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[scorpiosbite]

the time actress!reader mentioned obx in her interview

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── while the obx cast were together in drew’s hotel room madelyn in her ever obsession of game of thrones brought up that you had mentioned how much you love obx in an interview. causing them to watch the interview together.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in 2023 during the filming of obx 4 and 3 weeks after the first time they watched the show together. at this point of my timeline the cast have watched the entire first season of game of thrones.

drew was scrolling through his phone, you had followed him back on instagram a week ago and he was on the moon. though he hadn’t messaged you yet. unsure on what to say to you. drew prided himself on being a confident man yet, your ability to make him nervous through a screen was unprecedented.

while stalking your profile for the umpteenth time he found himself wondering about you yet again. your limited amount of posts made you even more intriguing to him. he wondered what kind of person you are. what things made you tick, whether you would stare up at him with those siren eyes, whether you moaned or whimpered during sex, whether your face scrunched up and your mouth hung open as your chest heaved like it did in your sex scene that hasn’t left his brain since the moment he watched it.

just as he fell into a spiral of thoughts about you madelyn spoke up from her seat across the room, drawing the attention of everyone else, and drew was suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone in his room. “oh my fucking god! i forgot to tell you guys!” she was staring down at her phone. but drew was having trouble focusing on her, still consumed in his thoughts of you.

the others, however, had no problem driving their attention to her, so drew remained in his bubble staring at the most recent post on your profile, a vogue magazine cover from three months ago, of you, seated, legs spread on the iron throne with the sword dark sister held in your hands standing between your legs, the crown of aegon the conquerer tilted on your head, the lace thigh high socks with garters disappearing under the skirt of your tight mini dress and the bold red coating your lips enticing him further.

it wasn’t till he heard your name slip from madelyn’s lips, was his attention torn from the captivating sight on his screen. “wait, what you just say?” madelyn smirked “of course, only when i say y/n’s name, do you listen.” drew blushed lightly. but didn’t make the move to defend himself, after all they would be right, he had been distracted from the moment he saw you in all your glory stealing the screen.

“what i was saying that y/n mentioned obx in an interview, just pass me the remote, i’ll show you.” drew’s heart rate spiked, the thought of you having seen him in his element, doing his job, made him self conscious in a way that he wasn’t ready to admit. once madelyn had the video loaded on the screen, drew was once again struck by how effortlessly beautiful you are. dressed in simple black pants and an off-shoulder cream long sleeve top, brown boots disappearing under your pants and simple gold hoop earrings, your brunette hair loose and following in natural waves. drew looked at your empty neck and thought how good you would look if there was a necklace with his initial hanging there, branding you as his.

madelyn skipped through the video until the moment you were talking. the interviewer asked you and your cast-mate what shows you watch during your down time when filming, your voice rang through the silent room and drew was struck once again by how attractive your accent sounded, your british accent deep and sultry but more casual than the tone you use when playing visenya. “oh, well mimi and i love outer banks a lot, to the point where we quote it on set quite often. i think we’ve annoyed everyone.” you laughed and drew thought about how he wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

your cast mate and best friend, mimi who plays arianne martell laughed and agreed and the interviewer who was surprised by your answer said that obx was one of her favourite shows too. your face immediately brightened as you watched her intently as she spoke about the show. what drew would give to have you look at him like that.

madelyn paused the video and drew knew that once everyone had left his room he was going to watch the entire video. “that’s so cool!” jd gasped. “i know right? that’s so crazy that she’s seen our show.” madison replied. but drew couldn’t bring himself to speak, he wondered what you thought of him after watching his performance. he wondered if you had the same all consuming thoughts he had about you, about him.

“i followed her when i first watched the show and she followed me back, but after seeing that clip a week ago i messaged her and we’ve been talking back and forth ever since, she’s so fucking cool, it’s insane. i think we’re friends now!” madelyn raved. “you’re friends with her?!.” drew was baffled, how was madelyn just bringing this up, she has known about his developing crush for weeks. “ah, now you want to chime in drew?” “yes, we’re friends and she’s gonna be in la when we get back so i told her she should come hang out with us, what you guys think?”

drew’s heart felt like it was going a mile a minute, he was gonna meet you. what the fuck.

thank you for all the love on the first part i’m so grateful. and for everyone who wants to be added to the tag list i’m figuring out how to do that so please be patient with me. also please send me asks about this au i would love to do like a drew starkey x actress!reader thoughts thing, but let me know what you thought of this part!

[fluffylino]

mommy!hyunjin, i said what i said

(he can rail me)

-contains mature themes

"is mommy fucking you good?" hyunjin mumbled, groaning at how tight you were. you couldn't help it.

everything was so hot. he was so hot. his length pushing inside of you was even hotter.

you wanted him to stay there. to stay buried deep inside of you.

"fuck, s-stop clenching so much" he cursed out, gripping your thighs that had him plastered to you.

"m-mommy" you moaned out before he could press his lips against yours. his tongue swiping against your chapped bottom lip.

he was everywhere.

"mommy's here, baby" hyunjin reassured, thrusting into you at a pace that had you keening. you wanted to rile him up. make him see stars.

"what about y-your husband...?"

his eyes darkened, halting everything he was doing.

was it so wrong to bring up the messed up skz family skit into this?

hyunjin was still dressed up as jisung's beloved wife. a beautiful sight.

his white button up shirt falling off one of his shoulders, exposing his smooth skin. his pretty short pants discarded on the side somewhere.

his hair was tied back, a few extensions added to make his bun look fuller. two hooped gold earrings on his ears. he looked like a rich aunty.

a milf, to be exact. your milf.

.

it all started when the skz family skit has just got done. hardly an hour had passed. everyone seemed to fit their roles so well.

especially one person. hyunjin, that is.

his hair looked so pretty tied up, a few strands cradling his face. his face was so pretty but the way he sat gave it all away. his legs spread, arms crossed behind his head as he leaned back. watching them play with focused eyes. it suited him. the whole concept.

you just wanted to get on your knees and suck him off.

what did it for you was the fact that he smiled so proudly when his "kids" called him mommy.

something you had always wished to call him.

when you looked at him. it was never daddy. he didn't give off those vibes.

it was always mommy.

mommy hyunjin fucking you into oblivion.

mommy hyunjin making you gag on his cock.

mommy hyunjin having his way with you.

.

.

"mommy-"

you unconciously said when they had finished shooting. the rest of them were in the other rooms. joking around and laughing. you could hear minho scold seungmin. perhaps he needed help with getting the hanbok off.

hyunjin and you were the only ones left in the room. so when u said that. you froze. your inner thoughts had managed to get out.

"yeah?" hyunjin replied, not even looking at you. he was busily poking and prodding at his hair in the mirror. his eyes met yours through the mirror.

what the actual fuck-

did he really respond to that so cooly. he turned around, a suggestive expression on his face.

shit...he looked so..wow.

and thats how you ended up in this situation.

.

.

you waited for him to respond. his dick throbbing inside of you. everything still.

"my husband? why would i ever need that man" he played along. if it anyone were to hear, they'd actually believe it. his acting skills were impeccable when not scripted.

he leaned forward, his hands gripping the side of the table he had made you sit on.

you trembled when his lips brushed past your ear.

"you fuck me so much better than that unloyal bastard"

he whispered breathily. you whimpered. his hand immediately coming up to cover your mouth. muffling any sounds you could make.

"plus you're perfect for me. and i love everything about you"

he bucked his hips, hitting a spot that had you drooling into his palm. his eyes locked onto yours.

"shhh do you want him to hear us?"

"i bet you do...want them all to hear how mommy's dick makes you a dumb cockslut"

"m' not a slut"

you mumbled, or atleast tried to against his hand. he pulled out completely, his tip barely pressing against your folds.

"yeah you are. only for me though, right?"

there was a comforting tone in his voice. hyunjin knew how sometimes degrading names could trigger you. it was only until you confirmed that he continued.

"only i get the privilege to see you falling apart"

you nodded, a low moan leaving his lips, as he took his hand off your mouth. you knew you were a mess. even more so then before.

"hyunj-"

you gasped as his hand made contact with your cheek. you could feel yourself get wetter as the pain set in. he had slapped you. he clicked his tongue.

waiting.

"mommy..s-sorry aah-" you bit down on your lip as he pushed into you in one swift motion. never slowing down.

"you're so m-much better than my husband"

"take me so well...hng-ghn so tight" he gasped as you unconciously clenched around him. pulling him in. making him lose his mind.

"shit so warm and wet'nside..all for me"

"look d-down"

you mumbled, holding his hand that was on your hip and placing it against your lower stomach, just below your navel. he looked down, focusing on the imprint of his length inside of you.

disappearing and reappearing as he pushed in and pulled out repeatedly.

"so deep inside of you..bet i could fuck my babies into you"

both of you moaning when he pressed against the bulge. you were so close.

"i can f-feel you all around me" hyunjin mumbled. your eyes rolled back. an intense feeling bubbling inside of you, waiting to be released.

"i'm cumming" you gasped out, grabbing onto his neck, pulling him closer.

"cum for me"

white filled your vision. a whole wave of pleasure washing all over you.

going limp, you whined at the overstimulation. hyunjin was still chasing his orgasm. grunts and little high pitched moans leaving his swollen lips.

"i-in my m-mouth" you muttered, trying to get him to pull out. his eyebrows furrowed. maybe he didn't hear you.

"h-huh?"

he pulled out slowly with uncertainty, stroking his dick. his orgasm seconds away. a little longer and he'd end up losing it.

you got off the table. practically falling onto the carpetted floor. kneeling down infront of him. you kept your mouth open, sticking your tongue out. just enough. centimeters away from his dick.

"warn a man, goddamnit"

he cursed out. you couldn't help but smile. a long drawn out cry escaping him as he came. streaks of white coating your tongue.

"ahh-hha" he threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly.

perhaps the sight of you running your tongue from his base all the way up to his sensitive weeping tip was too much of a sight to handle.

.

.

"so you like calling me mommy?"

"HYUNJIN-"

[colebabey888]

The IT Girl Wardrobe Essentials | IT GIRL DIARIES

Creating the perfect IT Girl wardrobe is all about mixing timeless classics with a touch of trendy pieces for an effortlessly stylish look. The key is to build a closet filled with versatile staples while adding fun, fashion-forward items that show off your personality.

Here’s how to put together a wardrobe starting on your It Girl Journey :

The Magic of Basics 🎀

Every It Girl knows the importance of having great basics. Start with simple, well-fitting pieces, something similar to a plain white/black tee, a pair of skinny jeans or mom jeans ( skinny jeans are always trendy if you know how to style them ) .These items will be easy to mix and match, giving you endless outfit options. They can be dressed up or down and that's exactly the type of clothing items you want to have.

The Perfect Pair of Jeans 🎀

When it comes to my denims, I don't mess around! Invest in a good few pairs of jeans that fit you perfectly. Quality over quantity! Levi, Pacsun, REVICE Denim, these are are all examples on companies that sell high quality denims. Classic skinny or straight-leg jeans/mom jeans are super versatile and go with almost everything. It's never a bad idea to keep a few light denims around either but go with what fits your skin tone best. To keep things trendy, try experimenting with ripped jeans or wide-leg styles, but make sure to always have a classic pair for everyday wear. If you're going for a more classy/clean look, I would skip out in the spontaneous ripped jeans.

The Little Black Dress (LBD) 🎀

A little black dress is a closet essential for every It Girl. Whether you’re heading to a party or going out to dinner, the LBD is always a chic choice. Pick one that’s simple and elegant, so you can easily dress it up or down with accessories. There's nothing more to it, a simple black dress will do it for any occasion, any time of day!

Cute and Comfortable Shoes 🎀

Comfortable yet stylish shoes are a must. Make sure you have classic white sneakers, cute ankle boots for your rainy days , and a pair of strappy heels. On a hot sunny day, I love a good pair of black thong sandals, they pull every look together and give off the perfect touch of a 2000's vibe. Skinny jeans or a sundress, paired with good accessories and a handbag, black thongs for the win always.

Balancing Trends with Classics 🎀

The secret to It Girl style is blending your wardrobe basics with trendy pieces. Each season, pick a few fun items like a patterned scarf, oversized sunglasses, or a bold handbag to keep your outfits fresh and exciting.

The Power of Accessories 🎀

Accessories can really make your outfit pop! Invest in timeless pieces like gold hoop earrings, a simple watch. Then, mix in trendy items like layered necklaces, fun belts, or colorful purses to add personality to your look.

By building your wardrobe with these essentials and mixing in a few trendy pieces, you’ll achieve the perfect IT Girl style—chic, fun, and always effortlessly stylish. My style is definitely changing and upgrading every year so there will most likely be a part 2 of this next year. These are just a few tips and tricks I've picked up on throughout my It Girl journey so far, but we're all learning so if you have any tips yourself feel free to dump them in the comments, mwah!

xoxo, colebabey8.88

[mediumgayitalian]

Will wears earrings that glint in the sunlight.

Nico is very aware of them.

He’s never seen anything like them before. Bianca wore earrings, little citrine gems that dotted both earlobes, and Hazel wears little hoops in each ear. Piper has dozens of beaded earrings she made herself. Annabeth wears little owl charms. Percy has a diamond stud, Connor’s ears are pierced all over, and Lou Ellen has gauges she’s slowly stretching out. Most people in camp have a piercing or two, really, some of them done by the Apollo or Aphrodite campers, and really sunny days they glint together like the massive disco ball that spun over the slot machines of the Lotus.

But Will’s earrings are different.

There’s no…pokey part, is the best way Nico can describe it. Each piece is a delicate gold chain, maybe two inches long each, with a thin blue sapphire hanging off one end. He threads them through the tiny holes in his lobes, and they dangle, glittering every time he moves. The sapphires refract the light when he tucks back his hair, shining an array of tiny rainbows on his neck, on his jaw.

He is distracted by them, often.

“You’re staring.”

