#ig this counts as a sunday thing

[ozonelasher]

kaki may have a flat ass, but she rocks it anyway B3

[nomaishuttle]

i think my solution 4 the streak system issue btw is to cap it at 3 and if im able to keep it up for 4 weeks then itll go up to the easier difficulty ykwim.. so its worth less. so like if im able to meet the goal for my Single red task (which is outside time) 4 weeks in a row itd move down to a yellow task.. and the streak would reset and once i get it 2 4 again it goes to a green then to blue and etc.

[44unique]

my skin on your skin, again and again

lando norris x franco colapinto

summary: lando skips the gp celebration, and franco joins him to offer comfort. their mutual attraction surfaces, leading to a night of vulnerability and passion.

warnings: explicit content

word count: 1426

a/n: this work was inspired by the results of the brazilian gp but it took me a while to finish it (im sorry ig), and people on twt keep shipping them so here it is another story :) english is not my first lenguage

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It was Sunday night, and Max and the other drivers went out to celebrate after the race, everyone except Lando. He just wasn’t in the mood. Things hadn’t gone the way he wanted on the track, and even though some of it wasn’t his fault, he couldn’t shake the frustration.

Meanwhile, Franco wasn’t feeling as low as Lando, but he’d had a rough race too. He didn’t feel like mingling with the others at the party, so he chose to stay back in his hotel room instead.

Franco knew Lando had decided to stay behind, and he thought he might be able to cheer him up. To be honest, Franco had felt a spark of attraction ever since he had first met Lando. He liked the way Lando was so funny and kind, always the first to include him in every conversation and every plan the others made. He liked Lando.

But he wasn’t sure if Lando might feel the same way—or even if he’d feel something for another guy. Franco had heard rumors about Lando dating that girl, Magui or whatever her name was, and that only made him more insecure about how he felt. But he decided to ignore his doubts, take advantage of the small boost of confidence he was feeling, and go knock on Lando’s hotel door.

Lando opened the door after a while. His curls were wet, and he had a big old shirt that clearly didn't fit.

“Hello” Franco greeted, his boost of confidence beginning to fade.

 “I thought you went with the rest”

Franco denied “I didn't really want to go out”

Lando invited him in, his room was a bit messy and a bottle of wine on the table.

“Want a drink?”

The youngest nodded, just because he didn't feel like going out didn't mean he didn't want to drink.

“How did you know I was here?” Lando asked

“I saw you a little depressed, I assumed you weren't in the mood to go out”

Lando nodded, agreeing.

“Can I ask what has you like this?”

“The race didn't go as I wanted”

Franco was genuinely mesmerized watching Lando vent to him, he has always been positive and cheerful attitude, he had never seen him like that.

And deep down it scared him how much he liked being able to be there to cheer him up.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

Lando looked at him with a raised eyebrow and raised the wine glass to his lips. "You can’t do much."

Franco clicked his tongue. “Come on, ask me anything”

Lando analyzed the situation. He had Franco in front of him, on his bed, trying to cheer him up and he had just told him that he could ask him for anything he wanted. And Lando certainly didn't feel like asking for what his mind wanted.

“Is what you want so difficult?” The youngest smirked, a playful glint in his eyes as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Lando’s breath hitched, feeling as though the moment might just undo him.

And at that moment he didn't mind too much to leave the almost empty cup on the bed and jump on Franco to join their lips.

Franco didn't hesitate a second to give it back, if Lando regretted it at least he would be left with the experience.

But it wasn't like that, Lando didn't pull away, in fact he began to move his lips deepening the kiss, and Franco was clearly not indifferent, opening his mouth to give himself more access.

The bed had already several red stains due to the wine, but none of them cared, not when Lando was under Franco trying to pull him closer by the hair.

Franco was the first to break away, to try to catch his breath and get an explanation for what was happening. He looked directly into Lando's eyes, his pupils were so dilated that it was hard to distinguish their color.

“What's wrong?” Lando asked between gasps

“What are we doing?”

The curly-haired man's brow furrowed slowly. “Don’t you like it?”

“It's not that, I just don't understand why we're doing this”

“Cause I like you and I can tell that you like me too” Lando said, frustrated by the lack of action.

Franco sighed, relaxing a little, not too much, he couldn't when Lando was completely at his disposal with his messy curls and his lips and cheeks completely red.

He didn't think too much and joined Lando again in a battle for who had control between their mouths, he knew he wouldn't regret it. And if Lando for some reason did, the memory would be eternally in his mind as one of the best moments of his life.

Franco’s hands roamed over Lando’s chest, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath his touch. Lando’s breath hitched when Franco’s lips found his neck again, kissing along the sensitive skin just below his jawline. A low moan escaped Lando as he tilted his head back, giving Franco better access, urging him to continue.

The tension between them was palpable, both of them needing more. Franco’s hands moved lower, skimming down Lando’s sides, pulling at the waistband of his pants. Lando’s breath caught, his body instinctively arching toward him, as he pulled Franco back into another deep kiss.

Lando broke the kiss, gasping for air, his hands pulling at Franco’s shirt, desperate to feel skin on skin. Franco didn’t waste any time, quickly stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside. Lando’s hands roamed over his chest, tracing the muscles he had only imagined touching. They shared a heated, hungry kiss, their mouths moving together as if they couldn’t get enough of each other.

Lando’s hands gripped Franco’s shoulders, pulling him down onto the bed, the sheets tangled beneath them. Lando’s legs wrapped around Franco’s waist, pulling him closer, grinding against him. Franco groaned, his body responding instantly, the friction between them driving him wild.

With a quiet growl, Franco moved lower, his lips trailing down Lando’s chest, kissing along the line of his collarbone, his breath hot against Lando’s skin. Lando shivered, his hands pushing at Franco’s hair, urging him to continue. He didn’t need to be asked twice. Franco kissed his way down, finally reaching Lando’s stomach, pausing for a moment to glance up at him, his eyes dark with desire.

“You okay?” Franco murmured, his voice low and rough.

Lando nodded, his breath ragged. “More than okay.”

Franco didn’t waste a second. His lips found the sensitive skin of Lando’s lower abdomen, and Lando couldn’t help but gasp. His body tensed in response, his hands fisting the sheets, his mind buzzing with the intensity of the moment.

Franco’s hands continued to explore, pushing aside the final barriers between them, his touch demanding and precise. Lando’s head fell back into the pillows, his breath coming faster, louder as he lost himself in the sensations coursing through him. Every touch, every kiss, sent waves of heat through his body, and all he could do was moan, letting Franco guide him.

As the intensity grew, their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, each movement as a dance of desire. Lando’s moans filled the room, punctuated by Franco’s heavy movements, the sound of their connection echoing between them. They were both completely consumed, the rest of the world forgotten as they lost themselves in each other.

Eventually, the pace slowed, their movements becoming more languid, more intimate. Franco’s lips returned to Lando’s, this time soft and tender, as though savoring the closeness between them. Lando kissed him back just as gently, his hands running through Franco’s hair, pulling him closer.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their chests heaving as they gazed at each other. The tension had eased, replaced by a soft, quiet intimacy that wrapped around them like a blanket.

Lando smiled, his fingers tracing the line of Franco’s jaw. “That was… incredible.”

Franco chuckled, his eyes softening.

They lay together in silence for a while. Lando’s head rested on Franco’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, and Franco’s arm wrapped around Lando, pulling him closer.

It was the kind of quiet moment that made everything else feel insignificant. Just two people, tangled up in each other, finding a kind of peace that neither of them had expected. It wasn’t about the race, or the pressure, or the world outside. It was just them, and that was enough.

[nosyp]

Servant to Obsession

Warning = smut, religious guilt(?), sex before marriage ig

Pairing = Sunday x reader

Summary = As one of Sunday’s many devoted servants, you’re used to assisting him with his every task. But when his quiet obsession with you slowly turns into something far darker, your life begins to unravel. Everything changes when you come to him seeking forgiveness, and Sunday seizes the opportunity to make his desires known.

Word count = 3.8k

A/N = Sunday fic on sunday. MDNI, read at ur own will.

Story down below 👇

“Ugh!” 

“Excuse me!” 

“Sorry!” 

You had been running around all day, pushing through the crowds of people in the event. You could swear the heels of your feet were on fire from the amount of walking you had to do today. This wasn’t a rare occasion at all ever since you were hired by Sunday, you’d often be tasked with serving the guests at the party alongside many of your other co-workers. 

“Y/N! Bring out some more lost twilight, rouge era and mung bean soda!” a co-worker called out to you.

“O-oh on it!” you stammered while trying to balance the tray on your hand. Then, you quickly rushed over to the kitchen to grab some more drinks before having to go back out there.

The kitchen inside was a mess, everyone was yelling, food was being spilled everywhere and it was super crowded. On the outside, the masquerade might seem grand or luxurious but behind the scenes, it was chaotic. After grabbing the drinks, you went back out to the party to continue serving the guests.

“Good evening ladies, would you like some lost twilight?” you ask the group of ladies in the corner, tilting your tray enough to show them the array of drinks on your 

“Errr…. No thanks…” one of the ladies say, sending you away. 

‘That’s weird…’ you think to yourself as you were about to go on to pass more drinks. But before you even could, you saw your master, Sunday, walk over to you and your body froze as you waited to see where he was going.

Your heart skipped a beat as Sunday approached. The sight of him made you stiffen involuntarily. As always, he wore his usual calm, collected demeanor on him. But it wasn't like he ever paid attention to the servants, especially not ones like you. He had other things to worry about, other people to attend to.

“Could you handle the final preparations for closing?” Sunday asked you, his gaze passing over you briefly. His voice was calm, detached. 

Then, you snapped yourself out of your trance. “Yes, Master Sunday, right away,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, despite the growing nervous feeling inside you.

