#before and she loves my hair and he’s so cute with her and it makes me want to go insane
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"Huh... Azul-kun sure does have a lot more people around him lately. Guess I have to learn to share..."
(Ah! Im' so excited to finally post this. I love @quartztwst noyansim au so much! So many cute and cool yuusonas. One of my fav's has got to be @liyuviq)
Btw he modified his uniform to fit gyaruo More Info:::
Does Kursor have parents or family?
Yes, but he and his little brother, a first year, room together in the dorms.
What are their thoughts on Quartz?
"I like her hair. Oh wait- She's probably nice. Like the rest of Azul's fan club."
He likes to people watch during lunch, so he has seen her around. He thinks she looks kinda cool.
What is their thoughts and relationship with Azul? How did they meet Azul?
They met when he went to check out the board game club before signing up. They are on good terms, but Kursor doubts that Azul would call him a friend even though he feels that way. He really likes beating Azul in games and teasing them over it, mostly because he likes watching him get red in the face and get all competitive. Those feelings make Kursor assume he might have a crush on Azul.
What are their relationships with other characters/OCs?
"Idia? Oh he's cool I guess. We both like BeatCats, so its not that hard to talk to him."
Only really ever hangout or talk in the clubroom. They can be caught talking for long bouts of time over all kinds of dorky shit. Kursor is super into dorks, so he overlooks Idia's worst traits.
"T-Trey?! Who told you to ask me about him?"
Massive crush on him and shit at hiding it. He has the awful habit of staring and occasionally literally drooling over Trey.
"I like their cardigan... Maybe I should get one... Oh! I want to draw her!"
He gets too anxious to start conversations with any of them outside of compliments, small greetings, and basic etiquette. So he people watches and draws whomever he feels like. Though, he does get a little jealous of the other rivals. He likes being able to hang out with Azul whenever he wants and gets anxious over losing that.
What grade/year is he?
He's a 3rd year (18).
What is Kursor's goal for the school year or in life?
He hopes to make more friends, or maybe even a partner, during the school year. He kinda hates how much he struggles with that. He really hopes to be recognized more positively as a monster.
Kursor is being framed for murder of another student by Quartz, how does he react to that? Does he know it's Quartz?
He freaks the hell out, shifting into a werewolf in an attempt to escape wrongful imprisonment. He doesn't know it was Quartz specifically but his strong intuition keeps gnawing at him saying she did something. Unless if anyone else has antagonized him, he will keep thinking it was Quartz.
Kursor notices Quartz carrying a weapon in her skirt pocket. That's strange since the female school uniforms don't have skirt pockets. Does he report this?
He tries to report it anonymously. He doesn't want anyone to think he said anything. He will always keep his guard up around Quartz from then on.
Where is Kursor usually with or at during school? Classes? With Azul? Skipping class? Where do they eat lunch?
He can be found in the clubroom often. Between classes and lunch, he walks with his brother, stares at Trey, or very rarely trying to talk to Idia. Just as rarely, he attempts to ask Azul to eat with him one-on-one. Usually, he sits under a tree in the courtyard, eating and people watching.
How are his grades?
Kursor typically lucks his way into Bs. Cs at worst (he tries to study).
No Yandere Simulator ? (TWST AU)
AU Information:
This AU takes place similar to Yandere Sim but with Twisted Wonderland but Taro is Azul and Ayano is Quartz. Her goal is to eliminate… AZUL ASHENGROTTO. Yeah, her goal is actually to kill Azul and NOT the rivals. The rivals being your OCs/sonass and they have to protect Azul from Quartz and her dumb elimination plans.
More info on Quartz + Tweels info
Q&A for OCs!!! / PT 2
Flower Bullies info
Dormleader <- Student Council info + School info
This is an AU just for fun!! lol I just had a silly idea. Here’s a template if you wanna make your own oc into the AU (rival or not)
ALSO THEY DONT KNOW IT'S QUARTZ bc she's just a nobody girl
Bro you can tell I was hella lazy with Azul idk he’s too much
Rival List:
Romeo by @skrimpyskimpy
Shuu by @oya-oya-okay
Chiyo by @inotonline
Sable by @twsted-void
Jovie by @jovieinramshackle
Finn by @thehollowwriter
Elena by @angelwishess
Albert by @the-trinket-witch
Milo by @hy4c1nthh
Alice by @sinjaangels
Starrz by @astral-pr0jecti0n
Atlas by @silvery-stars-above
Mei by @ieatfriedeggs
Rubellite by @prefectrose
Yuuka by @hanizmiyu
NPC/Non-Rival List:
Elfie by @quartzelfgf
Higashikuramori Shin by @liyuviq
Jade Leech
Floyd Leech
Rizy by @rizdoodls
Yuuki by @theolivetree123
Joseph by @readsrandomstuff67
Yuubeni by @bunniehunn
Yuya by @cheerleaderman
Shuu and Silly by @sillybillymillyrilly
Superstar!! By @imafrealinrainbow478484
Viz (Vizzie) by @twistedwonderlandshenanigans
Yuhua by @distant-velleity
Nyx by @blackcat101
Gia by @ramshacklerumble
Yuuko by @silkkorchid
Moch by @thatsadguymochi
Faye by @faerieluvss
Yukana by @babyghoul138
Antoinette by @antoinettedoodles
AJ by @karamatsuboy-aj
Evelyuu by @h0neybane
Paloma and Hydris by @mhedusard
Levi by @the-trinket-witch
Alan by @alan-without-the-an
Vee and Viva by @evexe
Sophie by @gl00myb3arz
René by @tixdixl
Liánhuā by @lafashionlsta
Yuu Shi by @boopshoops
Xen by @xen-blank
Astrid by @cheerleaderman
Yumi by @marinahavik
Undine by @juchioris
Lilian by @sillyslipperybananapeel
Layla by @laylakongg
Niz by @hanizmiyu
The Yuris by @0ann3
Ryuuni by @rinis-reality
(Let me know if I made a mistake lol)
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Okay but imagine late 80s to 90s James dating an overly emotional girl. He's the macho, men don't cry type of guy who doesn't let anyone see him get emotional over anything. He's either just stoic, angry, or occasionally silly but that's it.
But she's a roadie who he quickly falls for and they start spending all of their time together. But just as quickly as he fell for her, he realizes just how emotional she gets over things and how often she cries.
The first time it happened he panicked, walking into a backroom where she was organizing some chords and seeing her a complete mess. He rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her and cooing.
"Hey..hey, birdie why are you crying, what's wrong!" He questions in a bit of a panic, making her look up at him.
"I'm okay...I just can't get these chords wrapped right!" She sobbed, dropping her head to his chest. He looks over at the chords on the desk, perfectly wrapped in his eyes.
"Baby, they look fine, why are you crying over something like this," James sighs softly, lifting her head from his chest and wiping her tears.
"I keep wrapping them the wrong direction and having to start over! They go a certain direction! I always wrap them that way!"
After that day he realized there were many things that she had to do a specific way or she'd burst into tears and criticize herself. Although it was a little upsetting to hear her call herself stupid over the smallest things, he could help but smile at some of her childish tendencies.
And when it got worse it was an easy indicator of her period getting ready to start soon. He'd prepare by getting her chocolate and making sure she had her heating pad and meds. And of course, his simple efforts made her cry over how sweet he was.
The tour was over and she had come home with him. James was at the studio all day but he promised he'd bring something home for dinner, he decided on pizza. He stumbled through the door of the house and set the food down on the counter, his ears picking up on a soft sniffling.
He rounds the corner of the kitchen and steps onto the living room where she was sitting on the couch crying, a photo clutched in her hands.
"What's got you crying now, Birdie?" He asks softly, stepping over to the couch. She looks over at him with her messy face and puffy eyes, another sob escaping her as she holds out the photo. It was a childhood photo of his.
"You were so cute, I just wanna hold you!" She sputters out causing him to laugh softly and shake his head in amusement. He sits down on the couch and pulls her head to his shoulder, kissing the top of her hair.
"You're a little mess, you know that," He says affectionately, stroking her hair. He couldn't help but feel his heart warm over the fact that she was crying over his baby photos.
"I just wanna hold you and make all your pain go away," She mutter softly, her thumb gently stroking the photo as her tears fall. James had never really understood how she got emotional over simple words and actions but as she says that he can't help but feel a pang of longing in his chest, his throat closing, and tears threatening his eyes.
"You seemed so sweet but so sad. I hate everything you went through," She continues, sniffling softly and trying to look up at him but he doesn't let her in fear of her seeing his glossy eyes. He swallows thickly and takes the photo from her hands, looking at it himself. Baby James...where did it all go wrong? He thought to himself...why was that my life? Why did those things happen? And why is this lovely woman in my arms so emotional over wanting to protect me at that age...
He feels her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs stroking the silent tears that had fallen. She looks at him with concern before tugging his head to her lap and wrapping her body protectively around his head. His hands gripped her tightly as a sob left his lips, a sound that hadn't left him in who knows how long...maybe not since that photo was taken. She coos to him softly, her own tears falling quicker at the sound of his broken cries and how tightly he was clutching her, as if she was a lifeline. Right now, to her, he was the same little boy in that photo. She rocked him softly, her fingers stroking his hair, letting him cry.
"I love you," he mutters quietly, looking up at her with a pout on his lip, his cheeks red and wet with tears. Her own face matched his as she leans down and places a kiss against his forehead.
"I love you too, My Lion."
His little bowtie....OH MY SHAYLA 😭🙏
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#james hetfield#metallica#james hetfield x reader#james hetfield fanfiction#james hetfield smut#metallica fanfiction#metallica smut#papahet
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mister badtz
han taesan x reader
pretty pink princess gf yn drags her emo black cat introvert 2cool4school bf taesan to the opening of a brand new sanrio store. taesan has a conversation with a four year old girl and its so cute and sweet and he's not as emo as he looks and omfg i love him so bad
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"ah! c'mon let's go!"
yn ln practically yells, grabbing han taesan by his left wrist and pulling him forward. the girl's pretty pink heels click and clack against the marble floors of the mall, guiding her straight for the place she looked forward to all day - like a moth to a flame, she's in awe at the sight...
the brand new (and unsettling-ly large) sanrio flagship store.
the tall boy lets out a deep sigh, his sharp eyes scanning the brightly lit store. it was huge, for one, and very very pink. just from where they stood about a feet away from the kitty-shaped door he could spot walls and walls of merchandise. he couldn't put it into words - the store, i mean - it was a bit...overwhelming, per say...the best he could describe it was that it was just so insanely her.
not that she was overwhelming - no, not at all! it was just so yn. yn and her frilly pink dresses and my melody keychains and the bows in her hair - that oddly matched the interior of the store in front of him. she was so different from him, from taesan who held her hand and stood beside her, clad in his long black coat and vintage band tee. he loved her, don't get him wrong, it's just that the mere sight of the eerily adorable store kind of freaked him out...just a bit.
"babe, why are we just standing here and not going in? and why do you look freaked out of your mind?"
yn's words shook him out of his thoughts and he looks down to meet with her eyes. doe eyes, the kind he could stare at for hours on end, the kind that melts his heart and could convince him to do anything she wanted him to. he almost gets distracted again, brain going into a tangent of his sweetest thoughts, but the furrowing of her eyebrows and pouting of her lips put a stop to it. she widens her eyes, as if to say 'hurry the fuck up before some baby steals all my my melody merch!!!!!' ; and with that he grips her hand a little tighter, another deep breath escaping his lips as though he was bracing himself.
"let's make it quick, princess...this store's kind of scary..."
she scoffs.
"okay, emo. let's go then"
the polar opposite couple enters the store, the sound of children's chatter mixed with a sweet j-pop tune hitting their eardrums. taesan watched as his girlfriend's eyes went wide - as wide and big as they could possibly get - and he swore he saw sparkling hearts decorating her pupils as well. the boy focuses in on the interior; pastel pink walls decorated with little illustrations of the brand's most famous characters, the deeper you went into the store the more merchandise you could find. each character had their own little section, and the tall boy finds himself trailing behind his girlfriend straight to where all the my melody stuff were.
taesan stands closely behind yn, watching and waiting patiently as her hands skim through every little keychain that hung on the holders on the wall. in his, a pretty red basket that got heavier and heavier as time went by. more and more people began to come in, it seemed as though the store was getting smaller - and for the boy who foolishly wore his thick coat, it seemed to be getting hotter as well.
he wasn't going to complain though, not when the love of his life looked so happy in her element- he wasn't going to ruin this for her. not a chance. he smiles softly as yn drops a pair of pompompurin socks into the basket, giggling like a little kid when she gasps at the pretty hello-kitty sculpture sitting in a corner of the shop.
"omg, babe, look at these enamel necklaces...i wonder if they have any my melody ones left..." yn presses a hand to her chest, toying with her own necklace as she scans through the selection in front of her. "i don't see one here, princess" taesan replies, doing some searching for himself. "hm...you wait right here, okay? i'm gonna ask if they have any left" he nods and watches her leave, suddenly feeling all too lonely in the middle of the crowded store.
just then he feels a hand tap onto his leg. he looks down to find the culprit, laughing to himself as he makes eye contact with the cutest little girl he's ever seen. she was tiny - well duh, she couldn't have been a day over 4 years old - choppy bangs decorated her forehead, and her little hands grasped onto a fluffy keroppi doll.
"hello mister!" she said, smiling till her eyes disappeared into her cheeks. it made his tummy warm - classic han taesan, turns into putty at the sight of such cutesy babies - "oh, hi there. what's your name?" he asks, bending down to her level. "my mommy says not to tell my name to scary strangers" his heart drops, "you think i'm scary?" he laughs when she shakes her head, "no, but you look like a villain! the villains always wear black you know...just like you mister!" her words make him look down to revise his clothing, "i guess you're right, huh...i don't really match this store, don't i?" taesan expects a nod, but to his surprise the girl shakes her head again.
"that's not true mister...you're just like bad badtz-maru!! he looks just like you mister, see!" the girl exclaims, pointing at something behind him. he turns around, breaking into a smile at the sight of the cartoon penguin who had an angry expression on it's face. "huh...i guess i do look like that, don't i?" she nods again, "what brings you here anyways, mister?" her articulate choice of words surprises him - how can a 4 year old be this clever? - "see that pretty lady over there? the one with the ribbons in her hair?" taesan asks, pointing towards yn, who was still busy looking for that my melody necklace. "mhm, i see her" the little girl replies. "that's my girlfriend, she really loves sanrio, so i came to take her here"
the kid gasps, "wow...she's really pretty and you're very kind, mister...i came here with my mommy- but she's over there paying for stuff" he doesn't say a word back but he shoots her the warmest of smiles. "i like you, mister, you're not scary...my name is kiki! what's yours?" the guy laughs at the child's sudden trust in him. "i'm taesan, it's nice to meet you, kiki" the little girl giggles, "i think bad badtz-maru fits you more...i'm calling you mister badtz!!" he smiles again, "alright then, mister badtz, it is..." he trails off, ears perking up as an older woman's voice calls for the little girl. his eyes follow as she begins to run away without another word.
tsk, kids.
"where've you been?" yn asks, smiling as her boyfriend begins to walk towards her. "a little kid came up to me and started yapping...so cute" the girl laughs, butterflies swarming through her belly at the thought of her sweet sweet taesan talking to silly children. "did you find the necklace?" he asks and she nods excitedly, "mhm! and...i got one for you too, see?" taesan looks confused at first - there's no way he would be wearing a cutesy sanrio necklace, right? - but his eyebrows soften and his eyes light up as yn picks up the silver piece of jewellery.
"bad badtz-maru!" yn almost squeals, "doesn't it look just like you?! and! and! it matches this my melody one!" the boy cracks into the biggest smile, large hands softly handling the necklace. "you like?" she asks, biting her lips in anticipation. "i love it"
finally, after what felt like a billion years of being in the store, taesan follows yn towards the register. the whole time they wait in line, the boy's eyes are still set on the necklace in his hands. the girl laughs, "why do you like it so much? just a while ago you looked like this was the last place you wanted to be in" he smiles, "that little girl i told you about before...she was telling me how much i looked like badtz-maru...i just think it's cute that you had the exact same thoughts as a four year old" yn rolls her eyes then giggles, "looks like mister emo has a soft spot for cute babies, huh?" taesan scoffs, "whatever"
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"babe, help me put this on please?"
taesan drops the shopping bags onto the floor, moving to stand behind yn who began to move her hair over to one side of her shoulders. the boy wraps the silver chain around her neck, gently clasping the closure together. "done" he said, smiling as she turns around to face him. "tada~" she cheers, showing off the bedazzled enamel in the shape of her favourite character. he leans down to press a kiss on her forehead, but stands up confused when she seemed to have disappeared from his reach. his eyes wander over to where the girl squatted down now, rummaging through the hello-kitty shaped bag.
"what are you-" he doesn't get to finish his question, stepping back a little as she jumps up to stand again. "come here, i'll put your necklace on for you too!" she says, dangling the jewellery in front of his face. he obliges, turning around and bending down slightly so she could reach him a little easier. "and...there!" taesan turns back around, head hanging down to stare at his very own bedazzled enamel pendant. "eeee! so cute!" yn squeals for real this time, hopping towards him and pulling him into a hug.
han taesan pushes her off of him gently, a hand on either side of her shoulders. yn ln looks up at him with the softest of gazes, one that just reeked of ooey gooey love.
"i love you, emo" she said playing with the hemline of his coat. "and i love you, princess" he said finally, before pulling her into the deepest of true love's kisses.
"woo hoo! go get her, mister badtz!!!!"
kiki, the four year old from earlier, yells out as she witnesses a real life love story.
the end.
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GUESS WHOS BAAAAACKKKKK!!! (maybe) :3 i love the idea of emo taekitty being in love with the most hyper feminine pink princess ever i think it's so sweet (im projecting) and im ALWAYS a sucker for taesan interacting w kids cause 🥹 awe :,) ANYWAYS i hope u enjoyed this, sorry if it wasnt my best <3 feel free to send asks, reblogs r always appreciated! love, kona.
