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Champagne & Sunshine (Pt.1)

JJ Maybank x Reader

Synopsis: Y/n celebrates six months in the OBX with her best friend JJ and the rest of the Pogues. Although Kiara isn't overly happy about it.

Warnings: Alcohol, language

Word Count: 3.8k+

Y/N's POV:

You pulled up to the beach in your dad's '95 Benz Truck. The one you had just inherited for your birthday. Your dad offered to buy you a new car but you wanted this one. It was your favorite.

"There's Barbie!" You hear JJ holler as you get out of the car.

You smile, holding up two bottles of champagne. You swayed you hips, your long hair draped over your shoulder. JJ was practically drooling at the sight of you in your booty shorts and crop top, belly ring dazzling in the sunlight.

"Well if it isn't miss Kylie Jenner, ladies and gentlemen." Kiara scoffs.

"Good to see you too, Kie." You smile at her. You didn't hate Kiara. But she had a thing for JJ and it was quite literally impossible for JJ to focus on anything else when he was in your presence. You remained friendly to her. You were friendly to everyone.

"What's the special occasion, mama?" JJ asks as you approach him and wrap your arms around him. He grabs your hips and pulls you into him, his arms snaking around your lower back as he takes in your scent.

"I've officially been in the OBX for 6 months and I've made some amazing friends!" You say happily.

"Weren't you like the Kook Queen of LA? How'd you even end up with us again?" Pope asks playfully.

"Cuz this one here wouldn't leave me alone," You chuckle, pointing to JJ.

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to not be obsessed with you?" JJ smiles.

You can feel Kie rolling her eyes but you couldn't care less.

"I don't think stalking the new girl and somehow managing to fall flat on your face every time she speaks to you is the best method to getting the girl." Pope laughs.

"She's here isn't she?" JJ says, motioning to you standing right beside him.

You laugh at their exchange. "Here," You hand Pope a bottle of champagne. "I have more in the cooler," You motion to the G-Wagon. "JJ, help me out?"

"Anything for you, m'lady." He says, following you closely back to your car. You open the trunk and JJ grabs the cooler. You grab some towels and walk back over to where everyone sat on the beach.

You lay a towel down a bit further from wherever else sat and you and JJ sat down.

"There she blows!" JJ said as he popped off the cork to the champagne. You giggled as some of it spilled onto your tan skin. "Ladies first," He says, offering you the bottle.

"Such a gentlemen," You tease before pressing the bottle to your lips and taking a sip.

JJ watched you, smile wide on his face.

"Hey, if you're sick of being hit on by the Kook Klan you can come slum it with the Pogues."

You turn around to see a shaggy haired blonde boy smiling widely at you. You return a smile. "Pogues?"

"Yeah, ya know, we aren't all rich and pretentious like those ones," He nods towards Rafe and Topper, the two boys who had been on your tail all night. "But we know how to have a good time."

"Uhm, yeah, that sounds good. Kind of sick of hearing about golf." You chuckle.

"Well you're in luck, Princess! All we do is surf."

"I love surfing!" You say excitedly. "I haven't been out here yet."

"A woman after my own heart." He smiles. "I'm JJ."

"Y/N," You respond, offering your hand.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the Pogue life!" JJ says as he throws his arm around your neck and guides you down to a small fire his friends were sitting around. "Guys, this is Y/N! Y/N, this is John B, Pope, Kie, and Sarah. Sarah is Rafe's sister but she's way cooler."

"Hey guys!" You say sweetly. Everyone offers you a smile, Kie's smile was less that genuine but you didn't let it bother you.

"Holy shit, where are you from and why did you follow JJ over here?" Pope asks jokingly as he takes in your features.

Your long hair extensions, bright pink claws, your mini skirt and heels, you were obviously not from the Outer Banks and you were definitely not a Pogue.

"California! Calabasas." You smile. "You guys seem cooler than those douche bags." You laugh, turning and pointing to Rafe and Topper who were glaring in your direction.

"So sorry you had to be subjected to my brother and my ex," Sarah giggled. "They are both douchebags."

You laughed. "Yeah, I gathered that almost immediately."

You and JJ sat down. "So, Y/N, you surf?" John B asks, almost expecting you to say no. You were nice, but you definitely seemed like you'd rather spend a day at the mall than on the water.

"Yep!" You say, shocking everyone. "Used to go every day back home."

"Think you can keep up here?" JJ teased.

You turn to look at him with a flirty smile. "Barbie, eat your heart out."

Ever since you and JJ met that night, he'd been head over heels for you. You grew incredibly close to him and his friends. You'd spend your days surfing, absolutely schooling them almost every time. Days out on the Pogue, fishing and drinking. It was a whole different life than you were used to and you couldn't be happier. Truth was, you had it bad for JJ too, but you loved teasing him.

You laid down in JJ's lap, letting the sun kiss your bronze skin. He twirled your hair around in his finger. "Did you get new extensions?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was about damn time. Mine were so grown out."

"So soft..." JJ mutters as he works on braiding a small part of your hair.

"Want me to get you some extensions, J?" You giggle.

"Absolutely," He chuckles.

You take another sip of champagne before reaching your hand up and stroking your nails down JJ's leg. You could feel goosebumps form on his skin under your touch and you smiled.

It had been six months of dancing around the obvious with JJ. The way he was constantly hanging all over you, making you laugh. The way his eyes lit up when you entered the room. The way he'd stumble over his words whenever you offered a flirtatious remark.

And your actions didn't go unnoticed either. The way your long legs were always draped over his lap. The way you beamed up at him when he was goofing off. The way you blushed whenever he called you Barbie or Princess.

Never in a million years did the island of Kildare think they'd see what could be the sixth Kardashian sister pine over a "loser" like JJ Maybank but that's exactly what happened. No one ever made you feel so happy and free like JJ Maybank did.

The Pogues were happy for you both, well, except for Kiara. She was civil, but her jealousy was obvious. The Kooks, well, the Kooks hated it. Whenever they got a minute alone with you at a party they'd talk shit on JJ and your friends, saying you're too good for them. You'd just scoff and go find your best friend, grinding against him and hanging on his neck while you looked them dead in the eyes. You left your fake, pretentious friends back in Calabasas. When you moved here and met the Pogues, you became a whole new person. You finally felt like you belonged.

"Are we gonna surf or what?" Kiara asked, eyeing you and JJ being overly friendly.

"Hell yeah we're gonna surf!" You shoot up, running to your car and grabbing your board.

The waves were fierce today and you were the first one in the water, catching the first wave immediately and riding it out perfectly before the others could even catch up.

-

"She's way too good at this. I still can barely stand." Sarah says to Kie and John B.

"Yeah, when we first met her I thought there was no way she could keep up." John B replies, watching you ride out another wave.

"She's not that great," Kie scoffs.

"Come on, Kie. I know you've had a thing for JJ but Y/N is cool! And JJ seems happy, that's what's important right?" Sarah says.

Kie watches as you and JJ take on a wave together. She chews on her lip, admiring the boy she'd been in love with for so long. But Sarah was right, JJ really was happy. Happier than he'd ever been since you came into their lives.

"I am happy for him. I just wish she wasn't the only thing he cared about." Kie responds.

"He still cares about you, Kie. About all of us. He's just...he's never had...that." John B says, motioning to you. JJ had some hook ups, of course, but he'd never had a girl that was so obviously into him the way he was in her, even if they still were too shy to admit it.

"Just didn't think he'd fall for a girl like her," Kie says quietly before paddling out into the water.

-

After a long day of surfing, and finally helping Sarah ride out a full wave, you headed back to the Chateau.

"You did so good, Sarah!" You say, clanking your glass to hers before slurping down more champagne.

"I literally cannot believe I did that," She chuckles. "Thanks for teaching me."

"Any time babes!" You says, swimming over to her and kissing her on the cheek.

John B and Sarah sit across from you and JJ in the hot tub, the champagne coursing through your veins was obvious as you and JJ got more and more touchy, as you always did when the liquid courage took over.

-

Kie and Pope sat in the lawn chairs just outside the hot tub.

Kie watched as you sang the lyrics of Champagne and Sunshine, clinging to JJ as you did. The way his face lit up at the way you smiled made her frown.

"I'm sorry, Kie." Pope said, placing a hand on her knee.

"What does he see in her?"

"I don't know, I mean, she's goofy like him. She surfs. She's always happy-"

"Not helping, Pope." Kie cuts him off. Kiara had trouble seeing past the fake hair, fake nails, and fake lashes. As if those things meant your personality was fake. But you weren't fake. You were nothing but kind to everyone you met. Your feelings for JJ were genuine. You were more than happy to be a "Pogue". Even if you looked like a Kook, you wanted nothing to do with that side of the island.

"Sorry," Pope says. "I just mean, I think she's a good match for JJ. And I know that's not what you want to hear but he's happy. And you'll be happy too."

Kiara offers a small smile and nods.

"If it were me, I know who'd I choose." Pope says.

Kiara looks up at him with wide eyes. Pope offers a sympathetic smile and Kie quickly looks away, hiding the pink that was spreading across her cheeks.

-

You were all tipsy, laughing and singing along to the music. JJ's hand squeezed your hip as he brought a lighter to the joint between his lips.

You straddled his lap and he looked up at you with wide eyes. "Hey, princess!" He says, really enjoying the feeling of your clothed pussy hovering just above his member.

You looked down at the blue eyes you'd fallen so madly in love with. You smile and take the joint from between his lips. You bring it to yours and inhale deeply before passing it off to John B without taking your eyes of JJ's.

You smile, placing your hands softly on either side of JJ's jawline and pull his lips to yours, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. He inhales as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him.

Your lips lock together and you can feel the electricity course through your body. Six long months of waiting for this moment. Six months of falling head over heels for your best friend.

His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle, but hungry. You could tell he'd been waiting for this minute for as long as you had.

The world disappeared around you as his tongue slipped into your mouth. Yours danced with his as you felt his arm grip your waist tighter and his fingers gently pulled at your hair.

"Ow! Ow!"

"Fucking finally!"

You smile against JJ's lips as you hear your friends holler around you. You flip them off as you continue lose yourself in the one man that's ever made you feel at home.

You don't notice Kiara storming off into the Chateau and Pope following her.

"Shit," You hear Sarah whisper.

You pull back slightly and and lock eyes with JJ, biting your lip as you try to contain your smile.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." JJ chuckles.