Nico blinks, twitching back to his body. The blue sapphires he’d been staring at are replaced with blue eyes, twinkling with amusement, and he flushes.

“I was — spaced out.”

“Mhm.” Will turns back to his arts & crafts project, dragging a brushful of lavender paint over stained wood. A jewelry box, by the looks of it. “If by spaced out, you mean staring at me.”

Nico returns resolutely to his own project. His is much less delicate than Will’s — the sheath he has strapped to his calf at all times broke, last week, and he’s felt naked without his dagger — and there’s a warp in the leather, where his attention slipped. He focuses on smoothing it.

“Not on purpose.”

“No?” Coming from anyone else, the teasing tone of voice would have him raising his shoulders, twisting his face. But from Will it’s — tolerable, somehow. Perhaps it’s the hand that rests gently on his wrist. “You space out at me a lot, then. Crazy coincidence.”

Nico stars at the freckly, tanned hand, waiting for it to move. It doesn’t. Will keeps it there, callused fingers brushing gentle circles on the base of his thumb, dipping and swooping along with his quiet humming.

Nico swallows. “You’re — distracting.”

Will’s smile spreads slowly across his face; stilted, almost, like he’d tried to bite it back.

“How?”

“You’re —” Nico gestures, vaguely, at all of him. Will’s smile grows, and his cheeks slowly grow pink, blonde ringlets falling out of place and curtaining his face.

“I’m?” he presses.

His voice is soft, near silent; searching, prodding. Hoping. Nico’s breath hitches, and his palms sweat, and Will’s gentle tracing pauses, briefly. He bites his lip, worrying the chapped skin, breathing quick; in, out, in, out. In a slow, calculated movement, watching Nico carefully, carefully, out of the corner of his eyes, he slides their palms together, fingers resting loosely in the spaces of Nico’s open, twitching hand.

“…Is this okay?”

Nico feels lightheaded. He’s sure his palms are clammy, although he can’t tell against Will’s. He gnaws at his lip again. Nico’s exhales are quick, short.

He curls his fingers until they rest on Will’s cracked knuckles.

“You’re striking,” he says quietly.

Ducking his head, Will turns back to his painting. He dips his brush in a deep, blooming green, now, tracing it along the edge of the lavender.

He’s smiling.

[evielmostdefinitely]

darkened shadows |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: a single earring from the past causes turmoil in coryo's present with you.

contains: dark!coriolanus. manipulative, obsessive coriolanus. past mentions of lucy gray, sejanus. coryo's past. angst.

A single earring, worn- judging by the yellowish tint to the pearls that crested the thin gold hoop; that single earring that sent your world into a spiral. Cleaning your home, a gift from your parents after you announced your engagement to Coriolanus, after six months of courting during his time at University. You just wanted to be good, a prim and proper housewife, devoted just as he was to you, like your mother before you- until a single earring shattered your world. 

“Darling,” Corio’s voice traveled through the grand spiraling stairs, heavy soled shoes clacking against the marble with every climb. “My love, where are you?” His tone held an edge, a jagged sense of urgency that would usually have you stiffening, running to coax him, soothing his worrisome mind. 

Not this time. 

You could hear his heartbeat, heavy in his throat when he spat out your name. No terms of endearment, no breathy gasps between it like this morning, when you were tangled beneath the bedsheets, his hands in your hair, toes curling with pleasure. 

Frantic eyes piercing through the low light of your bedroom, falling onto you. His hair was longer now, coiffed all the same, but the curls you loved returned when Coryowould let them. “Did you not hear me calling for you?” Coryo huffed, a white knuckled grip on his satchel. 

You didn’t answer, lips pursed, legs crossed from your perch on the edge of the bed. Coriolanus frowned, pulling the strap from over his head. “What? What’s wrong? Is it your mother again-” 

“-No.” You snapped, nose scrunching in annoyance. 

Coriolanus paused, unsure. His mind scanned, raced through facts and dates- had he missed a date? An event? Fuck, dinner with your parents? His calendar had been cleared, it was why he stayed late in the lab with Gaul. 

“Why are you upset?” Coryo frowned, tired of the guessing game. He hadn’t meant to bark it out the way he did, but his heart skipped in his chest, squeezing too tight for his own comfort. 

You scoffed, a manicured hand smacking the bed, fist curling around the object. Corio’s eyes followed, the way your white knuckled grip held the object, screwing the sapphire ring off your own ring finger. “Here,” You spat, dropping the engagement ring at his feet, the single earring banging around his shining shoes. “Since you love collecting jewelry so much, you can add that to your lover’s stash.” Your voice drenched in a sarcastic venom that had his stomach twisting. 

Coryo tracked the sapphire, jaw setting. The ring- your engagement ring he’d given to you the night he poured his heart out into yours, in your parent’s garden- had been his mother’s before it found its new home on your finger. One of the few items his Grandma’am had let him have of hers, one of the few she hadn’t sold. There it was, settled next to Lucy Gray’s earring. The cursed object, when she’d betrayed him, tore his heart out in the woods of District Twelve. At the time, keeping it felt right, anchored to him like a cruel reminder. He’d forgotten about the thing, truly, stored away in a drawer far from his mind now that you took up most of the space in his head. 

“You went through my things?” Coryo clipped through gritted teeth, bending to pick up the two pieces, one in each hand. 

You gawked, spinning on your heel furiously to face him. “I was cleaning-” 

“-You were snooping.” Coryo snapped. “We have maids for cleaning-” 

“-And you told them not to come yesterday” You hissed, eyes narrowed to match his. “You wanted to spend the day in bed. Not let them in.” Your finger jabbed in the air towards him accusingly. 

Coriolanus’ mouth tightened into a firm line, frowning towards you. “You still had no right to go through my things.” He huffed. “Cleaning the drawers?” 

“I was putting your father’s compass away.” You sneered. “I didn’t want it out, and I thought you would want the same. You’re always going on and on about how the help will steal it if given the chance.” 

Coryodidn’t respond, eyes piercing through you. “So I take it’s true?” You scoff, hoping your snarl of a tone would disguise the hurt lingering through your chest. “You’ve taken a lover before the wedding?” 

“What? No.” Coryo ran a hand down his face, heart hammering. “How dare you say-” 

“-How dare you.” You snap, taking a step towards him. “Make a mockery of me, of us. Embarrass me this way.” Tears of fury blur your vision, turning before he could see. 

“It’s not- she was from before.” Coriolanus felt his composure withering away with every stomp of your foot. 

He’d rationalize his despond that he was worried about his own title, his own future. Without your family, he might as well be back to living off of scraps in the worn down family home, cracks in the foundation. He’d worked hard but your father’s good graces were securing him his spot as President after the wedding. 

“Before?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up. “Before the engagement?” 

“No,” Coryo shook his head, a strangled huff caught in his throat. “Before-Before I even knew you.” 

“So you kept it around?” You snarled, turning on your foot so quickly it had him flinching backwards. “Pieces of another woman? Another lover lying around in our home?” 

“It’s not like that. I-I didn’t even know I still had it.” Coryo was faltering, stuttering uneasily. He wasn’t used to not being in control, not being able to con himself out of any situation. The truth was, you held the upper hand; he needed you more than you did him. 

“Darling, please, just-just let me explain.” Coriolanus begged, voice lilting higher and higher. “It was before I met you. When-When I was a mentor.” He reached out a hand for you, your dramatic step back making him flinch. 

“Oh? So it’s Clemensia’s? I knew you two were more than you said. And you tried to tell me you-” 

“-It’s not Clemensia’s.” Coryo shook his head gently. “It-It belongs to someone I want to forget about now- I have forgotten about now. At the time, I-I wasn’t in my right mind. I was manipulated and cheated and played to be a fool by this-this girl.” 

That seemed to pique your interest, brows quipping carefully, watching him with caution. Vulnerability, Coryo wasn’t good at that, but he would have to be or try to be. Still, to keep you, keep your family and all his power into place, he’d have to be. 

“I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” Coriolanus said slowly, eyes taking in every quip, every pull and fall of your emotions. Your breath stilling, hitching in your throat, though you tried to keep yourself steady, calm. 

“In the past.” Coriolanus added quickly, his own voice teetering on a frantic tone that he despised, heart thudding loudly in his chest. “Let me be clear, I-I’ve never betrayed you.” 

Your shoulders seemed to relax though your eyes stayed hard, challenging. “I went to District Twelve because I was sent there as punishment, that was true.” Coriolanus started, hand closing around the pearl earring, the hook piercing into his palm. “But I also went there looking for… someone.”  

“Someone?” You repeated. 

Coriolanus nodded. “You have to understand, I-I was coerced. Tricked by this- this woman, who used me.” His lips pursed, eyes lifting to yours. Your features softened, pulling into a look of sympathy. 

“She used me. Used me and my wealth to escape.” 

“A district girl?” You whispered like you were scared, frightened that someone might hear, even in the room with just the two of you. “Coriolanus-” 

“-I know.” Coryo nodded, turning with the shake of his head. “You-You see why I didn’t tell you? I’m ashamed, my love. This,” He took a shaky breath, turning to look over his shoulder at you. “This is the darkest secret I’ve ever harbored. Not a soul, no one, knows of this.” 

You stood still, unsure, finger twisting around your ring finger, absent of the ring you’d grown so fond of. Coriolanus watched you carefully, over his shoulder, hoping you’d believe him. You’d forgive him. He was so close, so close to his inauguration. Your father had practically promised it when he asked for his permission to marry you. “You take care of her, I’ll take care of you. Make sure you give my darling girl the life she deserves, and I’ll make sure you get the life you deserve.” Coriolanus prayed you hadn’t told your father any of this. 

“But… The earring.” You looked at his closed palm. “Why would you keep it if she was so horrible to you?” 

Coriolanus paused, letting his mind still. He was close, you were close, inching towards forgiveness. Towards forgetting the Baird girl who haunted his dreams. 

“Truthfully, my love, I-I didn’t even-” Coriolanus ran a hand down his face, and out of the coroner of his eyes he saw you take a step towards him. “I didn’t know.” 

“You didn’t know?” Your brows furrowed, halting your quiet crawl towards him. 

“I was in such a state of-of distress.” Coriolanus shook his head, swallowing the hard, burning lump in his throat. “You have to understand, I shamed my family getting kicked out of University, my friend, Sejanus, he-he was hung, found out to be a traitor-” 

“-The Plinth’s son?” Your wide eyed, sympathetic gaze melted Coryo’s heart. Nearly felt it to be too much. Nearly made him feel guilty. 

Nearly. 

“Yes.” Coriolanus nodded slowly, a wave of pain washing over his features, eyes dropping at the name of his fallen friend. “Yes, all of that.” Coriolanus swallowed, eyes gleaming in the low light of the apartment. “And this deceptive, devious girl, she used that. Took advantage of my weakness. Used me.” 

Your small hiccup of a gasp, heart wrenching in an ache that Coriolanus shared with you. Burned in the fact that you felt so strongly for him, chest swarming in an unfamiliar heat. 

“I was so… distraught. Positively sick with grief and-and betrayal.” Coriolanus’ eyes met yours, closer now, with every silent step over the carpet. “I can’t tell you why I kept it. What possessed me, truly, I had forgotten about it entirely, because-” Coriolanus let himself fall silent, eyes cast to his freshly shined shoes on the carpet, so bright he could see his own reflection. 

“Because why, Coryo?” You whispered, stepping so your house slippers were touching the tips of his shoes. Your hand soft, cradling his face sweetly. “Tell me, please.” 

“I met you.” Coriolanus said softly, his hand cradling your own, the engagement ring pressed between your skins. It made your knees weak, swooning at his softness, his kindness. 

“I didn’t lie, petal. From the moment I met you, my life has known nothing but joy.” His eyes held yours, repeating the very same words from his vows weeks before, on bended knee in your parent’s rose garden overlooking the Capitol. 

“She is a sad, dark spot in my past, but you,” Coriolanus’ free hand moved, letting the earring fall to the ground, cupping your face. “You, my love, are my world. My bright, shining future. The sun, the stars, everything to me.” 

Your lip wobbled at his words, eyes shining with tears, moved by his words, the sincerity in his eyes and in his tone. Coryo’s stomach settled, relaxed at your sincere reaction. He let the ring fall in his hand, holding your hand in his, slipping the ring back onto your finger- and you let him. Of course, you let him, how could you not? 

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was lying, like I was withholding the truth.” Coryo’s hand wrapped around your fingers, thumb ghosting over your ring, pressing it into your skin. “It pains me to talk about, to even think about.” 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, your hand squeezing his affectionately. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

“You didn’t, my darling.” Coriolanus bit back the smile that threatened to grace his face. It was easy, too easy to convince you. You leaned into his hold, eyes lingering over the dazzling sapphire on your finger. 

Coriolanus swallowed. “Thank you.” He muttered, your eyes flashing to him in surprise. 

“For what?” You frowned carefully. 

“For putting my father’s compass away.” Coryo hummed, fingertips trailing down the shell of your ear, over your own earrings- clusters of diamonds and emeralds, not cheap freshwater pearls like the other, a stark difference between the two of you. 

“For being kind to me, always.” His eyes met yours, icy even in the burn of affection. “So forgiving and gentle.” 

You blushed, cheeks burning in his hold, heating the palm of his hands. He grinned, lips brushing over yours, taking you in slowly. A soft kiss that crescendoed into a passionate one, pressed into the wall, hands grabbing, fisting at the others clothes, hair. Shoving and pulling clothing, limbs, breathy whines and whispers into your skin, his skin. Fingers intertwined with every thrust of Coryo between your legs, teeth grazing over your delicate pulse points, primal. 

The earring stayed on the floor, discarded like his feelings for Lucy Gray- for now, anyways. 

Coriolanus stood over the earring the next morning, the light of the day catching the bits of gold in its rays. Coryo’s jaw set, tongue running over his teeth. In the mirror of the hall, he could see you- still in the bed, sprawled onto the pillows after he’d had you that morning, rougher than the night before. 