#kona's work ♡#boynextdoor#boynextdoor x reader#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor drabbles#bnd x reader#taesan#han taesan#han taesan x reader#taesan x reader#bnd taesan#taesan imagines#boynextdoor taesan#taesan scenarios#han dongmin#boynextdoor fanfic#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor headcanons
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Sweet girl diary entry!!!!!!! Pls pls pls. Just like, a lil ficlet as if Sweet Girl is writing in her diary. The whole
“dear diary. Today at camp…”
I just wanna find out more abt my baby’s life 🥺
I’ve never wrote something from first person but this is actually soooo criminally cute 🥹🥹
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dear diary journal,
diary sounds too girly.
well I am a girl. but it sounds too 2000s romcom starring anne hathaway where her love interest his chad michael murray the y2k it boy.
he’s pretty sexy though, I won’t lie. we’ll switch it back to diary tomorrow when I find the motivation to erase and rewrite it.
it’s monday, february third. I hate mondays. but not as much as I hate sundays I freaking HATE sundays with a passion. percy always makes fun of me when I talk about my deep loathing for sundays. so I pull his hair in retaliation. I won’t tell him I half do that just to touch his soft hair because then he’d just make fun of me even more.
this morning it took me 2 whole hours to get out of bed. and it wasn’t necessarily my fault because percy wanted to dilly-dally per usual. and he also bribed me with twenty dollars and the best half an hour long make out session so I think it might’ve been worth it.
but I finally managed to get him out of bed following this. I stayed at his cabin again because I think it’s my new home at this point. we showered— and after ten minutes of trying to keep his hand out from between my legs we dressed and went to lunch because we had skipped breakfast.
and I was sad because I like breakfast. but percy made up for it and made me french toast for lunch. he even put confectionery sugar on it!!!!!!
after I ate lunch I left him and found annabeth. we had an hour long debate over historical arguments it was kinda epic. percy doesn’t like when I say epic he says it makes me sound like a five year old boy. so I say it to make him angry. but I don’t think he could ever be angry with me so I guess I win either way.
I left cabin six around three o’clock and ran into grover and juniper. they were weaving stick bracelets for the younger campers so I helped them for a while. and when I finished I gave all my bracelets to little lucille she’s an angel. she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
after I dropped off the bracelet I went back to cabin three. but percy was fast asleep. and when he’s asleep I’m sure he could be out through an entire war. he doesn’t even have a blanket on— the blue blanket I had bought him specifically because it’s his favorite color.
I managed to retrieve the blanket from beneath him and put it above him. then I joined him in his nap and I think I was out for like two hours to be honest. he was still asleep when I woke up though.
so I laid with him until he woke up just before dinner. unsurprisingly, we skipped it like breakfast. we stayed in bed until eight. or I did at least. I forced percy to get up and get me ice cream, and bring the loving boyfriend he is, he brought me back my favorite peanut butter + oreo ice cream combo. I love him.
I ate it within the next five minutes and then complained to him about being cold. percy is the only person who’ll listen to me complain so I take advantage of it.
he recommended having a ‘special way’ to make me warm. by his smirk alone I knew what he meant. but I would’ve known without seeing him at all, he’s predictable sometimes.
and not to anyone’s surprise, I let him show me his special way. and to say I was warmed up would be an understatement. but I won’t go into details because I’m not my boyfriend— who would, without a second thought go into graphic detail.
and then a half an hour later he crashed. and then that brings me to now. it’s not that I can’t sleep but I’d much rather prefer to have time to catch up on reading for a bit since my day had been busy. but then I saw my journal/diary and got sidetracked so I guess that didn’t really work out.
but overall my day was pretty good!! and… I should probably go to sleep soon because it’s…. I’ll be back in a second.
it’s one thirty two in the morning. off to bed I go!
until tomorrow, xoxo sweet girl.
#xoxochb#prue speaks ੈ✩‧₊˚#✩ — sweet girl’s internal monologue#percy and sweet girl’s notebook ᢉ𐭩#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x you
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here, kitty kitty ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ w/ reo mikage
pairing :: reo x gn!reader
warnings :: aged up!characters ; established relationship ; not proofread ; pet names (baby, darling) ; whipped reo ; lots of kisses ; implied eating issues for reader (nothing too descriptive) ; just fluff cus i luv reo <3
wc :: 1498
a heavy exhale parts the cold air, a small smoke-like vapour appearing white in dull grey surroundings. you blow into your hands, to warm their ever dropping temperature. you’re crouched on the side walk, beanie on your head and scarf around your neck. the scarf is loose enough to cover the bottom part of your face, keeping your face warm at every breath.
a weak meow makes the corners of your lips perk up, your winter trembling lips tugging into a smile.
“hey, baby.” you coo, an automatic baby voice coating your words. a little kitten, frail and with thin fur, slowly walks towards you. she takes time, but eventually curls up at your ankle. she’s small enough to slip under your coat.
“aww, two cuties in my view.” a familiar voice teases, approaching you and the kitten. they stop right behind you, but you don’t need to turn around to know just who is flirting with you.
“hey, baby.” you tip your head backwards to look up. to see him. the third cutie, cuteness overload!
he smiles at you, taking in your cold-flushed cheeks and the kitten’s tail peeking out of under your coat. he can tell you’re about to ask something, so he places a gloved finger over your lips and slightly tilts his head in the same, almost animated way, as usual.
“how long have i been here? long enough to know my darling has a soft spot for stray kitties. shall we get them something to eat?” he moves his finger from your lips, using his hands to move you hair behind your ear and under your beanie. he leans down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.
“yeah. that okay?” you stand up slowly, gently patting the kitten. she’s leans into your touch, a short purr vibrating against your hand and warming your heart.
“of course. i assume you’ve not eaten yet, either?” he takes your hand in his, pressing another kiss to your cheek. you don’t even need to answer, the look on your face guilty.
he softly sighs, shaking his head. “that’s okay, let’s get you some hot chocolate with something to eat, yeah? then we can get something for the kitty.”
you nod, smiling at him. he watches you hesitate, unsure whether you want to leave the kitty on the floor or bring her with you. he can tell you want to stay. but its also important to you that she gets fed. and its important to him that you get fed.
so, he does what anyone in his position would do.
“you stay here, i’ll be back with warm milk for the kitty and a snack for you. sounds good?” he tenderly squeezes you shoulder, watching the way your eyes light up. you nearly jump up for joy, but you can’t.
‘cause the little kitty has curled herself around your ankle.
reo simply smiles. not his usual, deal-confirming and confident smile. not the smile he uses when he has to build a front for himself.
his smile is nothing short of lovesick. it’s really just in love. with you, with how you’re so gentle to a little baby.
he plants a quick kiss on your cheek before running off to a nearby convenience store. you can’t help but laugh a little, he’s so eager for something so sudden. you’re not complaining, though. you love it.
you love him.
and this kitty.
you crouch back down on the side of the path, gently petting her thin fur as she stays curled up around you ankle. not even ten minutes later, reo returns. with a small, shallow bowl, a plastic spoon and two paper cups in hand. he crouches down beside you, placing the shallow bowl on flat ground. he uses the end of his nail to open the drinking tab of the plastic lid.
for a split second, you’re captivated by the warm steam of the hot contents inside the cup. its like the steam is battling the cold air it was met with, as it was let out of the cup. reo carefully tilts the cup down towards the bowl, the open hole closest to the rim. there, warm milk floods the interior of the bowl. the milk is warm enough to drink.
for the little silly who wrapped herself around your ankle.
you put out your hand, letting the kitten crawl into your palm. she’s shivering, not very vigorously but even so, its too visible to miss.
reo puts his hands under yours, guiding you and the shivering baby towards the bowl. you put her down right beside it, using the back of your index finger to gently rub her face. she purrs against the warmth of your finger alone, her eyes closed. you use the back of your finger to guide her face to the rim of the bowl.
reo takes the plastic spoon from earlier, shallowly scooping it in the milk. he carefully holds the spoon just below the kitten’s mouth, watching her clumsily drink it. once she realises its safe to drink, reo places the spoon beside the bowl and lets her drink out the bowl.
you both watch as the kitten takes little licks of the warm milk, every so often tripping over her own paws. you can’t help but giggle a little. she’s just so cute. reo pokes your cheek, snapping you out your kitten-fever.
“your turn.” he smiles as he hands you the second cup. you use your nail to press down the cover on the drinking tab, revealing your drink’s warm steam to the cold air. you take a moment to smell the drink, its sweet. its warm in your hands, the cup is a little too hot but its okay. you blow a little above the hole to cool it down a little, then take a small sip.
warm, hot enough to enjoy it in winter, and cooled down enough to drink. just how you like it. you turn to reo, who is still crouched down beside you. he’s gently petting the kitten as she finished the last of the milk in the bowl.
“yes, love?” he doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re staring. but nonetheless, he doesn’t not wanna look at you! so, his eyes flicker to you once you start talking.
“thank you.” you shuffle a little closer, pressing a slightly wet kiss to his cheek. while its a little gross, he can’t help the way his cheeks flush a little pink. he wants to feign disgust and tease you, but he wants to taste the chocolate on his lips…
oh, freak (affectionate).
you giggle at the way his eyes widen, he’s really too adorable. you gently hold his chin between your thumb and index finger, turning his face to face you. then, you use your free hand to take a sip of your hot chocolate.
“now, now. let’s not—” he puts out his hands in front of him like some guard, as if he didn’t want what you were thinking.
you press a kiss to his lips, comfortably squeezing his cheeks with your thumb and index finger. you pull away and wipe your lips on the back of your sleeve. and take a moment to admire the mess you made of mister reo mikage.
his cheeks are flushed a pink like the kitten’s tongue. and his eyes are as wide as the bowl she’s drinking from. before you can tease him for it, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and leans back. so you end up falling on top of him.
you both stare at eachother for a moment. him pulling you down with him spilt the hot chocolate very close to his face, but he’s laughing. you can’t stay mad, and that’s ‘cause you’re not mad. so you laugh along with him.
it must look crazy to people passing by, a couple on the side path near some empty plot. they’re laying on each other, laughing. and there’s a spilt drink on the floor beside them.
reo holds your face with one hand the same way you held his, and uses his other hand to hold your waist when he pulls you in for another kiss. well. more like, getting the hot — now cold — chocolate back onto your lips. and face.
he kisses all over your face, letting go of your waist and cupping both your cheeks with both his hands. eventually, the chocolate dries and gets sticky on your face. before you can flick the spilt remainder of the drink from the floor on him, you feel something soft brush your ankle.
the kitty.
“can we—” you’re cut off.
“yeah. we can keep her.”
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CALL UP
summary: “Who you gon' run to when I'm gone?” Sianni went to the club with her friends completely ignoring Jey’s text messages showing out in front of her friends why? Bc she’s single ofc until he pulls up and puts her in her place.
warnings: toxic ex-boyfriend, unprotected sex, choking, daddy kink, dominance, cream-pie, baby doll, mama, toxic cycle, hair pulling, fluff at the end :)
word count: 3977
AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.
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again mdni you have been warned.
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Sianni
I was excitedly preparing to hit the club with my friends Bianca and Trinity, finally free from the toxic grip of Jey. It felt liberating to know I could do whatever I wanted. We had been stuck in a harmful cycle for far too long. Every time I confronted him about his questionable behavior, he would dismiss my concerns and label me as delusional for trusting what I saw online.
This time, things took a turn for the worse; it was one of the most intense arguments we’ve ever had in our relationship. I had come across a video of him at a club, where a girl was all over him while he chatted with someone else. At first, I brushed it off, but then I received a text from her, complete with screenshots and photos of them together. That shattered me, and in that moment, I realized our time together was coming to an end.
When he returned home from his tour, I confronted him about the situation. Instead of owning up to it, he started denying everything, claiming she was lying and that the screenshots and photos were fabricated. I couldn't believe it and rolled my eyes, refusing to entertain his nonsense any longer. It became clear to me that I needed to end things for good. I was tired of his manipulation and the way he made me feel like I was losing my mind over something he had actually done.
In the present moment, he has been bombarding me with messages and calls, but I refuse to engage. I won’t be fooled by his games again. I applied some lip gloss, rubbing my lips together to create that perfect “pop.” Just then, I heard a car honking outside. When I glanced out the window, I spotted Bianca and Trin arriving.
As I reached for my purse and keys, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, alerting me to another text message from Jey.
Stink💔 sent a message
Stink💔: Ayo Sianni yo’ ass better stop playing with me and come tf home yk them pictures were fake.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his message. He knows those screenshots and photos are genuine; he's just frustrated that he got caught once more. I'm exhausted from going around in circles with him on this issue, so I decided to send him a quick message before putting my phone away in my purse.
Mamas🩷: Jey leave me tf alone aight? You know them screenshots and photos of yall two together are real asf clear as day as a matter of fact I am single and I can do whatever I want so why don’t you go back to that hoe you was fucking and leave me alone.
Upon sending him that message, my phone buzzed once more, prompting a deep sigh as I noticed his reply appear on the screen.
Stink💔: single? Tuh girl yo’ ass is funny keep fucking with me yo’ ass better not be at the club tonight tell Trin and Bianca to drop you off over here now
Could he really be serious? I'm done with these mind games; he made his choice to cheat on me with someone from his own workplace.
Mamas🩷: Joshua you fucking heard me nigga I’m not repeating myself and I’m goin’ to the club either way because I’m fucking single 🙄
I stepped outside, securing the door behind me, and made my way to Bianca’s car. As I approached, she lowered the window, poked her head out, and waved enthusiastically at me.
“Heyyy girly you ready to get turnt up tonight!” Bianca exclaimed.
“Hell yeah! I needed this for real and Trin tell Jey to leave me alone please,” I said as I got in the backseat of Bianca’s car.
Trinity raised her hands, clearly wanting to distance herself from the chaos between me and her brother-in-law. "You need to sort that out with him," she advised, and I nodded in agreement, feeling my phone vibrating in my purse.
When I checked my phone, I saw three missed calls from him, and he was clearly losing it. On top of that, there were three messages waiting for me that completely took me by surprise.
three missed calls from Stink💔
Stink💔: bring yo’ ass home Sianni I’m not fucking playing with yo’ ass
Stink💔: I will pull up in the bitch a snatch yo’ little ass up and you won’t be having no type of fucking fun
Stink💔: acting fucking stupid for no fucking reason better not be shaking no ass you tryna be hoe huh?
Was it bad that I love this shit from him? Him being all aggressive and upset at me for breaking up with him and then heading to the club to act out? Yes it was toxic but did I care? Not really.
Mamas🩷: Joshua I don’t give a flying fuck what’chu yapping about my nigga all of this would’ve been avoided if you would’ve just said yes that you fucked her that’s all but no you want to be innocent and be fucking stupid.
Stink💔: Don’t fucking disrespect me Sianni I will fix all of that shit in a heartbeat and I told you none of them screenshots were real but you wanna listen to Jaida huh? You barely know her.
Mamas🩷: MAYBE she didn’t want me to look more stupid than I already do so how about you go fuck her Jey and leave me alone I told you I’m done
Stink💔: see there you go again being fucking stupid it’s okay I got something for that ass when I come snatch yo’ ass up keep on Sianni
Mamas🩷: I’m not goin back and forth with you nigga goodbye 🖕🏾
I tucked my phone away into my purse, letting out a deep sigh as I gazed out the window at the stars and the moon illuminating the night sky, hoping fervently that he wouldn’t arrive.
Bianca shouted above the pulsating beats of the club, "You two really need to mature! How much longer are you going to drag this out?"
"I genuinely care for him, but every time we seem to be in a good place, things take a turn for the worse when he starts acting sneaky." It’s incredibly frustrating. I decided to ignore his call and put my phone on do not disturb because I just couldn’t handle his drama tonight.
He could have simply admitted that he cheated on me during the times we were apart, especially since our long-distance relationship made it difficult to connect. I understood that being apart would be challenging, but this situation felt far worse than anything I had experienced before. Even when I reached out to him, his responses were often delayed, sometimes not coming until the afternoon. I tried to be patient and not pressure him about it, but everything changed when that girl, Jaida, sent me those screenshots and pictures of them together. It shattered me completely.
Addressing him about this issue or any other concerns I picked up from people online would lead him to dismiss everything as merely “work related.” I found that hard to accept and called him out on it, which only sparked intense arguments. He would manipulate the situation, leaving me in tears and forcing me to apologize. It was a relentless, toxic cycle that I was utterly exhausted by.
I longed for open communication and the reassurance I needed, but he never provided that. I reached my breaking point.
"All my single ladies, it's your time to shine!" The DJ called out into the mic, setting the stage for an electrifying moment as he seamlessly transitioned the music to TGIF by GloRilla.
Going to the club isn't about shedding tears over a guy who doesn't appreciate you or your feelings. It's about hitting the dance floor with your friends, letting loose, and enjoying life to the fullest. Embrace the night, forget your worries, and make unforgettable memories with your girls.
"Let’s have an unforgettable night and leave all our worries behind! I’m excited to be with you, my girls, since we don’t get to hang out nearly enough." With that, I downed a shot of Hennessy and made my way to the dance floor, ready to let loose.
I started dancing freely, not caring who was watching or what they thought. All that mattered was enjoying myself and letting go of the pain Jey had caused me. I was tired of the stress he brought into my life, and I was ready to embrace a good time without worrying about our relationship.
Bianca was clearly putting on a show for Trinity, and I couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Suddenly, I felt two hands gripping my hips, pulling me onto their lap. I playfully backed up against the guy behind me, moving my hips in a circular motion as I ground against him. I could sense his excitement, even though he knew he wouldn't be getting anything from me.
He explored every inch of my body, tracing my curves with his hands, his grip tightening around my throat as the alluring scent of Jack Daniel’s enveloped us.
“You cute as hell babygirl. You tryna head to the back? Got all of this ass on me.”
“Nah. you can get yo' hands off my girl."
I stood frozen, my heart racing as that deep, raspy voice echoed from behind me. I watched in shock as the guy was grabbed from behind, prompting me to spin around instantly. There on the ground lay the man, unconscious, after Jey had delivered a powerful punch to his face.
Fuck. I just knew he was going to make an appearance. Just to do something like this when he doesn’t get his way.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Like honestly?” I shouted as I shoved him away.
“I told yo’ ass sianni I fucking told you now grab yo’ shit and head towards the car don’t make me repeat myself. Got me fucked up.” He shouted while I remained there, arms crossed and unyielding.
He swept me off my feet, hoisting me onto his shoulders as he snatched my purse and phone. His gaze flicked between Bianca, Trinity, and the guy groaning on the ground.
"I had no idea she was your girlfriend; it seemed like she was ready to let loose."
Jey released me momentarily, seizing the man by the edge of his shirt and delivering another punch to ensure he stayed unconscious. Then, without hesitation, he hoisted me back onto his shoulders, even as I struggled to break free.
