#itt hit me

[chefhuman]

[londoneh]

Goofy lookin’ clock.

*❤️‍🔥*

[neonghozt]

The administrator:]

[heuffopla]

Watched the first season of Smiling Friends again with some friends, but in French this time. Alan's French voice fits him a little TOO well.. Scary stuff..... 🇨🇵

[dnangelic]

[burirammin]

Lowkey dying inside trying to study for a civil service test, read: struggling. I despite reading for tests especially ones I don't personally care for. It is just so mind-bogglingly boring, like so boring you want to punch wall kind of boring.

And then writing it all down in neat little pages because it won't feel real if I didn't. The curse of needing something real and tangible so you have proof that you've actually done something and not just wasting time and space ugghhhhhhh

Shit like this is what remind me why I want a punching bag in my working room. I am. simmering with rageeee

[famousblueraincoatmp3]

its 10 am and im listening to various postions. i havent even tried enjoying my day

[jo-com]

hello🎀

i read your fics,and girllllll they're so good.

I just wanted to make a request for a Carlos Sainz x fem reader. So the topic is yn and carlos are friends who have secret crush on each other. Basically, friends to lovers. But yn is not a famous person,she's just a normal girl💁‍♀️

and pls no smut 😔🙏

just fluff🤕✊

୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅ ☆ ➛Best Friend Material?

Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader

Summary: Based off the request above!

Genre: Friends to lovers! Major fluff

Note: Sorry for not making this earlier, I’ve been busy😭 also thanks for requesting!! There are some grammatical errors.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ➛ My Masterlist

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Just/yn Beach day with idk who

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Carlossainz55 I shouldn’t have come😑

Just/yn Nah you’ll miss me too much😋🩷

Carlossainz55 sure if u say so…

Urbff Just smash already

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With a flustered face, you turned off your phone and threw it over the other side of the couch. Mentally cursing at your best friend. What was she thinking— commenting that on your post.

What if Carlos saw it? Is he going to distance himself or something? What if he feels disgusted? What if— So many what ifs.

Your heart started to race as many thought coursed through your head. Fuck, you’re so screwed.

…

Carlos stared blankly at your post. His eyes blinking abruptly and jaw hanging wide open from shock; He wasn’t imagining things right?

It was clear that he saw your best friend’s comment before getting deleted by you. What does she mean by that? Why would she comment something like that if there weren’t any hints to it?

Carlos let’s out a heavy sigh, “Fuck, i am clearly loosing my mind.”

…

Days go on by as they avoid one another; afraid to talk to each other and make things weird.

The two we’re oblivious about each other’s feelings and your best friend had enough of it. You guys were clearly suffering and was idiotically enough to think that distance would help. Face slap.

So as their cupid, your best friend thought of a plan.

…

“Hey y/n can i borrow your phone”, your friend asked nonchalantly— her body leaning closer to the couch to find comfort

You glared at her laid back figure. Your face scrunched up and eyes narrowing skeptically,“what for?”

“Nothing, just want to send something to myself through your phone” she shrugged, answering as if her request was normal.

You were hesitant at first but as your friend, you trusted her not to do something crazy like last time. So you grabbed your phone from the side and handed it to her.

“Here, don’t do stupid shit, okay?”

F/n rolled her eyes and took your phone. “Yeah yeah” she replied, waving off her hand and then opening your phone.

With a sly grin, she went to contacts and changed Carlos’s name to hers; making it seem that she was just chatting her and not Carlos.

If this doesn’t work, i don’t know what will.

…

➛ Messages (Y/n and Carlos)

…

After that, they soon hit it off and started dating— they later found out that it was all f/n’s doing. They were both furious and grateful;

I am happy to say that they went and soon live a romantic life— just like those in fairy tales.

…

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Just/yn Happy 4th anniversary mi amour💕💞

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Carlossainz55 I love you so much mi vida😍

Just/yn I love you more carlitos💗

Urbff Fucking finally

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I had so much fun making these!! I hope this was okay and that you enjoyed reading itt!! Always enjoy making requests

[sommerbueckers]

hey baby! so i couldn’t really come up to some scenario, but i would realllyyyy like to see smth like reader is a professional ballerina and has a 🤏🏼 age gap w Paige, (P could also be r’s older sister’s friend if thats sits well with you) and like they have a situationship or Paige tries to hit on r, but P keeps her playboy attitude (ifykwim). I would be really happy to see this especially when i’m in love with everything u do, but its alr if you don’t feel like itt! Love ya and forever grateful 🫂♥️

����𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭

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✰ 𝐰𝐜 :: 𝟏.𝟓𝐤

✰ 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 !!

✰ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲

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THE MUSIC CEASED, AND the entirety of the theater was submerged in a thick silence. You panted softly, your gaze casted downward while your hands were raised above your hand in an 'O' shape. Seconds passed, seconds that felt like hours, before the audience erupted with cheers.

People stood, people whistled, people clapped, and you felt your body finally relax. The man beside you, Theodore was his name, smiled proudly to the crowd before he gently took your hand and led you backstage. Once the two of you were concealed by the thick, black curtain, you leapt into his arms.

"We did it, Theo! We did it!" you hailed, your voice muffled as you spoke into the fabric of his leotard.

Theo chortled in his own disbelief, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

After months of rehearsing and previewing the performance, you and Theo had finally brought it to the stage. Pas de deux was no walk in the park, you had many bruises to attest to that, but the hardest part was over: Opening Night.

You fanned your face after Theo set you down, your lips permanently stretched from ear to ear as the people backstage repeatedly congratulated you. A while after you retreated to your dressing room, wanting nothing more than to see your family who had been waiting to see you all night. You and Theo walked out together.

"You were amazing out there, Svea."

"Me?" you gawked, a laugh following afterward. "You were incredible! When we first started rehearsing you didn't even have the strength to lift me! You remember that?"

"Yes, unfortunately, it's hard to forget," he sighed, shaking his head.

You playfully nudged him arm with your elbow, "You've come a long way, so you better celebrate tonight."

"I will. I'm gonna 'get turnt' as you say," he smiled.

The two of you reached the front lobby where it had begun to clear out. Though people still lingered, as people usually did, it wasn't hard to spot your family amidst all of them.