Memories of Lucy Gray flashed before him, how she’d never let him do the things he wanted to with her, never let him be himself- not like you. You embraced him, every part of him, welcomed it and celebrated it, where she had rejected it. 

A polished shoe hovered above the earring, Coryo’s body weight pressing down fully, satisfied with the crunch he felt under his sole. A snap, a crumbling and shattering of pearls, the thin gold snapping in half, leaving a shattered disaster under his feet. The earring was her mother’s, and her mother’s before her, passed down through her family. Now, destroyed, discarded, and forgotten just like her family. 

Just like Lucy Gray. 

[dejwritesarchived]

( 𝟽𝟽𝟽 ) ⸻ pretty mouth, pretty girl !

before reading please be advised of the following — female reader, female antomy described, reader is black coded (descriptors included), modern au/non curse au, usage of spit, titty fucking, established relationship (reader & choso are dating), this fic belonged to another character but i gave it to my pookie, enjoy !

The coolness of the silver rings that decorate his fingers touched his lips as he was in deep thought. He liked you. Correction, he was pretty sure he was in love with you.  He liked the way your tongue licked the wrapping paper when you two smoked in your favorite spot after a joyride on his motorcycle. He liked how you lathered your lips in whatever lip gloss was in your miniature purse that could only fit a piece of candy and probably about two other things. He enjoyed how you talked—your voice like a sweet tune on a Sunday morning. He enjoys the sun bouncing off your brown skin, giving it a perfect glow—like a spec of gold was sprinkled on it.

 Choso enjoyed how your coils fell in your face after a successful attempt at whatever hairstyle that had his oversized t-shirt you wore the night before drenched in water and hair products. He loved that you got along with his brother Yuji Itadori; former flings couldn’t tolerate the pinked-haired male. But you, you seem actually to be able to have a conversation with him—so any stamp of approval from Yuji was huge for Itadori. He can go on and on—create countless Apple notes checklists about what he liked, cherished, and loved about you. But nothing beats the one thing that had his cock twitching in anticipation.

The way you looked up at him when you were on your knees.

Your plush, plump lips are swollen from kissing. Your knees are bruised from the wooden floors below your body—Choso forgot to put a pillow down. But he was sure he’d put a bandaid and clean up the bruises late on, but right now, he wanted to focus on you. Your pretty manicured hands holding your tits tightly together with his cock wedged in between them. The lewd, wet sound of the spit he hawked down on them and the lube he found me in his nightstand was like music to his ears. His burning ears felt so hot that he could have been running a fever.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Choso whined while his hips bucked upward several times. He wanted to touch you some more badly, but if he did—he’d come so quickly.

“Like what?” You questioned as your mouth gasped open just in time for thrust forward in between your boobs and your tongue to brush against the slit on his pink-shaded mushroom-shaped tip. Being sure to let your tongue briefly brush against the silver hoop that created his Prince Albert piercing.

“Shit, I can’t wait to fuck you after this.” He grunted through broken whines as he increased the movement of his hips. He was bucking so recklessly that it was causing you to fall backward just a bit.

Your hand grasped at his toned thighs to stop him briefly, “Slow down! You’re going to make me fall.” You glance up at him through your eyelashes, and instantly his cheeks fade to a crimson color in not only humiliation but the fact that he is about to cum.

“I’m sorry. I told you to stop making that fuckin’ face, and you just do it.” Choso says, his teeth nip on his lower lip. If he could, he would bite his lip off in embarrassment.

“I can’t help it that my face makes you about to come,” You respond before you grasp at the bottle of lube that is next to your body. You opened it, lathering it between your tits, and now grasped upon them tighter. “Now, you might want to hurry before the others come over for game night.”

Shit, Choso was thinking so much with his dick that he forgot about the game night.

He didn’t respond to your words. He went back to thrusting his girthy cock in between your boobs. With each thrust, you’re trying not to let the grasp on your boobs go. With each thrust, Choso’s beautiful eyes are staring down at you and how you look. 

This was the look he was talking about. The way your teeth dig into your bottom lip as if letting him titty fuck you was the most important task that you must concentrate on. Or that on some thrusts, your tits are spilling apart in one hand because you were so eager to rub at your clit through your panties—he already knew you were soaked. Chaotic sexual activities like this always had your panties soaked. So soaked that they stuck to your pussy lips briefly when he dragged them down your legs.  

His finger grasped at the wooden nightstand next to his bed to gain some form of balance as his thrusting continued. His head fell back in a temporary bliss, and he could feel his cock twitch in anticipation. His thick cock being wedged between your perfectly sized tits was driving him insane. His body heat increased with seconds, and he tugged the graphic t-shirt up and brought the ends of it in between his teeth so he could get a better view.

“Continue that; I’m about to come, baby.” Choso coos softly. 

He could feel his balls grow heavy, and he knew that he was about to release a heavy load. The way that you knew him, his soul, and his body so well—you knew it too. Your hands grasp tighter at your boobs, and you begin to maneuver your body to match Choso's reckless thrusting between your boobs. He lets out a dragged-out slur of your name before he's a coming mess. 

Thick ropes of cum shoot out the tip of his cock, similar to water squirting out of a water gun. His hand gripped his cock as he angles himself to paint his canvas. You, his stunning girlfriend. You wait patiently—no desperately for his cum. His cum that he lets shoots all over your pretty face. His cum that drips down on your perky tits—just adding on to the mess that decorates your chest. 

The sight of his white-shaded cum imprinting your face probably became his favorite look. Especially seeing the sight of you letting your tongue drag alongside your lips to collect the liquor that splattered on your lips.

Maybe the game night for tonight can be postponed. 

[ripleylove]

You rock my world.

pairing: Jey Uso x fem OC (Sharon).

genre:fluff and suggestive?

summary: As Jey and his twin brother Jimmy were eating at a Chinese restaurant,in front of them passed a beautiful girl,that Jey instantly took a liking on.

A/N: hi! posting this at almost 6 am cause seeing rhea on my screen after like three months gave me motivation so ye ALSO I couldn't sleep so I said fuck it in gonna post after weeks. hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

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The ramen shop Jey and his twin brother Jimmy were eating in was full to the brim,but,with a bit of persuasion,they managed to convince the owner to let them sit on the big window placed at the front of the traditional restaurant.

"C'mon,Jey! You promised you were gon' pay this! Why you arguing with me?" Jimmy exclaimed while making dramatic hand gestures to prove his point.

Jey sighed,and,clumsily,placed a hot dumpling in his mouth, enjoying the warm sensation it brought.

"Nah,uce,you are paying for it." Jey nonchalantly said,and Jimmy audibly gasped,making a few heads turn.

"You can't be for real! I paid the last time,so now it's your turn,uce!"

"But it was your idea to come here,why do I gotta pay!" Jey exclaimed,putting his wood chopsticks in his ramen bowl as he tragically turned to his twin brother.

As Jimmy's third plate of spring rolls arrived,Jey rolled his eyes.

"See? You wanna eat like a damn pig, you're gonna make me broke! That's what you're paying for,I ain't paying nothing." Jey said with a sassy tone to his voice,but their arguing quickly stopped. (or,at least, Jimmy's arguing.)

"Ooooo,look at that! God damn!" Jimmy muttered under his breath,and Jey couldn't help but stare at the beautiful girl passing just in front of them.

Her pitch black curly hair extended to her back, accentuating her brown and glowy skin.

Her red velvet dress flowed by its own on her perfect body,fitting like a glove on her curvy figure.

Her plump lips decorated with brown lip liner and lip gloss that was slightly lighter,and her perfectly made shimmer eyeshadow added more details to her flawless self.

Her matching stilettos completed her outfit, together with her black Birkin bag and her big gold hoop earrings.

Jey looked at her with,almost,heart eyes.

The confidence that her aura radiated, was able to captivate everybody's interest,and Jey wasn't any different.

As she was making her way to the bar where she would have to meet her best friend Karina,she turned around to make eye contact with the twins,but,especially,with Jey.

"Oh,man. She's looking at you!" Jimmy said,while teasingly nudging his younger twin's muscular shoulder.

Jey immediately acted confident,rubbing his beard with his rough fingers,while looking at the girl he deeply desired.

"That girl is mine." Jey said,standing up from his seat at the window,his twin mirroring his actions.

As he was standing,she was still looking at him,and as she saw him starting to approach,she smirked and started walking away.

Jey didn't hesitate to run out of the restaurant,but,as him and Jimmy were finally out,they couldn't manage to find her.

"That's it,man! This is how I lose the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" Jey whined,and looked at his brother with a look of defeat.

But,after some seconds,the girl came back to their sights,and she was just some meters away.

"She's so pretty." Jey whispered,as he watched her passing in front of him, probably heading to a bar close by.

The realization hit,and Jey decided to chase the most beautiful girl he's ever seen,while she was directed to the bar.

Entering the place,with both of the twins following behind her,she greeted her best friend Karina with a hug,that was reciprocated.

Besides the two pretty girls,a classy and quite old looking guy approached,and tried to hit on the girl Jey desired.

"Hey,I bet you, can't nobody get that girl." Jimmy whispered in Jey's ear,and the youngest twin rolled his eyes.

"Jim,I can get her." Jey looked at his brother with a 'I'm done with your bullshit' kind of look,and Jimmy tsked.

"I bet you never-Neverland,you can't." Jimmy teased his brother with a nudge in a joking manner.

"Watch me get that girl." Jey securely admitted,looking at the girl he wanted.

"C'mon,uce. Hurry up or they're gon' steal her from you!" Jimmy motivated his twin brother,and Jey finally decided to make a move.

With a confident walk to the front bar,Jey quickly but surely reached the girl he liked,and she was staring at his every move with her ocean siren eyes.

Jey offered his palm to her,a gesture that she immediately understood.

She removed her hand from the old man's grasp,and took Jey's instead.

A sincere smile lingered on Jey's face,while she wrapped her hands around his neck,and he wrapped his around her small but curvy waist,as a ballad song graciously embraced the two in a bubble of softness.

Her body moved gracefully against his,and Jey's large hands caressed oh,so tenderly her back,that was exposed thanks to her charming red velvet dress.

The dim yellow light of the bar created an intimate atmosphere,and her sparkly honey flavored body oil made her whole figure outstand.

As the chorus of the song gently filled the two lovebirds' ears,her icy blue eyes looked up at his chocolate ones,and they could already feel the connection between each other.

"So,what's your name,ma?" He asked while still looking at her,and he swore he saw a flush lingering on her cheeks for a moment.

"Sharon. Yours?" She asked back,and he smiled at her soft tone of voice,and he didn't hesitate to answer.

"Joshua,but I like to be called Jey." He admitted,and she mirrored his previous smile.

"Jey." She whispered under her breath with a sheepish smile,and,to him,it seemed like his name gilded off your tongue like honey.

"You could also call me yours." He added with a wink,and she rolled her eyes playfully.

"So...do you wanna get outta here?" He asked after some other songs played in the background (and after they danced them all),hopeful that you would agree.

In fact,she nodded and he let go of her waist,wrapping his large hand around hers,and the sensation it brought was priceless.

Jimmy was sitting at the front bar drinking his second glass of Martini,when he saw the both of them coming towards him with joined hands.

"I suppose you really did get her,uce. Wouldn't have expected my bro to have such a talent!" Jimmy snorted,taking another sip of his alcohol,and Jey gestured to him to shut up.

"Shut up! Uce, I'm gonna use your car to take Sharon out of here,and you gon' take a taxi. Got it?" Jey didn't even give time to his twin brother to respond when he gave you his (twin's) jacket,and brought you out of the bar.

Jimmy sat on the stool of the front bar with a deeply confused expression and he asked to himself,

"Did he just steal my car and my jacket?"

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[badboydevotee]

Beneath the Glitter

"Today is my birthday, so you're dining in style. I'm not going to eat any though, so you can finish it off." -Fico's birthday voiceline.

The restaurant was as extravagant as it was exclusive—a gleaming beacon of opulence nestled among the glittering skyscrapers. Its walls were adorned with velvet drapes and the air was filled with the gentle hum of classical music, the subtle clink of silverware, and the rustle of hushed conversations. Outside, the city glittered under the fading light of dusk, but inside, it was a world of indulgence, where the rich and powerful gathered to feast, to gossip, to flaunt their successes. You sat across from him, your heart a tangled mess of confusion and hesitation, unsure of what to make of the invitation. Romeo Scorpius Lucci, the man who oozed wealth and arrogance with every step he took, had asked you to join him for dinner. On his birthday, no less. But there was something unsettling about it—something you couldn’t quite place. His gaze was sharp, his posture immaculate, but his lips were pressed into a thin, cruel line. 

You had known Romeo for a while now, ever since you had crossed paths at the casino. He was a man of sharp edges, a man whose temper could ignite the room with a mere glance. It wasn’t hard to hear the stories—the whispers about how he had once been the crowned king of the fashion world, only to watch it crumble down to dust, and how he had clawed his way back from that fall with a vengeance. Everything about him screamed ambition and control, but today… today, he was different. The usual fire in his magenta eyes was muted, replaced by something unreadable.

He took a sip from his glass of wine, his lips curling slightly as he glanced at you, still silent. His hair, perfectly styled with the right side falling slightly longer than the left, caught the light from the chandelier above. The tips of his short gray hair darkened almost imperceptibly as it cascaded over his earring—each one a solid gold hoop, gleaming as brightly as the man himself. Despite the tension in the air, he looked… untouchable. Beautiful, even, though you’d never admit that to his face.

“This is a fine dining experience, BB” he said, his voice low but sharp, like the edge of a well-honed blade. “They’ve prepared a special tasting menu just for us.”

His tone held a hint of something else—something strange, like a thin layer of ice coating his usual arrogance. As he looked down at the elegant table setting, his red eyes—darker now in the dim lighting—flashed with irritation. You knew better than to speak when he was in one of these moods, especially when his temper seemed so volatile.