I was thrashing and wriggling like a child, playfully hitting him on the back, until a swift smack on my backside made me pause and reconsider my actions.
“This what I have to deal with? When yo’ ass could’ve just came home like the fuck I said but no you wanted to show you fucking ass tonight!” He shouted as he released me, forcing me down against his car and holding me firmly in position.
"If you weren't such a blatant hypocrite and a liar, I wouldn't have to deal with this situation, Joshua! A little honesty from you would have gone a long way! I'm so frustrated with you! While I'm at home waiting for you, you’re out entertaining other women at work, making me feel like a fool! " All this anger and resentment I have towards you stems from your actions, and it has left me feeling utterly worthless.
“Lower your fucking tone when you speak to me Sianni and I fucking told you it was work related nothing more!”
"It's hard to believe that entertaining other women and being intimate with them is considered part of the job. I don't see Jimmy or Montez treating Trin and Bianca that way, so what's your excuse now? Try to come up with something more original, or better yet, just be honest you fucking asshole." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, struggling to maintain my composure as tears threatened to spill down my cheeks.
“The fuck you just, you know what I’m not dealing with this shit tonight. Get in the fucking car.”
I’m not going anywhere with you, Joshua. I’m heading back into the club with Trin and Bianca. I can’t stand you; I absolutely despise you, Joshua. My feelings for you are nothing but hatred.
“Get in the fucking car Sianni. You starting to piss me the fuck off with all of this stupid shit you doing tonight. Jey swung open the passenger door of his car, casting a scrutinizing glance in my direction. “Get yo’ ass in the mother-fucking car Sianni I’m not playing with you and you aren’t going nowhere yo’ ass can say how much you hate me all you want but I know yo’ ass ain’t leaving me.”
“Ouuu! Fuck!” I grunted feeling my face being smudge into the bed sheets as he pummeled me from the back.
“This is what you wanted right? Showing yo’ fucking ass tonight so take this dick like a good girl for me mama,” When Jey exhaled, he gave me the one-leg-up, one-leg-down combination, which gave him more leverage to drag my ass back. “throw that ass back in circles for me baby doll,”
I was completely bewildered by what he was demanding from me, especially with the harsh blows he was delivering at that moment. When I failed to heed his words, his hand came down forcefully, striking me while he seized my hair, forcing me to meet his gaze. “the fuck did I just say? throw yo’ ass back in circles like you did at the club being a hoe,” Before I could hurl it back at him, his hand slammed down again.
“Mhmm, look at you. this is my fucking pussy you hear me? you had him thinking you was finna give him some tonight. was you gonna give it up baby doll?”
“Noooo…fuck..Jey…”
My pussy tightens gripping against him as his hand thuds my ass again.
“So fucking tight. you were going to give all of this away? something that belongs to me and only me? you’re fucking crazy,”
I couldn’t be angry at him or be upset at him while he as beating my insides in so roughly. My pussy was practically begging for that urge of release, I knew that this was going to happen this never-ending cycle of us arguing and then fucking I was tired of it but within each thrust he had given me he had to remind me that I was his and belong to him and nobody else. It was toxic very toxic but I would always fall for it because I love him and I would do anything for him but this time it felt different way different than before I was talking reckless to him and he once again showed me who was in control of this situation fucking me until my body felt numb.
The car ride was filled with harsh language and hurtful comments. Once we arrived home, I felt compelled to pack a suitcase. I was exhausted from this relentless cycle; it was mentally draining, and he seemed completely indifferent to my struggles. Deep down, I didn’t want to leave him, but I had reached my breaking point. It wasn’t my fault that I felt suspicious about his actions. I had no desire for revenge; that simply wasn’t who I was. After gathering some clothes, I made my way to the door, only to find him blocking my path and yanking the suitcase from my grasp.
“Yo’ ass ain’t leaving me Sianni. Get in the fucking room and wait for me in there. acting fucking reckless tonight I’m not having it.”
I rolled my eyes as he attempted to grab my suitcase, saying, “Joshua, I’m not playing this game anymore. I’ve made it clear that I’m completely finished with you. Go find someone else, like Jaida, and just leave me alone.”
“Why do you have do be so fucking stupid Sianni huh? she’s nobody to me. getcho ass in that fucking room don’t make me repeat myself,”
"No! Fuck that I'm no—" He silenced me by aggressively kissing my lips and driving his tongue down my throat as he carried me to our common bedroom. He threw me on the bed and tore off his clothing while ripping mine off, wasting hundreds of dollars. He then flipped me over and started hitting my wet cunt and not letting me to adjust to his size
“yo’ ass wanna be fucking stupid out here worrying about me doing this and that when I’m worried about you and only you,” He growled slamming into me deeply.
"W-wait! Jey! Oh fuckkk," I wailed as I pushed on his stomach, attempting to slow him down.
“Ain’t no fucking wait you wanted to act out tonight right? act out right now mama do it take this big ass dick,” he rammed deeply inside of my inner walls, showing off his dominance letting me know who’s running the show tonight.
As my yells reverberated off the wall, I could hear how wet my pussy was for him and only him feeling him digging his thumb inside of my second hole driving me insane as he continued to pummeled me to the oblivion.
“Fuckkkk!” The sensation made me cried out.
I knew that he was enjoying this breaking me into two pieces watching me crumbling underneath his touch knowing that I wasn’t leaving him.
Tonight was unlike any other; he was imparting a crucial lesson about the dangers of recklessness. Ironically, he was the one who had put me in this position. Perhaps I had gone too far, but he failed to grasp my perspective. I took the necessary actions, even if they didn't align with his way of thinking.
“Shit, this some good ass pussy mama. You were going to give it away baby doll?” He panted thrusting his hips deeper and deeper. “You ain’t leaving me mama. I won’t allow it after all the shit we been through I won’t.” He moaned out “saying you hate me but knowing damn well you love me way to damn much you taking this dick like a big girl just for daddy mama,”
“Ouuuu.” I cried out, a pit in my stomach telling me I was ready to cum. Within seconds of his dick and thumb digging into my asshole, I was going to make a mess on him and the sheets-damn so much of washing the sheets yet again.
“You finna cum huh? you think I’ll allow you to cum after putting on a show tonight?” He pulled my hair and removed his thumb to let me to stare up at him while grinding my body against his and whining as he rubbed my clit. “tell me something you belong to me? Hm? Is this my pussy?”
I had to say something to get him to let me cum, but I was so worn out and fatigued that I couldn't even understand or imagine the words coming out of my lips.
“you belong to me right? say it,”
“Yes I belong to you..” With a gentle croak, I threw my ass across his lap and chased his high.
“Un-un,” As he continued to hammer me, he put his hand around my throat to keep me near him. “show me how much you wanna cum, show me who you belong to,”
With greater force, I flung my ass back and spat my tongue out at him, opening my mouth wide so he could spit inside of it. He then tongued me down like no other, thrusting his dick deep inside of me.
“Tell me this is mine all mine, and tell daddy that your sorry for acting out tonight and I’ll let you cum baby doll,”
“Fuckkk! I’m sorry daddy! So sorry! It’s all yours I-I belong to you and only you! I-I cumming! Ouuu fuck I’m cumming!” Knowing that I was here to stay and that I wasn't going anywhere, that was all he wanted from me. My body fell onto the bed, and my thoughts went blank as I felt my body flail onto the covers like a dead body as my fluids poured out of me.
He struck me one final time as his warm seeds filled my inner walls to such a degree that I could see stars and felt ropes entering me one after the other.
After letting his dick spew out all of his nut that was gushing out the last of his sperm, he remained in that position for a minute before pulling away from me and flipping me onto my back as he watched my body tremble uncontrollably.
He tenderly brushed his lips across my skin, each gentle kiss designed to calm me, before leaning in to press a soft kiss on my lips. Then, he settled himself between my legs, resting his head against my chest.
“Did you actually mean that shit? That you hate me? Like actually hate me?”
“No, I didn’t mean it. I just wish you were more honest with me instead of denying it, it just felt like you didn’t care,”
“I do care though mama, I just don’t like to when you listen to other people on the net when you should be hearing it from me,”
I let out a heavy sigh, feeling utterly drained. "You know, you kept denying it over and over, which only made you seem more guilty, Joshua. So, I need you to be honest with me: did you cheat on me while you were on tour?"
The atmosphere in the room was thick with silence as he and I locked eyes. “I swear, I didn’t cheat on you while I was on tour. Jon and Montez can back me up on that. As for Jaida, I haven’t spoken to her since we ended things. Those were just old pictures and screenshots,” he said, realizing that my previous reactions were based on false evidence. “I could never betray you like that, mama. I love you too much, Sianni.”
“Then what about all of these times you didn’t answer my calls or text?”
“I was with the guys and got drunk so I couldn’t text you back really, look I’m sorry mama like for real though I’m sorry I want you and only you,”
Did I truly want to trust him this time? I was uncertain whether to approach Montez or Jon about the situation; they would likely just defend him regardless. Still, I simply didn’t have the energy to deal with it.
I weakly nodded in response to his smile, and I couldn't help but think that if looks could truly kill, he would be the one to end me. As we settled into bed, he pulled me close, his strong arms encircling my waist, creating a sense of safety and warmth.
“I love you Sianni,” Jey whispered as he placed a kiss on my neck.
“Mmmm, love you too,” I mumbled while drifting off to sleep.
Could he really be honest? He appeared sincere, yet my tendency to overthink casts doubt on his words. Ultimately, only time will reveal the truth.
-fin ❤️
A/n: ngl this ate down lol 😭🙂↕️
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MIDNIGHT TALKS
Lewis Hamilton X Bride!fem!reader
Summary: When rainy night bedtime conversations are the best between Lewis and his fiancée.
Words: 2.4K+
Warnings: I don't think anything too alarming, just laughter, cute couple and romance.
Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar and slang mistakes that may be in the story. And you can request stories on my profile. ❤️🇧🇷
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It was as if God had made them for each other. And they were both certain that they were definitely soulmates who were destined to live together and love each other unconditionally. They had a partnership, a love, a fondness for each other that went beyond words. Something that no one could describe, because it was something unique. Something that was theirs.
That night, as winter battered the city with cold winds and incessant rain, they lay together, protected by a nest of blankets. The sound of the rain beating against the bedroom window brought a unique comfort, filling the comfortable silence between them.
Y/N adjusted the sleeve of the baggy sweatshirt she was wearing. The sweatshirt was actually Lewis's, but for some reason, it felt more like it belonged to her now. He smiled, pulling her closer.
"When we have a daughter, I'd like to name her Isla. What do you think?" Y/n asked, staring at the window, where drops were running down the glass.
Lewis made a sound that didn't entirely approve of the idea. "Do you have any other options? I don't think I like this one very much."
Y/n turned her face towards him, laughing. "What do you mean? Isla is cute!"
"Yeah... but it's literally "island" in Spanish. It looks like we're going to call it a stretch of land surrounded by water."
"You're impossible." She rolled her eyes, but the smile was still there. "Isla is a pretty, sophisticated name."
"Well, then if we have a boy, we can name him Lewis. Fair enough."
Y/n let out an exaggerated sigh. "And your ego strikes again."
Lewis chuckled softly before leaning in and burying his face in her neck, breathing in deeply. Her scent was a soft mix of vanilla and something purely hers. It was so familiar and comforting that it felt like a home he always wanted to return to. The warmth of her skin against his made his smile soften, as if in that moment nothing else in the world mattered.
"Okay, now tell me... If you weren't Lewis Hamilton, who would you be?"
He looked up at her in confusion before laughing. "Uh, I don't know. My mom would probably have found another name for me."
Y/n patted his chest lightly. "I worded that a little wrong. I meant... If you weren't a Formula 1 driver, what would you be?"
Lewis smiled. "Ah, much better now." He smiled, pretending to be more interested in the new version of the question. "Hm... maybe a musician? I've always liked music. Or something that would make me travel a lot... But I doubt I'd be happy without a race car."
"Oh, so you'd be a traveling singer? Like a modern-day troubadour?" She joked, biting her lip to hold back a laugh.
Lewis laughed out loud. "Now that you put it like that, it doesn't sound so cool..."
Soft laughter filled the room before Y/n looked down at her own hand, where her engagement ring glinted softly in the dim light of the lamp.
"I wanted to be a ballerina when I was a kid, you know?" She said thoughtfully. "But in the end, I went to college to study physical therapy."
Lewis turned to face her, a smile forming on his lips. "That explains why you walk so gracefully...or why you can make me stretch without me noticing."
She laughed. "Yes, Lew. That's always been my secret plan. To make a seven-time world champion racer stretch like a ballerina."
"It worked, so congratulations."
The two laughed together, and Lewis took the opportunity to pull her closer. He left a tender kiss on her hair and sighed.
"You know... I imagine us being even happier when we're married. More trips together, more moments like this... maybe another dog running around the house." The pilot says, stroking his bride's hair.
Y/n smiled shyly and snuggled against the sweatshirt he was wearing, as if she wanted to hide her face.
Lewis chuckled softly, finding it adorable, and held her closer, whispering fondly, "You know I love all this with you, don't you? There's nothing in the world I want more."
She lifted her face just enough to look him in the eyes, her heart warming at his words. "I know..." She murmured, smiling lovingly.
Lewis chuckled, stroking her hair tenderly, feeling his own heart overflow with love. Y/n wrapped an arm around Lewis's stomach, enjoying his cozy warmth.
She then smiled against her sweatshirt, "Did you know that when I first met you, I thought you were going to be boring?"
Lewis's eyes widened, clearly caught off guard, before letting out an incredulous laugh. "What?! What do you mean?"
"I swear!" Y/n laughed along, lifting her head to look at him. "You always had that super serious look in the garage, like you were about to fight someone. I was afraid you'd ignore everything I said."
Lewis blinked a few times before laughing even harder, shaking his head. "So you're saying my 'relaxed face' scared you?"
"Exactly!" Y/n joked, holding back her laughter. "But after we were introduced, I realized you were a lot less intimidating than you seemed... I mean, at least when you're not in the car."
Lewis chuckled and raised an eyebrow before teasing her, "Well, my first impression of you was quite different. All I could think about was how beautiful you were and how much hotter that white team t-shirt made you look."
Y/n rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips. "You don't miss a thing, do you?"
He laughed and continued, amused: "But look, if I knew you thought that about me in the beginning, I don't think I would have even gone to talk to you." The fake tone of indignation made Y/n let out a loud laugh.
Without thinking twice, she lightly patted his chest, through his sweatshirt. "Stop being so dramatic, Hamilton! You know I love you now."
He smirked, his eyes shining. "And that's what matters."
Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes again, and snuggled closer to him, feeling his chest vibrate with another low chuckle. She knew that, despite the teasing, Lewis loved knowing that, from the beginning, they were destined to meet—even if there were a few wrong first impressions along the way.
Lewis sank his fingers into Y/n’s hair, tracing soft circles against her scalp as his voice came out in a calm tone. “What was the exact moment you realized you were in love with me?”
Y/n chuckled softly, feeling her face heat up at the memory. "Ah, I remember perfectly..."
Lewis smiled as he noticed how her cheeks flushed, and that only made him want to hear even more. "Tell me" He encouraged, his voice thick with curiosity and affection.
Y/n sighed, hiding her face for a moment before looking at him. "It was that day... after the race at Silverstone, when you narrowly missed the podium. I walked into the physio room and there you were, sitting on the bench, looking so exhausted and frustrated. I knew you hated losing, but... instead of complaining, you simply looked at me, smiled tiredly and said, 'At least I have you here.'"
Lewis blinked slowly, surprised by the memory. "Did I say that?"
"Yes, I did." Y/n chuckled softly, biting her lip. "And in that moment, I knew. It didn't matter if you won or lost, if you were on top of the world or having a bad day... I just wanted to be by your side."
Lewis stared at her for a moment before smiling, his heart squeezing in a good way. "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you again? Because it's working."
Y/n laughed, pulling the blanket tighter around her body. "Your turn, Lew. When did you realize you were in love with me?"
He chuckled softly, thinking for a moment before answering, "Well... I knew you were the love of my life the day Mercedes hired you as a physical therapist."
She raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Oh, stop..."
"I'm serious!" Lewis laughed. "I walked into the garage and saw you there, in that team uniform, talking to someone. I thought to myself, 'Shit, if this woman takes care of my physique, I'll never be able to concentrate on racing again.'"
Y/n laughed in amusement, "You're terrible!"
He laughed, then lowered his tone a bit, becoming more serious. "But if you want a real moment... I think it was the first time I got sick and you showed up at my house with soup and a million medicines. Not because anyone asked you to, but because you wanted to take care of me."
Y/n smiled, feeling her heart warm. "You looked like a baby with a cold, I needed to help."
"And that's when I knew I would never want anyone else taking care of me again." He said softly, his eyes locked on hers.
Y/n swallowed hard, surprised by his sincerity. Without saying anything, she approached and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before slipping back under the covers, hiding her face against his sweatshirt.
Lewis laughed, finding her reaction adorable. "No need to be shy now, love" He joked, pulling her closer and leaving a kiss on her hair.
And there, with the soft sound of rain filling the room, they knew that in any life, they would always find their way back to each other.
Lewis traced lazy circles on her back, his touch warm and comforting. “Do you think if Mercedes hadn’t hired you, we would still have met?”
Y/n looked up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "I guess so," she said softly. "I believe that when two people are meant to be together, God always finds a way to bring them together. Maybe I wouldn't be your physical therapist, maybe I wouldn't even be in the paddock... but somehow, our paths would cross."
Lewis watched the calm way she spoke, her eyes shining with conviction. "Like... if you were a doctor in a hospital and I had a bike accident, would you be there to take care of me?" He joked, arching an eyebrow.
Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes. "Exactly, but I hope you don't have to fall off your bike to find me."
Lewis laughed along and tightened the hug. "I like to think that. That somehow we would always find each other."
She smiled against his sweatshirt, sinking deeper into his embrace. Comfortable silence filled the room again, interrupted only by the rhythmic sound of the rain.
Until, out of nowhere, Y/n let out a laugh.
Lewis frowned and looked at her. "What's wrong?"
Y/n sat up a little on the bed, still laughing, and looked at her fiancé. "I just remembered that day in the paddock... when you tried to get on Toto's scooter and almost fell in front of everyone."
Lewis's eyes widened before he threw himself back, covering his face with his hands. "Oh no... you remembered that?!"
"How could I forget?" Y/n laughed. "You tried to do that all-knowing pilot pose, but then the scooter jerked and you ended up on the ground."
