#minty diamonds

[gemville]

Lab Grown Diamond, Emerald and Ceramic Two-Stone Rings by Minty Diamonds

Source: nationaljeweler.com

[cottoncandysprite]

Take this nandermo fusion before I pass out for the night (I have no idea what gem they would be)

[sol-lar-bink]

May OCs 2, The fudge hammer cookies! Minty won, but I wanted to draw em both again (: Some small changes too.

[minty-bubblegum]

Cater Lilia and rook with silly reader!!

So @cheezy-moon this one's for you 😊😊💕💕 HAPPY BIRTHDAY NOW TAKE MY WONDERFUL WRITING AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT

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Cater

Cater gasped loudly when he learned you were silly. "Oh. Em. Gee. WAHHHHHH!!!! THAT'S SOOOOO MAGICAM WORTHY! AND ABSOLUTELY ADORBS! I LOOOVE LOVE your silliness, it especially makes you my special little pookie booboo cinnamon bun honey doll!! Mwah mwahh~ ♥️"

Cater is head over heels for you silliness. Call him Cay-cay? He dies <3 he support you no matter what, and he may even shoe you jis sill sied sometime!!

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Rook

He already knew you were silly. He wouldn spil the suprise for you tho, so he kept quiet. Qwhen you finally admitted it to him, his ADORABLE SKURNKLEY SHOCK FACE WITH HIS CUTE LITTLE HANDS UP SHOWED 💖💖💖💞💞💞💞💘💘💘

"oh? Mon Trickster? For ral? You are silly..? Sacre Bleu!! That's wonderful!! We can make so many memorie with your sillt!!!! Come here, Mon Chérie, no worries needed. Je vous aime, no matter how you are. Silly or not, little or big, I'll love you through thick and thin." (Oopsies accidentally fell for him writing this 😋🤭🤭)

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Idk how to write the old man so uh get cut off bozo ☠️

@cheezy-moon @i-like-forgs tHERESNO ONE ELSE TO TAG 😿😿😿😿

[two-sides-halved]

Fuse with me (minty and shrub)

SEND “FUSE WITH ME!” AND I’LL TELL YOU | Accepting

What type of gem we’d make:  Minty (Mint Green Diamond) + Shrub (Rose Quartz) = Watermelon Tourmaline

Personality: Watermelon Tourmaline is a bundle of questions. Easily persuaded as Minty doesn't have the same leadership status as the Diamonds once had due to being created in Era 3, and Shrub was never in a leadership role only ever taking orders. Their emotions are frazzled a good majority of the time, and it's hard to calm them down when they are in a panic. Watermelon Tourmaline is much like Steven Squared, in that she will use singular and plural pronouns regularly at first because her components are still getting used to being a fusion.

Stability of Fusion: Relationship wise, Minty and Shrub have a pretty positive relationship. Minty enjoys Shrub's company and Shrub is grateful to be free from being imprisoned longer than the other Rose Quartzes. However, fusions aren't just based of relationships themselves it's also a mixture of the individuals feelings and thoughts that sometimes they share or keep to themselves... and due to that.

Minty's expectations as a Diamond in Era 3, and Shrub's era 1 mentality of being made to serve or face the consequences and the fact she is still adjusting to Era 3's way of life after being bubbled for thousands and thousands of years play into Watermelon Tourmaline's stability as a fusion despite how well Minty and Shrub get along together.

The first time that Shrub and Minty had fused was a rollercoaster of emotions... scary, wonderful and overwhelming emotions. Resulting in a cotton candy fusion, much like how Ruby rushed in to Sapphire shaking her entire world view of how fate was meant to play out.

Shrub had expected fully to be punished for fusing with another gem, and thought it would be much more severe, due to Minty being a Diamond of all the gems to fuse with, while Minty was doing her best to reassure her that she wouldn't get in trouble for fusing, regardless of if their fusing was an accident or not.

Watermelon Tourmaline has two sets of arms due to their different approach to things. Shrub is still opening up to new things in Era 3 and Minty is just going with the flow since that's all she's ever known.

Height of the fusion (in comparison to other characters):

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 8

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: it's hump dayyyy.