Your mother waved excitedly, rushing toward you with the largest of smiles on her face. She took you into her arms just as Theo had done, her grip was much weaker than his.

"Oh honey, i'm so proud of you!" she cried, her brown eyes going glossy with tears.

"We, Sonya," your father chimed in from behind her.

"Yes, yes," the woman waved dismissively. "That young man was great too, I thought he handled you with so much care."

"We! We thought that," your father had stepped forward now, wrapping his thick arm around you and drowning you in his cologne. There was a bouquet of red roses in his hand, secured together with a silky black ribbon. "We got these for you. Your mother picked them out, of course, but I paid."

You laughed lightly, "Thank you dad."

"Alright, outta the way! My turn!"

Your head snapped in the direction of your sister's voice, grimacing as she pushed your father aside and pulled you in for a hug. She was a few years older than you, but the top of her head stopped just above your shoulder.

"You looked like a spec of dust flyin' around out there, I wasn't sure if it was really you," she said, squinting upward. "Look like you could use a donut or two."

You patted your stomach, "Definitely could."

"If you ride with me and Paige, we'll take you to Krispy Kreme or something," she winked.

"Paige?"

As if on cue, Paige appeared behind your sister. She also had a bouquet of flowers, but these were different from the ones your father had gifted you; these were special. It was a bundle of hibiscuses tied together by a pink ribbon, Paige had always known what you liked. You stared at her in awe — of the gesture of course.

She presented them to you with a smile, the smile that she often gave you whenever she did something remarkably sweet but didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

"You got me these?" you tilted your head at her.

"No," she frowned, "your sister did. She jus' didn't feel like holding them."

"Actually I gave them to you when I went to the bathroom and you refused to give them back after that," the shorter girl argued.

"Oh." You hid your disappointment well, nobody seemed to notice it as you thanked your sister for the flowers and followed the group out of the building. Of course Paige hadn't gotten the flowers for you, the gesture was too grand, and Paige often preferred to keep things clandestine.

You, Paige, and your sister separated from your parents, heading toward the parking garage where the two had parked.

Paige fell into step with you, her hands stuffed casually into her pockets as she smiled down at you.

"You looked pretty up there," she whispered, "You look pretty all the time, but, especially when you're dancing."

You blushed at her compliment, shaking your head and keeping your eyes steady on your sister's back.

"Not gonna thank me?"

"Thank you, Paige."

"That didn't feel genuine," she sucked her teeth, "I think you'll have to give me a kiss to prove you meant it."

You flashed her a disapproving look, "You know I don't kiss people i'm not dating."

"You kissed me before," she reminded you, lowering her voice a bit.

You sighed slightly, glancing up at her to find her giving you that signature smirk. "Maybe later."

That answer seemed to satisfy her enough, she nodded triumphantly and began to walk ahead of you to assist your sister in finding the car.

Did you want to kiss Paige? Of course you did, what girl didn't? But that was the problem, any girl that wanted to kiss Paige got what they wanted. You knew you couldn't have her all to yourself, so you tried to find peace in the little piece that she'd given you.

"LEMME TAKE A PIC OF YOU WITH YOUR FLOWERS."

Everyone had gone to bed except for you and Paige. The two of you were standing in the kitchen, the light to the fan above the stove hardly illuminating your faces.

You swallowed a bite of your donut, "Um, why?"

"Because they're pretty," she shrugged, "and you're pretty. So, why not?" She always knew exactly what to say. She grabbed the bouquet from the island and handed it over to you.

"Say 'Paige' on three," she smiled.

Your shoulders slumped, "I'm not saying that shit."

"Fine. Jus' say 'Cheese' then," she rolled her eyes.

"Cheese..." you repeated, cradling the bundle of flowers in your arm. Paige's finger rapidly tapped the button, taking more pictures than she needed. "Can I see them?"

"If you want," she shrugged, "but you gotta give me somethin' first." She was childish wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You scoffed, moving back toward the counter to set the flowers down. "Can you ever just be nice without a price?"

"Bro c'mon," she sighed, tilting her head. "You can't really sit there and tell me you don't wanna kiss me."

She was right, you couldn't. The truth was you bad been waiting all night to kiss Paige, you just wanted to seem stronger than you were. She was staring at you with those bright blue eyes, those perfect pink lips pulled into a smirk, she knew what I was doing.

She stepped closer, her phone lying abandoned on the countertop. "How 'bout this," she started, "i'll ask you one last time, and if you say 'no' I won't ever ask again, okay?" She was pretending to be sweet, like if the thought of her kissing me actually made me uncomfortable then she would stop if I asked her to. She knew i'd never ask. She knew I wouldn't say 'no', not to her.

She was towering over me now, her eyes low, gaze determined to break me. I pressed my hands to her abdomen, I tried to find the strength within me to push her away but all I could manage to do was keep her there. She trapped my wrists in her fingers, snaking them under her shirt to lay against her skin.

"Tell me," her voice was low, and she was breathing hard through her nose. Like she was trying her hardest to contain herself.

You couldn't look her in the eyes, but you could feel her breath hot on your forehead.

"C'mon, Svea, tell me. Tell me you don't wanna kiss me."

"I can't."

"Why can't you?" she urged.

"Because I do wanna kiss you," you sighed out, having accepted your defeat.

Paige stepped back from you, nodding her head with a victorious smile. "I know."

You had fallen for it, just like always. She'd steer you away from your boundaries, right until just after you broke, and then she'd play you like a fool. Just like she had done just now.

She tauntingly pointed her finger at you, breaking off a piece of your donut and tossing it in her mouth. "Next time, don't be so stubborn."

She retreated up the stairs to your sister's room, leaving you alone in the dimply lit kitchen with your lips parted and a tingly feeling between your legs.

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[valentine-cafe]

. ˚◞♡ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒕𝒕𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ₊˚

⊹ ۪ ࣪ mercenary x reader, mutant x reader, immortal x reader, cw: smut, size kink, penetrative sex ⊹ ۪ ࣪

“there we go cariño. . mhhm, nice and slow,”

a rough hand trails up so that a calloused thumb flicks over your perked nipple. a swell of butterflies in your tummy increases as you slowly work your way down the mercenary's thick cock.