Lewis grumbled, the embarrassment returning as if it had happened yesterday. "And the worst part is that you didn't help at all! You just kept laughing at me!"
Y/n was already laying on his stomach now, laughing breathlessly. "Because it was hilarious!"
Lewis shook his head, but couldn't help but laugh. "I swear I tried to look cool..."
"Failed miserably" She said, wiping a tear from her eye. Lewis sighed dramatically, but laughed along.
After a few seconds, Y/n took a deep breath, finally catching her breath. She lay back down next to him, her head resting on Lewis's arm as he wrapped her in his embrace once more.
This time, silence returned uninterrupted, only the soft sound of rain tapping against the window. The entire room seemed enveloped in a rare kind of peace, where the simple fact of being together was enough.
"Lew, think about it..." She begins, in a thoughtful tone. "What if the clouds are actually giant pieces of cotton candy? But they don't want us to know because if we found out, everyone would want to eat them?" Y/n spoke with the utmost seriousness in the world, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Lewis blinked a few times, processing the absurd theory, before letting out a loud laugh. "Wait a minute... so, according to you, NASA is hiding from us that the sky is a sugary amusement park?"
"Exactly! Can you imagine? They must have cotton candy machines in space to replenish the clouds from time to time!"
Lewis shook his head, laughing. "Okay, conspiracy genius... what about the little birds? Are they spies too?"
Y/n arched an eyebrow dramatically. "That's not even a theory, it's a fact! You've never seen a baby pigeon, have you noticed? They just appear as adults on the street. Because they're government monitoring robots."
"Oh my God, I'm going to marry a lunatic" Lewis said, rolling around in bed laughing.
"Not only are you getting married, you love me!" She retorted, laughing along and poking her fiancé in the ribs.
The laughter took a while to stop. They always had this way of dividing their neurons, creating jokes that only made sense to them. And that was exactly what made them so unique.
Lewis sighed, pulling Y/n closer, nuzzling his face into her neck. "You know what? I knew for sure that I wanted to marry you that day..."
Y/n looked up, curious. "On the day of the proposal?"
"Yes. My whole life, actually." He smiled against her skin. "When you looked at me and started crying before I could even say anything. I realized you were my better half, Y/n. Always have been."
Her heart raced. Y/n smiled shyly, hiding her face in the sweatshirt he wore, the way she always did when she was emotional.
Lewis chuckled, finding it adorable, and kissed the top of her head. "And I think I already know the perfect name for our future daughter."
Y/n looked up, curious. "Which one?" Her eyes lit up, thinking her fiancé was serious.
The pilot smiled, tightening the hug. "Cotton."
"LEWIS!"
His laughter echoed through the room, mixing with the sound of the rain on the window. Y/n lightly slapped his chest, but couldn't contain her laughter.
Because, in the end, life with him would always be like this: Full of jokes, nonsensical theories and love. Lots of love.
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Bambi's Most Liked/Viewed Tik Toks
Summary: A tiktok compilation of Bambi's most viewed tik toks
Warnings: swearing, kissing, flirting, pda, tik tok comments, Matt looking completely in love
1st Tik Tok-
Bambi put the phone down taking a few steps back as American Wedding by frank ocean began to play through her phone speaker. She ran her fingers through her hair as Matt walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her against him completely as she began to lip sync to the song. 'Hijabs and polygamist husbands. Those poor un-American girls. After school she ran to me. Jumped in my 5.0. This is the home of the brave, land of the free. But your parents still didn't know' She grinned as Matt kissed her cheek, turning to face him, pulling him down and kissing him lovingly, as the tik tok ended.
Caption: Date Night with the most perfect man in the world @ mattsturniolo
2nd Tik Tok-
Maneater by Nelly Furtado began 'You wish you never ever met her at all (what you sayin', girl?)' She walked into frame in her Halloween costume, twirling a bit. 'You wish you never ever met her at all (break), yeah. She's a maneater, a maneater (I been around the world, I ain't never meet a girl like this) She's a maneater, a maneater (I been around the world, I ain't never meet a girl like this) She's a maneater, a maneater (I been around the world, I ain't never meet a girl like this) Like this, like this, like this, like this, like this' She walked over to Matt who was in his costume scrunching up her nose and grabbing his jaw.
Caption: Did I pull this off? Kinda?
3rd Tik Tok-
Bambi put her phone down smiling at the camera the triplets sitting at the table behind her. "Okay, so I keep getting comments asking about my tattoos and piercings... So I thought I'd make a video showing them off cause why not?" She smiled sheepishly at the camera pulling off her hoodie leaving her in a white tub top, which seemed to catch Matt's attention immediately as he looked up watching her
She noticed this and giggled but didn't acknowledge him "So first I have this tarot card tattoo with my zodiac sign on it and it's on my forearm" She showed the camera. "Matt took me to get it for my birthday." She smiled at Matt who waved before pulling her hair to the side and turning around "Next I have this moon phase tattoo along my spine, it's read and black and hurt like a bitch" She turned back showing off her tatted shoulder. "And lastly this one is veins, butterflies and fairies... that's the last one for right now. Matt and I are planning on getting a matching one for our 4th anniversary..."
"Yeah we are"
She giggled before gasping "Oh, wait. I have Matt's initials on my side, but that's under my shirt and normally hidden by my bra. Now onto piercings." She pointed to her stomach "Belly button ring, septum ring that I hide most of the time, and I have my nipple's pierced.....But yeah that's it......Bye."
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4th Tik tok-
Bambi was laying on Matt's bed with Mr. Wrinkleton on her chest and wearing one of Matt's polo's "Sooooo.....Nick, Matt, and Chris went to Film and i'm here obviously... And I'm watching How to Train your dragon and I came to the conclusion that my taste in men has not changed... Like at all. So growing up I had the biggest crush on hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon, and I feel like I'm dating him in real life. Like he wasn't the tallest, he had like messy brown hair, he was sarcastic, like really smart, he had an attitude, he was very dorky, and just all around cute...... Did I just describe my boyfriend or a fictional character? Like that's literally Matt, or am I going crazy.... That's it" She moved the camera out of her face before quickly moving it back "And middle part Matt was 1000% Victor from Corpse Bride"
Caption: He's also kinda Stiles from Teen Wolf
5th Tik Tok-
18 By Anarbor started playing as Bambi walked back grabbing Matt's hand pulling him down her nose brushing his as she lip synced "So if you wanna piss off your parents. Date me to scare them. Show them you're all grown up. If long hair and tattoos are what attract you. Baby then you're in luck. And I know it's just a phase. You're not in love with me-" But before she could continue Matt grabbed her by the back of her thighs lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist with a grin on his face.
Her hands immediately moved to the sides of his face, a new ring on display (that would catch a lot of attention by fans) "You wanna piss off your parents, baby. Piss off your parents. That's alright with me"
Caption: I was trying to be cute and he stole my thunder
6th and Final Tik Tok
Slim Pickens By Sabrina Carpenter began to play "Guess I'll end this life alone. I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me. All the douchebags in my phone. Play 'em like a slot machine, if they're winnin', I'm just losing" Bambi walked stood next to Matt as the song continued he picked her up effortlessly and placed her on his shoulder. "A boy who's jacked and kind" Both of them looked surprised and really happy.
Caption: I have the one I love and he still doesn't know the difference between there, their and they're.....
Comments:
User322: Okay but that 5th one just came out and I still NEED to know if that's an engagement ring
User777: Bambi having Matt's initials tattoo'd on her is wild
User111: Parents
Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws
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Can we ask to see how Vik and Journalist! Reader met? That one request was so cute! I loved their dynamic
this is the prequel to this little bit
You look through the lens of your camera at the expanse of the room, much too large and much to garish in its lighting. You know for a fact you’ll have to be working extra time in your dark room to fix all of the yellow tint to this lighting. You snap the shutter a few times: at dancing couples, at dignitaries and councillors talking, at the fancy centerpieces on the tables filled with exotic flowers that probably cost more than your apartment. The night is a dull affair, but that was to be expected. All of these galas with insane names like “the covalence” or “inventorium” never failed to bore you to tears, sometimes literally. All night you find vantage points in balconies or certain corners or near the bar to capture portraits that you hope tell a story of opulence and progress. Sometimes, and more selfishly, you take pictures of what you think would make good gossip as well. More eyes means more funding for the scientists, and more money in your wallet when people pay good money for the stories those pictures could tell when you sit down in front of your typewriter tomorrow morning.
Your eyes scan the crowd from the little table that you’ve set yourself up at, a little plate of cheese and a shimmering and all too fruity cocktail that Mel, your point of contact, insisted you take. She always asks your publishers for you for these events, claiming that you capture the perfect photographs and quotes to report on the beauty and the fun of these nights. You don’t necessarily see it, as you never have any fun, but she makes sure you get paid very well and you cannot turn that down. Plus, she’s an angel, a contract you definitely don’t mind because of her sweetness and understanding. And her not-boyfriend, Jayce Talis, one of two guests of honor is maybe the nicest person in all of Piltover.
You lift the viewfinder to your eye, ready to capture a shot of two of the academy students speaking to Heimerdinger when someone new comes into the frame. Holy shit, a new face, and a handsome one at that. Chestnut hair, pale skin, two moles punctuating sharp angles of his cheeks and jawline. Absolutely beautiful, even in the gaudy light that threatens to drown out his lovely details.
You press the shutter without thinking. Capturing him feels like instinct.
He looks like any of the other scientists, really. The same uniform way of dress, the same colors, the same tired eyes that the rest of them have.
You press the shutter again, still not thinking.
He turns, stares back at you through the camera. With a smirk, he begins crossing the room with the help of his cane. You move your camera down, caught. Shit, you’ll have to think up a few bullshit interview questions on the fly. With luck, he’s as interesting as he looks.
He crosses through the crowd, as if liquid and invisible, his command of the space impressive and making you feel for the first time tonight trapped.
“You must be Councillor Medarda’s little reporter,” his heavily accented voice says, no proper greeting as you place your camera down on the table. The accent sounds familiar, you’ve definitely heard it before.
“Guilty,” you shrug, “So you’ve heard of me?”
“Eh, more like I was warned about you.”
That surprises you. Warned him? What would anyone need to be warned for about you? Sure, you can be a bit crass, drink a little too much, laugh a little too loud, get up to more gossip than appropriate. But none of that is really a problem on the level that any of these people should worry about. They’re scientists and politicians, people who genuinely deal with dangerous, taboo, and unknown matters.
“Worried I’ll dig up some scoop on you, Mister…?” you trail off, hoping he’ll give you a name.
“There’s not much to find, but my partner Jayce said you have potential to be vicious.”
You could ask him what he meant, but your eyes widen in shock. You’re so stupid. Stupid, stupid, fucking stupid.
“You’re Viktor!” you exclaim, and curse under your breath. He’s one of the guests of honor here. He and Mel’s not-boyfriend have just started some new breakthrough project. Of course, you should have known this was Viktor. Jayce had said ‘you’ll know him when you see him’ and he was right. He told you the man was quiet and aloof and not interested in impressing anyone. Jayce never told you he was so attractive, though.
He nods, and plucks one of the cubes of cheese off of your plate as he leans himself against the table.
“I’m supposed to ask you a few questions,” you tell him, but all of the questions you had come up with vanish from your mind now that his eyes are trained on you.
“I will answer one if you go over and ask that man for a refill of our drinks,” he says, which buys you time to think and space from him so that maybe you can think about anything other than his beautiful cheekbones and terrifyingly sharp eyes. You nod, smiling as you take a look at his cup, and he drinks a negroni. A man after your own heart, and maybe you’re fucked. You walk over to the nearest bartender, a worker just like you, with an apologetic smile. Mel always insists you enjoy, so why not actually enjoy? You ask him kindly for two negronis, pressing a few coins into his hand that from his reaction tells you has been his first tip of the night.
What to ask Viktor, what to ask? You walk back over to him, feeling less stable on your heels not from the drink but from nerves. Viktor has, in the maybe three sentences he’s spoken, managed to knock you completely off kilter. You know you’re supposed to ask the details of the new project, of how it feels to work with the funding of the council, of the controversy surrounding their ideas, but it feels wrong.
Viktor smiles when you return with the cups; he doesn’t smirk or scrunch his nose like you’ve noticed he does. He smiles with a lopsided and close lipped grin as you pass the cup to him.
“Cheers,” you both mutter, clinking the rims before thunking your drinks down on the table and once again lifting them to press them to your lips.
You sigh as you finish your sip, letting your cup rest gently on the little napkin on the table and you notice in your absence Viktor has stolen three more pieces of cheese. You’ll make sure he owes you them later, sometime.
“So how does a breakthrough make you feel?”
Viktor seems taken aback by this question, as if he expected anything but this. It doesn’t feel out of the realm of the possibility, just not the boring normal sort of interview question. It’s vague and centered on him, not specifically the project. Maybe not what the press will want to hear, but interesting. You pull the recorder out of your little bag carefully, placing it on the table between the two of you as an unspoken ask of consent. He thinks for a moment, and then nods at you. You press the button.
“It…. It feels like seeing an ancient God, maybe but also learning that a God exists. Euphoria and understanding meeting. Does that make sense? There’s something weird and otherworldly about uncovering something previously unknown.”
You nod, and stop the recording again.
“That was my one, right? But can I ask for more off the record?”
“Thank you, for stopping,” he tells you, and takes a very long sip of his drink, “I will continue to entertain you because you did not ask a stupid question.”
“Thanks, Viktor,” you say, relaxing the reporter act, “Your accent though?”
You narrow your eyes, sip your drink, and watch his body language. He stays still, like a statue.
“Are you from…?” you don’t dare say the word Zaun in this room, knowing better, “I’ve heard your accent before, I mean… I’m from.”
Again, you don’t say it, but Viktor understands what you’re trying to say.
“Are you?” he asks, “A long way from home, yes?”
You laugh, a sigh of relief. You nod and clink your glass against his again. He picks it back up and drinks again, this time feeling conspiratorial in nature. Two Zaunites in the room of Piltover’s elite. Interlopers willingly invited, beggars to the feast in the bourgeoisie midst and they might not even know it.
“Too far, sometimes,” you admit, “But this is refreshing.”
“Yes, it is,” Viktor concedes, and silence fills the space between you. Comfortable silence, ease permeating the little bubble you’ve created for yourselves. Every once in a while you pick your camera up, taking photos of the councillors and well dressed patrons. The hours pass more quickly than they do on a usual job, with mostly silence between refilling drinks and snacks and the interludes of Viktor supplying you with a little snippet of gossip or some sharp witted insult about someone he doesn’t like. He’s such easy company, easy to talk to and easy to look at.
“That one,” Viktor tells you, pointing at Jayce Talis dressed similarly to himself, “My partner. Get his picture too.”
You point the lens where he tells you, and you snap a total of three pictures where Jayce is the focal point; a gap toothed smile and bright eyes command composition. You swivel around the room again to take a few more pictures before you decide that perhaps you have a photo of at least everyone for any editorial or photo gallery of the event your publishers would want. Before you put your camera down though, you turn it back towards Viktor. The angle and closeness will be awkward, not one that you can use for your story. You click the shutter as he grimaces.
“Must you commit me to film?”
“Well I’ve never seen you at one of these before, what if I never see you again? I need something to remember you by.”
Viktor’s eyes narrow as he takes in your words. He doesn’t respond immediately, as if he’s running some kind of calculation your voice had written.
“Do you… want to see me again?”
You bite your lip harshly, lest you shout your yes and embarrass the both of you. You taste copper.
“A little off-record meeting would be…nice.”
Viktor scoffs, and finishes his drink.
“Please, drop the professionalism,” he tells you, and it’s your turn to scoff, “I am a busy man, I would like it if you were upfront with your seduction attempt.”
“S- Seduction attempt?” you stutter before you regain yourself, leaning in closer to him as you realize he is messing with you, “is it working?”
“And if I say yes?”
Ego swells within you, and before you can think about bad ideas or prying eyes, you lean a little further until your lips brush his earlobe.
“Then yes. I’d like to see you again.”
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Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC
Hello, here is the chapter 32 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.
It's way too calm. They're way too happy into the last chapters. I need to fix that. 😈😈😈😈
On Wednesday, February 12th I will be posting the next chapters. 2 chapters. The first will be all four of them cute and doing dirty things at the starfall. The second will be a chapter full of revelations about Luxi's past, and therefore sadness and anger for the three batboys. With a sad sad sad and terrible end of chapter. 😈😈😈😈😈
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Chapter 32
When Luxiana woke up, it was the middle of the night. She opened her eyes with difficulty but frowned when she saw Cassian sleeping in front of her while someone else hugged his body.
She had spent the day and evening with the Illyrian with the red siphons. She had waited impatiently for Rhysand and Azriel to return but according to Cassian, they had been held up by their work. Of course, that hadn't stopped Luxiana and Cassian from having a good evening and a good dinner under the laughter and endless words of the young woman.
Then the blonde had decided to go to bed, a little disappointed not to have seen the other two Illyrians and cursing herself for feeling this kind of emotions - which could lead to nothing - for them.
She had headed to her room and had been surprised to see Cassian following her, and even more so when he had simply answered that he would sleep with her whenever he could.
But what was her surprise when she entered her assigned room and saw that her bed had been replaced by a bed even bigger than Cassian's. "It's so that all three of us can sleep with you," Cassian had simply answered, shrugging his shoulders as if it were normal.
But it was strange according to Luxiana. Why did they want to sleep with her? It could be just to fuck her but they had already spent several nights with her just to sleep. So what were the four of them? What was she to them? What were they to her?
It was while asking herself lots of questions that she had fallen asleep in Cassians' arms and that was now why she was surprised not to have woken up in his arms and to feel someone else behind her holding her pelvis.
She turned her head and glanced over her shoulder to see that it was Azriel holding her. He was sleeping just as deeply as Cassian and had placed one of his wings on her to cover her under the blanket. The shadowsinger's face was buried in her white hair and his arms were tightly wrapped around the blonde's pelvis as if he had clung to her urgently before falling asleep.
Luxiana smiled as her heart pumped fiercely to send blood to her cheeks and warm them. Azriel must have joined them during the night and had grabbed her to cuddle and fall asleep with her. She felt so happy to understand that. He had wanted to sleep with her and hold her in his arms. She loved it so much when they held her.
She fidgeted a little, glancing left and right past Cassian and Azriel to find Rhysand. But the lord wasn't there with them…not in bed with her. Hadn't he wanted to sleep with her?