“It’s too bad you don’t have any appetite for the finer things in life,” you said softly, hoping to ease the tension in the room, to break through the wall he’d built around himself.

Romeo chuckled darkly, his lips curling into a wry smile. His voice came out clipped and almost condescending, like he was humoring you—one of the few things he ever did with genuine attention.

“Today is my birthday,” he declared, the words sharp and almost bitter as they passed his lips. “So you’re dining in style. I’m not going to eat any of it, though,” he added, leaning back in his chair with a languid stretch. His fingers grazed his gold earring absentmindedly, a habitual gesture that you’d seen him do countless times before. It was almost like he needed it to remind him that he was still in control. “You can finish it off.”

A part of you wanted to protest. You knew how meticulously Romeo valued every detail, every ounce of luxury and decadence. To see him not even touch the food—food that had been specially prepared—felt… wrong. But it wasn’t your place to question him. Not now. Not when his presence was so overwhelming, like the dark storm clouds gathering on the horizon.

The waiter approached, setting down a series of dishes one after the other: delicate amuse-bouches, perfectly seared foie gras, intricately arranged seafood towers, and the main course—a tender cut of wagyu beef, its rich aroma drifting through the air. It was a meal fit for royalty, but Romeo, true to his word, didn't so much as glance at it.

You stared at the plate before you, the warm light of the candles reflecting off the fine porcelain. The aroma of the food was intoxicating. It was rich, indulgent, everything he loved. Yet, there he sat, staring at his glass of wine, as if lost in thought, as if the celebration wasn’t for him at all.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Romeo said, breaking the silence, his voice now sharp with a hint of something deeper. “I’m not here to enjoy this. I have no time for pleasure when I’ve got more important things to attend to.”

You raised an eyebrow, a fleeting moment of disbelief washing over you. His obsession with money and status had always been something you’d never fully understood. But this… this felt like more. There was something in his eyes now, a flicker of vulnerability that he desperately tried to mask with that familiar sharpness, with the cold indifference that kept everyone at arm’s length.

His fingers drummed impatiently on the table, the sound of his rings against the fine wood the only noise in the otherwise still room. It was then that you realized the truth: this wasn’t a simple birthday dinner. He was fighting something. Fighting it in a way that was both desperate and painfully obvious.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you said quietly, pushing aside the delicate silver fork, suddenly aware of how strange the situation was. You’d never seen Romeo act like this before. He was always so in control, so driven by his insatiable hunger for success and wealth.

Romeo’s eyes flicked to you, his magenta irises flashing dangerously. His hand shot out, his fingers tightening around your wrist as he leaned forward, his voice low and unyielding. “You think I’m doing this for you? For anyone?” He let out a short, derisive laugh. “No. I’m doing this because I can. Because I have to.”

You didn’t pull away from his grip. It was firm, a reminder of how tightly he held everything in his life—his empire, his ambitions, even his emotions. You could see the strain in his jaw, the barely concealed rage flickering in the depths of his gaze.

“You can’t outrun your past, Fico,” you said softly, using the nickname he’d always insisted on. “You can’t keep punishing yourself like this. You deserve to enjoy something—just once.”

Romeo’s expression faltered, just for a second. It was as though your words had pierced through that armor of pride and defiance. His grip on your wrist loosened, and for a brief, almost imperceptible moment, the walls around him seemed to crack.

“I’m not like you,” he muttered, a rare admission slipping from his lips. “I can’t afford to be.”

You reached out, gently taking his hand. The warmth of your touch seemed to ground him in a way that nothing else had been able to. His eyes met yours, and for once, he didn’t look away, didn’t snap, didn’t rage. He simply stared, as if weighing the unspoken connection between the two of you.

“Maybe you can,” you said quietly, your voice a soft whisper in the midst of all the grandeur and extravagance. “Maybe you just need to let someone in.”

The air between you seemed to hum with something unspoken. He exhaled sharply, as if the weight of everything was momentarily too much to bear. For the first time in ages, Romeo Scorpius Lucci didn’t seem like the cold, calculating man who’d clawed his way to the top.

For a fleeting moment, he simply looked… human. And in that moment, something shifted between you both.

With a slow, almost reluctant movement, he picked up his fork, piercing a delicate slice of wagyu, before setting it back down with a soft sigh.

“Fine,” he muttered, his usual arrogance slipping back into his voice. “I’ll have a bite. But only because it’s my damn birthday.”

And for the first time that evening, you both shared a genuine laugh.

You couldn’t help but smile as Romeo finally took a bite of the wagyu, his eyes momentarily closing in appreciation. It wasn’t much—a small victory—but it was something. It was a crack in the armor, a rare moment where the walls around him seemed to crumble, just a little. And as he chewed slowly, his usual sharp gaze softened ever so slightly.

“You’re impossible, you know that?” you said, teasing him gently as you picked up your own fork. You couldn’t resist—he might be insufferable at times, but there was something undeniably magnetic about him. His stubbornness, his pride, even his scornful nature—everything about him was a puzzle that you couldn’t seem to put down.

Romeo's lips curled into that familiar smirk, but it was different now—less biting, more amused, like he was letting you in on some private joke only he understood.

“I’m not the one who’s impossible here,” he shot back, his tone still sharp but with a hint of warmth underneath. He leaned back in his chair, looking at you as though he were sizing you up, like you were the most intriguing thing in the room, despite the luxury that surrounded you both. His gaze lingered longer than it should have, as though he were trying to figure out why you, of all people, had the ability to disarm him so effortlessly.

You tilted your head, studying him in return. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him so vulnerable, but it was the first time he’d let you see it without the walls of anger and pride. For all his bluster, Romeo was a man driven by a hunger that went deeper than money or power—it was something else. Something raw. Something broken.

“I don’t know what you’re playing at, Fico,” you said, leaning in slightly, your voice low and steady. “But you don’t have to keep pretending you’re some perfect machine, only running on fuel and ambition. You’re allowed to—”

“Stop.” He raised a hand, his voice firm but not hostile. There was a slight tremor in his fingers, a hint of something beneath the surface. "I don’t *need* anyone’s pity or concern."

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the defensiveness in his tone. “I’m not offering either of those. Just... maybe a little bit of understanding. Maybe I’m the one who’s trying to figure out the puzzle.”

Romeo stared at you, his magenta eyes gleaming in the low light, and for a moment, the world outside the restaurant seemed to fall away. It was just the two of you, in this little bubble of rich, warm air, surrounded by fine dining and too many untold stories.

“I don’t need understanding,” he muttered, though there was a softness to his words that didn’t match his usual fire. “I just need what’s mine. What’s owed to me.”

You nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth in his words. His relentless pursuit of what he had lost was something you couldn’t ignore. The dreams of grandeur that haunted him. You could see it now, clearer than before—the weight that crushed him. It wasn’t just about money, not really. It was about power, control, and reclaiming something he had once thought was within his grasp, only to watch it slip away.

"Then I guess that makes two of us," you said quietly, and for a second, you wondered if he understood the subtle implication.

Romeo didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he took another bite of the food, his lips pressing into a thin line as he chewed thoughtfully. His magenta eyes flicked up to meet yours once more, the tension between you thickening as the air seemed to charge with something unspoken.

“I’m not someone you should get close to, you know,” he finally said, his voice low and earnest, a trace of something vulnerable creeping into his tone. "I’m not the kind of person who lets anyone in."

You knew that already. You knew that better than anyone else. But you also knew something he didn’t seem to realize—that sometimes, letting someone in wasn’t about fixing the broken parts. Sometimes, it was just about *being* there, without the expectation of anything in return.

“And yet, here we are,” you said softly, offering him a wry smile. “Maybe you don’t have to let me in. Maybe I’m just here for the ride.”

For a moment, Romeo’s gaze flickered, like he was deciding whether to laugh or argue. Instead, he simply looked at you—really looked at you—and the tension between you seemed to soften, just a fraction. The walls that had always been so solid around him were starting to bend. You weren’t sure if they’d ever come down completely, but for now, this—this strange, tentative truce—was enough.

Romeo took another sip of wine, his posture returning to something more casual, almost like he was letting go of some of the weight that had been pressing down on him all evening. His magenta eyes softened, not in affection, but in a quiet understanding that he didn’t need to push you away. Not yet, at least.

“So,” he said, his voice returning to its usual cocky tone, “this is a fine meal, but I expect you to finish it all. It’s my birthday, after all. And I do have a reputation to maintain.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused despite yourself. "You *really* are impossible," you muttered, but there was a smile tugging at your lips that you couldn’t quite suppress.

Romeo’s lips quirked into a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. “You’ll get used to it. Eventually.”

And just like that, the moment passed, and the two of you fell back into the dance you knew all too well—his sharp remarks and your knowing smiles, the ever-present tension between you both. But now, there was something else there too. A hint of understanding. A crack in his façade. 

Maybe he didn’t need to admit it out loud. But for once, Romeo Scorpius Lucci wasn’t the terrifying, untouchable man he always tried to be. And maybe—just maybe—neither were you.

The rest of the evening passed in a strange, comfortable silence, punctuated only by the occasional teasing remark, the clinking of silverware, and the soft sound of laughter that lingered between you both. And for once, the glistening city outside didn’t feel so far away.

It felt, for the first time in a long time, like it was within reach.

Ao3 vers.

Please love Romi <3

[romaevelizz]

Not proofread Blackfem! In mind. Just a bit random!!

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Thinking about Shoto with a blkbimbo!gf how when interning she’ll pull him to the side when walking the streets so she can give him a kiss the dark gloss combo on her lips staining his face before returning back to there patrols meeting back up with his hair all messy the dark gloss lingering around his lips.

How her hero costume in all pretty and just the right amount of skimpy, her qurik being Ice/snow based her chunky dc snow boots going with her one pice that let her but hand out just a bit(enough to get past Aizawa). The way her white costume reflected her dark tone so well with her jewelry.

He never whipped them off, he loved her lip combo and she went out of her way to ‘mess it up’ just to kiss him why would he whip her hard work away. He loved watching her reapply her glossy how she’s have him hold her phone so she could see herself in the camera.

Shoto never says anything on what she wears he knows how to fight. He loves her mini skirts and booty shorts, and low rises with her panty strings hanging off her curved hips, her skimpy shirts may it be colorful crop tops or cami tops with fishnets over the top and her accessories he got tired if her buying h&m hoops that broke and wore off of the pretty yellow gold she likes. So he buys her real gold, hoops, brackets and necklace. It’s all her and she never takes them off.

Shoto who at the end of the day loves watching in ready herself after the day has ended, him sitting close to her as she whips her face off doing her skincare. All the storms and steps, he loved the little imperfections on her dark skin form acne scars to blemishes she took care of her skin. The cute little head band she makes him wear with her as they do a face mask. She took care of him to.

Shoto loved his girlfriend even with the people in his ear ‘she’s just with your for your money’. He knew better. She never asked but he gave, and he’d continue to give.

[angelacademy]

Accessorising according to your face shape and undertones.

ⅰ. finding your face shape

▸ Oval: Your face is slightly longer than it is wide, with a rounded jawline and forehead slightly wider than the jaw.

▸ Round: Your face appears equally wide and long, with a rounded jawline and hairline.

▸ Square: Your face has a similar width across the forehead, cheekbones, and jawline, with a strong, angular jaw.

▸ Rectangular (Oblong): Your face is longer than it is wide, with a squared jawline and more length than a square face.

▸ Heart: Your forehead is the widest part of your face, tapering down to a narrow, pointed chin.

▸ Diamond: Your cheekbones are the widest part, with a narrow forehead and jawline.

▸ Triangle (Pear): Your jawline is the widest part, with a narrower forehead.

ⅰⅰ. finding your undertone

compare you skin colour to this chart, keeping in mind the colour of your veins as well to find your undertone.

ⅰⅰⅰ. finding the jewellery for you

▸ Oval Face Shape:

Earrings: Oval faces can wear almost any style. Long dangles, hoops, and studs all work well. Avoid overly long earrings that can elongate the face further.

Necklaces: Short necklaces, chokers, and collars can complement your balanced proportions.

▸ Round Face Shape:

Earrings: Opt for long, dangling earrings or angular shapes like rectangles and trapezoids to add length and define the face.

Necklaces: Long necklaces and V-shaped pendants can help elongate your face.

▸ Square Face Shape:

Earrings: Choose earrings with curves, such as hoops or rounded designs, to soften your angles. Long drop earrings work well, too.

Necklaces: Long necklaces with pendants or shapes that elongate and add curves, like teardrops, are ideal.

▸ Rectangular (Oblong) Face Shape:

Earrings: Choose studs, shorter dangles, or chandelier styles to add width and balance your face length.

Necklaces: Chokers and shorter necklaces can help shorten the appearance of your face.

▸ Heart Face Shape:

Earrings: Look for earrings that are wider at the bottom than the top, like teardrops and chandeliers, to balance the narrow chin.

Necklaces: Short necklaces, chokers, or necklaces with a curved shape to balance your chin and draw attention upward.

▸ Diamond Face Shape:

Earrings: Choose earrings that are wider than they are long, like studs or short dangles. Teardrop and curved designs work well.

Necklaces: Choose shorter necklaces or chokers to soften the angles of your face and add width to your jawline.

▸ Triangle (Pear) Face Shape:

Earrings: Opt for earrings that add width to the upper part of your face, like chandeliers, teardrops, or other designs that are wider at the top.

Necklaces: Look for necklaces with intricate details or bold designs to draw attention away from the jawline and add balance to your face.

▸ Warm Undertones

Characteristics: Yellow, peachy, or golden undertones. Veins may appear greenish.

Best Metal:

Gold: Yellow, rose, and even bronze gold tones work wonderfully with warm undertones. They enhance the natural warmth of your skin.

▸ Cool Undertones

Characteristics: Pink, red, or blue undertones. Veins may appear bluish or purple.

Best Metal:

Silver: Sterling silver, white gold, and platinum are ideal for cool undertones. These metals complement the cool hues in your skin.

