#beyonce fanfic

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MAKE HER MINE

Pairing (Original Characters): Nasir Holmes (Lucky Daye) x Toni St. Cirie (Beyoncé Knowles-Carter)

One Shot Synopsis: 

model-turned-actress-turned-hotshot publicist, toni st. cirie, puts her career first over any man. but what happens when actor, nasir holmes, enters her life hoping to become her next beau?

Warnings: smut (18+), usage of the n-word (if you’re white and read it, you owe us $20), oral (female receiving), foot play – if we missed anything, let us know!

Co-writer: @bornysterdays

Word Count: 4.3k // Divider Template: @cafekitsune

Notes: The following characters are original creations.

There will be alternating POVs between our leads.

nasir holmes didn't know how he did it, but he landed a meeting with the toni st. cirie. yes, the supermodel turned successful actress turned public relations powerhouse, toni st. cirie. the blonde bombshell's career was admirable and inspiring, but nasir wasn't interested in any of that. he wanted to get to know toni on a personal level. the man had the biggest crush on her, but he was playing way out of his league.

someone like toni st. cirie was in the major leagues, while he spent his time in the minors. nasir holmes' acting career had just begun. he starred in a few blockbuster hits with smaller roles, came from the holmes family dynasty, and had a recurring spot on the hit show, messy, but that was it. that wasn't enough to impress someone like toni st. cirie.

nasir considered himself a good actor, but he already knew that winning toni st. cirie over would be the hardest audition in his life. everything he's read or heard about her said she was hard to impress, so all of his tricks needed to come out today especially because he worked so hard at meeting toni. he tried reaching out at award shows, but she was always busy with her clientele. he tried getting her number from mutual friends, but they were not risking their relationship with toni. hell, he even tried to use her email from her website, and that failed.

this was his last chance to steal toni’s heart and he planned it like a true heist. he called her company and let them know he was looking for a new publicist (he was not). nasir told them he only wanted a meeting with toni. it couldn’t be one of the publicists that worked for her. it had to be toni. any other man would have given up after the nos he’s heard, but not him. he was persistent. he didn’t give up until he got what he wanted, and that was her sitting across from him.

his friends told him he was crazy. insane even. all of this for one woman? but it wasn’t just any woman. it was toni fucking st. cirie. he took a sip from his wine glass as he waited for her. nasir never got nervous, but now? he was on edge. his leg bounced harder than the ball in a game of jacks as he waited for her.

he organized the meeting at fleming's. it was intimate but not intimidating. it was fancy but not too much. he wore a tan polo shirt with a few buttons open, a pair of black slacks, and some black dress shoes. his outfit was just enough.

nasir had been watching the door for so long that he started to get nervous she wouldn't show. but when she finally did, it felt like his heart stopped. he saw her photos, and watched her from a distance, but nothing could prepare him for seeing her up close. she was much more beautiful, and she had a glow that looked like the sun reflected off of her. he was in fucking trouble.

he stood up, holding his hand out. "hey toni?" he said, like he hadn't google-searched everything about this woman. "i'm nasir. nice to meet you."

the only reason why toni took the meeting with nasir was because she knew his name. she knew his family legacy and she knew it'd be good to have him as a client. but nasir refused to meet with anyone but her. it irritated her enough to want to pass on reaching out to him, but toni was a businesswoman. she knew she couldn't pass up a good opportunity just because she was in her feelings. so she cancelled an afternoon full of appointments, pushed lunch with her niece, imani st. cirie, back to dinner, and made room for nasir holmes.

"you're a very persistent man, mr. holmes." she said softly. the blonde tendrils of hair she left curled against her cheeks flagging through her vision. she shook nasir's hand before pulling back to brush the hair behind her ear.

"i have to be if i want the best, ms. cirie." he said, returning to his seat in front of her. she watched as he adjusted his clothing once he was seated.

"i don't usually handle clients personally anymore." she informed him before she even sat down. there were a few people she managed things for but they were close to her. imani was damn near her own child -- of course she was hands-on with her career. but mostly everyone else? they went to the top-notch team she'd managed to pull together for her law firm. "but you insisted. so i'm here. let's talk nasir."

"i'm glad you decided to take this meeting. so let's start there. it's really an honor to meet you. you know i actually ran into you a few years ago. i think it was at an award show. i don't think you knew who i was though." he said, toni shook her head at his statement.

"you're nasir holmes. been in a lot of movies, a member of one of the most talented dynasties in this town. i know who you are. i probably was just busy." she shrugged, narrowing her gaze at nasir. toni considered herself capable of reading people. it was how she succeeded in the industry that refused to take her seriously. she couldn't get a read on nasir.

he seemed to be a fan of hers, but she had long stopped acting. the occasional appearance wasn't much to gain fans over. she sighed softly, brushing her hair behind her ear. "why were you so insistent on having me for this meeting? we have great agents at malecon. i'm too busy to personally guide a lot of careers -- is that why you requested the meeting? you want me personally?"

"yes, i want you personally." he answered before clearing his throat. "i know you're busy but i'm an easygoing client. you won't be stressing about me too much."

"if you were easygoing, you would have picked one of the many agents that work at malecon instead of insisting on this meeting." toni spoke softly, almost politely. she wasn't busying that nasir would be an easygoing client. she couldn't find any real scandal in his life. either, he wasn't too much trouble or his current team hid shit pretty well. if that was true, why was he trying to switch to her? her instincts didn't really fail her, and toni knew there was more to the story. it was on the tip of her tongue to deny her. she didn't llet herself be manipulated or pushed into doing things that weren't best for her...but he seemed so damn earnest. "i handle five clients personally, mr. holmes. two of which have been with me for over a decade. if i choose to take you on, you have to understand that i will not be available to you twenty four/seven." toni wouldn't have made the speech if she hadn't already decided to take him on. this may be a mistake but she was going to see it through. "tell me five things you want from your career."

there was a pause in the conversation. she stared at the man blankly. it seemed like he was searching for his next words. "i want an oscar, an emmy, to inspire people that look like me, to do a story that's never been told and a date with toni st. cirie."

she looked at him as if a second head emerged from his neck. "i'm sorry, what?"

"i want to take you out on a date." "i don't date my clients." "i'm not trying to be your client. i want to date you." "date me? please don't waste my time, mr. holmes. i don't have time for games." “i am not a man that plays games. i am serious. i want you.”

toni started to grab her things. she pulled away from the table and stood to her feet. the woman took one last glance at nasir. "call me when you want to talk about your career. not this foolishness." she said firmly before strutting away from the table.

it was days later, but the meeting with nasir had been threaded into her mind, and she had been trying to unravel it. she searched his name on google, researching all she could about him. she even searched through her contacts to find out more about him. she didn't understand why but she was curious. he was the first man to stump her in a long time.

as she talked to her best friend, anaïs jourdain, she tried to make sense of it all. "the nerve of him," she shook her head. toni shut her laptop, deciding her research was finished for the day. "did you know that he's only thirty-six?"

"okay, so nine years?" "he probably just wants to tell his friends that he got to fuck toni st. cirie." "but didn't you say he mentioned you in some interview a while ago or something?" toni sighed, "okay, that means nothing. it just means he's been waiting to fuck me for a very long time. did you know he used to be married to? to some instagram model? my shit doesn't sit that high anymore." "so what!? you were married three times before. that means nothing."

she rolled her eyes so hard, she was sure that anaïs could see it through the phone. toni hated even thinking about her past marriages. all of them ended in failure and on the front page. maybe that's why nasir was interested in her. maybe he thought she was an easy lay. "just give him a chance," her friend woke her out of her trance. "what's the worst that could happen?"

the meeting made everything worse for nasir. he only wanted her more. throughout these past few days, all he could think about was her. he thought about the way her curls flooded her face. he thought about the way those hazel eyes gazed at him. he thought about the way she said his name. he even thought about the way she walked away from him.

he was swamped in thoughts of her. thoughts of toni drowned every one of his other thoughts. he hadn't even noticed he was overdoing his set of curls at his home gym until he heard his trainer and friend yell, "hey, man! enough." tariq carter scolded. "where yo' mind at, bruh?"

"shit, my bad man," he said. nasir carefully bent his knees and placed his weights on the ground. "remember how i told you i had a meeting with toni? well, that's what i was thinking about."

tariq took the towel on his broad shoulders and wiped his forehead. "she turned you down didn't she? i told you that shit wasn't gone work. i heard she a tough one to crack."

nasir chest heaved in and out as he tried to restore his heart to a normal pace. it wasn't racing like it was when he got around toni, but it was close to it. he grabbed the bottom of his shirt to wipe his damp forehead. "yeah, i know. i know. i'm not giving up though."

"you not giving up?" his friend looked at him with a confused expression. "hell nah, man. i'm not stopping until she mine." tariq chuckled, shaking his head. "you got too much dip on ya chip. nigga, she turned down a date with an oil tycoon. and that nigga got money longer than the state of texas. you really think you got a chance?"

"okay, but that nigga ain't me. toni gone be mine one day, watch."

it took some convincing. nasir practically begged the blonde beauty over the phone for another meeting with her. once again, nasir convinced her that it was career-related, but it wasn't. she was a force in the pr field. hell, he probably needed a publicist like her, but didn't want that. he wanted to be her man.

he sat at the table across from her, trying not to stare too hard. she was beautiful. all of her facial features glowed over the candlelight. her hazel eyes became more prominent. he noticed the small moles that decorated her face. she was like an art piece that he couldn't look away from.

"thanks for meeting with me again, ms. toni. it's such a pleasure to see you again in the flesh." he said. his throat felt dry, maybe because of how sweaty his palms were. he sipped his water and pretended that this woman didn't make him nervous. "would you consider this a first date? candlelight dinner at a dimly lit restaurant sounds like a date to me."

"no. not at all. my first dates are much more private than this, mr. holmes." noted. she liked her privacy. the gears in his brain were already turning on what could be a perfect first date for her. "why are we here, mr. holmes? are you signing with malecon or just trying to seduce me? you can't have both. you're my client or you're a suitor."

he tried not to get distracted by how his name rolled off of her tongue. it was enough to make his heart shudder, but he focused on her words instead. "i thought it was obvious, ms. st. cirie. but let me make myself clear. i'm not interested in being one of your clients. i know you're great at what you do, but i want something more than that. i want the opportunity to get to know you and see what becomes of it." there was no turning back now. all of his cards were on the table. either she could choose to play or she could move on.

if this was anyone else, toni would have left the table. she would have made sure he never had the ability to contact her again and she would have moved on with her life. but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't attracted to him. she put the truth out there -- and he picked personal. he seemed confident and sure of what he wanted. so toni resolved to give him one shot.