Sunday gave you a quick, dismissive glance, before he nodded and turned away to speak to someone else. That fleeting moment sent a jolt through your body, one you quickly dismissed. There was no reason to read into it. He was just a man doing his job, and you were just a servant doing yours.

You quickly made your way to the back to gather the final orders and clear things out, pushing through the chaotic kitchen. 

Later, as the evening wound down, you made your way back to the front of the hall, observing the guests as they slowly began to leave. Most of the guests had already filtered out, but there were still a few lingering in groups, chatting or enjoying the last drinks of the night. Then, you suddenly spotted your boyfriend among them, talking to one of the other servants, a look of frustration plastered on his face as he talked to them.

He caught your eye and gave you a quick wave, a small smile forming on his lips. You felt a rush of relief at seeing him. Despite the madness of the event, you knew you’d get to spend a moment of peace with him after everything was over.

Then, when the other servant started to walk away, you slowly made your way to him. “Hey, how you doin’?” you ask him with a playful tone.

He chuckles at your tone and returns it back to you, “I’m doing good, how are you?”

You grin at his response, leaning against the counter as you both take a moment to catch your breath. "Surviving," you reply, rolling your eyes in exaggerated exhaustion. "Just another night in the chaos."

He laughs softly, shaking his head. "You sure you don't need a break? You look like you’re about to pass out hon."

You smirk, the light teasing making the exhaustion a little more bearable. "I'll survive. But hey, when this is all over, you and I are getting out of here, right? A little peace and quiet... maybe some real food instead of whatever this event's calling 'dinner’.”

He grins, his expression softening. "Sounds perfect to me."

The conversation is light, comforting amidst the madness of the night. You both know the routine. Which is once everyone’s gone, you two can finally relax with no interruptions, just the two of you. A small promise to hold onto as the night winds down.

Ding!

You stepped inside the restaurant with your boyfriend, the bell above the door chiming lightly as you entered. The restaurant was quiet now, the loud chatter and clinking glasses replaced by the soft hum of a few patrons finishing up their late-night meals. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the party you’d just come from.

The bell above the restaurant’s entrance chimed softly as you and your boyfriend stepped inside, the noise of the party fading into the background. The atmosphere here was calm and warm, a sharp contrast to the chaos you’d just left behind.

As you both walked further in, you spotted an empty table near the window. Your boyfriend gave you a small grin, pointing toward it. “How about we grab that one?”

You nodded, relieved to finally settle into some peace. “Perfect, that’s exactly what I thought too” you replied.

You both made your way over, and he pulled out the chair for you with a smile before sitting across from you. The hustle of the night seemed far away now, and as you both sat down, it felt like the calmness you’d been craving.

He glanced at the menu, then back at you. “So, what are you thinking? You’re going for the usual?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully. “I’m feeling adventurous today. I might just try something new. How about you?”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “I’m sticking with the safe option. Can’t go wrong with the classics.”

You laughed. “You’re such a creature of habit.”

He shrugged, grinning. “Hey, some of us know what we like.”

You leaned back in your chair, teasing him with a grin. “Guess I’ll be the one to break the mold then. You’ll just have to live vicariously through my bold choices.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to watch you dive into the unknown. What if it’s too much?”

“Then I’ll just have to suffer through it,” you said dramatically, putting on an exaggerated pout. “But I’ll survive. I’m tough.”

He laughed again, his eyes twinkling. “Sure you are... Just don’t come crying to me when your ‘adventurous’ pick turns out to be a disaster.”

You grinned. “No promises.”

The meal was quiet and relaxing, just the two of you enjoying each other's company without the chaos of the party or the stress of the night hanging over you. After finishing, you both paid the bill and left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air.

Your boyfriend walked beside you, his hand brushing against yours before he casually laced his fingers with yours. "You ready to call it a night?" he asked, his voice soft and comforting.

"Yeah," you replied with a tired smile. "It's been a long day."

The walk back to your apartment was peaceful, the streets quiet and empty. You talked about everything and nothing, the usual light banter filling the space between you. When you reached your door, your boyfriend leaned against the frame, looking at you with a smile that made your heart flutter.

"Well, it’s about to end," he said, his voice low.

You stepped closer, feeling the comfort of being near him after the whirlwind of the evening. "Stay for a bit?" you asked, almost shyly.

He grinned, pushing himself off the door. "I thought you'd never ask."

You both stepped inside, the door closing softly behind you as you kicked off your shoes and relaxed into the comfort of your own space. 

“Hey?” your boyfriend suddenly said. 

“Hmm?” you hummed in response.

“Do you still have energy… for a little something?”

“Something?”

“You’ll see…”

And the rest of the night was a blur…

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The next morning, sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. You stirred, stretching lazily, the light coaxing you out of the haze of sleep. Beside you, your boyfriend was still asleep, his tousled hair and half-closed eyes showing that he was still lost in his dreams.

But you... you didn’t feel at peace. Something was wrong.

As you shifted, you felt the dampness between your legs. With a sinking feeling, you lifted the blanket and saw it. The sticky fluid trailing down your thighs.

Oh, shit.

Panic shot through you. You bolted out of bed, rushing to the bathroom, the cold tiles sending a jolt of reality through your body. Your hands shook as you cleaned up, each motion feeling like a reminder of the promise you had made. The promise you had broken.

‘I was going to wait until marriage,’ you thought, a sick knot forming in your stomach. ‘Why did this happen? Why couldn’t I control myself?’

You hurriedly dressed and left, the walk to the church feeling unbearable. Every step echoed in your mind, reminding you of your mistake. You pulled your coat tighter, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over you.

The streets were still quiet, the world slowly waking up around you. But you felt like an outsider in it. The calm rhythm of the morning seemed to mock you as you walked through the stillness. It felt like the universe knew what you’d done, knew you didn’t deserve this peace.

When the church came into view, its tall spires reaching toward the sky, you felt a small sense of relief. The building always brought you comfort, a place of sanctuary. You climbed the steps and entered, the cool, sacred air washing over you as you took a deep breath.

Inside, it was as you remembered—quiet, serene, filled with the scent of incense and aged wood. You made your way down the aisle, the familiar path a small comfort. Sitting in your usual seat, you closed your eyes, letting the stillness settle around you. The weight of the week began to lift, if only slightly.

But when you opened your eyes, you saw him.

Sunday.

He stood at the altar, but this time, it wasn’t the usual scene. The light streaming through the stained-glass windows cast a soft glow around him, making him look almost otherworldly. But something about it felt... off. His presence was different today.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, everything else seemed to disappear. He smiled, a knowing, subtle curve of his lips that made your heart flutter in a way you didn’t expect.

“You’ve come,” he said, his voice low, inviting. “To confess, perhaps?”

Your chest tightened. The words caught in your throat. This wasn’t what you had planned. You weren’t here for this, not for him. You just wanted peace, a quiet place to think. But now, something pulled you toward him, something you couldn’t name.

He motioned toward the confessional, his hand elegant, yet commanding. “Go ahead,” he urged softly. “Tell me your sins. Lay them out. Let them go.”

There was an undeniable power in his words. The man you knew outside these walls, the one at the parties, the one who commanded with a smile. But, he wasn’t the same man standing before you now. He was different. This was a side of him you hadn’t seen, and it was impossible to ignore.

Your hands began to sweat as you moved toward the confessional. The wooden door creaked as you entered, the room small and suffocating. The reality of what you were about to do hit you in waves, and suddenly, the weight of everything seemed too much.

Sunday’s voice came through the small opening in front of you, smooth, controlled, but with an edge you hadn’t expected. “Tell me,” he began. “What have you done that burdens your soul?”

His voice wrapped around you like a gentle command, coaxing, inviting. He wasn’t just asking for the sake of absolution. No. There was something deeper in his question. Something that made your chest tighten and your palms clammy.

You sat in the confessional, the silence between you stretching painfully. You weren’t sure what to say. You weren’t sure if you were ready to say it. But in that moment, all you wanted was to feel... lighter. To let go of the weight pressing on you.

And yet, as his words lingered in the air, you realized that this wasn’t just about forgiveness. It wasn’t about confessing your sins. It was something more. Something much more dangerous.

“I-I’ve… surrendered to the sin of lust… and…” you paused, your heart pounding in your chest as your mind raced. You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, your body reacting to the vulnerability of the confession, even though you were hidden from view.

There was a long, heavy silence on the other side of the confessional. You could almost feel Sunday’s gaze on you, even though you couldn’t see him. The quiet stretched out, thick with expectation, his presence wrapping around you like a tangible thing.

“I-I... I promised myself I would wait… until marriage,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, trembling with guilt. The words felt like a weight on your tongue, each one dragging you deeper into shame. “But I didn’t… I didn’t keep that promise.”

The confession spilled out, too much for you to bear, but you couldn’t stop it. You felt exposed, like your most intimate thoughts had been laid bare in front of someone who could judge you, someone who would see the sin in you.

“I—" your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself. "I let it happen. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I— I should’ve waited, but… but it felt so right at the moment. It was a mistake. A huge mistake.”

The words hung in the air like smoke, curling around you. It wasn’t just about the physical act, it was about the breaking of a vow, the promise you made to yourself, to God. You could feel the shame bubbling up, overwhelming you, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

“I can’t take it back,” you whispered. “And now... I feel like I’ve done something unforgivable.”

Sunday’s silence continued, stretching on and on, as if he were letting your words settle into the heavy air between you. Then, when you thought he might not answer, his voice finally broke the stillness, low and deliberate.

“Do you think you’ve sinned?” His voice wasn’t harsh. It wasn’t condemning. It was soft, almost thoughtful, and yet there was a strange intensity to it. Like he was studying you, gauging every word, every reaction.

You wanted to say something, to explain that you knew it was wrong, that you didn’t want to feel this way. But all you could do was nod, your throat tight with emotion.

Sunday’s next words were like a breath against your skin, unsettling and unnerving.