▸ Neutral Undertones

Characteristics: A mix of both warm and cool undertones. Veins may appear bluish-green.

Best Metal:

Gold or Silver: People with neutral undertones have the flexibility to wear both gold and silver. Both metals will complement your skin tone, so you can choose based on your outfit or personal preference.

▸ Olive Undertones

Characteristics: A combination of green and yellow undertones, often giving the skin a slightly greenish cast.

Best Metal:

Gold and Silver: Olive undertones can generally wear both gold and silver. However, gold (both yellow and rose) can enhance the warm aspect of olive skin, while silver can bring out cool, greenish hues. Experiment with both to see which you prefer.

▸ Additional Tips:

Mixing Metals: Don't be afraid to mix gold and silver. This works especially well if you have neutral or olive undertones.

Skin Tone Changes: Your skin tone can change with the seasons (e.g. getting more tanned in summer), so you might find that different metals suit you better at different times of the year.

XOXO

[fandomnsfw]

I hate you I love you - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Prompt: Requested by Anon

Warning: Smut (hate sex)

Thank you to my wonderful Beta who edited this despite the stressful day she’s had! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

*****

You let out a growl, your growing apple green eyes flashing at Isaac from across the room. You saw Stiles rolls his eyes out the corner of your eye but you honestly could bring yourself to care because, for the second time in the last hour, you were five seconds away from ripping Isaac jugular out.  

He had one of his annoying scarves on along with a light grey cardigan, light denim jeans and a plain white t-shirt. While you wore the exact opposite of. You had a black blouse with a blood red leather skirt, a small Prada bag, gold hoop style earrings, a matching choker and a pair of black suede heels.  

Your lips were painted blood red, your eyes dusted with golds and browns with a thick wing and your hair was bouncy and curly courtesy of Derek though he would deny curling your hair until his dying breath.  

“Why don’t you just keep your fucking opinions to yourself?” You snarled viciously as you shot up from the ‘u’ shaped sofa in the newly built Hale house.  

“How about you keep your excessively painted lips shut!” Isaac snapped back causing Scott to let out a groan as if watching this caused him psychical pain.  

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You growled in anger.  

“Shutting up- Definition being told to shut up means to hold back your words and happily keep them to your fucking self!” Isaac huffed sarcastically.  

“No, I meant, why bring up my lipstick what does this have to do with anything!?” You grumbled resentfully.  

“I mean it’s a pack meeting and your dress up to the nines looking like somebody’s god damn Mistress. It’s off-putting in the most sickening and vomit inducing way.” Isaac laughed but as soon as the words left his mouth you were across the room.  

You felt the change take over your body as you tackled him to the floor, baring your fangs at him angrily. He only let out a laugh as he threw you off him only to stand up and stride towards you. However, before he could reach you Scott grabbed him while Derek grabbed you.  

“Let me go! I’m gonna kill him!” You yelled as you twist and turned in Derek’s arms in an attempt to escape.  

“Y/N, calm down!” Scott roared, his eyes flashing red as he stared at you from his spot behind Isaac.  

“Derek and Cora. Lock them in Isaac’s room until they get this out their system.” Scott huffed in annoyance as you tried to flap your arms, hoping Derek would show mercy.  

You and Isaac always got into verbal fights, however, today was a first. You and Isaac never ended in physically violent altercations, still for some reason today his words just seemed to piss you off more than usual.  

Derek threw you into the room before Cora followed suit, throwing Isaac with slightly more aggression than Derek had thrown you. You tried to launch at the open door but before you could they closed it firmly before you heard the clicking of several padlocks. You let out a frustrated growl as you turned to Isaac your eyes flash green once again.  

“This is YOUR fault!” You snarled your tone filled with more wrathful than before.  

“I hardly think it is! If you weren’t such a bitch all the time we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Isaac retaliated.  

“ME!? THIS STARTED BECAUSE YOU BASICALLY SAID I DRESS LIKE A HOMEWRECKING SLUT!” You screamed, your fangs extending as you approached him.  

“I said Mistress. I never said slut!” Isaac chuckled as he flashed his golden eyes at you.  

Without another word you launched at him, effectively tackling him to the ground. You pulled your fist back before bringing it down across his stupidly defined cheekbone. He let out a hiss of pain before reaching up and taking your throat in his hand and flipping you both over so he was now on top of you, his hand still wrapped around your throat.  

You clawed at his hand and arm hoping to rid your throat of the pressure but much to your dismay it seemed rather impossible. His hand wasn’t squeezing but that didn’t mean you felt comfortable enough to have this gorgeous man’s hand round your throat.  

“I will only allow you to hit me once, sorry, sweetie.” Isaac growled, his hand tightening around your neck causing you to gasp for air.  

“I hate you!” You snapped as you thrashed around underneath him.  

“The feelings mutual.” Isaac laughed before staring into your eyes as they return to Y/E/C.  

Silence fell over both of you for what felt like minutes but in reality, it was seconds. Seconds of silence before his eyes drifted to your lips for a millisecond, then his lips were on yours. His hand never loosening around your neck.  

But if that wasn’t enough of a shock. Then you kissing back, with just as much hostility, was. There was nothing gentle about this kiss it was full of pure hatred and quite honestly? It was the best kiss you’d ever had. Your hands weaved their way into his hair, pulling at the roots aggressively as your tongue fought for dominance. Which to be perfectly honest was becoming more difficult to keep up.  

There was a secret that you hid from everyone in your pack. A truth you could barely fathom at the best of times. And that is the love you feel for this man with his hand round your throat. Saying it like that you knew it sounded insane but right now you were in the middle of a quarrel. And for as much and for as long as you’ve argued with this man, he had been the object of affections for way longer.  

It had started in junior year right after the Nogitsune, though you didn’t know that at the time. You had just come to Beacon Hills along with your Aunt Sophia and her newest husband Enrique for the summer. She had recently gotten a large sum of money from her most recent divorce which meant apparently getting a magnificent cabin in the woods near the lake coursing through the little town.  

You had asked why you couldn’t get one in a larger town or maybe even a cabin in the middle of nowhere but you Aunt’s response was always the same. ‘I used to come here as a child with your mother.’ She rather talked about your mother so you just nod your head and went along with it.  

It was a few days into your stay when you’d gone out to the lake to relax. You had a book to read and a blanket to lay on. However, before you’d realised it the sun had begun to set. You let out a huff as you stood up taking out your phone to light up the path. But before you could get any further you heard a howl.  

In the five seconds it took for you to realise there should be no wolves in California there was a heavy body covering you’re and a set of animalistic teeth sunk into your side. You wanted to let out a scream but it felt like any sound died as you finally looked at the thing with its teeth in your side. You’d watched enough movies and played enough 'Witcher' for you to know this wasn’t a wolf…it was a werewolf.  

That night a rogue Alpha bit you less than a minute later Scott and his pack were sitting you down and apologising like it was their fault. He explained what would happen and you took in everything as well as you could.  

When you thought your life couldn’t get any worse the first time you transformed you took the shape of a were-jaguar and months later…You met Kate and suddenly you felt sick to the stomach. You had never hated your were-jaguar but after that day, you did.  

But this boy who is pulling back from the kiss panting? He said something to you after you began to hate your true form, which not only shocked you but shook you to your core.  

*  

His eyes were hooded as he clutched his side in pain. The berserker had managed to slice open his stomach as he jumped in front of you when you’d fell to the floor in shock. The shock that you were anything like Kate Argent.  

You’d never met her but that didn’t mean you didn’t know her. This cruel, vindictive, sociopathic woman who murder innocent people and took advantage of a broken-hearted child who had just lost his first love. You were like her.  

Isaac grabbed you face when you didn’t respond to him calling your name. His eyes stared into your, panic and concern evident in them that you honestly couldn’t bring yourself to care about…because you were like Kate Argent.  

“Listen to me!” Isaac roared causing you to snap out of your daze.  

“YOU are nothing like HER.” Isaac added softly.  

“H-Her eyes are l-like m-mine…” You muttered brokenly, tears welling in your eyes.  

“No! Her eyes are slimy bugger green! Yours are the most beautiful apple green I will ever have the pleasure of seeing!” Isaac argued with a laugh.  

*  

So as much as his words didn’t seem like they should have caused any other emotion apart from humour it had changed your opinion of yourself quite drastically.  

His hand flexed around your throat again causing you to snap out of your memory. His eyes were hooded with lust as he stared down at you as if waiting for any sign that you wanted him to stop. Instead of giving him an honest answer you let your usual lie slip out once again.  

“I. Hate. You.” You punched out viciously.  

He snarled angrily before bringing his lips down to yours once again. It was just as rough and hate-filled as the last one but that didn’t stop you from returning it. You knew if you told him to stop he would. But right now the man you love is kissing you and even though you know it’s hate he feels you couldn’t bring yourself to care because having his hand and lips on your is much more satisfying than you ever thought it would or could be.  

“That just what I was about to say, Princess.” Isaac growled in annoyance as he pulled away from your lips.  

As soon as his hand moved from your neck you rolled over so you were straddling him once again. You smirked down at him as his hand gripped your hips tightly, his claws scratching again your red leather pencil skirt this had risen up to your mid-thighs just enough so you could straddle Isaac but not enough for it to be comfortable.  

“What you gonna do, Isaac? Hmm? You gonna hate fuck me?” You laughed as you leant down brushing your lips against his ear.  

“You gonna rip my clothes off, pin me to the floor and fuck into my tight lit-”  

Before you could finish your taunting he sat up and gripped your hair tugging it so your eyes were now on the ceiling. His actions caused a dirty, dark yet seductive giggle to leave your mouth. He let out and growl as he began biting your neck harshly.  

“Come on, Isaac, you can do better than that.” You teased seductively. He let out a feral growl before you felt claws ripping through your blouse. You would be pissed off, but honestly, your only concern was having his skin on yours as he fills you up.  

Without another word he stood up, wrapping your legs firmly around his waist before moving to the bed and throwing you down. Once there he ripped away the remanence of your top before flipping you over and unzipping your skirt. After he unzipped it he flipped you back over before pulling it off your body.  

“Why not just rip the skirt?” You snorted, rolling your eyes to add effect.  

“Because you spent three months trying to find the perfect red leather skirt and I’m not that cruel.” Isaac huffed but before you could register his words he ripped away your shoes and underwear, leaving you completely naked except for your jewellery.  

You weren’t ashamed of your body but that didn’t mean you didn’t feel slightly uncomfortable with your naked and Isaac still very much dressed. Choosing to strip him down rather than cover yourself, you began taking off his cardigan before ripping off his top leaving him shirtless.  

He knelt up before awkwardly shedding his jeans and boxers leaving you to stare at his now naked self. His abs weren’t as defined as some of the other members of the pack but that didn’t bother you because in your eyes he was perfect despite the fact you would likely never tell him that.  

You flicked your claws back out before raking them down his chest enough to leave red marks but not enough to draw blood. He shivered against your touch before he leant down and began pressing kisses and bites down your body. Once he reached his destination he didn’t ease into it choosing instead the viciously assault your clit sucking and biting at it mercilessly.  

Your back arched at the sudden pleasure, gripping his hair firmly as you thrust upwards chasing your own pleasure. To your shock he didn’t make a move to stop you, instead, he stuck out his tongue and let you grind against it.  

After letting you grind on his tongue for a few seconds he gripped your hips to stop you moving again, causing you to let out a whine of annoyance. You heard him chuckle slightly before you felt two very long fingers enter you, as his mouth went back to roughly sucking on your clit.  

“F-Fuck!” You cursed loudly as you felt your stomach tighten at the intensity. You knew you were close and at any other time you’d welcome this however as much as you wouldn’t say it, you wanted to cum with him.  

“Are you go-going to play with me all day or are you going to fuck me!?” You panted, as you tried to stop yourself from reacting the amazing pleasure he was giving you.  

He let out a growl before taking out his fingers and kneeling up to look at you with a glare. He gave you smirk that honestly sent shivers down your spine, but before you could ask he thrust three fingers into you roughly.  

The slight burn didn’t last long because he suddenly started pushing and rubbing against your special spot. You knew what it was, you’d played with yourself enough times to know how to have a g-spot orgasm, however, none of your partners knew how to find it if they even knew it existed.  

“Carry on taunting me and I’ll make you cum so many times, you’ll beg me to stop.” Isaac growled lowly causing you to let out a filthy moan in response.  

He pulled out his fingers before lifting up your legs and pushing them back as far as your flexibility would allow. He lined himself up before glancing down at you with an unreadable expression you’d never seen on his face, but before you could figure it out. It was gone.  

He pushed into you roughly earning a gasp from you as your eyes widened at how big he felt inside of you. You could tell he was big but now he was inside of you, you could feel just how big he really was.  

You had never fucked anyone without a condom. Not because you’d get pregnant, since you were on the contraceptive pill, but mostly because of diseases. However, with werewolves, you knew you never had to worry about that.  

The feelings of his bare cock inside was almost enough to have you cumming right then and there. You clung to his arms tightly as he paused, allowing you to adjust to him. After a minute you thrust upwards to test it out, letting out a loud whining sound as you did. He shot you a smirk before gripping the back of your thighs and changing the angle until he seemed satisfied.  

He began thrusting into with firm yet slow thrusts, his cock brushing your g-spot with every thrust he gave. When your moans got higher pitched and slightly louder he began pounding into you, abusing the special spot as he did.  

The more he brushed across that spot, the higher you would moan. Right now you were in the palm of his hands, leaving you open and vulnerable to him finding out your true feelings. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop as you threw your arms around his neck pulling him down so your lips were against his ear.  

“Please Isaac…” You moaned into his ear before you could stop yourself.  

He pulled back enough to look at you, his eyes widened in shock as he took in your face. Your eyes were glazed with tears or pure pleasure, your face was flushed and your breath was heavy and broken with occasional moans escaping your lips. His eyes softened at you sight before his arms let your thighs go and wrapped your legs around his waist.  