She looked around the room in a last hope of seeing the high fae but she didn't notice him.
Instead, she tensed up all at once, frowning, ready to react if necessary, noticing a sort of shadow trail entering through the half-open door of the room.
Luxiana was going to get up in a hurry to defend Cassian and Azriel if necessary but she understood before moving. She realized that this black streak was part of Rhys' power.
He was reaching out with monstrous slowness towards them, towards her. As if he was desperately trying to reach her but something was holding him back.
Luxiana's heart skipped a beat. Was Rhys in danger and calling for help? No, his power wouldn't react like that if that was the case. But worried and curious, Luxiana decided to go see what was going on to make sure the lord was okay.
She struggled out of Azriel's tight arms - who groaned in his sleep but didn't wake up. Then she crawled on her knees to the end of the bed where she jumped to her feet and rushed toward the door and into the shadows.
Without waiting, she began to follow the black trainer filled with power into the corridor, hoping that it would lead her to Rhys. She ran down the stairs and through the hallways before reaching a door that was open just a tiny inch.
Luxiana could feel Rhysand's power rippling through the room. She smiled a little for a micro second when she noticed that he was one of the most powerful fae she had ever met.
She pushed the door open slowly and frowned as she saw the High Lord's power fill the room in a whirlwind of darkness, pain, and power.
She didn't know where she was or what this room was - she had never set foot in here - but it was so dark that she couldn't see inside, not even where Rhys was.
She felt from the surge of power that was spinning in all directions in front of her, making her hair - surely untied by Azriel during the night - fly in all directions, that whoever entered this darkness would be torn to pieces and reduced to ashes.
What was happening to Rhys? Luxina felt her chest vibrate with worry and her stomach tighten with anguish. She didn't try to understand then and entered the black cloud of violence slowly, not seeing where she was putting her feet.
But her, the power of the high lord did not touch her. He circled all around her without touching her, without approaching her and in fact, he even fled from her.
Luxiana could have smiled seeing that Rhys' power feared her just as much as Azriel's shadows but she was far too preoccupied.
Luckily, like a light in the night, the glow that Luxiana gave off allowed her to see barely two meters around her. So, when she arrived in front of what seemed to be a huge desk with piles of paperwork on it, she gasped.
Rhysand was slumped over his desk, his cheek on his forearms as he sat on what looked to be a luxurious velvet chair. But his face... it was twisted with pain and sadness.
Luxiana's blood boiled as she realized. He must have dozed off while working and was now having a nightmare. "Rhys," she yelled urgently, but he didn't move an inch.
The blonde's heart broke. She knew what he was feeling and how real and painful this kind of nightmare felt.
She ran around the desk to put her hand on the lord's shoulder. "Rhys," she called out to him, shouting. She began to shake him awake, but he was still sound asleep.
She placed her hand on the brunette's cheek and winced as her skin felt incredibly cold. It was because of his power. "Rhysand ! Fuck!" She began to slap him gently and quickly several times but still no movement.
So, panicking a little more, knowing that he was suffering, she grabbed his shoulder to lift him a little as she could and slip under him, between his chest and the desk. She hugged him with all her strength, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Rhys, please, wake up."
Maybe it was the desperate voice of his soulmate echoing through his nightmare. Maybe it was the comforting vanilla scent he now smelled. Maybe it was the tickle of his soulmate's cheek on his own. Or maybe it was the feeling of peace that suddenly washed over him. But the swirl of darkness around them began to calm down gradually.
The cloud of darkness even ends up freezing entirely and disappearing all at once, collapsing abruptly on Rhys to regain his body while waking him up suddenly.
The high lord jumped back to press his back against his seat as Luxiana had to release him while remaining crouched beside him.
Rhysand's breathing was rapid and his gaze was clouded by the confusion while moving all over the room as he tried to get his thoughts in order. Then the blonde raised her hands between them and spoke in a soft voice. "Rhys."
He jumped again and his hands transformed into black clawed paws as he slapped the blonde's hands away with his forearm, raising one of his claws in the air to gain momentum. Luxiana didn't even react, not feeling even a little threatened and knowing that she could stop him from hurting her anyway.
But when Rhys laid eyes on Luxiana and recognized her, his eyes widened and his shoulders sagged suddenly. He was able to take a deep breath and his heart calmed as he came back to himself completely. And suddenly, he realized the position of his claw and winced at the guilt that was pinching his heart and at the fear that he could hurt his soulmate that turned his stomach. He brought his hand down fiercely to his side as he transformed it back. “I’m sorry,” he managed to breathe out as he ran his palms over his face.
"It's okay," Luxiana reassured, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. "You had a nightmare, but you're okay now." She placed her hand on his cheek and Rhysant leaned his head into her palm to deepen the contact while closing his eyes to savor it better.
But his heart was still hurting so much so he grabbed the blonde by the arms to pull her towards him. She had to straddle his thighs but she didn't struggle to wrap her arms around the lord's neck, sticking her body to his.
Rhysand rested his face on his soulmate's neck to breathe in her scent deeply. He needed the hug. Needed that scent. Needed her. He gradually relaxed thanks to Luxiana's caresses in his hair and her sweet words. "It's going to be okay," she repeated. "It's going to be okay."
Rhysand wanted to nod and believe her words. Believe that it was going to be okay, but he couldn't. He was so scared to death.
"Did you have a nightmare?" the blonde asked with sadness and empathy.
Rhysand nodded once, keeping his face in the blonde's neck.
Luxiana's heart tightened a little more. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Rhysand shook his head negatively so Luxiana didn't say anything else, understanding. He already had to deal with all of this in his nightmares, he didn't want to deal with it while awake too.
A few minutes passed where she waited for the lord to calm down while continuing to reassure him.
Then finally, completely at peace, Rhysand straightened up. He looked at Luxiana with such tired and sad eyes that her heart split with a sharp, painful blow.
She took a deep breath. She understood that he didn't want to talk about it, but if she could help him, at least just a little, then she didn't hesitate. "You know, if you're having nightmares about what happened under the mountain..."
"No, I didn't have nightmares about that," he interrupted in a broken voice.
Luxiana tilted her head with a frown, waiting for him to elaborate if he wished.
Rhysand lowered his pupils into the void. "At first, yes, I had nightmares about it. They were memories most of the time. But not anymore." He raised his blue irises to Luxiana's face and placed his large hand -now burning- on her cheek. "Not anymore."
"So what are you having nightmares about?" Luxiana asked with a pleading voice and a sad face. She couldn't help him if she didn't know what was bothering him.
A muscle twitched at the corners of Rhysand's lips as he noticed her concern for him. He studied her face with bright eyes to make sure he memorized every inch of it. "In my new nightmares, I see someone I love leaving me, being hurt, tortured, or dying because of me. Because I am a high lord. Because the world is dangerous and I have failed to make it safer. And because time will eventually run out and take her away from me and there is nothing I can do about it. Nothing. And no matter what I do in my nightmares, I can never save her. Never. And it terrifies me, it kills me with fear knowing that my nightmares could come true at any time and I might not be able to protect the person I love."
Luxiana's heart felt like it was being stabbed savagely several times. She didn't show anything on her face but a wave of pain and jealousy strangely invaded her. She would like to be loved by someone like that. She would like Rhys to love her like he loved the person he had just told her about.
She took a deep breath, putting her bad feelings aside to place her hands on Rhysand's shoulders. She looked into his eyes with an intense gaze. "Rhys, you are one of the most powerful fae in this land. But most importantly, you are the most selfless, caring, generous, intelligent, and altruistic high lord this land has ever known."
Something sparkled in the lord's pupils but Luxiana continued, "That's not even an understatement. Trust me, I... I've met High Lords and I've read a lot of books about the old High Lords,... about your father too... and you're so, so much better than all of them. Rhys, you have no idea what an extraordinary fae you are. You sacrificed yourself for your people, for Velaris, for your friends and family. No other High Lord has done it and no other High Lord would have done it."
She slid her hands from Rhys' shoulders to his neck and then to his cheeks to cup his face and emphasize her words. "So, trust me, if there's anyone who can protect the person they love, it's you."
Rhysand took a deep breath as he closed his eyes, enjoying the words of his soulmate that lightened his chest and made him feel so good. He felt so happy that she said that to him, that she thought that of him. "It makes me feel so good to hear that, Lux. Especially, coming from you. You have no idea."
He opened his eyes again but frowned. His heart was still bruised with worry and fear. "But there are some things I can't do anything about. Like time..."
Luxiana tilted her head curiously. She didn't understand, but in the end, it didn't really matter. Rhysand had earned her loyalty and more. "I could do something about it."
Rhysand chuckled softly as he looked at her fondly.
Luxiana got a little annoyed as she crossed her arms. "I swear. You may not believe me but I'm super strong. And you won my… You won me, Rhys. I would protect, I would fight, and I would sacrifice myself for you and the people you love."
Rhysand was electrified through and through with panicked fear. He shook his head hastily, frowning and grabbing Luxiana's face in his hands. "But that's not what I want, Luxi. I don't want you to sacrifice yourself for me, that's exactly what terrifies me. I want you to be safe, I want you to live long, I want you to be happy."
The blonde's breath hitched in her chest as her eyelids fluttered open. Her heart pounded strangely in her chest, making her cheeks heat up. Was he afraid for her? Did he want her to live long and be happy? He was so kind. Her heart suddenly beat faster for the lord, almost asking to come out of her chest to go hug the fae. She made a sad pout.
Rhysand frowned at her reaction. "What's wrong?"
The corner of Luxiana's lips lifted for a second. "I'm falling in love with you," she said simply with a shrug.
Rhysand moved back suddenly, his eyes widening as his breath hitched. But his heart… his heart swelled so much that it felt like it was going to explode, only to reform and re-solidify like a new one. Like it had never been damaged.
His soulmate's words echoed in his mind as a wide smile spread across his face. She was falling in love with him? His soulmate loved him. She was falling in love with him. His eyes began to shine with tears. A flash of joy passed through him. He felt so lucky.
He threw himself at Luxiana to press his lips to hers and beg for a fiery and passionate kiss with his tongue. A kiss to which she responded by silently exchanging with Rhys their feelings for each other.
He pulled away from her to rest his forehead on his soulmate's as they both gasped for air. "Perfect. Fall completely for me, love, I beg you."
Luxiana felt vibrant with joy and hope. He wanted her to be in love with him? She smiled with all her teeth, with all her heart. “Kiss me,” she demanded in a breath.
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Rhysand growled and lunged for her mouth. While kissing her, he grabbed her hips to lift her up and get up from his chair with her. He placed the blonde's buttocks on his desk while slipping between her thighs to stick his erection to her crotch.
He lowered his lips to the blonde's neck to place a trail of burning kisses there. He ran his hands over his soulmate's bare thighs to slide them over her skin and under her nightie. He moved them up again along her hips and her belly, taking the dress with him. Luxiana raised her arms as Rhysand pulled it off her.
He threw the piece of cloth further into the office and then with a movement of his arm, he swept everything that was on his desk to push Luxiana by the shoulders and make her lie down on her back on the piece of furniture.
He ran his palms and fingers over Luxiana's bare breasts, enjoying her soft skin. He kissed her mouth again to lower his lips to her neck then to her cleavage, to the base of her breasts. He placed a kiss on one of her nipples which hardened under his lips before licking the curve of her chest.
He moved his mouth down her stomach, licking it up and down with his tongue until he reached her hip, biting it gently, grabbing a piece of skin between his teeth and pulling it gently. He kissed her stomach again and even sucked on some places.
Then he lowered his mouth to her already soaked panties. He grabbed the elastic of the underwear between his teeth to pull her back and slide her panties down her thighs and remove them with his mouth while staring at his soulmate.
Luxiana's breathing was rapid at the sight of Rhysand's intense gaze as he removed her panties. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and she didn't know if it was from lack of air or if it was her heart slamming against her chest with force.
Her underwear hit the floor and Rhysand grabbed her thighs to pull her pelvis to the edge of the table. He knelt down in front of her to place a kiss on the inside of one of her thighs. “You’re my favorite job to do on this desk.”
Luxiana stood up a little, leaning on her elbows to look Rhys in the eye. She raised an eyebrow, unable to hide her smirk. "Am I a job for you?"
Rhysand let out a small chuckle as he placed another kiss on the inside of her thigh, higher this time, which made Luxiana shiver. "You are my everything, Lux. You are my work," He placed a kiss higher still, maybe a few inches from her part. "My title," He placed a kiss barely two millimeters from her crotch. "My body," he placed his lips on her pubic bone. "My heart," he kissed her lower lips.
Luxiana moaned, shivering violently under the butterflies tickling her lower belly. "My soul," he growled with conviction as he licked her slit from bottom to top. "My everything." He kissed her clit, sucking on it before nibbling it gently.
Luxiana was already trembling with excitement and when Rhysand amused himself by pushing his tongue into her hole while placing his thumb on her clitoris to play with it, she couldn't help but move her pelvis back and forth. She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and ran her other through Rhys' hair to grab his locks and press on his skull to accentuate his tongue strokes.
She moaned, arching her back as Rhys rubbed her clit and licked almost everywhere, savoring her. He reached up to kiss her hip. "Do you know how jealous Az and I were today?"
Luxiana frowned, out of breath. "Why?" she managed to say as Rhysand ran his index and middle fingers down Luxiana's slit, slowly penetrating her.
The blonde let out a long, loud breath, closing her eyes as fire pulsed through her body.
Rhysand looked at his soulmate's face as it filled with pleasure with a smile. "Because Cassian had fun telepathically sending us his memories with you all day."
He placed a kiss on her collarbone and began to slowly and deeply move his fingers back and forth while at the same time placing the bottom of his palm on her clitoris to rub it in time with his fingers sinking inside her. "You have no idea how much we would be dying to be in his place."
He kissed the blonde on the corner of her mouth. "How much we wanted you to fight with us too and bring us to our knees like you brought Cassian to his knees."
He kissed her on her other cheek. "How much we wanted to take you from behind like he did."
He growled, biting her shoulder. "You have no idea how hard Azriel got in the middle of talking to other spies and how I couldn't control myself on my papers while we heard your moans in our heads and saw you enjoying yourself through our brother's eyes."
Luxiana moaned and gesticulated a little under Rhysand as he sped up his fingers thrusting into her.
"And when you had dinner alone with him and you were laughing and talking with him without us, do you know how much we gritted our teeth? How we were dying of jealousy that we weren't there?!"
He bent his fingers upwards, pressing his palm a little more on the blonde's clitoris while making rapid movements inside her. Luxiana was so wet that the obscene noises that came from her part -due to the friction of Rhys' fingers inside her- increased the excitement of the lord whose entire body was on fire while his penis pulsed in his pants. "You have no idea how much I had to demand, threaten and insist with Azriel so that he finishes what he was doing and how much I wanted to give up everything, even my position as high lord, when you asked Cass where we were and we saw your adorably disappointed face when he answered that we still had work and that we could not be there."
Luxiana's heart electrified with happiness from top to bottom. They had wanted to stop everything just to spend the evening with her? She felt so happy.
Regaining her confidence, she grabbed Rhysand's wrist to push him away and make his fingers come out. She stood up, placing her other hand on Rhys' chest and lifting him up with her, pushing him away.
The bright pupils of trust and desire she placed on Rhys made him smile, raising an eyebrow as it awakened something warm in the brunette's chest.
Luxiana nudged Rhysand with her arm toward the blue velvet sofa that sat on one of the walls on the side of the room. She rolled her hips as she walked confidently, like a predator toward its prey.
When the back of Rhys's legs hit the front of the couch, he flopped down onto it, bouncing into a sitting position on the cushions. He leaned back as he took in the full, naked body of his soulmate with a biting gaze as she straddled his thighs.
She ran her hands up and down his chest before grabbing the buttons of his shirt and starting to undo them.
She unbuttoned it one by one and slowly removed his shirt, running her fingers over the brunette's skin following the fabric.
When his garment was removed, Rhysand placed his hands on his soulmate's hips and wanted to pull her closer to him but Luxiana slapped his fingers away. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," she refused him with a sound of her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Then she grabbed his wrists to pin them to his sides on the velvet.
Rhysand's eyebrow rose even more before he chuckled as he gave in. He placed his palms behind his head as he leaned back against the couch completely to let his soulmate what she wanted.
She ran her fingers over the lord's pecs and abs, following the curves of his tattoos before moving up to his shoulders, and pressing on his biceps to make him lower his arms. Then she deflected both hands to the bony curve at the top of his two wings.
As soon as his soulmate's fingers made contact with his sensitive skin there, Rhys closed his eyes with a groan and let his head fall back.
She moved her caresses down his wings, in the same places on both sides. Luxiana knew where to touch to make it feel the most good and it worked. Rhysand almost jumped at the electric current that was fighting all over his nerves and throughout his body in repercussion. The bulge in his pants doubled in size as his blood flowed almost entirely to it.
“Luxiana,” he moaned, grabbing her wrists to stop her caresses. He was losing control. He loved it and he hated it at the same time.
He tried to regain the upper hand but Luxiana rolled her wrists to escape his hold. "Shh," she said, placing her index finger on the high lord's lips. Then she placed her mouth there in a soft kiss before deviating to brush her lips against his ear. "Let yourself go. Trust me." Then she placed them on the salty skin of his neck, kissing and licking it, sliding her hands over his chest and then his pants.
She undid his laces before removing his pants, helped by Rhysand, and pulling them down to his ankles.
As Rhysand's cock stood proudly between her thighs, Luxiana knelt down in front of him. She wrapped her hand tightly around the fae's member, making him groan as she leaned down to place her lips around his glans. She amused herself by running her tongue over his tip, wrapping it around while sucking it. Then she joined her other hand around his cock to start making small rubbing movements up and down.
Rhysand felt himself pulse with desire and pleasure as he could only devour his soulmate with her mouth around his cock. She gave him a dark look of trust and want that made him moan as he squinted at her dimples. "Fuck," he cursed.
Luxiana released him with one hand, still gripping Rhys' member at its base to grab the brunette's wrist with her other hand and bring him towards her head. She separated her mouth from his penis to demand, "Hold my hair."
Rhysand didn't try to understand, he obeyed. He planted both hands in his soulmate's white locks to free them from her face while she threw herself full mouth on Rhysand's sex, pushing it entirely into her throat.
She began to move her head back and forth to rub the lord's cock in her throat, sucking and caressing it with her tongue. With one of her hands, she kneaded his balls, accentuating Rhys' pleasure and sometimes she put her lips there to lick and suck them too.