"I think I might have an idea," You tease, leaning into him and wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his neck.

JJ places kisses along your neck and shoulder. You could feel him smile against your skin.

JJ's POV:

I can feel her smiling against my neck. Did that really just happen? I thought to myself. My absolute dream girl was clinging to me as tightly as I clung to her. Pinch me, I must be dreaming.

"You're so perfect." I mumble against her skin.

She chuckles and leans back, her Y/E/C eyes studying my face. "Shut up," She teases. I smile and bring both my hands to her hips, brushing my thumb over skin as I looked up at her. I think I'm fucking in love.

"Hey guys," John B's voice ruins the moment.

"What?" I ask, not taking my eyes off Y/N.

"Uh, don't get me wrong. I love this for you guys. But I think Kiara is upset."

Y/N's expression changes as she slides off my lap and moves away. The loss of her touch left me feeling cold even though I was immersed in the hot water.

I groan under my breath. I didn't want it to seem like I didn't care about Kie but I didn't have those feelings for her. Y/N was everything I've ever wanted. And Y/N was far too sweet. If Kie was uncomfortable, of course she was going to back off.

"I'll go talk to her," I say, hopping out of the hot tub and placing a kiss on Y/N's temple.

I see Kie and Pope on the couch when I enter the Chateau. "Kie, can we talk?" Kie looks up at me with tear stricken eyes. "Pope, scram!" I say as I sit on the coffee table across from Kiara. Pope does as he's told. "Kie, what's going on?" I ask, taking her chin and forcing her to look at me.

"Doesn't matter, JJ." She said sourly.

"It does matter! You're my best friend. Why are you upset?"

"Just go back to your valley girl," She mutters. I clench my jaw. Kiara was constantly judging Y/N for not being Pogue material. She'd never taken the time to get to know her.

"Why do you hate her?" I ask, standing up from the table and walking around the room. "What has she done to you?"

"I don't hate her JJ," Kiara begins. "I just...she's not a real Pogue! She's fake as fuck!"

"Fake hair doesn't make her fake, Kiara. You haven't even tried to be her friend."

Kiara just scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"Look Kie," I sigh. "I love you. You're my best friend, okay? But I really, really like Y/N. It would mean a lot to me if you could get along with her. She's nothing but nice to you."

Kiara purses her lips and nods as she stares at the ground. "I don't think that's going to happen."

Y/N's POV:

"Fuck, I feel bad." You say, grinding your acrylic nail between your teeth.

"Don't feel bad, Y/N. JJ is obsessed with you, and it's obvious you're into him too. You guys deserve to be happy." Sarah reassures you.

"Kie's never liked me. I feel like I just came in and fucked everything up."

"You didn't," John B says. "JJ's never been happier. We all love having you around. Kie will come around in time."

JJ and Kie come out of the Chateau. They both looked unhappy and it made your stomach turn. JJ came over to you and pressed his lips to your ear. "Can we go to your place?" He asked.

JJ stayed at your house often. It wasn't a weird request. But you could tell something wasn't right in his voice.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course." You say as you climb out of the hot tub. You dry yourself off with your towel and grab your bag. "We'll catch you guys tomorrow!" You say as you and JJ start towards your car.

"Hope she's still pretty when you fuck all the fake off her!" A tipsy Kiara yells after you. You and JJ stop in your tracks. You'd been nothing but nice to Kiara since the night you met her. You tried to be her friend and she always shrugged you off. You were honestly sick of it.

You turn on your heel and start back towards her. "What the hell is your problem, Kiara?!" You spit.

"I just think JJ deserves better than some Malibu Barbie who will turn on him as soon as shit gets hard." She hisses back.

"You don't fucking know me!" You yell. "You've made no effort in getting to know me! Everyone else seems to like me. I've never given you a reason to fucking hate me aside from the fact that you're obsessed with JJ and he doesn't feel the same towards you!"

She scrunches up her face at your words.

You'd been nice for too long and you could feel the California version of yourself coming out. You approach her calmly as you cross your arms over your chest. You lean towards her, tongue sliding across your bottom lip. "You can hate me all you want. That won't stop JJ from absolutely losing himself inside me tonight." You whisper with a smile.

You chuckle before turning around and heading back to your car. You hop in the driver's seat. You watch as everyone is silent. JJ stares at Kiara for a moment, you can see her trying to hold back tears. JJ shakes his head at her before turning and climbing into your car.

The car ride was silent as you headed towards Figure Eight. You couldn't help but start to feel guilty the longer you drove. You didn't want to hurt Kiara. You were just so fed up with her treating you this way.

"Hey you two!" Your mom gushes as you and JJ walk into the kitchen.

"Hey mom!" You say.

"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N!" JJ says.

"Are you guys hungry? I made pizza!"

You and JJ exchange a glance. Neither of you really had an appetite after what just happened. "Maybe later," You say. "We're gonna go watch a movie."

"Okay, Sweetie. Your father and I are meeting some friends at the club. We'll be home later."

"Sounds good!" You say, dragging JJ up the stairs to your room.

Your parents loved JJ. Back in California there were no Kooks or Pogues. Your mom and dad grew up working for everything they have now. They were the last people to judge. They knew about JJ's home life and insisted he stay at your house whenever he needed. He was nothing but respectful to your parents and your little sister, Marley.

Your parents were rich and boujee and well respected but as soon as they got home and kicked off their designer clothes, they were stoners at heart. You came from a long line of hippies. Your parents wouldn't forget that. However, they still loved life's luxuries and wanted the best for you and Marley, so they put on a Kook front for the new island you now called home.

Once you and JJ were in your room, he flopped onto your bed and groaned.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I said to Kie. I-"

"Don't be sorry, Y/N." JJ said. "She's been such a bitch to you since you moved here. I don't blame you for getting upset."

"Still. I shouldn't have said what I said." You moved to your closet, slipping out of your bikini and throwing on a t-shirt and panties. You grabbed some gym shorts for JJ and tossed them to him. He had left many clothes at your house over the last six months.

"I tried to talk to her. Tried to ask her to be civil," He said as he slid his shorts on. "She's just fucking stubborn."

You nodded, heading to your bathroom to take your make up off. JJ followed you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You smiled at the gesture.

"Can I do it?" JJ asked as he saw you reaching for your lashes.

You giggled. "Yeah, JJ, you can do it."

You sat down on your closed toilet and looked up at JJ, closing your eyes. He took your lashes between his fingers and slowly began pulling.

"Just yank it off, JJ!" You laugh.

"I don't want to hurt you!"

"It won't hurt, just rip it."

JJ does as he told and you smile at the instant relief your eyelid felt.

"So weird," JJ says as he fiddles with the lashes in his fingers, flicking them to the side like they are a spider.

"If it freaks you out why do you always want to do it?" You giggle.

"Cuz it's satisfying," He tells you as he leans down to pull your other lashes off. Once he does, he grabs your make up remover and a cotton pad, slowly removing all the make up from your skin. You relax under his touch, enjoying the way he knows how to take care of you.

Once he finishes removing your make up, he ties your hair back, careful of you extensions like you showed him. He washes your face and puts on you moisturizer.

"There. So fucking pretty." He says as he admires your bare face.

You smile up at him, begging for him to kiss you but you know he's too shy.

JJ leads you back to your bed and you both climb under the covers. "What episode were we on?" He asks as he scrolls through Kardashian reruns.

"Uhhhh, Khloe divorcing Lamar." You say. JJ finds the episode and throws the remote to the side. He wraps you tightly in your arms and your throw your arm and leg over his body, nuzzling against his chest.

You felt your eyes growing heavy as JJ ran his fingers over your arm. You couldn't help but smile as you thought about your life. Last year you were stuck in a place full of fake ass people who didn't give a shit about your well being. Now, you were laying in bed watching the Kardashians with a boy who literally couldn't get enough of you. A boy who took the time to learn everything about you. How to care for your hair extensions, take off your make up properly, what colors you liked your nails. A boy who knew you were petrified of spiders and heights. A boy that could make you laugh for hours on end. A boy who'd bring you your favorite food at 2am just because you texted him that you were hungry. A perfect boy.

You couldn't deny the fact that you were absolutely in love with JJ Maybank.

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So I made this meme but then gave it some more thought. I don't in any way want to understate the severity in social pressure that exists for women and girls to conform to hyperfeminine beauty standards, or sexualise themselves. I don't want to be someone who pretends it's so easy to drop beauty standards. For some women, for example those in poverty, with jobs where they face punishment for noncompliance (I've heard instances of waitresses being told off by their senior managers for not wearing. makeup and heels), and they don't want to risk being unable to pay the bills at the end of the month, it is not simple, at least not in their present situation.

However, this isn't about them. This is about the self-admittedly miserable women white collar office staff, minimum wage fast food staff, housewives, etc, who have created an entire genre of TikToks and Instagram reels where they make comedy out of their own misery by conforming to beauty standards.

The beautician who gloats that she cannot keep up with the beauty standards of her own job, and the industry she upholds, such as being hairless utterly everywhere, all day everyday, even though pubic hair grows back and becomes visible within 24 hours of shaving yet remains too short to remove.

The college student who laughs about how waking up at 6AM to put on a full face of makeup, in the baddie Instaglam style that she would pass as a Kardashian in, but it's worth the sleep deprivation because god forbid a 19 year old woman leave the house bare faced.

The family vlogger and housewife who complains that shaving her body from head to toe while standing up in the shower for 45 minutes makes her dizzy and faint, yet she does it three times a week.

The 30 year old social media influencer who thinks she's getting old, and makes jokes out of how painful her quarterly botox is and how it causes her migraines, but copes with ‘well beauty hurts. Nothing in life is worth doing if it's easy! No pain, no gain!’

There is only so far you can go with this, and only so much you can participate in the mass-grooming campaign to coach other women and girls into this extreme beauty culture, before you're no longer just a victim but also a perpetrator.

There are 14 year old girls who now want breast implants, liposuction, buccal fat removal, jawline reconstruction and hip injections. There are 11 year olds who use Al to beautify their faces on TikTok so they look like a Bratz Doll with Kylie Jenner's fish lips. There are 20-35 year old women who worry they're ‘past it’ because the women they follow on Instagram are promoting botox to them, when they're only 20-35 themselves.

There are women of colour so insecure about their natural nose shapes that they're convinced by rhinoplasty specialists with TikToks and Instagrams to spend thousands on ridding themselves of the curved, wider noses that were passed down to them by their ancestors, and replace it with the same tiny button nose that every other rhinoplasty customer gets.