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Lloyd drags you away as you hear the disgusted muttering of his parents. You try to tug free but he’s too strong. Even if he did let go, where would you go? Your ankles nearly bend in the heels as he urges you to the stairs and you stumble into his back. 

“Aw, baby,” he faces you, “don’t get ahead of yourself. We’ll get there.” 

Before you can react, he scoops you up. You cry out, the dregs of your bile burn your throat. You make a face at the smell. He’s hardly bothered as he turns to continue up the staircase. 

“Damn, jelly bean,” he snarls as you feel his heart racing, “I knew you were a freak underneath it all. The way you just dug right in. Like an animal. Feral,” he snickers and kisses the top of your head as he gets to even ground, “we’re more alike than you know, aren’t we?” 

You gulp and say nothing. You’re disgusted as much by yourself as him. All that and for what? You’re still stuck with this madman. How on earth did he even notice you? By his parents’ suggestion, you’re far from his type. 

“Urgh, I don’t feel good,” you rub your stomach and wriggle in his grasp. It would be a good excuse to get away, or at least some space.  

“That’s alright, jelly bean, you let me take care of you,” he carries you breezily down the hall, his footsteps jaunty. You put your hand on his shoulder to steady yourself and his blue eyes flick down to the diamond ring, “fuck, that looks amazing on you. I’ll look just as good on you.” 

He laughs at his slimy joke but it only unsettles you. Even with barf on your breath and steak in your teeth, you can’t deter him. You’ve tried everything; ignoring him, waiting him out to the point of starvation, and making a fool of yourself. Your hope dwindles to a single strand, ready to snap. 

He takes you into the bedroom and through to the adjoining bathroom. The shining marble and gleaming golden accoutrements reflect the overhead light in a pristine sheen. He places you down on the counter so your legs dangle over the edge and he puts his hands on your shoulders. 

“Don’t take it to heart, bean, mom and dad are just like that. You’ll always be good enough for me,” he winks and shifts over to the sink.  

You watch him, helpless. You know better than to hop off in those heels and twist your ankle. He fills a clear cup with porcelain and wets a toothbrush before adding minty paste. He holds them out to you and you accept them wordlessly. The sparkle of the ring makes you wince. 

“I’m their son and they don’t really like me. Sometimes I wonder why they even had me...” he sighs and flicks the cup lightly with his finger. 

You put the brush in your mouth and scrub your teeth. It’s a good excuse not to reply. You don’t really get this man. He’ll kidnap a woman then spill his heart out like you care. Still, knowing how his parents are, you can piece together how he got to this point. 

“You get me, jelly bean. I know you got no parents and sometimes, I feel the same--” 

You choke and pull the brush from your mouth. You swig with the cup and lean over to spit into the sink. You sneer at him, a genuine wave of anger rising in you, “how do you know that?” 

Surprise washes over him at your reaction. He shrugs and hooks his thumbs in his pockets, “well, of course, I had to learn everything about you, honey. To take care of you. Tie up any loose ends hanging off of you--” 

“What the... you...” you scrunch your brow up and shake your head. You feel even sicker. “You’re not going to stop, are you?” 

“Stop?” He smirks, “stop what?” 

You sigh and put the brush back in your mouth. You scrape away the taste of vomit and rinse your mouth again. He takes the cup and brush and puts them aside for you. He comes back to stand in front of you. 

“Your special, bean. I gotta keep you safe. I mean, look how easy I just waltzed in, imagine what a really bad guy could do,” he frames your face with his hand, “just look at you...” he squeezes your jaw tightly so you can’t pull away, “so small and cute and... delicious. I bet you taste as sweet as a jelly bean, huh?” 

His other hand tickles your side and he steps closer, wiggling his way between your knees your legs splay wide. The skirt strains around your thighs as he grips your hip more firmly. He purrs and leans in, his nose tickling yours. 

You press on his chest, "your parents." 

"They can see themselves out, they always do," he slithers, "baby, I only need you." 

"Wait, I'm not-- I--" you babble as his hand slips down and his fingers curl under your ass to grope you, "Lloyd, please, we-- we aren't even married yet." 

He pauses, hovering before your lips and draws back. His mouth slants. 