"fine." she stood from her seat, pushing the chair back before she sidestepped it and dragged it around the table to sit closer to nasir. "next time, mr. holmes -- be this direct and clear. i like men who know what they want. i have shit to do and i don't like to waste my time." she settled the chair closer to his before retaking her seat and brushing her hair over her shoulder.

she was close enough to smell his cologne. he smelled of flowers and woods. she liked it. "best believe i tried to get in contact with you, but you're a busy woman." he said, licking his lips. her eyes fell there. "if we on a personal basis, i need you to call me by my first name."

"okay, nasir. you can have one date. but only if you're a good kisser." toni said, eyeing him. she was testing him. toni prided herself on being an intelligent woman. she was also notoriously untrusting when it came to people. she made them pass tests and bend over backward to prove themselves to her. it was her old childhood battle wounds that made her that way. testing nasir was natural to her. she offered exactly what he wanted on a silver platter and waited to see what he would do.

"i can show you better than i can tell you." he smirked, looking at her lips for a moment. nasir cradled her face in his hands and leaned forward. closing his eyes, he pressed a brief kiss to her lips. his lips lingered for a moment before pulling away.

most men would have groped her or stuck their tongue down her throat. they would have taken that one shot to devour as much of her as they could because the odds were...that this was their only chance. but nas surprised her. he showed restraint and patience...as well as the fact that he was confident he'd get another date. damn it. he passed. toni blinked at him in surprise, her hand briefly lifting to press to her own lips. he managed to surprise her.

"where are you taking me?" toni asked him softly, still trying to figure him the hell out.

"it'll be a surprise. you'll know sooner than later." he said before their eyes met. "can i ask you something though? what do you like to do?"

toni smirked, her intent devious, but unable to stop herself from thinking he was cute. "i thought you knew everything there was to know about me." she didn't know if nasir was actually serious about her but he worked his ass off for the time -- and seemed very determined to prove himself. so she'd let him. what was the worst that could happen?

"i know what you tell your interviewers and what you post on instagram, but that's not much."

"i like quiet. i like peace and calm. i don't want big and flashy -- i can do that for myself. something intimate and...from the heart. no fancy jet for dinners in milan or something. just...buy me flowers. make me dinner. take me to see something close to your heart. simple stuff."

"alright, i got you. it'll be the most uneventful eventful date you've ever had." he said, smiling at her.

"i'm actually looking forward to it." toni said honestly, grinning back at him. her gaze lingered on his tongue as he licked his lips. whoa, boy. she had to pull herself together or she was in trouble. "i'm going to count this as a first date anyway since you made me move two meetings for this. i thought i was getting a new client. not a new lover."

"nah," he shook his head. "remember this ain't a first date. plus, you special. i gotta plan some shit out for you."

toni quirked a brow, surprised that he contradicted her. she thought for a minute that nas was going to be wrapped around her finger. he had worked hard enough for her attention -- and seemed to have a crush on her. still, toni liked that he was insistent on having his way. good. she didn't want a man she could run over. "alright then. i won't count it. but don't make me wait too long. i kind of find you charming."

a week later, their schedules hadn't aligned for a date yet. but he called her everyday just to hear her voice. the conversations could be long or short, depending on their schedules. he didn't mind. he just wanted to learn something new about her. A few days ago, he learned her birthday was coming up, and she had no plans. nasir wanted to do something special for her.

he ordered dozens of roses to be delivered at her house. he didn't know if she would have time for him today, but he wanted her to know that he was thinking about her. as he sat on the couch, he dialed her number, just to see if she received his flowers and wish her a happy birthday.

he didn't expect her to answer after two rings but she did. "i love them." she said, skipping over formalities. "you didn't have to do this."

he smiled, listening to her voice. "i know i didn't have to. i wanted to. happy birthday, ms. st. cirie."

"thank you. what are you doing today?" "nothing. my schedule is free for the rest of the day." "come over. i'll text you the address."

"alright, i'm there. give me an hour."

nasir was surprised she invited him over to her house. the hardest part about her invitation was finding something to wear. he didn't know if he wanted to go casual or formal, so he went with the in-between. a pair of khaki slacks with a brown collared button-down and tan dunks. the second hardest part was fighting through l.a. traffic to get there.

after going through security, he gazed through his windshield with amazement. her house was just like he expected it to be. grand and elegant. it definitely looked better than his penthouse in the downtown los angeles area.

he got out of his black mercedes benz g-class suv, grabbing the bottle of 1999 sauvignon he brought. he closed the door behind and walked to the front door nervously. he never met a woman that had him nervous like this. he knocked a few times, waiting for her to answer it.

she opened her door with a smile. "you look very handsome, nasir." she said, beating him to speak.

"thank you. you look very beautiful," he said, gazing at her outfit. it was a pink dress that complimented her curves better than he did. nasir pulled her in for a brief hug, familiarizing himself with the same scent he smelled last week. he hoped when he left that her essence trailed him. he kissed her cheek before pulling away.

toni stepped aside, allowing him to step into her house. he looked around the house, nodding his head. he was impressed. toni had good taste, but that shouldn't be surprising. he held up the bottle of wine. "i was saving this for a special occasion, but what's more special than your birthday?" he grinned.

toni took the bottle from his hands and started walking towards the kitchen. nasir followed behind her. his nose was instantly hit with the smell of seafood and sausages. his eyes followed the scent, spotting a big silver pot on her stove. then he noticed the steam. "thank you, but you didn't have to do that."

"stop telling me what i don't have to do, toni. i did it because i wanted to. are you cooking?" he asked, squinting his eyes. this woman was different. he didn't know too many people who chose to spend their birthday alone and cook for it as well.

"yes, you came just in time. i missed home, so i made gumbo. i got our plates sitting at the table waiting on us." she said as she placed the bottle of wine in her fridge.

they sat and ate gumbo. nasir raved about how good it was throughout the meal. then they had a glass of some of the wine he bought. now, they were cuddling on her couch with their second glass, watching an old western. toni fully intended to spend her birthday alone.

it's what she normally did. she preferred the isolation to people making a fuss over how old she got. she preferred to work than to think about her three failed marriages and no children. she had nothing to show besides a business. but she wanted more...even if it was hard to admit to herself. it was why nasir was here. he was interested in getting to know her so he had to see her as more than just a fantasy.

so far, she didn't have any regrets about inviting him over. she was actually glad she did. her head rested on her shoulder, and his hand sat comfortably on her thigh. he kissed her forehead, looking down at her. "you know, i still owe you one more birthday present. i gotta get your permission though."

"oh yeah?" her brow quirked. she had a feeling about where this was going. they were still getting to know each other, but it was her birthday, and the warmth of his hand against her thigh encouraged her to say yes to whatever proposal he had. "what is that?"

"let me eat you out.." nasir said, his voice only slightly above a whisper. it sent a rumble to her core. she couldn't say no now.

"well what are you waiting for?" it was like her voice ignited the fire inside of him. he sat his glass on the coffee table in front of them before grabbing hers and doing the same. he slipped his arm around her, before he got on his knees in front of her.

she wasn't used to a man wanting to cater to her like this. she liked it. nasir pulled her to a sitting position, causing her to let out an audible gasp. he pushed the coffee table back to give himself more space. grabbing her foot, he kissed her big toe then her second toe and continued until he was at her pinky toe. then he brought her big toe into his mouth, sucking on it hard. she let out a low hiss.

he did the same with her other foot. he was taking his time. part of her was screaming at her to rush him, but the other half wanted to see what he would do next. she let that half win. nasir kissed a trail to her core. her thongs were already drenched, and she was starting to grow impatient. it was nice feeling his lips all over her body, but she needed them on her pussy and he was playing. "stop teasing --" her voice caught in her throat after she felt the flick of his tongue against her core. her underwear was pushed to the side, and now she was at his mercy.

his tongue rolled against her wet lips, causing her to moan lowly. he murmured against her box, "mm, why you ain't tell me this pussy taste that good? open them legs wider for me." now, she was doing as he commanded. she opened her legs wider for him. his tongue dragged to the bottom of her slit, then back to the top, collecting her arousal before bringing it to her clit. toni hissed, grabbing his head for support.

he parted her lips with his two fingers before placing his hot mouth against her clit. his tongue flicked and circled around her bub like he already knew what would make her hot. she thought she would be able to control herself, but once his inserted two digits inside of her, she became a mess. "f-fuck, nas," she hissed.

her body rutted against his fingers, causing them to push deeper inside of her. she moaned loudly as he stroked her walls, and his tongue lapped away at her clit. the sounds of her wetness, his slurping and her moans all competed to be the loudest in the room. as her eyes squeezed shut, his tongue transported her to a different universe. she wished she could go back in time to notice him at whatever award show he saw her at so she could experience this sooner.

he alternated between sucking, licking, and kissing her clit as his fingers worked to find her g-spot. toni felt the familiar tightness in her stomach. "don't stop i'm about to--" nasir sucked her bud harder and stroked her faster until she came all over his fingers.

her hips jerked against him as he stroked her until her legs stopped shaking. he licked her slit dry. nasir kissed her clit and slowly removed his fingers from inside of her. he licked them clean. as she came down and her breathing steadied, she started to think that maybe she could keep him around.

[venusincleo]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲.

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Warnings: MDNI • Explicit • Giselle Knowles x Terry Richmond, fluff, angst.

Summary: In which Giselle Knowles is the graceful yet saditty and highly successful hairstylist known as GiGi, and Terrance Richmond or TJ, is the reliable and sought after town mechanic. Their five year old friendship is filled with a long lasting crush that TJ is too invested in to abandon, and an attraction that makes it hard for Gi to stick to her guns about not wanting anything romantic with him. But, one day, when she needs someone to confide in, TJ gets a chance to show her that age ain’t nothing but a number.

