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[k-hotchoisan]

hi I saw that your requests are open! can you write about needy/horny hongjoong being a messy kisser and overstimulation (only if you're comfortable with it) 💕 tysm 💕

At this point I should just make a masterlist of ateez members being perverts because that’s where all of these fics are swerving to (not that I’m complaining 😛)

Thank you for the wait, here’s your meal ✨🌶️

wetting your lips

<hongjoong x fem!reader>

He’s just your sugar daddy right? No strings attached. At least that’s what he thinks until the both of you make out, and you see how fucking deep his obsession with you runs.

Genre/warnings: perverted, possessive, DILF sugar daddy!Hongjoong, smut, Hongjoong is possessive as much as he’s horny (we love that for him), blowjob, deep throat, cumming un/touched, overstimulation, sloppy, making out, vibrator play, unprotected sex, cream pie

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“No strings attached”, is what Hongjoong would tell you during the earlier days of this transactional relationship. Little did he realise he would be eating his fucking words. 

Initially, it started off with spoiling you with dinners and gifts. Truthfully, it was kind of jarring—solely because it was something you never thought of stepping your foot in. Hongjoong was fine with the arrangement, showering you with gifts and dinners. He was always polite and gentle, sometimes even flirty with you. He never brought up intimacy—at least, not until the third month mark. 

And you wonder to yourself how did Hongjoong keep all of that to himself, because he was something in bed. He wasn’t rough by any means—dominant—definitely. You could tell he got off taking the lead in bed on top of fucking the ever loving shit out of you. 

Fucking him—or being fucked by him was nothing like your previous partners. Despite him being significantly older than you, he had some sort of vigor, one that definitely always left you wanting more. He started becoming more flirtatious, his hands always around your body whenever he could, enjoying seeing red tint flush against your cheeks whenever he said something dirty. He began picking you from campus more often as well. 

It was to the extent that on some days during your classes, you would blank out briefly, whatever you were supposed to be absorbing completely replaced by your little escapades with him the night before—him driving his cock right into your wet hole from below, muttering such dirty things—“that’s my good girl, taking my cock like that. You love that don’t you?”, and the way he would hold your thighs down so you wouldn’t squirm and take his fucking cock like his good little girl while you leak all over him and completely break. By the time you snapped out of it, your thighs were squeezed on reflex. You were never gonna fucking tell Hongjoong that, obviously. 

There was one thing you realised he doesn’t do during sex—kissing. It wasn’t that he would avoid you if you kissed him—you didn’t initiate because he never placed his lips in the proximity of yours. You chalked it off as probably something he wasn’t comfortable with, and you weren’t about to force him anyway. 

Then another popped—up the more Hongjoong had you around him—his possessiveness progressively built. Initially it was subtle; Hongjoong would rest his hand on your thigh if he was seated beside you—he loved doing that, especially when your thighs are bare. There was an instance where he was picking you up from campus, he called your name, pulling your attention away from your friend. Your male friend. 

“Boyfriend?” He’d ask. You stay frozen, unsure of what to reply to your friend. But you shake your head while you plaster a smile before you waved him off and entered Hongjoong’s car. 

As you clip your seatbelt on, Hongjoong casts you a glance from the side before he presses against the accelerator. 

“Who was that?”

You look up at him and blink. “Classmate”, you reply curtly, before pulling out your phone.

“The both of you seem close”, he comments, shifting his gaze away back to road. 

“Yeah he’s my group mate”, you reply, nonchalant about the tightening grip Hongjoong had on the steering wheel. He’s irritated, his jaw is clenched but he doesn’t know why.

“What were the both of you talking about?” He asks next. Your gaze lifts from the phone to the road ahead of you, wondering why Hongjoong was suddenly asking you all of these questions. 

“Nothing. He was asking who you were. That’s all.” 

Hongjoong’s jaw tightens slightly more. His eyes don’t leave the road. 

“And what did you reply?”

You finally whip your head to face Hongjoong, confusion partnered with furrowed eyebrows all over your face. 

“Why does that matter?”

“Answer me, doll.” 

And you immediately simmer down slightly, your eyes back on the road. 

“What would you want me to answer?” You deflect, hoping, praying, that he’d leave this alone. It was making your heart pump a hundred miles per second. 

“I asked you first.”

Now you can’t help but to roll your eyes. 

“I didn’t say anything.”

Hongjoong cocks an eyebrow. “Elaborate.”

Your arms are crossed. There is a prick of irritation stemming from your heart, but you aren’t able to pinpoint the cause of it. 

“He asked me if you were my boyfriend, but I didn’t reply.”

This time, Hongjoong quietens down, but you catch a glint in his eye—something you’ve never seen before. 

Boy, were you in for a fucking ride. 

The moment you step into his penthouse, you make a beeline for the showers, like you always did, but this time, your heart is hammering in your chest. As the hot water washes the soap off, you wonder about Hongjoong’s recent behaviour towards you. Even though Hongjoong has always been a direct person, he’s like a puzzle you could never figure out. Maybe that’s why you couldn’t seem to get him out of your head. Especially when he’s been more affectionate recently. It’s sending you into a spiral. 

Hongjoong is drying your hair as he combs it. And it’s the little things like these that makes your heart flutter. But he still hasn’t answered you about why he was questioning you so much in the car over a friend.

You turn to him. 

“Now you answer me.”

Hongjoong is avoiding your gaze. The prick in your heart is starting to germinate. 

“Then I’ll accept his date. He was asking me out anyway.” 

That makes Hongjong whip his head so fucking fast, and he’s glaring daggers into you. 

“No. You’re not going.”

You cross your arms, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“And why not? It’s not like we’re dating or anything. You said it before—no strings attached, right?” 

Hongjoong’s jaw clenches. This is driving him insane. He knows. He just doesn’t want to admit it. And he’s about to find out that this would be the turning point. 

“It doesn’t apply this time. I’m not allowing you.”

“You think we’re something? Yeah, wefuck, but youdon’t even kiss me,” You spit. You’ve never challenged Hongjoong like this before, especially given the basis of this peculiar relationship. This was definitely new to you. And him. 

Hongjoong stares at you. Hard. His expression is indecipherable. He shifts closer to you, you who remains still, gaze tracing his movements as Hongjoong closes the distance between the both of you. His thumb presses against your chin, his fingers holding your chin up. You scoff internally, because it’s not like you’re running away-

-and his lips are pressed onto yours. Your mind is buzzing. So much chemicals are colliding in your mind. Sure, the fucking sent you into another realm, but from a kiss? Maybe you just didn’t expect Hongjoong to actually kiss you. 

Hongjoong’s head is as spinning as madly as yours is. There’s a reason why he doesn’t kiss his flings, his partners. He doesn’t like the idea of how kissing turns him vulnerable. He doesn’t care about the emotional connections. But with you? Dear god, he could break his own fucking rules for that. In his own perverse ways. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you. But he was afraid of the entanglement it would ensue should it happen. It drives him crazy. Even though he was the one who foolishly mentioned no strings attached, he swears he’s the one at his feet for you. 

The kiss deepens as Hongjoong coaxes you to part your lips, and you do, shakily, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Hongjoong stumbles slightly, but his lips are messy against yours. He swallows hard when the both of you pull back, a thin string of spit slowly pulling apart between two swollen lips. 

It’s only then you realised what the hell you’ve done. You’ve gained clarity after the steamy make out session, but one glance at Hongjoong, his cheeks and ears and flushed red, and his eyes are hazed. 

You tug against the drenched boxers Hongjong has on, pulling it down as he peels the silk lounge wear off you. Your breath is heavy at the sight beneath his pants—thick white, leaking and trickling down his thick and heavy shaft.

Hongjoong’s eyes are growing wilder by the second. His hands catch yours and he places your palm on his chest. You feel it—his heartbeat is as wild as his eyes. 

Before you realise it, your back hits the mattress and Hongjoong is towering over you. Your hands are off him, but his hands are trailing all over you—cupping your tits before the sensation of his fingers are tickling your sides, and then he’s at your thighs. He casts you one more glance. 

“If you don’t stop me now, I don’t know what I might do”, Hongjoong warns gently. 

“Hongjoong”, you call out, the tips of his fingers trailing teasingly against the curve of his jaw. “What else have you been keeping in that dirty little mind of yours?”

The sides of Hongjoong’s lips crack into a smile. “So many fucking things, doll.” 

It’s not as if you never used a vibrator with Hongjoong during sex, in fact, he almost seemed to always hold back his enthusiasm when you told him you wanted to use the vibrator during sex. 

But what you failed to realise was how frenzied he almost seemed to be whenever the vibrator came into play. Little did you know his true fantasy was to stuff you full with it, and watch you writhe and beg while he fucks his hand. 

You swallow hard when the vibrator hits the perfect spot again. You push your thighs together, trying to get the toy to hit the spongy spot once again, because fuck, you were so fucking close to cumming. It feels so fucking good. You glance at Hongjoong, who twirls the controller with this pretty fingers. He looks so sickeningly satisfied, watching the way you’re squirming, trying to reach your high, your eyes so glazed out, your whines sounding like symphony to his ears when you beg him to let you cum when he lowers the vibration intensity with his thumb. 

“Hongjoong”, you choke, jerking once more when the vibrator ups it’s buzz once more. Now tears streaming down your cheeks from the constant jump between the lack of and overstimulation. “I wanna cum. Let me cum, please.” You’re practically grinding your hips against the sheets, so much cream leaking past the vibrator that if you sat up, the toy would definitely slip out, and that’s why Hongjoong has you seated like a good girl, legs closed to keep the toy stuffed nicely in you. 

The imagery of you giggling with your male classmate turns Hongjoong’s gaze dark. He cracks a smile, devoid of anything pleasant before he rips your orgasm away from you once more, hearing you cuss for the nth time with your legs twitching. 

“No.” He simply says. “Not yet.”

You hiccup, so fucked out from the pulsing pleasure that you don’t know how much more of this you can take. 

You watch hungrily as Hongjoong strokes his fat, red-tipped cock slowly, beads of precum leaking off the slit, listening to him sigh shakily as his hands slip down his slippery shaft. 

“Fuck yourself with your little toy. If you can last till I cum, I’ll make sure you’ll cum so fucking good, doll”, he proposes. You nod as you bite your lip, desperate to get some form of release, even though you weren’t sure if you were gonna last. 

You spread your legs wide open in front of Hongjoong, gingerly pulling out the vibrator, groaning at the way it drags out of your wet cunt before pushing it back in, your toes curling from how good it feels. Hongjoong almost loses it here, watching how your pussy stretches when you push the toy in. 

And you slowly fuck yourself with the toy, letting yourself fall back against the plush, thick pillows behind you. You feel like you’re doing okay, that is, until Hongjoong amps up the fucking intensity and you’re back to shaking and your voice climbs in octave when you whimper. You’re almost tempted to just fucking release it—it feels so fucking good. Just when you’re about to give up, the intensity slows down to a dull buzz, and you take a sharp inhale, your eyes meeting Hongjoong as he watches you like a predator while his hand makes more of a mess on his pretty cock. You still fuck yourself slowly on the toy, even though it’s by instinct that you want to fuck yourself stupid with it. 

Not yet. You wanted to be Hongjoong’s good girl. 

You lift your hips slightly, the angle letting the vibrator push into deeper parts of your pussy, and you wonder if you regret it or thank the fucking gods for it because when Hongjoong sees you do it, he raises the vibration, making you gasp, your legs snapping shut. 

“Keep them open, baby. You wanna cum, don’t you?” Hongjoong reminds you. He’s obviously enjoying the fucking show—the clear precum slowly turning more white and thicker by the minute. 

“Can’t help it, Joong. Feels so fuckin amazing”, you mutter, hearing Hongjoong’s pretty chuckle echo in your ears while he watches you failing at holding your composure while the vibrator is fucking its vibrations right into your fucking core. 

“Fuck. Look at that pretty little pussy of yours. I’m almost jealous,” Hongjoong sighs as he lowers the vibrations once more, simply to admire how easily the toy slides out of your cunt only to be pushed back again, completely drenched and sticky. 

Without a doubt, watching you fall apart while you fuck yourself like that is sending Hongjoong into a fucking spiral. The one time where he almost walked into you fucking yourself with your dildo triggered something so perverted in him. And before he realised it, his pants pooled a dark patch watching you slap the toy right at your clit, before you would slowly drag it down to your soaked cunt, then pushing it in slowly before you stuffed your poor cunt full. The icing on top? When you were moaning his name sounding so fucking needy,  and before he knew it, cum had soaked his pants. Since then, he’d stay by the doorway of his bedroom, often never telling you when he would be back, just to catch you fucking yourself with your toys just so he could indulge in his fantasies. 

Just when you’re getting used to the low vibrations again, Hongjoong amps it up once more, watching your eyes roll back when he ups it at the moment you had the vibrator stuffed into your pussy. Before you could even register, you feel a tug from behind, and your concentration is at Hongjoong—who has his hands in your hair, pulling it away from your face while he kneels so his cock is right at your face. 

You look up at him, your free hand immediately going up to fuck his cock while you continue to fuck yourself with the vibrator. Somehow, it only makes you feel so fucking good. 

“Open wide, doll”, Hongjoong gestures, giving you a tug from the back so your mouth is at the tip of his cock, not missing the way you moan slightly at his roughness. You stick your tongue out, lapping the thick cream around his cock before he pushes the back of your head, your mouth covering the entirety of his cock. 

“That’s it, baby. Fuck. So fucking amazing”, Hongjoong bites the inner of his cheek, completely dropping the remote onto the bed as his other hand joins to the back of your head. 

Your mind is completely mushed—mouth being stuff full of cock while the vibrator is pushing right your g-spot, at such a mind breaking intensity. You try your best to bob your head, at one point letting Hongjoong fuck your face while groaning at the way he’s tugging your hair, adding on to the rapidly building orgasm that was about to burst, even though drool and precum were trickling down the corners of your lips from how much he’s creaming down your throat. 

His cock twitches and he pulls out slightly before he pushes in again once more, barely giving you the time of the day. “Cumming. I’m cumming, doll”, he grunts, his hips pressing against you. “Fuck. You’re such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, your legs twitch at that moment—your orgasm spraying out of you while it floods your entire system at the same time, your mind completely going blank while Hongjoong has cum down your throat, the tangy salty fluids following down your throat while your tears leak past your eyes from the sheer fucking pleasure. Your fingers have left pretty scratches down his thighs, and you’re sure he’s gonna love it later. You never thought it would have come down to this.

Hongjoong pulls out slowly, his hands letting go of your hair, stroking your jaw instead before he kneels before you, and engulfs your lips, tasting himself in your tongue. 

There he goes again—his eyes completely glazed out when his lips are on yours, like he can’t get enough of it. And he doesn’t—because he doesn’t soften. 

“So good. Need more, doll. You can take it right? Take whatever I give you”, Hongjoong whispers, the tint flushing his cheeks once more. He makes you face away from him this time—back against his chest, and his wet cock is right at your pussy. 

You swear he’s gonna be the death of you. 

Hongjoong rubs his cockhead against your hole, before he pushes himself in, groaning as you take him inch by inch, stretching your pussy out so well. You’re beginning to drool again—almost shutting off the moment he has you filled up to the brim. 

“Warm and tight. Fucking perfect, doll”, he sighs. You feel yourself drip with more cream. 

Then he starts to fuck you from below, and you’re immediately grasping for any ounce of sanity left in you. But it’s obvious Hongjoong is only gonna fuck it all out of you by the time this over. You lift your leg up by instinct, letting him hit deeper into you, and he groans at how tightly you’re squeezing him. 

His arms are wrapped around you, more tighter and more intimate than usual. And all the thoughts and theories are completely muffled when you feel his cockhead pressing against your g-spot once again. 

“You’re so pretty when you look like that, baby. So fucked out and used by me”, he laughs right in your ears. 

“Yeah. So perfectly used by you”, you agree, your hips bouncing off his cock as well. 