Her second hand slid up to his wing which she stroked at one spot while pumping his cock with her mouth.
Rhysand felt like his body was going to implode as his nerves pulsed with pleasure everywhere and fireworks exploded in his stomach.
“Do you like it?” Luxiana asked, eager to know if it felt good to her.
“Fuck, yeah,” Rhysand agreed, gritting his teeth to hold back his unmanly moans.
He couldn't hold back any longer. A wave of pleasure surged through him, completely overwhelming him. His wings jumped, his muscles clenched, and his cock began to pulse. He moaned in a hoarse sound as he came into his soulmate's mouth.
Luxiana swallowed, licking the entirety of the lord's member before straightening up to pull Rhys out of her mouth with a 'plop'. But this action had the effect of instantly making the lord's cock harden again and making his arousal skyrocket again.
He growled as he grabbed Luxiana by the hips to lift her up and make her straddle him. He pulled her to him and kissed her. But after their kiss, the blonde grabbed his wrists again as she pulled back a little. "I'm not done," she insisted with a predatory smile.
“How pleasant it is to know that,” the lord smiled as his desire tingled in his chest.
“Lay down,” Luxiana ordered—pointing to the couch seat—in an authoritative tone that pleasantly turned Rhysand inside.
He let out a full-throated laugh before obeying, lying down on the couch with his back, taking Luxiana with him. "At your command, ma'am," he mocked gently.
Luxiana smirked as she leaned over him to lick his lips up and down without breaking eye contact. "Good boy," Luxiana teased, unable to help her smile.
Rhysand growled, tightening his grip on her hips as his chest filled with tickling butterflies. "Fuck, this kind of thing apparently turns me on a little too much."
Luxiana raised her eyebrows in surprise before bursting into laughter.
Rhysand rolled his eyes. "And that laugh. What couldn't I do to hear that laugh for the rest of my life?" He devoured her with a glare so intense it immediately calmed Luxiana. She swallowed hard. He wanted to hear her laugh for the rest of his life?
She kissed him with such power that it surprised Rhysand a little before he kissed her back with the same intensity.
He wanted to touch her, to caress her whole body, but Luxiana grabbed his hands and pinned them to his chest. "Don't touch," she demanded, smiling with all her teeth.
“Or what?” Rhysand taunted with a smirk.
“Or I should go sleep with Cassian or Az instead of you,” she made a mock-apologetic and disappointed pout. “That would be terrible, wouldn’t it?”
Rhysand burst out laughing again. “Terrible,” he agreed. “Almost as terrible as not being able to touch you.”
"Perfect then," the blonde smiled mischievously.
She grabbed Rhysand's penis, lifting her pelvis a little so she could position it at her entrance. But she only penetrated the tip of Rhys' penis, making small movements of her pelvis on it.
Rhysand growled, struggling to keep his eyes open from both pleasure and frustration. "Are you teasing me?"
“Maybe,” Luxiana laughed softly. “You don’t like it?”
"I hate it," he growled, but damn maybe he liked it, actually. "And I love it. What are you doing to me?"
Luxiana smiled proudly before pushing Rhysand's penis fully inside her. Both of them let out a long sigh of satisfaction at the pleasure that spread through them. Then she mounted him, thrusting her hips back and forth, slowly.
Rhysand clamped his fingers on his abs. "Let me touch you, fuck," the frustration building inside him surprisingly heightened his pleasure.
Luxiana nodded negatively, taking the opportunity to caress Rhysand's chest and arms.
To get a better position, she straightened up, leaning her hands on Rhys' thighs and starting to bounce up and down, moaning at the friction of the lord's cock inside her.
Rhysand couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't breathe as his muscles pulled and burned with frustration and pleasure. He had to touch her. It was a vital need now. "Please, Luxiana. Let me touch you," he pleaded.
The blonde couldn't take it anymore either. She was shaking and her muscles were already aching even though she wanted so much more. She wanted him to touch her so hard. Cheeks red, her eyes as veiled with pleasure as Rhys's, she nodded, panting.
The lord then wasted no time, growling he hurriedly ran his hands all over her body to caress her breasts, pinch her nipples before grabbing her hips and helping her movements by making them faster and deeper.
They savored each other, touching, caressing, kissing. Then Rhysand pulled Luxiana on top of him, pressing her chest to his torso to wrap his arms around her back.
Then, relying on his heels on the sofa, he began to thrust powerfully and quickly into Luxiana, pushing his cock deep into her.
Luxiana moaned and almost screamed as her clit was stimulated as well by the lord's pubic thrusts. He pounded her hard so something exploded in their belly and when Luxiana came as she tightened her walls around Rhysand's cock, he also moaned as he came inside her.
Luxiana fell and collapsed further onto Rhys' chest, her muscles unable to hold her up as Rhys struggled to breathe and recover.
A huge smile appeared on Rhysand's lips as he began to stroke her back. She was falling in love with him. He was so in love with her and she was falling in love with him.
But actually, she was already so in love with him too.
#a court of thorns and roses#acomaf#acotar#acowar#azriel#cassian#rhysand#cassian x oc#rhysand x oc#high lord rhysand#azriel x oc#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#rhysand acotar#rhysand & cassian & azriel x oc
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the happy accident
Summary: Fred meets a muggle who will change his life.
(English isn’t my first language!!)
Fred could recall the exact moment he fell in love with his girlfriend, the moment he saw her he knew she was perfect. Their first meeting was special but he wouldn’t change it, he remembered each details.
It was a beautiful day at the shop for the twins, it was full of people who needed a good joke. Children were running everywhere, George was busy at the register with Verity and Fred was helping around the shop until he felt a tug at his vest. It was a little boy, around twelve, he looked around with frightened eyes.
“_ Can you help me? I-i lost my sister and she doesn’t know much about this world and I didn’t mean to loose her I was just looking at the prank shelf and then she wasn’t there!
_ Okay buddy, calm down. What does your sister look like? I’ll help search for her.
_ She is small compared to you and she has brown hair, she wears a purple shirt… and I don’t remember anything else.
_That’s good okay. And her name?
_ Y/N”
Turns out they didn’t have to search because the little boy name was screamed across the shop, many times by a small woman looking panicked. When she finally saw her her brother she was relieved but became really flustered when she saw the young man beside her brother. And Fred was looking bashfully at the beauty before him.
“_Thanks god you’re here Paul! I thought you were gone and I didn’t if somebody took you!
_I’m sorry Sissy, I was looking at the shelf and I didn’t mean to loose you. But Fred was going to help me.
_Thanks you mister Fred!
_Anything for a pretty lady like you and her brother. Name’s Fred and I’m one of the owner of the shop.
_Oh well thanks you Fred but we have to go, Paul here has to pack for Hod-Hor...The school! I’m sorry I don’t know much about this…
_Well I could help you if want, just owl me. I mean if you have an owl, or I could owl you first and you can tell me when we could meet.
_That would be great, I’ll wait for your owl then.”
When George saw Fred writing to someone everyday, he was suspicious and he found the stash of letters, some from a month ago, he red all of them and saw a side of his brother he didn’t knew. The other writer, named Y/N or Love, seemed to not be a witch but Fred was patient with her, George knew he would tease his brother but he was happy that Fred found someone.
Fred and Y/N met again a month later, they were both exited and couldn’t wait to see each other. Fred showed her more of the wizard world and in exchange, Y/N showed the muggle world (he was perplex about the pictures not moving!) and she showed him her little library. Their little getaways happened many times, until Fred asked her to be his girlfriend on the seventh date. He, of course, asked with fireworks on a cute little picnic.
Y/N didn’t meet his family until the three months mark, she saw George once or twice when she met Fred at the shop, but Fred never introduced him officially. So when he asked if she wanted to meet his family, she said yes. The burrow was magical for her, seeing everything move in the air was a bit weird at first, Molly did everything she could to make her feel at home and Arthur talked her ear off about the muggle things he had. Fred’s siblings were a bit septic at first but warm up after getting to know her. George had to interrogate her, she was so nervous but when he laughed she was relieved. Everything went fine to the great pleasure of Fred, he could finally feel a weight leave his shoulders, his girlfriend was accepted by his family and he couldn’t be happier.
Fred and Y/n’s relationship was great, they both showed each others love and a new side of the world, they had their ups and downs but at the end they solved things. Sometimes she helped in the shop or Fred would be with her in her library. They were different but they completed each others beautifully.
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I DON'T THINK I COULD LOVE YOU MORE
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Pairing: Billie Eilish x fem!reader
Words: 1.9K
****** [So after everything that happened, I really wanted to write something cute and happy for the Grammys, I've been obssessed with Billie these last days, so I hope you like it!!!]
The alarm went off earlier than usual on the morning of the Grammys. Y/n stirred beneath the covers, stretching an arm out to find her girlfriend—only to be met with an empty, cold spot. She frowned. If there was one thing she knew about Billie, it was how much she despised getting out of bed without spending a few minutes tangled together, exchanging sleepy kisses.
With a sigh, Y/n lazily pulled her hair into a messy bun and grabbed one of Billie’s oversized sweatshirts. If they were already huge on the singer, Y/n practically drowned in them, despite being taller than her girlfriend. But that’s exactly what made them so cozy.
She padded toward the kitchen, where she found Billie perched on a stool, hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea. Y/n approached her from behind, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder. It was only then that she noticed how tense Billie was.
“Good morning, my love,” Y/n murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. But instead of the usual warm response, Billie only managed a small, tight-lipped smile—more a grimace than anything.
Y/n’s brows furrowed. Something’s up.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Billie let out a heavy sigh, finally turning in Y/n’s embrace to face her. “Sorry, baby. It’s just… I’m a bit stressed about tonight.” She hesitated, then ran a hand through her hair. “Claudia called me before the alarm went off. Turns out Finneas woke up feeling sick… and he lost his voice. Like, he literally can’t sing, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry,” Y/n said sincerely. “But I know you’ll figure something out. Have you talked to your team?” As she spoke, she absentmindedly ran her fingers through Billie��s hair, knowing it always helped calm her—even just a little.
“I called my mom, and she said I have two options: find someone to do the harmonies while Finneas plays guitar, or sing without them and just have him play.”
Y/n nodded, considering it. “What do you want to do?” she asked, pulling away briefly to make herself a cup of coffee. She missed the way Billie immediately pouted at the loss of her touch. Once her drink was ready, Y/n returned to her girlfriend’s side, taking Billie’s hand in hers and tracing slow, soothing circles on her knuckles.
“Finneas says he’ll still be okay to play, so that’s not the issue,” Billie admitted. “But I would really like someone to sing with me. It gives the song more depth, y’know? Makes it feel… fuller.”
Y/n took a thoughtful sip of her coffee. “That makes sense. Is there anyone you can call? I mean, you still have one more rehearsal—you could try it out with someone and see how it feels.”
Billie fell silent, deep in thought. A few moments later, a small smile tugged at her lips as she turned to face Y/n again.
“Baby,” she started sweetly. “You know I love you, right?”
Y/n narrowed her eyes, immediately suspicious. “Of course I know… Why?”
Billie hesitated, her blue eyes wide and pleading. “Well… You obviously know the lyrics to the song…”
Y/n’s stomach dropped. “…Yeah?”
“You’ve been to every rehearsal, so you know exactly where Finneas comes in…”
“Billie…”
“And even if you don’t believe it, you do have an amazing voice…”
Y/n’s eyes widened. “I do not like where this is going.”
Billie pressed her lips together before finally blurting it out. “Sooo… Maybe… Remember that I love you so, so much… but maybe you could—I don’t know—sing with me tonight?” She whispered the last part, voice pitching higher as she looked at Y/n with the most hopeful expression imaginable.
Y/n stared at her. “Babe. That is crazy.” She set her coffee down, heart rate already spiking. “I have never sung in front of anyone—barely anyone. And you want me to do it at the Grammys? In front of actual singers? I cannot do that. I’m not prepared. We’ve never even sung your song together—it might not even work!”
Panic was creeping into her voice now, but she also refused to meet Billie’s gaze. She knew that if she looked into those big, ocean-blue eyes, she’d be done for.
Billie took both of Y/n’s hands in hers. “Love, I trust you. I know you can do it. And, like you said, we still have one more rehearsal. Just try it—for me? Please?”
Y/n groaned, running a hand down her face. She was losing this battle fast.
“I don’t know… Are you completely sure you wouldn’t be better off on your own?” she tried one last time.
Billie shook her head, voice unwavering. “I’ll never be better than when I’m with you.”
Y/n exhaled sharply, already knowing she’d caved. Billie could ask her for the moon, and she’d find a way to bring it to her.
“I hate that I love you so much,” she grumbled. “You better make it up to me later.”
Billie smirked, immediately tugging Y/n closer by the hem of the sweatshirt, pulling her between her legs. One hand found its way to Y/n’s waist, the other tilting her chin up until their lips were just inches apart.
“Oh, you bet I will,” Billie murmured before capturing Y/n’s lips in a slow, deep kiss—soft, yet full of passion.
—
Much to Y/n’s dismay, the rehearsal went way too smoothly. Her voice blended perfectly with Billie’s, something she had no choice but to admit. And despite the nerves that had plagued her all morning, she found herself feeling… a little more confident, comforted by the presence of the siblings—Finneas strumming the guitar beside her, Billie performing so effortlessly that it almost felt natural to join in. Her girlfriend hadn’t stopped showering her with compliments, making sure she knew just how amazing she was.
Now, as they got ready for the night, their hotel room was packed with stylists, makeup artists, and assistants bustling around to make sure they looked their best. Clothes were everywhere—red carpet looks, performance outfits, even afterparty choices. It was overwhelming, but Y/n took it all in stride. She’d do anything for Billie, and she’d do it a hundred times over.
“Baby?”
Y/n snapped out of her thoughts at the sound of Billie’s voice. She hummed in acknowledgment, letting her know she was listening.
“I was thinking… Since you’ll be on stage with me tonight, maybe you could also join me on the red carpet?” Billie hesitated before continuing, her voice softer. “I know we weren’t planning to confirm our relationship, but I kinda want to… I want to hold your hand and kiss you without worrying about the cameras.”
Y/n smiled, warmth blooming in her chest. “I think today’s perfect,” she agreed. “Besides, bringing me as your plus one would’ve already been suspicious. Not that we’re very discreet anyway. People really don’t believe our ‘we’re just friends’ speech anymore.”
They both laughed, knowing she was right. They had never officially confirmed anything, but they had never exactly hidden it either. They were private—but that didn’t mean they had to pretend.
—
Y/n had no idea how Billie remained so composed throughout the entire evening. Just walking the red carpet had her stressing, but she thought she’d done pretty well—posing for pictures, both together and separately, sneaking fond glances at Billie when the singer wasn’t looking.
She had met so many artists she admired, with Billie proudly introducing her to people like Sabrina Carpenter and Chappell Roan, all while Y/n tried very hard not to freak out. But no matter how nerve-wracking it was, the steady presence of Billie’s hand on her back kept her grounded. The singer made sure she was okay at all times—whether by asking directly, squeezing her hand, or simply locking eyes from across the room.
But now, as they stood backstage, changed into their performance outfits, Y/n’s nerves returned—stronger than ever.
She tried to hide it, not wanting to add to Billie’s stress, but of course her girlfriend saw right through her.
A few minutes before stepping on stage, Billie pulled her into a hug, making her look at her.
“You’re going to do great, baby. I know it. Just like in rehearsals.”
“Yeah… except this time, real singers will be watching.”
Billie smirked. “And? I’ll be there. Finneas will be there. If it gets too overwhelming, just look at me, alright?”
Y/n exhaled shakily but nodded. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
They shared a soft kiss before someone from production signaled that it was time.
Taking a deep breath, Y/n stepped behind the microphone. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest, but then—Finneas placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. They exchanged a small smile, just as the lights dimmed.
Only for Billie to start… talking?
“Hi, guys!” Her voice echoed through the venue, casual and warm. “Normally, we don’t introduce our songs because we’re short on time, but luckily, they gave me a pass tonight.” She chuckled, the crowd responding with cheers. “This morning, we woke up to some sad news—my brother lost his voice. And, as you know, his harmonies are super important to this song. So, we had to find a solution.”
She turned slightly, glancing at Y/n with a teasing sparkle in her eyes.
“Finneas is still going to play, obviously, but tonight, someone very special to me will be singing his part.” She paused before adding, “She’s a little nervous, so if you know the song—please, help us sing. Here’s ‘Birds of a Feather’ with Finneas and Y/n!”
And just like that—it began.
At first, Y/n could barely hear herself over the sound of her own heartbeat, but as the song progressed, she found herself feeling it. The music, the moment, the presence of Billie right next to her. Every now and then, Billie would glance over, locking eyes and smiling, silently reminding her that she was right where she needed to be.
Before she knew it, it was over.
As the final note rang through the venue and the applause roared around them, Y/n barely had time to process it before Billie wrapped her in a tight hug.
“I knew you could do it! You were amazing, baby!” Billie gushed, cupping Y/n’s face and pressing quick kisses all over it.
“Says you!” Y/n laughed breathlessly. “You were born for this, my love. Thank you for trusting me.”
“I always will,” Billie murmured. “I love you so much, Y/n.”
“I love you too.”
They kissed like there was no one else around them—before finally heading back to their seats. But not before Y/n insisted on changing back into her dress, claiming she didn’t want to spend the rest of the night in a t-shirt.
Of course, Billie mocked her for it. “Nothing’s better than a t-shirt, babe.”
They continued watching the show, Billie leaning over at one point as the stage was being set for Sabrina Carpenter’s performance.
With a mischievous smirk, she whispered into Y/n’s ear, “You do know the next step is for you to sing with me on tour, right? And not just the harmonies.”
Y/n turned to her, eyes wide. “You’re kidding.”
Billie just grinned, bursting into laughter at her reaction. And, despite herself, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh too.
She shook her head, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Billie’s lips. “I was going to refuse, but… you do know all you have to do is ask.”
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First Family Snow Day
Auston Matthews x reader 。・:*˚:✧。
Word count: 1408
Hockey Masterlist
It was one of those perfect winter mornings in Toronto. The kind where the snowflakes fell gently from the sky, coating the ground with a soft, white blanket. Inside your cozy home, the fire crackled in the hearth, the warmth contrasting beautifully with the chill outside. You were sipping your coffee, glancing at your daughter Chloe as she giggled from her playpen, shaking a rattle in her little hands.
Auston was in the kitchen, prepping breakfast. His usual morning routine was filled with an odd mix of focus and absent-mindedness. You loved it.