“Then, let me show you the way,” he said, his voice a smooth caress, full of unspoken promises. “Let me help you cleanse yourself of this burden.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the implication. You weren’t sure if you were ready for what came next. But in this moment, with the weight of your guilt pressing so heavily on you, you weren’t sure you wanted to resist, either.

The line between forgiveness and temptation was becoming blurred, and you could feel yourself losing the battle within. How could you have let this happen? How could you?

“I can sense your turmoil, your desire to be absolved,” Sunday’s voice drifted through the screen. “But redemption isn’t so simple, is it? You’ve surrendered to the temptation, and now, you feel the weight of it, the desire lingering on your skin.”

…

Hearing those words hurt. You felt like you’d just betrayed yourself. And you did. You can’t deny that.

Sunday’s voice was like velvet, smooth but with an undeniable edge. Even with the confessional door between you, it felt like he was there, his presence pressing down on you from every direction.

"I can sense your turmoil, your desire to be absolved,” Sunday’s voice drifted through the screen. “But redemption isn’t so simple, is it? You’ve surrendered to the temptation, and now, you feel the weight of it, the desire lingering on your skin."

His words slithered into your thoughts, each syllable wrapping around your mind, tightening like a chain. You closed your eyes, desperate to push away the heat his voice stirred within you, but it was no use. The memory of last night, of the shame and the fleeting pleasure, was burned into your mind. You could feel it—there, just under the surface of your skin. That awful mix of guilt and longing.

You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your voice steady as you spoke. “I… I didn’t mean to—”

Sunday cut you off with a soft, almost mocking chuckle. “You didn’t mean to? Or perhaps you just didn’t want to be caught. Tell me, do you feel sorry for what you’ve done? Or do you only regret being caught in the act?”

The sting of his words hit harder than you expected. You had come here seeking absolution, but now, you were being forced to confront the deeper truth. The truth that you weren’t just guilty for what you’d done. You were guilty of wanting it. And that… that was what gnawed at you.

"I... I don't know," you whispered, feeling small, exposed in this tiny confessional. The weight of your sin seemed to press against your chest, suffocating. Your breath caught in your throat, the words heavy with shame and unspoken need. "I don't know how to feel."

His tone softened, but there was no kindness in it. "You know, deep down, that you wanted it. You wanted the touch, the feeling of surrender. That's why you can’t shake the desire. You’re still aching for it, aren’t you? The guilt just makes it sweeter, doesn’t it?"

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to speak. The confessional felt like a cage now, the walls closing in. You were trapped in the space between guilt and desire, and it was a place you couldn’t escape from. Not here, not now. Not with him so close, even though he wasn’t physically near at all.

“If you truly want to be forgiven,” he stopped, building up your anticipation. “You need to show me.”

Your eyes widened as soon as you heard it. You could still be forgiven? 

“What is it?” you asked eagerly, practically begging. “Please tell me… I’ll do anything.”

Sunday's voice dropped to a whisper, low and commanding, "You want forgiveness, don’t you? You crave it. But there’s no redemption without sacrifice, no absolution without proving your worth."

He let the silence hang in the air, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing, his tone smooth but piercing, like a blade.

"Do this, and show me your commitment," Sunday instructed, his voice almost a purr of dominance. "Confess your desires to me, in detail. Only then will I know you're truly sorry, that you understand the depth of what you’ve done."

His words felt like a command, a challenge, one that pushed the boundaries of what you had anticipated. You were caught between desperation and dread, the fear of what you’d have to do to find absolution warring with the longing you couldn’t shake.

“Confess... to you?” you whispered, heart racing at the thought of speaking those words aloud. Would that really give you the redemption you sought? Could you even bring yourself to say it, to admit how much you wanted this, how much you needed the release he offered?

Sunday’s voice was quiet but unyielding. "Yes. Confess every detail of your sin, and I will decide if you are worthy of forgiveness. And if you are… that’ll be a different story."

And you didn’t hesitate to spill every detail of your story, your voice trembling with a mixture of guilt and desperation, as if each word you spoke was both a confession and a release.

“Hmmm, I see,” he says. Then the silence begins again. It was agonizing. Painful. That was until, “I want you to pleasure yourself. Pleasure yourself just like he did to you.”

“R-right now?” you stammered.

“Yes.” 

You grit your teeth as you stared down onto your lap. Hesitating whether you should. You could hear his heavy breathing from the other side. And reluctantly, you did. 

You slid your hands down your pants and used your middle finger first. Your wetness was evident as soon as you started. Slowly, you pushed your finger in and out while your other hand was gripping the barrier tightly. Your grip was so tight it felt like you were about to pull it off. 

“Mmhh…” you whimpered, the sound soft but enough to reverberate through the confessional. The wooden screen separating you seemed to hum faintly with the vibration, as if it, too, felt the tension building between you.

“Keep going… you’re doing great,” he murmured, his voice smooth and low, seeping through the screen like a whispered temptation.

Slick was coating your finger as you kept on going. You were desperate to earn the confessor’s approval, the need to please him outweighing any lingering shame. The faster you moved, the closer you felt to your peak. Your panting turned ragged, soft whimpers escaping your lips in a desperate rhythm, echoing in the confined space.

Your whole body was trembling from top to bottom, the feeling evoking something inside you… something that you didn’t even know was there. You felt yourself immersed in the lustful feeling. Guilt coursed through your veins but it didn’t matter. The only thing that did was satisfying the confessor in front of you, Sunday. 

“A-ahh…” you panted, your voice trembling as the tension within you coiled tighter, drawing you closer to the edge. Each movement sent waves of sensation through you, leaving you breathless and yearning for release. 

At last, you surrendered yourself to the lustful feeling, allowing everything to spill onto the chair, watching as it slowly dripped down.

"Hmm... that was good... you're forgiven," came the voice from the other side, followed by the sound of the door clicking open.

[gremlin-girly]

Ionian Sun

Part of @steviebbboi 's 200 Follower writing challenge submissions 💥

Pairing: siren!Ari Levinson x f!reader

Prompt(s): "You're taking me so well, baby."

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, monster fucking (ig), dub con, petnames (sweetness, baby, guppy), skinny dipping, groping, light teasing, oral (f recieving), sex in the sea (salty), p in v (wrap it!), creampie, breath play (kinda? You're underwater for a minute maybe less), riding (cowgirl), marking (one measly love bite), no beta My warnings are non-exhaustive and likely I've missed some, please read at your own risk. And Minors do not interact!!

Summary: After breaking up with your boyfriend whilst holidaying in Greece, you decide to still go on the expedition cruise you paid for. However, upon meeting the alluring boat owner Ari, your day (and night) becomes a lot more mystical than you ever expected.

Word count: 5.4k

A/N: Hello! Welcome to the first instalment of @steviebbboi's 200 follower writing challenge! This actually wasn't the first idea I had but when the idea popped into my head I just couldn't resist (I've been writing it since two Sundays ago). I honestly didn't expect to have multiple fics in the works for this challenge lmao (the prompts were just too good) so I hope you enjoy and stick around for the other instalments (if I can get round to them - maybe make them like... 2k? That would be nice 💀). - Love, Grem x

Some sea Inspo here , here , here and here | Dividers by @/cafekitsune

Masterlist

The heat of the bright Greek sun beat down on your exposed back as you stormed down to the pier at 10am. You had meant what you said when you told your boyfriend that you would go without him on the boat outing if he wasn't up in time, and even after pettily slamming every door in the B & B, he still refused to get up.

Fury boiled in your stomach and angry tears were hidden behind your sunglasses as you searched for the boat you were supposed to find; Circe's Blessing.

It had been the only thing you had planned for the holiday, the only thing you had been looking forward to doing since arriving on the island paradise of Ithaca and your boyfriend had almost ruined it for you. Again.

You'd wanted to visit some of the ancient ruins and the Odyssey Palace but your boyfriend had insisted on relaxing and enjoying the beaches. Enjoying them a little too much, in fact. He'd drank too much despite your warnings and combined with the heat, it had completely wiped him out.

What's worse was that this holiday was a last-ditch attempt to salvage an already-failed relationship, suggested and booked by your so-called boyfriend.

Ex-boyfriend.

You'd told him when you were leaving that if he didn't join you at the pier when you were supposed to set off, you were done. You already knew deep down that he probably would try to call your bluff and not show up but it still hurt.

But you had paid for this experience and currently you were too fuming to care that you'd paid for two people, not just yourself.

You reached a large catamaran that had Circe's Blessing in cursive on the back. The boat was sleek and white, with blue buoys hanging limply at the sides. You could just about see the quarters from where you stood, hidden beneath protective sails. There was a small kitchen and dining table surrounded by a very comfortable looking sofa, with two woolly throws and a multitude of pillows; but no captain.

You seethed for a moment, huffing and grumbling, believing the captain of your cruise had let you down as well.

"Hello?" You called, inching closer to the boat. You peered up to the top deck, but there was no one at the wheel. Stepping onto the boat alone was out of the question. You skim through the booking information on your phone and find the captain's name.

"Ari? Hello?"

A man suddenly emerged from the cabin door. He grinned over to you and you did a double take. He was shirtless, toned but not overly muscled, with coarse hair gathering from his pectorals to his sternum and a dark line trailing down in a thin line and disappearing below a pair of khaki shorts. Your eyes flick up to his face - grateful for your sunglasses hiding your shameless glance. Although, his face was just as spectacular to look at. A thick beard that hid a sharp jaw and equally thick, long, brown hair that Ari ran his hand through, showing off more of his strong arms. And those eyes... damn. If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were stood before a Greek God. Suddenly, your boyfriend not being around made this even better. You wouldn't have to tolerate the jealousy or insecurity of being around such a... well, such an attractive man.

"You must be Y/N," Ari comments, crossing the deck in two strides and offering you a hand over the boat railing. "I thought there was two of you?"

"Uh, yeah." You reach out and shake his hand, standing on tip toes to reach properly. "He um... is sick."