Word Count: 2.6k❣ 

A/N: I have no business starting anything else knowing what my drafts look like but... here we are 🥲 I couldn't resist. I hope you enjoy! 🫶🏾

p.s. this is part one of this miniseries so... stay tuned! ♡

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𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏, the young man worked tirelessly to make good on his promise. Hands covered in oil rubbed against the cloth he had hanging from his waistband, and then, he shut the hood of the Range Rover Velar that belonged to his last customer of the day. Upon hearing the metal door click in place, the young woman ended her phone call, and turned to view her car.

Her Louboutin heels clicked along the concrete flooring of the garage, and as she approached the gentleman, his eyes couldn’t help but attach to her frame.

“Thank you for this TJ, really.” Her deep, buttery southern rasp eased from her lips effortlessly as she reached her hand out to touch his arm in thanks. He gives her a boyish grin, his aquamarine eyes gazing into her dark hazel ones.

“Don’t mention it. I told you, any time.” She returns a smile of her own, her pretty almond shaped eyes lighting up at the man who wouldn’t dare to not keep his word. Especially with her.

“And you don’t have to keep calling me TJ. Terry is fine.” He advises her. With a playful roll of her eyes, she creates just another inch of distance between them as she can sense where he’s trying to steer the conversation.

“Boy, please. Yo mama named you TJ, so I’m gon’ call you TJ.” The large young man only shakes his head, cleaning the few tools he previously used on his rag and setting them back in his tool box.

“Okay, GiGi.” Though he mumbles, the bass in his voice makes it so that even a whisper has projection, and the beautiful woman drops her jaw playfully.

“Wow.” She exclaims, shaking her head dramatically. Terry only scoffs at how she takes her own medicine, and then, the room falls quiet for a moment. Once he has all of his things organized back in their rightful place, he turns the lights off and starts to lock up, signaling to his counterpart that it was time to go.

“Oh, um…how much do I owe you?” She asks genuinely.

With all intentions of ignoring the question he thought she’d known better than to ask by now, Terry fastens the rest of the buttons on his work shirt, and quickly throws on his jacket. As he pats his pockets for his keys he realizes he’s good to close, yet he sees his friend still standing beside her truck.

“You’re all good, Gi. C’mon so I can close up.” He tries to be definitive about it, but when he sees the woman still as can be beside her car door, he releases a soft breath.

“No, you come on. I feel bad for holding you past closing time. Let me make it up to you.” Just as the words leave her lips, Terry is allowing his eyes to glaze over her every feature. He hadn’t allowed himself to get too distracted by her earlier, as he wanted to get done working on her car as soon as possible. But seeing her within the low light of the setting sun, and the darkened garage now, a flood of feelings came back full force.

Her naturally brunette tresses were straightened to perfection, with layers falling around her face. Romance curls lingered along her shoulders, accented with the tiniest streaks of blonde. The dark hair brought out the depth of her hazel-brown eyes and Terry had to fight to not get lost in them. Or lost in the soul behind them.

Giselle Knowles. Daughter of the Knowles family who were all known for their entreprenurial spirit; and she was no different. When they first met, his mother introduced them in hopes that the sweet young woman she met in church would take interest in her true southern gentleman of a son. If only Mrs. Richmond knew that her plan would result in the opposite, and that GiGi would have a hold on TJ, she may not have introduced them.

Now, five full years later, after initially trying to court the siren of a woman and learning that she only wanted a friend in him, he had vowed to himself to be whatever she needed. So far, that was a mechanic and confidant, but he was always hoping for the moment when she would make it more.

"You hungry?" She asks, finding anyway that she can reciprocate the huge favor he had just done for her. Finally giving in to the insistent woman, Terry scratches along his temple as he shifts his weight.

"Yeah, I could eat."

“You still eat like a growing boy, I see.” Gi watched across the small table as Terry dove into his meal, chicken bones and utensils be damned. He stopped for a moment, glancing his icy blue eyes her way, before he lowered the half bird to the paper it was served on. His large hands fished for a napkin from the dispenser in the middle of the table, and ultimately grabbed the last one, bringing the thin piece of tissue paper to his mouth to wipe off the grease and chicken juice.

When he finally looked at his longtime friend, they both burst into a fit of laughter, remembering all of the times that she had witnessed TJ scarf his food down like he didn’t know where his next meal was coming from. Recovering from the tear inducing laughter, she could only shake her head, thinking of the response TJ gave her when she asked if he was hungry.

“Tal’m ‘bout, ‘I could eat.’ You was starving!” She continues to laugh, and Terry takes this time to admire her smile, as he chuckles a little beside her.

“I be try’nna tell you. Im not the same boy that you met some years ago. I’m a grown ass man, I gotta keep my weight up.” He flexes his muscles under hand and Gi’s eyebrows raise as she watches the muscles under his veined arms contract.

“Yeah, yeah, put those away, there’s kids around.” She jokes back, playfully glancing around their vicinity.

“Oh… oh.” He straightens his posture, and puts his arms in front of himself as if that would make him any smaller. They share a more quiet laugh, and then their eyes connect for yet another time tonight.

It’s almost awkward, as they look at each other for a moment longer, just taking the other in.

“When was the last time we got together like this?” Terry’s voice is soft in his inquiry, his hands reaching for the empty napkin dispenser to busy himself. Giselle feels his gaze get a bit more intense, and she averts her eyes to the half-eaten basket of fries before her.

“Um…” She thinks back to the few hangouts she’d had with friends throughout the year, and she can only single out one in particular.

“I think the last time it was just you and I was… after your mom’s memorial day cookout. So, May.”

“Damn, and it’s December, Gi.” Terry lets a beat of silence pass and then he’s shaking his head in thought.

“Nah, you gotta clear your calendar for me like twice a month, atleast one.” He reasoned. Friends that lived in the same state had to see more of eachother. Right?

Giselle takes a deep breath in, and looks to the side of her at the local chicken restaurant that was getting emptier and emptier as the hour passed. Her cheeks heated slightly as she assumed the implications of his words.

“Look, Terry. I told you before, you’re too young for me.” His eyebrows furrow for a second, and then a humored look fills his face in place of his natural pout.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, clearly. GiGi blinks at his apparent obliviousness, and motions toward him with her hands.

“I’m talking about you, saying I need to clear my schedule for you.” She repeats his words, and he finds himself scoffing at her assumptions.

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but I meant just to get together and catch up so…” Terry shrugs off the confusion, yet Giselle can feel even more heat rising in her cheeks and her palms grow sweaty. Why did I say that? She starts to rake her brain for when she missed the cues, or maybe created one from thin air.

Maybe he wasn’t pining after her anymore.

“Sorry…” A nervous laugh encases her apology, as she avoids his eyes at all costs. Suddenly, it seemed like if she looked at him she would burst into flames.

She recognized the feeling of embarrassment all too well, but… what was it that was pulling at her heart? Welling in the pit of her stomach?

When she was quiet for too long, Terry began to feel a slight pang in his chest. He knew her well enough to recognize when something was wrong; her face would fall, accentuating her pretty little pout and and then she would get spacey, glancing around at anything that wouldn’t grimace at her for staring. Just like she was now.

“Gigi?” He called out for her. But the only thing that changed was her eyes flickering up to his.

“What’s wrong?” What’s wrong? Maybe the random jump in her core when she watched him flex his muscles, or the way she smiled wider when she looked over his caramel complexion. This was not good.

“Nothing… and please don’t call me that.” She softens her tone so that she doesn’t take out her internal frustrations on him. But despite popular opinion, nothing had been peachy keen over on her side. Except for the money, but still, taxes came to mess with that too. Now, she was feeling things she had never felt before.

Terry jerked his head back slightly, confused by her sudden disdain for her widely known nickname.

“Everybody calls you GiGi, why can’t I?”

“Yeah, and everybody thinks they know me. They may know GiGi the hairstylist, but they don’t know Giselle.” She blinks and her eyes barely gloss over as she realizes the truth she is about to speak.

“But, you know me. So it’s different.” Terry listens to her deep country twang and hopes that he’s hearing her right. Is she… confessing?

He adjusts himself in his seat, and leans forward so that he can read her face better. He couldn’t afford to misunderstand her.

“So what would you rather me call you?” Yours.

“Everything good over here?” It takes Terry everything in him to drag his eyes away from Giselle, but when he does, he looks over at the waitress and gives her a polite nod.

“Cool.” She grabs the leather booklet with their bill from her wide apron pocket and places it between them on the table. “You guys can take care of that when you’re ready.”

Giselle was still too in her head to fully process that Terry was pulling two twenties from his wallet and telling the waitress to keep the change. But when the pretty young girl sauntered off with the paid tab, it was just them again. And they were able to pick up where they left off. Yet, Terry wanted to take the conversation somewhere else. Someplace where they wouldn’t be interrupted.

“Let me walk you to your car.”

In an effort to shield themselves from the cool fall night of the bustling downtown area, Giselle and Terry walk closer than before, foraging for heat. Their steps are slow, in tandem, as if they wanted to soak up the next few minutes of being next to each other. Both of their minds played their conversation back, scaling the words for different reasons.

GiGi hoped that she was clear with her doting, yearning words. But all she could remember was being vague as hell. And that wouldn’t serve either of them right now.

Terry paced over the words that he heard, dipping between them to try and read some other meaning. Was he missing something? It was pulling at him. A feeling a little too familiar, yet, it was shared now.

Their hands grazed the other as they walked as if they were joined at the hip. It was comfortable this way. Existing in the reality of the thing without fully acknowledging it.

But, Terry didn’t want comfortability. He wanted clarity.

“You still didn’t answer my question.” Giselle looks up at his side profile and then he turns his head so that his eyes can meet hers. For a moment they search inside eachother, hoping to get to the bottom of such intense feelings. Just as quickly as she looked at him, GiGi allows her eyes to fall to the pavement in front of her.

“Gi is fine. No one calls me that.” It wasn’t as different as she had first thought. And it surely wasn’t all that she had in mind for him to call her, but it would do for now.

“Hmph.” Terry lets his eyes rest on her for a moment more before he directs them to the path that they are walking on, and soon, they are reaching her glossy black Range. Silence was all that filled the space between them, and since she didn’t know what else to say, Giselle began to reach for her car door handle.

“Gi.”