“a-alessio —”

a yelp in response to his hand abruptly dropping to wrap around your dick instead. his emerald eyes brim with mirth.

“a-alessio it's so. . . s-s'big. . .” you whine. fingers scramble to grip onto his shoulders, down his chest where your fingertips graze his pierced nipples; wherever you could as you sat there above his lap. contemplating whether or not you should take him all in; not that he really gives you a choice when a smack hits your ass along with a squeeze to the base of your dick.

“oh come on,” a breathy chuckle laced with his thick accent fills the heated air. that haughty gaze flickers up to you through his lashes. “this tight little — ah - a-ass took me last week. . . just needs a lil' fuckin. . .”

in tandem with his words, his hips slowly start grinding up - easing out a few more hiccuping moans as you squirm around. every vein, every pulse, every little squirt of pre-cum. . . you feel it all as you watch your little hole engulf his more than average cock.

“y-you — you nnghhh, fuck. . . y-you're so impatient,” you hiss when a buck of his hips has even more of him inside of you and has your smaller frame jerking forward. forearms flush against his chest as both his hands quickly finds your ass, spreading it just right for him to continue fucking his way in with little grinds and shallow thrusts.

“for you? always,” the merc winks, giving the squish of your thigh a little squeeze only to chuckle at your whine. your skin looks so pretty with his dark nails.

“yeah, yeah I know,” alessio grunts. “I'll give you something to whine about in a sec.”

his exhale of pleasure fans against your neck before his breath is up against your ear.

“be a good boy for me and just give me one last stretch. . . ngh, y-yeah. . . yeah that's it baby, thaatttt'sss itt," the croon is enough to make you squirt then and there, but you settle for little spurts of pre. which of course he mocks you for.

“mhhm? squirting from being f-fucked out on my cock - hah - yeah? oh yeah I know. . . I know hermoso,” his hand slips back to pump at your weeping dick, pressing a thumb down against your tip and swirling the precum all over.

he wastes no time in holding you down against his base as he starts humping his hips upwards, grunting with every wet slap against your soft ass.

“you're gonna keep taking it like a good boy. . . need this body to remember who it cums for.”

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ earth 781 alessio arias⊹ ۪ ࣪

[comet-forgot-you]

can u do sum like if r is an overachiever studying late night in her dorm and amber is just laying on r bed, needy asf? totally all good if u dont feel like doing itt

if i ever say i don’t want to write needy!amber, just know that thats either not me or i have been taken hostage.

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

needy!amber who had texted you multiple times, begging for your attention only to receive no response. so she takes it upon herself to go to your dorm and demand your attention, only to get there and not receive an answer when she knocks. she groans, trying her luck at opening your door, and for the first time tonight, it goes her way and your door opens.

she makes her way into your dorm, finding you sitting at your desk with headphones on, your phone charging next to your bed as you worked out one of your professor’s long problems. she wraps her arms around your shoulders and you jump slightly, leaving a a line through your work. you recognize amber’s familiar perfume, smiling softly despite your internal groans.

she tugs your headphones off, greeting you with a peck on your cheek. “hey, baby,” you greet, palming her arm.

“hi,” she looks over your shoulder at the strewn out math problems scribbled in your notebook. “studying?” you nod the best you can in her hold.

“i didn’t know you were coming,” you mumble, glancing around your desk for your phone. amber smiles, pulling away from you to retrieve your phone.

“i texted you but it seems like you were too busy to answer.” she places the phone face down on your desk and you turn in your chair to face her. “you need to start locking your door, what if i was a killer?”

“i’m sorry, i was just so caught up in this and i need to get it done tonight, i’m sorry baby.”

“it’s fine,” she huffs, sitting on the edge of your bed. you turn your attention back to your work and amber huffs again. you try to ignore it, rewriting your messed up problem back out.

a few minutes pass and you can hear amber shuffling on your bed, growing restless as her need grew more. she lets out a dramatic groan, head falling back to meet your pillow. you turn to face her. “whats up with you?”

“nothing,” she huffs out, a very obvious lie. you roll your eyes.

“amber, use your words.”

“i need you.”

you flush, heat coursing through your body. “ambs,” you want her just as badly, but your determination to finish studying was nagging at you. “just let me finish this and i promise i’ll take such good care of you.” she lets out a huff, rolling her eyes. she motions for you to turn around and you send her an apologetic smile.

you return your focus to your work, and everything is fine for a moment. it’s not until more shuffling comes from your bed, and a piece of clothing hits your back that your attention drifts slightly from your work. you shake your head, you need to get this done.

you swallow thickly, going back to finishing the problem in front of you. your music was quiet from your headphone’s place around your neck. you’re far too focused on your work to notice what’s happening just behind you.

amber sinks her fingers into her cunt, a breathy moan falling from her lips. you hear it, of course you do. you turn to face her again and she’s quick to redirect your attention to your work. “finish your work, baby. i’ll take care of myself since you don’t want to.”

you whine, your fingers gripping your pen tightly. fuck. you reluctantly turn your attention back to your work, shaky hands writing the solution down slowly. amber’s moans pick up as her pace does. you can hear the sound of her soaked cunt and it drives you crazy. you need her, you need her now.

you rush through the problem, not caring if its right or wrong. the moment you finish, your dropping your pen, removing the headphones from around your neck, and joining amber in your bed. you grab her wrist, stopping her from fucking herself any further.

“really, amber? you couldn’t wait for me to finish one problem before you start fucking yourself? such a filthy slut.” she whimpers as you pull her fingers from her cunt, placing them on your tongue. you lap up her juices, your own fingers sinking into her cunt. she whines as your curl them inside of her, hips bucking to meet you.

“you should’ve waited, ambs.”

[sillygoofyqueer]

Hi, I had some questions about the crowyuan au. What do the other heavenly demons think about him? Like Zhuzhi-lang and tianlang-jun, I was imagining the antics tianlang-jun would get up to in teasing sy, and how maybe Zzl would bond with sy over being part heavenly demon part animal demon. I love this au so much and I would love to add even more heavenly demons into the mix. Actually I wonder if zzl and sy would not get along, because crows and snakes kill each other in nature. Either way, ideas for thought. Thank you so much for making this au I love it so much!!