“Of course. My girl is perfect”, his reply sending butterflies flooding your stomach, though you were certain it was mostly because of his cock. 

The thrusting becomes more desperate—the sound of wet skin slapping only growing louder by the second, it makes your toes curl and your head spin. Hongjoong feels so fucking good in you and you swear you could get completely drunk off his cock. It’s also the fact that he’s jackhammering his cock right into you right after he made you swallow his fucking cum moments before that’s making you so disgustingly hooked onto him. And sometimes, it scares you how much you just want him all for yourself. Little did you realise you’ve flooded every crevice of Hongjoong’s mind when the intimacy begins to intensify. Every time he tells himself that he shouldn’t let his feelings mix with the pleasure, you unintentionally pull him back in again, and now he’s completely hooked. 

“Mine, mine, mine”, Hongjoong whispers, biting down onto your neck as a soft moan passes through your ears, and you feel warm, thick cum flood your walls. Stars flood your eyelids as your second orgasm crashes into you, your fingernails leaving light trails of red on his thigh while your pussy milks Hongjoong dry, more cum seeping out 

In between pants and catching breaths as both your highs gradually die down, you turn around to face Hongjoong, your lips ready to part to say something, but Hongjoong beats you to it. 

“Now you can let your little friend know that you have a partner. A partner who’s fucking head over heels for you.”

[togament]

Hello ✨

How are you doing? It has been a while, since I've been so obsessed with an anime and an anime boy at that 😩 Could I ask for general romantic to naughty Headcanons for Hayato Suo with a female reader?

It would be absolutely lovely 💕 Thank you

hullo, anon! welcome welcome to the winbre fandom ✨ pull up a chair, relax and brainrot with us why wontcha?

suo is such an enigma — he’s so hard to read but he’s so… open at the same time? love him to bits tho. ok onto the romantic, sappy, filthy and sexy headcanons for our eye-patch having pretty boy.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : fem!reader, suo eaaaaats, suo's mean :c, READER BEGS, heavy on the teasing

NSFW under the cut later. so pls, MDNI ok? besitos mua.

S F W .

absolute gentleman. this man will open doors for you, hold your purse without any embarrassment, bring you 'just because' bouquets and celebratory bouquets, wine and dine you. you are absolutely a spoiled son of a gun with suo everybody around you is kinda jealous of it.

loves it when you smell him. LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HE SMELLS GREAT. I DARE YOU. DOUBLE DARE YOU. he rarely ever breaks a sweat in fights and on hot summer days it's weird. he finds it endearing when you lean close to him to smell his shirt or coat. (he sneaks in forehead kisses that way :)))))) ) ((he smells lightly of soap, heavy on the sandalwood incense, clove and patchouli and you can't tell me otherwise.))

has to have your hand in his at all times. no matter what. he likes teasing sakura and nirei whenever he catches them eyeing you both subtly (little shit). if you're averse to physical touch, don't fret. just having you close to him is enough.

is great at giving massages. LISTEN. have you seen his hands? HI??? your man gives you the best back rubs, can wring out the worst knots on your body like no big deal. it's almost like it comes naturally for him. soft pressure? he's got you. medium? sure. hard pressure? "are you certain, dove?" well... okay.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE. he is at your beck and call 24/7. a lover, personal chef, masseuse, help and a bodyguard rolled into one. he does anything and everything for you without questioning it. he's just happy you're happy.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

N S F W .

absolute gentleman has a mean streak. "you're gushing all over me, dove." he coos against your skin, a nasty smirk painted across his beautiful features. his fingers expertly prodding you. fuck. he knows your body better than you do. "give me another." he adds harshly, his tone a dark contrast from his previous softness. he's pulling another orgasm from your cunt. the naughty, wet squelching reverberating through your bedroom. he loves fucking you slow but god he loves it even more when you're a quivering, fucked out mess on his fingers. his little doll.

loves it when you smell him loves smelling you. ever notice your favorite panties disappearing from your laundry hamper only to have it materialize in your closet, neatly folded? you could have sworn you didn't wash and fold it-- blame your lover. he likes stealing your used panties, holding it to his nose as he takes a deep inhale. his other hand is on his pretty cock, pumping desperately, animalistic. it doesn't even seem like it's him at that moment. when he eats you out, first thing you feel touch your cunt isn't his tongue. it's always, always his nose.

has to have his hand in his at all times has to have his fingers stuffed inside you at all times. as soon as you both are alone, he's all over you. panties slid to the side, alternating between rubbing your clit and fucking you on his slender fingers. he needs you to get a quick nut out for him before the others return -- can you manage?

is great at giving massages--and loves teasing you while doing it. "s-suo.. please..." you whimper below him while he's massaging your thighs, brushing his fingers against your cunt but just missing it by a little bit. he chuckles, his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "relax, dove. you're tensing up again." he says as he does it again, now fully rubbing your clit for a moment before pulling away abruptly. you curse under your breath. "don't tell me you want me to stop." he teases, an annoying lilt to his voice. he knows what he's doing to you.

HEAVY ON THE ACTS OF SERVICE loves giving and giving and giving. this man. THIS MAN. he loves eating pussy. and I mean LOVES eating pussy. he could bust from eating you out alone -- he's not even jacking himself off. he's soiled a couple of his pants before. you wouldn't know. he loves listening to your breathing go from soft heaves to staggered. if you wanted to ask him to eat you out, he's already on his knees before you finish your sentence. make sure you're ready to cum more than 3 times.

a/n: ehe this was fun. suo's so fun to write. he's so filthyyyyyy UGHHHHHHHHH. i hope you liked it, bbs.

[peachysunrize]

[ TANGERINE DREAMS ]

Summary: being stood up on his wedding day, Aemond’s life takes a turn for the worse. Heartbroken and humiliated, he finds unexpected help in Helaena’s childhood friend, who helps him move back into his family mansion. Summer cocktail parties and a long stay at the Targaryen residency, Aemond might let the girl who’s always been in his life make a home in his heart.

Tangerines, in general, symbolize prosperity, good luck and happiness. So if these delicious fruits appear in your dreams - whole or in the form of juice - it is usually very positive. A dream with tangerines expresses the desire and the possibility of progress and prosperity

Warnings: none! A bit of angst, mentions of Aemond’s eye pain, flufffff✨

Word count: 5.6k+

A/n: soooooooo what do we think??👀 shit’s bout to hit the faaaan🙂‍↕️🤭 reblogs and comments are so appreciated!💕🥹 also a special thank you to @namelesslosers & @catinapottedplant for beta-ing this for me<3333

Taglist: it’s closed<3

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Chapter 7: country club

“It feels like we’re on a secret mission,” you say as you walk hand in hand upstairs towards Alicent’s study with Helaena.

“You know she only allowed me once in this room? The boys aren’t allowed even near the stairs,” she scoffs and you nod at her, knowing how Aegon would probably turn into a kid all over when he steps into a new area. “But to let you inside this room… she either wants to fuck you over for shagging her son or something serious is happening.”

“Alicent fucking me over isn’t serious in your humble opinion?” you ask her, shaking your head when she grins at you. “You’re exactly like Aegon, carbon copy.”

“How dare you?” she gasps, leading you to the end of the hallway. “Aegon is a whore, a lovely one, but still a whore.”

“I didn’t mean that you are one too, what do you take me for?” You nudge her with your elbows, giggling as you walk closer to the door at the end of the path. “I mean you guys are just chaotic! Both of you think your Mum is too dangerous and at the same time she’s a saint.”

“Don’t worry, gorgeous. I’ll back you up in there if she brings up Grandpa and how he says a new relationship is bad for Aemond.” She pats your head and you gawk at her.

“Bitch, you better,” you slap her hand away playfully. “You set us up, I’m gonna snitch on you if your Mum says anything about this. Also… why is it a bad thing for Aemond to move on?”

“That’s… we’ll talk about it later, yeah?” she says awkwardly, knocking on her mother’s study door before she pushes it open, “Oh! Well… morning, Mum.”

“Hi, hey!” Alicent clears her throat as she tries to appear busy with a line on her wooden desk while Criston turns his back to her and looks out of the window, both of them flushed and blushing. “Morning, girls!”

“Hi, Ali,” you look between the couple, watching with amusement as Helaena tries to stifle her giggles and Alicent is nearly fainting with how red and ashamed she looks. “How are you doing on this fine morning?”

“Amazing!” She claps her hands, and sits down on the chair and points at the loveseats in front of her desk. “As you know Aemond’s birthday is in a few days, three to be exact, and I thought we should do something special for him. I mean, as special as he lets us…”

“I don’t remember if I’ve ever been to one of his birthdays,” you shrug. “So, what is the plan?”

“You know we already have our wine selection, we even told him that it will be for his birthday. But… I was thinking about hosting this party in the Targaryen country club.”

“Wow—“

“Are you serious, Mum? Like actually fucking serious?” Helaena cuts you off, her blonde brows twisting in a deep frown. “You’re joking.”

“Hel—“

“No, you know how he feels about them! You know this and you wanna torture him!”

“What? What’s going on?” you ask, trying to intervene in the situation before Helaena says something she might regret later. “Is there going to be someone other than us?”

“Listen to me, my loves,” she sighs and looks at Criston pleadingly before she averts her Bambi eyes to you, “my family is rich enough to buy thousands of these clubs, but during my divorce with Viserys… his one and only condition was that we couldn’t have access to the club without telling him or Rhaenyra first.”

“Basically, she has to invite them all because of a stupid fucking belief when she knows how much pain they have caused Aemond!”

“Helaena.” Alicent’s voice echoes in the room, and for the first time you see how your best friend shrinks from her mother’s gaze. “Darling girl, I will only tell them about a gathering, nothing more or less.”

“Why do you wish to throw this party there?” You reach to hold Helaena’s hand and she squeezes yours in gratitude, helping her calm down a little bit. “I mean we can do this somewhere else! Maybe a party on your family yacht!”

“Because Aemond is a man of history, and that club has been passed on from generation to generation. It holds kind of a legacy for Targaryens. And knowing Aemond and where he decided to get married, I think he will love it.”

“Yeah, he will if the person who cut his eye out doesn’t show up,” Helaena sighs, rubbing her forehead, “Listen, Mum, I love you and I really respect you but… come on, Aemond will not like it if Rhaenyra shows up, nor will any of us! I don’t think he wants to see eye to eye with Viserys after how his wedding turned into shambles.”

“I’m not inviting them, I’ll just text your father’s assistant to tell him we’ll be there. I doubt he wants to join us anyway…” Alicent rests her forehead on her hands, and in an instant, Criston stands next to her, rubbing her shoulders soothingly. “Thank you.”

“Does this party have a theme or a dress code?” you ask, leaning back on the seat, trying your best not to show your excitement for your boyfriend’s birthday party.

“It will be a formal gathering, a cocktail party of sorts. Luxurious, comfortable, and a bit of a show-off because my father will join us and he is all about image and reputation, so there will definitely be a few photographers. Oh, and my brother will join us as well!”

“Finally meeting this ultra-rich Uncle Gwayne,” you chuckle, nodding at Alicent. “I hope gifts are allowed.”

“Aemond hates gifts—“

“Let her buy something for him, maybe someone out of the family will change his mind, yeah?” Helaena comes to your rescue, winking at you and squeezing your hand, “Besides, Uncle is going to give him something mind-blowing anyway.”

“Alright, but you will handle his attitude yourself,” she points at you, glancing at Criston, who is silently listening to the conversation. “So, the country club, Rose wine, formal clothes, one single gift from you, and a good few days spent together.”

“I’ve never been to a country club!” you acknowledge, already excited for the next few days you will be spending with the Targaryens. “What should I even pack?”

“Can I pack your clothes? Please? Pretty please?” Helaena begs you, pulling you up on your feet quickly before you both wave goodbye and leave Alicent’s study. “You're gonna be so surprised to see what I have bought you now!”

“You’re so fucking crazy.” You both laugh quietly as you walk past Daeron’s room. “Alright, you can pack my bags. But I’m just gonna—“

“Go, go! Go check up on your man, babe.” She kisses your cheek before she departs from you, skipping toward her room to grab a few things to bring for you.

With a soft sigh, you walk downstairs, moving through the endless hallways of the mansion, and finally reaching Aemond’s room. Knocking on his door gently, you wait for a response, but then you only hear a groan in what you can only assume is pain.

“Little Nerd?” You slowly push the door open, finding Aemond curled up on his side, clutching his duvet hard in his fists. “Baby, are you alright?”

You approach him, padding towards his bed as he trembles slightly, his breaths coming out quickly and unevenly, and with worry, you crawl on his bed behind him, gently brushing his long hair off the spare pillow to rest your elbow on it.

“Hey…” you lean over his face; he is flushed, his good eye is closed and the other is an empty socket. You brush his hair out of his face, caressing his head as gently as you can.

“Darling?” he calls for you, his voice fragile and quivering. You press a kiss on his clammy forehead, rubbing his arm to soothe him a little, finally understanding what he must be dealing with.

“How bad is the pain?” You scoot closer, resting your head on his shoulder while you rub his arm, reaching to caress his fist gently, trying to open his fingers without bothering him. “What can I do for you?”

“Just… just leave,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’ll be fine.”

“I know you will, but let me help you, yeah?” you try to convince him, snaking your arm behind his neck, gently rolling him over so there is no weight on his damaged eye. “Come on.”

“I always do it alone, I think I can cope—“

“I know you do, and I’m proud of you for that,” you cut him off before his pain turns into anger, “but you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”

“I-I forgot to put my eyepatch on—“ He tries to sit up and move away from you but you wrap your other arm around his middle and keep him on the bed. He can easily push you away, but when he doesn’t, you sigh in relief and pull him down so his back rests on your chest, his head tucked in your shoulder.

“Alys… she used to give me head massages,” he whispers, closing his good eye as he slowly lets his body relax in your arms, the pain of his eye still lingering in the empty socket. “Probably the only thing she did without demanding anything in return.”

“Would you like me to do the same?” you ask, pulling the duvet on top of you, cradling his head in your arms. “Or, I can apply some of the creams you have put there.”

“My head is killing me,” he groans again, turning in your arms to lay his head on your chest, and you tuck him under your chin, holding him close as he grabs your waist. “I forgot to take my meds last night…”

“Oh no.” You squeeze him in your embrace, pouting a little as he battles with the agony. “Tell me how I can help you, maybe I can do something to ease your pain.”

“You can’t do anything,” he sighs and looks up at you, reaching to cup your cheek. “Just stay here, the pills will kick in in a few minutes.”

“Okay,” you rest your hand on top of his, bringing his palm to your lips to press a gentle kiss on it, smiling down at him softly, “Do you wanna talk about something?”

“Yeah, what should we talk about?” He rests his head back on your chest, closing his eye as he listens to your breathing.

“Hmm, maybe your birthday?”

“Not a fucking chance—“

“Oh, come on, don’t be a bummer! You're gonna be twenty-six in a few days! That’s exciting,” you chuckle as he groans and hides his face in your dress, smothering himself between your boobs, “and get your face off of my chest. I know your game, Targaryen.”

“Stop calling me by my last name,” he groans, wrapping his arm around you to hold on to you tightly as a new wave of pain rushes through his nerves. “Fuck—I wish I could die.”

“Hey, look at me,” you look at him seriously, craning his neck to force him to look at you, “I know the pain is bad, my darling, I know… but you will get through it, you have done it before, you will do it again. Don’t you dare say you wish to— fuck I will never forgive you if you say that again.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says quietly, his grip tightening on you as you lean down to kiss the bridge of his nose. “I shouldn’t have said that…”

“Don’t be.” You prep his cheek with kitten kisses. “As long as you have me, I won’t let anything happen to you. Also!”

“No, please—“

“We should pack your clothes! Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun giving you all of my attention on your birthday!” You squeal when he flips you both over, covering the empty socket of his eye before he leans down to kiss you.

Your lips move in sync, slowly and passionately, yearning for more, but you know Aemond is not in the right place to give in to your urges. Instead, you reach to remove his hand from his face after breaking the kiss. 