His deep, gravelly voice calls out for her and she doesn’t give it a second before she is turning around to see what he wanted. Arms outstretched in front of him, Terry motioned for one of their infamous hugs, and though her eyes glossed over at the thought of him holding her with her feelings so raw, she didn’t deny him.

Giselle’s arms wrapped around Terry’s neck as if it was instinct, her body extended slightly as she stood on the tips of her toes, even in her Louboutins. Terry allowed his arms to squeeze her tight around her torso, holding her against him tenderly.

And for the first time the whole night, it was clear what each of them felt. Their heartbeats heightened in pace at the same exact time, pumping at the same exact rhythm.

GiGi tried her hand at taking a deep breath, which did absolutely nothing for her bleeding heart. All it did was allow her to take in a closer whiff of Terry’s scent, and she found her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. She had no idea that the faint smell of motor oil, with his natural musk and the woody smell of his rosemary cologne would mix so well. But, it did something to her for sure.

“You get home safe, a’ight?” He begins to pull away yet they are still close, and her eyes open to gaze into his longingly. Without another thought, Giselle leans her face up and places the most velveteen kiss on his thick lips, her mind completely clear, just for a second.

Then, her eyes open and her inhibitions come rushing back in.

“Uh-I…” She tries to find the words but she is completely dumbfounded. It’s like her body was putty in his hands, but she didn’t want to do too much. She couldn’t.

As she begins to step back, Terry pulls her back in, and presses his forehead against hers.

“Stop holding back.” He rasps, wholly taken by the charm she had worked on him. It didn’t take her lips touching his for his feelings to be ignited, but just the thought that they were feeling the same things had his extremities ablaze. “Say what’s on your mind.”

“I want you.”

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Crazy in Love . . .

Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x Gn!Human!Reader

Hello everyone! Just a heads up, this is part one of a two-part fic that I was requested to do! Well, technically, I was only asked to do part 2, but I just can't pass up an opportunity to write a cringe good yandere fic! Definitely not because I couldn't figure out how to write a good one-part Yandere fic.

wc-> 2.2k (holy shit)

cw-> yandere behavior, possessive behavior, stalker behavior, not smut yet, but trust me it will be MESSY in part 2

(fic directly below the cut)

Working for the Miguel O’Hara was not what you expected it to be.

It was worse.

Ungodly hours, strict rules, and no room for error. Working for him was what you imagined being the right hand for the devil was like. Not to mention that it seemed like he had a personal vendetta against you. Whatever you did, it was never good enough -working overtime, filing his mission reports, making sure his ‘spider cave’ was spotless- nothing was enough for the man monitoring the multiverse.

And yeah, sure, the pay was good, and you did get dental and health care (he might be a monster, but he's not a villain), but god, Miguel ran you fucking ragged. Since the day you were hired, he’d been nothing but a douchebag to you.

Of course, it wasn’t all bad. You’d made many great friends, the closest being Peter B, Gwen, and Hobie. You four were practically inseparable, and everyone knew it. You and Gwen were especially close, with you taking an older-sibling role in her life. Unfortunately, there was very little free time to just hang out with them while you were at the Spider-Society headquarters. For whatever reason, Miguel never let you spend longer than your (generous) ninety-minute lunch break outside of the dark little cave he called his office. And usually, that time was interrupted by none other than Mr.O’Hara himself. You knew that in being his personal secretary you’d be expected to run around and do things for him, but at this point, you felt like Andrea Sachs in The Devil Wears Prada, constantly running your ass off for an ungrateful and spectacularly moody boss. To be entirely honest, compared to Miguel O’Hara, Miranda Priestly looked like a fucking angel.

You quietly chuckled to yourself, conjuring up the image of Miguel strutting around in a pair of violently red Prada heels.

“What's so funny, Y/n?” Gwen asks, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“Nothing,” you dismissed, “Just thought of something funny.” You lightly cleared your throat and took a sip from the water bottle in front of you.

A sudden beeping erupted from your pocket, and you gave a loud groan.

“Lunch break over already?” Gwen says with a small sigh.

“Yeah, sorry kiddo,” you say, checking the message on your phone. Of course, it’s Miguel, probably wanting you to do something he could easily do himself. “You want to swing by my place after I get off? We could watch some cheesy flick and gossip like high-schoolers.”

Gwen excitedly nods her head, and you give her a soft smile. Giving her a parting hug, you quickly make your way back to your and Miguel's shared ‘office’. There, you’re met with the annoyingly attractive back of your boss.

“You’re late.” He grumbles.

You make a sound of exasperation. “I literally came here as soon as you called. Sorry that this place- that you designed, by the way- is built like a fucking labyrinth!” God, did he get on your nerves.

Miguel's only response is a grunt as you roll your eyes and sit down in your chair in the corner of his office. You quickly start pulling up mission logs on one monitor, and live footage of ongoing missions on the other. Your fingers fly fast across your keyboard, filling out what you’re able to on the logs, while your eyes quickly scan the many videos of Spider-people currently engaged in battle. You had always been fairly good at multitasking, so the work you did for Miguel had never been overly complicated. Truth be told. You really had no idea why he chose you for the position of his secretary. You’d think with Lyla, he’d have everything he’d ever need right at his fingertips.

After a few hours of mindless paperwork and watching battles, you decided to call it quits. Your eyes had started to burn, and your fingers were cramping. Finishing up the last few lines of what was (hopefully) your last log of the night, you stood up and stretched your sore muscles, and cracked a few bones.

"I'm leaving for the night, O'Hara. You have my number if anything happens."

Miguel didn't even so much as spare you a glance before you walked out of the room, already dialing Gwen's number.

《♡》

It was well into the early hours of the morning when you and Gwen finally said goodbye. After a long night of greasy food, bad films, and riveting workplace gossip (you would not believe how much drama happens in a place where everyone is fundamentally the same), you wanted nothing more than a hot shower and a comfortable rest on your newly cleaned sheets.

You stretched your muscles a bit, popping a few joints in your shoulders and back for a little extra relief.

You yawn slightly and absentmindedly scratched at your arm while you pick out what to wear to bed. Deciding on a simple pair of black booty shorts and an oversized t-shirt, you throw them into your bed, grab your towel, and quickly make your way into the bathroom.

After letting the water heat up for a couple seconds, you put on your favorite playlist and step in. Despite being thoroughly exhausted, your sheets are new, which means it's time to shave.

After shaving, shampooing, conditioning, and washing yourself, you step out of the shower. You towel dry your hair and then wrap the plush fabric around your body.

Making your way into your bed room, something is immediately wrong. Your instincts are telling you to run, get out, hide, but for some reason, you don't listen. You do, however, go into the top drawer of your nightstand and pull out an incredibly sharp knife (which you had stored for just this reason).

You swiftly make your way around your room, checking in the closet, under the bed, and behind the door. Nothing and no one is there.

"Maybe I'm finally going crazy for real. . ." you say to yourself, shaking your head slightly. You return the knife to it's drawer, and go to get into your pajamas.

You glace over to your bed, slightly confused.

"I could have sworn I grabbed my shorts out?"

《♡》

It's been several months since you lost your shorts, and things only seem to be getting weirder. You've been losing stuff more regularly. First your shorts, then one of your favorite jackets, then your favorite necklace, your perfume, nail polish, and most recent, your body wash (which you had just bought).

What's more, Miguel has also been acting different. Not nicer, but also not meaner. More. . . protective? But not in a good way. Your lunch break was cut from ninety minutes to fifty, and you were no longer allowed to eat in the cafeteria or common spaces.

"What the fuck do you mean I can eat lunch in the café anymore?" You angrily question Miguel.

"You're distracting the others. From now on, you'll have twenty minutes to get your food, and thirty minutes to eat. Which you will be doing in here, with me." Miguel states monotonously, not even bothering to glance at you.

You let out a scoff and roll your eyes. "At this point, why don't you just put me in a cage and chain me to the desk?"

Miguel lets out a breathy chuckle, turning around to look you dead in the eyes. "Don't tempt me, pequiña."

The pit that formed in your stomach after hearing those words was most certainly not one of fear.

You get angry just thinking about that interaction. It had been a couple weeks since it was implemented, and while you had adjusted rather fast, you still didn't like it in the slightest.

Miguel has also been giving you more work, forcing you to stay later and later. You swore that if he wasn't such good eye-candy, you would have throttled him.

Speaking of eye-candy. . . You glace over to Miguel's work station to snoop. If he's going to keep you cooped up in here, you should be allowed to spy on what he's doing.

He's standing hunched over his over-the-top computer set up, watching his many screens and muttering quietly to himself. He calls Lyla up and asks her something quietly. You swear you heard your name, but you were so far away it was hard to discern anything he was saying.

You shake your head and turn back to your work.

《♡》

It was nearly midnight now, and you were still in this wretched place. You let out a loud groan and run your eyes.

“Hey, O’Hara? I'm leaving. Don't call me in tomorrow either, I need the day off.”

Your statement seems to pique Miguel's interest, as he finally moved from the position he's been standing in for hours. He turns around, leaning onto his desk and placing his hands on his incredibly tiny waste (seriously, how is that even fair??).

“Oh really?” he askes, voice laced with something you can't quite pick up on “And why is that?”

You groan again, fed up with your man-child boss.

“Because I just need a day to myself, okay? You've been working me to the bone, and I just need a massage and probably a visit to the chiropractor.” You emphasize your statement by harshly cracking your back on your chair.

He chuckles softly to himself and lightly licks his lips. “You could always ask me for help with that pequiña.”

You flush red at his statement and cough a little. Damn him for being so sexy. . .

“I uh. . . I think I'm okay. Thanks for the offer though, boss.” You can feel yourself practically sweating and you jump up from your seat and begin packing your bag.

Miguel lets out a soft hum and turns back to his computer, smiling ever so slightly.

You glace back up at your boss before you head out of the room, grabbing the little trash bag sitting in the corner of the room to dispose of on your way out. You leave with one final glace back at his broad shoulders.

The walk through Headquarters is silent. Despite being a hub for all spider folk, the halls are quiet, leaving the small click of your shoes on the tile as the only noise.

Lugging the trash bag through the halls, you reach a large dumpster and begin to haul it inside. As you swing the bag above your head, the shitty plastic gives and the contents spill out over the ground.