Herlo herlo there!!! Firstly, I'm so so glad that you like this AU, crowyuan anon brought it to me and I think we just spiralled from there - honestly, I've just started posting about it very recently again, but not a day went by that I wasn't thinking about it. And OH MY GOD, THIS KIND OF QUESTION IS THE ONE I LOVE. I LOVE WRITING ABOUT REACTIONS. TEEHEHEHEHEHE. THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! Let's DO THIS!!!! Tianlang-Jun: This fucking guy would come back from being trapped under the mountain, hear about a 'corvid king' and just immediately go snoop around. He disappears for a couple of years and the corvids have gotten their shit together enough to have a KING now??? He meets Shen Yuan and he is violently excited the moment he spots a FELLOW heavenly demon that reads his favourite genre - even if it is just to trash it!! He gets the best recommendations off the demon, and he also gets so much entertainment from watching all of the corvid demons n yao stumble over one another to try and woo SY. If TLJ so much as mentions the courting methods of the corvids, SY goes a delightful shade of red that TLJ cannot help but find inherently amusing. Not only that, but SY is cunning and intelligent! Although he spends most of his time dallying in the human realm, TLJ was emperor of the demon realm for a reason, and finding a likeminded individual who has positively delightful tactics to deal with irritating flies is nothing but exciting in TLJ's eyes. Zhuzhi-Lang: I am psychotic over the idea that most of the time, these two are completely chill with one another, with Zhuzhi-Lang getting hit with the wifebeam and being in awe of the doting that Shen Yuan drops onto him without any expectations in return!! However. There's just a tiny, itty bitty amount of time where one of them trips up and succumbs to their more feral instincts - SY snatches up something shiny without thinking, ZZL steals a small bit of prey that SY had been gunning for - and they just fucking BRAWL. Of course, with how demons court and flirt, ZZL is like "ohmygodohmygodohmygod we're fighting!!" and TLJ is in the background like "damn, go off nephew!!! Look at you go, you slutty slutty snake" (/j). Meanwhile, SY's mindset is just "MYfuckingshinystupidsnakewhenIfuckinggetyou", even after he is reminded of the courting methods because he can't heeelp itt!!! (let me know if you want other ((non-heavenly)) demons' reactions to this little freak (((/aff))))

[1-900-venusluvs]

i still adore you, I swear

🍃! Plug! Miguel x Fem! reader !🍃

A/n: guys i was mf arching my back and typing this out on my laptop n I'm so glad ppl like the first one I rlly appreciate itt pookies! also I had to crop some of this out cause my man was full on arching his BACKK but credits to JesGreenEight for this banner!!!

cw/smut warning: pure smut, Miguel being a freaky man, weed, shitty ending bc y'all KNOW i'm absolute dog dookie at writing them, creampie, oral (m receiving), somewhere in it I said that reader has a bad reflex and I'm so sorrayy.

So now here you are, smoking a joint with your plug. The harsh yet sweet aroma of weed filled his room. He passes the joint back to you letting you take a rip. You cough a little from the smoke clouding your lungs but still manage to have a smile. You pass the joint back to him without a word. Breaking the silence Miguel spoke in an almost slurred tone. 

“I know it’s not the weed speaking but has anyone told you you're so attractive, ma?” His veiny hand finds your thigh before rubbing the flesh without knowing. You immediately snicker as you answer back in a flirty tone.

“Hmm no Miggy they haven't” he trails his hand closer and grips your inner thigh while chuckling, you two were just on the moon. He replies to your comment after taking a hit.

“Honestly I should show you how attractive you are to me.” your eyes widened at his statement but you were intrigued at most. The way his shirt hugged him, the way you can see his cock print through his sweatpants. It was all so feverish. He comes closer to you with his lips up to your neck making the hair stand up practically. 

“You smell so good.” he finally says before placing kisses on your neck making you moan. His kisses go lower to your chest. He takes off your shirt revealing your skin to him. He instantly kisses your neck now having his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. The smell of weed and anticipation is clouding the room. Your panties are already soaked from when he first called you attractive. Before you know it he speaks in an entertaining tone.

 “How about you taking it out for me?”

 You instantly pull down his pants and his underwear. His cock bounces to his stomach before standing back up. His cock was decorated with some hair. Your breath caught in your throat after realizing how hot it was. You knew it was wrong but it felt so damn good, you can say that.

He puts the palm of his hand on your cheek as he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb, he looks down at you with love in his eyes. Were you always this pretty? 

“Look at those pretty lips.” 

he says in an admiring tone. You faintly smile before giving a couple of kitten licks and then actually putting your whole mouth on the tip. 

“You like that?” You mumble out on his cock. Miguel could’ve just came right then and there. He saw how sexy you looked with your soft lips wrapped around his cock like a glove.

 “There you go” he muttered under his breath. You push your head deeper onto his cock but you choke on it due to your horrible gag reflex. You pull back with a saliva string pulling with you.

“Hmm, Miguel..” 

 you say, slurring your words a bit. You were cockdrunk from him. 

“You did such a good job, didn’t you? m’ so proud baby.” He spoke out while looking down at you. He breaks the moment of silence by saying. 

        “Think you can bend over for me mami?” He says before stroking his cock. You bend over to feel his huge hands grabbing and kneading the fat of your hips and pulling your pants down. He gasps and chuckles when he sees your panties with a wet spot making it noticeable. “I see you getting wet for me.” He says.

 He pulls your panties to the side to see your plump lips soaked It just looks like you wanted to get fucked by him. He knows what you need, Just let him guide you. Suddenly you feel his fat mushroom tip lay on your clit. 

“Are you ready bunny?” He just makes you feel mushy inside even if he’s saying simple things. You nod your head before preparing for his cock. He shoves his tip in, You whimper as you can feel being stretched out by his thick tip. 

“Awhh shit. Your pussy’s huggin’ around me.” He moans out. He can even admit that your pussy did make him moan and groan. He has fucked many girls but they all just felt like he had to do it. With you, it feels special. 

“Hmm, M-miggy..please move..” you moan. Your moans sounded pornographic. He bucks his hips into you while grunting. 

“Ah this pussy got superpowers or somethin’ hm?” He jokes before smacking your plump ass. He loves the way it jiggles when he smacks it even lightly. 