That NPC meme is about the women who have become keen participants in the patriarchal norms of making other younger women feel like they cannot leave the house in their natural state, echoing the unspoken sentiment that older women are worthless, and - worst of all - they're making out like misogynistic beauty standards are this unavoidable chore that all those born female must go through - that it is an inevitable part of womanhood that we should all get together, bond over, and laugh about… without proposing any actual viable solutions.

And if any women proposes viable solutions, such as decentering the male gaze, collectivising, or valuing our intellect over our looks, we get chastised with the common vacuous choice liberalism of ‘wow you're being so judgmental/mean/intolerant', 'you're invalidating my choice', ‘but why does the way I live my life affect you?' and 'what happened to women supporting women?'

And then five minutes later... ‘God it’s so hard being a woman. To have to shave daily and alter our bodies to appease society.‘

Well no, actually, no that is not some sort of inevitable part of womanhood.

And the women further normalising, making comedy out of, and stigmatising noncompliance to what they themselves literally acknowledge is a miserable existence, need to be held to account. Womanhood is not a social club where we all trauma bond over the ‘inevitability’ of moulding ourselves into beauty dolls.

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Drunken Night

Synopsis: Remy and Kendall has a drunken nightstand which ends in a surprising way.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Kendall Jenner x GP!Remy Fields

(Masterlist)

Kendall

"Hey Kylie, did you invite Remy to spend the summer with us?" I asked her trying to hide the hopefulness.

I had a crush on Remy ever since middle school when she became friends with Kylie. She's different from other guys that I've dated and that's good because she isn't fake like others. I adore her thick framed glasses that enhanced her beautiful blue eyes her braces that makes her smile adorable.

"Nope, I'll call her now," Kylie said as she took out her phone and dialed Remy and put it on speaker.

It was a few minutes until she answered.

"Hello?" Remy asked.

"Remy, it's Kylie. Listen, the family and I are going to my grandma's house for the summer and I was wondering if you want to go with us?"

"Ah, I can't, I'm sorry. I'm actually going to stay with my dad for the summer," Remy said sadly causing me to frown in sadness that I couldn't spend time with her.

Remy's parents are divorced. Her mom lives here while her dad lives in Miami and her mom has the sole custody of her.

"Ah no worries. Anyways, have fun with your dad and I'll see you later," Kylie said and they hung up.

"Looks like she's busy," she shrugged and went to her room to start packing for the trip.

Soon, summer has slowly passed as my family and I had fun doing many activities. We went surfing, bowling, went swimming in the lake behind my grandma's house and many things. It was fun until it was the last day before school starts.

I'm currently laying on bed wondering how Remy's summer went and couldn't wait to see her at school. I closed my eyes as I started to succumb to sleep with the thought of Remy on my mind.

Soon, I was awaken by Kylie entering my room loudly and went into my closet to pick out clothes for me. I got out of the bed and started my morning routine then put on my school clothes that Kylie picked out and headed downstairs.

"Hurry up, Ken," Kylie whined as I took a bite out of my toasted bread that mom handed me.

"Why are you in a rush?" I asked.

"I want to see Remy duh."

At the mention of Remy, I stuffed the toast in my mouth and rushed out of the kitchen, grabbing my backpack along the way.

"Hurry up! Why're you standing there!?" I called out getting Kylie into action and we both got into the car and started off to school.

We arrived at the school and got out of the car and waited on the hood for our friends to arrive. Few minutes later, Hailey, Justin, Taylor, Bella, Gigi has arrived and we're just waiting for Remy.

"How's summer?" Hailey asked as she leaned into Justin's arms.

"It was good, did lots of things," Kylie said as I looked at Instagram on my phone.

"That's go—"

Justin stopped in the middle of his sentence causing me to look up to see Remy walking this way. She looked completely different. She's no longer wearing glasses or braces. Her hair was now shoulder-length curly with her sides shaved off. She's wearing a baggy cream shirt with black loose shorts that shows off her muscular legs.

"Holy shit, she glowed up," Gigi announced to the group who murmured in agreement as Remy reached to us.

"Hi guys! I missed you guys," Remy cheerfully said as she hugged each one of us.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she talked to the Hadid twins. Kylie noticed and leaned in to whisper.

"She's off limits. I don't need her to be one of your fuck girls and dump her," she said harshly.

I frowned at her and gave no attention to her as the bell rang letting us know that school's in session. As we walked to our home rooms, Justin let us know that there's a back to school party at his house later tonight.

After seven hours of learning, we finally left school and went home to get dressed for the party. I got dressed in my party outfit which consisted of red crop top, ripped short jeans, and brown sandals.

Kylie and I arrived at the party and it was filled with bunch of teenagers from school. We went inside and found the group in the backyard. I immediately noticed Remy dressed up handsomely.

We all chatted for a while until everyone went off on their own ways until I was in the kitchen nursing a beer when Remy walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Kendall, what are you doing in here by yourself?" She asked as she filled up her cup.

"Just hangin'" I shrugged.

•••••

Remy

"Well come dance with me," I told her as I took her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor and she turned around to grind herself into my front body.

I put my hands on her hips and grind against her, my member slowly waking up. At one particular grind, she gasped at the feeling of my now hard member pressed against her ass.

She moaned and twisted her head to capture my lips with hers causing me to moan. We continued to dance and kiss on the floor until we broke it from the lack of air.

"Let's get out of here," she breathed out making me nod and her to grab my hand and lead us outside where her car was.

We got in the car and drove to her house which was a block away from mine and exited the car and entered the house. As soon I closed the front door, she slammed her lips on mine and jumped causing me to grab her legs and hold her as I walked to her room. I put her down on the floor and we tore our clothes off and got in the bed.

She wrapped her hand around my neck to pull me in for a kiss as her other hand went to my boxer briefs and slowly took my member out of it causing me to moan at the cold air hitting my member. She slowly stroke me and pulled me to place it at her panty clad pussy and pulled the panty to the side and placed it at the clenching entrance.

I broke from the kiss and panted as I asked her, "Are you sure?"

She just simply smirked and wrapped her legs around my butt and thrust myself into her causing her to moan at the slight pain and pleasure when my thick member was slowly devoured by her entrance. I moaned at her walls clenching tightly around my member and began thrusting inside her.

She wrapped her arms around my upper body with her nails dug inside my shoulders. I captured her lips with mine as my hips began thrusting deeply until I could feel her walls twitching. I knew she was close so I moved my hand down between us and began rubbing her clit causing her to go in an orgasm, effectively stopping my thrusts making me shoot streams of cum inside her, painting her walls.

She passed out from the sheer pleasure as I panted heavily and slowly untangled myself from her. I got off the bed and went into her bathroom to clean myself off from the sweat and our combined cum then went back into her room to put on my clothes.

As I was about to leave the room, I turned back to see Kendall laying down on the bed with a satisfied smile on her face and left the room and her house, walking to my house.

After that night, I never went back to my normal way, going after girls and fuck them. It just felt wrong, like I was betraying Kendall. Because of that, I completely avoided Kendall in fear that it was a mistake and it won't happen again.

After two weeks of avoiding Kendall, I was finally cornered by Kylie who was confused and angry at the same time.

"Why the fuck are you avoiding Kendall?" She asked annoyed.

I bit my lip, debating whether to tell her or not then decided.

"Kendall and I had...sex on the night of the party. I was afraid that she'll say that it was a one time thing and that she regrets it."

Kylie rolled her eyes, "I already knew. Kendall told me and was excited about it. Next thing you know, she came to me crying on how you been avoiding her."

I could feel my heart pang at the mention of Kendall crying.

"Kendall is in love with you, and definitely doesn't regret sleeping with you," Kylie finished off and walked away, leaving me in the hallway alone.

She's in love with me?

I knew I messed things up and went in search for Kendall. It took me a while until I found her under the bleachers outside on the football field.

"Kendall?"

Kendall turned around quickly, her tearful eyes met mine. She wiped her eyes and stood up to face me.

"What do you want?" She asked with no emotions in her voice causing me to flinch at the usually happy person.

"I-I came to apologize for my actions for the past two weeks for avoiding you," I regretfully said as I shoved my hands into my pockets.

"It's fine. It was a one night thing," she shortly said.

"I was afraid that you regretted the sex so I kinda shielded myself from the pain and avoided you. I didn't meant to hurt you, I really like you, like a lot," I confessed.

Kendall studied me for a moment and spoke, "Did Kylie tell you anything else?"

I shook my head.

She sighed, "I'm pregnant."

I stared at her in silence, "With my baby?"

"Yes, I found out after throwing up for the past two weeks and went to the doctor yesterday," she told me.

"Well," I started as I walked toward to her until we were facing from to front with an inch between us, "I want to make it up to you..."

I trailed off while looking into her eyes to see anything but nothing.

"How would you make it up to me?" She asked, crossing her arms with eyebrow raised.

"Well, I would like to start off with asking you out on a date? Say Friday at 6?" I suggested.

She studied me for a moment then hesitantly nodded causing me to grin slightly.

"Good."

[livingdreams97]

Kylie Jenner -- "The Babysitter" (Part 2)

Kylie Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: Who would have thought that anwering to a babysitter job offer for the summer to a unknown family would let to meeting someone that would move your world.

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Kylie POV

I change Stormi for a metallic bathing suit, so that I can match her and take some photos of us. We arrived in Mykonos yesterday afternoon, but we were all exhausted and all we did was have dinner together. After dinner everyone went to their room to sleep and rest for today.

Today's plan was quite simple. We would take a yacht and sail around the island, trying to have as little contact as possible with people and thus be able to enjoy some family time. 

We would spend the night on the yacht, so we had to bring a small bag with clothes and what was necessary for the night and the next day.

I already had everything ready. I am wearing a metallic gray bikini like my baby, with a short blue and white dress over it, esparto sandals and a white hat over my loose black hair. Stormi was dressed just like me, only she wasn't wearing her sun hat and she's wearing transparent children's sandals.

I also had the bag ready with tonight's clothes and tomorrow's clothes for both of them. So with the bag in one hand and my daughter's hand in the other, we walked to the outside table where is the rest of the family having breakfast?

Kylie: Good morning family.- I greet seeing most of my family sitting at the table and having breakfast.

Family: Good morning.- They greet each other happily and continue eating.