“Don’t hide yourself from me, baby.” You kiss him this time, letting him slowly relax and get comfortable. He kisses you back, and finally, his pain subsides.

“This is— wow!”

You look around as Aemond drives through the gates of the country club, his free hand mindlessly caressing your thigh. It is a shock that he decided to drive at nighttime, as he mostly lets someone else do the driving at such an hour, but you can sense his nervousness grow with each passing second.

“I know, it’s fucking huge,” he mumbles, rounding the steering wheel as he drives to the parking, stopping the car in front of the doorman. “Good evening, sir.”

“Good evening, Mr. Targaryen.” The man nods at Aemond and you, opening the door for him before he is handed the keys to the car.

You watch Aemond walk towards you, opening the door for you before he realizes his mother is right behind his car, stepping out of the SUV with Cole’s help. You pat his shoulder, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before putting some distance between the two of you, waiting for others to join you and him.

“It’s gorgeous,” you exclaim, looking at the entrance of the building; just as Aemond said, the building itself is huge, but the area leading to it is just as beautiful and wide. You loop hands with Helaena as the group walks upstairs towards the door. “How come we have never come here?”

“Well… Viserys comes here nearly every week. I think Mum didn’t wanna see him at all,” she shrugs. “Anyway, his first wife was obsessed with this place. Not gonna lie, there is a huge portrait of her somewhere in the dining hall… used to make Mum so sad when she caught him staring at her more than glancing at her.”

“Wow, what a piece of shit.” You grimace, giving her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, babe, he’s just… an ass.”

“Don’t worry, no one hates him more than your boyfriend,” she whispers, and you let out a sad chuckle, knowing how much damage he has done to Aemond.

“I might though,” you squeeze her arms, watching as some people open the door for you. “I wanna curse him for hurting my best friend and my man.”

“Oooh, since when?”

“Since the day we fucked—“

“Forget I fucking asked.” She slaps your shoulder playfully, dragging you inside the building. “Welcome to the Targaryen country club!”

“It’s a shame how I’ve never been here,” Helaena rolls her eyes, “but thank you. This is more than I can ever dream of.”

“Alright, we’ve got two days before Aemond’s birthday! Sleep well tonight, and tomorrow, I’m sure you’ll enjoy your stay here,” Alicent says and kisses all of you goodnight, and Criston follows her towards the room.

“So, lovers,” Aegon starts, wrapping an arm around Aemond’s shoulders even though he has a hard time reaching his height, “you gonna share a room orrrr—“

“I’m gonna show her around,” Aemond extends his hand for you to take, and you let go of Helaena to reach for him, letting him pull you in his arms as he shrugs Aegon off of him, “and you better shut your mouth about this.”

“I saw nothing,” Aegon throws his hands up, looking at Daeron and Hel, who just nod and shoo you away. “Have fun!”

“They are annoying,” he sighs as he pulls you away from them, walking through the large room with portraits hanging off the wall, leading you to the door which opens to the paths ending with tennis courts, a large swimming pool and a lake nearby.

“How are you feeling?” you ask him, wrapping your arms around his torso, resting your head on his chest. “Are you excited for your chic birthday?”

“Hmmm.” He rests his chin on top of your head as you both walk between the tennis courts. “Not really, at least I have you here. That’s something I look forward to.”

“I’m glad I’m here too.” You reach a path that’s decorated with willow and other trees, leading to a large golf area. “I like it when I’m with you, I feel… I feel like I can breathe.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” Aemond chuckles, kissing the crown of your head, “but I feel the same. There are moments I think I am a better person when I’m around you; less stoic, less uptight.”

“Nope nope, it’s my turn to tell you about how I feel.” You pull away from his embrace, grabbing his hand to step off of the path and walk between the trees. “I’ve never been in a relationship that allows me to be free this much. There’s always been a leash on me and my interests, and to be fair, I’ve never dated someone younger than me.”

“Why the sudden doubt in our age gap?” Aemond asks, a shuddering smile on his face. “Does it bother you?”

“What?” You turn around immediately to look at him, sighing before reaching to cup his face. “No, no, of course not! It’s actually something that crossed my mind a second ago. Two years is nothing, especially when I feel so safe and appreciated when I’m by your side.”

“I just— it’s difficult,” he sighs and rests his hands on your hips. “For me, not-not you. I… I think about how things would have turned out if I was never dumped. I’d never find something more than a friend in you.”

“It’s difficult for me, too.” You caress his cheeks. “This feeling… isn’t meant to be easy. It feels right, I mean what we have is right, despite the odds. You’re fresh out of a relationship that lasted so long, and I’ve been your sister’s friend for so long. It’s kind of sad that if your ex didn’t run away, I wouldn’t be able to even kiss you. That makes me so fucking emotional.”

“Yeah, the heartbreak is still there inside me, somewhere I can’t really reach but I feel it somewhere, more than I’d like to admit. Not because I think about Alys, no, but… did I really deserve that? I absolutely adore you, I can’t put it into words, but I’m lucky to find something—someone worth risking my life for.”

“You don’t know it yet, but you have a tendency to make me melt with your words. It’s annoying, really, how impactful you are.” You make him chuckle, and he dips his head down to kiss you quickly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why are your Mum and Grandpa against our relationship?”

“Well,” he clears his throat, his grip tightening on your hips, “I know Mum loves you, and she’ll approve. No doubt about her, but Otto… well… he cares about our reputation so much. After the wedding, he’s been reaching out to us nonstop. He wants to make sure the world, or specifically, Rhaenyra and Viserys, know that we are in good shape. Me getting into a public relationship is just… so soon.”

“I understand… okay, so you don’t wanna tell others just yet, right?” You lean back on one of the trees, wrapping your arms around Aemond’s neck. “I was curious, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable—“

“Hey, no, absolutely not.” He steals a quick kiss from you, caging you with one hand on the tree and the other on your waist. “I’m glad you asked me. I don’t want you to think I’m keeping you hidden from everyone. I’m proud to be with you, and I would show you off to the world the moment I could.”

“Alright, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” You giggle when he nudges his nose against yours. “I wanted to also let you know that your father and sister might join us here.”

You see how he visibly tenses, jaw clenching as he thinks about the last time he saw them — the failed wedding. 

“Whatever,” he says through gritted teeth, pulling away from you to take a deep breath, his hands on his hips as he looks up at the sky.

“Aemond, I tried to say something so your Mum would kind of ditch them, but—“

“I know, I know, don’t worry.” He is quick in reassuring you that he knows why they might show up. “Nothing we can do about it now.”

“Come, I wanna spend one night without anyone bothering us,” you say and he agrees, intertwining your fingers as you both walk inside the building, enjoying a quiet night together.

“All I’m saying is that tea is the solution to all of your problems!” Helaena says, crossing her legs as she sips on her morning tea. The sun shines at the grounds of the country club, and Hel’s suggestion to have breakfast in one of the many balconies is extraordinary.

“Bold of you to say that in front of a coffee person,” you reply and reach for your cup. “Also, thank you so much for packing these clothes! I had no idea I owned them.”

“Well, I can't let my bestie stay in our cultural country club without aesthetic clothes—oh, good morning birthday boy!”

“It’s not my birthday yet.” Aemond appears behind you, kissing the top of your head. “Morning, darling.”

“Hi, handsome.” He bends down to kiss you slowly, making Helaena gag once more. “Why do you look so disgusted? You’re not a virgin, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, well, maybe because I grew up with her and you at the same time. And I’m older than both of you and single. Do you see how horrible I must be feeling?” 

“Cut the crap, Hel, I know you’ve been in a very, very steamy friendship with the Stark boy. You ain’t fooling no one.” She turns to you, gawking at you while her cheeks get covered in crimson red, blushing as she looks down at her tea. “Besides, he is hot—“

“I beg your pardon?” Aemond says, frowning at you and you are quick to chuckle and pull him down again, kissing him languidly. “I’m just trying to make her feel better. No one is near as hot as you are, Little Nerd. You are my one and only.”

“Alright, alright, we get it, now sit and eat something. Mum said something about guests coming over today,” Helaena says, and you watch how Aemond’s smile fades slowly. He nods silently and sits down in front of you, taking a sip from the coffee he is sure you made for him as he grows quiet.

“Aemond…” Helaena reaches and squeezes his shoulder. “I know how you feel about them, fucking hell, even I don’t want them around, but it is what it is. Just—I’m begging you, don’t make a scene.”

“As if the last time they didn’t provoke me.” He taps his foot on the ground, sipping on his drink before he sighs and pats his sister’s hand. “I won’t talk to them, don’t worry.”

“I’m worried about you, not them, sweet brother.” She smiles at him sympathetically. “They have the tendency to get under everyone’s skin.”

“Not yours though.” Aemond grabs your hand and caresses your knuckles while he talks to Helaena. “You seem to like them anyway.”

“Right, because I danced one time with Jace shows how much I adore them—“

“You had Aegon vibrating in his seat from anger.”

“Protective much?” you comment, and Aemond shrugs but matches your teasing smirk. “Is it a quality in Targaryen men? Should I be worried?”

“Yeah, if you’d like me to not go to jail.” Helaena scoffs at him, and he continues, “I’d probably kill the man if they lay a hand on you.”

“That’s so fucking hot, but please don’t kill anyone, I need you around.” You lean forward to capture his lips in a kiss like you always do, but pull away quickly so Helaena can have a peaceful moment. “Who are your guests anyway? Besides your father and sister.”

“Grandpa will be here too. Daemon, I think? Oh, and there is a good chance Uncle Gwayne will join us tomorrow!” Helaena explains.

“It doesn’t matter, because I’m gonna take you away from these people the moment we are done saying hi.”

“How charming, Aemond.” You grin at him, hearing the sounds of Aegon’s quick steps reaching the balcony.

“Morning, morning.” Aegon bows dramatically. “Anyway, our precious, most gracious guests have arrived. You won’t believe how horrendous Viserys looks. It’s like a snake has been eating him inside out, it’s fucking creepy.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t say that about our father, Egg.” Helaena stands up and helps you up too, looking between you and Aemond. “Don’t give them a reason to make our lives a living hell. You can disappear when we go outside, yeah? Just not now— and you! Keep your hands to yourself.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Aemond nods and with one last reassuring smile, you all step off the balcony, and you watch how Aemond’s walls are back up as he walks downstairs; his face is stoic, emotionless as if he wasn’t grinning a second ago. He walks with his hands locked behind his back, his shoulders rolled back and chin held high. You can see no trace of emotion in him anymore.

“There they are,” Alicent says, her voice soft and welcoming, but everyone can feel the discomfort under it. “Morning, my loves. Come, let us—“

“Yeah, yeah, thank you.” With a wave of a hand, Viserys dismisses the group entirely, limping towards the dining hall with his cane.

“I apologize, Father is really not doing well,” Rhaenyra tells Alicent, a polite smile on her face. “He is more weary than ever. I hope you understand.”

“He could have said a normal hello, couldn’t he?” Aegon sneers, leaning against the wall as he watches everyone.

“Aegon, please.” Alicent looks at her oldest, and once you look down, you see how her nails are bloody and raw from being picked at. “I hope you enjoy your stay here.”

“We will, thank you.” Rhaenyra glances at Helaena, giving her a small smile, before she looks at Aemond. “It is nice to see you well, brother. The marriage stunt was pretty horrible. I’m glad you are well enough to host a party.”

“Yeah, one would think two months after a horrible breakup, he would be in ruins.” Daemon’s booming voice echoes in the hall, and your arm tightens around Helaena’s as you watch how he smirks, his and Rhaenyra’s kids coming into view shortly. “The bridesmaid is here too, I see. You have got good company, nephew.”

“I do,” Aemond replies with the coldest voice you have ever heard from him. You watch him breathe softly, masking his feelings easily, but he is an open book to you; he is nervous, a bit angry, and the tension in his jaw and shoulders are evident.

“It’s nice seeing you again, Mr. Targaryen,” you say quickly, not really thrilled with how Daemon gives you an overall look, his smirk widening as he chuckles.

“Yes, yes, very nice,” he looks at Rhaenyra and extends his arm to her. “Shall we, niece?”

“Of course,” Rhaenyra answers and looks at Alicent. “We will not be joining you for lunch. I wish to show the kids around.”

“Make yourself at home.” Alicent nods politely, glaring at Argon before she sighs and reaches to grab Aemond’s arm. “Darling, don’t listen to them, alright?”

“Yes, Mum,” he nods, his fingers fidgeting behind his back. “Don’t worry.”

“Wow, Helaena, you are glowing.” Jace, you remember Hel telling you about him, approaches the two of you. “You look resilient—“

“Back off,” Aegon snaps, pushing himself off the wall, but Daeron is quick to wrap his arm around Aegon’s shoulders to keep him away from his nephew.

“Thank you, Jacaerys,” Helaena responds politely, but grins when she sees her cousins. “I’ve missed you two!”

Baela and Rhaena step forward, and your best friend lets go of your arm to hug the twins.

You glance at Aemond, finding him staring at his nephews while they greet him not-so-enthusiastically, and you take the chance to step in and comfort him with just having his back.

“Hi, I’m Helaena’s friend.” You shake Jace’s hand, but when you see his younger nephew smirking a bit too maliciously, you back off and stand next to Aemond.

“Yeah, I think I remember you!” Jace exclaims, smiling politely as he tries to engage in a conversation with Aemond, but he only replies with low hums and nods.

“I remember you too! At my uncle’s wedding, right?” The younger one whose name you do not remember says, reaching to shake your hand. “Lucerys, pleasure to meet you.”

“Nice to see you.” You give him an awkward smile, remembering that he was the one who got into a fight with Aemond when they were kids, sighing when the images of that night play in your mind.

“Babe! Come, come, meet Baela and Rhaena!” You pat Aemond’s arm, lovingly mumbling a quick ‘later’ before you walk towards Hel and hug the twins quickly, enjoying how spiritual they are.

“How about we go and take a quick walk around the building? Maybe we can settle for a game or two!” Daeron says, clapping his hand as he tries to break the tension between his siblings and nephews. 

“I’m gonna go for a ride,” Aemond announces, moving away without waiting for any response, but stops and looks at you. “Have you seen our stables?”

“The stables?” you ask quietly, and when Aegon nudges you from behind, you catch up on Aemond’s thoughts, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning. “No! No, I haven’t! I would love to though!”

“Alright, let’s go.” Aemond walks upstairs, and with an apology you bolt upstairs, following Aemond to his room so he can change, but he stops you and kisses you quickly when you are out of sight. “Wait here, we don’t want anyone to be suspicious, yeah? I’ll be out in a second.”

“Okay.” You peck his lips again before pushing him inside the room gently. “Go, go, can’t wait to see you in your riding clothes!”

He only winks and smiles, shutting the door. He changes into his riding leather pants and black shirt, pulling on his knee high boots before he ties his hair in a ponytail.

“Fuck me.” You eye him when he steps out, biting your lip as you rest your palms on his chest, running them down his body as you ogle at his tight pants, enjoying how delicious he looks in his riding clothes. “Why have you been hiding this from me, handsome?”

“Because I knew how much of a pervert you are, darling.” You notice how less nervous he is now, and you kiss his jaw, pressing yourself against him as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Glad you are aware of how much I like to fuck you, because right now, nothing seems as wonderful as making you hard in these clothes.”

“You’re a fucking tease,” he groans against your lips. “Stop torturing me.”

“Never. Now come on, I believe you owe me a tour of the stables!” you say, letting him pull you downstairs by the hand, looking around to see if someone is around before he leads you to another path. You walk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face as you walk hand in hand.

“This is my other lady,” he tells you as you walk through the stable, stopping in front of a black mare, running his palm over its long neck. “She doesn’t have a name, unfortunately. Nothing fits her.”

“She’s gorgeous.” He reaches for your hand, gently placing it on the mare’s back, rubbing it softly. “Will you bring her out now?”

“Would you like me to?”