Ari is just as unconvinced as you are by your half-lie but he smiles nonetheless. "Oh, that's a shame. Just you and me today."

You hum and offer a wry smile and Ari's ocean eyes glimmer, his head jerking to the end of the boat. "Come on, let's not waste the sunshine. Hop on."

Ari gives you a brief rundown of the boat rules; where not to stand, what not to do and shows you where everything is situated so that you may help yourself to drinks and snacks if you so wished.

The room you originally thought was the main cabin was technically the lounge area. Off to the side and down a short, but narrow, flight of stairs was a large master bedroom, a tiny bathroom and another bedroom. You can feel his gaze follow you as you familiarise yourself with the boat you'll be on for the next few hours. You may have felt uncomfortable, if he wasn't so heart-stoppingly gorgeous. In fact, you could feel your heart racing at the thought of being around him all day. Ditching your ex at the hotel was a stellar choice after all.

Your eyes widen, and you hum with a nod, looking impressed. "It's quite the set up," You say, climbing back up the stairs.

Ari flashes you another grin, offering you a large hand as you clamber the final few steps. You take it and are tugged up quickly, almost making you yelp.

"Sorry, don't know my own strength," Ari chuckles, looking sheepish as he releases you. His chuckle rumbles in his throat and it makes you smile, easing the nerves that make your stomach flutter. Ari checks his watch quickly before continuing. "We'll set off in about five minutes, I've just got to get the anchor up. There's a few beaches and islands of interest on our journey - then I'll make us lunch."

You hum in acknowledgement, nodding along. "Sounds great."

You catch that same glimmer in Ari's eyes that you saw earlier but it's disappeared almost as soon as you've spotted it. He smiles once more and heads out to the deck.

Despite the sea looking calm before you set off it was anything but.

The choppy waves, despite being gentle as Ari insisted, still rocked the boat enough for your stomach to flip uncomfortably.

"Not a sea lover I take it?" Ari calls to you from the wheel. He'd hidden his blue eyes behind aviators (that made him no less handsome) but you could tell he his gaze was still fixed upon you in your bikini.

"It's not that," You explain, sitting up in your seat and taking a sip of water. "I love the sea. just not... bobbing on top of it."

"I can stop the boat here?" Ari suggests, looking out over the open sea. "It's not a bad place for a swim. It might help ease your stomach."

"Hrm. Maybe."

Sea spray flies over the sides of the boat and for a moment you think you see a sheen of something glittering on Ari's leg. You shake your head. It must be water reflecting in the sun or the champagne you're drinking combined with the rocking of the boat.

"You know what? Sure. What the hell." You balk as your stomach flips again and Ari chuckles, that beautiful rumbling sound seemingly echoing around your ears.

"Aye aye."

The swim spot was gorgeous. Turquoise waters glittered in the early afternoon sun and, unsurprisingly, being in the water helped ease your flipping stomach. You treaded water and watched the fish below go about their business like you weren't even there.

Ari watches you over the railing, arms folded and straining against his shirt. His aviators are pushed back like a make-shift headband. He watches you and chats to you as you swim, about your life back home and what brought you to Ithaca. You conviently leave out the part about your ex boyfriend - who you haven't heard from thanks to the lack of signal - but happily converse with him while you float atop the water.

"You ought to watch out," He calls playfully. "I heard there are merfolk in these waters."

You giggle and give him a faux-withering look, catching his playful grin. "I thought merfolk were all women? And only interested in men?"

"They're interested in whatever they can get their hands on." Ari smirks down at you and despite the warmth of the water you shiver.

"Does that mean I'll be eaten?" You ask, your body relaxing to the surface of the water and letting your eyelids flutter closed.

"Depends," Ari chuckles. "Do you taste as good as you look?"

Your hips falter, dipping back into the water to cool your reddening face. When you reappear, Ari is still smiling down at you and you huff playfully swimming towards the boat.

"How often does that line work for you?" You tease, climbing the ladder onto the back platform of the boat.

"Less than I'd care to admit." Ari greets you at the platform, wrapping you in a towel and handing you a bottle of water. You make a humph sound and bite back a smile; knowing damn well that line worked wonders on you.

"I'll head to the next stop and I'll make lunch?" Ari suggests, walking back to the wheel.

"Sounds like a plan, captain." You tease and Ari pulls a face, placing a hand over his heart.

"Never call me that again." He deadpans but still gives you a grin.

Hours melt together as you and Ari spend the day out at sea. His cooking was to die for and you got to pry into his mind a little too, although you couldn't convince him to jump into the water with you.

Ari showed you more than one beach and smaller islands that weren't on your scheduled tour, sharing titbits and tales from Greek mythology. You found yourself enraptured by his voice; hanging on to his every word. Slowly but surely, the sky fades into hues of pink and lilac as the sun sets on the horizon and you realise you've had the best day you've had in a long while. When you tell Ari as much he laughs.

"Me too. But why stop now?" His eyes have that strange glimmer to them again. "If you're not in any rush to get back - I have that spare room and... I think you should see the stars on the ocean."

You blink at him and your heart races. "I'd like that."

"Great," Ari grins broadly. "I know just the spot."

The stars had been beautiful and with ouzo poured and more stories shared you'd almost - almost - managed to get a kiss from Ari but the ocean decidedly had other plans and you would rather not puke your drinks back up into his lap. You bid him good night about an hour ago but the boat's rocking made it difficult to get a decent night's sleep. Your stomach churned each time the boat swayed over a wave, and the rich food from earlier plus the alcohol, hadn't helped either.

However, thoughts of Ari were interrupted when you heard a splash and your ouzo-filled brain thought Ari must have tumbled over board. throwing off the covers you rushed up onto the deck in the darkness, trying not to trip over any ropes or footholds.

"Ari?" You look around the boat curiously, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. Though there wasn't much of a breeze, there was still a chill in the night air. "Ari, are you okay?"

You wandered around to the diving deck, where you found a pair of boxers and khaki's neatly folded on the side. Your heart lurched into your throat and you headed over to the railing. The sea was ink black in the night now, no stars to reflect on the surface, the light of the boat offering only mere inches of light. It was like staring into an endless void.

"Ari?!" Your voice took on a more panicked shrill this time, straining your eyes into the darkness. Then there was the sound of water breaking and a splash nearby, Ari's voice echoing from somewhere you couldn't see.

"You called, sweetness?"

You sigh loudly with relief. "Oh, thank god. I thought you may have taken a trip over board."

Ari chuckles, just coming into view of the boat. "Well, I did but I dived."

You roll your eyes and ignore him. "In the dark? Can't you see?"

"I have good eyesight." He says simply and you think he must be lying because you can barely see a damn thing. "Why don't you join me?"

You pause for a moment before eyeing his abandoned clothes, your eyes narrowing as you look for him. "You wouldn't come in with me earlier when it was warmer."

"You can't skinny dip at night." He counters, before teasing, "Come on, haven't you ever skinny dipped before?"

"It's not just that!" You counter defensively. "I can't see where I'm jumping. what if I knock my head or -"

"-get stolen away by a merperson?" You don't have to see him to know he's smirking. "I'll save you don't worry. I'll keep you close."

You sigh. This is another one of those what-the- hell moments you've been having all day. You strip away the shirt Ari let you borrow and your panties and throw them haphazardly on top of his neatly pile clothes. You walk a few paces back and steel yourself with a mighty puff of air.

"If you don't catch me Ari, I swear..."

The diving platform disappears into nothing and fear wracks you for a moment before you take that fear and run with it, literally. Your feet pound against the boat's plastic flooring and you leap from the platform and into the darkness.

The water is colder than expected. You're body shudders as it's enveloped by the sea's grasp. You don't know how deep you've gone - only that you have to swim up. You want to open your eyes on instinct but it's pointless; even above the surface of the water you can no longer see your own limbs.

But Ari can.

As soon as he heard you take a charge from the diving board he ducked under the water, swimming a few feet in seconds to watch your naked form break the water and almost hang angelically suspended for a few moments before attempting to swim to the surface.

Ari swims forward with ease before wrapping his arms around your soft waist and raising you to the surface in his arms. The moment you break free of the water, you suck in a huge gasp for air, making Ari smile.

"You okay there, guppy?" He murmurs into your ear, his arms constricting you slightly.

"Please tell me there are no sharks in these waters, Ari." You say meekly, only half-joking.

"Shouldn't you have asked before jumping in?"

"Probably." you puff. "But are there?"

"No. Just me." His chest rumbles with a half-chuckle again and your head falls against his shoulder, acting of it's own accord. You look up at him not even noticing that you're not treading water or the fact that you can't feel the gush of Ari's legs treading either.

Somehow, Ari looks even more mesmerising through the darkness, illuminated only by the tiny lights of the boat. His blue eyes look black, almost predatory like a shark's, and you find yourself smiling up at him.

"What's wrong, guppy?" Ari smiles back down at you, squeezing you again and running his nose along your cheek.

You swallow but your throat feels dry, your heart hammering as you look up at him, melting into his hold. "Nothing at all."

This doesn't feel like it did with your ex at all. You feel like you're floating and drowning all at once in Ari's presence; there's something about how comforting and downright gorgeous he is that's drawn you in, keeping you here in his orbit all day and all night. Not that there's anything wrong with that, being a newly single woman and all.

You can feel hardness of his length pressed against your ass and that only excites you further. You'd never taken yourself as someone who'd be skinny dipping at night with a man you'd just met but to hell with it - after the day, the week, the damn year you'd had - you were allowed to be a romantic for a day. But when something thick and scaly brushes past your leg, you squeal in terror and cling onto Ari.

"I think that was a fish!" You half whisper, looking into the depths. Darkness only looks back at you.

"Mm." Ari hums amusedly. "You tend to find them in the sea, guppy."

You frown over at him but smile. "Ha ha, don't be a smart ass."