Kylie: Where are Kim and Kendall? - I ask between confused and interested, when the only ones missing are them and Kim's children and babysitter.

Khloe: They left ten minutes ago, because they already had breakfast and we had to go in different cars anyway.- she answers with a smile, as she gives True a spoon of fruit.

Kourtney: And Penelope has also gone with them, because they were going to choose the rooms and she wanted to share it with North.- she informs me, while I place food for both me and my daughter on our plates.

Kris: Anyway, we have to finish breakfast in five minutes and get on the vans.- she says looking at her wristwatch. -Because the yacht sets sail in forty minutes and the trip to the port is a little more than twenty.- she comments to us and we all nod in understanding.

We finished having breakfast and we got into two vans, since we all did not enter in one. I'm going with my daughter, Khloe, True, Dream, Kourtney and Mason. While in the other ban are my mother, Corey, Scott, Reing and Rob.

Khloe: Yesterday I couldn't ask you.- she comments turning to me, since we were in the same row. -But what did you think of Kim's new babysitter?- she asks me with a smile.

Kylie: I thought she was nice.- I answer in a simple way, without trying to tell her more.

Kourtney: Just that?- she asks me, turning around in her seat so she can see me and not turn her back on me since she is ahead of me.

Kylie: What else do you want me to say?- I ask her in my defense. -I didn't talk to her for a long time, because she was working and taking care of the children during the whole flight.- I explain to them, seeing how they both look at me with narrowed eyes.

Khloe: Well, something else girl.- she says a bit exasperated. -If you found her attractive, pretty, ugly or anything. We are not asking you much.- she says with a smile that I know very well.

Kylie: She's not ugly.- I affirm with a frown. -But I don't see why that should matter, Y/n seems friendly and quite efficient, but I don't understand what her physique comes from with her work.- I commented, trying to change the subject and evade any intention of my sisters about the girl.

Mason: Y/n is beautiful and she's very hot.- he comments with a big smile, making me give him a dirty look and the other two adults laugh.

Stormi: Y/n is very pretty.- my daughter tells from my lap.

Kylie: You should tell your son not to talk like that.- I complained to my sister, since it's a very vulgar way of referring to a woman, especially if it's about MY wife.

Wait what? MY wife, but I hardly know her and I know little more than her name, age and what she studies. What's going on in my head? She's not mine, much less my wife. She's just Kim's babysitter and nothing more than that. Although she is very attractive and her British accent turns my stomach in a good way.

Kourtney: Mason Kylie is right, you can't talk like that about a woman.- she claims to her son. -But he's not lying.- she says shrugging her shoulders.

Khloe: I agree with you Kourt, she has a body to die for and her accent is very sensual.- she tells her amused and biting her lip. -If I didn't like men so much, I assure you I would try something with her without any shame.- she says amused, making our older sister laugh and I look at her with a frown.

Kylie: That's what's stopping you from trying with her, that you like men too much? - I ask impressed and somewhat annoyed.

Khloe: Well yes.- she answers shrugging her shoulders. -I don't see any other reason why I wouldn't try something with her.- she comments without giving it much importance.

Kylie: I mean, having almost ten years more and a daughter is not an impediment for you.- I comment with a bit of irony.

Khloe: Well no, there are many couples even 30 or 40 years apart.- she tells me with a smile. -Besides that she's good with children, so I'm sure she wouldn't care much if I have a daughter or not.- she assures me with amusement and some malice.

Kylie: Whatever you say.- I say looking out the window, ending the conversation and thinking about the conversation we just had.

Ten minutes later, the van stops and parks at the entrance to the port. We got out of them, me putting my daughter on my hip and starting to walk behind my mother. The drivers will bring the bags onto the yacht, so I no longer have to carry her and I can hold my daughter in my arms.

Kris: Kim has told me that they are on the second floor where the pool is.- she tells the rest of us. -So now you choose your rooms on the lower floor and we all meet by the pool.- she orders us and gets on the yacht with Corey behind her.

We all do as he has told us, getting on the yacht and going down to the floor where the cabins are. I choose one of the first, since it is closer to the stairs and I don't have to walk that far to my room.

I enter finding a quite nice room, spacious and with what is necessary for a cabin for one night. I let the yacht bellboy drop my bag on the bed and with a little thanks he leaves the cabin. I begin to prepare myself to go up to the pool, to later prepare my daughter and be able to get together with the rest of the family.

POV You

I'm in the pool with Penelope and Kim's children, playing with them and entertaining them. We had reached the yacht almost an hour ago and still had about ten minutes to go before sailing. 

So Kim has decided to put on our swimsuits and play in the pool, so the children are entertained and tired by the end of the day.

I was with the children in the pool, along with Kendall and Kim is out sitting on one of the loungers and watching her children play. Pslam is in Kenny's arms, since he is still 2 years old and too small to let him loose in the pool. I hold Chicago when she gets tired in one arm while I play with North and Saint.

I had put on my emerald bikini, completely exposing my physique. You could clearly see my abs and the V, that thanks to all the exercise I do for soccer I have.

Khloe: The one you guys were crying foris here!- she shouts announcing her arrival and making all of us present see her.

Chicago: Tutu! - she screams excitedly from my arm, as soon as she sees her cousin and she runs towards us.

True: Chai chai! - she shouts, stopping at the edge of the pool.

Kim: About time you got here, we've been here for an hour and waiting for you all.- she complains to his sister.

Khloe: Not all of us have a sexy babysitter and brought her with us.- she comments and I can't help but laugh.

Y/n: Thanks for the sexy thing.- I appreciate jokingly, helping Chicago out of the pool so she can play with her cousin.

Khloe: Don't blame me, with that accent and that body you're almost irresistible.- she comments, staring at my abdomen when the water covers me by the waist and leaves the upper part of my body visible.

Kendall: Almost?- Confused question. -She's completely irresistible.- she tells her sister laughing and I splash her with the funny water.

Khloe: If she had a penis she would be irresistible, but since she doesn't it's an almost and a very small one.- she replies to her amused sister.

Kris: Leave the poor girl alone, Khloe.- she tells her playfully, appearing behind her with Corey behind her.

Kim: Yeah, leave my sexy babysitter alone and stop ogling her.- she orders her sister amused, who pretends to be indignant and walks to the lounger next to her.

Khloe: I'm not bothering anyone, right Y/n?- she wonders and I deny laughing.

Y/n: You don't bother me at all.- I answer with a smile, picking up Saint and taking him out into the water at his own request.

Khloe: See.- she says pointing at me with his hand. -Besides we're just kidding.- she tells her sister.

Kim: Whatever you say.- she says with a small laugh.

Kris: Let the holidays begin.- she says excitedly, with a glass in her hand and leaning back on a lounger.

Chicago returns with her cousin and I help them both get into the pool. While I watch them and play with them, Kendall and I pick up the thread of our conversation about classic cars because we both like them. 

I tell her about the dark chalk Aston Martin DB5 I own. My father gave it to me at 16 and we restored it together, as it was in very poor condition. A year later the car was like it was new and since I got my driver license that year I was able to use it from the beginning.

The only bad thing is that my car is in London and I can't use it in the United States. My parents offered to send it here, but I don't want it to break with the way Americans drive or something like that. So I prefer to use it when I come back to London and use my Jeep here.

On the other hand,Kendall owns an aquamarine 1957 Chevrolet Corvette, a red 1966 Ford Mustang convertible, a lilac purple 1964 Cadillac El Dorado convertible, and a black 1969 Chevrolet Camaro. She clearly has some awesome cars, plus she understands them and it's something we can talk about for hours.

Y/n: Well, the Austin Healey 3000 is very similar to the 1957 Chevrolet.- I comment with a smile, while I throw Chicago into the water and making her laugh.

Kendall: Yes?- she asks a little confused.

Y/n: Yes, my father has had a blue and white one for as long as I can remember.- I reply, throwing True now. -My father is fond of classics and he has always told me which car is similar to which one and even which one is better.- I commented to her, throwing Chicago again.

Kendall: What would you say is the car of your dreams?- she asks me interested, playing with Pslam in her arms and looking at me with a small smile.

Y/n: A matt black Aston Martin DBS Superleggera.- I answer her with certainty. -Yours?- I ask now, still playing with the girls and watching Saint, North and Penelope out of the corner of my eye.

Kendall: I think a 1967 Jaguar E-Type Roadster.- she answers me after a few seconds.

Y/n: It's a nice car.- I comment with a smile, and then I feel a little body throw itself onto my back and hug my neck tightly.

Kylie: Stormi be careful! - I hear the scream and when I see all the children except the one named, I already know who I have on my back.

Stormi: Hiiiii.- she greets clinging to my neck, making me and Kendall laugh at the girl.

Kendall: Hello Storm.- greets her with an amused smile.

Stormi: I want that too.- she says happily, separating from my neck and throwing herself strangely into my arms.

Y/n: What do you want little one? - I ask a bit confused.

Stormi: Throw me like Chi chi and tutu.- she tells me with a smile and I look at Kenny, who nods to me and I toss her a bit into the air so she falls into the pool.

Chicago: Me, me, me.- she says throwing herself into my hands and I throw her, then doing it with True, Stormi and Chicago again and so on for a few minutes.

Kylie POV

My eyes never leave the British girl. I closely observe how she talks animatedly with my sister and how she plays with my daughter and nieces. I can't help but watch her body over and over again, letting myself be delighted by her incredible body.

I have completely stopped disguising my looks, since I have joined the family and seen her in the pool, my eyes have been glued to her. 

Right now I don't care about my sisters, mother and family companions. Because all I can focus on is the 1.73cm, 19-year-old Brit and her abs. Who at that age has such a defined body? I do not understand it, but I will not deny that it is a gift for the eyes and for the imagination.

Kim: Stop violating my babysitter with your eyes.- she whispers in my ear and I turn my face towards her, looking at her badly.

Kylie: I'm not doing any of that, I'm watching my daughter and making sure nothing happens to her.- I say and I turn my gaze to where the girls are, but looking at my daughter this time.

Kim: Umjm, I'll pretend I didn't see you bite your lip and press your thighs together while you were staring at Y/n's abs.- she whispers again in amusement and turns to face the pool.

Kylie: Shut up.- I growl at her and go to Instagram on my phone.

The rest of the day goes by quickly, with the adults drinking and having fun, while the children play and are entertained with Y/n. I have to admit that all damn day, I haven't been able to go more than five minutes without looking at the nanny and her perfect everything. 