“Fuck! Eww that's so nasty oh my god!” You yell in disgust at the trash flies everywhere, covering you in the mysterious liquid every bag of trash seems to have.

You quickly wipe your hands off on your pants as you being to (begrudgingly) pick up the garbage from the floor. Crumpled papers, some broken cables, a couple of water bottles, a bottle of your bodywash, some rotting-

Wait.

“What the hell?”

There, sitting innocently on the ground, is a bottle of the bodywash you use. How the hell did this get here?

The bottle is mostly empty, but sloshes slightly when you pick it up, like someone has filled it with water or something in an attempt to prolong its use. You're a little creeped out.

Okay, you're a lot creeped out.

The only people who use the bin in Miguel's ‘office’ are you and him. And you certainly don't remember bringing a used bottle of soap into work to throw out.

Maybe me and Miguel just use the same soap? I mean, I'm pretty sure he lives here so. . .

A chill runs down your back as you hear a voice from the darkness.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

You quickly hide the bottle behind your back as you spin around to face him.

“Miguel! Hi! Yeah, everything is okay, I just spilled the trash, sorry to bother you.” You speak fast and nervously, inching closer to the trash bin to toss the hidden bottle inside.

Miguel raises an eyebrow at you, clearly questioning your suspicious actions.

“Ah. Okay then. Do you need any help?” He asks. It feels like he's testing you.

You nervously chuckle. “Nope! I'm all good! Sorry again for bothering you, I'll be leaving now!” In one quick motion, you throw the bottle into the trash behind you and speed walk out of the building and away from your boss.

《♡》

You lay in your bed, unblinking at the ceiling. The soap had been keeping you up. You know it's probably nothing, but with all the weird shit that's been happening to you recently, everything has been putting you on edge.

You toss and turn, your mind both racing with thoughts and completely empty. You don't even realize you're falling asleep until your eyes shut, and you succumb to the darkness.

《♡》

You awake with a start, and a horrible sensation of dread courses through your entire body. You sit up in bed, blinking the sleep from your eyes and scanning your room.

You see nothing.

Until you don't.

A large, shadowy figure stands unmoving in the corner of your room. Two glowing red eyes stare at you from the darkness.

“Oh pequiña. . . I really wish you hadn't seen that earlier. . .”

TO BE CONTINUED‼️‼️

[lunaabahng]

I literally dreamed all this, I hope you like it

first time writing smut in eng soooo its not perfect obv, but i tried. hope you are going to like it :))

You, a skilled soldier, reunites with your childhood friend, König, who once confessed his love to you before y'all both joined the military. Now serving alongside Task Force 141—and developing a deep connection with Ghost—you find yourself caught between your past and present as both men compete for you.

You barely had time to catch your breath as you slipped into the quiet briefing room. You’d been sent here to wait for some intel, and the room was supposed to be empty. Instead, two towering figures loomed near the table: Ghost and König.

König’s eyes met yours first. The hint of softness and nostalgia in his expression was unmistakable. You would recognize those eyes everywhere. You could almost see the shy, gangly boy you’d once defended, the boy who confessed his feelings the night before he left for the military. Memories of his voice—trembling but earnest—whispering his love for you filled your mind. Memories of the night comes back, one of your best nights.

And then, of course, there was Ghost.

He stood nearby, arms crossed, his mask pulled low as always, but his intense eyes pierced right through you. He didn’t know your history with König, but he was Ghost, and he was never one to miss tension in a room. And he could sense it, alright. His gaze flickered between you and König, sharp and assessing. Ghost wasn’t one to share.

The silence was thick.

“König,” you said, your voice softer than you’d intended. “Didn’t know you’d be here.”

His stare was unwavering, that same vulnerability from years ago beneath the surface, though he was almost unrecognizable now: a towering force, hardened and capable, and his face covered by his mask. "Ja, it’s been... a while.” There was a hint of hesitancy, a side only you knew. “I’m glad to see you again."

Ghost’s eyes narrowed slightly at König's tone. “So, you two know each other,” he stated, voice calm but with an edge.

König’s gaze flickered to Ghost before returning to you. "Yes. A long time ago.” There was an unspoken and then some in his tone.

Ghost’s lips curved ever so slightly beneath his mask, an almost mocking smile. “Old friends, huh?”

You could almost feel König tense. Memories came rushing back—the times you’d protected him, fought for him, felt closer to him than to anyone. But that was before Ghost, before you’d felt the quiet thrill of being by his side, of trading subtle, electrifying glances in the middle of dangerous missions.

“I think she was more than that,” König murmured, stepping forward just enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his form. “We looked out for each other, didn’t we?”

Ghost’s eyebrow raised. “Oh, did you?” He tilted his head, his eyes flashing with that possessive glint you’d come to know.

König clenched his jaw. “I wasn’t here before. But I am now.” He turned his attention fully to you, lowering his voice, his eyes softening. “Maybe it’s time to pick up where we left off, ja?”

The tension was overwhelming, two forces closing in from either side. You could feel Ghost’s gaze boring into you, daring you to choose. But König’s eyes, vulnerable and intense, told a different story—a history, a promise, and the quiet, persistent love he’d held onto all this time.

“Who says I need to choose?” you murmured, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. Both men stilled, caught off guard by the boldness of your words.

König’s eyes widened, and Ghost’s were unreadable, but you caught a flicker of something like amusement. He gave a slow nod, crossing his arms again, a hint of approval in his stance.

And as you stood there, caught between your past and present, you realized maybe—just maybe—you didn’t have to let go of either. And you didn't.

“What do you have in mind?” König asked, intrigued.

“Let’s see if I can handle both of you,” you replied, the challenge igniting the air around you.

Ghost caught the glimmer of mischief in your eyes and smiled, sensing the shift in the dynamic. “I think you can handle it just fine,” he chimed in, his eyes roaming over your entire body.

“We only have one way to find out,” you say, not even knowing yourself where all this bold courage was coming from.

But you knew one thing. You wanted them both. Your heart pounds hard, each breath heavier than the last. Your eyes shift from one to the other, and though you try to keep a calm expression, inside, a desire grows that you can no longer hide—at least from yourself: you want them both. In every way possible.

It’s not just attraction; it’s something deeper, more urgent. You can’t decide, and you don’t even want to. Forbidden fantasies flash through your mind, the thought of their hands on you, their bodies pressing against yours, igniting a fire that you can’t extinguish. You envision the way their eyes darken with desire, how they both challenge you, and how exhilarating it feels to be at the center of their attention.

As they stand close, the air thick with tension, you can sense the unspoken competition between them, each vying for your affection in their own way. You feel exhilarated and terrified all at once. Your pulse quickens as you realize that they might be aware of the way you feel, the way your body reacts to each of them.

What if you surrendered to this? What if you let go of your inhibitions and embraced the chaos? You could have both, the thought dances enticingly in your mind. The thrill of the possibility sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like to give in to your desires, to let them both claim you in their own ways.

You catch their eyes, and in that moment, you see a flicker of understanding pass between them. A silent acknowledgment that whatever happens next will change everything. The desire burns brighter, and the weight of your longing feels almost tangible.

Would they be willing to share? The idea is intoxicating, making your heart race even faster. You can feel the heat radiating from them, the way they both draw you in, compelling you to make a choice—or perhaps to embrace the wildness of wanting it all.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. Whatever happens next, you know you’re ready to explore this tension and the undeniable attraction that binds you all together.

König closed the distance, his hand brushing against your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “Are you sure?” His fingers trailed down to your waist, teasingly resting there. “'Cause if you're, I'm gonna take advantage of that.”

You looked up at him, your breath hitching as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. His fingers lingered, a gentle yet firm touch that made you lean closer, wanting more.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Ghost leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His mask concealed most of his face, but his eyes burned with intensity, watching every move you and König made. There was a mixture of intrigue and possessiveness in his gaze that made your heart race even faster.

“Careful, König,” Ghost called out, his voice steady but with a hint of playful warning. “You might get burned.”

König chuckled, never breaking his gaze from you. “I think I can handle a little heat.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a rush of warmth through you. “Besides, I like to play with fire.”

With a playful glint in his eye, he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. “What do you say we make this a little more interesting?” His fingers tightened around your waist, his smirk widening. “I can give you a little fun, and Ghost can watch.”

You glanced at Ghost, who remained silent, but his eyes sparkled with amusement and interest. There was something exhilarating about the idea of being in this moment with both of them, the thrill of their attention on you igniting something deep within.

“Are you up for it?” Konig asked, his voice smooth and inviting. You nodded, a playful smile creeping across your face.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you challenged, heart racing with anticipation.

As König moved closer, his eyes couldn't stop from moving. He continued to watch you, not knowing where to rest his gaze. Noticing his nervousness, you decided to take the initiative.

König hissed as soon as you cupped his erection, gently rubbing your palm up and down the smooth surface of his bulge, hidden behind the silky fabric of his suit.

“I've missed you,” he whispered, while you kneel. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”

Your hands move to König’s duty belt and you unclasp it, then work to free his cock from his pants. Precum is already beading at the tip and you gently run your tongue along it, tasting him as he groans his approval, one gloved hand running through your hair. You take his length into your mouth, sucking gently as your hands wander along his black shirt just under his tactical vest.

“Oh fuck, Meine Schatz….”

You look up at him as you continue at a slow pace, meeting his hooded eyes as he gazes down at you with pure adoration. Just the sound of his voice sends even more waves of pleasure straight to your core. 

“Good girl,” he reached behind your head, gesturing for you to get your warm lips around his dick already. Your tongue sent shivers up König spine, his hand shaking from the gesture as he pushed his length into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah, I—”

You hum in approval, sparing a glance at him and his dick. He hadn’t touched you yet, not fully, but the way he looked at you was enough to unravel you. You’re just teasing him, his grasp on your head gets tighter and tighter and his little whines and moans slip faster and faster.

You had almost forgot about Ghost, when suddenly you felt someone behind you. You got distracted by his presence, but König brings you back to him immediately. “Don't stop please, keep—fucking me maus. Keep sucking me s-so good… this cock is all yours, all yours maus… keep it up.”

“Isn't she a good girl, König?” Ghost's eyes are black with desire. You can feel them even if you can’t see him. His hands start to touch you, almost as if he's afraid of hurting you. He slips his hands under your shirt and begins to play with the strap of your bra.