“I would love it very much!” You step aside as Aemond pushes the wooden door open, grabbing his horse’s reins to guide her outside the stables, and you follow him, watching as he mounts the black mare, and bolts his horse to the field. Someone opens the fence for him and he rides through it.

You rest your hands on the fence, smiling at the sight of him rounding the field with his horse, sun shining bright on his silver hair, casting an angelic glow on his face. “You’re doing amazing, sweetie!” 

He smiles at you, stopping in front of you before he points for you to hop over the fence and you do hesitantly, stepping next to his horse.

“Come on, ride with me.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you up with ease, making room to help you sit in front of him. “I remember how scared you were the first time you caught me in our old stables.”

“Please, don’t remind me!” you laugh, throwing your head back on his shoulder. “It was horrendous! I nearly let your father’s stallion stomp on me.”

“Yeah, well, I saved you, so you can thank me for that,” he whispers in your ear, kissing the side of your neck. “Do you wanna step down? I feel you shaking.”

“I’m shaking because the amount of affection I have for you is too intense.” You crane your neck to look at him, and he pulls on the reins to stop the horse as he looks down at you.

“How bad is this affection?”

“So bad that I wanna kiss you in front of everyone.” He leans down, resting his forehead on yours. “Maybe later, yeah?”

“Yeah, you handsome idiot, now kiss me when no one is watching.”

He does kiss you, but unbeknownst to you, there is someone watching.

[joostsblog]

I really love all your Joost fics, and thank you so much for the Aggu crumbs 💕

Do you take Aggu requests too? There’s this one Aggu tiktok (the grape video) and I was wondering if you could do an Aggu x Reader where reader is the one feeding the grapes jokingly at first, but then it turns into something intimate

Yes, I saw the grape video and I think I get appeal 😌 This is a shorter one but I hope you enjoy it anyway & I hope it's fine with you that I also snuck a bit of Joost x reader in there 🤭

caught in the middle part one: picnic day ~ a Ski Aggu / Joost Klein x reader series

My masterlist here ✨💌 caught in the middle series masterlist

Pairing: Ski Aggu x reader (also a sneaky Joost Klein x reader, sry i had to)

Description: A cheeky joke between two friends turns into something different.

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: THIS IS A SERIES NOW! Read part two here!

I usually don't write for Aggu but loved this idea so here you go💌 requests still open although I can't promise too many as I'll be on vacation the next two weeks ☀️ if you liked it, you can show your support by leaving a reblog 🫶

Warnings: mention of weed, not proofread

"Aggu!" you said with a big smile as you saw the blonde man walk up to you.

"(Y/N), what's up?" Aggu asked while engulfing you in a hug.

"Nothing much, you're the first person to be here," you shrugged and motioned to the picnic blanket you had already spread out on the grass.

"I expected nothing else," Aggu laughed and sat down on the blanket.

The both of you had a reputation within your friend group for always being punctual while everyone would be late. You were glad that at least you weren't the only person and secretly you liked it because it meant that every time you would hang out in a group you would get Aggu an extra 15 to 30 minutes just to yourself. So you couldn't complain, really. It was a warm late spring day, summer just around the corner. The park was lively but not too packed. Aggu was wearing a tight football jersey which hugged his figure and especially his upper arms very nicely.

It had only been recently when you looked at Aggu with different eyes. It happened when you were out partying a few weeks ago and the music was so loud, the club was so packed that you stood so close to Aggu that he had to lean down to you and closely whisper into your ear to tell you something. When the hairs on your arms shot straight up and suddenly you got all shy around him. Prior to this moment, you didn't know that Aggu could have this effect on you (maybe because before that Joost was all you could think about but right now your mind was preoccupied with the German rapper). Since you caught your little crush on Aggu that only grew by the minute you really appreciated how much of a flirty personality he had. Any joke or touch you shared would never be taken in the wrong way by him, that you were sure of.

"I got us some beer and cookies," Aggu announced as he unpacked the goods from his bag. "Also this," he held up a packet of weed. He laid down on his side only propped up by his elbow.

"Nice," you grinned. "I brought some hummus and veggie sticks and some grapes," you pointed to the food already on the blanket.

"I would love some grapes right now," Aggu pointed to the packet of grapes in front of you.

"Be my guest," you said.

"But I'm so comfortable right now," Aggu pouted. "Will you feed them to me? Please?" he said with a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said and opened the package. You didn't make the effort to actually pluck the grapes from the vine. He'll have to do that himself, you thought. Instead, you just scooted a bit closer to Aggu so you could comfortably reach him. You dangled the vine of grapes above his head so that he could reach the grapes with his mouth.

Aggu shot you a quick shot and a grin before he opened his mouth and took some of the grapes into his mouth. You realised the position you put him in really didn't help you to cure the crush anytime soon. You watched Aggu's face intently. How sharp and godlike his jawline looked from the side. How lush his lips looked as they wrapped around the grapes. How he closed his eyes as if he was leaning into a kiss. How the stubble on his face might feel against your fingers or maybe even between your thighs. You tried to ban those thoughts to the back of your head immediately.

"You also want one?" Aggu asked after he swallowed.

"Sure," you said and before you could pick a grape yourself Aggu went in again and plucked a single grape from the vine using his mouth.

He nodded and angled his head upwards to you, the grape positioned between his front teeth. There really was no way you could misread the invitation Aggu was sending you right now. You bit your lip and put your hand on Aggu's shoulder before you leaned down, your heart almost beating out of your chest. Your lips softly touched Aggu's as you took the grape and sucked it into your mouth. Instead of pulling back you suddenly felt Aggu's hand on your cheek, holding you just in place. Now your lips were properly pressed on Aggu's. The kiss was soft and sweet and yet you could feel arousal building up inside your lower stomach, wishing you could be in private and alone with Aggu right now.

"Are we interrupting something?" you heard your friend Bianca's amused voice behind you.

You let go of Aggu and looked up at her, embarrassment overcoming you. Behind Bianca was Joost who you noticed didn't look so amused like Bianca, his facial expression blank. You let go of Aggu's shoulder as you shifted your position beside him.

"What's up?" you asked the two of them nonchalantly and Bianca started ranting about the Tinder date she had been on just last night.

You could feel Aggu shifting closer to you again as he leaned over to whisper in your ear. Just for a second, your gaze crossed Joost's stare across from you but before you could even react he quickly looked away.

"If you're free tonight we can continue this," Aggu's voice seductively danced over your ear and you smiled.

"I'd like that very much."  

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jeongnadaily OH MY GOSHHHH! THEY ARE OFFICIAL OFFICIAL FR FR 🤭 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HANNIEE 🥹💖

svtjjongjjongie IT IS YOON JEONGHAN’S DAYYY 🎉🎉💕

lalunanova I’m sorry but the pictures, the caption… I might cry.

missbitch “my angel boy” 🥹 MY!!!!!

kpoppieaddict17 ITS BEEN A WEEK! HE HAS SERVED ENOUGH! GIVE HIM BACK 😩😩

napipopeta17_ i am living for this era!

↳ woowonwoooo we are calling it the ✨fiancé era✨

jxjforever SAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY BUT BAE JIYEON’S CAPTION GAME IS UNMATCHED.

user6286271826 I WANT MOM AND DAD TO ADOPT ME PLEASE! I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING 😫🥺

shadowmyshadow oh to be loved past the stars and beyond the galaxies 🥲

ash_17 i am not gonna lie… i might have cried seeing this post. she really dedicated a whole ass Instagram post for Han and the caption and everything… she loves him so much 🥹

jijijiyeonniee i love how she just doesn’t care anymore!! she doesn’t care what the haters say, she is engaged to Yoon Jeonghan whether you like it or not! Yoon Jeonghan asked HER to be HIS wife whether you like it or not!!

moonlightbae i aspire to have someone like this… to love someone like this 🥹💖

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could you pls do a oneshot on how sanji would react to his male!s/o (if you do male) looking at himself in the mirror before asking him if he’d love him more if he were a woman cause he has seen how different he was treated compared to nami and robin:) angst to comfort pls💕

📂 Would you love me more if I was a women?

Male reader X Sanji

Warning: angst to comfort

Note: Hi love! Yes I’m open to write for male reader as stated in my rules !! So all good! I have never tried it before so I hope you still like it 💕✨Its also a concept I honestly have been thinking of somehow?? So let’s dive in 👩🏻‍💻

You were getting dressed as Sanji was still sleeping peacefully. His light snoring mixed with the melody of the early birds in the morning was everything domestic you loved. Sanji didn’t have much sleep last night as he had a lot of cleaning to do late at night after a big feast on the boat. You stared at your lover comfortable in the sheets, his fluffy blonde hair scattered on his face as his lips were slightly parted.

You loved him so much but there was time you doubted his love. You eyes trailed on your figure as your eyes lingered on your reflection. You stared at yourself in the mirror as thoughts flooded your mind. You of course noticed how different his behaviour differs when he’s with a women and that always left you feeling uneasy. When Sanji realized his feelings for you, he never treated you so far different as the two women on the ship, but you could still notice some differences. Somewhere inside you, you wondered if he would’ve loved you more as a women and every time your mind went there, you could feel your heart shatter a little.

Your eyes fixed on your reflection and your nude torso, your eyes slowly started to fill with tears as the feeling was too unbearable anymore. You tried not to wake your boyfriend up, so you tried to be silent, but some sniffs gave it away. Sanji stirred awake from his sleep and in his morning voice he mumbled your name.

You didn’t reply as you know your shaky voice would give it away so you proceed by putting your shirt on and hiding your face away from him.

-Are you crying, baby?

He asked alarmed as he pushed himself sat on the bed. He stared at you through the mirror with his messy hair.

-No…it’s fine..

You say under your breath as you wipe your tears with your hands.

-No, its not. You’re crying my love..

He says softly in an almost broken voice. He hated seeing you like this and not knowing why made him feel upset. He immediately gets up and find his way to you as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, chest pressed against your back. The moment he embraced you, you broke down in tears.

-It’s so stupid Sanji…

You sob even harder feeling your chest suddenly so heavy.

-Nothing is stupid if it makes you cry, what’s wrong? Tell me, sweetheart..

You do your best to calm down with few big breaths, gathering up the courage to ask him this question that have been taunting you since the beginning of your relationship.

-Would …Would you love me more if I was a woman…

Sanji looks at you in disbelief a second. He furrows his eyebrows and doesn’t waste any time showering you with kisses on your back and neck. Letting his fingers trail your back to comfort you.

-Look at me, why would you ever think that?

He asks in a serious tone, concerned shown all over his face. You look down at your nervous fingers and let a deep sigh out.

-You clearly treat Nami and Robin differently than the rest of the crew, because we are males..

-No, I treat you and the girls differently. I don’t care about the rest. You are the one I love and care about more than anything, no matter what’s your gender.

He sits next to you and softly makes you look at him. He takes your hands and soothes them by brushing his thumbs over each.

-I grew up with a man in my life that shaped how I treat women and I can’t do nothing about it even if I want to, because it’s been that way ever since I was a kid…My body naturally act this way.

He takes a big breath as he watches your expression carefully, trying his best not to fumble with his words and hurt you more.

-But my heart beats so fast only when I’m with you, I seek only for your heart and your eyes. I hope I haven’t treated you any different from them, but if you ever feel that way from now on, tell me on the spot and I will fix it, alright? It pains me so much to see you like this, you know I love you?

He explains slowly weighting his words. He couldn’t change his past actions or how they could’ve possibly hurt you, but he wants to be a better man for you now and in the future. He wants to give all he has for you, because you just mean that much to his eyes. You slightly avoid his eyes for a moment, but a small smile creep up on your lips as you stare at his soft warm smile.

-I love you too..I’m sorry I don’t kno-

-You don’t need to be sorry, darling. I’m the one who apologizes.

Sanji quickly cuts you off with a huge grin as he wraps his arms around your body. He closes his eyes as he thinks of the situation and he couldn’t imagine a life without you. He will do anything to change this. He opens his eyes once again and slightly pull away to leave a kiss on your nose and forehead. He smiles.

-Breakfast?

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💗💐✨Pick-A-Card: What Is Next for You in Love?✨💐

💕 Pick an emoji (⚡️, 🌸, or 🌊) for a reading on what is coming next for you in love.

✨ Focus your intention and remain open — if none of the images light up for you, there may not be a message for you in this reading! Alternatively, more than one image might connect with you. As always, trust your intuition and take what resonates, leaving the rest.

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#1 ⚡️ Lightning ⚡️

In French, love at first sight is called ‘coup de foudre’ — a lightning strike. This picture makes my eyes water, and I get a few different impressions off it. First, someone sees you and is completely taken back. This could be someone you have met already and they felt this, but for some it’s happening soon. Someone who literally stops in their tracks and is dazed by you. It’s a frenetic energy, hard to pin down. A bit of the madness that comes with a really intense new crush.

The second option I get is that someone reenters your life very suddenly, a bit of a Tower experience. It feels that things were left unresolved between you, and it’s a situation/feelings that still keeps you up some nights. It’s a feeling like horses straining under a harness and energy built up to the point of explosion. Not a bad feeling per se, but definitely volatile and shocking.

Key words: fire, volcano, out of control, thunder, chewed straws, bitten nails, knock on the door, feet on pavement, midnight, nokia cell phone, unknown caller ID, broken glass, be not afraid, late night gas/petrol station, buzzing silence

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#2 🌸 Pink Flower 🌸

For this group, I get the image of someone picking flowers from the garden for their grandmother. Someone very sweet on the periphery of your life who you know or may get the opportunity to get to know soon. They feel like someone with a lot of responsibility with maybe their family or community, but always find the time for you. Sweet, somewhat shy or quiet energy. Feels like a neighbor, maybe, or a neighbor to someone in your family.

There’s hesitation here, maybe on both ends? I don’t feel major turmoil but just the uncertainty mixed with curiosity that comes with a new person who isn’t obviously mutually interested in you. Friendly without being over flirtatious. The type of person who gives you a bucket of lemons because they’ve had a bunch extra in their backyard.

Keywords: bicycle, farmer’s market, pharmacy, picket fence, down the hall, shy, hedge, grandmother, dahlias, peonies, tuna can, plum

PS If you have any feedback, please let me know! Also if you save this reading and notice it being accurate for you, I’d love to hear about it!

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#3 🌊 Waves 🌊

This connection coming in has a feeling of longing. It feels like a period of missing someone or a time in your life that you know you can’t return to. Grief that feels a little bit difficult to place because it feels like wanting something that even if you got it, things wouldn’t feel the same because you have also changed.

I know that’s not a super happy sounding message, but this is a period where you are asked to deeply reflect on what you loved and feel you’ve lost. Allow yourself to move past the surface of yearning to the deeper questions: why did I have this experience? Where did I learn what I wanted, and what does not truly help me grow and feel safe? It may feel very confusing right now in the face of perceived loss. It’s a murky time you must allow yourself to experience and pass through, but take care not to become trapped by the siren’s song of nostalgia. There is more for you to experience on the other side of this lesson, and a version of yourself waiting to embrace new joy based on a profound understanding of these past disappointing experiences.

Keywords: sighs, mirror, fingers along water, long hair, loneliness, emptiness, nostalgia, despair. Salt, tears, egg yolk, relearning, color, passion, glorious comeback and rebirth

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Hello! I found this IF weeks ago and I've been loving it ever since 💕 I have some questions...

Let's just say that MC & RO are already married in this scenario and both of them decided to have kids... If so, what kind of parents would they be? And how many kids would the RO wants to have?

Also ignore this ask if it's already answered 🫶 Hope you have a great weekend!

For how many kids, I don’t think any of the ROs really have any preference 🤔 But I suppose some would probably have higher tolerance or experience in living in a livelier house 😆

I can see Ash and Rin not really wanting too many kids; Ash because they are not that confident their ability to take care more than two kids and Rin has always wanted two kids at max.

Skylar and Santana are more open to have more than 2 kids. Skylar being an only child all their life would not mind having a livelier home and they like kids. Meanwhile Santana has experience in taking care of their two little siblings and they don’t really mind kids much.