"Are you an old-fashioned girl, huh? I shoulda known," he purrs, "well, I can get with that," he drops his hand from your chin, "we don't gotta go all the way." 

He brings both his hands to your hips and pulls you towards him. You fall back with the suddenness and barely catch yourself on your elbows. You squeal as he keeps your legs wide and yanks at your skirt. 

"Please, I'm not-- I'm not ready," you plead. 

"Don't worry, babe, I'll get you warmed up," he rasps as he shoves his hands up your dress, bending over you as he exposes your panties. 

"Ah, gosh," you sputter dumbly, writhing as he bows down to bury his nose against your underwear. He takes a big whiff and you exclaim, embarrassed. "Ayeee, Lloyd." 

"You smell like heaven," he lowers himself to his knees, "and I'm not a religious man, mind you." 

You clutch the edge of the counter as you slip down, propping one elbow as you fight the slipperiness of the satin. He nuzzles you, dragging his nose along the trim of your panties as his breath dampens your skin. He nips at you playfully and snarls. 

You squeal in surprise once more. The rippling sensation that radiates from his touch has you as off-kilter as your position. He feels along your thigh and hooks his hand around your other leg. He flutters his fingertips against your panties and tugs them to the side, a waft of cool air dancing over your bare lips. You wriggle again. 

"It's okay, baby, I'll be nice, just a little appetizer," he coaxes and swipes his tongue along your cunt. As you gasp, he rears back and does the same, "jelly bean, you lied to me. You are ready," he licks his lips and you look down at him, his lips already glistening. 

As he dives back in, you gulp and shut your eyes. You turn your head away as he spreads his tongue wide and laps you up. He rocks his head, tickling you deliberately with his mustache, humming into you. You whimper and slap a palm onto the marble counter top. 

He flicks up and down, swirling as you squirm and pant helplessly. As in all things, you can’t resist. Your head falls back against the mirror and you whine. How is he doing this to you? Why is he making you like this? You don’t like him, you don’t want him! 

He tilts his head all around, garbling into you hungrily as he smears your wetness all around his face. His shamelessness spikes your arousal, a new flame razing up your spine. You heave and reach down to latch onto his hair, tugging on it as he seals his lips around your clit and sucks. 

You cry out, legs quivering against his face as you try to close them. He growls and snarls eagerly, devouring you as the pressure wells up to the brim. You huff and puff, curling your spine as you try to fight the pulsing in your core. No, no, no. It’s so intense you feel the tingle in your toes. 

Your voice grows louder as your spasm and the spring overflows. You feel yourself spill into your mouth. He hums again, laughing into you as he drinks up your orgasm. You throw your arm over your face, thoroughly ashamed of your desecration. 

You slide limply down, head tilted up against the mirror, as your legs open and hang loosely. Lloyd kisses your cunt before he pulls away, making a slurping sound as your eyes slit open. You can see the wetness in his mustache. He grins proudly and sighs. 

“Fuck, jelly bean, you’re just like candy,” his eyes drift back to your exposed cunt. 

You try to close your legs and he catches your knees. Holding them open. He tuts and pokes his tongue out, once more licking up the slickness around his lips. You cringe and push yourself up on your elbows. 

“You want me to wait for all that?” He growls, “damn, baby, you must be a sadist, making me hurt so much.” 

He traces his fingers up your thighs and pinches until you squeak. He clucks and reaches past you to the counter. He pulls himself to his feet and you see the bulge in his pants. He rubs his hand across the obvious outline and he shudders. 

“You don’t gotta do anything, just let me look at you while I play with it, how about it?” 

He doesn’t wait for your permission. In that moment, you can’t speak. Even if you could, you don’t even know what you would say. He unbuckles his belt and pushes down his zipper. He’s trembling as he frees himself, his swollen top poking out of his fly. He crumples the top of his pants as he shoves them down impatiently. 

“Show me your ass, I just wanna see it,” he grabs himself and groans, “ah, shit, please, jelly bean, I’m begging you. You want me back on my knees?” He kneels again, stroking himself slowly, “please, turn over, baby, promise I won’t touch.” He moans, “can’t you hear how much pain I’m in? For you?” 