From the perfection of her smile, to her beautiful brown hair, her defined abdomen, her beautiful ass and all of her perfect being.

I know that Kim has caught me more than once, since she sends me suggestive looks and some reversed smile. But she hasn't said anything out loud yet again and she hasn't mentioned it to the rest of my sisters. So I have time to be calm, without my four sisters being on top of me and teasing me every second.

But I think Kendall has started to realize it too, since from time to time her eyes found mine on the girl and she looked at me somewhat thoughtfully. 

All because she has been with Y/n almost all day, helping her take care of the children and talking to her. Which if I'm honest, makes me a little jealous and it's not for less, since Kenny is a Victoria's Secret model and everyone loves her.

Kylie: I'm going to sleep.- I say with a bit of difficulty, now being 2 in the morning and because tomorrow I'll have a horrible hangover if I stay longer.

Khloe: Don't go yet, bitch!- she yells at me from the opposite sofa. -Take another shot with us and let's have fun, we're on vacation.- she says excitedly and clearly drunk.

Kylie: You drink that shot, I'm going to sleep and avoid looking like a zombie in the morning.- I say getting up and staggering a little with a little laugh.

Kourtney: Well be careful, don't fall overboard and be unlucky that your implants don't float.- she comments amused, causing laughter and some strange noise from those present due to drunkenness.

Kylie: Honey it's all real.- I say pointing to my body. -The one with the boob surgery is you, so be careful, those must already be expired and I'm sure they'll end up sinking you.- I say with a muffled laugh, pointing to her breasts and high-fiving Ken and Klo.

Kendall: That's my little sister.- she says, still laughing.

Kylie: Good night bitches.- I say goodbye and walk to the floor of the rooms.

As I walk the corridors of the yacht, I hold on to the walls and try to avoid a painful fall. When I get to the cabins I try to open my door a couple of times, but it resists me and does not open.

Kylie: Stupid door.- I mumble while trying to open it. -You only have two jobs, to open and close yourself and you don't even know how to do that.- I say staring at the door and giving it the middle finger.

I keep trying to open the door, while muttering insults and obscenities at the door. But this stays unfazed and still does not open. Until suddenly, the door opens from the inside and my mouth drops open in total surprise.

Y/n: Do you need something? - she asks hoarsely, rubbing her left eye with her hand and only in a wide short-sleeved shirt which is just below the butt.

Kylie: What are you doing in my room? - I ask confused, after getting out of my head and staggering a bit.

Y/n: I think you're making a mistake.- she comments with a beautiful laugh and I'm staring at her. -This is my room, yours is the one in front and has the number 3.- she says pointing behind my back.

Kylie: I like your laugh.- I comment gawking, ignoring what she told me and focusing on her face.

Y/n: Thank you?- funny and somewhat confused.

Kylie: You're very pretty.- I assure her with a goofy smile, staring between her eyes and her thin but soft-looking and plump lips.

Y/n: Do you want me to help you? - she asks even more amused and I just nod watching her. -Have you had a lot to drink?- she asks placing her hands on my shoulders and turning me around.

Kylie: I haven't drunk a single drop.- I answer holding back my laughter and clearly lying. -I just got dizzy.- I assure her, nodding my head at what i'm saying.

Y/n: I'm sure that's it.- she says, carefully opening the door of my room and guiding me into the cabin.

Kylie: Are you going to sleep with me?- I ask hopefully, like a little girl.

Y/n: Shhh.- she whispers close to my ear. -Stormi is asleep and it's better not to talk too loud.- she whispers again, causing chills in my body and getting me into the bathroom. -Now sit on the toilet.- she orders, pointing to the cup and looking at the things on the sink.

Kylie: But will you sleep with me?- I ask again with a pout, doing what she ordered and sitting on the toilet.

Y/n: I don't think it's the right thing to do.- she answers without looking at me, looking through my makeup products and looking for something between them.

Kylie: But I want to.- I whimpered a bit, running my eyes all over her body and trying to see under her shirt.

Y/n: I don't think you want to put a stranger in your bed with you and your daughter.- she points out the last thing, taking something and approaching me with it.

Kylie: You are not unknown.- I assure with certainty. -You are Y/n, you are 19 years old, you study architecture and I don't remember what else at UCLA, you play soccer, you are British; which is very sexy because of the accent and you work as a babysitter for my sister Kim. - I list with my fingers, watching how she denies amused and kneels between my legs.

Y/n: Even so, you don't know me.- she assures me with a smile, taking a make-up remover wipe from the package and bringing it closer to my face.

Kylie: And neither do you, but you are removing my makeup and helping me.- I say as if it were a point of weight. -Besides that you're between my legs and with this dress I'm sure you're seeing everything.- I say with a suggestive smile and she laughs, shaking her head.

Y/n: You're something else Kylie.- she assures fun, gently grabbing my chin and starting to remove my makeup.

Kylie: But I can be your something else.- I assure moving my eyebrows up and down suggestively and listening to her hoarse laugh.

Y/n: I think that tomorrow you will regret having this conversation.- she assures with a smile, concentrating on what she is doing and biting her lip for concentration.

Kylie: I'll only regret it if I don't do something.- I say with confidence.

Y/n: And what is it? if I can know .- asks curiously and I bite my lip in response.

But instead of telling her I just show her. I grab her face by the cheeks with both hands, pulling her to me and connecting our lips in a simple kiss. 

I close my eyes during the kiss, feeling the warmth and softness of her lips and the turmoil of emotions that a simple kiss is generating inside me.

Kylie: That.- I answer almost without a voice when I break away from the kiss, resting my forehead against hers and keeping my eyes closed.

Y/n: I... I'm... not but... but what? - she asks confused, separating our foreheads and making me open my eyes to see her.

Kylie: I like you a lot and I was going to regret it if I didn't kiss you.- I explain with a small smile, looking at her eyes and seeing a certain brightness in them.

Y/n: But I'm just the babysitter.- she says confused and I frown at that.

Kylie: And what has to do with it.- I say a little annoyed. -I like you, not what you work on or what you study, i like you and nothing else.- I assure pulling her neck and bringing her face closer to mine. -Sooo, do you wanna sleep with me? - I ask again with a smile.

Y/n: I like you a lot too, but I don't know if it's appropriate and a bit hasty.- she responds somewhat insecurely.

Kylie: Shut up and do what I ask.- I order and I kiss her again, but this time more deeply.

After kissing for a while, she finishes removing my makeup and helping me put on my night creams. I changed into some feminine white boxers and a wide blue stormiworld t-shirt to sleep. Y/n helps me get into bed with my daughter and finishes tucking me in.

Kylie: Where are you going? - I ask confused, grabbing her hand when she separates and starts to walk away.

Y/n: To sleep in my room.- she responds a little nervous.

Kylie: Stop fooling around and come inside.- I ordered with a smile, pulling her hand hard and forcing her to get into bed behind me. -Now hug me and be the big spoon.- I tell her and I turn around, turning my back and hugging my daughter to my chest.

Y/n: Bossy.- she murmurs in an almost inaudible way, passing her arms under my neck and over my waist.

Kylie: I've heard you.- I say giving her an elbow in the stomach.

Y/n: Besides being bossy, your aggressive too.- she assures with a very soft laugh.

Kylie: Keep going so you'll know what aggressiveness is.- I assure her, closing my eyes and relaxing in her arms. -Good night.- I whisper, feeling the heaviness of more eyes.

Y/n: Good night.- she whispers back, leaving a kiss on my shoulder and yawning against it.

And that's how I slept for the first time with my now fiancée. No one would say that this temporary babysitter would become my girlfriend and later my fiancée, with whom I would later marry. 

We would move to a house that she has designed herself and with which I would have two more biological boys and three more biological girls, besides Stormi for my part.

THE END

[vi-sigoth]

Watching the most recent interview with Ellen/Eliot Page makes me so fucking ill that I don’t have any jokes left in me about her appearance. I just feel like crying when I look at her. Juno came out when I was in high school, and a lot of people told me then, and continued to tell me, when I was in my early 20s, that I looked like her. I don’t think we bear a huge resemblance to each other but we could be related, maybe cousins or half-sisters, and we both presented sort of quasi-androgynous, not butch at all but not extremely feminine either, and we have very similar low-timbred voices and I had and still have kind of weird, off beat humor, sorta like the character that Page played in Juno. I don’t think we looked like each other more so than my general demeanor and mannerisms sort of reminded people of Page. I always took it as a compliment. Ellen was very pretty to me. I was a fellow flat-chested, low-voiced brunette, someone that a lot wouldn’t consider, looks-wise, a feminine bombshell knockout. And that was devastating to me when I was younger. I hated my perceived ugliness. Hated my flat chest. Hated being tall and having a low voice. Hated all the jokes made about me when I was in music school about how I was “a man” (I have a low mezzo-soprano singing voice and can sing contralto roles pretty easily too). As I left my teens and then my 20s behind, I gradually started to like the way I looked. I started developing my own personal clothing style that was flattering to my body. I started not caring if others didn’t like my appearance. So some guy got insecure because I was taller than him? His loss. Some guy didn’t want to date me because of my tiny A-cups? Good, I don’t want to be with someone that shallow anyway. A lot of men thought I was too weird? I am weird and I’m not about to stop being weird anytime soon. My husband loves the way I look, and the way I am, and that’s good enough for me. And I learned, even as I became more conservative and traditional in my leanings, that the TERF girls are really correct: there is no wrong way to present as a women. A butch lesbian with a shaved head that wears nothing but cargo shorts and t-shirts is just as much of a woman as the girl who loves 1950s fashion and rolls her hair every night and applies makeup every morning.

But I don’t think Ellen got to have that realization. I think Ellen grew up as a child actor, suffered grooming, abuse, and the casting couch (she said as much in her memoir) and then suffered years of cultural grooming and brainwashing from Hollywood and leftist media that tells women that they are either Kardashians or men, and there is no nuance and no in-between anymore. Look like an inhuman bimboid sex doll freak like Kylie Jenner, or just simply, quit participating in it, and become a sexless object. Ellen Page has allowed a doctor to cut off her breasts, and she now exists in a bizarre state of not being a woman, but not resembling a man either. Her voice is bizarre and uncanny, coming from vocal cords too thick for a female throat. If she continues taking testosterone, she will have joint problems, as her muscles continue to grow too big for her 5’1 frame. She will be at a massively increased risk for liver failure and heart problems. Her vagina will possibly atrophy so much, that it will be impossible for her to have any sort of penetrative sex at all.