His arms moved to the side of your head, one forearm supporting him whilst the other curled around your head in what could only be described as an intimate action as his thumb caressed your cheek.  

“Okay. Okay, baby, I got you.” Isaac whispered softly before he began thrusting into your with firm slow thrusts.  

His forehead rest against yours, his lips occasionally brushing across your cheeks or your lips. His thrusts never faltering, even when you felt yourself begin to tighten around him. You arched against him, your chest pressing together as his thrusts sped up a little.  

“Isaac…’M gonna…” You whined before letting out a loud keening sound.  

“I know baby…Cum for me.” He whispered in your ear, his hand stroking your hair softly.  

His words did everything to finally tip you over the edge, the orgasm was one of the most powerful you’d ever had. Your body was shaking as you clamped around his cock, the release itself was enough to soak his shaft and dampen the bed sheets.  

“S-Shit Y/N!” He groaned huskily against your neck as his thrust finally lost their rhythm as he came inside of you earning a moan of approval from you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and looked up at you with tired yet satisfied eyes.  

Silence fell over your both as you stared into each other’s eyes. Neither of you knew what to say. No one knew how to end this scene or how to start the much need conversation. You were both stuck but honestly, even if you tried to move you couldn’t because your body was still shaking and twitching from your orgasm.  

Isaac noticed this and began caressing your left shoulder with his right hand. As if trying to calm your body down from its post-orgasmic bliss. He leant down, his eyes never leaving yours before pressing the softest most careful kiss you’d ever felt on your lips.  

“I don’t hate you.” He muttered timidly against your lips.  

You didn’t need to ask. You knew what he meant but right now saying it wouldn’t feel right so he kept it to himself but you heard it loud and clear. The truth.  

‘I love you’

“I don’t hate you either.” You responded with a blush.

‘I love you too’

He stared into your eyes with a smile as he finally kissed you passionately as if he’d waited his entire life for this moment. And honestly…You could bring yourself to disagree with that unsaid statement.  

[totothewolff]

The Speed Game of Love

Toto x reader | comedy, crack humor (RuPaul's Drag Race bang), romance, fluff.

Summary: Three fierce queens will race for your love, but only one will win your heart. Could it be the spicy Carla LaTurbo Slayz, the fierce Adore D. Hammer, or the queen of England herself, GiGi Reigns? Or maybe that sexy host could get some! Hosted by the hot and only Toto Wolff. Author's note: It's short and fun. Y/N has the hots for Toto, as usual. Who doesn't?! Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts or if you have an idea, here I am."

More Toto Wolff fics right here > Masterlist

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From the racing capital of the world is The Speed Game of Love.

And here is your host...

The hot and only Toto Wolff.

(Opening music plays, and the camera pans over the bright and sparkling stage. Toto Wolff is standing there in fullness, tallness, and hotness, just a few steps away from you. As you peek in from behind the entrance, he is looking as sexy as you expected that man to be, dressed in a sluty tight suit, his eyes set on you for a brief second making your knees and other regions jiggle as he starts the show).

"Welcome to the Speed Game of Love. I'm your hot, I mean host! Toto Wolff." he winks at you before moving to his mark at the cue.

(Cheers, gaps, and a loud moan come from the sound effect console as Toto passes a hand on his hair and smiles big and bright straight at the pro camera).

"Let's meet tonight's lucky heartracers!" he gestures with both arms to his left.

(Cut to a shot of the competitors, each one dressed in their best sickening drag looks, all sitting in white bar stool chairs next to each other)

"It's the Queen of tracks! And hearts! Adore D. Hammer!" Toto approaches a fierce-looking queen. "Ready to smash some?" Toto raises his eyebrows as he asks.

"Oh, dear, I'm more than keen for some hammer time!" Adore answers, thrusting with her hips slowly.

She's rocking a sparkly, sluty version of the iconic jumpsuit in neon yellow and black from MC Hammer's iconic "U Can't Touch This" music video, but cinched for the gods along with really high-platform sneakers.

The jumpsuit is embellished with rhinestones and sequins that shimmer and shine under the stage lights. Adore's dreadlocks hung loose around her ears but with a glamorous, over-the-top twist.

Her makeup is bold and bright, with bold eyeliner, vibrant eyeshadow, and a shining golden lip. Her skin is glowing with a subtle shimmery highlight that makes her look like she just stepped out of a disco ball.

Toto gives her a chuckle before moving along.

"Next, Carla LaTurbo Slayz!" He strolls to her, mic in hand. "Miss Turbo, I heard you got some horsepower tonight! How are you, honey?"

(After he asks the question, a loud moan is heard as a sound effect).

"I'm 'fuel'-tastic, Toto!" she blows a kiss to the camera and shows some lil' leg.

She's rocking a stunning, one-shoulder gown made from the finest silk in a rich, jewel-toned red that evokes the majestic flamenco dancers of Andalusia. The dress is fitted and figure-hugging, accentuating her curves in all the right places.

Her hair is a masterpiece; a few strategically placed braids and hairpins add a touch of Andalusian flair.

Her eyes are lined with bold, black kohl and smudged with shimmery gold eyeshadow to create a sultry, seductive gaze. Her lips are painted a deep, crimson red. Her accessories are chunky gold jewelry.

"Up next, it's GiGi Reigns. Is Your Highness ready to conquer this race?" Toto turns to her, bowing first.

"Keen to have a smooth pit stop and a great finish!" an old lady's voice with a thick Windsor accent answers.

She is rocking a look that's equal parts regal and ridiculous. She's donning a velvet-trimmed corset and hoop skirt that's so big it requires its own zip code.

The skirt is a riot of colors, with florals and patterns. GiGi's hair is a marvel; think Elizabeth I's famous ruff but on steroids! Her locks are styled in towering curls that resemble a pompadour.

Her makeup is a masterpiece of over-the-top opulence. Layers of foundation, blush, and powder are applied with the precision of the era, but they make her look old, really old, with wrinkles adorning her features.

Her accessories are an array of fake pearls that look like they belong on the Queen herself.

"Let's start your engines! Close that pit wall!" Toto instructs as the obstructing divider slides from the wall. It looks exactly like a pit wall fence but glamorous, all in metallic pink, blocking the view from both sides.  

As you are about to enter the stage, an empty, small white podium is waiting for you.

"Our wag tonight is from (Y/N's City/Country). Meet (Y/N's profession/studies), Y/N, Y/LN!" Toto introduces you as you step in, smiling at him.

"Mmm, you look good!" Toto runs his eyes all over your body as he approaches you and offers a hand to help you step on the podium.

You feel the heat instantly.

"What brings you smoking gear around here? Did your engine overheat?" Toto addresses you, starting to lean closer to you.

"I'm just looking for touch at this point!" you answer, plain and honest.

(Aww noises come from the sound effect panel).

"Uhmmhu!" Toto gets closer to you than his mark on the floor suggests. He gestures to you to articulate more as he stands by your side, slowly sliding a hand down on your back.

How you react to his touch makes him smile naughtily.

In between a nervous giggle, you explain: "I tried the apps and whatnot, but nothing worked, so my friends suggested I come here to speed up the process. You know, to look for something accelerated, fast-paced." You wink at him, gaining confidence, feeling his eyes traveling down your lips and neck.

"Oh, so you like it fast-paced? Who doesn't like to get their flag chequered hard!" Toto keeps your game of innuendos, flirting with you along.

You nod and bite your lip; he arches his eyebrow slightly.

"Then, you came to the right place!" his voice is deep, and he flexes his arm so you can enjoy the view of his muscles as Toto grabs his mic. "So, Y/N, here's how the game works: You ask the heartracers some questions, and they will try to win this lap for your heart with their answers. When the time runs out, you choose who steps into your podium. Are you ready to race?"

"I AM!" you feel pumped up!

(Engine noises are heard in the studio, indicating the start of the lap).

You read one of your cue cards. "Heartracer number one, finish the following sentence: If I was your car to run me on a race, you would leave me (blank...) at the end."

"In desperate need of a new set of wheels. Oh! I would run you relentlessly from one side of the circuit to the other!" Adore answers, jumping on her feet and doing the iconic MC Hammer moves, passing by in front of the other contestants.

You laugh and nod at the excellent answer. "And you, number two?"

"I would leave you revving for more! You would want me to run you down over and over again around these corners." LaTurbo answers with a very sexual voice, sliding her hand all over her body curves.

"And you, madam, number three?" you ask.

"At the finish line... eventually! I'm a lady of a certain age, darling." GiGi Reigns' elderly voice answers, making you and Toto burst into giggles.

"If it was me, I would have you shifting gears so hard that I would end up breaking you down. But that's me!" Toto jokes, inserting his answer there. "Let's move on to the next question, shall we, Y/N?"

"YES! Let me push that pedal all the way in!" you joke back.

"All the way in?!" Toto asks, now curious, in a high-pitched voice. "Fast-paced and all the way in. Taking notes!" He swaps his cue cards around.

"I think that one's hammer is starting to show! Haha," GiGi Reigns adds, inserting herself into the conversation, bumping Adore with her hand, and both of them taking a small peek at Toto's crotch.

"Please, give head, go ahead, I meant!" Toto jokes with you.

"Based on yourself, how would you prefer to be called if you were a fuel brand?" you ask the contestants.

"Piston Pumping, you gotta keep the hammering for miles long!" Adore gives her answer in perfect branding.

"Fuel-in' Around, just kidding," Carla waves her hand.

"The Lube for The Crown, cause at this age, darling, you need some extra help." GiGi slowly spreads open her legs, making rusted noises, cracking you up again.

"I'd be, Fuel Me Maybe, you know, like tonight, after this show," Toto flirts shamelessly as the game progresses, making it clear that he's interested in none other than you.

"Final question," you go ahead. "Imagine you are an F1 team. Sell yourself to me."

"On the Hammerella F1 Team, competition can't touch us! We are faster than you can say parachute pants!" Adore D. Hammer answers.

"On El Toro Racing, we are unleashing the bull full speed, with fury and passion and with a whole lot of rhythm, ahhhh." Carla LaTurbo's every word gets more sexual somehow as she answers your question, her hands going all over her neck and legs.

Finally is GiGi's turn: "On the Motor on the Bus, The Queen's Royal Racing Team, we race round and round, vroom and vroom, all through the town." She pauses before adding, "But with protocol, dear."

GiGi's stupid answer makes you gag.

"Oh, time is up! Y/N, who do you choose from our heartracers? Number one, two or three?" Toto comes near to you again.

Fuck! He smells so good! That's an arousing cologne.

(A dramatic pause comes before you turn straight at him to give your definitive answer).

"You," you point at Toto. "I choose you!" answering aloud to everyone's... actually... to no one's surprise!

"I'd love to take you for some good ol' laps!" he blows a kiss to you. "But first, let's meet the ones you didn't choose! Say hello to Adore D. Hammer."

"Oh! This hammer would have broken you in half, dear!" she jokes with you as she looks you up and passes along, thrusting the air on her way out.

"and Carla LaTurbo Slayz," Toto again shouts, extending his arm.

"This," she closes her hand at you, moving it around your body, "Has red flag all over," she says, belittling you as she goes out, pretending to be insulted by you rejecting her.

"Finally, GiGi Reigns! Madam..." Toto bows one last time.

GiGi takes her time walking there, making grunt noises as she grabs her back, complaining, making you two lose it.

"I, TOO, CAN COMMAND THE WIND, SIR!" She screams out of nowhere in the most Shakespearean voice, catching you two off guard.

Like GiGi got possessed for a second before she composes herself and gives "royal hand waves" politely as she dramatically exits.

"WHHAAT?" you say, catching your breath between laughs.

"Ready to blow my engine?" Toto triumphantly asks, holding you up like a trophy as he wraps his arm around your waist.

"Against the pit wall?!" you joke around, laughing on his lips, standing next to it.

"Another Speed Game of Love with a... happy ending! To me!" Toto winks. "Good night, everybody!"

(You two wave at the lense before you wrap him in a passionate kiss as the camera cuts to black)

You don't make it further than his dressing room.

The audio crew picks up the loud moans and smashing noises coming from there, as Toto is still wired, and they quickly turn off the equipment.

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Snowfall, Part 2 - Recognized

Summary: Bucky escorts Leia to a “meet the author” function hosted by her publisher. An encounter with an overly-friendly fan leads to the revelation that Leia is facing some challenges.

Length: 4.6 K

Characters: Bucky, Leia, Pepper Stark, Happy Hogan, OMC.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content (not explicit) which may be unsuitable for those under the age of 18, stalker behaviour, Leia concerned for Bucky’s well being.

<<Part 1

Friday couldn't come soon enough for Bucky.  He talked to Sam on Thursday about meeting Leia and being completely bowled over by her.  At first, his friend teased him but when Bucky didn't respond to the bait, Sam's tone changed.

"You're really serious about her?" he asked, curious at how Bucky's voice changed when he spoke about her.  "That's fast."

"I am," admitted the super soldier.  "It's like I've known her for a long time but there's so many layers to her that I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know her better.  The best part is that I have no doubts about us; she makes me feel good in every way."

"Damn, that's something."  Sam's voice was warm and supportive.  "I should make a trip to New York soon to meet her.  If she's all that, then it's a good thing for you."

"It is a good thing for me, and I'll spend all my time with her being the best man I can be."

On Friday evening, Bucky walked to Leia's through the light snowfall.  He carried his dress shoes in a gym bag, not wanting to get them wet.  He also carried a change of clothes, after confirming with her that this time he was staying.  He wore his only suit, a black one, with a white shirt and black tie, sending her a selfie before he left, to make sure it was okay for the occasion.  She sent back a short video of her blowing him a kiss, that made him feel giddy with anticipation.  The look on her face when she opened her apartment door was proof that she was impressed.

"Wow, you look great," she smiled.  "You could have been a model."

His cheeks warmed up in embarrassment at her compliment as he took his walking shoes off, then he took a good look at her, wearing a red knit dress that hugged her body, with sleek black boots, her hair pulled back into a low bun and gold hoops in her ears.