Ari snorts, running his large hands over your waist. "Sorry, sweetheart. Force of habit."

You grumble but you turn to face him properly, wrapping your arms around his neck to anchor yourself.

"You are forgiven." You say softly, eyes flickering to his blue-black ones. "But only if we pick up where we left off earlier."

"I think I can manage that." Ari's beard is softer than you imagined against your skin and that salty sea-air scent that he wears so well seems to be accentuated now. Your hands glide through his wet hair, holding his head steady as your lips finally meet. The first kiss is tentative and sweet but the budding tension that has been building since the moment you laid eyes on one another soon takes hold and your lips collide with reckless abandon, exploring each other's mouths hungrily.

Your legs wrap around the soft skin of his hips. They feel strangely silky but when your leg moves upwards against his skin, it scratches. Pushing the thoughts away, eager to keep kissing and groping the delectable man before you, who'd given you the best day of your life this year. And now about to give you the best night.

One of Ari's calloused hands runs over your bare breasts, squeezing them lightly as you both kiss and he swallows your moans eagerly, half-growling back at you. It's dizzying being in his hold, having his body against yours, and you shift your hips impatiently, brushing your slit against his cock.

"Fuck," Ari curses breathlessly. "Are you-?"

"I'm sure." You say quickly with a curt nod, nipping against his bottom lip. Ari's chesire grin is visible through the darkness and he inches you both back towards the ladder and small platform.

"Slip your arms through the sides," Ari says in-between butterfly kisses over your chest, making you shiver and giggle with delight. "I really do want to see for myself if you taste as good as you look. I've thought about it all day."

Your heart thuds against your ribs and your arms feel as if they'll pop from their sockets with how hard your clinging to the ladder. The moon appears, illuminating the surface of the sea into liquid silver. You smile as you look out to the glimmering horizon, awestruck by the view as Ari kisses up your legs and thighs.

You giggle and squirm slightly. He'd been under an awfully long time. Maybe because he was a diver in his free time and an excellent swimmer; holding his breath for long periods may be a natural side effect.

Something moved under the calm surface - a powerful movement of muscle that disrupted the moon's image with ripples. Panic seizes you for a moment, thinking of sharks, but realised it may have been Ari kicking his legs instead. You can feel his warm palms pry your thighs open gently, slotting himself between them and placing your legs over his shoulders. You brace yourself against the ladder when you feel Ari nibble at the soft, sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. Your whole body twitches when you feel a kiss to your clit and you moan lowly. There's no need to worry about being too loud - you're out in the ocean, away from civilisation and in your own slice of paradise. The sense of freedom washes over you and when Ari licks a stripe of your cunt under the quiet rolls of the waves, you moan louder.

You can feel vibrations around your clit that make you shudder and note Ari must be humming in approval, before he attacks your cunt with his tongue again. Your eyes roll back and your thighs squeeze around Ari's soft hair but he's relentless, ensuring you're a moaning mess under his tongue. You feel Ari twist beneath you, changing position to lap at your cunt and anchor you onto his face with his strong arms. You pant and call out his name to the sea beyond as you cum ignoring the angry burning of your arms hooked around the ladder.

You hear a thrashing sound and assume it's Ari's legs again but when you raise your head, you're not looking at legs. You're looking at a tail.

It was only for a moment but you were enraptured by the sight; a long, thick, muscled tail whose scales twinkled like gemstones of the most cerulean of blues in the moonlight. At the tip of the tail fanned outwards like billowing silk, paler than the scales you'd seen but no less beautiful. But then it was gone and Ari was still beneath the surface, lavishing your cunt with adoration you hadn't experienced in a long while. You suck in a breath at the sensations; overwhelmed from cumming once already and you can feel your legs begin to shake as your second orgasm draws near.

After a few more moments of pleasure, long licks and more suckling from Ari's mouth, the water ripples again. This time it's more violent, whipping against the gentle current as Ari changes back to his original position, suckling erratically on your clit, soon joined by two of his fingers into your pussy that make you cry out his name in a choked sob.

Another swish of the tail just below the surface of the water breaks your spell. You let go of the ladder with one arm, finding Ari's soft hair and tugging it, urging him up. Ari's handsome face appears inches from yours, but his fingers are still exploring your throbbing pussy.

"What is it, guppy?" Ari murmurs softly, squeezing your waist, his fingers continuing to scissor you. He's not even breathless, you realise through your haze, as he presses sweet open kisses along your neck.

"I... I saw something."

Ari nuzzles your neck, pushing wet hair away from your skin with his nose. "Did you now?"

"There was a tail," You whisper, mewling when Ari's fingers trail from your hole up to your clit, rolling it gently. His teeth are sharp as they graze against your skin but he only hums in response.

You feel yourself start to relax into the vibrations from his throat. It felt like you were floating when you were kissing him again - kissing his face to make him smile and kissing his throat to feel the beautiful, melodic humming against your lips.

"Did it scare you?" He asks finally when you go limp in his arms.

"No," you admit immediately, looking at him. "It was beautiful."

He holds your gaze for a moment that stretches into an eternity. You feel the wracking of your heart slow but heat rushes to your cheeks and you don't dare break his gaze. There's that glimmer - the one you've been catching in his eyes every time he looks at you - and it sets your body alight.

And then he starts humming.

It's not a song you recognise but there's a clear, sweet melody that melts away the world around you. Leaving only you and Ari, afloat in the moonlight gazing at one another. Something stirs beneath the surface you pay it no heed; Ari is your focus. You're leaning closer into him, occasionally humming in symphony, once again drowning in his presence.

Ari slowly moves away from you, dipping beneath the surface and you follow without a second thought. Your eyes are squeezed tightly shut, swimming blindly into the depths when you hear Ari's voice call your name. It's almost crystal clear.

When you hear him call your name again, this time with a coax of opening your eyes, you squint in the direction of his voice. Salt burns the soft pulp of your eyes as the widen in awe. Two feet away from you, engulfed in silvery moonlight is the tail you'd seen, trailing all the way to human hips which you knew to be Ari's after ogling him all day long. Your mouth fell open on instinct and bubbles of precious air dissipate in seconds, when you feast your eyes on what was (would have been?) between his legs.

He swam towards you, his tail moving effortlessly under the water. His long hair wafted around him, weightless as he pecked your lips with a teasing smile.

"I told you," he spoke but the words sounded slightly garbled by the water but he's grinning at you r expression. "There are merfolk are in these waters."

The need for air burned at your lungs and Ari scooped you up, breaking the surface in seconds. You gasped and spluttered, torn between being terrified and enraptured. Ari seemed nonplussed, still peppering kisses over you.

"You -You-" you can't quite get the words out but Ari hums again, your brain shrouded with the delightful mesmerising numbness as before.

"Don't panic, guppy. I've got you."

You nod and hum in understanding, unable to help yourself from giving him a gooey-eyed look. Ari's eyes light up, pressing his cheek against your chest, smiling broadly.

"Again, guppy." He sighs wistfully. "Sing for me again."

"Hmm? Oh!"

Ari bites onto the flesh of your neck, sucking and kissing the forming bruise, making you gasp before it transforms into a long, low muffled moan as you fight to keep your mouth shut.

"Just like that," He praises, raising his head to kiss your lips again. "You've been doing it all day; teasing me. And for that I'm going to keep you singing until dawn. But I want you now."

Without much warning, Ari dips under the surface of the water and you manage to take a small gasp of air before a hand grasps your ankle and pulls you beneath the waves. You don't go deep and as soon as you're below surface level Ari has swam around you; kissing you all the way from ankle to neck before flipping you to "lie" flat in the water, pulling you up against his hips. His cock sits between your folds as Ari smiles down at you, your eyes squeezed shut and wishing you could witness what was about to happen.

Ari reaches between you, rubbing his length along your slit teasingly before pushing into your tight hole. You make a small sound and force yourself to hold your breath for longer, desperately wanting Ari to continue. Your pussy flutters around him as he slowly enters, allowing you time to adjust, and his hand goes back to grasp your hips; pulling you onto him rather than forcing into you. Your hips meet; his scales gently scratching at your inner thighs and make your head swim.

"That's it," Ari's voice is a gentle caress, easing you into being pleasantly suspended on his cock. You grasp helplessly at the water, searching blindly for Ari, for something to anchor your body too before he starts fucking you, but to no avail.

"You take me so well, baby." his voice swims around your ears, your pussy tightening at his praise. His hips buck up into you and you squeak in surprise, bubbles rolling up your face and dancing to the surface above. You can hear and feel the vibrations of his deep chuckle throughout your body and you have to set your jaw to stop yourself opening your mouth.

You know he's watching you. You can feel his eyes wandering over your body as he moves his hips languidly into you. Your hair wafts around you and you feel weightless, euphoric even. You want to gasp but can't risk losing too much air instead opting to make a strangled hum as you try and reach for Ari again.

He grins down at you victoriously when you peek at him again, eyes burning, but you catch a glimpse of his face surrounded by a halo of moonlight. He's a myth come true; a siren of the sea who has you bound to him with his voice and those damn glittering cerulean eyes. Anymore thoughts are quickly fucked out of you as Ari's hips slam suddenly move into yours at a new, feral pace.

Your back arches against nothing, fingers gripping at molecules as you try to fight screams of dizzying pleasure, your legs tightening at his waist, brushing against the scales of his tail. Another almost-pained growl rips from your throat instead.

"That's it, guppy," His voice echoes. "Sing for me."

Your lungs start to burn and you smack at Ari's arm weakly. Ari's thrusts stutter for a moment as he realises what you need, pausing briefly to return you to the surface.

You make an ungodly gasp for air as you break the surface, relief filling your lungs as they finally receive the oxygen they were craving. However, the relief is short-lived as Ari starts fucking up into you instead.