“She's my good girl,” König answer, moaning as he feels the rhythm quicken. You started using your tongue.

“Are you sure?” Ghost's tease, and you can feel his hands on your tits. He start play with your nipples.

König grip tighter on your head, “you were mine. Tell him how you liked it. How you loved it.”

You pull your mouth off his cock, “can y'all stop bickering and start to touch me?”

Ghost doesn't need to be told twice. He helps you up and guides you to the table where he sits you down and place himself between your legs. He takes off your shirt and starts playing with your breasts. König, still where you left him, starts touching himself while watching you and Ghost. You liked it.

With a smirk you take Ghost's face into your hands, and, slowly, you lifted the mask just enough to reveal the lower half of his face, his lips curving into a teasing smile.

You giggle softly, wrapping your arms around Ghost's neck and pulling him closer to you, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. His hands found their way to your waist, fingers gently tracing along the fabric your naked body, igniting a spark of electricity between you.

As he leaned in, his breath mingled with yours, the tension in the air thickening. You could sense König eyes, his presence a silent but powerful force, watching with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” Ghost teased, his lips brushing against yours, just a whisper away. You couldn’t resist any longer; you leaned in, closing the gap between you.

Your lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened as you melted against him. Ghost responded eagerly, his hands gripping your waist tighter, pulling you closer as the kiss ignited a fire within you. You felt his warmth, his strength, and it made you crave more.

Over his shoulder, you could feel König's gaze piercing into you, watching intently, his presence both comforting and electrifying. As the kiss between Ghost and you intensifies, your eyes drift to König, and you look at him. His dark eyes shine with desire and curiosity, piercing through you like fire, and the tension between the three of you is palpable. Your heart races in your chest, acutely aware of the power you hold in this situation.

Ghost holds you close, his hand sliding down your back as he deepens the kiss, and you feel the passion escalating. But despite the intensity of the moment, you can’t help but keep your gaze fixed on König. There’s something magnetic about him, and the way he watches you makes you feel alive and desired.

König steps forward slowly, his eyes locked onto your face. “You’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice deep and warm. “That’s why I can’t look away.”

Ghost breaks the kiss, turning his attention to König with a smirk. “You’re not the only one who thinks so,” he says, his tone playful but laced with a hint of possessiveness.

König chuckles softly, his gaze still on you. “Maybe we should share a moment, then,” he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye.

You feel the heat radiating between the two men, each offering you something different yet equally tantalizing. The tension in the air thickens as you stand at the crossroads of desire, and you’re not sure how you want to proceed.

Ghost leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “What do you say? We could have some fun together,” he says, his dark eyes flickering with mischief and longing.

In a moment, you’re standing in front of them, almost all naked, the air thick with tension and desire. With a swift motion, Ghost has you lying back on the table, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve as he revels in the control he has over you. He has stripped you bare, leaving you vulnerable and exposed, and the thrill of it sends shivers down your spine.

His fingers dance teasingly across your skin, igniting fire wherever he touches. You gasp as he plays with your clit and your body responds eagerly to his every caress, the heat between you palpable.

Meanwhile, König approaches the end of the table, his expression a mix of desire and mischief. He watches you with hungry eyes, his body taut with anticipation. “I see you’re enjoying yourself,” he says, his voice deep and smooth.

He positions himself at the edge of the table, and with a boldness that sends a thrill through you, he reaches down, guiding his member towards your lips. “Open up for me,” he commands softly, the authority in his voice making your heart race.

You follow his command, parting your lips as he slowly pushes himself inside your mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel him fill you completely, each inch igniting your desire further.

Ghost watches with a smirk, his hands still exploring your body as you work your mouth around König. The combination of their attention—Ghost’s teasing touch and König’s commanding presence—pushes you to the edge of ecstasy. You can feel the heat radiating from both men, their desires intertwining with yours, creating a whirlwind of passion that pulls you deeper into the moment.

“Look at you,” Ghost murmurs, his voice low and filled with lust. “Such a good girl, taking him like that.” The praise makes you feel even more exhilarated, and you respond with soft moans, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through König as he continues to thrust into your mouth.

As you glance up at König, you see the pleasure etched on his face, the way he’s lost in the moment. The heat of the situation intensifies, and you know that this night is just beginning, filled with exploration and desire that you’re eager to discover.

When Ghost starts eating you out, using his tongue, you find yourself bucking your hips into his face, almost too enthusiastically.

“You're so wet”, he grabs your thighs and pulls you even closer, sticking his tongue in your hole before dragging it up to circle your clit messily.

The stimulation on your clit makes you cum on his face, and you try shoving him off of you, but it's no use. This hulking mass of a man stays with his tongue buried in your pussy, and it's too much in the best way possible. You're overstimulated and shaky; he takes your clit between his lips and sucks like it's a lollipop, and you moan loudly, for how much König's dick let you.

“Look at me,” König orders, but Ghost doesn't let you.

At this point, the noises he makes are louder than yours. He's licking up every drop of your wetness and soaking his face in your juices. You try to lock your legs together so he can't reach your overstimulated pussy, but he pries them apart and continue to play with you.

König is jealous. He looked down at you, eyes ice yet possessing a warmth he held only for you. He take off his dick from your mouth, and reached down after lifting up his mask, pressing an uncoordinated but possessive kiss to your lips. His breath fanned your face, uneven.

Ghost watches you get comfy, reaching up to finally play with your nipple again. Your moans make it so much worse. They’re so whiny, and he knows that this isn’t enough for you—he knows you need his fat cock, fucking into you at a pace with a certain roughness you oh so love.

So he get away from your wet clit, and starts lowering his pants. You moan on König's mouth, while Ghost's hand reaches for his cock, holding it at the base and nudging the tip at you clit. He rubs the tip continuously at it, occasionally running through your hole.

You instinctively open your legs wider for him, moaning as you feel wetness pool out of your pussy. He eases himself inside you, breathing heavily at how you clamp down on him immediately.

Feeling how incredibly tight you are, Ghost grips your waist for support, pulling you closer to sink himself deeper into you. You flutter around him so sweetly, welcoming his cock with such warmth and pleasure that it has him lost for words.

Soon enough, he pounds away at you, hitting your sweet spot that pushes you to let out some cute little bleats. While you were losing your mind being fucked by his cock, König started touch himself close to your mouth; you could take it all in your mouth, but everytime you tried, Ghost fasted his moves, making you moan in pleasure.

König watched you, a mix of jealousy and excitement in his eyes. Without giving you time to recover from a moan, he pushed his member into your mouth and and starts to move quickly, almost making you choke. His fingers grip your hair, and he starts to command your movements.

You must remind yourself to breathe through your nose and tamp down on the primal instinct to choke as he begins to fuck your face. “Good girl— shit.” When you chance an upwards look, König’s head is tilted back in pleasure.

But it's when Ghost combines his fingers, rubbing at your clit, with his hard thrusts that you finally scream so loud. “Ghost!”

“Cum with me.” He says so stoically. And you do.

Ghost don't pulls out, he became more hungry, and start going for a second round, not giving you the time to rest. You moan, call his name, stopping just when König put his dick into your mouth, again. Your moans vibrate around his sensitive flesh, sparking a fresh wave of salty pre-cum to mix with the messy saliva drooling all over your tits.

His dick twitches when he picks up the pace, hips meeting your face more forcefully. “Think— fuck, think you can take the rest?” König pants. When you think you might flash him a dirty look, he intentionally guides your face up to thrust the blunt, thick tip of his cock against your soft palate. He’s making you choke just because he can.

Your hands weakly braced on his shins, König slips himself a few inches further into your throat. “Gonna make me come in your mouth if you’re not careful, maus.” It wouldn’t be physically possible for any human to deep-throat this man. You change tactics in your determination to at least try.

Succumbing, giving in, letting him chase his release as he groans and tells you how wonderful you are, all of that helps open your throat up as far as it can go. König doesn’t slow down or anything, not really. But as he speaks, as he thrusts his cock between your bruised lips, he tucks some stray hair out of your face.

Ghost’s gasping, exhaling hard through his nose while he tries to re-adjust. The feeling of you squeezing him is unbearable. “You want it? Yeah?” You nod.

 “You’re— fuck, fuck that’s incredible,” König tells you, “I’m coming—” He chokes out before spilling salty cum down your throat and fucking it in with a few prolonging thrusts. You like watching him come, his eyes meet yours. You pull back first with a sputtering cough. Neither a clean swallow nor a graceful spit is available to you right now, not after the volume of sticky white cum in your mouth and the critical lack of oxygen you endured for the sake of it. “Fuck, you're so beautiful with my cum on your face.”

You can only smile, before Ghost found your g-spot and start fucking you harder. König huffs “When he finishes, you’re gonna get up here, and sit that pretty, needy cunt on my face. Understand?”

“Yes,” you manage to whisper, while Ghost's hips snap into your ass, aiming viciously for your g-spot.

“You’ll come again. Like this,” he orders. Yessir.

König, wanting to get include, stars playing with your clit. He kissess you too. He keeps his fingers on your clit at the same pressure, same speed, and it feels so good that you’re going to start sobbing at any second. Your knees are about to give out, and Ghost’s thrusts get wilder, messier.

“Come. Come for me.”

Cunt spasming on his dick, your lungs empty and howling for relief. Your hips keep pushing back towards him to chase the high. Each wave is more painful, more powerful than the next, leaving you a twitching, helpless mess. You come so fucking hard around him that you think you were meant for this. It’s the sweetest relief, like hot fire licking through your veins.

It’s all Ghost and the cock he’s breaking you open on. Your pleasure slices into your gut like a sharpened knife, and your slick covers his pants, your thighs, the table below you.

He shoves himself into you one last, impossibly deep, painfully good time, and Ghost comes with a long, drawn-out moan as your muscles milk him. There’s a burst of warmth—except your spasming, still—orgasming pussy is packed to the brim with his cock, so you feel his come drip all over your trembling, weak legs.

You're exhausted, so you settle down on the table, feeling tired. König's voice calls for your name tho.

“Good girl. Now it's my turn.”

Oh, shit.