"You look stunning.  Red is your colour."

"Thank you."  She noticed his bag.  "You can put your bag in the bedroom, if you want, and change into your dress shoes."

Following her to the bedroom, Bucky placed his bag on a chair and took his dress shoes out.  She waited as he put them on, trying not to seem like she was hovering.  Standing up when the lacing was done, he approached where she leaned against her dresser, idly taking one of her hands in his.

"I should be nervous," he said quietly, kissing her hand.  "I'm not very good at social situations but with you I feel calm."

She glanced down for a moment, then swallowed.  "For what it's worth, I feel the same about you."  The buzzer from the lobby sounded and she looked at him apologetically.  "That will be the driver.  We should get down there."

He helped her on with the red coat, then waited as she locked up.  When they entered the lobby the driver nodded at her, then noticed Bucky, his eyes widening slightly in recognition.  The ride into Manhattan took a little longer due to the snow on the streets but they didn't mind, as they held hands in the back seat.  Several times during the drive, the driver glanced back at Bucky in the rear-view mirror, confirming that he recognized the super soldier.  At the location where the event was being held, he gave Leia a card with his phone number, explaining he would need about 10 minutes lead time to pick her up.

"Make sure you're not alone while you're waiting," he said, then gestured to Bucky.  "I'm sure this guy will keep you safe."

Before either of them could comment he left them at the entrance.  After checking Leia's coat in, they were directed to the event, a transformed workspace in a former industrial building.  Holding Bucky's hand, she looked for her agent, finding her inside the large area which was decorated with a winter theme. 

"Adriana, you're here," said the older woman, air kissing Leia on both cheeks.  "Who is your handsome date?"

"Roberta, this is Bucky Barnes." 

Her agent hesitated for a moment, then offered her hand.  Bucky's presence obviously surprised her, but she quickly introduced him to her husband, then sought out the host of the event, introducing the pair.  He was gracious to both, then advised Leia that she would be introduced along with several other authors mid way through the evening, followed by her participation in a book signing.  In the meantime, she should mingle.

"Let's get a drink," she suggested to Bucky. 

As they made their way to the bar, she noticed the way people looked at Bucky with trepidation and whispered to each other.  By the time she placed her request for some white wine, she was troubled by the reaction to him.  With their glasses in hand, they retreated to a spot where they felt comfortable.  Soon, Leia felt Bucky's fingers touching her own.

"I'm alright," he said, feeling a little bothered at the scrutiny that was being directed at her because of his presence.  "I'm not bothered by the whispers.  I've heard it enough times."

"Well, it bothers me," she declared.  "They don't even know you."

"True, but my past makes it difficult for them to approach me.  Most people don't see past what I was."

Another guest arrived, being well known enough to cause some excitement and divert attention away from Bucky and Leia.  After she was introduced to a few people, the new arrival looked around, making eye contact with Bucky, and smiling.  Immediately, she came over, raising her hand in greeting.

"I didn't expect to see you here," said Pepper Stark, smiling kindly at him.

"I'm here with Leia," he replied, then looked at his date with a slight frown.  "Am I to introduce you by your pseudonym or your real name?"

"If it's a friend you trust, my real name, otherwise my pen name, or both," smiled Leia.

"Pepper Stark, meet Leia Dunn, otherwise known as Adriana Weller," said Bucky.

"Yes, the author of Reflections on a Small Town," exclaimed Pepper.  "I enjoyed that very much.  I'm glad your agent submitted the manuscript to us.  We're already getting some interest for the movie rights." 

"You own the publishing company?" asked Leia.

"Stark Industries is the parent company, but I am involved in editorial decisions so basically, yes."  She noticed someone she knew and nodded towards him as he also saw her.  "You'll have to excuse me while I pay my respects to this man.  I have to play nice with him."  She stepped a few feet away then looked back.  "We'll talk more.  I'm glad to see you here, Bucky."

"How do you know her?" asked Leia, looking up at her date.

"Well, she was part of the force fighting Thanos during the Battle of Earth," said Bucky.  "She also helped provide evidence of my treatment under HYDRA, sending the decrypted files that proved it was torture to my lawyer.  She's been supportive ever since."

"That was nice of her."  Leia squeezed his hand.  "I'm glad she came to say hi."

After Pepper's acknowledgment of Bucky, they noticed more people smiling at them, and several others stopped to make small talk.  It was obvious that if the CEO of Stark Industries was okay with his presence, they could be as well.  Shortly after the host appeared on the dais and welcomed everyone to the formal part of the event.  He introduced the six authors in attendance, sharing a brief summary of their writing careers after inviting them up to the stage.  Then he called Pepper up to say a few words.

Bucky watched from the back of the room, his glass in hand, when his attention was taken by another man at the back of the room, watching the proceedings.  There was something off about him, in a non-specific way; there wasn't one particular thing that bothered him about the man.  He attributed the feeling to his years as the Asset, noticing the small details as part of a bigger picture.  While the man took pictures with his cell phone of the authors as they talked about their current books, Bucky watched him closely, as it seemed that the man took more photos of Leia than anyone else.  Then Bucky's attention was drawn back to the podium where the host announced that the authors would be signing copies of their books for the attendees, at tables set up around the venue.  Closing his remarks, the host thanked everyone for attending on such a wintry night, exhorting them to get home safely. 

Leia looked for him from the stage, giving him a little shrug that he interpreted as her regret for keeping him there a bit longer.  He shrugged back, with what he hoped was a supportive smile as she followed one of the publisher's assistants to a table at the edge of the large space.  Joined by Pepper, they both watched as Leia began signing her books, engaging with the people that lined up at her table.

"She's lovely," said Pepper.  "You must have just met because she only moved here about 10 days ago."

"Wednesday," he replied.  "She lives several blocks from me, and we both ended up in the same coffee shop at the same time.  We just clicked.  This is our second date."

"What are you up to these days?"

"I finally got my settlement for back pay and the PoW treatment," he replied.  "Trying to decide whether to put some of it towards buying a house or investing it.  I might go to school and take some courses.  Have to do something now that it looks like the Avengers aren't starting up anytime soon."

He didn't tell her about the numerous offers to become a hit man, offers that made him wonder if the world would ever see him as someone other than the Winter Soldier.  It wasn't a career he was interested in returning to.

"Yeah."  She shook her head, that single word said in a way that was not just sad but disappointed.  "I had to sell the tower.  It was always Tony's project and the constant upkeep just on the security systems alone without him in charge was more than what I was capable of.  Don't even talk to me about the taxes."

"I'm sorry.  That must have been difficult."

"It was."  She looked up at him.  "Maybe once the election is over you and Sam can head up a revamped version of the Avengers with the new administration.  You showed them that they're still needed."

He shrugged, knowing Sam had been lobbying extensively for that, but had basically been ignored in official circles.  Then he frowned.  The man who had been taking pictures was in Leia's lineup, seeming a little too intense for his liking.  Pepper looked at where Bucky's attention was focused.

"Problem?"

"He was back here taking pictures of all the authors, but mostly Leia."  He shook his head.  "The way he was focused on her set off some warning bells in my head."

Pepper took her phone out, took a picture of the man, and sent it in a text message to someone.  Within moments she got an answer. 

"He's not an invited guest," she said.  "Bucky, go stand behind Leia, while I get security over to deal with him.  I'll explain later."

With a nod, he headed over to the table, standing behind Leia.  She looked back and smiled at him, receiving one in return.  As she spoke to each person, and made out the dedication to them, even posing for selfies with some of them, he tried to keep his face neutral, so that the man, who was now next in line, didn't get spooked.  Bucky was aware of several security people approaching from the perimeter of the room, but they still had to wade their way through the people that were standing around.

"Hi, who should I make this out to?" asked Leia of the man, unaware of the drama that was unfolding.

"Edward," he said, leaning in close.  "Would you please sign it with your real name?"

She frowned.  "Excuse me?"

"Please sign it as Leia Dunn, if you wouldn't mind."

Bucky placed his hand on the book, closing it, then giving his most intense look at the man.  "The author's name is Adriana Weller."

"Oh, I know," smiled the man, his eyes seeming too bright and too assured.  "But it's not her real name.  Leia, don't you remember me?"

Her face dropped and she stood up, placing Bucky between her and Edward.  The man sighed and reached into his jacket inside pocket, triggering Bucky into grasping his hand.

"I'm just getting my phone out," said Edward peevishly.  "I only want to prove that Leia and I are old friends.  Surely, she can sign a book in her own name for a friend."

Happy Hogan was the first security agent to get to the table and he looked to Bucky, who shook his head minutely.  Let this play out.  The two men watched Edward closely as he unlocked his phone revealing a wallpaper screen of him posing with Leia.  He opened his photo gallery to show the photo in its entirety.  With his left hand, Bucky took it and showed it to her.

"That's in my hometown," she said, in a low voice.  "I self published the book originally and would sell it at farmer's markets and such.  He must have bought a copy there.  I don't remember him."

Bucky handed it back.  So far, the man hadn't done anything illegal, other than crash a private party.  As he contemplated what to say to the man, the host arrived with Pepper and two other security guards.

"Sir, this is a private party, and you were not invited.  I insist that you leave."

"I just want her to sign it in her real name," frowned Edward.  "What's wrong with signing a book for a fan from home?"

"Because I have a private life." Leia was beside Bucky now, the fear mixed with anger clear in her voice.  "Do you know what kind of letters I've received from so-called fans?  How do I know you're not a stalker?"

Edward looked shocked.  "No!  I wouldn't do that.  I love your writing.  You shouldn't have to hide behind a false name.  Are they forcing you to do this?  Is this because of your father?"

Leia stumbled backwards as if she had been hit.  What did this man know?

"Alright, I've heard enough," said Bucky.  He removed the glove from his left hand, placing it in Edward's view.  "You've been asked nicely to leave, now I'm telling you.  Ms. Weller writes under that name for a good reason.  You crashed this event and it's within the publisher's rights to throw you out and charge you with trespassing.  Leave now or I'll make you leave."

The other man kept his dignity, although he was unhappy at being singled out.  With a slight grimace, he put his phone back into his jacket and left with the two security guards, looking back at her only once.  Bucky touched Leia's cheek, gazing intently at her.

"Are you alright?  Do you want to call it a night?"

"I'm fine, just a little shaken," she replied, then looked at the lineup of people still waiting.  "I'll sign for them then we can go, okay?"

While Pepper and the others left, he pushed her chair in when she sat back down in it, then stayed behind her until she finished signing for the last person.  It was obvious there was something else going on, something she hadn't revealed to him, but he wasn't about to call her out on it.  Her fear of Edward was real, and he didn't want to add to that.

"Call the driver," suggested Bucky, as Leia stood up.  "We'll say our goodbyes, get your coat and go home, okay?"

She nodded, taking out the card that was given to her.  While she was making the call, Pepper and Happy came back over, standing just out of earshot from Leia.

"I'm taking her home," said Bucky.  "She's shaken up a little."

"It's probably for the better," said Pepper, then she glanced at Happy.  "She obviously hasn't told you everything, but we did have someone watching her, making sure no one bothered her.  He recognized you and checked with me about whether to intervene.  I vouched for you, Bucky; both of us did."

"Seriously?  You had me under surveillance, as well.  Did she know about any of it?" 

Happy shook his head.  "We didn't want to interfere in her private life but some of the letters were disturbing and we wanted her to be safe.  Look, you're a good operative, probably the best.  We want you to be her personal bodyguard."

A short bitter laugh was Bucky's reply.  "I'm in a relationship with her; at least the beginning of one.  You expect me just to turn it off and make her my job?"  Aware that Leia finished her phone call, he turned away from Happy and Pepper.  "Is he on his way?"

"Yeah."  She looked at Pepper.  "I have to go.  It was nice to meet you."

"The pleasure was mine," smiled the older woman.  "We'll talk soon."  She looked at Bucky.  "Think about it."

No response came from him as he placed his hand on Leia's lower back and guided her to the coat check.  Helping her on with the red coat, he made sure she was all buttoned up before they went to the doors and waited the few minutes for their driver.  When the car pulled up the driver got out and opened the back door for them.  Bucky let Leia in first, then walked around to the back of the vehicle and gestured to the man, speaking to him in a low voice.

"Are you the man who's been watching over her?" 

He didn't answer at first then nodded.  "One of them.  I recognized you at the coffee shop and thought you had been hired but realized quickly that it was something else.  When I checked, Mr. Hogan vouched for you as trustworthy."  Bucky's demeanour alerted him.  "Did something happen?"

Bucky nodded.  "A fan who knew where she was from, demanded she sign his book with her real name.  It upset her.  They want me to be her personal bodyguard, but we're involved."

"It happens," he shrugged.  "Quite frankly, I think having you on the team would be a benefit.  Your skills are miles above the three of us on this assignment and we're all former agency people."  He stuck his hand out.  "I'm Greg Burnham.  Think about it, Sergeant Barnes."

Bucky shook his hand, then got into the back seat while Burnham took the wheel.  Smiling warmly at Leia, Bucky took his right glove off and put his hand over hers, squeezing it.

"We'll talk when we get back to your place, okay?"

She nodded her head slightly and interlaced her fingers in his, seeking comfort from him.  Burnham said nothing on the drive, but his frequent glances at Bucky during the drive made him consider the assignment.   When Burnham opened Bucky's door, he palmed one of his cards into his gloved hand, then went to open Leia's door.  Despite not being part of her official detail, Bucky couldn't help but scan the surroundings, using his superior vision and auditory senses to make note of anyone in the area.  With a nod to Burnham, he took Leia's hand and went into the high rise while the other man maintained a presence on the street.  Once past the security doors, they waited quietly for the elevator, then got on, alone in the car.

"I'm sorry," she said, looking up at the floor indicator.

"For what?" he asked, turning to her.