You fall forward, but find his hard chest just beneath the surface; a warped image of his face beneath it but you think you could spot that grin anywhere now. His tail thrashes as he moves again, his cock plunging further into you at this angle and you howl into the night sky, bracing against his shoulders under the water. Ari's cock knocks against your cervix, and your walls clamp down onto him; intending to milk him for everything he was going to give.

"Ari," You draw out his name, your body putty in his grasp. You can't of anything else but him, nor he you, as he hears your muted melody of his name under the water. Ari curses and although you can't quite hear him, you can feel his cock twitch and his hips stutter before he stills, filling you to the brim with cum.

You both panted and puffed, albeit in opposite sides of the water, savouring the moment (or rather, night) you had both had. Ari's tail swished gently in the current, keeping you both steady and once you had caught your breath, you dipped your head down beneath the waves and kissed his lips. Ari hummed happily, his arms wrapping around your torso and pulling you back under - his cock still buried inside you. You smile and giggle, letting the bubbles get caught in his hair.

"We can't stay out here guppy," he murmurs, nuzzling his beard against your neck. "You'll get ill. Let's get you back on the boat."

Ari keeps you close as he moves towards the boat, helping to hoist you up and out of the water - even if he is disappointed to have to remove himself from you first. He covers your back and legs in kisses as you climb up the ladder, making you giggle but a swift playful smack to your ass has you hissing his name.

"I couldn't help it." He shrugs innocently, hoisting himself onto the smaller platform his tail on full display and the tip floating lazily in the water. You head into the cabin and grab two towels, tossing one back to Ari.

Your eyes are transfixed on his tail. "So... your tail is the reason you didn't want to swim today." You comment trying to be nonchalant, wrapping yourself in the towel.

"Hey, eyes up here." Ari teases, toweling his hair. "And I can't exactly hide it in the beautiful, clear Greek sea."

You blush a little, feeling more questions bubble up but not knowing where to begin. Ari grins up at you, his tail slowly vanishing with a faint shimmer. You blink rapidly feeling a little bewildered, and a lot crazy.

Ari stands up, stretching with a groan, before padding over to you, not even bothering to wrap himself in the towel.

"You can ask all the questions you want later, guppy." He pecks your lips, taking your hand and leading you back into the main cabin and carefully down the stairs. "Let's get you back to bed first. I promised I'd keep you singing until sunrise."

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

This took me SO LONG to finish I don't even wanna talk about it and it got posted before I finished writing it. (And it may or may not be a H20: Just Add Water thing going on lmao). But yeah... longest fic I've ever posted so far.

I have one or two more ideas based around merfolk but I can't really give ya a timeline (sorry) . But Thoughts? Thots? Do we really need more Merman Ari? Probably. And yes the stupid amount of humming in this fic was siren song (bc vibrations and such) - I apologise for the copious amounts if humming.

Anyways, thanks for making it this far - and thanks for reading! <3

[cubescop]

here to bother you & ask for any spare grace hcs you have :3 /nf

Oh. . .oh no. . .  ironically i haven't thought much about hcs on purpose but now i have to so see u in an hour ig I have a feeling most of these are going to be specifically church based because, while it was a super chill denomination, I did go to church every sunday for like 13 years so yeah

She loves veggietales because I know from personal experience it is the most palatable thing they made us watch in Sunday school* and she needs to have some vague sense of taste (ig??? We take what we can get lol)

That being said, the amount of shitty youtube kids bible cartoons she watched as a child shaped like 60% of her personality

Grace was the one count * ONE * kid at church who for some goddamn reason invited the wholeass congregation to her birthday parties

She helped sketch the art mural at her church that is in every christian church. Specifically the one like this:

 Pretty much all of these are from personal experience, but THIS ONE I'M SURE OF

THAT MFER GREW UP READING LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE No elaboration needed

The most rebellious thing she’s ever done is make a facebook account to stalk church members for birthdays, upcoming events, etc.

This one’s pretty common, but I love the idea of her gaining more l.i.b. traits the longer she has the black book

She uses the term “struggles with same sex attraction” unironically

For suuuure owns one of these

*Prince of Egypt notwithstanding, she was def not allowed to watch that for a plethora of reasons, not the least of which being that is is rated pg * gasp * (GO WATCH PRINCE OF EGYPT ITS A BANGER) I’ve realized all of these are just bullying grace and ummmmm Guys i swear she’s my favorite character but she’s fun to bully okay i swear if i though for a while i could come up with smth positive lol

[venvellan]

Anniversary - Sunday

fluff ♡. wedding anniversary cuddling w sunday it's actually that simple. gn reader. reader is halovian bc it makes the most sense for sunday (to me) for,,, family reasons. let sunday be happy and in love or motherfucker i will do it myself

cw: none, except love and joy. slightly suggestive at the end ig but it's tame. word count: 780.

(happy boothill day!!!! :D we will pull him in one warp :3♡♡)

Today marks your fourth year as Consort to the Oak family, and it's been a wonderful day. Your doting husband presses a line of kisses up your neck, stopping in the middle to run his fingertips over the soft arch of your wings, before he takes your chin in his gentle grasp and turns your head to him.

"Angel," he mutters. His eyes linger on your lips, then rise to finally meet your own, and he smiles. Aeons, his smile.

You smile back at him reflexively. You feel utterly exposed under his gaze — not because it's scrutinizing, and not because it makes you uncomfortable — it's simply his effect on you (that, and those gorgeous yellow eyes, no doubt). Something in him has always stirred you. Something in you has always stirred him. You wouldn't want it any other way.

"Sunday," you whisper back. Your arms rise to wrap delicately around his neck and rest atop his shoulders.

He pulls you in by your waist and holds you against him. His nose meets yours in the middle and the tips of your noses rub lightly against each other. It's playful. Innocent. It's the gentlest kiss he can give you. He closes his eyes and in his softest voice, the one you've been missing — aching for — for weeks now, he breathes, "I love you..."

He closes the short distance between your lips with a kiss and hums into it, and his hands press against your lower back as he keeps you flush against him.

You had plans for the day. A romantic breakfast, a walk together across the city, a big lunch — a whole day filled to the brim with activities — but you only made it to lunch before losing steam.

It's his one off day. The one day in months that he's been able to promise you, "Yes, my love, the day is yours," and in theory, it sounds wonderful to spend it wandering the town, looking out at the people and breathing the cool air in. In practice, however, you're both exhausted, and you both know it.

When he's not knee-deep in paperwork, he's out on the town anyway, doing one of a million different things. And you, quite frankly, are just sick of his absence. You'll do anything he wants today, as long as it means getting to be with him, and you know that deep down, he just wants to lay in bed all day.

You acquiesce to him. It's only just after noon, but already, you two decide the day is done. You remove your jewelry and outerwear piece by piece, placing it to the side haphazardly, and pull your halo off from where it floats atop your head. You do the same for Sunday, saving him the effort, and lay his things in a pile with yours. Even your items are happy to cuddle up together.

You pull him backwards onto the bed. He catches himself above you, smiling warmly, and buries his face into your neck. His breath tickles the sensitive skin of your wing and it reflexively grazes his face in return.

Your heart swells, knowing you've won; knowing he's happy with this. "Sunday?"

He hums softly against your skin. His wings flutter ever so lightly.

You bring your hand up into his hair and comb through it gently. "I love you more."

You feel his smile against your neck and can't resist smiling back. You could hold onto this moment forever, if it were possible. You could, in fact, live this moment over and over again forever in the dreamscape if you wished, but you don't. The moment is beautiful, not in spite of, but rather because of its fleeting nature. You will cherish it in your loneliest moments, when he spends days in a row working from dawn til dusk.

Loving Sunday means missing him, aching in his absence, and you will do it proudly.

He relaxes fully into you and you immediately sense him falling asleep. Oh, how sweet he is, how intimate an experience to share.

Already half asleep, he mumbles against your neck, "Wake me up soon, darling... I will cherish this day with you. I will– I need to be with you... I love you..." His mumbles become airy whispers at the end, and in moments he's fallen asleep.

You turn your head slightly to rub your cheek into his hair and sigh contentedly, smiling still. This is all you need. You could die happily in this moment — holding him as he sleeps, petting his gorgeous fluffy hair, feeling his gentle breaths on your neck and admiring the blissfully serene expression on his perfect face. You will, however, honor his wish to be woken from his beauty sleep, as you honor his every wish always.

In a couple hours you'll wake him, gently, and he will have a renewed excitement to have you. To be your husband. He will wake up and remember his desire to honor — no, worship — you, as you do him.

It will keep you up, and then it will tire you out.

But you know that. He is your husband, after all, and you know him best.

[iz-nomerants]

A few days back, when I got busy counting red tally marks, I met up with our counselor. She gave me a safety plan form and left me with the question; “For whom do you wake up?” It was really silly, since the quote came from a famous coffee commercial in our country, but I thought of it a lot. 

I didn’t really think much about who I wake up for everyday, since I was already dead set on the one I’d be meeting when I don’t.

But I thought. I’d like to wake up one day, in a place where I can just be who I am, without the pain of judgement. I want to wake up in a world where I wouldn’t feel guilty for the simple act of just, existing.

It’s going to be a while until I wake up to that. Sometimes I think it would be nice to just sleep for a very long time, or worse. But there are these people that show me what it's like to live in a better place. They give me hope that it might not be great today, but there will always be many more days that will come after tomorrow. 

I want to wake up to hear about a fat cat and a fat spider ruining a traffic cone’s day. I want to wake up to someone ranting about their homework, Sunday school, or some other thing. I want to wake up to question life, staring at a GIF of Justin Bieber that a friend just sent me. I want to hear more about the different kinds of bread and culture in the home country of a friend. I want to hear about the random stuff that happens in another friend’s life. I want to wake up, and just be there in the present. 