“God d-damn.” You manage to yelp out. He thrusts deeper into your pussy. “Fuck you're gonna make me cum. Can’t believe I have your cute ass under me.” 

After minutes of moaning and groaning, you feel a full feeling. His cum sprays inside your cunt and you feel it Immediately fill your cunt up. When he pulls out his soft cock you can feel you can feel his cum leak out of your cunt.

“Your mine got it? my stock is coming soon but you're mine from now on,” he says hugging you to the bed and holding you fairly close to him. You feel butterflies roam around your stomach when you see his hand on your lower waist. Before you even spoke you heard his snores filling the room. You giggle quietly at the fact that he fell asleep in a second.

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[iamwonyoung]

i like you — m.l

p. mark x f!reader

t. fluff, comfort, reader has toxic family, toxic household, arguments infront of the table, comparing, asian type of parents lmao, mark confessed at the end :^

n. i wrote this cuz i relate to itt:// except for the fact that i dont have a mark lee to comfort me.

𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭𖹭

you and mark were just teenagers, never really caring much about anything. carefree, careless, and chaotic, but in a way that felt right for both of you. you didn’t think too deeply about life, just drifting through it together. mark was more than just your best friend, he was like the very definition of what a best friend should be—always there, no questions asked, no judgments made. it never even crossed your mind that you’d develop feelings for him, feelings you knew you shouldn’t have, but somehow, there you were.

home had never been a place of comfort for you. it haunted you, how the very people who were supposed to be your family always seemed to be against you. “i expected better from you, y/n,” your mother’s cold words hit you straight in the face, the disappointment in her voice unmistakable.

"i’ve already done so much better than before..." you barely managed to whisper, feeling the weight of every stare in the room as your family’s eyes bore into you, judging every bit of who you were as you sat there at the dining table. the meal in front of you remained untouched. the tension in the air was so thick, it made it impossible to even think about eating. honestly? every meal felt like this. breakfast, lunch, dinner—always filled with criticism, scolding, and the constant reminder that you needed to be better.

“better is never enough,” your mother added, her tone sharp. “do your best.” you bit down on your lower lip to stop yourself from saying something you’d regret, forcing your gaze away from her.

but then the words that always stung the most reached your ears. “look at your sister, she’s excelling. why can’t you learn from her?”

those words echoed in your mind, cutting deeper than you wanted to admit.

really now?

you couldn’t help the bitter scoff that escaped your lips. standing up from the table, you finally looked at your mother. after 18 years of holding it in, you had reached your limit.

“why is it always her that you see?” you asked, your voice shaking with frustration. “if you’re just going to keep praising her and tearing me down, then maybe you shouldn’t even consider me your daughter anymore. because honestly?” you paused, taking in the shocked expressions of everyone at the table. some of them looked surprised, others just furrowed their brows, while a few remained completely expressionless. “honestly, i’ve never once felt like i was your daughter.” the words trembled out of you, but you said them anyway before storming out of the dining room.

you could hear your mother shouting your name, telling you to come back, but you didn’t hear a thing. you were too overwhelmed, too tired, too angry.

you stormed out of the house, slamming the front door behind you. poor mark, who had been on his way over to your place with a bunch of school papers for you to catch up on, stood there, startled. he blinked a few times, watching as you walked right past him without even a glance in his direction.

you walked quickly, your feet carrying you towards the small park near your neighborhood, adrenaline rushing through your veins.

“assholes,” you muttered to yourself, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on you as you kicked at the stones scattered along the path. why did it have to be this way? why did something as simple as family feel so impossible?

you sighed heavily, your chest tight with frustration and exhaustion. why did it all feel so heavy? why did you feel so overwhelmed? you had never compared yourself to your sister before, but now that you thought about it, you realized she really was better—better in every way.

you found yourself sitting on a swing, staring up at the sky as the cold breeze brushed against your skin. you hadn’t eaten dinner, just like so many nights before, but you didn’t even care anymore. arguments always seemed to fill the space where food should have.

before you knew it, you felt something warm and soft drape across your shoulders, startling you for a moment. you turned your head to see mark standing there, looking down at you, his expression full of concern. you could tell he knew something had happened at home again, but he didn’t ask. instead, he simply placed his jacket around your shoulders, offering you the only comfort he could.

“it’s cold,” he said softly, sitting on the swing next to you. he still had the school papers in his hand, but he didn’t say a word about them. he just stared straight ahead, not wanting to look at you, not wanting to make you feel like he was judging you the way your family did.

sometimes it was better to just sit in silence, to be there without saying anything, making sure you were okay without asking questions that didn’t need to be asked.

"what's that?" you managed to ask, glancing down at the papers in his hand.

mark looked over at you, studying your face carefully. "it's the pair project," he said calmly.

huh?

did he really do it all by himself?

"what?" you straightened up, furrowing your brows as you stared at him. there was no way he’d just gone ahead and completed the project without even asking for your help. "what about me?" you asked, your voice catching a little.

"what about you?" he tilted his head, his expression neutral.

you felt yourself slipping back into your usual comfort zone, the kind of casual banter you were used to with him. "what about my grades? you did that all on your own?" you asked, feeling a strange mix of confusion and guilt.

"yeah," he said, cutting you off before you could say more. "you weren’t feeling well the past few days, so i just did it myself. i came by to give you a copy so you could look it over, in case the teacher asks you anything about it..." he explained, handing the papers to you.

you looked down at them, still trying to process. why was he being so nice?

"mark, what’s gotten into you?" you narrowed your eyes at him, suspicion creeping into your voice.

"i’m just being a person," he replied, his words simple, but his eyes told a different story. he was clearly itching to ask what had happened, but he held back, not wanting to upset you any further by prying.

so he just sat there in silence, keeping his mouth shut, waiting for you to speak if you wanted to.

it was silent. the kind of silence that was eating away at mark, making the air between you both feel heavier with each passing second.

he sighed.

he couldn't take it any longer. without looking at you, he decided to speak. "you know i’m here," he said quietly, his voice softer than usual.

mark might have been the jerk you’d known for most of your life, but jerk mark wasn’t just some jerk—he was mark lee. your mark. the definition of "best" in best friend.