[damiansgoodgirll]

So girl, I’ve seen Beyonce is your favourite singer and she’s my favourite singer so could you please write Reader where she is a huge fan and she’s part of the judgment day and more like Rhea and Damian, she reacts to the album with them and they can’t understand like the hype or something like that because they are not into that genre and like reader has some crazy reaction.

Please it would be so fun! Thank you so my queen 🐝❤️

please, i always imagined what would their reactions be to beyonce or singers they don’t listen to lol, i’m so happy to make this request!

notes : i love rock music and metal too! i just needed to make reader a beyhive and make her hating metal music (please forgive me), also listen to this masterpiece thank you!

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (PLATONIC)

cowboys

you always loved sharing car rides and hotel rooms with your teammates, especially damian and rhea. they were the first people to ask you to join them in the judgment day, seeing your potential in nxt and being barely twenty one, they wanted to give you a bigger opportunity and so they took you under their protective wing.

finn and dom were nice too, they helped you growing in your skills in the past year and they all took a liking in you but you had a bigger connection with rhea and damian.

they always pushed you, making you reach goals you thought were impossible and you couldn’t thank them enough.

there was one thing you didn’t like about them.

their favourite type of music.

rock. metal. punk. whatever they were listening to. you just couldn’t handle it. there was just one rock song you liked and it was beyoncé’s “don’t hurt yourself” rock song.

so long car rides with them were always a torture. you tried to make conversation most of the time but when it was a 7 hour ride, eventually you would finish topics and so you had to listen to them singing or more - screaming - to their songs.

they usually let you choose one or two songs, but that was it. and everytime you would choose rihanna or beyonce they would take over it.

finn once told you that metal heads only cared about their favourite music. the rest was trash for them. you didn’t believe him at first, thinking he was only overreacting but in this year you realised how right he was.

it’s like they were allergic to beyonce.

but tonight, oh, tonight it was going to be your night.

you were currently in the same hotel room as they were as rhea wanted to share a room with you all. you knew what was coming at midnight and so you asked multiple times to have a separate room from them, you didn’t give them explanations but rhea wasn’t having it.

so, a huge bedroom with two kings sized bed - one for damian and the other one for rhea and you - and a huge tv with all the apps you needed, spotify included was what you got.

the shock came when the track list dropped a day prior, letting you know that there were going to be 27 songs.

they can barely handle one song, how were they going to react to 27 songs?

you still didn’t ask them, as whatever band rhea was playing on spotify - probably motionless in white - were blasting in the room and you were currently fidgeting with your fingers.

the best guess was probably that they would leave you alone for two hours or so. maybe going at the gym or somewhere else. the worst guess was that they probably would laugh at you and telling you no. that would be the worst because you had been waiting for this album since the announcement day and you were already excited at the thought of a new beyonce album.

fifteen minutes to the album drop and you were already imagining yourself leaving the room to go somewhere else to listen to the album.

“guys!” you called for their attention. you were sitting on the bed next to rhea and damian, who were playing some cards game.

“you okay?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“i have something to ask you…”

“go on” rhea’s curios faced looked at you. rhea always liked the way you got shy around them, even if you had been with them for the past year. she kinda knew what you were going to ask, as you had been fangirling about the album with bianca belair for the past two weeks but still, she wanted to hear you asking them. deep down she knew she couldn’t say no to you.

damian, on the other hand, had no idea and he probably was going to have a heart attack at your request.

“so…i have a request…and for once i would like - uhm…i would like that you would consider my feelings” you struggled at first making rhea slightly chuckle.

“did we do something?” damian’s worried expression looked at you.

“no no no, you didn’t do anything to me…uhm…it came out wrong” you said “so, uhm…i don’t know if you know, probably not, but beyoncé’s new album drops in like ten minutes now and - uhm…since we’ve been listening to metal music all day long and i haven’t complained once - i would like to ask you if you could let me listen the album here? like, i know it’s not your type of music but i would really love to listen it here and not going like in the gym or somewhere else…since we have spotify and stuff…” you asked.

rhea was smirking and damian was very much confused.

“that’s it?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“why were you so scared to ask us that?” damian asked you this time.

“i wasn’t scared…”

“yes you were” he pointed out. he kinda felt bad that you had to ask them such a simple thing. yes, he knew beyonce wasn’t his music but he couldn’t see why it was a thing to ask.

“so?” rhea asked “you kinda looked scared”

“it’s not that. it’s just i know it’s not your type of music and you always act dramatic when finn or i ask if we can listen to something else so i thought it was going to be a problem for you”

“we always let you put your songs on” damian said.

“yes, and then you and rhea talk over it”

“oh” he said “i didn’t mean to do that i promise”

“okay…” you smiled “so you really are going to listen beyonce with me?”

“yeah, i mean, i don’t think 13 or 14 songs could hurt us” rhea joked and damian laughed too.

“actually…it’s 27 songs”

“what!?” the both screamed, making you chuckle.

“you still have five minutes to back up because the album is about to drop” you said as you were searching beyonce on spotify.

you observed the way rhea and damian looked at each others. definitely not ready for the outcome. but rhea couldn’t help but notice how excited you were about the album, and how you were happy with it. just a small thing that made you the happiest she ever saw you.

“here we go!” you almost screamed jumping back on the bed, sat between rhea and damian as you were about to press play when you saw the album popping up on her spotify home “are you ready?”

“wait…is it a country album?” damian asked and you nodded.

“you should have gave us a little more of infos about what kind of death we have to die…” rhea added a little dramatic, making you laugh.

“oh shut up! it’s gonna be great!” you said pressing play.

you were in tears after the first minute of ameriican requiem and now damian and rhea thought you were the dramatic one.

it got worse when beyoncé’s cover of jolene started as you always loved that song growing up.

“so she stealing songs?” damian murmured, earning a side look from rhea and punch in his stomach from you “okay i apologise”

the death of you was when daughter started, you knew beyonce was capable of anything but opera? the italian part? you were a crying mess, and even though neither of them were understanding the hype around beyonce, they couldn’t deny she was a great artist.

they were a little shocked when they saw you crying over her songs and they didn’t know what to do. if they should console you or letting you cry in peace.

“oh she’s doing it again!” you screamed when spaghetti started.

“doing what?” rhea whispered never getting a reply back.

you were crying and then you were not.

they felt like they were babysitting a baby.

damian was trying to stay awake just for you and rhea was kinda amused by the reactions you were having to her songs.

ya ya made you start jumping on the bed, tyrant made you feel like you were a porn star and ii hand ii heaven made you cry all over again.

one hour and a half later the album was over and you couldn’t believe the masterpiece beyonce just dropped.

“so?” you asked them, noticing their confused looks “did you like it?”

they knew they couldn’t say no because you looked too happy and they didn’t want to ruin your mood but they couldn’t say yes because - country? - definitely not their genre.

“i gave up after the jolene cover” damian joked, earning another side look from rhea “joking joking…it was interesting”

“rhea?” you turned to her and now she was speechless.

“uhm…yeah, it was an experience” she smiled at you, making you smile too.

you were happy with their reactions so you went all to bed.

two days later

another car ride. another show. another hotel room to be shared with damian and rhea.

you hit the shower first, tired of the trip you just had, you wanted to relax a bit before going to bed.

“your body laid out on these filthy floors

your bloodstains on my custom coutures

bathroom attendant let me right in

she was a big fan”

came from the bedroom. except it wasn’t spotify.

“they keep saying that i ain’t nothing like my father

but i’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

if you cross me i’m just like my father

i am colder than titanic water”

you heard damian singing.

he was singing beyonce. the opera song. they really thought you couldn’t hear them so they kept singing or more like, whispering, but you would catch a someone singing a beyonce song even in the loudest crowd.

rhea joining him too was something else.

you really couldn’t believe that but you pretended nothing happened because you knew you would have ruined their egos.

damian and rhea singing beyonce?

no one would believe that.

but you did.

and that was enough for you.

[uranometrias]

published a spencer fic on wattpad && im so excited to see it come to life!!

[megameatymatt]

If Beyonce HAD to win album of the year, it should've been for Renaissance. Cowboy Carter was not it. Love her though♡

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Texas Hold 'Em by Beyonce

This ain't Texas (Woo), ain't no hold 'em (Hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus (Woo) and throw your keys up (Hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo, ha, woo)

There's a tornado (There's a tornado) in my city (In my city) Hit the basement (Hit the basement), that shit ain't pretty (Shit ain't pretty) Rugged whiskey (Rugged whiskey) 'cause we survivin' ('Cause we survivin') Off red cup kisses, sweet redemption, passin' time, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice Ooh, run me to the left Then spin me in the middle, boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (Woo), ain't no hold 'em (Hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down So park your Lexus (Woo) and throw your keys up (Hey) Stick around, 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around) And I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you Come and pour some sugar on me, honey too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo)

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come and pour some liquor on me, honey too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo)

Woo-hoo Woo-hoo Woo-hoo

There's a heatwave (There's a heatwave) coming at us (Coming at us) Too hot to think straight (Too hot to think straight), too cold to panic (Too cold to panic) All of the problems just feel dramatic (Just feel dramatic) And now we're runnin' to the first spot that we find, yeah

Ooh, one step to the right We headin' to the dive bar we always thought was nice Ooh, you run to the left Just with me in the middle boy, I can't read your mind

This ain't Texas (Woo), ain't no hold 'em (Hey) So lay your cards down, down, down, down (Oh) So park your Lexus (Hey) and throw your keys up (Hey) Stick around,' round, 'round, 'round, 'round (Stick around) And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come pour some sugar on me, honey, too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a bitch, come take it to the floor now (Woo)

And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Come pour some liquor on me honey, too It's a real life boogie and a real life hoedown Don't be a—, come take it to the floor now, ooh

Take it to the floor now, ooh Hoops, spurs, boots To the floor now, ooh Tuck, back, oops (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Shoot Come take it to the floor now, ooh And I'll be damned if I cannot dance with you Baby, pour that sugar and liquor on me too Furs, spurs, boots Solargenic, photogenic, shoot

*for more info about the challenge

[hyog-blog]

me: hey, brain, how about we write something different for a cha… brain: but what if they meet a fox demon? that'd be cool, right? with some seductive love magic and what if Zhao Yuanzhou dresses like a pampered demon diva in furs and jewerly just to check if Zhuo Yichen really likes him because he's getting all those mixed signals and… me: /at 3 a.m./ okay, fine, cool, sounds delish, bring it on brain: would I interest you in a wedding ring trope? /starts playing Beyonce's 'if you like it, put a ring on it'/ me: you've gotta be kidding me O_O

[huntiesworld]

Envious | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n waited for her boyfriend to show up for dinner. Matt shows up drunk and smelling like cheap perfume.