So ig, ya :DD it’s a dc friends appreciation post (my irl people would think i’m dying 😭)

I made bracelets for important shit to me 😀 (i think, idk 💀 they’re just pride flags.) ou, imma make more bracelets, i just got lazy oof. So whenever I get sad sad imma look at these babies and they’re just gonna go “Bruh.” and then positive vibes radiate all over me because they’re so bright and look like skittles ٩( ᐛ )و. Oh yeah my friends are there too I’d say more but it’s too sappy oofers.

A toast to weird brain shit🖕🖕 don't ever come back.

Oh and I love my friends :PP

(im deleting this soon im embarrassed—)

[thepoeticpurplepotato]

A Fanfiction Review to Keep You Warm on a Chilly Sunday~

Fic name: "love is in the air (seungmin wore a mask)"

Author: seungkubz on AO3

Status: Series, ongoing

Word count: 47,598

Fandom: Stray Kids/Stay

_/10: 9/10 stars~

What happens when you combine mind-reading, an exhausted introvert, and 7 love-struck coworkers? ABSOLUTE CHAOS BABY

Kim Seungmin is your everyday introverted office worker. He has a monotonous schedule he keeps in order to maintain a completely average life, but that's what he likes. It's what he's used to. What he's not used to, is strange mind-reading powers that reveal that your weird coworkers like you! Faced with this sudden reality, what will Seungmin do now?

This is an ongoing series, but I absolutely HAD to tell y'all about it! The comical humor of Kim "I swear I'm so plain and normal" Seungmin not understanding what there is to like about him is so stupidly funny, I just can't 😂

On the one hand, I see where he's coming from. I found a lot of his inner monologue very relatable, as I myself am an introvert who likes her schedule lol. On the other hand, however, there were so many points where I was screaming (in my head, dw) "WHY DON'T YOU SEE THE LOVABLE BITS OF YOURSELF?!"

(which ig is another callout bc i had some pretty bad insecurity issues until just recently lol)

I also absolutely adored how we get a glimpse of things from the other's perspectives in the second installment, like. UGH! Getting to see Seungmin from their eyes was literally so beautiful 🥹

My french fries, I even told my mom about it, and she wants me to keep her posted on the plot progression 😭 y'all she is so invested lol

All in all, 9/10, great work Seungkubz! This is hands down the best rom-com I've read in a while 💜

For all those interested in reading this wonderful fanfic for yourself, I'll be putting the link to the whole series right here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/4482220

Stay cozy my french fries, and have a lovely day! 💜

Potato, OUT

[ae-nar]

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

thank you for the tag :) @kenobifitz

its my first time getting one of those, im so excited!!!!

What's the origin of your username?: uh, basically a name i chose, though i do have a fun story for it! basically i was researching names, remembered one and then years later decided to use it, but couldn't find it. like i thought i went insane and just made it up but no. i simply forgot the spelling - the original one was einarr, but i like this spelling better so yes.

OTP(s) + ship name: oooh there are a lot, lets see. barisi, buddie (9-1-1), newthomas (maze runner), zukka (avatar). okay not that many apparently i enjoy more gen and found family type of stuff

Favorite color: green!!!!!! second favorite is blue!

Song stuck in your head: noize mc - ты не считаешь (you don't count), which really is just amaro's vibes from my barmaro to barisi pipeline vers!

ненавидеть проще, чем прощать, как ни крути // а я заебался выбирать сложные пути // хочу опять уметь засыпать раньше пяти утра // и не думать о том, чьим болтом занята твоя дыра

to hate is always easier than to forgive // and i am fucking exhausted of choosing the difficult ways // i wish i again could fall asleep before five am // and not think about whose dick is in your hole now

Weirdest habit/trait: uhh. probs my awkardness around ppl? im really bad at reading social clues so sometimes im too loud and stuff?

Hobbies: oh, uh, gaming, watching movies/tv shows/youtube/tiktok, reading fanfiction. basically anything that amounts to escapism. i like board games but my friends either don't want to play or are constantly unavailable :c

If you work, what's your profession?: im heartbrokenly unemployed! but i do have a job interview this sunday!

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?: linguistics professor, but id need to not flunk out of uni for that

Something you're good at: following orders ig. i can do some stuff but im mediocre at best at it all: cooking, drawing, singing...

Something you hate: myself ehem uhh the state of the world? i am just a silly girl [gender neutral]

Something you collect: personality disorders! i have two!

Something you forget: my meds? a lot of stuff, tbh, i had problems with memory for the longest time and they only became worse lately

What's your love language?: touch, words and time.

Favorite movie/show: oh, now u r in for a ride, lets see. svu, supernatural, 9-1-1, house md, pacific rim, [anime] zankyou no terror, avatar (the boy with an arrow on his head, not the blue ppl), tmnt, [manga/anime] noragami. think thats the gist of it

Favorite food: depends on the mood, but i think one of the safest things is green apples

Favorite animal: prolly cats

What were you like as a child?: meek, overachiever, lonely. somehow still happier, possibly because i did not comprehend all of it at the time

Favorite subject at school: english, history and social studies

Least favorite subject: literature, geometry and chemistry

What's your best character trait?: uhhhhhh people pleasing?

What's your worst character trait?: ...people pleasing?

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?: my mother prolly. tell her that she should not have children. the other answer would be me, but id say a thing no therapist would like to hear

no pressure tags are not happening because its my first time and im terrified sorry :c

[tarttheart]

PRECIOUS LOVE CHAPTER 10: JAMIE TARTT x YOU

summary: you finally make some progress.

word count: 960 words

warnings: language

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chapter 10: to be a better man

It took three days for you to think that maybe you deserved better. It started with Michael pulling you into a big hug when you told him you did not think it was going to work out. He went on to reassure you that there was a long line of fit footballers you could choose from because you were, in his words, “fit as fuck”. Then, the multiple messages from Rebecca and Keeley reminding you that you were brave and amazing. Finally, there were the flowers from the De Bryunes as a little cherry on top with a strongly worded reminder about what a wonderful person you were after you messaged Kevin and Michele a sincere and heartfelt apology for being so unavailable.

So, you decided it was time to properly invest in getting better. You had had enough of a go on your own without professional help and it had gotten you nowhere. Sure, you had travelled heaps around the various regions you had been assigned to while away and done some self-care as you had initially grieved. That had been great but then, hyperfocusing on work thereafter had definitely been counterproductive. While it was great that you finally had some semblance of a social life now, calling it progress was a bit of a stretch given you had been processing for four years albeit somewhat half-heartedly.

Seeing Dr Sharon was hard. There was a lot she had needed to set right in the initial sessions. There were a lot of tears and days spent holed up at home trying to grapple with all that had come to pass. But, as the sessions wore on, you could feel some light coming back into your life and the light at the end of a very long, very dark tunnel.

Slowly, you allowed yourself to be around more things football-related. First, it was Nelson Road for an actual in-person appointment with Dr Sharon. Dr Sharon suggested it and you were not about to shy away from the challenge after making as much progress as you had. Although you had spent the better part of 15 minutes hyperventilating outside before stepping foot into the facility, what mattered was you did. Sessions expanded to having lunch and drinks with Keeley and Rebecca in Rebecca’s office. Sure, part of the reason you had had lunch with Rebecca the first time was because you had heard ruckus in the locker room and seen players streaming out as you had started down the stairs so you had retreated to Rebecca’s office for safety. Yes, it might have been rooted in fear initially but being able to be at Nelson Road was progress in itself.

Then, you started attending games with Rebecca and Keeley. The first time, Richmond were playing Aston Villa away and you happened to be in Birmingham to visit a client. Given the meeting was scheduled for a Friday, you had decided to extend your trip to Sunday to give yourself a little bit of breathing room between train journeys. But, that was where the breathing room ended. The other director had taken to you and decided to make a weekend out of it with you as their unwilling partner (something about a bad breakup and ideal girls’ trip).

You: HELP PLEASE. She was chatting to me from outside the cubicle.

Rebecca: Oh god.

Keeley: don’t hate me babes but

Keeley: what about coming to the game?

You: can I sit in the back and scroll through IG the entire time?

You: you know what, doesn’t matter. She is trying to book us in for costume karaoke. I’m in.

You had originally said you would sit in the back and ignore everything going on but were quickly sucked into the spirit of it all. How could you not? It was an exciting one with Richmond kicking a goal to win it all in the last two minutes of the match. Being in and amongst it all had brought back memories, fond memories of attending Man City matches with the De Bryunes as an extra set of hands for the children. You realised in that moment that football was not as painful a memory as you had thought it would be now. So, when the next opportunity arose to join Rebecca and Keeley in the box, you took it and you remembered that look of pride the two had as they pulled you in for a hug when you had agreed.

Taking the step to actually joining in the team celebrations and being around the team took a little more. You had started making regular appearances around Nelson Road and at matches, enough to spark speculations amongst players about your identity. Did Keeley have a new investor? Maybe Rebecca’s personal lawyer?

Jamie sat in the locker room, overcome by a weird feeling of almost deja vu after catching glimpses of you in the hallways. He always managed to dodge you before you caught sight of him, thanks to the recent agility training he had been keeping up but seeing you stirred something within him nonetheless. He remembered the way you laughed and squealed whenever they won. He remembered the way you always hugged him when he needed it. He remembered how you would give him a thumbs up whenever he looked mad about something and how it made his frustrations disappear if only for a second.

“Oh, that’s who you’re talking about. Guess she must know Keeley and Rebecca too but she’s neither an investor nor a lawyer. She works with Michael,” Colin explained one day.

“Whatever her name is, she seems like a good bottle of Nebbiolo. Elegant, understated, well-liked and very, very good.”

Fuck Richard and his perfect fucking analogy, Jamie thought to himself.

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< chapter 9 | master list | chapter 11 >

[qsmp-a1-updates]

Alright so yep there's interest both here and in the Discord server to adopt a second egg, so I'm gonna send this post now cause otherwise I'd have to wait a while to make it. 1st: Please wait until Sunday to draw Hope for the tasks or events, because (spoiler alert ig) next week's event will be about us finding and adopting Hope. They're going to join our family in four days, assuming we don't get some big reveal between now and then that A1 is actually Hope or something.