As for what kind of parents the ROs would be…

Ash

They’ll be quite the protective parent in the sense that they’ll always be ready to fight tooth and nail to protect their kids from danger or harm (including bullies, so they and their parents better think twice because Ash would be ready to throw hands with both 😂).

But other than that, they’re actually pretty chill parent. They’re the kind of parent that the kid would go to ask for something because they’ll be more likely to say yes 😆 They’ll also always make effort to be interested in their kids’ hobbies or interests.

Rin

They’ll be the stricter parents compared to the other ROs. They do have certain expectations of their kids like doing well in school and taking their studies seriously (not slacking off or missing too many classes).

But they’re also a really understanding parent, will always encourage their kids to talk to them about anything troubling them or maybe just talk about other things in general. Rin has always been very mature and possessed great insight into people, and they’ll always be ready to give some sage advice to their kids.

Santana

They’re honestly probably the most normal parent in the sense that they’re very balanced and flexible. They will be strict when needed, but chill and understanding otherwise.

One of the most important things to them is to impart a sense of responsibility in their kids, so even if they ended up marrying MC and had much comfier and luxurious lifestyle, they’d still want their kids to be independent and capable of doing basic chores like doing laundry or cooking simple meals.

Skylar

Straight up the fun and outgoing parent. Similar to Ash, they’ll always make an effort to get into their kids hobbies and interests as well. They’ll try to make time to personally drop off and pick up their kids from extracurricular activities and encourage them in pursuing their interests.

They’re really doting and might be the most similar to Viktor out of all the other ROs. I’d say they’re like a mix of Viktor and Takashi 🤣 Gentle and caring like Viktor, but energetic and playful (to the point of childishness at times) like Takashi. Of course, the downside is they have a hard time being strict to their kids.

This is the type of thing that Skylar (and Takashi and to a lesser degree, Viktor) would do:

BONUS

This is the difference between how Ash and Rin would’ve reacted to a bully bullying their kids:

Ash

Throw hands, no questions asked 👊

Rin

Find out everything they can about the bully and their family ✨ Those information will be used as necessary until the bullying stops.

[pokemon1oadvanced]

Thoughts on the live action one piece

Spoilers 😉

Yes, I binged all 8 episodes, and have work today and can’t see out my eyes but worth it.

I’ll try to keep it short.

Luffys character was immaculate. The way Inaki portrayed him and brought this man to life was so amazing to see. Oda really saw Luffy in him and he did not disappoint. The moves looked great, CGI was on point for a live action, and they really did break the curse.

Zoro’s character was beautiful. I love that he was more serious, and him throwing up the finger in his first scene?! I’m star struck. You can say what you want about the live action, but theres no denying this cast was perfect for these characters and the fight scenes were choreographed to the point where it looked so clean.

Nami 🥳 The emotion! The conflict! I absolutely love the way she had more action scenes and was more open with her care for the crew early on. Nami has always been my favourite character, and Emily did her justice.

I will be listening to her song on repeat.

Ussop! Ussop! Are you serious! Why do I love you in every reality! And Ussop and Kaya! The kiss! The scream I let out! I died😵‍💫 I wish he had more shooting scenes, but his true potential wasn’t seen until later in the anime so I can’t complain, cause season two Ussop is gonna pop off.

Sanji😳 First off, live action Sanji has a hold on me😮‍💨 Like what happened to the guy who couldn’t get any girls. Ngl, was keeping an eye out for the blonde at table 8, looking out for my competition👀 His kicks were so smooth and all, and I mean ALL, his fight scenes were perfect. Like how did they do this. You can see the care and effort he put into his character.

Buggy? I love our unhinged clown. His making a circus with trapped towns people. His CGI? Amazing. The little goof we were left with when they trapped his parts in the chest made me cackle!

The pacing of the show was done so well. I was worried that 8 episodes wouldn’t be enough (and I was right where’s season two I want Vivi), but the retelling was more then I hoped for. I will always love the anime more, as most of us know there’s not enough episodes in the series, but the live action did great in that respect. I did miss some of the characters they had to cut to make it flow better though. The ussop pirates live on in our hearts

Don’t get me wrong, there was some scenes I missed from the original show, like Zoro lifting Luffy’s cage, Nami burning her hands on Buggys cannon fuse, Nami stabbing Ussop. BUT, they wouldn’t have fit in this version of the show.

They did give us Zoro lifting the safe like he did Luffys cage which was cool. And Nami holding Ussops hand when Zoro was fighting, Nami showing up for the fight rather then leaving. I love her. Even though Nami didn’t get to show her care through the actions of saving Zoro or stabbing her own hand, she was still able to show those emtions through different actions. The hand holding with Ussop rather then the stabbing of her hand was so good to see. This version of Nami seemed more fragile in a way, so this suited her version well.

It was like watching One Piece for the first time all over again. I didn’t know what would happen. Getting more marines, and Garps relationship to Luffy being revealed so early in the series to cause tension within the crew *chef’s kiss* And Koby? ‘Be a good pirate.’? Like I love you? Not doing what Garp asked? Standing up for his beliefs? You are going to be a good Marine. You’ll be the greatest 💕

The relationships they explored?

First off Ussop and Kaya 😵 I love them so much. Them talking to the straw hats about their relationship was so cute, and Zoro saying it wasn’t his area of expertise 💅🏻✨ Jokes 👀

Nami being besties with Kaya😍 Her telling Kaya not to let someone tell her how to run her life, drawing connections to her own situation, telling Kaya not to be trapped. Her returning the treasure! I loved it so much. Ussop’s and Nami’s friendship has always been the one I cherished in the crew, and for Nami to support Kaya, and Ussop to see how Nami was good to his girl I feel will only strengthen their relationship.

Nami and Zoro besties? Didn’t know I could love them more.

Nami caring so much for Zoro after his fight with Mihawk showed her love for her new friends, and mirrored her care she had in the original series where she saved him from drowning at Arlong park. Even though we didn’t get the original scenes, they were supplemented with new scenes that held the same feelings.

Zosan- I mean Zoro and Sanji. The wings of the pirate king? I love their bickering in any universe it seems. The fish men fight was so good, them being unbothered with the guys trying to kill them as they fought with each other was so them. And Zoro licking his plate clean and saying Sanji’s food was okay? Not bad for a waiter huh?

And the most important pair. Captain and his first mate. I just loved how many times they reiterated that Zoro is Luffys right hand man 🥰 Luffy not stepping in the way of Zoros dream was beautiful, and his care afterwards reminded me of how he cared for Nami when she got sick in the original series. Asking Sanji to cook his favourite? So cute. He couldn’t decide if it was best for Zoro to eat or sleep or drink and him stressing for Zoro. All amazing. I’ve used amazing so many times but its just the word I need to explain it. Zoro waking up, Luffy engulfing him. I could go on and on.

Nami and Luffy? The amount of love I have for them. They were everything I wanted from them. The scene. THE scene. Beautiful.

I could go on and on about this show, but sadly I have work. Please show this version love, and don’t go into expecting the same series. It is different. It’s its own version and deserves its own category.

I love the cast! Thank you for making history with this adaptation! Xx

[silversainz]

if ur if requests are still open could i ask for one with singer!yn and she’s secretly dating lewis but another driver (maybeeeee charles or daniel hehe) names her as his celeb crush and is always liking her pics so when they confirm it everyone’s like someone check on charles/daniel 💀

him – LH 44

warnings: a few things, I was busy all day, so I very much rushed this and just kinda threw this together, so sorry for this being kinda all over the place and I also tried the whole ‘twitter thing’ as well and I’m hoping it doesn’t look to sloppy

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thank you New York for an amazing night, I love you all and will miss you sweet babies 💗😭

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y/nfan155 I have never cried more than when you played the 30th

vettelkimi y/n opinion on Charles Leclerc and Daniel Riccardo 🎤

> Y/n/l/n they’re cute 🤷‍♀️

DanielRiccardo thank you y/n

ricccarddo3 please not Daniel hiding in her comments

ashlelcerc444 Charles and Daniel both liking her pics…god they’re obsessed with her

lewishamtilon enjoyed your show tonight y/n ☺️

> y/n/l/n glad you did Lewis 🥰

Vettelmick47 LEWIS? what are you doing here

Mickshoemacher please this is so odd

roseysainz he popped out of nowhere

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vettelmick47 you’re still in New York?

Hamtilony/n Lewis opinion on y/n 🎤

asleclerc55 you talking about y/n?

Y/n/l/n fun seeing you at the show ☺️❤️

Rayvettel44 I smell something fishy

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viewing y/n/l/n’s story 

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lovely weekend in New York ❤️

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Ashleclerc16 IS THAT Y/N?!

vettelmick47 now hold on…..?

mickshoemacher y/n was wearing that dress a few nights ago at one of her shows-

leclercsainzz44 no because by her insta story and now this, I think they’re dating

sainzznorris455 I mean somebody did see them leaving a coffee shop together and holding hands

Sebastiankimi @.charles_leclerc what do you think of this? 🎤

AstonAlonso HELP?!

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home is with you my dear 💕💗

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ashleclerc16 SO ITS TRUE

Sebastiankimi WHAT HOLD ON?

charlessainz16 somebody check on Charles and Daniel…check on them now

LewisHamilton my dearest love 💗

Itsainzz55 @,charles_leclerc @,DanielRiccardo what do y’all think of this 🎤🎤

onlysainz55 wait the caption is lyrics from her latest album….was the song about him THE WHOLE TIME?!

> y/n/l/n 🫢🤔🤫

> itsonlysainz55 y/n what does this mean WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?

notmickschmacher so @,charles_leclerc and @,DanielRiccardo y’all doing okay?

> mickshoemacher don’t think they’re doing okay

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hey hope your having a good week, I wanted to ask for a scenario✨ where Alcina invites donna to her castle because she is in need of a maid and that where she meets reader, and reader has doll like features (or has a doll like face) so Donna chooses reader and she start slowly falling for Reader

and at the end can it be smut?

G!P Donna

if your not confortable it totally fine and you can ignore this 💕

Yesss!!!! Thanks for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))))

Porcelain

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Maid! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff

Word count: 6,258

Summary: It's a better place for you, a better place for a doll like you...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

Working at the castle seemed like a dream, a fantasy. You were always told it was a great aspiration, that all the young women your age wanted to join Lady Dimitrescu's army of maids. You were determined not to disappoint your family, and you decided to apply to be one of them.

It wasn't difficult, but it was a little more uncomfortable than you thought.

Dealing with a bunch of jealous companions was dangerous. Envy, sure, but nothing you couldn't handle.

You never considered that, what they said was your beauty, could even be something dangerous.

You had only been in the castle for two weeks and you already wanted to get out of there, still being a human being, of course. The tasks were simple, but the sinister environment, the Dimitrescu sisters and even the Lady herself made your job more complicated.

Your birth shyness contradicted your job as a maid. Your face was always adorned with two blushing cheeks that showed your paleness, a sight worthy of admiring for hours, according to your mistress.

“What's going on? I can't find Irina and everything seems to be a bit messy,” you asked curiously, finding a strange loneliness around you.

Normally you were surrounded by girls who looked at you out of the corner of their eyes, who tried with their charms and their impudence to go beyond their tasks, to please your mistress in any way possible. But it was true that, if they weren't with you, if you found yourself terribly alone in the castle, your legs began to tremble.

“Oh, nothing special, we have visitors,” your companion said, with a false smile, taking a tray and from the kitchen counter. “Do you have the cookies?”

“Freshly made,” you said amused, opening the oven and taking out some aromatic vanilla cookies.

“Great, okay, come with me,” the girl said, agitated, nervous, making signs for you to follow her.

“Mm, I can smell the intoxicating aroma of homemade cookies…” the soft, velvety voice of your mistress, Alcina Dimitrescu said. She was waiting patiently in one of the rooms of the castle.

You smiled pleasantly, leaving the tray on a table.

“I hope they are to your liking, my lady,” you whispered, bowing your head in a sign of respect.

The lady laughed mockingly as she nodded.

Around you were the missing maids, lined up as if it were some kind of inspection.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” the tall woman asked, observing how your clumsiness had betrayed your curiosity.

“Nothing, my lady, may I leave, my lady?” you asked overwhelmed by the situation. You knew that when they called your companions something bad happened, or so it used to be.

“You are very elusive, (Y/N),” she commented with a hoarse voice, purring, amused by the involuntary trembling of your body. “I hope that, after this afternoon, you can fill the gap.”

“Gap, my lady?” you asked again, trying not to look at your companions, who were dying of envy at your lady's excessive attention to you.

The vampire opened her mouth to answer your question, but one of your companions interrupted by suddenly entering the room.

“My lady, she has arrived…” she said agitatedly, being pushed by the legs by something small that moved in a cocky way.

“Get out of the way, stupid!” a shrill voice made its way into the room. You didn't have to think to know who it was.

The Angie doll walked with a firm step through the room, a doll that belonged to the most mysterious of the Lords, the doll maker, Donna Beneviento.

The lady in black entered shortly after, making an apologetic gesture to your companion and walking slowly, with a mysterious step.

Certainly that woman was strange, always alone, always hidden, always covered with a black veil. Despite entailing an obvious danger, of being a Lord like your lady, the lady in black was the one who gave you the least nightmares. It was maybe because you didn't know her.

Alcina looked at her and then at you, gesturing for you to leave.

“You may go, (Y/N) but stay close, I may need some more cookies,” she said in a sultry voice, winking at you.

You suppressed a shiver and complied, waiting outside the room.

“Donna, I’m glad you finally came,” your mistress said, politely greeting the lady in black, leading her towards the row of maids. “I always knew you would eventually do so.”

“Maid, a new maid for us!” Angie crooned, making you cringe uncomfortably.

“Oh, Angie, as irritating as ever,” Alcina sighed at the doll’s crazy attitude.

“Forgive her, she's a bit nervous,” a low, hoarse voice said. You were sure it had come out from behind the black veil. Your lady laughed amused, shaking her head and pointing at the maids.

“No wonder, finally you decided to have a maid with you,” the lady commented, lighting a cigarette. “Being alone is not good, my dear.”

“I'm fine being alone,” the woman in black protested, with a brusque gesture. “It's just that... I, I can't handle everything.”

“Of course you can’t...” the lady of the castle murmured, in a mocking tone. “These maids are the best ones, Donna, they will do everything you ask of them, everything. Isn't that right, girls?”

“Yes, my lady,” your companions answered in unison. You shuddered.

“Don't be shy, my dear, take a look around,” Alcina instructed, gently pushing Lady Beneviento towards the maids, pacing back and forth. “Do you see anything you like?”

The lady didn't reply, simply looking erratically at your companions.

“Maids, maids,” Angie crooned, jumping ominously around the girls.

“Can't you decide? Each and every one of them is of my absolute trust, don't worry,” your mistress insisted, seemingly impatient. “Any one of them can satisfy your needs excellently.”

“What do you mean?” the lady in black asked, confused by Alcina's words.

“Oh, please, there's no need to be ashamed,” your mistress said, amused, placing a hand on the shorter woman's shoulder. “It must be very hard to be alone and… Well, not be able to… Please the needs of any human being…”

“You mean fuck?” the doll asked abruptly, mockingly and irritatingly.

“Angie,” the lady in black rebuked, reprimanding the shameless puppet.

“That's a… A bit vulgar way of saying it,” Alcina muttered, with a sinister look.

Lady Beneviento shook her head profusely, looking embarrassed.

“I don't… I don't want a maid for… That, Alcina,” she said nervously.

“No? What a pity. They're all very good at that task, you can be sure.”

Your body trembled again, confirming the rumors about your lady, the empty beds that were in your room some nights.

“Is there one that hasn't been in your bed?” Lady Beneviento asked, with a gesture of disgust.

“Well… Actually…” the tall lady commented, pretending to think about the answer.

“Hey, you! Spy, spy!” the doll shrieked, making you almost trip, scaring you. Well, actually you were spying, but you were following your mistress's orders, right?