Warning: Glass, intoxication, screaming/ yelling, possible cheating.

Requested?: Nope! 

Author's note: That is my work, Please DON’T COPY MY WORK! Don't Cheat on anyone that is wrong!!

Y/n sat at the dinner table, her anniversary meal getting cold as she waited for Matt to come home. The hours ticked by, but there were still no signs of him. She tried calling and texting, but he didn’t respond.

Frustrated and hurt, Y/n ‘s mind raced with thoughts of where he could be and who he could be with. When he finally did walk through the door, it was hours later, and he was clearly intoxicated. Y/n’s heart sank as she realized he had been with other girls instead of being with her on their special day. 

-I’m in the penthouse half naked  I cooked this meal for you naked 

In a fit of rage and despair, Y/n swept the dishes off the table, shattering them on the floor. She quickly changed into a sleek outfit and headed out into the night. She walked through the streets feeling lost and alone. Everywhere she looked, she saw a happy couple enjoying each other's company. 

Deciding she needed a distraction, Y/n found herself at a local bar. As she walked in, her eyes scanned the room and landed on a familiar face - her ex-boyfriend. Memories flooded back as she remembered the good times they had shared, but also the pain of their breakup. Unsure of what to do, Y//n hesitated before finally approaching him. 

-So, where the hell you at? One shot left in this drink don't make me break it

To her surprise, he greeted her warmly and they started talking. Soon playing pool with a group of friends. Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, engaging in a game with her ex that felt both thrilling and dangerous. In that moment, she realized that sometimes, the past can be more comforting than the present. 

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Y/n stumbled into the house, her heels clicking on as she tried to maintain her balance. She looked up and saw Matt standing there, his arms crossed and an expression on his face.

Matt sighed heavily. “Where have you been? Why is the house a mess?”. Y/n looked at him and smiled. 

Matt persisted that she tells him about what happened. Until Y/n turned around when she was walking to her room.

“Where the hell were you? Huh Matt?”. She said, raising her voice. “I smell that cheap ass perfume on you!? 

-Wish that you were me  So you could feel this feeling

Y/n walked up to him and shoved her finger in his chest. “I'm not stupid Matt, I know who you were with.” 

Matt stood there hearing her yell at him. He finally spoke. “Yeah, and what do you know? Maybe I did cheat on you?”

Y/n looked up at him and slapped him on the cheek. “GET THE F OUT MY HOUSE NOW!”. She said pointing to the door. 

“I hate you, Matt!!” she screamed again. The hurt man turned around and walked out the house slamming the door behind him. 

The heartbroken girl walked to the kitchen to clean up the mess, as she stood there trying not to cry. She fell to the floor and screamed and cried in pain. Sitting in the glass she cried and cried, unable to get up. 

-I never broke one promise And I know that you’re not honest

She cried and cried for hours, laying in the glass. Y/n knew that she had to get up, so she wouldn’t hurt herself. She soon crawled away from the glass, moving to the couch and laying down. She made sure that glass wasn't on her so it wouldn’t cut her. The young girl laid on the couch and soon fell asleep while tears streamed down her face and cheeks.

[beccixxiluv]

What if Beyoncé was the reason earis’s brother died! 😱😱(jk)

[trashno0dle]

a silly joke cover i made for @darealsaltysam's wonderful xmen au which ive decided to share here to promote it further because this has comsumed my every waking thought for the past two months now. so please do consider checking out my gf's amazing fic !! <3

[cocojimin]

Flaws&All

↣ pairing: idol!yoongi x gn!reader ↣ genre: established relationship, slight angst, fluff ↣ warnings: alluding to depressive states ↣ word count: ~600 ↣ song inspo: Beyoncé - Flaws and All a/n: hello all! this one-shot is apart of my new series, 'Song Shuffle One-Shots' or SOS where I shuffle my library and write based on the song. hope you all enjoy the first installment.

You catch me when I fall.

Accept me, flaws and all.

And that’s why I love you.

Loving Yoongi has never been an easy road, but it is a road you’d happily trek down without question. 

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Coming into a quiet home was not often a marker for something being amiss. Usually when you got off work or back from an outing, the house would mainly be darkened, save for soft light spilling from underneath a certain door.

Yoongi’s Studio.

Tonight, however, there was no signs of him within the walls of his personal domain. The door was slightly cracked, computer off, no sounds of keyboards or groans of frustration.

Moving slowly through the dark home, you brought light with every wall you touched. Light began to flood the various rooms in search of your lover.

Living Room.

Kitchen.

Studio.

Bedroom.

Brightness revealed the bed, completely made, save for a heap of gray occupying the same side Yoongi usually sleeps on. This particular scene wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if you didn’t know Yoongi inside and out. Around this time, he would either be in his studio finishing up his latest obsession or in the living room, complaining about the show he purposefully turned on.

Head tucked under the gray throw blanket.

Feet incased in the fabric.

Yoongi was in the fetal position, so cocooned from the outside world that he didn’t register you being home, or the lights being turned on. Pulling back the blanket, you finally locked eyes with your lover. Red rimmed and tired, he passed you a soft smile, muscles slightly relaxing as he didn’t have to hold his protection taunt anymore.

“I didn’t hear you come in. I’m sorry about that”, Yoongi spoke through a puff of air.

Carding through his hair, you caught his wandering gaze.

Yoongi has bouts where he falls into himself. 

Drowning in inconsistencies. 

Sometimes silence is key, or maybe comforting words. Other days its soft touches and whispers of incoherent thoughts. Words jumbled together that spell out ‘I Love You’ in every language imaginable.

Tonight, you could tell he need to be grounded through touch.

“Why didn’t you call me, honey boy?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you, you know how I get”, he says as he leans into your touch. “I thought doing this might help”, he chuckles humorlessly, “I just look silly though, don’t I?”.

Shaking your head, you fully unwrap him in more ways than one. Taking in his flaws and insecurities without passing judgement, knowing they all combine to make the amazing human you know and adore.

“You know you can call me for anything”, Yoongi begins to interject, but you quickly stop his incoming ramblings, “I don’t care if you just get a papercut or you just needed me to keep you company, I’ll answer.” Yoongi’s small smile let you know he understood exactly what message you were trying to get across in a less blunt way.

“Come on, honey boy”, rising to your feet, you outstretched your hand. “Let’s go wash the day away, I’ll let you use my new scrub that you like so much.”

Yoongi giggled.

His face lights up as he takes your hand, thanking whatever powers may be for sending him an angel. No matter how many times he sits and ponders on how you continue to love him despite him lacking on days, he can’t figure out what you see. Your belief and love for him never wavers as you continuously reassure him and shows him that he is worth loving.

And that, is why he loves you.

[copingchaos]

this person gets it

[jealousjealousgurlll]

looking for mutuals

Hi! I am new to the Tumblr writing/fanfic community and looking for mutuals.

You can call me Izzy, she/her pronouns and I am 21 years old

My interests/future works will include (so far)

Armando Aretas

Luigi Mangione

Neymar Jr

Lalo Salamanca

A few euphoria characters (still undecided on which ones)

The Weeknd

Jamie (Top boy)

Lorenzo Zurzolo

My writing will include imagines, one shots, stories. Some topics are rated for an mature audience (minors do not interact). For a specific story, I will add warnings and sensors.

Most of my characters will include a black female reader but all are welcomed and appreciated for this blog and my stories.

My favorite musicians include

Lana Del Rey

The Weeknd

Sza

Frank Ocean

Tyler, The Creator

Prince

Beyonce

Kali Uchis

Shakira

All of 1990s and 2000s R&B

Lady Gaga

Rihanna

Adele

Bruno Mars

I may make a story dedicated to a song that I really like or discuss some of my favorite musician's work.

Favorite tv shows

Top Boy

Breaking Bad

Better Call Saul

Sex in the city

Love is blind

Euphoria

Baby (Italian drama)

Birth of a beauty(throwback K-drama😭)

This blog, I hope to accomplish embracing my desire for romance writing and poetry. Interacting with people of the same interest and bringing together a community🤍

Thank You for reading my post and have a wonder day or night(depending on when you see this ^-^)

[cialovesklopp]

𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑, 𝐉𝐄 𝐓’𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄

PAIRING: kylian mbappé x amara imani

*•..° ❝𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀❞ ｡.*･ﾟ*✧

↳ when amara imani’s life is crashing down, star football player kylian mbappé is ready to pull her out of her slump

or

↳ in which kylian mbappé meets amara imani before her rep! era and is hell bent on making sure she is ready for a comeback

— 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: WELCOME TO MY FIRST SERIES: MON AMOUR, JE T’AIME. very excited to start this project and i really hope to keep this enthusiasm during the progress of publishing the chapters. I instantly fell in love with her and only hope i can manage to transport that love through the screens. 

also huge thank you to my bestie @lorarri​ for all the help, preparing this series. mon amour is as much my fanfiction as it is yours, because amara was created by both of us and i would have never done it without your help, so thank you so much for supporting me, helping me and just being you &lt;3

CHARACTERS:

amara imani

➛ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

article one — QUELLE HONTE

prologue

chapter one — dress

article two — CUPID’S PERFECT MATCH

chapter two — one kind of a man

article three — THE QUEEN OF POP FLOPS AT RELATIONSHIPS!

chapter three — this love

article four — WHERE HAS SHE GONE?

chapter four  — pov

article five — SHE IS BACK!!

chapter five — revenge is a dish best served cold

article six — AMARA’S RENAISSANCE

chapter six — king of my heart

article seven — mon amour -> who is she dating?

chapter seven — lover

article eight — amara imani sues evan henderson for defamation

chapter eight — va dire à ton ex

article nine — is amara imani dating star-football player kylian mbappé?

chapter nine — wild side

chapter ten — while we’re young

bonus one -> daylight

bonus two -> une journée a trois

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 — 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 — ��𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃’𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 — 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄?

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 — 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!!

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 — 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 — 𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 -> 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 — 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄

➛ 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