2nd: Hope will be getting their own name list and I will add an extra description on how tasks will work. A quick summary though - you're allowed but not required to include both eggs in a task and it'll count for whoever you put in your submission. Don't make yourself draw both if you don't want to, we have plenty of people so they should both be fine.

3rd: I haven't decided if I'm going to be changing tags and usernames or not. There would be nearly 200 posts to reorganize if I changed everything to not include A1 in the name, so I may just keep with the "a1 adoption project" as A1 started this whole thing. I will however start making additional tags for Hope, and may change some tags that I use less often.

4th: When it was just A1, headcanons and interpretations of their personality was somewhat varied, but now that there's two, I'd like to put together a post soon of a general personality description for each of them. I've started talking with the people in the discord about it already, and will be making that post in the next few days, definitely before Sunday when we adopt them.

[sometimesimbored]

Day Six

Happy Sunday! (if you live where I do lol) thanks to all 22 of you are hanging out with me and doing these! they're a lot of fun to think of and I'm glad you're all having a good time answering them!

~soft edition~

whats your go-to comfort movie?

what's your favorite comfort food?

what do you like to do to cheer yourself up?

say three nice things about your appearance

say three nice things about your personality

say three nice things about your intelligence

what brings you peace?

what is a great personal, handmade gift that someone could make you?

what reminds you of home? (it could be your physcial house, but it could also be the feeling of home)

tag someone who makes you smile :)

Wow that’s a lot of questions

My go to comfort movie is definitely spirited away

It’s also my favourite movie

I watch it a lot but mostly if I can’t wear my glasses cuz I’ve got the movie basically memorised so I don’t actually have to see to watch it

My comfort food is probably dumplings in spicy soup or congee

I read in my room with some music or I watch a movie or something to cheer myself up

Three things about my appearance

- I have dark brown hair (so dark like most of my fucking friends thought it was black???)

- Blue glasses

- Two moles near my eye

Ok!! Three things about my personality

- Im chatty. Like don’t stfu chatty especially about things I like

Crap I’m running out of things to say

- No matter how bad a joke is I will laugh so hard I’ll start crying at it

- I’m hilarious

Three things about my intelligence!!

- idk if this counts but I go to an all boys grammar school so ig that says smth about my intelligence

- I’m good at sciences and English

- I’m good at maths too (sometimes)

My cat and my friends bring me peace

Personal handmade gift? Ig those bracelets that you use thread with

They’re hard to make so it would mean a lot

What reminds me of home? This is gonna sound odd but at the edge of the neighbourhood I live in there’s a sign that’s really old so whatever was professional printed on it is long gone and the only thing on it is just big red writing that says ‘Drive Safely’ and that reminds me of home

@burnt-tortellini you’re a little shit most of the time but ig you make me smile

When I laugh at you

[legallysoup]

22.10.23 - sunday, dimanche, søndag 10/31 days of the studyblr community challenge

lots of language learning today! i promoted in duolingo leagues and im getting whiplash from it ngl.

things i did today:

🌼finished my economics (vocab, etc). i did it kinda badly but ill just edit it later i guess 🌼more french (food revision ig) 🌼a very small amount of minerals research

things i will try to do tomorrow:

🍃more of my minerals research 🍃finish more than 50% of my french vocab 🍃edit my economics (its terrible i just cbb tbh)

things i did for me today: 🌧️went for a run (there was rain!! i love rain <3) 🌧️just chilled again today tbh 🌧️washed my hair (idk if this counts as self care but who cares)

day ten: what is the one thing you wished you could change about studyblr?

to be honest i don't really know, i haven't spent enough time here (just over a week ;-;) to properly say, but i reckon the main thing is probably just the STUDY TILL YOU DIE mentality some people give off. like yes that is great but where is the 'i support you even though you take an unconventional route'? where is the 'i think you can do it, even if no one else has. being first is hardest, and that makes you the best in your own way's? we're a community reason. but other than that this was hard because i love studyblr a lot! love you guys <33

today has a bit more ✨slay✨ ykwim. its interesting picking pictures because my blog is chaos and has no theme but what i might just end up matching my notion layout (i love my notion sm) and its green and cream yup.

bonus round: things i might do to my acc for the aesthetic

✨choose a theme for now or smth revamp later girlie ✨tag and sort my posts ✨write an intro with said tags ✨just be aesthetic yass queen slay

go drink some water lovelies! have a great day/night/whatever time it is for you <33

[annika-f16]

The first time we see Kika 'copying' Alex is in December of 2023, when she wears the iconic Alexandra Monaco Meshki dress. Kika wears the black version and posts a tiktok on Christamas

This I don't count as copying because Meshki could have just sent her the dress in a PR package. However, most of the comments on that tiktok talk about how she is wearing the 'Alex dress'. I believe Kika was the first wag after Alex to wear Meshki to the paddock, in Silverstone 2023 but I can't remember for sure.

The time people notice Kika 'copying' Alex is in mid 2024 when Kika posts a tiktok wearing a House of Cb dress, the Carmen dress that ironically, Alex wore to Wimbledon 2023. Keep in mind that Kika and Pierre joined Charles and Alex in Wimbledon that year, so Kika def knows that Alex had the dress. It's also the second dress that Alex wore that went viral.

Alex wore the dress in the Rose Print, Kika in blush. Now again, this could be a coincidence considering House of CB is a big brand.

This is where I actually belived that Kika started copying Alex. After Charles and Alex adopt Leo and Leo begins to gain fame thus giving Alex a lot of attention, Kika starts acting weird on social media. Before that, she used to like Alex's posts fairly often and even commented on some, after Alex starts getting wayy more popular than her, she starts ignoring her on social media.

A month after Leo is adopted, Kika starts posting on her IG story about wanting a dog and all the gossip pages joke about Kika wanting to copy Alex. The thing is, Kika keeps on posting about wanting a dog and during that time, the Miami GP rolls around. It's Alex's first time back in the paddock for 2024 and photographers go wild. Hundreds of pictures of her are released that weekend and the two outfits that she wears goes semi viral. On Quali, Alex wears a denim on denim look and is praised for it, and on Shelby's blog, we joked that Kika and Kelly would copy Alex and wear a denim on denim look to the next GP. Turns out, Kika wears a denim on denim Meshki set on Sunday💀. People on gossip sites go wild because Kika as well as Kelly both wear similar style outfits and it looks like they essentially copied Alex.

This strikes a series of events where Kika subtly copies something Alex does. I can't remember all the instances, but they were sent to Steppy's blog as soon as it happens.

When Kika and Pierre adopt Simba, on the first post introducing Simba there are a ton of comments accusing Kika of seeing the fame Alex and Leo got and was trying to recreate ot with Simba.

An anon asked for this to be added, "I noticed Kika also used the brand Misha after Alex wore it"

I'll edit and add more things to this later, but this is the rough draft since some anons in my inbox are impatient af.

[hetaliastuf]

oh you poor thing; you have no idea what you've just brought upon yourself >:D

💕👎🔮✒️🔥📚💛🪞🧠🏆🗺️

ong

💕 : Who's a character thst you love but never (or rarely) talk about?

Iceland! He's actually in my top 3 but I don't rly know what to post ab him. I wouldn't call him underrated since he has a lot of fans, but I'll try to mention him in my posts more in the future :3

👎 : What's the worst character design in your opinion?

Belarus' ribbon maid outfit thing she has going on is just... weird imo?? I would appreciate it if she just wore a normal uniform like everyone else tbh. Also Turkiye's mask is zesty af idc

🔮 : You can choose to retcon one thing from the manga/anime, what is it?

Korea's character maybe?? idk why Hima considered that a good idea.. I would prob replace him with an entirely new character,,, oh, and that super old strip with Japan and China (you know the one I'm talking ab) was super bizarre and I dont see a reason not to remove it if I was given the option to ahshdhg

✒️ : Do you have a headcanon that you love, but directly contradicts canon?

Does the FACE family dynamic count?? Idk if it contradicts canon b in case it doesn't im also gonna say that I see Hungary as a lesbian which im pretty sure does count bc she was canonically married to Austria iirc

🔥: Give us a hetalia hot take !

I'd really like to see more moments of the axis and the allies just hanging out together. Considering theyre the main characters it's lowkey sad many of them barely have any interactions together (Hima pls all I need is a panel w/ Germany nd China). I rly liked the movie night episode in the anime for that exact reason

📚 : Recommend a fanfic?

I haven't read that many hetalia fics acc, but searching under the Allies tag on AO3 is my favourite thing to pass a Sunday afternoon <3 def recommend it

💛 : Name a friendship that doesn't exist in canon but you'd like to see between two characters!

I have a ton of those but ig my fav example is Italy and America. I feel like if they were given more scenes together they'd be a rly good duo, since they both have the same vibes nd stuff imo

🪞 : Do you have any physical appearance headcanons for your favourite character?

I like to think China is a leftie mostly bc i'm a leftie and I dont see much representation of us in media,, i can also imagine him having chubby cheeks for some reason

🧠 : What's your most "essential" headcanon? (one you can't imagine the hetalia universe without!)

Idk how to answer this one 😭

🏆 : Sell us on a character! Maybe it's someone you think deserves more love - tell us why they should be liked !!

Romano is not underrated but shh let's ignore that,,, so yh I find him very relatable most of the time, he has a lot of canon content to consume and he's overall js an entertaining character and a grumpy silly lil guy who's fun to like

🗺️ : Who's your favourite allies member? Axis member? Nordic? And favourite character who's not in one of these groups?

My fav ally is China (or maybe Canada idk), fav axis member is Japan nd fav nordic is def Iceland. From the rest of the cast i like Greece, his cat obsession is the realest thing ever, I ship giripan and that's also the country I'm from sooo