You slide down, feet touching the cold tile. You flutter your lashes, legs shaking. You’re weak and senseless. You can’t look at him. You turn and he groans again. He sounds agonized. 

He chuffs out air as you hear him pumping himself. You hang your head, leaning on your arms as he pulls up your skirt. He whines as he reveals your bare ass around the slender string of the thong. You’re roiling in humiliation and something else. 

“Shit, shit, shit, baby, you are... immaculate,” he grits, “where-- where do you want me to come?” 

“Huh?” You utter. 

“Fuck, too late,” he lets out a roar, punctured by deep huffs, petering out to a pathetic panting that leaves him droning. 

You stay as you are, hiding as your heartbeat slows and the coil inside you loosens little by little. You pull your skirt down, skin scoured in shame, and face him. He sits on his knees still, head down as his dick twitch and slowly softens. You try not to look at it. 

He lifts his head to you, his cheeks flush and his hair askew. He looks around with his foggy eyes and chuckles, “well, it’s good we’re in here, huh? We can get cleaned up.” 

You just stare at him. You’re mortified. You can’t believe what he just did. To you. Then after. And you just laid there. You think... you think you had an orgasm. 

“Let me...” he begins and wobbles before he can plant a foot on the floor. He stands stiffly, not bothering to hide his dick. You ignore the way it flops.  

He turns and goes to the tub. The top of his ass peaks out of his crooked pants. He’s absolutely ridiculous. He the last kind of person you would ever associate with. Not that you talk to anyone, but he is not anyone you would dare to speak to. Yet he has made himself your personal pest. 

He bends over the large tub and cranks it on. You peek over at the door. How loud were you? Were his parents still there to hear you? You frown and raise a foot then lower it again. Your instinct to run fights with your logic. You know you won’t get far, not on jelly legs and not from him. 

The water spills out and he stands, backing away as he rubs his lower back. He strips off his jacket and rolls his shoulders. He turns back and lays it across the other end of the counter. He unbuttons his shirt and looks over at you. 

“Come on, jelly bean, unless you like a bit of zest, I don’t mind it,” he pokes his tongue out at you, “extra flavour and all. 

You let your disgust singe through and curl your lip. He laughs. He drops his shirt and nears. He turns you to face him as your skirt drapes back over your legs. He guides the straps down your shoulders. He shimmies the sheath down your body, his fingers grazing your skin cloyingly. You shiver as bumps raise on your skin. 

“You been hiding, jelly bean, well I’m about to bring you right out of that shell,” he smirks, “if there’s one thing to know about Lloyd Hansen, there’s no walls that can keep him out. I’m gonna tear yours right down.” 

[rroseselavyyy]

spider to the fly - myg

pairing: yoongi x female reader

warnings: smut

For a young lady known to society as an entitled bitch, your fate seemed to be in the hands of your parents. By nature, you were always so obedient to the unrealistic expectations of your so-called caring parents that it made up for your bratty attitude that came from being the only heir in your family.

And this exactly explained why Min Yoongi was standing across you, with his trademark cocky grin, leaning on your bedroom's doorway.

“How did you manage to sneak in?” You asked with a playful smile on your face. Indeed, you weren’t that surprised. He could just greeted by your mom, climb the stairs like it was his place. He was your dad’s favourite, after all.

“Do I look like I’ve just broke into without your parents’ permission?” You rolled your eyes with a quiet snort. You would always open your window just for him, knowing that he would pay a visit like a creature of the night, ready to devour you.

A beautiful breeze coming through your window lingered ever so slowly over your bare legs while you gulped loudly. You patted the spot next to you on your bed and call out for him sweetly. “Just come here, I feel needy since you entered the room.”

Taking his place next to you, he shook his head in a motion showing his disbelief with a beautiful smile on his face. Once you felt his minty breath lingering on your face just centimetres away, his face clouded with sincere concern. “Dove, what happened?” He tilted your chin in order to find any traces of emotions lingered in your eyes. Without giving a proper answer, you brought your hand to his neck and played softly with his raven hair. “Why did you rush out of my parents’ house? Did they say anything to hurt you?” You couldn’t find courage in you to confront with his burning gaze. Instead you fixed your gaze on your bed and mumbled a soft “no” immediately after you felt tears started to adorn your cheeks like diamonds covered your delicate neck.