"you can always lean on me, you know that," he added, his voice still gentle, but firm in its sincerity.

you looked away, suddenly feeling the weight on your chest again. what was wrong with you? moments ago, everything felt fine, or at least manageable, but now the heaviness had returned. maybe it was because mark was so good at making you feel safe, good at making you feel seen.

you sighed, your throat tight and your eyes stinging a little. "you’re a jerk," you said, your voice shaking, trying to hold back the emotions building up inside.

mark glanced at you then. "maybe i am," he said with a small shrug. "but i care. a lot. i see you, i see your emotions, and i..." he trailed off, not wanting to say too much, not wanting to make things more complicated than they already were.

but what could he do? the truth was too obvious to hide.

"i can’t help but feel bad," he continued after a beat. "i can’t do much about it, other than just stay by your side. be here for you."

what else could he do?

you didn’t know how to respond. what had gotten into him? you looked down at your shoes, his jacket still draped over your shoulders, the faint smell of his cologne lingering around you.

"you shouldn’t say that," you said with a bitter chuckle. "honestly, you’re better than my parents." the laugh that followed was short and hollow.

mark looked at you, but this time, he didn’t know what to say.

"no," he finally said after a moment. "i’m just seeing you for who you really are." he gave you a small, hesitant smile, and then gently reached out, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. "don’t think so little of yourself. you’re too precious to be seen that way," he added softly.

you scoffed, looking away, feeling a little flustered. "you sound crazy now."

the silence returned for a brief moment.

"maybe i am," he said with a small nod.

you furrowed your brows, turning to look at him in confusion. what was he even talking about?

"am i crazy if i say i like you?" he added, his voice barely above a whisper.

[cosmicflw3rr]

things we’ve never said.

dominik mysterio x fem!reader

summary: you and dom have been friends for as long as you can remember, but when he begins to distance himself from you, everything falls apart. will you crumble under the weight of it all and confess your true feelings to him?

A/N: I could not come up with a good title for thiss.. 😭 also this is my first time ever writing on here so lmk how you guys feel about itt.

you and dom have been close friends since you were young. growing up with parents in the WWE, you and him would hang out whenever your parents brought you to work.

throughout the years the two of you remained close, the both of you following in your parents footsteps and becoming wwe wrestlers. you and him becoming inseparable, since you got drafted to raw.

even though he was in the judgment day, and you were making a name for yourself, you always found a way to support and be there for each other.

as time passed, it hit you that dom was gradually drifting from you. the post-show hangouts you both used to have were replaced by solo nights in your hotel room, binging your favorite show.

and you traded in your late-night waffle house trips for early morning trips to the hotel gym, trying to clear your mind.

while the friendship you shared with dom started to fade, his connection with rhea only grew stronger, leaving you to deal with your thoughts.

you could feel yourself fading into the background, witnessing all the moments that once belonged to you and dom now being shared with her instead.

avoiding both of them had become your new routine, yet there was only so much you could do when your job meant crossing paths every week, making escape almost impossible.

but you held your own. there were times you’d run into dominik but you’d just ignore him and pretend you didn’t hear him.

you were doing your best to try and move on from the situation, but your attempts at ignoring reality only caused you pain.

when your paths would cross it was like your entire body was consumed in pain as you watched them be happy together even if it was just for a second.

you could try and hold yourself together all you want, but it felt like your heart was ripping apart every time you saw them.

you had been sitting backstage waiting for your time to go out to the ring, you had a match against becky lynch. you were just waiting for rhea to get done with her call out promo.

the air in the ring was tense from their ongoing feud, full of sharp words and taunts. you felt a twinge of nerves, not just for the match but because dom was always rhea's shadow, and tonight was no exception.

glancing at the screen, you saw rhea laying down her final words, with dom looming behind her like a puppy.

your leg instinctively started bouncing up and down, dreading the inevitable awkwardness that came with being anywhere near dom. It was just one of those things that made you wish you were anywhere else.

rhea's theme hit, and she strutted out of the ring, her and dom making their way backstage slowly, nibbling on your lip to find some calm. someone sat down in the seat next to you, but you were too wrapped up in your own head to notice.

a moment passed, then a familiar voice cut through, "hey, you okay?" you glanced over to find liv, a good friend of yours, looking at you with concern. you pulled yourself together and offered a small, convincing-enough smile.

“oh- yeah, I'm good," you responded, as much as you liked to think you had a good poker face you didn’t. and liv saw right through you.

"if its about the match don’t worry, you’ll kill it." she said slowly, a touch of uncertainty in her tone. "but something tells me that's not it."

releasing a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, you asked with a hint of humor, "Is it that obvious?" liv was clued in on everything; you two had become closer ever since you and dom stopped talking. she had become your ride-or-die.

she just shrugged and said, "no, I just know things." as you rolled your eyes with a smile. right then, a crew member gave the five-minute warning. you rose to get moving, but liv called out to you. "y/n/n."

turning to face her, "everything's gonna be okay." you gave her a soft smile and sent a playful kiss her way before heading to the curtains.

as you approached, rhea slipped through them holding her title over her shoulder without a glance your way. but when dom passed by, his gaze found yours.

In that quick moment, your heart skipped a beat, time seemed to stop, stretching the seconds out endlessly. a series of unspoken questions and unresolved issues hovered in the space between you two. that look between you two spoke more than words ever could.

it was the first direct eye contact you'd made with him in weeks. and just like that, it was over, the moment ending as quickly as it had arrived.

he passed by, his gaze leaving you and locking on rhea, and that strange, churning sensation in your belly returned. It was puzzling, a feeling you couldn't quite name.

suddenly, your theme rung out. you took a breath placing yourself in your confident persona, you’d walked out to the ramp beaming that confident grin with your arms wide, you soaked up the the cheers of the crowd washing over you like a wave.

you found yourself forgetting about everything, right now it wasn’t about you. it was about your fans. and one thing you weren’t going to do was let your personal life interfere with your job.

strutting down the ramp, you exchanged grins and nods with the fans, their excitement mirroring your own. slipping between the ropes, you blew the audience a kiss before sauntering to your designated corner.

crouching, anticipation tingling through you, you waited for the signal.

ding! ding! ding!