I laughed along with everyone else at that absurd picture of her at the Met Gala a few years back, but it’s not funny to me anymore. She looks like a lost little girl, wearing clothing not meant for her, that don’t fit her. That never will.

[mariacallous]

The most-liked video in TikTok history shows a dark-haired woman making funny faces to her front-facing camera as she lip-syncs to a popular song. It’s held its position since 2020, but recently it’s encountered competition from another video, featuring … a dark-haired woman making funny faces to her front-facing camera as she lip-syncs to a popular song.

Australian influencer Leah Halton posted her simple, short video set to YG Marley’s “Praise Jah in the Moonlight” on February 5, nearly four years after the front-runner it’s trying to take down. Initially, it got a few million likes—not bad, but small potatoes by the standards of a platform with well over a billion monthly active users. Still, because TikTok’s algorithm doesn’t care how old a video is, it began to catch on, and soon its popularity skyrocketed. Over the month of April, it went from approximately 12 million likes to more than 49 million, making it one of the most popular videos in the app’s history.

Keeping track of the video’s growth is easy: Just look closely at its comment section. TikTok users have spent months posting its current metrics multiple times a day, comparing it to other popular videos as it makes its way up the list and exhorting people to spread it around so it can eventually become the most-liked TikTok ever.

At the moment, that goal seems unlikely. Since that enormous leap in April, growth has slowed, and as of July 1 it has gotten fewer than 3 million likes in the past two months. Those are still impressive numbers, but the current record-holder, a video by Bella Poarch, went from 64 million likes to 66 million likes in that same time frame, more than enough to keep her video at the top.

Poarch, an influencer and singer, set the record in 2020 with a video which has many similarities to Halton’s, from the hair and makeup style to the short, satisfying, and easy-to-mimic movements. At the time, Vox journalist Rebecca Jennings called the popularity of Poarch’s video “inexplicable,” but the success of her video and Halton’s—and the similarities between them both—provide indicators of what it takes to achieve virality on TikTok's somewhat abstruse platform. Jennings concluded that “young people centering their conventional attractiveness in easily repeatable formats” was “the logical endpoint” of TikTok. Unfortunately for Halton, once you’ve reached the end, there’s nowhere further to go, and once the novelty has worn off she’ll have to settle for the silver medal.

It’s a little odd to apply the logic of a race to the popularity of two very similar videos. Poarch and Halton (neither of whom responded to requests for comment) haven’t treated it as a rivalry, but in the comment sections of both videos, there’s a loose but fiercely devoted community formed around getting Halton’s video past Poarch’s. “Anyone here on July 1st?” read comments on Halton’s clip in at least six languages, each with a line of users replying “me!” “REMIND ME WHEN THIS HITS 67M!” says a user on Poarch’s video.

It would be easy to put this down to stan armies—established fans of these creators, clashing over the video in a kind of proxy war to glorify their community—but it’s not along such rigid lines. “Whenever there’s a way to quantify popularity online, there’s a group mentality that emerges,” says Kat Tenbarge, a reporter for NBC News who covers internet culture. “It’s something to be a part of.”

Indeed, this isn’t the first time a relatively innocuous post has become the most popular on a platform. In January 2019, an Instagram post with a stock photo of an egg received over 45 million likes in less than two weeks. It shattered Kylie Jenner’s record for the most-liked post in Instagram’s history thanks to a campaign from thousands of users sharing hashtags like #EggGang and #EggSoldiers.

WIRED deemed the egg “the last of a dying breed,” predicting that popularity campaigns from ordinary users, rather than professional influencers or brands, would get less and less traction “as social networks mature and develop more stringent business models.” Just two months later, in a milestone for corporate social media, the Indian music conglomerate T-Series definitively beat the streamer PewDiePie to become YouTube’s most-subscribed channel, despite a campaign from PewDiePie’s fans involving everything from hacking printers to marching in the streets.

Simply put, since viral popularity can be directly translated into money, there’s much less opportunity for it to happen for free. “Mainstream social media platforms have been solidified as global community spaces with outsized cultural impact,” says Tenbarge. “There’s clear value in dominating the metrics on these platforms, which creates an incentive for people to invest their time and care in such accomplishments, even if they don’t personally benefit from it.” Halton has an actual financial investment in her engagement numbers, but the campaign to boost them has already given the more casual users who started it what they wanted: a sense of community.

Beyond that, there’s the issue of how ephemeral TikTok can be. The algorithm that powers the app’s For You page is so good at finding engaging content that China has passed laws against selling it to potential US buyers, who are seeking to purchase the app after lawmakers passed legislation in April forcing its parent company ByteDance to divest from owning it or face a ban in America. The flip side of that algorithm’s power and intensity is that it blocks the more direct and organic forms of community that were the initial appeal of social networks to begin with.

With vanishingly few exceptions, every product, community, or figure with popularity credited to TikTok needs to establish a presence outside of the app to stick around and stay popular, or the relentless algorithm will drive it off people’s feeds. Stanley Quencher water bottles had huge success last year credited to the app, but this was years after they first took off thanks to a prominent review blog. Abigail Barlow, whose Bridgerton fan musical written on TikTok won a Grammy in 2022, had already released a successful single in 2020.

Poarch presumably understood this, quickly parlaying her proverbial 15 minutes of TikTok fame into a line of merchandise, a music career, and more. Halton is already following suit with a reality show appearance. Despite this, Halton’s video will never be able to catch up to Poarch’s without some major element outside TikTok, because it’s just that: a video. Unlike its creator, it can’t transcend the app.

For Halton’s video to break the record, there would need to be some massive, directed interest beyond the shallow sensory appeal that got the video so popular in the first place, which is next to impossible given how much emphasis TikTok places on algorithmic feeds over searching for specific content. The commenters on Halton’s video, who dutifully boost the clip and keep track of the numbers every day, are swimming against the currents that carry every single TikTok to their feeds.

With TikTok reportedly developing a new version of its algorithm to skirt the ban in the US, it’s worth keeping track of how that algorithm shapes what users see, especially how hard it is to work against. The thousands of comments keeping track of the most-liked videos on the platform show that people don’t always just want what the algorithm gives them, and the fact that they come back every day shows they want something that stays in their lives longer than the next swipe up.

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#THESTAR ── profile.

BIRTH NAME Sadé Sateen Sidonie Hill Bourdon-Rothschild

MOSTLY KNOWN AS Falizé Romé

PREFERRED NAME Sadé Bourdon-Rothschild

NAME MEANING

Sadé: a feminine name of Nigerian origin that translates to "honor earns a crown," "rule or lead with nobility," or "assume royalty with (your) wealth,".  Sateen: a luxurious fabric.  Sidonie: derived from the French language, signifies an individual hailing from this influential city.

NICKNAMES

Queen Mé: Although this is a nickname given to her by the press and her fans as a nod to her success.  SiSi/SoSo: As a proud aunt of many nieces and nephews, Falizé Romé has been given these sorts of names by the children in her life. Momma Romé: Given to her by her friends, it stems from her motherly nature when it comes to the people she loves.  President Bourdon-Rothschild: Due to her education in politics as well as her involvement in the subject, it is a name given to her by fans.   Worldwide Gorgeous: A joke she made with BTS’ Jin.  Lizé: A nickname used mainly by her mother and siblings, as it is simply a short version of her name.  Sachisachi: A play on her first name, Sadé, mainly used by many of her female friends.

DATE OF BIRTH 15 February, 1995

ZODIACS Aries and Pig

CURRENT AGE 29

NATIONALITY Portugese, French, Dutch, American

ETHNICITY 1/2 African American, 1/3 Jewish, 1/6 Scandinavian

PLACE OF BIRTH Milano, Italy

HOMETOWN Coimbra, Portugal / Carcassonne, France / Amsterdam, Netherlands

SPOKEN LANGUAGES Portuguese, French, American English, Yiddish, Dutch, Italian, Palestinian Arabic,  South Korean,  and some German, Russian, Mandarin, and Japanese

RESIDENCY Coimbra, Portugal / Carcassonne, France / Amsterdam, Netherlands

GENDER Cisgender female

PRONOUS She / her / herself

SEXUAL ORIENTATION Mostly heterosexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS In a relationship

HEIGHT 160cm or 5´2

WEIGHT 50kg or 110lbs

NATURAL HAIR COLOR Dirty Blonde

CURRENT HAIR COLOR Dirty Blonde with Bright Highlights

EYE COLOR Green with hazel accents

SKIN COLOR Olive Tan, Light Skin/Mixed Race Black Woman

BLOOD TYPE AB Positive

BODY MODIFICATIONS 50+ tattoos and 12 piercings

FACE CLAIM A mix between Rihanna and Kendall Jenner

BODY CLAIM Before: Lilly Rose Depp / Now: Kylie Jenner (natural) / After: Raven Tracy

SPEAKING VOICE CLAIM Chungha

SINGING VOICE CLAIM LeeHi and Beyoncé

RAPPING VOICE CLAIM Yoon Mi Rae

STAGE NAME Falizé Romé

NAME EXPLAINED It was her grandmother’s wish for her name, it was based on a girl her grandmother knew when she was a child.

ALIASES Xio Cyr, Sidonie Breaux

Xio Cyr: It was the first stage name she was given, and with the concept of "unknown identity", it was perfect as it makes little sense and it is gender neutral. Sidonie Breaux: This is the name she puts for her lyrical or producing credits, as well as her SoundCloud account, in an attempt to stay anonymous.