"For not saying anything about the letters.  Everything else is the truth about writing and coming here.  It just sped up the timeline of when I came to New York.  Some of the letters were mailed from where I used to live, making the authorities concerned that he was a local.  Moving here was supposed to help keep him from following me."  Her lips began to tremble.  "Shit, I hate feeling this way." 

Pulling her into his arms, Bucky held her, kissing her head and just keeping her close.  When the doors opened on her floor, he stepped out first, taking in the scene, then offered her his hand.  Once inside the apartment, he helped her off with her coat, hanging it up in the closet.  Then he took her by the hand to the couch, sitting down with her.  The emotions she held in for much of the evening erupted at that point and he pulled her onto his lap, holding her while she cried.  Eventually, her sobs lessened, and she stayed curled up in Bucky's arms, feeling wrung out.  He tilted her head up towards him, kissing her on the forehead, then used his thumb to clean the tears from her face. 

"Better?" he asked.  She nodded.  "You were quite afraid of the man at the book signing, weren't you?  Especially when he mentioned your father."

"Yeah," she stammered a little.  "The first letters I got were addressed to my former address in my real name.  It was after I self-published and sent it to the publisher but before they accepted it.  The letters were disturbing but not really scary or violent.  When the publisher accepted it and announced the acquisition, the letters began to get darker in tone as he detailed his plans for me.  The bit about my father isn't well known.  Let's just say he wasn't a good man."  She seemed reluctant to expand on that.  "When I finally told the authorities about the letters, they thought it best that I move here sooner rather than later, and the publisher agreed.  We decided I should have a pen name and changed the title.  They think I don't know about the surveillance team, but I figured they wouldn't let me go out on my own without someone watching over me.  I tried to roll with it, not let it rule my life, but I guess what happened tonight was a reminder that I'm still vulnerable.  I'm glad you were there.  With you, I feel safe."

"They asked me to be your personal bodyguard, with you at all times," he said, wanting to be honest with her.  "It wasn't what I was expecting when we left here tonight."  An audible breath escaped from his lips as he gave her the next bit.  "It's not recommended for us to be involved if I agree."

Her disappointment was evident by how she slumped into him.  She sniffed, then nodded her head.

"I understand," she conceded.  "If being involved interferes with keeping me safe, then it's better that we're not attached to each other."

She already trusted his word about what was best for the situation.  He wanted to kiss her so much just for that.  But it wasn't that easy.  Even though he knew he should handle this by the book, what he said next surprised even himself.

"I don't necessarily agree with that.  It's not recommended but relationships do happen between a bodyguard and the person they protect.  We're already involved.  Even though it's still brand new for both of us, it's not something I want to give up.  If I agree to this, you have to promise me that you'll do what I say without hesitation.  No matter what, even if it puts me in danger, you must do as I ask.  Do you understand?"  She nodded.  "Promise?"

"I promise to do whatever you tell me, even if it puts you in danger."

"Okay.  I'll agree to be your personal bodyguard, which means I'm moving in," said Bucky.  "I can sleep on the couch if you're not comfortable ...."

Her mouth was on his, kissing him fiercely.  He responded just as strongly, trapping her body with his arms as if he were absorbing her body into his own.  When the kiss ended, they were both breathing heavily, their eyes intent on each other's lips.  Raising her hand to his cheek, Leia brushed her lips against his, then took in a short, sharp breath as he easily rose with her in his arms.  Undoing his tie and shirt along the way, she pressed her hand onto his chest, then placed open mouthed kisses along his neck and collar bone.  By the time they got to the bedroom, every thought of taking their time and gently exploring each other was lost to the powerful urge to possess each other physically.  Discarded clothing littered the floor, then Bucky went to his bag, searching for one of the condoms he had packed; the only interruption to their primal urges.  When he finally thrust into Leia, they both released a groan of pleasure, before resuming the pursuit of their desires. 

Since the Flag Smashers were dealt with, Bucky had several intimate encounters with different women.  None were viewed as anything more than a casual encounter.  They were like the proverbial ships in the night, meeting briefly, joining their bodies for a physical release, then a brief goodbye, never to see each other again.  It suited him as he fell back into his old ways of self-isolation, unwilling to open himself up emotionally.  But meeting Leia had sparked something in him, something deep and intense.  Ever since that moment when he saw her to her door after their first date, he didn't want to be anywhere else but with her.  That feeling intensified exponentially as their physical union approached the moment of ecstasy, something they both craved.

"Look at me," he commanded, wanting to see the moment she came reflected in her eyes.  "Baby, look at me when you come."

"Bucky.  Oh, God!" 

Even in the dark, her enlarged pupils seemed luminous to him, deep pools filled with the essence of everything he wanted.  Her bliss encompassed her entire body, bringing him to the edge of ecstasy, then pushing him into an abyss of total rapture as he surrendered to his release.  It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before with anyone.  Mindful enough to deal with the condom quickly, he returned from the bathroom with a glass of water, offering it to Leia and supporting her as she drank greedily to slake the thirst she felt after their exertions.  Back under the sheets with her, their bodies entwined in a tight embrace, he could feel the slow recovery of her pounding heart through her chest as it pressed against his side.  Her hand kneaded into his chest and abdomen, like a cat staking its claim on its property.  As brief as their acquaintance was, he knew without a doubt that he was hers, as much as she was his. 

It still wasn't the best idea for them to be romantically involved while he was responsible for her safety, but he was where he belonged, and where he wanted to be.  That was the moment he truly accepted what was asked of him, to protect Leia Dunn with everything he was capable of, while giving her all of himself emotionally.

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effortlessly chic : mastered

a guide to looking effortlessly classy

“It’s not about what you wear, it’s about how you wear it.”

1. Hair: Perfectly Undone

Effortless hair isn’t about looking like you spent hours on it. We’re going for the slightly messy, yet polished look. Waves are key here—think lived-in texture, not those stiff, defined curls. A little undone, but still under control. Messy, but not like you just survived a storm. No Clean Girl slicked-back buns—keep it loose, slightly imperfect, but still intentional.

Healthy hair is everything. But here’s the catch—you don’t want it to look too done. The goal is that slightly tousled, I-don’t-care-but-I-secretly-do look. Your waves should have a bit of mess, but not like you’ve just been attacked by a pack of wolves. Keep it natural but polished enough to show you’ve got it under control. Too slick and sleek screams high maintenance. Too wild and it’s giving “I tried but failed.” Find the sweet spot.

2. Color Coordination

Wearing the right colors? Absolute game-changer. When you’re in your shades, everything about your look just clicks into place. You know those times when your outfit is on point but something feels off? Yeah, it’s probably the colors. The wrong tones can make you look like you’re trying too hard to make something work, while the right ones will have people thinking you just glow naturally.

Same goes for jewelry tones. If you’re cool-toned, silver will have you looking effortlessly chic, while gold will seem forced. And vice versa. Match your metals to your skin tone, and you’ll always look polished without even trying. I speak from experience so trust me on this.

3. Jewelry: Statement Pieces Over Basic

Let’s talk jewelry. The key is balance—statement pieces are where the magic happens. You don’t need to overdo it with cheap, fast-fashion accessories. A well-placed statement necklace or a bold ring says so much more than a bunch of basic hoops. Wearing a statement piece that pulls an outfit together looks much more classy and effortless than throwing on a bunch of jewellery. if you want to look like you spent a couple mins throwing yourself together yet you still look amazing, don’t wear too much jewellery all at once. For example if you’re wearing a dress that’s plainer around the top, wear either statement earrings or a neck piece, not both.

It’s all about choosing one or two pieces that pop and elevate your look. When done right, your jewelry should feel like an extension of your vibe, not a distraction. Trust me, you’ll stand out in a sea of basic.

Timeless pieces like a Cartier Tank watch, pearl earrings, or a vintage-inspired chain necklace are perfect examples of effortlessly stylish accessories. They add sophistication without screaming “look at me.”

here are some examples

1. Delicate Gold Necklace: A simple, thin gold chain or a pendant necklace adds a touch of elegance without being overpowering.

2. Pearl Earrings: Classic pearl studs or small hoops can elevate any outfit while maintaining a timeless look.

3. Stackable Rings: Thin, stackable rings in gold or silver can be mixed and matched for a chic, layered effect.

4. Dainty Bracelets: Minimalist bracelets, such as a simple cuff or a chain bracelet, add subtle detail to your wrist.

5. Chic Hoops: Medium-sized hoop earrings in gold or silver offer a classic vibe that can be dressed up or down.

6. Charm Bracelets: A simple charm bracelet with a few meaningful charms can add a personal touch without being too flashy.

7. Minimalist Watch: A classic watch with a thin band and clean face is both functional and stylish.

4. timeless outfits

We’re not doing fast fashion here. You want pieces that are timeless, effortlessly stylish, and not screaming I just bought this because it’s trending on tiktok. Quality basics, suiting your body type , mixed with some unique statement pieces are where it’s at. Think of it as curating a vibe that feels like you rather than jumping on every fashion bandwagon. Dressing for your body type is very important too as clothes that don’t fit how you’re built just make you look like a try hard and kind of odd.

5. Confidence: The Secret Ingredient

No matter what you wear or how you style yourself, the real trick to looking effortless is feeling effortless. When you feel good, it shows. Confidence radiates in a way no amount of makeup, clothes, or jewelry can. Wear what makes you feel like the best version of yourself, and that energy will do the rest.

In the end, looking effortless is all about balance. It’s about being polished without being too perfect, stylish without being too trendy. Embrace your signature style, rock your colors, and remember: the ultimate IT girl look is about owning who you are—effortlessly.

6. examples and references

[lavendermav]

MAROON | Tom Cruise (OS) | M

a/n: hiiii guys this is the first fic i've written ever so it is far from perfect and i have no idea what i'm doing, but thank you for being here!

Summary: You and Tom are getting ready for drinks with McQ, but he has something else in mind.

CW: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY PLEASE | oral (f), fingering, very little plot

WC: 869

As you dug through your suitcase on the dresser, you felt your boyfriend, Tom, creep up behind you. He wrapped his hands around your waist, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “You look incredible tonight, darling,” he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. The maroon cocktail dress you wore was practically made for you, how it wrapped perfectly around your hips. “I bought it last week,” you replied while inserting a gold hoop earring into your ear. Tom’s large hands slid down and grazed your smooth thigh. “Baby, what are you doing?” you breathlessly ask as his hand moves inward, eliciting a soft gasp from your mouth.

Tom chuckled as his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties. “We’re supposed to meet McQ and Heather at the bar in twenty minutes,” you whine. His free hand slid up your dress, reaching your breast, his mouth nipping at your earlobe. “We don’t have time for this, Tom,” you whimpered softly. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He coaxed. His fingers found their way under your lace panties and stroked your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch. “You’re very wet for me,” he whispered. You close your eyes as his other hand slips into the top of your dress and rolls his skilled fingers over your nipple. “Can’t we be a little late?” He asked, planting kisses around your neck, nipping at your skin.

Your head rolls back against his chest. “Tom, you should at least text him,” you suggest. Not taking his hand away from your entrance, he pulls his phone out of his back pocket that reads, “McQ, can we push it to 8? Y/N and I are running a little behind”. “Done,” Tom states as he lays his phone on the dresser and pulls you backward until you’re both propped against the California king bed. “You’re seriously going to undo all the work I just did getting ready?” You shake your head and smile. “Turn around,” Tom commands. You do as he says and feel the zipper on the back of your dress slowly slide down. Tom spins you around to face him as the dress pools around your heels, revealing your breasts. “Such a stunning girl,” he whispered as he guided you on the soft sheets, exposing your writhing body.

Your boyfriend hovered over you, his large hands exploring your skin. “Please, I want you!” You beg, watching him tease his fingers through the band of your panties. “Really? Because a few minutes ago, you were rushing us out the door,” Tom teased. “I take it back, Tom,” you writhe underneath him. “Needy, aren’t we?” He smiles as he pulls your panties down your legs, taking them off gently. “You started it,” you reply. Tom, remaining at your legs, offers a dark smirk as he throws the soaked panties aside. He removes his dress shirt, revealing his toned chest. “Don’t want to get that wrinkled,” he smiles. Tom plants one hand on each leg and leans his head down, peppering your thighs with painfully slow kisses.

“Please, baby, more,” you whine. “What do you want, darling?” Tom murmurs as he hums against your thighs. “You, please! Just fuck me!” You shout. Tom’s lips continue upward, reaching the crease of your thighs. “What a good girl, begging for me,” Tom affirmed. Within seconds, you became a moaning, writhing mess under his skilled mouth as he glided his tongue over your dripping core. A gentle moan escapes your lips. “Louder, sweetheart,” he hums against you, his words making you melt. Tom speeds up, delivering quick but thorough licks and sucking your sensitive clit. “Oh, fuck! Tom!” You moan. “That’s my good girl,” Tom affirms, his words sending shockwaves through your body. You tried to close your legs, but Tom would not allow it. “Uh-uh,” he says, locking his eyes on yours, eyes filled with nothing but pure lust. Tom made his way up your body, kissing every inch. Leaving a hand on your soaking core, he circles your clit as his mouth finds your neck. You moan his name, nearly at your breaking point.

Tom kisses up to your ear, teasing it with his teeth. “Does that feel good, angel?” You nod. His finger speeds up, causing you to shake. “Use your words, darling,” he whispers. “Yes, it feels so good when you touch and fuck me like that!” You reply, nails digging into the sheets. Tom sucks at the sweet spot on your neck, just below your earlobe, causing you to erupt all over his skilled fingers. “Fuck, Tom, right there!” You moan as he rubs two fingers up and down your core, guiding you through your orgasm. Tom falls next to you, stroking his hand through your hair. “You did so good, sweetheart,” Tom affirmed as he wiped the smudged mascara under your eyelids. “When we get back from the bar, you’re going to pay for that,” you warned as you came down from your high and pulled yourself together. “Pay for what? Making you cum all over my fingers?” He teased. “Ruining my makeup, Tom,” you chuckled. “I won’t hesitate to do it again.”

The man did love getting the last laugh.