“My family never misses a chance to make me feel like I’m some sort of property, especially when I’m around you, and your family. I know, we are supposed to get married, and I appreciate that it’s you. However, just imagine I hadn’t fall in love with you since we met when we were in kindergarten? I want this to happen just because we are in love. I feel like everything slips out of my hand including my dreams of becoming a professor-” You felt out of breath when you were interrupted by a pair of soft lips. It made your head dizzy with the feeling of your mind slipping out of your head to wander around somewhere far away likely to be your dreamland.

There was no denying that everytime he looked into your eyes with his intense gaze, you felt you were burning in a hellfire. His affect on you was that immense. “Maybe my parents should adopt you. My dad likes you just fine.”

You didn’t realize when he made you lay on your back as he was towering over you with leaning on his one strong elbow to prevent crushing his weight over you. “No, Yoongi. I’m not settled for being your step sister.” You whispered with your closed eyes. Your dizzy mind refused to calculate passing minutes as you were enjoying sensations rushed through your veins. “I’m going to be your bride, don't you know that?”

"I'll take you as wife-" His breath hitched when he seemed to speak more to himself. "Just the thought of it makes me feel like I am the ruler of this whole fucking universe." You giggled as you leaned to peck his lips. With Yoongi around you, it was that easy for you to feel the happiest woman in the world even if you felt like you freaked out just seconds ago. He was notorious for being a grumpy cat for a reason, yet he was different with you. Definitely much more caring.

"Tell me Professor Min, would you let me attend your classes as a guest?" He whispered just above your ear as his fingers doing their magic below your prim and proper knee-length skirt, stroking your thighs possessively. "You know, I can be very beneficial for your academic research. Reproduction is something still so mysterious, we could find new evidences if we sacrifice ourselves to the science world."

"My mother wouldn't let me be one." Indeed, it was true. Following your dreams would never be on the silver plate that served for you. The only thing that they expected from you was to wrap this handsome man of yours around your finger. Little did they know was that he was already willing to die for you. "She prefers me to become a pretty little housewife."

"It would be a shame if I can't see you with cute glasses and tight formal skirts. I'd pass your classes with excellent grades-" He trailed his fingers on your covered pussy as he shamelessly spoke to your ear. "I'd be a good pet for my professor."

"What an encouraging husband we have here." You erotically whispered between your wet kisses along a way between his cheek to his jawline. Forgetting your parents' existence downstairs, he couldn't hold back a moan when his nostrils filled with sweet patchouli and rose essence lingering on your freshly shampooed hair.

Not that he cared, he would fight hell to hold you.

"You know I'd do anything to make you happy, my beautiful dove." You brought your thumb to his lips and softly stroke his bottom lip, he didn't lose any second to capture your thumb with his lips, slowly sucked it while his heated gaze fixed on your eyes.

"Then would you let me ride you?"

Without waiting for his response, you flipped him over and switched your positions in a heartbeat. He rested his arms under his head as he was anticipating your next move. You got rid of your panties hastily. Your soon-to-be husband boyfriend gave you a cheeky smile while you try to satiate the frustration between your legs onto his growing member covered by his expensive pants. "So this is the night I'm going to deflower you."

You wrapped your delicate hand around Yoongi's neck as you try to give him as pleasure as you could feel.

"Shut up. Just feel." As your mouth hung open from the immense pleasure you feel, Yoongi groped your waist just to make sure if he was still alive and this feeling he felt was not something he would put blame on his dirty imagination when it came to you. "You're saving it for your husband, huh? I see." When you tried to slap his chest with a growl he immediately got a grip of them and encaged between his large hands. He started to thrust up into you when you both feel you're not going to last.

Your whimpers exchanged between "yoongi" and "faster" right before you both reached your high.

"Feeling better?" He asked when he tried to catch his breathing. You giggled sweetly as you placed your figure right beside his body. "Yes."