AGENIES Roc Nation and Blonde Vinyls

OCCUPATION Singer-Songwriter, Choreographer, Actress, Producer, CEO

GROUP Floraison, 1.5MK, Astrée

DEBUT DATE 30 November, 2008

DEBUT ALBUM Faceless

DEBUT MOVIE Avatar: The Last Airbender

YEARS ACTIVE 2005-present day

NET WORTH 1.4 billion USD

REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI 🦥 / the sloth

FANDOM Ètolies

GENRES R&B, HipHop, Indie, Neo Soul, Alternative

INSTRUMENTS Guitar, piano, and drums

ENDORESMENTS Vivianne Westwood, Dior, Ralph Lauren

ROLE MODEL Her mother (Lauryn Hill), Aaliyah, CL (2ne1)

KNOWN FOR Her fashion sense, being literally everywhere, the ongoing joke in her fandom that she is the type or woman that people go to war for, being the ace and all-rounder of the group, not having a training.period, her versatility, being the creator of Blonde Vinyls, making personal mixtapes for her friends, being the queen of girlfriend material pictures, her random life advice, being different celebrities/idols crushes, her goofy personality and loud laugh, her eyes whenever she performances, her dancing and sharpness

MBTI TYPE INFJ-A

TITLE The advocate

ACRONYM Introverted, intuitive, feeling and judging

DESCRIPTION They tend to approach life with deep thoughtfulness and imagination. their inner vision, personal values, and a quiet, principled version of humanism guide them in all things

COLOR PERSONALITY Hawkes blue

DESCRIPTION Notices others' emotions and feelings and tries to care for them, is happy to travel despite being a homebody. too sensitive and empathetic, they're calm and speak slowly, doesn't believe what others say if there isn't any proof, the type to yield if conflict.

ENNEAGRAM TYPE Type four (the individualist)

DESCRIPTION The sensitive, introspective type: expressive, dramatic. self-absorbed, and temperamental.

PERSONALITY STRENGTHS Creative, insightful, principled, passionate, altruistic

PERSONALITY WEAKNESSES Sensitive to criticism, reluctant to open up, perfectionist, avoiding the ordinary, impatient

HOBBIES/SPECIAL SKILLS Guitar, piano, composing/producing, songwriting, family, doodling flowers on everything, collecting handbags and jewellery, yoga, exercising, morning runs before the sun comes up

LIKES Gaming videos, handmade jewellery, vintage handbags, flower-scented products, ugly furniture because it has personality, lip gloss, star wars, makeup, second-hand shopping, psychological horror, listening to people talk about their interests, being petty, debating, wine tasting, tulips, museums, chocolate

DISLIKES The ticking of clocks, sad beige minimalist home decor, liars, netizens, talking about her feelings

HABITS/MANNERISMS Fiddling with her jewellery, touching up her tip gloss/liner, writing on herself, doodling in her lyric book, rolling her eyes, folding her arms, holding intense eye contact, crossing her legs, tucking her hair, always having perfect posture, wiggling her nose, forgetting that people across the world know who she is, randomly making popping sounds.

[kaliforniaaajenner]

khy: drop 005: the perfect denim. launching 04/25 at 9AM PT on khy.com

[pop-pop-pop-popculture]

MET GALA 2024 Review: May 6, 2024

I feel that there's more photos and guests, but vogue.com only posted 263 images.

Yes

Lana Del Rey

Dua Lipa

Zendaya

Jessica Biel

Harris Reed

Penélope Cruz

Aurora James

Jennifer Lopez

Lil Nas X

Karol G

Natasha Poonawalla

Christine Beauchamp

Jennie Kim

Tory Burch

Grace Murdoch

Taika Waititi

Rita Ora

Ivy Getty

Nelly Korda

Michelle Williams (I love the pink hair!)

Taraji P. Henson

Shakira

FKA Twigs

Ugbad Abdi

Shakira

Doja Cat

Nicki Minaj (OUTFIT, NOT PERSON.)

Camila Mendes

Adut Akech

LaQuan Smith

Usher

Anok Yai

Imaan Hammam

Karlie Kloss

Cardi B (OUTFIT, NOT PERSON.)

Tyler Mitchell

Kaia Gerber

Iris Law

Men either try or don't try at all, so kudos to the stylists of the men that actually tried.

No

Serena Williams (The gold was gorgeous, but I don't like the construction of the dress. On top of that, it didn't flatter her physique well.)

Kylie Jenner (obviously)

Kris Jenner (obviously)

Michelle Yeoh

Sydney Sweeney (I like the shade of blue and flower appliques, though.)

Yes and No

Ariana Grande

Elle Fanning

Kylie Minogue

Kendall Jenner

The Redmayne's (They went all out, that's for sure, but I don't see how their outfits correlate to the theme.)

Olivier Rousteing (I like the top and flare pants!)

Irina Shayk

Camila Cabello

Kelsea Ballerini

Naomi Campbell (The color and fabric are pretty, but I feel like she went a little too safe.)

Taylor Russell

The F*ck?

Cara Delevingne

Lizzo

I know that there were a ton more people, but I wanted to keep the list of each category short.

🌸 May 8, 2024 🌸

[jasminesreview]

WAP - Cardi B feat. Megan Thee Stallion

When I talk about great music videos, "WAP" by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion absolutely has to be in the conversation because WOW, just wow. The visuals hit you right out of the gate—literally—with a ‘WAP’ gate opening to a stunning garden, featuring the statue of them squirting water from their nipples. Literally iconic from the first two seconds!

The wet theme was brilliantly executed, with water flooding the home. And then the inside was just as glamorous as we saw the tantalizing booties adorning the walls!  Cardi and Meg’s hair and fashion? Unmatched. Their pink and yellow ensembles gave off major SpongeBob and Patrick bestie vibes, and I was here for it!

The snake scene was absolutely legendary, especially with Megan revisiting that theme in her new album rollout with "Cobra," "Hiss," and "Boa." It truly cast them as goddesses in my eyes.

And let's dive into the machine scene. I was truly captivated! The vibrant color scheme was both pleasing and perfect for summer. Additionally, it provided another opportunity for their fashion to shine, with Cardi in lime green and Megan in purple. The choreography in this scene was astounding and left me in awe. I initially thought they would just seductively stare into the camera, but nooo, they came to give us MOVES. They were on a mission!

I loved the smooth transition of Kylie Jenner going into the leopard room to introduce Cardi’s next solo scene, offering a glimpse into the various rooms of this extravagant house. Cardi's leopard theme, complemented with her chain-link hair, was everything, just flawless! The transition to Megan’s room was simply divine; I adored the black and white animal print.

The final dance scene was nothing short of extraordinary. Watching them on the rooftop, dancing in latex bodysuits in the water with soft pink and blue lighting was very mesmerizing! And I admire how they gave shine to other female artists at the end—Normani, Rosalia, Latto, Sukihana, and Rubi Rose all got their moment.

In summary, "WAP" isn't just a music video; it's a visual masterpiece that keeps on giving.

[mangoposts]

What are some cringy phases you had? Mine was during lockdown i cut my hair short and shaved my eyebrows off it was insane 💀💀💀💀

Stop i almost shaved my eyebrows off too LMAOAOOO my most cringe phase was when i literally wanted to be a tumblr girl so bad because kylie jenner was popping on here and all of my pics were so heavily filtered with that fucking yellow and blue tumblr shit like Stop why is a picture of the grass blue and yellow rn girl i thought everything i did was so aesthetic 😭😭😭😭😭

[mslizsteele-stories]

Gothic Academia: Two

༒︎

As the night wore on, Mikasa found herself drawn into the depths of Tobio's amber eyes, her heart fluttering like a trapped bird against the confines of her chest. Despite her initial reservations, there was something about the simplicity of his presence, the way his gaze held both curiosity and warmth, that made her heart race in a way she couldn't explain. His comment about finding her sexy echoed in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Hey, Tobio. Can I ask you something?"

He ceased scribbling notes in his notepad and looked at her with eyes wide with curiosity - a small thing he always did when he gave her his undivided attention. "What's up?"

She suddenly felt herself hesitate. She swallowed the lump in her throat and licked her lips. "Do you..." she paused briefly. "do you really think I'm sexy?"

She gazed at him and held her breath, awaiting his response. She wasn't annoyed or mad, just curious to know and anxious to find out what his response was going to be.

Tobio met her gaze without hesitation, his eyes sincere. "I do," he replied, his voice steady and unwavering.

The simplicity of his response took her off guard, leaving her both surprised and intrigued.

Short and to the point, gadamn.

"But, like... why do you think that?" she pressed, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Is it just because I'm physically attractive?"

He shook his head gently, a small smile tugging at his lips. "While I do appreciate physical looks, personality is what really matters to me," he explained. "I mean, you can be Kylie Jenner hot but be the most insufferable and annoying person in existence."

Mikasa snorted, crinkling her nose. "Wouldn't call myself Kylie Jenner hot, though."

"Well, at least you're less annoying and drama-free."

"True," she conceded. "but what do you like about my personality?"

"Well, you're smart and intelligent and I find women like that incredibly sexy," he said. "You have this duality. You're stoic, cold and more than capable of biting someone's head off with the right amount of motivation. But you're also passionate and playful once people get to know you. And I've had the honour of seeing both sides of you."

Mikasa felt a warm blush creep onto her cheeks, moved by his words. "You have a way with words. I'll give you that," she mumbled, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"But I mean it," he told her. "Every single word."

A comfortable silence settled between them, filled with unspoken emotions that seemed to dance in the air. Mikasa, feeling an inexplicable pull, rose from her spot and moved closer to him. Tobio's eyes widened slightly, watching her intently as she sat beside him. Their gazes met, and Mikasa spoke, her voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. "Can I tell you something personal, Tobio?"

"Sure," he replied, his voice soft and encouraging.

Mikasa paused briefly, biting her bottom lip, choosing her words carefully. "I... sometimes I wish I wasn't alone," she confessed, her eyes fixed on the coffee table before meeting his gaze. "I have Eren and Armin, but they have their own lives and schedules. I prefer solitude, but there are moments when I wish I had people who genuinely want to spend time with me, to understand me. Is that stupid of me to ask for?"

Tobio's expression softened, understanding the vulnerability in her words. "It's not stupid to desire human connection, Mikasa. Being alone is fine and great but it sucks most of the time."

"I guess," she replied, a small smile touching her lips. "But I can't relate with most people, especially girls in our year. They often perceive me as some sort of witch, waiting to perform a ritual sacrifice. Not all goth girls are into witchcraft, Becky." She rolled her eyes.

"People are weird. That's what I always say," Tobio commented.

"Right!" she agreed, her eyes meeting his with a mix of gratitude and contentment. "But... out of all the people I've met and talked to, I actually enjoy your company, Tobio. You're one of the few people I tolerate."

"I'm glad," he said, his smile warm and genuine.

At that moment, the atmosphere shifted, an unspoken tension lingering between them. They were close, so close that Mikasa could feel the heat emanating from his body. Their eyes locked, searching and longing, and Tobio's amber eyes dropped to her rosy pink lips. His throat tightened as he gathered the courage to speak, his words barely audible. "Would it be stupid of me to ask for a kiss?" he asked, his voice laced with vulnerability, his amber eyes met her dark grey orbs.