“I, I'm not…” you stammered, with a gesture of surrender in your hands, with your face red from embarrassment and a knot in your stomach.

“(Y/N)…”  Alcina purred, approaching slowly, taking your chin as if she was observing you with a studious gesture. “My dear, how timely you are, come here.”

Without giving you time to respond or protest, the tall lady dragged you by the wrist across the room, placing you in front of the lady in black, who seemed startled by something.

There was a moment of silence, one in which you were almost terrified. You felt watched, although you couldn't see it, you knew that the woman in black was watching you, she was too close.

The sound of a heel approaching made you tremble, her presence taking up more and more of your vision. You could only see the black color and a pale hand that approached your face. You, in a reflex action, moved away, squeezing your eyes tightly, waiting for a reprimand for your behavior that never came.

“My dear, don't be rude,” Alcina told you, grabbing you by the shoulders and moving your head so the lady in black could achieve her goal, touching your face. “Let Donna see how beautiful you are…”

“Sei come una bambola…” the lady murmured, lifting your chin, scrutinizing each of your features. You shook your head frowning, confused.

“Wha...? What?” you asked with a broken voice, your body trembling.

Your lady's soft laughter filled your ears. Her hands loosened your shoulders to walk slowly in front of you, observing you closely.

“It's true, Donna, she's like a doll,” Lady Dimitrescu sighed, tilting her head in an amused manner.

You gulped. Yes, it wasn't the first time you'd heard something like that. Your skin had always been soft, white, flawless. Your lips didn't need makeup to always be rosy and your eyes framed your face as if someone had made it. They were compliments that always reached your ears, but that you always ignored.

“Her,” the lady in black said, sighing nervously, pointing at you.

“Her?” Alcina repeated, with her eyebrows raised. “Oh, Donna, I understand she caught your attention, but (Y/N) is my most recent addition and she's still a bit... Clumsy.”

“I don't care, I choose her,” she said, pointing at you again.

That's how your destiny changed again.

In less than a month you left that horrible castle to serve another Lord, an unknown one, a dangerous one, one whose mere fact of not being able to see her face made you tremble and see your old job as something desirable and not a nightmare.

The Beneviento house was as sinister as you had been told. Thick layers of dust covered the furniture, the sound of the waterfall penetrated your ears like a soft melody accompanying that strange place. It was A new beginning, but an uncertain one.

“I hope you have everything you need,” the lady in black commented, showing you what your new room would be.

Yes, it was small, but at least you didn't have to share it with four other companions. You were alone, but you didn't know yet if that was good, or the opposite.

Donna Beneviento was a sick woman, disturbed and reluctant to any kind of human relationship, or so you were told. You only wanted to be able to do your job, and not end up at the bottom of that waterfall.

“Yes, I… Thank you, my lady,” you said with a kind, elegant smile, with the same smile you had learned in your previous servitude.

The lady in mourning nodded slowly with her hands in front of her body, with a firm pose, almost as if she were a statue, a ghost. After a moment of awkward silence, she sighed, walking slowly towards you, looking at your short maid uniform.

“I don't understand why you have to dress like this,” she murmured, playing with the fabric of your clothes, as if she were immersed in her thoughts, as if she had forgotten that you existed, how close she was to you. “It's ridiculous.”

“They are, they are Alcina's orders, my lady,” you said with a fearful whisper, watching out of the corner of your eye the movements of the lady in black, who surrounded you like a carrion bird. You didn't want to think like that.

“What kind of orders did she give to you?” she asked abruptly, with a sudden gesture, moving away from you again, as if you had given her a cramp or something like that.

“Well, well, I… I haven't been in the castle that long,” you whispered with a nervous voice, with the words not wanting to leave your lips.

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable,” she sighed, moving away from your personal space, probably due to your labored breathing. “I just find my sister's attitude curious.”

“Curious, my lady?” you asked, relaxing, feeling that somehow, you weren't in danger, you weren't anymore.

“Sì” she answered with a slightly dark voice. “Can I ask you a question?”

You, unsure, nodded, lowering your gaze so as not to be intimidated by that black veil, by the questions that lurked in your mind, by not knowing what was underneath.

“You don't have to answer,” the doll maker murmured, shaking her head but standing firm.

“Oh, no, I... Ask, ask whatever you want,” you stammered, with that fake smile again.

“Have you had sex with my sister?” the lady in black asked, causing you to cough nervously, looking for a place to hide.

“What? I... I...” you said nervously, shaking your head effusively. “No, I... No.”

The lady nodded again, without moving, without flinching at asking such an out of place question, so inappropriate for her.

“There's no need to lie to me, (Y/N),” she whispered distrustfully.

“I'm not lying, my lady,” you said quickly, looking away, the color of shyness and embarrassment appearing on your cheeks.

“You're uncomfortable,” she stated in a darker voice, as if your nervous attitude somehow bothered her. You hoped it didn’t.

“Maybe I am, my lady,” you admitted, lowering your head again.

“I'm not her, (Y/N),” she said, with that same dark tone.

“Oh, um... Fine, my lady,” you said, still nervous, still wanting to throw yourself out the window.

“I would never hurt you,” she whispered, reaching out to caress your exposed skin, losing herself in its softness. “Your skin is as smooth as porcelain. I would never destroy something so delicate.”

“Um, I...” you said nervously, frowning, feeling chills from her erratic touch, as if she really didn't care about making you feel uncomfortable.

“I'll make you a new dress. To see you in that ridiculous uniform makes me nervous,” Donna said, immediately moving away, as if she had been scared of herself.

“No, it is not necessary, my lady,” you sighed gently, relieved that the lady moved away from you. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” she answered instantly, shaking her head. “You are not a piece of meat, (Y/N). I don’t want a piece of meat. You are mine now and you will do what I tell you.”

“Yes, my lady, I’m sorry, my lady,” you said, trembling, scared by that change, by that threatening tone she seemed to regret immediately, relaxing her posture.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to scare you,” she whispered softly, putting one hand on your shoulder and another one on your chin. “Forgive me, please.”

“I have nothing to forgive you, my lady,” you murmured, shaking your head, clenching your teeth so fear would not give you away.

A small tear decided to run down your cheek, one that Donna gently wiped away, her hand trembling on your face.

“Please don't cry,” she asked you, realizing your condition, the fear she had unintentionally generated in you. “I, I just… Cazzo.”

Shaking her head, she finally moved away from you, leaving the small room with a nervous gasp.

You sat on the bed, looking at the sleeves of your uniform, the shameless neckline it formed. She may have been right, but that wasn't enough of a reason to feel safer in her presence.

You didn't want to be in the castle, you hated being in the castle, you hated Alcina's constant harassment, her insinuations. Unlike your companions, you never gave in, even for a short period of time.

But even if you had gotten away with it, the uncertain future that awaited you seemed even more terrifying.

As the days passed, you discovered that you were wrong.

Despite that awkward conversation, there was no other. Despite that erratic attitude of the lady in black, silence fell over that house, and it would remain unbroken if it weren't for the screams and taunts of the Angie doll.

Tranquility came into your life by chance, because you had the doll face that Lady Beneviento claimed you had. You soon understood why you caught her attention that much. In every corner, on every table, there were dolls, the ones Donna was constantly making, the ones she didn't seem to want to stop working on.

Okay, working for a seductive vampire wasn't the best job in the world but... Being chosen for your features, for resembling one of those sinister dolls, was quite disturbing.

However, Donna was kind to you, grateful for everything you did. There was no trace of the discomfort you felt the first day. Her presence was a shadow, but not a sinister one.

“Turn around,” your lady asked you, putting on that new dress that she had promised and that you were now wearing.

It was definitely much better than that suggestive outfit, much better.

“It's very nice, my lady,” you said smiling, moving the fabric with your hands, enjoying that new comfort.

“Do you like it? I'm glad to know it,” she whispered, with a cheerful tone, an unusual one, running a hand through your hair, moving it away from your shoulders. “Look at me.”

You obeyed blushing, turning slowly. You couldn't see her face, but you had the feeling that somehow the lady was smiling. Over time, you learned to guess what she felt at every moment, in every crisis, in every encounter...

“Thank you, my lady,” you thanked her kindly, forgetting the tension of those first days, discovering that being in that house was much better than living in the castle.

“Donna,” she corrected, adjusting the fabric on your shoulders. You smiled involuntarily, blushing.

“Donna,” you repeated with a broken voice, with that innocent look that seemed to make the lady move nervously.

“I guess that's what you called her,” she whispered, motioning for you to sit down on a chair next to a mirror in that sinister workshop. The smile faded from your face as you remembered your time in the castle.

“We all called her that,” you said, looking at one of the half-made dolls, feeling chills as Donna played with your hair, as if she wanted to comb it.

“Mm,” she murmured, searching for something in the drawers, a comb, of course. “Can I comb your hair, (Y/N)? It’s messed up.”

“Oh, um, sure,” you said, nodding with a soft smile you thought she returned.

“Grazie,” Donna whispered, gently running the comb through your hair, moving your head so you looked at the mirror.

It was a strange moment, but at the same time calm. Her hands worked gently, not hurting you, she was delicate, just like with her dolls. Doll or not, you were beginning to enjoy those little moments, that tenderness that Lady Beneviento's darkness didn’t allow you to see.

“I don’t hate my sister,” the lady murmured, playing with your hair, letting your mane fall over your shoulders before gathering it with her hand, observing the result in the mirror. “Maybe that's what you're thinking.”

She was not wrong at all.

“Can you read minds, my lady?” you asked amused, earning a gentle tug on your hair. “Sorry, Donna.”

The doll maker breathed at your correction and continued working on your hair.

“No, I can't,” she replied, not understanding that it was a joke, a funny phrase. “But I know you think that way. You're wrong.”

You looked at her, shaking your head slightly, something she stopped by turning it again with her hand, forcing you to look at the mirror again.

The lady sighed, letting her shoulders fall, and paused for a moment.

“I just envy her,” she admitted, embarrassed.

“Envy?” you asked again, accidentally turning your head away, causing her to groan and put it back to its right place.

“She’s always had everything she wanted. Money, servants, women…” Donna commented, combing your hair again. “I, on the other hand, have spent my entire life alone.”

“You’re not like her,” you said without thinking, well, that’s what you really thought. The movements in your hair stopped instantly.

“No,” she repeated, continuing her actions, shaping your hair, framing your face almost perfectly. “Would you like it if I were?”

“No,” you sighed, shaking your head, with a melancholic gasp. “I, I like the way you are.”

Donna laughed, a laugh you had never heard before, soft, melodic, almost hypnotic.

“I guess she also taught you how to be accommodating,” she murmured amused, leaning on your shoulder to look at the mirror, to look at your perfectly placed hair. “What do you think?”

“I like it,” you said satisfied with her work. “Thank you.”

She nodded, running her hand over your shoulder and moving away from the image in the mirror.

“I, I was never attracted to her,” you said, again, without thinking, drawing the attention of the lady, who already seemed to want to leave you alone.

“Cosa?” she asked in a calm voice, putting away the sewing gadgets.

“Alcina, she never attracted me,” you repeated, slowly getting up from the chair. “You say, you say she always had what she wanted but… She couldn’t have me.”

“I see…” she sighed, running a hand across the table as she approached again.

You didn't know why you were acting like that, or rather, you didn't want to know. Were you attracted to Lady Beneviento? No, no, sure you weren’t.

You shook your head, playing with your sweaty hands.

“Maybe, maybe you're not like her but, but I'm not like the other maids either,” you said, venting about the life you had in the castle, about their accusatory glances. “My, my companions hated me.”

“And why is that?” Donna asked, curious, leaning on the table, relaxing her body.

“I, I don't know... But they hated me,” you said, playing with a porcelain arm that rested on the wood, ownerless, inert.

“Stupid maids,” the lady whispered, shaking her head. “No one could hate someone like you.”

“You’re flattering me,” you said with a tender smile, moving nervously.

“Am I flattering you? I'm just telling the truth,” she said, again, not catching the irony, the amusement in your words. “I'm glad you got out of that place, you didn't belong to it.”

“So… Where do I belong?” you asked confused, blinking as if you were in a dream. You didn't know exactly what you wanted to hear.

“Just look at you... You're perfect,” Donna sighed, coming closer, placing your hair back, showing you your own hand, which she held tightly in hers. “You're pure, you're brilliant... Not even porcelain is as soft as you. You belong where you can feel comfortable, where envy is only on my dolls. They envy you, (Y/N)…”

After that compliment, that little chat, things got tense again. It could be your imagination, but you knew it wasn't.

Little by little, you started to feel comfortable with Donna, even more so. You had fun, interesting, deep chats. The Angie doll mysteriously stopped messing with you, everything seemed to be going well, but no, nothing was going well.

Your twisted mind saw those sinister compliments as a balm that soothed your soul. Soon you found yourself searching for that melodic voice, those words you didn't understand, those compliments. Soon you began to see those dolls as competitors, unfair winners of her affection, her caresses. If your skin was better than porcelain, why Donna doesn’t caress it?

Maybe you were losing your mind. Anything but recognize you were falling in love with her. But… Did Donna have feelings for you, or was she just fascinated by your porcelain skin? You didn't know if you wanted to clear up your doubts, you didn't want to.

“(Y/N),” the woman in black said, appearing by surprise in the living room, unintentionally catching you on one of your trips through your thoughts (and feelings).

“Donna, you’ve scared me,” you said with a hand on your chest, with a fake smile, so as not to give away your thoughts.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to,” she apologized, she seemed nervous. “I'd like to ask you something.”

“Sure, um… Oh, it's late, I should make dinner, sorry for the delay,” you said looking at the clock, getting up quickly.

“It's not about that,” she said, interrupting your path with a hand that squeezed your wrist tightly, maybe too tightly. “I'd like to ask you to have dinner with me.”

“Um, have dinner with you?” you asked nervously, annoyed by her strong grip, which she noticed, letting you go after a few seconds.

“I'm not going to force you,” she whispered in a sad voice, as if hating herself for her excessive strength. “You can reject it.”

“Oh, I don't, I... I'd like to, I mean, I'll be delighted to have dinner with you,” you stammered, with an indiscreet smile on your face, one that betrayed perhaps too much emotion.

Donna nodded and disappeared from your sight, leaving you a bit confused.

“Donna is going to cook... How lucky are you, doll,” Angie mocked, to which you laughed, looking with intrigue at the hallway where the lady disappeared.

“Yes, how lucky...”

Neither romantic, nor fun, none of those adjectives could be applied to that dinner, to that exchange of hidden and silent glances. The candlelight illuminated your face, the wine colored your cheeks, evidencing that resemblance she believed you had with her dolls.

“Do you... Do you like it?” Donna asked, surprisingly breaking the silence. You nodded, wiping yourself with a napkin, enjoying that perfect plate of steaming pasta.

“Yes, it’s, it’s delicious, Donna,” you said pleasantly. She laughed shyly, pulling the veil away from her face so she could eat.

You didn’t want to look even though you were eager to. Your polite eyes moved away from the pale skin you could see behind the black cloth.

“I’ve never cooked for anyone,” she murmured, ignoring your respectful movement, pouring you another glass of wine. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I, I didn’t know you cooked that well,” you commented, drinking some of that sweet liquid, one that you knew where it came from and that you left on the table when you realized.

No, the castle was over.

“There are many things you don’t know about me,” Donna said, with a dark voice, squeezing the fork tightly in her hand. You shook your head, regretful for having made her nervous.

“I, I guess you're right, I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you,” you apologized, hiding your embarrassment in your plate of food.

“You haven't offended me,” she said, drawing your attention again. “I like when you speak that naturally.”

“Yes, I...” you said amused, shaking your head, finishing your plate and licking your lips. “It's been a long time since I could… Well, say everything I thought.”

“What are you thinking now?” she asked with an intriguing tone, with a look that was always unfamiliar.