“Hey, babe,” you called out to him, eyes flicking to Chloe as she started to crawl toward you.
“Mhm?” Auston answered, stirring something in the pan. He was still in his sweatpants, hair messy as usual, but you found it endearing.
You set down your mug and walked over to Chloe, scooping her up in your arms as she made little baby noises, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement. “What do you think about taking Chloe out in the snow for the first time?” you suggested, a smile tugging at your lips.
Auston froze, his spatula halting mid-air. “Wait… what?”
You chuckled at his wide-eyed expression. “I mean, she’s never played in the snow before. And it’s a perfect day for it—look how much is falling! We can bundle her up in her snowsuit and go make snow angels or something.”
“Uh… I don’t know.” Auston’s tone was cautious, his brow furrowing slightly. “She’s still so little, what if she gets cold? Or worse, what if she eats the snow?”
You laughed at the image of Chloe scooping up a handful of snow and sticking it in her mouth. “She’s not going to eat the snow, Auston.”
He let out a nervous laugh. “But what if she does?”
“You’re such a worrywart,” you teased, but you could see the genuine concern in his eyes. Auston was, in every sense of the word, a protective father. And you loved him for it. “She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure she’s warm, and we’ll be outside for like… twenty minutes, tops. It’ll be cute. Trust me.”
Auston glanced at Chloe, who was now trying to grab at his pant leg, her tiny hands reaching up to him. “I don’t know. I’m just not sure she’s ready for the snow… or the cold. It’s pretty cold out there.”
You laughed again and pulled him into a playful hug from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You’re such a softie. She’s tougher than you think. Besides, I know how much you love snow. I’m sure you’ll have just as much fun as she will.”
He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair, and glanced out the window. He looked back at you with a defeated look. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I’m staying with her the whole time. No way I’m letting her out of my sight.”
“Deal,” you agreed, laughing as you let go of him. “You’ll have a blast. I promise.”
Auston stood by the door, holding a bundled-up Chloe in his arms like she was a fragile porcelain doll. The snowsuit you’d found for her was absurdly puffy, making her look like a tiny marshmallow. Auston’s jacket was zipped up to his chin, and he wore a face that screamed “I have no idea what I’m doing.”
You giggled at the sight of him, already in full protective dad mode. “You look like you’re about to go play goalie, not take Chloe out in the snow.”
“Hey, I’m just being careful,” he muttered, his eyes scanning the front yard. “It’s really cold out here.”
You slipped your boots on and grabbed your own coat. “It’s not that bad. You should feel it when we’re actually out on the rink. This is nothing.”
You opened the door and a gust of cold air hit your face, but you didn’t mind. Chloe blinked at the world outside with wide, curious eyes. Auston took one careful step onto the porch, shifting Chloe slightly as if she might fall apart at any second.
You laughed, walking past him. “Come on, Auston, you’re acting like you’ve never been outside in the snow before.”
He followed you hesitantly, keeping Chloe close. “I’ve been outside in the snow. But she hasn’t. And she’s my baby. I need to protect her.”
You bent down and scooped up some snow, forming a tiny snowball in your hand. “Watch this.” With a quick motion, you tossed the snowball gently at Auston’s chest, hitting him with a soft “thud.”
“Hey!” he grinned, clearly more relaxed. “That was supposed to be for Chloe!”
You giggled. “She’s not old enough to throw snowballs yet, but I’m sure she’ll be able to defend herself soon enough.”
Auston laughed, the tension lifting off his shoulders. He lowered Chloe carefully to the ground, keeping one hand on her at all times. Chloe let out a surprised giggle, her tiny hands reaching out to touch the snow for the first time.
“Oh my God, she’s so cute,” Auston said softly, his eyes filled with warmth.
You couldn’t help but agree. Chloe, in her puffy snowsuit, was the epitome of adorable as she bent down and clumsily touched the snow, her little face scrunching up as she felt the cold for the first time.
She looked at both of you like she was waiting for some sort of approval, and then, out of nowhere, she let out a big squeal of laughter.
Auston’s face lit up, and you watched as he knelt down beside her, guiding her hand to make a tiny snowball. “Here, Chlo, you just do this…” he said, showing her how to pack the snow.
You caught the moment on your phone, the soft snowflakes drifting down around them as Auston patiently demonstrated the art of snowball-making to a one-year-old. “She’s going to be a hockey player for sure,” you teased, your heart swelling at the sight of them.
Auston shot you a look. “Not if she decides to play in the NHL and do ballet. She’s going to be multi-talented.”
You laughed. “That’s a lot of pressure for a one-year-old.”
“Well, I’m just saying,” Auston smirked, standing up and brushing the snow off his pants, “she’s got my genes. She’s going to be amazing.”
“Your genes?” you snorted. “Right. The genes that had you tripping over your own feet at eight years old?”
Auston glared at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “I was learning. I wasn’t tripping. I was… testing gravity.”
“Uh-huh. Sure,” you teased. “I’m sure gravity wasn’t testing you right back.”
Auston laughed, but his focus quickly shifted back to Chloe, who had, of course, tried to eat the snow.
“No, no, sweetie,” he said gently, pulling the snow out of her mouth with a wince. “Yucky. You don’t eat that.”
You chuckled. “See? You were worried about that.”
“I knew it was going to happen,” Auston replied, shaking his head as Chloe giggled, clearly amused by her father’s frantic concern.
After a few more moments of playing in the snow, Chloe started to shiver slightly, and you quickly scooped her up, heading back inside. Auston followed you, his expression still a little worried.
“Do you think she’s okay?” he asked, reaching to take Chloe from your arms as you kicked off your boots.
“She’s fine, Auston. She had a blast out there. We’re going to warm her up with some hot chocolate.”
“Hot chocolate, huh?” he grinned. “I’ll admit, that sounds pretty good right now.”
You put Chloe down on the couch and wrapped her in a cozy blanket. “I’ve got marshmallows, too. The real treat.”
“Now we’re talking.” Auston plopped down next to you, pulling Chloe into his lap and kissing the top of her head. “Maybe snow days aren’t so bad after all.”
You smiled, watching him and Chloe together, the snow still falling softly outside. “Yeah, maybe not. But you’re still the softest dad I know.”
He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, I’m tough. I just care about my baby.”
“I know, Auston,” you grinned. “And she’s lucky to have you.”
And as you sat there with your little family, sipping your hot chocolate and watching the snowfall, you couldn’t help but feel like you were living the sweetest moments of your life.
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SNEAKY LINK
Summary: After having a one night stand with each other Kiyana and Jey decided to become sneaky links until she grew attached to him will he be able to feel the same as her?
smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.
Jey Uso x Kiyana
word count: 4620
AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.
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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.
I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios
But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽♀️
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"This was just a one time thing we were both drunk and out of our minds,"
"I have something goin' on with someone else but we are on and off,"
"Now you're attached to me due to me taking your virginity,"
KIYANA The clock was nearing eleven in the morning, with sunlight streaming through the curtains and birds singing cheerfully outside. I awoke to a throbbing headache that left me feeling quite irritable. As I reached for my phone, I noticed messages from Nathan and Liv. My photoshoot wasn’t scheduled to begin until one-thirty, so I knew I needed to arrive early.
I got out of bed, suddenly aware that I was only half-dressed. As I turned around, I spotted Jey peacefully sleeping beside me, and my thoughts began to race—I had given my virginity to this man just last night.
I aimed to stay calm, so I quickly picked up the clothes I wore the night before and headed into the bathroom for a swift shower. I locked the door behind me, ensuring he couldn't enter and scrutinize me from my feet to my face.
What the fuck I was thinking? Sleeping with a man that I barely know.
This was meant to be a fleeting encounter, a simple one-night stand, and I had no intention of getting emotionally involved, right? My mother had always cautioned me about the risks of forming attachments after sharing such an intimate experience. I let out a deep sigh, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.
I need to concentrate on my photoshoot today and prepare for the fashion show this weekend. I feel incredibly nervous about walking alongside all the other women, but I can’t help but think how proud my mother would be of me.
As I turned on the cold water to wash my face, I stepped into the shower, leaning against the counter to gather my thoughts. The events of last night swirled in my mind—I had gotten drunk, ended up at his hotel, and lost my virginity. I desperately hoped he could shed some light on what had happened.
Upon finishing my shower, I unlocked the bathroom door and found Jey sitting there, engrossed in his phone. It looked like he was busy texting someone, but that was his affair, not mine. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I could feel his gaze fixed on me, observing my every action.
"Good morning mama," Jey said.
"Good morning," I said while fixing my hair in the mirror.
"So about last night it was a one time thing," His words piqued my interest, prompting me to turn and face him.
"I gave you something so precious, and now you’re treating it like it was just a fleeting moment?" I anticipated this reaction, feeling the tension rise as I crossed my arms defensively.
"I knew this was going to happen you finna start catching feelings for me when I'm dealing with someone already, we were drunk and out of our minds" I just rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not going to catch feelings for you besides it was a one-time thing and it'll never happen again," I said as I turned my back on him not wanting to discuss the matter anymore.
I felt his footsteps approaching from behind, and suddenly, his arms encircled my waist. He nestled his neck against my shoulders, and together we gazed into the mirror, our eyes locking in a shared moment of connection.
"Look me and shawty are on and off at the moment it's very toxic relationship," Jey said.
"What does that have to do with me?"
"It’s clear that I took something significant from you, and I understand how some women can react intensely to such situations." When he made that comment, I couldn’t help but give him a stern look; I really didn’t appreciate being lumped in with those women who behave that way.
Don't label me as one of those women; I'm not about to lose my mind over some guy, okay? I retorted, which made him laugh. "Are you really sure? Because last night, I had you running from me mama," he teased. I couldn't help but remember that night, and it brought a warm feeling to my heart.
But I had to be confident, "Yes, I'm sure so what's your point here Jey?" I asked.
"Well I was thinking how about we form an attachment with each other? Like we be each other's sneaky links and post each other on our close friends with no strings attached," I wasn't comfortable with the thought of being a secret connection for someone, particularly when they are close friends with my older brother, Cody.
It took me a moment to consider, but honestly, it might not be such a bad idea. We could lead our lives independently, away from the spotlight, and respect each other's privacy. "So, if we decide to go ahead with this, what guidelines should we establish?"
"The rules are simple princess, we fuck around, don't catch feelings for each other and if one of us do then the attachment is over with and we can live our lives separately," Jey explained as I nodded my head.
I found myself consenting to the attachment as I felt his lips brush against my neck before he stepped back—what am I getting into? Glancing at my phone, I saw it was twelve-thirty, so I instructed Jey to take me to work, promising to text Liv to bring my car.
༊*·˚ Upon arriving at work after Jey dropped me off, I entered the building and spotted Nathan and the team engaged in lively conversation. As soon as they noticed me, their faces lit up with smiles. I waved back at them, and that’s when Nathan approached me.
"Girl, I saw your post last night and you looked so stunning," Nathan said.
"Thank you sir, yeah I saw your comment on my post," I said while sitting down in the chair.
"I did see Jey Uso commented under your post too in there anything goin on between the two of you?" He asked I just chuckled at him knowing how nosey he could be.
I kept quiet about it because we were just having fun and going about our separate lives. But when Nathan caught on, he gasped and knelt down to my level, giving me a knowing look. "Spill the tea, girl," he urged. That’s when I opened up about everything that happened last night with Jey, including the moment I lost my virginity to him, and the fact that he’s best friends with my brother Cody.
"Girrrrl, you're in a mess right now. Especially with him being on and off with his girl seems pretty toxic," he said.
"Yeah, but that's none of my business. Enough talking about that stuff what's the plans for today and tonight?" I asked.
Nathan started outlining the agenda for today and tonight. With a double photoshoot scheduled for yet another magazine cover, I was well aware that fatigue would set in later. I listened attentively to his plans, nodding along, until my attention was captured by someone entering with a stunning bouquet of roses.
I received them along with a card attached, and as I reached for it, I began to read the message.
'I bought you some roses and some other things for you at the crib I ask Liv for your address so be surprised to see some things there, hope you have good day mama' Love, Jey.
I couldn't help but smile at the note he left me. Is he really buying me gifts already? I know I shouldn't let myself get carried away, thinking this could lead to something more when, in reality, we're just having fun.
"Ouuuu Lover Boy sent you some flowers," Nathan teased.
"What the fuck ever Nathan c'mon let's get started," I said as he nodded his head telling Kenna the makeup artist to come over to do my makeup.
I asked for a vase to keep the flowers fresh, appreciating his thoughtful gesture. That's when I noticed Liv had sent me a text.
IMESSAGE 💬 Liv🌸: Why tf did Jey ask me for your address? Yana💗: he bought me a bouquet of roses at work and some other stuff at my house apparently Liv🌸: ouuu girl Mr Fatu spoiling the model Kiyana that kitty kat must got him hooked Yana💗: whatever it's not that serious anyways Liv🌸: wym? Yana💗: we are just fucking around he's dealing with somebody right now, he told me they're on and off atm 🙄 Liv🌸: that girl Jaida? Yana💗: that's her name? Liv🌸: yeah they been in a on and off relationship for a minute they're toxic as hell girl let me tell you Yana💗: I agree to this stupid attachment we have going on we are going to be each other's sneaky links but live our lives separately Liv🌸: what? Ouuu girl please be careful I don't want to beat somebody ass over you Yana💗: I'll be fine bestie don't worry imma just focus on myself and this fashion show this weekend Liv🌸: period as you should do you want me to drop off your car I'll just get a uber home? Yana💗: yeah that would be nice Liv🌸: kk girly I'll let you go then love you Yana💗: love you too.
I placed my phone down on the countertop while getting my hair and makeup done all I could think about was last night and how big his dick was it just stunned me a man like him packing all of that around.
I found myself intrigued, pondering what other surprises he might have in store for me. It baffled me why he would purchase gifts for me when our connection wasn't as deep as his with Jaida. The situation felt confusing, so I decided to set those thoughts aside and focus on my own worries and career instead.
During my photoshoot, I embraced the camera's flash as I struck various poses, particularly on the floor in my heels. This created the captivating illusion of me sitting in mid-air. As I was immersed in the moment, Nathan approached closely to capture a perfect shot of my face.
As I struck more poses for the camera, Nathan showered me with compliments that I truly cherished. His words made the experience even more enjoyable. Eventually, we paused our photo session, and Nathan approached me, excited to share the stunning shots he had captured. I was thrilled with the results! After browsing through the images, I selected my top two favorites before making my way back to the makeup chair.
I was just about to take action when I heard someone calling my name. Turning around, I spotted Liv approaching, and a smile instantly spread across my face at the sight of her.
As we embraced, she passed me my car keys. "You look amazing, but I have to run; my Uber just arrived. I'll text you later," Liv said, and I nodded, making my way to my makeup chair.
I settled into the chair, pulled out my phone, and started scrolling through my social media. Excitedly, I began sharing the pictures I had just captured.
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I observed that Jey's twin brother made a remark regarding the situation between me and his brother—talk about being overly curious! However, it didn't really faze me. I certainly didn't want to get tangled up in the drama surrounding his issues with Jaida right now. To be honest, I received a message from none other than Mr. Fatu himself.
IMESSAGE 💬 Big Papa😩: Hey mama Yana💗: What's up Jey Big Papa😩: damn no nicknames for me or nun? Yana💗: 🤨 we aren't in a relationship?? I mean I'm fine with you calling me nicknames Big Papa😩: aight aight you right but I had seen what you posted on your page and damn Yana💗: what? Big Papa😩: make me wanna come see yo' pretty ass at work Yana💗: whatever happened to living our lives separately? Big Papa😩: I can come see you later at yo' crib Yana💗: if I'm up because imma be hella busy today and tonight Big Papa😩: don't matter imma still pull up Yana💗: mhm whatever 🙄😭 Big Papa😩: you got jokes huh? Yana💗: hm wonder where I got them from 🤷🏽♀️ Big Papa😩: aight you'll be saying that now but when I come and bend that ass over ion wanna hear none of that Yana💗: blah blah blah Big Papa😩: you funny Mama but did you like the roses? Yana💗: ofccc I did they were pretty too thank you honestly Big Papa😩: ofc mama well imma let you go I'll see you later tonight? Yana💗: yeah Jey Big Papa😩: aight mama Yana💗: bye Jey
I had no idea what I was stepping into tonight with him, but I really hope it’s nothing too wild.
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JEY While my twin brother and I were at the gym, we were engaged in our usual workout routine. I was lying on the bench, and Jimmy was there to spot me as I started my bench press sets. In the midst of my sets, I heard Jimmy asking me a question.
"So what's goin' on with you and Kiyana?" Jimmy asked.
"Nothing isn't going on between me and her Uce," I said knowing how nosey my brother is he gave me that look as I rolled my eyes at him.
"We got something goin' on right now being each other's sneaky links after I fucked her last night did you know she was a virgin?" His face went into shock hearing that coming from my mouth.
"Dawg, you serious? You took her virginity? She's going to be crazy for real," I chuckled at him while placing the weight back on the mental bar that holds it together before sitting up.
"According to her she's not like them women who become crazy after taking their virginity," I said while drinking my bottle of water.
As he spoke, he casually mentioned, "You know that's Cody's little sister?" His words caught me off guard, and I could feel my expression shift in surprise. Kiyana was Cody's sister? Panic set in—what if he discovers what’s been happening between us? Why hadn’t she mentioned that her brother was my best friend?
"You're fucking with me right?" Jimmy shook his head folding his arms, "Nah, I'm not fucking with you that's his little sister you are messing around with right now are you doing this because you and Jaida are goin through it?" He asked.
"Nah, I'm not Kiyana know what it is with this attachment we have right now. And Jaida that's my little fling," I responded back while grabbing some dumbbells.
"But you're buying Kiyana things like she's your girl, you don't find that weird?" I shot him a glance that clearly said to back off and focus on his own routine, even as he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender while we continued our workout side by side.
Purchasing gifts for Kiyana felt completely natural; she has that vibe of someone who enjoys being pampered, and that's exactly my intention—to indulge her. I just hope she doesn't misinterpret my generosity as romantic interest, especially since my heart is already with Jaida.
Despite the challenges we were facing, my feelings for her remained strong; she was my everything. Kiyana is undeniably beautiful, and I appreciate that, but what transpired between us was merely a fleeting encounter. I believe in mutual feelings and don’t want our connection to feel unbalanced.