Mikasa didn't feel offended; instead, his question felt right, almost fated. She smiled, shaking her head gently. "No," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's not stupid."

The room fell into silence, thick with anticipation. Their lips hovered just inches apart until Mikasa tilted her head slightly, her lips meeting his in a gentle, tentative kiss. The touch was soft, yet it sent electric waves through her body. They lingered, savouring the moment, until another kiss followed, deeper and more fervent. Mikasa gasped softly as Tobio pulled her closer, his grip firm yet tender. His warmth enveloped her, and she sighed contentedly, her arms wrapping around his neck as their lips melded in a passionate kiss. Tobio's hand found its place on her waist, the other cupping her cheek, his thumb caressing her jawline.

Their lips moved in sync, their breaths mingling, tongues dancing in a silent, intimate conversation. Mikasa's hands explored the contours of Tobio's scalp, while his hands ventured beneath her hoodie, the touch sending shivers down her spine. Time seemed to blur, their connection deepening with every heartbeat, every sigh, until they became lost in the sweet embrace of each other's lips, revelling in the unspoken words that passed between them.

Suddenly, Tobio got up, effortlessly lifting Mikasa with him. A gasp escaped her lips, and she instinctively clung to him, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist to steady herself. Surprise and excitement lit up her eyes, creating a radiant glow on her face. Their smiles met, mirroring the shared anticipation, and they leaned in for another tender kiss as Tobio carried her towards her room.

They reached her room, and with a sense of urgency, Mikasa slammed the door shut behind them. Tobio gently guided her toward the twin-sized mattress, his touch firm yet tender. As he climbed on top of her, their eyes locked, both sets burning with desire and a raw, unspoken lust.

Mikasa's fingers instinctively found their way to Tobio's glasses, a delicate caress tracing the frames. She had acknowledged his cuteness and handsomeness earlier, but now, without the barrier of his glasses, his features were strikingly evident. A tiny mole adorned the corner of his left eye, and his slender nose accentuated his sharp, attractive features. His lips were just right, not too thin yet not overly plump, and his eyes, now unobstructed, gleamed with intensity, adding to his allure.

As she removed his glasses, Mikasa felt herself getting pulled by his lips once more, savouring his taste. "Tobio..." her voice was light as a whisper, husky and sultry. She was eager and desperate for him.

Tobio gently lowered the zipper of her hoodie, his touch careful and deliberate. Her body came into view, the fabric parting to reveal her figure. Mikasa's breasts were modest, neither overly large nor too small, a perfect balance that seemed to captivate him. His hands rubbed them both, his thumbs caressing and teasing the rosy buds of her nipples.

She gasped sharply, her body tensed up at the contact and her core starting to throb. Tobio leaned down and kissed one of her tits, prompting a shuddering moan to escape her lips. Her head tilted back against her pillow; her body arched towards him longing for him. She bit her lip, stifling her moans. Tobia continued sucking her breast, his tongue swirling and teasing her nipple and areola.

"Mmm," she bit her lower lip, stifling a moan.

Tobio's hands hesitated near the waistband of her shorts, his eyes seeking permission in the depths of her gaze. Without a word, he silently asked for her consent. Mikasa nodded, her consent evident in the subtle movement of her head, giving him the unspoken permission to proceed.

With a quiet determination, she lifted her hips, allowing him to deftly strip off her shorts and underwear. The garments fell to the floor, forgotten remnants of a moment now consumed by the intensity of their shared desire. Her womanhood was already glistening from her arousal. "Oh," she silently moaned when she felt Tobio's thumb caress the bud of her clit.

Tobio trailed soft kisses on her neck, her stomach and her thighs. He stopped just a few inches from her throbbing womanhood, his mouth hovering over her lower lips. The sight of her folds, all wet and puffy, waiting to be devoured by him evoked a lustful ache between his legs and caused his jeans to be tighter.

He began at her most sensitive part, licking her mound, kissing the outer lips of her pussy with a tenderness that left her wetter and hotter than before. She moaned, her hips jerking up suddenly as Tobio's lips and tongue teased the hood of her clit. She squirmed, tightening her grip on her pillow as she felt the pleasure consume and wash over her like a wave. Tobio's hands were kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples, his tongue now thrusting into her velvety walls.

His lips and chin were coated in her slick. Her free hand gripped his head, begging for more. Tobio moans, moving his lips back to her clit and inserting two fingers into her hole.

"Ah! Fuck!" she screamed, her body trembling at the feeling of his tongue and his digits thrusting in and out of her. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-"

Her eyes rolled back letting out an inaudible gasp. Her body arched; her legs shook as she rode out her orgasm. Tobio slurped and licked her cum, making her whimper from overstimulation in the process before pulling away.

Mikasa's gaze trailed over Tobio as he removed his clothes, appreciating the contours of his physique. He possessed a lean build, his form neither overly muscular nor excessively slender. His body was compact, yet his shoulders boasted a broad, sturdy frame. When he began to take off his jeans and boxers, she blushed and admired the size of his cock.

"Anything you like?" he mused with a smirk.

"Just wondering if your friend is going to fit," Mikasa replied, her tone teasing, as she effortlessly slipped off her hoodie and tossed it aside.

"With how wet you are, I'm sure it will fit right in."

She snorted. "Never thought Mr Dorky McGoodie Two Shoes would be vulgar and dirty."

His grin widened as he playfully hooked his finger around her leg, gently tugging her closer. She gasped in surprise, her laughter bubbling up at the unexpected gesture. "Sorry to disappoint," he told her. "You on the pill?"

She nodded.

"Good. 'cause I want to come inside of you."

They shared a knowing grin, their lips interlocking, and their tongues engaging in an intimate dance. A soft, melodious moan escaped Mikasa's lips as she pulled him closer, her arms wrapping around his neck, her fingers gently tangling in his hair.

Tobio rubbed his cock against her core and started slowly inserting himself inside her. They both gasped at the sudden contact as their pelvic bones merged. Mikasa was wet enough for him to slide inside her smoothly without hurting her, but man her walls had an iron grip around him so tight that he was surprised that he hadn't cum in her at that moment.

"You okay?" he asked in a grunt.

"Y-yeah," she nodded vigorously. "You can move now."

Tobio slowly pulled out then snapped his hips, thrusting back inside her. He started slow until he established a steady rhythm. Mikasa was lost in the moment. She bucked her hips, meeting his thrusts, letting out soft moans as their bodies moved in an intimate dance. "Tobio..." she said breathlessly. "You feel so good..."

"You too..." he groaned, rolling his hips. "Your pussy is so tight and wet for me."

Tobio opened her legs wider and pushed them further back, thrusting deep inside her. "Ah! Fuck. You're so deep," she cried out, throwing her head back against her pillow. "You feel so good inside me."

"Is that so?" he grunted breathlessly, clenching his teeth, quickening the pace of his thrusts. "You like it when my cock is ramming deep inside you?"

"Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!" she rambled in a high pitch. "Just like that."

Tobia sat up straight and lifted her hips into a new position. Their moans and groans filled the room. Their bodies were covered in sweat and sin. Their eyes locked, speaking volumes in the silent language of desire and longing, conveying their unspoken lust and passion for each other.

"Tobio... I'm close..." Tears started building up from the corner of her eyes.

"Come for me, baby," he whined, his grip on her hips now becoming tight as he chased his climax. "I want to see your face when you come."

She lifted her head and looked at him. Her body tensed, her toes curled and she let out a silent gasp when she orgasmed. Soon after, Tobio snapped his hips one last time and came inside her. Mikasa whimpered from overstimulation as Tobio stroked her a few times until he pulled out and collapsed on top of her without crushing her. They stayed in that position, panting and catching their breaths.

"Wow," Mikasa broke the silence, her voice barely a whisper. "This was not how I imagined studying would go."

He let out a breathy laugh, meeting her gaze with a playful glint in his eyes. "Any regrets?" he asked, his tone light yet genuine.

She stared at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and contentment. A smile curved her lips as she shook her head. "No. It was unexpected, but it was worth it."

"Well," he said, a playful grin spreading across his face, "let's hope we earn those distinctions for such a stellar performance," he added, his tone teasing as they shared a moment of shared laughter, the weight of their unspoken connection lingering in the air between them. "Oh my gosh," she laughed, pushing him off her and turning to her side. "You know, even though you're older than me, you sure act like a child."

"Woman, I can bend you over and make you call me daddy. Don't play with me," he smirked devilishly.

Her face turned bright red and her jaw dropped. "Oh, fuck you."

"You already did but I'm open for seconds," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up," she slapped his chest, making him laugh.

They lay in bed in silence, basking in the afterglow of their intimacy. "Would you..." Mikasa's voice was soft and tentative as she spoke. "Would you... maybe want to do this again sometime soon?" Her words carried a mix of curiosity and hope, hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

A grin tugged at the corners of Tobio's lips. "Who am I to refuse such a generous offer?" he replied, his voice laced with playful amusement.

She chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief, and rolled her eyes playfully. Closing the distance between them, she pressed her lips against his in a series of gentle pecks. Each touch was tender, a silent promise of the moments they might share in the future. Tobio responded, his hand cupping her face, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, their lips melding together in sweet, stolen moments of passion.

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[knight-sappho]

why do you like harry styles

1. Knee 2. feet 3. legs 4. toes

5. voice

6. cubicles

7. pina colada

8. harry

9. has style

10. tattoos

11. ballerina

12. sushi 

13. food

14. smile

15. style

16. left one direction

17. angel

18. god

19. legend

20. great in a dress

21. fqueer

22. queef

23. enhanced eyebrows

24. goes in multiple directions rather than one

25. superior one direction ex member

26. gets all the tumblr fanfictions

27. short i think

28. actor

29. astounding in every shape and form 

30. he provides oxygen for plants 

31. his hair is good insulation for the house

32. he makes music for sushi restaurants 

33. hes not actually british hes a lizard humanoid so he isnt human which is several steps up

34. illuminaughti 

35. tastes like sugar watermelon

36. kylie jenner could never 

37. he sounds british 

38. he rocks lonng curly hair

39. jason in space

40. good elbows

41. dashing luminencent orbs

42. glows in the sun

43. glows

44. transcends space and time with the strength of his curls

45. yam lover

46. better

47. best

48. this is true

49. everything you need to know

50. sincerely me