“I’m thinking that... I, I liked having dinner with you,” you said with a sincere smile, with a glow on your cheeks that was no longer the fault of the wine. “What are you thinking?” you dared to ask.

“I’m thinking I liked it too,” she murmured in a weak, sad voice, getting up from the table and approaching you. “Come.”

You let yourself be led to a brighter corner of the room. The lady trembled in front of you, as if she was afraid of something.

“I haven't been completely honest with you, (Y/N),” she said in a whisper, looking away and playing nervously with her hands.

“What do you mean?” you asked, a shiver running down your spine.

She didn't answer, she simply brought her hands to the black cloth that hid her face, pulling it away, letting it fall to the floor, showing you her true face.

There was a beautiful woman, hair as black as night, a bright eye, a horrible scar, just in front of your eyes. It made your expression freeze. She remained still, with her head down and her lips trembling with fear, surely scared of your reaction.

You shook your head to get yourself out of that reverie, out of the revelation of a beauty that you already knew existed, suspiciously similar to the portrait on the stairs. Beautiful, pale and scared, that was Donna.

Not finding a word that could serve to calm her fears, you decided to act, walking slowly towards her, with your gaze fixed on her, elusive, cowardly one.

Your hands trembled as you approached her face, caressing her soft skin while lifting her chin. Silence, labored breathing, that was the only thing you could hear in the old mansion. She let you move her face, caress her cheek, absorbed by her apparent fragility, by her beauty.

Your hand traveled to her scar, passing through her hair. Donna shuddered.

“Please, don't do that,” she said almost in a sob, with one hand holding your wrist so you wouldn't caress the part she hated the most, the origin of all her complexes. Her grip was soft, allowing you to get away from her hand with a delicate movement, running yours over her scar, the rest of her face, with a serene, calm look.

“You are a beautiful woman, Donna,” you whispered, getting closer, letting her hands travel slowly to your waist while yours continued to caress the softness of her skin.

“Don’t, don't say that, don’t, don't lie to me...” she said sobbing again, closing her only eye because of the softness of your skin against hers.

“I never lie,” you murmured with teary eyes, finally acknowledging you felt something for her, you loved her and you knew that, she felt the same.

“Stop... Touching me...” she whispered, moving so your hands moved away from her face. Hers didn't move from your waist. “I don't want something as pure as you to touch, touch something so horrible.”

“I want to do it,” you said, not really knowing if you had to say something, silencing a confession that was dying to leave your lips.

Donna's hands returned to yours, lowering them, swaying together as a tear fell on them.

“(Y/N) I... I’m, I’m in love with you,” she confessed quietly, avoiding looking at you, avoiding seeing the smile that formed on your lips when you heard those words. “I know that I shouldn't, that, that I never...”

You didn't want to hear more words, to know more, your body simply acted on its own, tilting your head towards hers, placing your lips on hers, in a brief, soft, tender and warm kiss.

The lady in black looked at you, open-mouthed. She didn't ask questions, she didn't want to know why you did it, simply, cupping your face in her hands, she kissed you again, deeper, more intensely.

“I would like to be like one of your dolls,” you said on her lips, staring at her, in that intimate moment. She blinked confused. “I would like you to caress me like them, to hug me, to take care of me like you do with them.”

“I could never do it, (Y/N),” she whispered, running a hand over your neck, over your arms, over your skin. “Porcelain is rough compared to your skin…”

After those words, the kisses returned, wilder kisses, messier, the hands roamed over your bodies, the panting began to replace the background noise of the waterfall.

“Wait, wait, stop,” she said, nervous, putting a hand on your chest, taking a breath, trying to calm down. “Don’t…”

“Why?” you asked, hanging on her neck, looking for an explanation for that reaction in her frightened gaze.

She simply shook her head.

“Please, Donna, prove to me what you say is true…” you begged, taking her hands, pulling her towards the dining table. “Make me feel your most special doll, please…”

Before the lady could protest, you brought your trembling hands to the bow of your dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving Donna petrified, with her hands in front of her body, as if she wanted to hide something.

You didn't know if it was the wine, or the desperate love you felt for her making you act that way, forget about your fears, about your past. If she wanted you to be her doll, you would be, if she said you were perfect, you wanted her to prove it to you, making you hers.

“Che bello corpo…” she whispered, enraptured, running her gaze over all your exposed parts, the uncorrupted softness of your skin, its lack of imperfections.

“I hope you said something nice,” you joked, starting to feel self-conscious. Not sorry, but a bit afraid. It was a crazy move, one that came from the darkest corners of your mind.

“I could never say anything that wasn’t nice about you… You are, you are perfect…” Donna whispered, walking slowly, without stopping, undoing one by one the buttons of her dress.

“Prove it,” you said, grabbing her waist again, running a hand over her chest, over her skin, discovering that it was almost as soft as yours.

With one last, slightly dark look, the lady came all the way closer, capturing your lips in hers fiercely, almost desperately. Your bodies danced together, mixing, your bra disappeared, her dress fell to the floor next to yours.

Her hands were out of control, exploring wildly, but delicately. Her caresses were addictive, the kisses on your neck were like whispers of love, like a warm breeze making your skin crawl. You pulled down your underwear and climbed onto the table. If you thought about what you were doing, surely your fears and insecurities would have prevented you from continuing.

You separated for a moment, when the bulge trapped in her underwear brushed against your wetness. You couldn't help but be surprised, something Donna noticed, sighing in embarrassment.

“It disgusts you.” It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Apparently her complexes went far beyond the scar on her face.

“No,” you said with an understanding voice, forcing her to look at you again while you shook your head. “No, Donna, it doesn’t.”

She, distrustful, shook her head, moving her trembling erection away from your body, something you didn't want.

With a gasp you moved on the table and pulled her back into position. Her gaze was lost, her complexes were consuming her. You didn't want that, you wanted her.

“Please... Love me,” you begged, caressing her cheek, kissing her slowly, ardently, in a way that even you didn't know you were capable of.

Donna nodded, unable to resist the pressure that her clothes made on her body, releasing her shaft as she returned to your lips, while her hands positioned your body to do what you wanted, to make you hers.

“Ah...” you complained when the tip entered you slowly, deforming your body, causing an uncomfortable prick that you couldn't help but verbalize.

“It hurts, I’m hurting you,” she said, with a sad but broken look by the pleasure the tight embrace of your body exerted on hers.

“It's nothing,” you said, hissing and settling yourself on the table, kissing her to ease her fears, the pain of the loss of your innocence. “Keep going, Donna, please, I need you…”

Your pleas were heard and her erection penetrated you completely, stretching your body, sliding through your tight walls, filling you in an incredible way.

A moan left her lips, one that made you react, forgetting the discomfort to make you feel pleasure, an overwhelming one, hot, wet one. A pleasure you had never felt before.

You kissed her slowly, hugging her body so she would move, so her hips would stimulate the wetness that ran down your legs, which mixed with the feeling of being loved, of being desired in that way, in a soft, intense way.

“La mia piccola bambola…” the lady whispered, moving constantly, stretching your walls in a calm but intense rhythm, the same as her hips, yours, trying to feel even more pleasure. “Oh, (Y/N), che bella sei…”

Those tender words, loaded with eroticism, served to make your body follow the rhythm of her movements, so the pleasure danced at the same time as your hips, as hers, as her hands on your legs, as her erection inside of you.

“Gods…” you moaned, throwing your head back when the sensations became almost unbearable, when your walls stretched and shrank automatically, almost as desperate as your erratic kisses, as your nails scratching her back.

Donna only moaned, hugged you, caressed you, concentrated on making you feel just the way you wanted, moving just the way you needed.

After that slow dance, that sensual, lustful and pleasurable dance, some uncoordinated movements made you almost forget you existed. Her thrusts were no longer calm, her moans were no longer timid, they were almost furious, as were her kisses, her hugs, her nails deforming your porcelain skin.

You opened your eyes when your body reacted to that change, when an electric current passed through your back, through your legs, forcing your muscles to tense, your mouth to moan furiously, echoing off the rickety walls of the mansion.

Your body held Donna in place, tightening her shaft with spasms so she wouldn't dare to leave you, a sensation that caused her own release, the wet and warm caresses of her seed filling you, claiming you, making you hers, her doll.

“(Y/N)…” she gasped, catching her breath, brushing your hair away from your face, searching for any sign of regret. She only found pleasure, tranquility, love…

“Donna,” you sighed, with a smile, moving closer to kiss her again, to join again, just like your bodies.

“You are my most perfect doll…”

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Hi can u pls write a bringing home to parents with Bil like meeting either parents

OMG HELLOOO, im so excited abt this IIHH. i hope u like this, if u dont then ill cry :( jskj

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Bringing Billie Eilish Home to Meet Your Parents

Your heart races as you and Billie approach the front door of your family home. You’ve been preparing for this moment for weeks, but now that it’s here, your nerves are running high. Bringing Billie, someone so important to you, home to meet your parents—it feels huge. She squeezes your hand, her fingers laced through yours, a silent gesture of support.

“They’re gonna love you,” you whisper, more to calm yourself than her.

Billie smiles softly, her green and black hair falling slightly over her eyes as she leans closer. “Don’t worry,” she says, her voice low and reassuring. “We’ve got this.”

The door swings open, and there they are—your parents, standing in the doorway. Your mom gives you a quick smile, though her eyes are scanning Billie, curious and slightly unsure. Your dad is standing a bit behind her, offering a polite but somewhat reserved greeting.

“Mom, Dad, this is Billie,” you introduce, your voice a little shaky.

Billie steps forward, offering a small smile as she shakes their hands. “Nice to meet you both,” she says, her voice softer than the bold image people often associate with her. She’s being careful, respectful—she knows how important this is to you.

Your mom leads everyone into the living room, where an awkward silence hangs in the air for a moment. You sit beside Billie on the couch, her presence next to you somehow both calming and making the situation more real. Your parents sit across from you, clearly trying to figure out what to say next.

“So, Billie,” your dad finally starts, clearing his throat. “Your music is pretty… unique.”

Billie chuckles lightly, her eyes bright with understanding. “Yeah, it’s not for everyone,” she says honestly. “But I hope you can get to know me beyond that. I care about your daughter a lot.”

Your mom is watching carefully, clearly wanting to protect you but also trying to be open-minded. “We just want to make sure she’s happy and treated well,” she says, her tone a bit cautious.

Billie turns to look at you for a second before meeting your mom’s gaze. “I promise, I’ll always treat her with the respect and love she deserves,” Billie says earnestly. “She’s amazing, and I’m lucky to have her in my life.”

The sincerity in her voice seems to break the tension in the room. Your dad relaxes a little, nodding slowly, while your mom’s expression softens.

Throughout the evening, your parents ask more questions—about her music, her life, how you two met. Billie answers each one with a calm confidence, never putting on a show, just being herself. By the time dinner is over, the awkwardness has mostly faded, and your parents seem to have warmed up to her.

As you’re saying your goodbyes, your mom gives you a tight hug, whispering in your ear, “She seems like a good person. I can see how much she cares about you.”

You smile, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

Walking back to the car, Billie bumps your shoulder playfully. “See? I told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

You laugh, leaning into her slightly. “You were right.”

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Introducing…

The Púca Brothers

Folklore AU

Say hello to Jax and his three older brothers for my AU!

If you’re familiar with @theboywithburninghands Funnybunny Arranged Marriage AU, then you’ve already technically met these three other scrunklies.

But he has been nice enough to let me borrow them for my AU as well and we’ve been having a blast brainstorming 😂🤭

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Also, yes you can simp, but just know that all four of these guys are in happy relationships. 😌✨

Might share them here as well eventually 💕

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Some facts about each of them:

Altonicus 💉🩺 - He is the resident doctor/healer for Briarfell and the oldest of the four. He has an excellent bedside manner and calm demeanor that would put anyone at ease, and he truly does love helping people in any way he can. He is the only one married (as of yet) to a beautiful Púca woman named Kali. His special gift is healing.

Osvaldo 🎹🎼 - Ozzy is the musically gifted one of the brothers, his favorite instrument being the piano. He is quite shy overall, but is perfectly polite. His special gift is symphony.

Boone 🍻🔪 - The shortest of the brothers but packing a hell of a punch, Boone is the epitome of pure púca magic with his specialty being mayhem. He lives for a good prank and delights in keeping everyone on their toes. He is the third eldest.

Jax 💥📢 - Being the youngest does not stop Jax from doing as he pleases and as he sees fit. Him and Boone feed off of each other quite well, with his mimicry gift being the perfect buildup to Boone’s pranks. However, the arrival of a certain librarian starts to tilt his focus a bit, and it is the beginning of a shift in dynamic between him and his brothers.

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All in all, their residence in Briarfell is an important one and best believe they keep things interesting 🤭

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Their markings do have a tendency to glow, but only when they are feeling any strong emotions. (Love, anger, fear, arousal, etc.) Reference below:

As always, if you guys have any other questions, my ask box is open! Thank yooooouuu ✨💖

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Espresso or Coors? – Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 (Fluff – strong language, drug usage, and drinking)

Frat!Rafe x PianoBar!Reader

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🪄 soft!frat!rafe, swearing, name-calling, smoking, drinking, Rafe & reader’s POV

📖 Frat!Rafe gets talked into going to a dueling piano bar. He’s not happy about it but when he sees you in the alley, walking in for your shift, everything changes. From that point on he tries all night to get your attention 💕

✨Kelce: yo

Topper: that's her???

Kelce: look at his face

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I take a deep breath, collecting myself before burying my beer, quickly ordering another. Be cool.

Rafe: that obvious?

Kelce: very

Rafe’s POV:

“5th and main?” The Uber driver drones.

“Yup. Thanks, man,” Topper chirps, stepping into the back seat before me. The Uber XL fills with people, as many as possible. I slide into the back; some sorority girl instantly falls onto my lap. Her tanned body mashes against my white button-down, making me tug at my fabric to check if that shit was staining before throwing the fit I wanna throw.

“Top, you short on cash these days or what? Why couldn’t we get another van, asshole?”

“There’s another comin’. You coulda waited,” Topper sighs, half-listening, concentrating more on the girl sharing a seat with him. “Plus, it looks like you made out just fine,” he cracks up, watching the girl staring up at me, her sticky glossed lips pressing against my neck soon after. I pinch my eyes shut, focusing on anything but this. Yeah, I’m not drunk enough for this.

“It’s called the Dueling Keys. Tell her we’re going to Dueling Keeyyyss,” one of the girls slurs into her phone to a friend on the other line.

I groan and grumble, “I thought we were going to Copperhead. What the fuck, Thornton.”

Topper lifts his hands, pleading innocence. “That’s where we were going, bro. Ask the man.” He motions to the driver, who’s lost in his own world, tuning out the nightmare in the back of his van entirely.

“It’s across the street, Rafe. It’s a piano bar. We always start there because they have $3 Long Islands,” Cassie adds calmly, my favorite of the sisters, the only sober one in the group.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” I sigh, taking out my phone, making myself look busy.

“You smell so good, Rafey,” the drunk girl in my lap mutters as she plays with the top button of my shirt “sensually,” tugging it open before working on the next.

“That’s enough,” I sigh, resting my hand over the top of hers, giving it a little pat. “Thanks.”

We pull up to College Street, cool air replacing the thick, booze-ridden fog of the van. I walk out fast, putting space between me and the girls. I need some fuckin’ air, but they follow me. “I’m takin’ a piss,” I yell back at the two tagging close behind.

“You need help or-” One of them grins, making the other giggle and squeal. Jesus fuckin’ Christ.

I walk to the end of the building, fading into the alley, resting my back against the cool brick wall, finally feeling peace. The other van rolls up; Kelce, steps out of the ride with a girl on each arm, thoroughly relishing this shit. I pluck a joint out from behind my ear, flicking my lighter a few times before it takes, ripping a hit. Thick smoke rolls in my mouth, pouring from my lips as I look out at the mess of college student coming in and out of bars.