I learned that she secured tickets for us to her fashion show happening down the walkway this weekend. I was eager to see her in action, and it was clear that her best friend was incredibly supportive of her. Kiyana's passion for her career shines through, and her love for what she does is evident, especially in those stunning pictures she posted recently. They truly captivated me and made it hard to look away.
That's when I heard Jimmy say something again on the matter, "Aye man I'm just saying be careful dawg," he said.
" I can handle Kiyana and Jaida," I shot back hearing a chuckle coming from his lips. "Plus Kiyana is worried about her career she ain't worried about me," or so I thought.
After working out I had gotten a text from Jaida saying some crazy shit which made me sigh deeply.
IMESSAGE 💬 Babygirl💋: Who is this bitch yanasworld and why are you commenting on her post? Jey🖤: Why tf are you stalking my page? Babygirl💋: I ask you a question first nigga who tf is she? Jey🖤: She's just a friend baby I promise I can support my friend? Babygirl💋: well a friend don't comment sus ass shit on their friends page so you better chill out with that Jey🖤: aight baby but don't be stalking my fucking page Babygirl💋: I'm sorry baby you know I gotta be sure I'm the only one you wanna be with for real Jey🖤: you know that babygirl Babygirl💋: okay daddy I had it be sure are you busy tonight? Jey🖤: yeah I was going to hang out with the guys Babygirl💋: okay daddy when am I going to see you? Jey🖤: this weekend aight? Babygirl💋: good I get to see you Jey🖤: me too baby but I gotta go aight? Babygirl💋: okay bye daddy Jey🖤: bye baby.
Hearing her call me Daddy made me feel uncomfortable; it just didn’t sit well with me. In contrast, Kiyana had a soft-spoken demeanor, and her gentle voice was incredibly alluring. Every time she spoke, it ignited a spark within me.
I told Jaida I was hanging out with the guys tonight, but the truth is I'm actually going to be with Kiyana. I plan to spend quality time with Jaida this weekend before Kiyana's fashion show.
Like I said me and Kiyana were sneaky links nothing more that's all.
"You're a damn fool and a player Uce, you gonna end up hurting Kiyana she seems really sweet and chill as fuck, she don't need to be apart of that drama," Jimmy said.
"How? When we don't have no feelings for each other?" I questioned him.
"You don't know what she could be thinking right now she'll tell you she's fine and then run off and tell Liv what's she actually feeling I'm just saying don't hurt her dawg, you know how over protective Cody is," he said.
I hadn't considered it from that perspective before. Perhaps I should reach out to Liv to understand Kiyana's true feelings about everything. This way, I can avoid the burden of feeling guilty for potentially hurting her.
"Look, I'll talk to Liv about it," I said.
"Like she would tell you anything uce," I rolled my eyes at him.
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KIYANA After finishing my beach photoshoot tonight, I could feel the chill creeping into my feet and body while wearing that stunning golden sliver dress. As I lifted my dress to navigate away from the sand, I made my way toward the grassy area, seeking warmth and comfort.
As I slipped out of the dress, the crew assisted me, ensuring a smooth transition. I quickly changed into my previous outfit while simultaneously fixing my hair. In the midst of it all, I made sure to collect all my belongings, including my keys.
As I said my farewells to everyone, expressing my gratitude for their dedication, I climbed into my car. After inserting the keys and pressing the ignition button, I noticed a text from Jey, likely inquiring about my whereabouts. To set the mood, I turned on some tunes from my Apple Music playlist as I drove home.
I have to admit, I might have a little crush on him, but I plan to keep it to myself. The only person I’ll confide in about my true feelings regarding this whole sneaky link situation is Liv.
I was hesitant to entertain the idea of falling for a man entangled in a tumultuous on-and-off relationship with someone who seemed like a source of chaos. I simply couldn't afford to invite that kind of drama into my life at this moment.
I was hesitant to get caught up in a situation that would only leave me wanting more—something I've longed for: to have someone truly love me, to shower me with affection, and to share countless experiences together. Perhaps I had developed feelings for him, but I refuse to acknowledge that. Right now, my priority must be my career.
As I arrived home, I noticed his car parked in the driveway, likely waiting for my return. I slid my vehicle next to his, but he wasn't inside. After turning off the engine, I grabbed my keys and reached for my purse from the back seat.
He sat on my porch, absorbed in his phone, but looked up as I approached, my purse slung casually over my shoulder.
"Took you long enough mama," He said as I chuckled at him.
"C'mon boy so we can get inside of the house I'm cold," I said walking up towards the door jiggling my keys around for the house key.
I sensed his presence close behind me as he gently pushed my hair aside, planting a warm, lingering kiss on my neck that sent delightful shivers racing down my spine. In that moment, I turned the key and opened the door, caught in the thrill of the unexpected.
As we entered the house, I noticed him glancing around, taking in the surroundings. I slipped off my shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack before making my way upstairs to my bedroom, with him trailing closely behind me.
As I stepped through the door, I made my way to the bed, sinking into the luxurious, cool sheets. A wave of relief washed over me, reminding me of the comfort of being home.
"I like yo' bedroom mama it's cute,"
"Thank you I got all of the decorations myself suits my aesthetic you know," I replied while sitting up on the bed.
He peeled off his shirt, revealing a beautifully inked body that exuded both strength and fragility. As he approached, he positioned himself between my legs, our faces mere inches apart, creating an electric tension in the air.
He planted a soft kiss on my lips as I responded to it feeling his hand slithering down my skirt began rubbing my folds before sticking two fingers inside of me making me jolt at his touch.
"J-Jey...Wait.." I moaned softly as he kissed me again.
"Your body know what she wants mama just give it to me I'll take good care of you princess," he whispered in my ear his voice was so deep and deadly with a sharp knife could cut through it.
We had a long nasty make out session as he continued to finger fuck me this man will be the death of me, my body failed me letting him take control of me as I laid down on my back having my legs spread apart for him and only him.
Our lips never left each other tugging on his brownish mullet yearning for more—are you a fucking idiot Kiyana? His fingers were hitting my g-spot so well all I could do was moan in his ear only for him to hear.
"Fuckkk Jey fuckk," I was losing myself at this point feeling his finger curled up inside of me pumping them deeper.
"Mhm, imma make yo' ass squirt tonight see how hooked you'll be afterwards," he muttered which threw me off what did he mean by that?
He seemed to be projecting that cliché notion onto me about being obsessed with a guy. That's not who I am at all. I'm simply a woman who found herself entangled in a complicated situation with a man who happens to be my brother's best friend.
But that didn't matter as I had my eyes rolling in my back of my head feeling that deep pit inside of my stomach creeping up on me again it felt like I had to piss myself.
Jey pumped his fingers faster hitting my g-spot causing me to grip onto the sheets tightly removing my lips from his gazing into his eyes while he watched me crumble underneath him. "Yeah, look at me when you about to squirt mama I can feel it coming, cute ass," the way he was talking me through just ignite something in me.
That's when my body went into shock never leaving his gaze, "fuckkkk oh my g-god...f-fuckk," I cried out as I felt my juices flowing out of me feeling tears streaming down my cheeks while my breathing was uneasy.
"Such a good girl for me, look at you making a mess for daddy all over the sheets," Jey praised me while placing a soft kiss on my temple.
He pulled his fingers out from me while removing his shorts that he had on seeing his big dick yet again leaving me stunned, he pulled me on the edge of the bed pulling up my shirt to expose my breast.
"What's my name mama?" He asked.
"J-Jey..." I managed to breathe out until I earned a slap on the thigh causing me to whine. "The other one I wanna hear yo' cute ass call me daddy,"
He pushed himself inside of me this time without a condom which was weird at first but I didn't care, I gasped for air feeling my legs shaking beneath him.
"D-daddy...shit...t-too big..." I earned a chuckle from him.
"You gon' be a good girl for me and take this big dick like a champ you hear me?" I nodded my head as he began slamming deep inside of my walls.
This was going to be a long night for us.
Sneaky Link
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americannightmarecody replied to your close friends: Kiyana is that my best friend Jey? biancabelairwwe replied to your close friend: ooop girl I didn't see nun 😭😭 yaonlylivonce replied to your close friends: girrrrl them flowers though trinity_fatu replied to your close friends: BITCH IS THAT MOOKIE?
jonathanfatu replied to your close friends: dawg I hope Jaida ain't in yo' close friends samizayn replied to your close friends: who is this Jey? romanreigns replied to your close friends: this ain't Jaida who's this? americannightmarecody replied to your close friends: uce what's going on between you and my sister? trinity_fatu replied to your close friends: I can smell some drama coming MontezFordWWE replied to your close friends: new shawty???
A/n: Jimmy is tryna tell Jey not to hurt Kiyana with all of this since Kiyana is the type that just stay in her lane and mind her business and not deal with the drama but this might change when she's really trying to focus on her career.
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“Mine”
Aus!Benny Fem!Reader
This is my first fanfic, so it may be bad. I got the idea for it from another fanfic I read a while back. I also wrote this in Character AI so I could just copy and paste it here.
There’s no exact plot, by the way.
Light smut - pregnant kink - unprotected p in v - not detailed smut - romance(?)
Proofreader: myself ✨
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You knew who the Vandals were. You always watched them safely through your window as their bikes roared down the street, each passing one by one. But one particular one caught your eye.
Benny. He seemed like one of the only ones who was free for the taking. And it was even better when he moved in next door to you. You had prepared him a welcome basket, being delusional and thinking he’d fall in love with you over it. But he didn’t.
The next day, you wore more revealing clothes, trying to get his attention. It was summer so he didn’t notice. He was starting to irritate you.
For a whole month in a row you wore revealing clothes, trying to get his attention. Nothing worked. But you liked a slow burn.
Now as you sat with him in his house as the two of you watched a movie, which he’d invited you to watch, you crossed your legs. Trying to get him to notice the way your skirt rode up just enough to expose your thighs.
He was close enough to kiss you, no doubt. But he didn’t. Instead, he got up and got the two of you some more popcorn. You glanced down at your body once he was fully out of the room.
You were thinking maybe something was wrong about it. Maybe he just didn’t like petite girls like you. But that couldn’t be the case. You’d seen him admire other petite girls. Then again, they had those small rib cages and shoulders that girls were expected to have. You didn’t have that. You always looked at those girls and envied them. You always thought ‘why do they get that good of genetics?’.
You’d worked out countless times, trying to look like them. It never worked. Priscilla Presley was trending, as she was seen with Elvis. She was pretty much every guy’s dream girl. So was Twiggy. Priscilla looked like she’d just come out of a fairytale. Petite figure, perfect hair, perfect body, perfect everything. You’d tried copying her fashion since a lot of other girls did. You had felt cute that day. You felt good about it at first but when you looked at the Polaroid picture of her you had on your mirror to make sure you got the look right.. your mood dropped. She looked better in it. Prettier. Like a goddess. And well.. maybe a guy would only call you cute for it.
You’d waxed right before you came over here. Waxing was starting to trend, since it was easier (albeit more painful) than shaving. You’d held back tears when you waxed your lower lady bits but it was worth it. You wanted Benny to want you.
But it wasn’t working. Now as he came back in the room with freshly made (and freshly buttered) popcorn, your heart ached. Doubt filled your mind. Why didn’t he like you?, the question echoed through your mind.
But an hour later, something happened. He ended up kissing you. A kissing scene came on (since sex wasn’t allowed in films back then) and it turned Benny on.
So you and him ended up making love. It was so passionate.. so romantic. He’d murmured how he wanted you so bad, how he was going to marry you, all that. But the next morning.. your self doubt set in again.
He was a biker, you told yourself. Maybe he was just playing with you.
But he wasn’t.
It was a Saturday morning, Benny had wanted to watch the sunrise with you. But what you didn’t expect was that he’d propose.
Thats how you ended up here. Making out with him in his kitchen. He picked you up and set you on the counter as he spoke, his voice husky and low.
“Baby, I’m serious ‘bout marryin’ ya.” he murmured in between kisses.
“I’m gonna marry you, and we’ll have babies- oh lots of babies. You’ll always be pregnant. Mmm..”
So he ended up making love to you on his counter, conceiving you twos’ first child.
When you told him he was going to get you pregnant he smirked and murmured in your ear.
“That’s what I’m trying to do.”
So he did.
Now, you were two months pregnant. He smirked as you told him you were pregnant.
“Good. Now everyone can know you’re mine.”
He ran his hands over your child-filled stomach, kissing you deeply. He then murmured in your ear.
“Everyone will know you’re mine.”
He then lightly kissed your neck before he spoke again, his tone possessive, sending chills and excitement through your body.
“MINE.”
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Coconut scented ꩜ .ᐟ (part 2)
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Chishiya Shuntaro x reader
Word counts: 1.2k
Summary: Reader was a hairdresser back in the normal world, when she met Chishiya, she was determined to take care of his hair.
Warning: The second part of this series. It’s a whole lot of fluff, just declaring Chishiya’s feelings for you. I used different colors to distinguish each character’s words.
Writer's note: English is not my first language so i'm extremely sorry if my grammar is not correct, feel free to correct me, thank you and enjoy 🫶
It's not wrong to say that Chishiya slightly regrets not stopping Kuina from instilling confidence in you, because the way that you’re walking around in that tiny bikini is driving him crazy. Luckily for him, that doesn’t happen too often, you still want to protect yourself from crazy perverts – like Niragi, to be exact. But the thing is, it's not just the fact that you're wearing a bikini that distracts him, it’s everything that you do. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed, but now, every word, action, and smile of yours makes his heart flutter. He can’t help the feeling of wanting to get closer to you.
But what drives him even crazier is the fact that he had never felt these feelings before with any other woman, so why you? Even though in the back of his mind, he knew that he was falling in love, because that is how love is, you can’t control it, nor you can control who you fall in love with. But he just can’t bring himself to accept it. He’s in denial that the cold hearted Chishiya is developing feelings, he didn’t want to feel attached to anyone, especially in the Borderlands – where anyone could die tomorrow. Although that man is overly confident in his intelligence, he suddenly became stupid in love.
He had tried to stay away from you, but never succeeded. Occasionally, he still lets you take care of his hair, and he would always console himself with the fact that he only does it because you’re really good at your job (not because he actually loves the way you touch him).
And now, you’ve gained a new hobby, which is practicing makeup on Kuina. Every night you two would leave him behind and hide in the room to have your own fun, doing makeovers and putting up fashion shows with the variety of clean bikinis that you found. The truth is, the two of you did invite him, you said something about how makeup would suit him really well, but he pretended not to be interested, because he don’t think he could control himself if you get that close to him. Until one day, you both managed to lure him into being your judge for your little show. You and Kuina will compete to see who gives the other person the best makeover.
You are the first one to show off your skills, a few days ago you found a sailor hat along with a really cute sailor bikini laying around, it must be one of The Hatter’s kink (ew), but you decided to wash and keep it anyway because you know it’ll suit Kuina really well. You make her change into the bikini, then take off her pony tail and turn her dreads into low pig tails so you’ll be able to put the hat on her. For the make up, you gave her thick eyeliners with a blue under eye that matches her outfit, then you draw on a tiny anchor on her right cheek and finishes it off with a red lip. Damn, you’re so proud of your work, she is drop dead gorgeous, you’re for sure going to win this.
Next it was Kuina’s turn. Now some people might mistake her for an absent-minded person, but she is actually quite sharp. She knew that Chishiya has a big fat crush on you, and it’s so funny that someone as perceptive as you can't figure it out, cause come on, he makes it so obvious. So with this opportunity, she has decided to mess with him. And lucky for her, the day before she found a leopard print bikini in the unused pile, it was tiny - perfect.
Saving the best for last, she starts with your make up, deciding to give you smokey eyes with some freckles, brown lip liner and gloss. Then she tops it off with some chunky gold jewelry that she had collected around The Beach. For the hair, she just let you wear it down. Satisfied with her work, she thrusts the bikini into your hands and pushes you into the bathroom to change.
When you took a good look at the bikini, you were shocked at how small it was, so you called out to her – “Kuina, this is tiny!!! I can’t wear this!!!”
“If you don’t then you’ll just have to admit your defeat” - she challenged, knowing that you're a competitive person.
At first you were hesitant, but thinking that you could show off to Chishiya, you confidently stepped out, wanting to see what his reaction would be. And let me tell you, that man’s eyes almost fell out, jaw dropped to the floor. Damn, you have him in a chokehold, he’s so thankful he had agreed to this. He wishes that you could always dress like this, but then again, it’s not really a clever choice in this environment (and it’ll be a big distraction for him).
So without any hesitation, he chose Kuina as the winner, his reasoning was because he likes cat. That is such a stupid excuse, but he doesn’t give a fuck, you look good and he isn’t going to lie about that.
Kuina jumped for joy when she knew she won. But you were not buying it, you outfit was AMAZING, how could you lose??? “I want a rematch” - you said, with a displeased look.
“Chishiya, let me do your make up”
“What?”
You then walk over to him and push him down on the bed – “I’ll show you that you’ve made the wrong decision”. Without saying another word, you climb on top of him and strangle his body in between your legs, making him sit still.
Oh, this is going to be interesting.
He tries resist a little but is now pinned down by your body, he could clearly feel the way your skin was rubbing against him, making the blood rush straight to his …ahem… so he stops moving, afraid that if you push down any harder you’re going to be able to feel him.
He is now completely at your mercy.
So you pull out your make up bag again and begin your revenge. You decided to give him smokey eyes that matches yours and cat-eye eyeliner to enhance his sharp gaze. Then you put on some light contour and blush to make him look absolutely snatched. Finally, you finish off his look with a pink-ish gloss and accentuate his beauty mark. Done, you then give him the mirror so he can admire your work.
When he saw his reflection, his jaw dropped, even Kuina standing next to him was surprised. Damn, you have done a really good job, he has never looked so fabulous in his life, and he can’t even deny that he’s feeling himself. So with a nod from Kuina, he admitted that he made the wrong decision, you are the true winner.
As soon as that was said, you cheered in joy. You were celebrating your victory when you realized that you were still sitting on top of Chishiya, so you awkwardly cleared your throat and quickly moved away from him, but still continued to celebrate your victory, making him instantly miss your touch.
But when he saw how happy you were, the way you playfully teased Kuina and how your bubbly laughter instantly lit up the room, he knew. He knew that he couldn’t push back his feelings any longer, he’s long been lost in your eyes, captivated by your lips and lovely smile, never wanting to escape. He can feel himself painfully yearning for you, and he will willingly do anything, anything, to be able to call you his.
You have to belong to him.
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