The bell's ringing sent your heart racing—it was go time. you and becky lunged at each other, each fighting for control, neither of you letting up.

becky dashed toward the ropes, bouncing off with momentum, but you were ready and landed a superkick right to her face. she stumbled backward, and you quickly went for the your finisher, a ripcord flatliner. as soon as becky’s body hit the mat you pushed her shoulders down and went for the cover.

1! 2! 3!

your music echoed throughout the arena, signaling the end of the match. shifting off becky, you settled onto your knees, a cocky grin spreading across your face as you swept your hair back, basking in the applause. a quick swipe of your tongue over your teeth, and you rose to your feet, ready to soak it all in.

the referee walked up next to you, lifting your right hand high, the crowd's cheers roaring louder. when your hand eventually lowered, you took a moment to look around at the cheering fans before making your exit backstage.

as the curtain fell behind you, liv was there, her voice lilting with enthusiasm. "you did amazing!" she chirped, the melody of her praise ringing in your ears.

you grin was wide, a mix of relief lighting up your face. "thanks," you replied with a shrug. "how about grabbing drinks later?" you asked.

liv's expression was priceless, her mouth agape before she shot you a look that screamed, 'Is that even a question?'

"hell yea we should. want me to invite sam and nat?" she bounced back, her enthusiasm infectious.

you gave a nod, the exhaustion of the night seeping into your voice. "I don’t mind.” you admitted, feeling exhausted. “I just really need a drink." you admitted.

liv wrapped you in a comforting hug, her hand soothing your back. "you've earned it," she whispered, pulling away only to hold your gaze. "i have to shoot a backstage promo now, so I'll catch you tonight, okay?"

with a nod, you exchanged goodbyes, each heading your separate ways. as you walked through the arena backstage to get to the locker room, the post-match adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

turning a corner you suddenly bumped into someone. you looked up to see dom, your heart picked up its pace. the two of you looking at each other, after a moment of no words and eye contact you had to get out of there.

you managed a strained smile, thoughts whirling as you sought an escape. "sorry," you mumbled, already sidestepping away.

but dom's hand clasped your forearm, halting you. you glanced from his eyes to where he touched you. his hold was gentle, yet insistent, something you hadn’t felt in a while. It almost felt foreign to you. "wait, we need to talk," he said firmly, his gaze digging deep for an answer you weren't prepared to give.

the air thickened with his words, an unspoken acknowledgment that whatever was going on between the two of you couldn’t be ignored forever

your expression hardened, as you withdrew your arm from his grasp. "not now dominik," you told him, abandoning the nickname you usually used when talking to him.

dom's face was a picture of tension, his jaw clenched tight. "then when?" he pressed, his words hitting you hard. "when's the right time gonna be? why have you been avoiding me?" you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the raw need for an answer lingering in the air.

the words hit you like a hurricane, leaving you momentarily frozen, brows knitted together. "don't pretend you care now," you spat out, the words sharper than intended, as you finally faced your tangled emotions head-on.

dom looked taken aback. "what are you talking about?" he retorted, his guard up.

"you've been distant for weeks, but obviously, you didn't notice because you're too wrapped up with rhea, right?"

"that's not true, I—"

your heart pounding as you locked eyes with dom. "no—I've been there for you through everything, and now you just push me away for them, for her," you said, the hurt in your voice unmistakable.

dom looked taken aback, his own anger subsiding as he realized the depth of your pain. "push you away? that's not what I'm trying to do," he protested, but you cut him off.

"but it’s exactly what you did! god I-" you looked away from him as your eyes filled with tears. you bit your lip hoping to stop. you didn’t feel like crying in front of him.

the tears overwhelmed you, there were far to much that you couldn’t hide it. as you blinked the tears escaped, you hastily wiped them. you looked at him. “you pushed me away and it hurt-“ you told him your voice breaking.

“y/n/n-” dom’s features softened, you looked around trying to avoid looking at his eyes.

"and I hate feeling this way, and I wish I didn’t care but I do. because I'm in love with you, dom. I have been for so long." your words hung heavy in the air, and your eyes welled up, the tears you'd fought to keep at bay now tracing hot paths down your cheeks. "this sort of thing was never meant to happen," you said your voice breaking, a sob catching in your throat.

dom's anger dissolved and his arms were around you in an instant. "hey, hey, don't cry, I hate it when you cry." your arms instinctively wrapped around him, as your tears fell silently.

the hug was a deep, tight one, like he was holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him standing. no words were spoken, but the tension in your body melted away as you leaned into him, his mere presence calming your racing heart.

the hug seemed to stretch on forever, dom's hand gently threading through your hair as you rested your head against his chest, tears falling silently.

eventually, he drew back, cupping your cheeks as he met your gaze with tenderness, brushing away your tears and moving your hair out of your face gently. he missed you. so god damn much.

"I—y/n/n..." dom's voice wavered as he looked into your eyes, his emotions laid bare for you to see.

after a moment of silence, he spoke softly. "i've been wanting to tell you... but was so afraid of losing you and messing things up. i just..."

"i..." he spoke up again but stopped himself mid-sentence. "i've been avoiding you... because of the way i feel. and i thought if i tried to hide it and put some distance between us, it would go away."

his eyes bore into yours, making sure you were taking in everything he was saying. "i was wrong." your heart seemed to stop, leaving you momentarily speechless as you struggled to find the right words.

"i'm in love with you," he said.

his words hung in the air, lingering in the space between the two of you. he continued, “i was an idiot, and i thought if i kept us away, i could just make these feelings go away. but when i finally had some time to actually think... i realized i've loved you all along, and I'm done pretending like we can just be friends."