“Thank you, Donnie,” my head turns in the opposite direction, catching sight of a woman walking toward the side door. She smiles at the security guard, her little heels clicking along the pavement, hair bouncing with every step.

“Babygirl,” the man booms merrily, making her beautiful eyes sparkle. “How are you doin’ this evening. You look as lovely as ever.”

“Thank you,” she smiles. Her spangly pink dress sways with every step as she goes up the steps ‘til she’s gone, disappearing into the bar.

“Hey, man… Does she work-”

“Stop right there,” the bouncer warns, taking a few steps closer. “I don’t need some drunk frat boy causin’ trouble in my alley. Get the fuck outta here,” he spits, looking back at me like I’m trash.

“Sorry. I’m just-”

“Smokin’ weed? Takin’ a piss? I heard it all, Chad. Y/N doesn’t want your messy ass.”

Well shit… I smile, ashing out the joint as I catch her.

“What are you smilin’ for, boy? Get! And pick that shit up. Do I look like your maid or somethin’?” He barks as he points to the joint on the ground, making me roll my eyes before picking it up.

“Have a nice night, Donnie,” I mumble, giving him the finger as I foot away.

My nerves start to rise, my night taking a turn. I double-check my shirt again for an orange stain, smoothing it out before adjusting my hat. She has to be a bartender, a cocktail waitress, maybe? I position myself away from the Delta Gammas, joining the group of boys in the back of the line.

We shuffle to the front, the music getting louder and louder as we get closer to the door. I pass a bouncer my ID, impatiently waiting to get inside. Luckily, I’m a head taller than most, surveying the scene, following the traffic flow from the entryway to the bar floor. Top flags me down, but I look past him; he and Kelce, lost in a sea of females. I wouldn’t stand a goddamn chance in there. Not if I want her to notice me.

Perfect. I slide into a booth with a group of my younger brothers, the four of them equally surprised that the kook trio got split. “A Coors, please. N’ you can start a tab for the table. Thanks,” I pass the cocktail waitress my card as my phone buzzes.

Topper: we good

I look down at the text message from Top, rolling my eyes.

Kelce: you bein a bitch for a reason or what

Rafe: ill tell you later

Kelce: so ur pissed

Rafe: I’m not fuckin pissed

Topper: you seem upset

Rafe: shut the duck up

Rafe: fuxk

Rafe: fuck

Kelce: how drunk are you 😂

Rafe: leave me alone alright. There’s a girl somewhere around here and she’s perfect and I don’t want these girls fucking it up for me

Topper: oh that’s great buddy

Kelce: congrats man

Rafe: keep them over there

Piano music fills the space around us, silencing the crowd before a swell of applause comes in it’s place. I look up from my beer, seeing the same beautiful girl from the alley behind the piano, canceling out all my previous assumptions. Fuck. I lift my drink to my lips, catching my hand shaking slightly. She leans into the microphone, her smile lighting up the room, drumming up further applause. “Dueling Keys, how are we feeling tonight?” She lets the cheering die down before starting again, introducing the man across from her, then herself.

Kelce: yo

Topper: that’s her???

Kelce: look at his face

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I take a deep breath, collecting myself before burying my beer, quickly ordering another. Be cool.

Rafe: that obvious?

Kelce: very

Topper: do the thing

Rafe: what thing?

The thing? Are you kidding me, Top. What thing?

Another group of ours walks into the pub, catching Topper and Kelce’s focus. I feel myself getting anxious and annoyed, wanting to get her attention in some way before anyone fucks this up for me.

Rafe: tell me the thing

Kelce: order a song cameron

Topper: $5 for a song and you can leave a tip

Rafe: how

Kelce: haven’t you done this before

Rafe: …

Kelce: grab a little thing from the middle write your name and the song

Rafe: any song?

Topper: idk the rules

Kelce: there’s rules.

Rafe: what are they??

Kelce: idk ive never done this before

Rafe: duck u both

Rafe: FUCK*

I take out my wallet, thumbing through my cash: $20, $50, $100. No… What do I do now? $20 isn’t enough. Or is it? $100, I’ll look like an ass. $50… $50. Yeah – Yeah. Shit.

I quickly stuff the cash into the envelope, looking down at the next obstacle. Name… Easy. Rafe. Song. I want it to be something she likes. Something she wants to sing. I don’t wanna be some “Chad, dick, douchebag” requesting Chainsmokers. I look up, so lost in my mind that I missed the first song. Jesus fuck. Pull it together, Rafe.

Topper: Cassie says she likes Sabrina Carpenter

Rafe: how does she know that

Topper: idk I asked who’s that and she said give me 2 minutes. She found her IG

Rafe: Tell her I love her and text me the yn’s @

Topper: Espresso

Rafe: I’m drinking coors

Toppers: its a song

Kelce: 😂

Rafe: thank you Cass

I scribble down the track’s title on the envelope, rising to my feet, heading straight for the front. “Hi, Rafey,” I dodge the sorority sister coming my way, swerving around a bar top table to avoid her, hastily stepping toward the stage.

“This next one’s for Nate,” y/n announces, squinting to get a better look at the chicken scratch handwritten left by one of my frat brothers. “What does this say, babe?” She asks kindly.

“Party in the USA,” he hollers over the crowd.

“Oh, well then. Miley, it is,” she croons as she rolls out her wrists, fingers quickly striking the keys. Her voice pours out of the speakers, sending goosebumps down my arms.

The vocals are so trained; so beautiful it’s like she wrote the song herself. I can tell she’s adding a little more to it, making it her own without effort. Amazi- “Put the envelope in the bowl and sit down,” an old lady scolds me, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

“S-Shit. Sorry,” I scramble. Taking the last couple steps to the fishbowl full of requests, my eyes not leaving y/n. Her gaze lifts as she looks for her partner, catching my eyes instead. I smile, and she smiles back.

So damn beautiful.

Fuck me.

“Sit,” the old lady hisses, jarring me out of my daze. I suck my teeth and smile at her before looking back at y/n; her attention already pulled away, making me feel like I could fight an old lady in public. Bitch.

I sit down with the boys again, just hoping she’ll pull my request right away so I can loosen up a little, sip on a beer while I listen to her perform. Finally, something goes my way. Y/n opens the little envelope, eyeing the cash inside, flashing it to her partner between her pretty little manicured fingers.

“50 bucks? They must really wanna hear that song, y/n.”

“I guess so,” she giggles delightedly as she flips the card over. “Ohhh… A man after my own heart. Rafe, this one for you.”

My name leaves her lips, making my stomach flip. Adrenaline courses through my veins as she looks out into the crowd, searching for me. The boys must have been pointing me out because she finds me quickly, giving me a little nod. This night couldn’t get any better. I don’t know this song. I’ve never heard this shit a day in my life, but I can tell you it’ll be playin’ on repeat after this. The crowd sings along with her, y/n feeding off their energy.

Her voice is the prettiest thing I’ve ever heard, so bubbly and sweet as she nails each note. The song is catchy, too… Nothin’ I’d ever listen to but she’s making me feel like I could. She is so fucking talented. Maybe she plans on recording her own shit one day.

The song closes out, and the crowd breaks into applause “Earth to Rafe. Rafe?” A girl screams at me, apparently battling for my attention. “We’re going to Copperhead. Close your tab.”

“I just ordered a beer,” I lie. “Just go. I’ll meet you. Yeah?”

“No… Come,” she pouts, holding out her arms, giving me grabby hands. Fuck that.

“Who are you?” I scoff.

“Who am I? Who am I?” She starts to go off, but Topper yanks her away. That was close. The masses finally leave, lifting a massive weight off my shoulders. I widen my thighs, relaxing into my seat a little more.

It’s a euphoric rotation: watching her play and sing, performing for the crowd with her witty conversations alone. She’s got a beautiful laugh and a beautiful personality. Everything about her is beautiful. She notices me. I know it… It’s like we’re the only two here, I swear.

Reader’s POV:

Rafe… Fuck, he’s handsome. He’s a frat, bro, for sure, but he didn’t leave with that crowd. He asked about me… I’m almost positive enlisting some help from the army of sorority sisters he showed up with. Rafe doesn’t strike me as a Sabrina Carpenter guy. You laugh to yourself, thinking about it, looking into the crowd as you meet his eyes for the nth time of the night.

All set, I couldn’t help perform for him. Sure, I was entertaining a crowd, but each movement, each smile, each love song was performed just for him. I wanted him to feel like he knew me better at the end of the night, and each little adlib between my co-performer and me gave him a little more of my story: a music major with big dreams of becoming a recording artist.

Now I want to know his story.

He’s only requested one song. The night’s almost over, two requests left in the bowl. Rafe pulls out a card, writing something before stuffing some cash inside. He stands up, walking your way, making it through the crowd a little easier than he did the first time; a little more confidence in his walk.

Your heart starts to race, hands trembling on the keys. You position yourself on the bench, leaning in a little closer. He hands it directly to you with a smile. The boys at his table hoop and holler, whistling for him, making your cheeks heat up, nervous butterflies swirling in your stomach that you don’t usually have on the stage. Oh my god.

He gives you a little more of him this time: Name – Rafe Cameron

Song – Dreams Fleetwood Mac

this is my favorite song 🙂

You open the envelope, taking out another $50, but the little message on the flap has you tucking it in your bra instead of tossing it away when you see his phone number. Rafe smiles from the booth when you return your eyes to his, happy you kept it, taking a sip from his cup when the boys at his table start razzing him about it all.

Dreams. Huh? Not what I expected. There’s something sweet about it, though. It’s not exactly something a frat boy would choose. Maybe there’s a story there. Maybe he’ll tell me tonight? You search for the sheet music on your iPad, setting it up as Rex riffs. “And, who’s the next one for, y/n,” he smiles over the baby grand.

“Rafe Cameron,” you smile, your coworker catching onto your crush fast.

“The Rafe Cameron. Huh? The high roller?”

“The high roller. Mhmm… quite the charmer,” you add.

“Is he free after the show?”

“Rex,” you chuckle breathily. “This one’s mine.” Rex laughs and rolls his eyes, continuing to play with you, the two of you going back and forth, duetting different songs you can both play by ear.

“Well, is he free after the set?” Rex repeats himself dramatically, making the crowd break out in applause. You turn to Rafe and smile.

“Are you free after the set?” You ask sweetly. The blonde smiles and nods, mouthing that he’s all yours. All mine…

You break out into song, playing Rafe’s request, the two of you dueling back and forth, filling the bar with music. You steal glances at Rafe between cords and runs, enjoying the moment, thinking about how nice it would be to have someone in the crowd every night—especially someone who looks at you like he does.

He’s perfect.

YN: Meet me out back? 💕 Are you hungry?

Rafe: on my way. Yeah. Anything you want, princess

Fuck. You bite your bottom lip, reading and rereading Rafe’s message. Princess… It’s just another thing I could get used to. You check yourself in the mirror one last time, slicking on a little lip gloss and fluffing your hair.

You walk through the practically empty bar to the side door, some patrons still hanging around, sipping martinis and beer. You push through the door, Donnie pulling it the rest of the way open per usual, his face hard as stone, not his normal self. “Are you okay?” You ask uneasily, cocking an eyebrow up at him. He simply nods in the other direction, gesturing to someone. Rafe Cameron…

“You know him, baby?” Donnie rasps, looking at you with nothing but concern in his eyes

“Mhmm, Don. This is Rafe. He’s my date-”

“You know he was gonna piss on the side of the building before I stopped him?” Donnie cautions you, making Rafe scoff and laugh weakly.

“He wouldn’t be the first,” you chuckle as you adjust your purse on your shoulder, stepping toward Rafe.

“And he was smokin’ dope.”

“It was a pre-roll, y/n. Just a little weed,” Rafe mumbles, doing his best not to laugh at the older man.

“Naughty boy,” you tease as you slide your arm around Rafe’s waist, giving him a side hug. Rafe wraps his strong arms around your shoulders, pulling you in the rest of the way, holding you close. You take in his rich cologne; the feeling of your body wrapped up in him. Rafe lowers himself, whispering in your ear, setting your heart ablaze.

“Why don’t we get outta here, Princess?”

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babyjijiyeon MRS. YOON!!! HOW UNSERIOUS COULD YOU POSSIBLY FUCKING GET?!?

svtrighthere_ SHE IS ABSOLUTELY SICK IN THE HEAD 🙃

lulunana BSKSHUSHEHAH she cracks me up fr 😂

lunadaily she really just posted this literally MINUTES after we got that fucking confirmation!?!

esther17 FIVE LONG MOTHERFUCKING YEARS! THAT’S HOW LONG YA’LL BEEN TOGETHER?! AND YA’LL ENGANGED TOO!!? I SIMPLY CANNOT WITH THE TWO OF YOU!!!

nana_lulu17 they have managed to break the internet in the span of a few hours and both decided to post on Instagram as if they didn’t… that’s it couple behavior right there.

ddaddu just a few simple questions… FIVE YEARS?! ENGAGED SINCE FUCKING BERLIN!?! AND IS JEONGHAN ALREADY BALD?!?

baebybaeby the caption too I–

ashhhh17 and with that, ladies and gentlemen, Bae Jiyeon became THE military wife 🤭

lunas-closet you look amazing, my love 💕✨

gyugyu_m mom is officially marrying dad 🥹💖

jeongnadaily JEONGNA NATION WE HAVE FUCKING WON!! THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST PIECE OF NEWS I HAVE EVER FUCKING GOTTEN 🎉🎉🎉🎉

napipopeta_ the face card, the body, the outfit… she’s proving to you haters what jeonghan gets on a daily basis 🥵

↳ user24705531 honestly don’t know who I am more jealous of 🙃

↳ moonlightbaby I want to be their third 🤭

xo_xokissme_ the song choice as well 🫠

lunanova09 she knows what’s she’s doing, i mean that caption! you’re getting married to THE Yoon Jeonghan, we get it you won 😭

popipopipopipo Hannie cannot handle all of that 🥵 (I’m totally jealous of him rn)

↳ mimi17 Yoon Jeonghan is the only one who can handle all of that.

jxjforever pledis said they got engaged Sept 8, that’s Berlin… everything makes sense!! them being so smiley during their performance, fans seeing them holding hands in Berlin, LUNA’S FUCKING CAPTION ON HER BERLIN POST!!?

↳ svtforeverfan “berlin you’ll always be my yes, you have my heart always and forevermore, now more than ever 💎🤍” WE HAVE BEEN PLAYED! SHE TOLD US!!

↳ wooowonwoo “always be my yes” IT WAS RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF OUR EYES 😝

missbitch ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU AND HAN HAVE BEEN DATING FOR FIVE YEARS AND ARE RECENTLY ENGAGED BUT WE WON’T SEE YOU TWO TOGETHER FOR TWO FUCKING YEARS?!! I AM UNWELL.

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↳ shadowmyshadow like a fist fight? No. He might poison you in your sleep and get away with it tho.

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🌟 A little about me 🌟

Hey there, I’m Lin! I’ve been reading tarot for nearly three years now, and I love using it as a tool for fun, insight, and guidance. I’m dedicated to understanding the traditional meanings of each tarot card, but I also trust my intuition to bring a unique, personal touch to each reading. Occasionally, I’ll channel messages that add an extra layer to what the cards reveal, though I always aim to keep my interpretations rooted in the original meanings.

I don’t claim to be psychic, and my readings are for insight and enjoyment. Often, they align with future events, but timing is always flexible—it could be immediate, or it might take weeks or months to unfold. And if we don’t fully connect, that’s okay, too! Not every reader is the perfect match for everyone.

From my own experience, finding a truly connected tarot reader is rare, so I’m grateful for the chance to offer my best to you all. Remember, tarot can show possible paths and outcomes, but free will plays a huge role in any reading—it’s all about guidance rather than guarantees.

If you’ve had a reading from me, please feel free to share feedback! Honest insights help me grow and improve. ✨ I’ve had readings come true both for myself and others—sometimes quickly, sometimes months later. Either way, I’m here to explore the energy with you and offer insight when you need it.

Looking forward to connecting! 💫