"i've never looked at anyone else the way I look at you, y/n/n." he murmured, his touch gentle against your cheek. "being with you just feels so natural. i can't hide how i feel anymore. please," his voice quivered, the words barely making their way out, "let me make things right."

dom's hand gently cradled your jaw, tilting his head as he gazed into your eyes. "can I..." he started, his voice trailing off.

you nodded, your eyes flickering between his and his eyes and his lips. "yes."

his lips met yours in a tender kiss, the embrace deepening as you both became lost in the moment.

it was a moment you had yearned for, and as your hearts raced and time seemed to stand still, it felt like a dream come true.

dom pulled back after a moment, his lips trailing away from yours. you could tell he was still processing the moment, his breaths coming in quick and shallow spurts as he tried to regain his composure.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” his eyes studying you as he took in every detail.

you smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "me too." you admitted,

dom's eyes lit up at your confession, a grin spreading across his face. Without another word, he leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, this one more confident and eager than the last. you melted into his embrace, feeling happiness wash over you.

dom rested his forehead against yours. "i don't want to wait any longer," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to be with you, in every way possible."

your smile widened, every moment, every obstacle, had led you to this point, and in that moment, it all felt worth it. "that's all I've ever wanted too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion.

dom smiled and engulfed you in a warm hug, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around. your joyful squeal filled the air as he gently set you down, peppering kisses on your lips that made you smile. "let's grab some food, I'm starving," he suggested.

"of course you are," you teased, playfully rolling your eyes at his mock-offended expression. he shook his head, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you started walking.

the two of you reached catering, you noticed liv and natalya at a table and subtly intertwined your hands with dom's. "um, i'll catch up with you in a sec?" you said, releasing his hand to approach the table.

taking a seat, liv and natalya exchanged knowing glances as they looked at you with anticipation. "hey, girlie," natalya greeted with a playful smirk. "i'm ready for those drinks tonight!" she added, with a little shimmy that made liv burst into laughter.

as the excitement filled the air, you hesitated before breaking the news. "about that..." the two women turned their heads to look at you, their expressions shifting to curiosity. "sooo, how about we rain check on the drinks tonight?" you suggested, catching liv's curious gaze as you awaited their response.

"why?" she inquired, prompting you to glance back at dom, who was already heading towards the table. bracing yourself, you sat back as he casually draped his arm over your chair.

turning your attention from him to liv and natalya, who looked utterly shocked, you nervously chuckled. "yeah," you admitted.

"i told you!" liv exclaimed loudly, laughing and sharing a glance with natalya. confusion lingered as you and dom exchanged looks before refocusing on the two women in front of you. natalya shook her head, putting her head in her hands. "I told you," she muttered.

liv sprang up, doing a little dance with a bright smile on her face. "did you guys bet on us?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

liv stopped her dance, still beaming. "nope, just might've challenged natalya on when you two would make up," she revealed.

you rolled your eyes, laughing. "of course you did." you guys began talking about the upcoming pay-per-view event. focused in the conversation, you felt a sudden warmth as dom's hand found yours under the table.

glancing down at your intertwined hands resting on his lap, you couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. despite the subtle display of affection, you decided to refocus on listening to liv and natalya.

this is exactly where you wanted to be.

[dear-slim]

i just keep thinking about Eminem reacting to this new rapper girl (that he have been helping out in the music industry) and she releases a new song that is full Slim Shady Coded and he gets shock

(me & friend keeps talking abt this but we can't find anywhere a fic like itt

Warnings: swearing

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

A/N - MY FIRST REQUEST 😍😍 I gotchu boo, and excuse the cringe song name I made up at 10pm, half drunk and half asleep.

Also ChatGPT made these lyrics so don’t mind me

And, I wasn’t sure what you meant by slim shady coded, like, as in, something slim would sing or something related to him.

Dating another rapper wasn’t really what you expected when you joined the industry. Of course, it came with its classic ‘she’s only famous coz of Em’ bullshit, but you never paid mind to it.

Both you and your boyfriend knew perfectly well that you were a hit even before he’d entered the scene with you. All he’d done was promote your music with you, all of which was your own shit.

In his own words, he’d done nothing but be a good and supportive boyfriend, and he was right. Now, you usually ran your songs past Em, you wanted to know his thoughts and if he could make them better. After all, trust the pro, right?

But this song was a little different. You didn’t even know how you’d managed to keep it under the wraps, writing down lyrics in your notebook and staying up past when Em had fallen asleep to brainstorm lyrics.

Em was a key part of your life, he was helping your throughout the rough patches in your career, and the little surprise you’d planned was definitely something he deserved.

“Yo Em,” he heard a voice as he walked into the studio. Usually he’d hang with you, so he was pretty surprised when he heard a male voice coming from behind him, as he turned to see his long-time friend, 50.

“What’s good?” Em said, a little dazed, as he gave his friend a fist bump nonetheless. “Was just listening to some samples from your girl,” 50 explained as Em raised a brow.

“Some samples, hm? What song? She ain’t been writing one for a bit,” Em said, his eyes narrowed a little suspiciously. Em managed to catch a CD that 50 had thrust had thrust chest, as he walked over to the player, still a little bemused.

It was unlike you to keep a song hidden from him, as the tune to some song started.

Welcome to the circus, where the clowns run free,

Life’s a wicked game, and I’m holding the key.

Got the world on a string, watch the puppets dance,

In a realm of absurdity, I’ll take my chance.

Holy shit, that was crazy. He hadn’t expected a sudden change of style…and wow, it was damn hot, actually. He found his cheeks tinged a slight pink ad he thought about it, how you’d look in the studio, with the lyrics…

Yo, I’m rolling with the Shady, chaos in his eyes,

Life’s a wild ride, no need for disguise.

He’s a lyrical genius, wrapped up in a mess,

With a heart full of fire, but he’s got his stress.

He’s the king of the madness, got me feeling alive,

In a world of illusions, he’s the one who’ll survive.

With every twist and turn, I’m right by his side,

In this rollercoaster life, it’s a hell of a ride.

Em had to genuinely take out the CD, coz this was madness. He’d have never expected to see this from his girlfriend, even if you were a badass rap artist, but this was crazy. And extremely hot, at the same time.

“50! I said wait til I was here to show him,” he heard your voice as he turned round, eyes locking in yours, his lips parted in shock slightly as you flashed him a grin. “So?” you said, asking for his opinion as he spluttered, unable to formulate a sentence.

“Im taking that as a good sign,” you laughed nervously as he coughed. “A good sign?” he said, jaw going slack as he stared at you, “baby, this is amazing, this is gold!”. A proud smile jumped to your face at his words, cheeks tinged red.

“You think?” you asked a little sheepishly. “I think? No, baby, I know!” he said, hands coming to squeeze at your shoulders. This was gonna be a damn hit, and he was not complaining. Simply, just, further proof his girl deserved to be in the game.