[racinggirl]

racing hearts - chapter 1

a/n: chapter 1 is finally here! It took a while, but I really want to build it up slowly and have the plot be there. I love tension and angst and confident Lando so much. It might not be a lot of racing now, but it will happen later on. Don't worry.

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warnings: dark!lando, confident!lando, business!lando, nothing much really, just rich people stuff.

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prologue

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Olivia

‘’Now, let’s cut straight to what brought you here. Let’s talk business, shall we?’’

The sound of his deep, dark voice scattered goosebumps all over my body. The way his eyes were focussed on mine, his gaze so intense I could swear he looked straight into my soul.

‘’Of course,’’ I reached for a glass of water one of the well-dressed waiters offered. My fingers brushed against the cool glass, the cold sensation bringing me a second of relief before it vanished again. ‘’Harrington Enterprises is always looking to expand its horizons.’’

Lando Norris, twenty-eight years old and one of, if not the most successful person I’d ever meet. With his career in racing, in which he was fighting for championships, to Velocity Estates, his real-estate business that was the best of the best. Every celebrity, businessperson or even royals would name themselves one of his clients; he was a man that could do it all.

He nodded slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘’And what exactly do you envision, Olivia?’’ The way he said my name sent another wave of chills down my spine. ‘’What do you and your esteemed family hope to gain from this… collaboration?’’

I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze directly despite the nerves swirling inside of me. ‘’Our goal is simple,’’ I started, my voice steady as I gathered every bit of confidence I could find. ‘’We seek strategic partnerships that are mutually beneficial. We believe that combining your recourses with our expertise can create something truly extraordinary.’’

The corner of his mouth moved up another inch, but there was a darkness in his eyes that made my heart race. ‘’Mutually beneficial, you say? And what makes you so certain that your proposal is the one I should consider?’’  

My heart was full on beating against my chest, so hard I barely heard his voice over the loud drum in my ears. To say he was intimidating was an understatement. He looked like he could change the entire world in the blink of an eye. The confidence, paired with his looks; broad shoulders, a black suit that was tailored made for him, eyes so intense they could look straight through me, dark hair that fell over his head in a perfect but messy way. My mind wandered off to all the different ways my hands could be buried in his hair, tugging it, twirling my fingers around it…

A low shrug brought me back to reality, only to realise I had been staring at Lando for God knows how long. Shit, what was he talking about again? Right, mutually beneficial.

I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure. ‘’Because, Mr. Norris, Harrington Enterprises understands the value of innovation and importance of staying ahead of the curve. We’re not just another company; we are pioneers in our field.’’

His smirk deepened and he took a step closer, the space between us shrinking. I swallowed the nerves in my throat as I felt his body heat piercing through my clothes, warming my body in ways I had never experienced before.

‘’Innovation and staying ahead of the curve?’’ His voice was as smooth as silk, yet rough like a sharp diamond. I tilted my chin an inch higher, even if it was just to convince myself I wasn’t intimidated by this man in front of me. ‘’Bold claims, Olivia.’’ His voice was a whisper, standing inches away from me. I could feel his minty breath on my forehead, causing me to close my eyes for only a brief second. My breath came out as a shudder; being in close proximity of Lando Norris made my heart beat faster than it ever had before. My previous adrenaline rushes such as bungee jumping or paragliding were nothing compared to the way my heart thudded in my chest.

‘’I’ll think about it.’’ The way he spoke was so full of confidence, words so carefully chosen yet so out of the blue.

I opened my eyes after what felt like minutes, but was actually just a few seconds, only to see the perfectly tailored black suit disappear in the crowd of people, leaving my mind with a million thoughts. I replaced the glass of water I was holding with a champagne-filled one. I brought the edge of it to my lips and swallowed the sparkly liquid.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

Lando

The moment I turned away from Olivia, I could feel the intensity of her presence linger on my skin. The playful yet serious encounter buzzed through my veins, electric and alive. There was something about her that made the usual game of business negotiations feel like a boring race. She was poised, confident, and incredibly captivating – exactly the kind of challenges I thrived on.

Making my way through the crowd filled with the richest of the rich, I couldn’t shake the image of her determined eyes – she was here on a mission – and the way her voice had wavered ever so slightly, betraying the nerves she tried so hard to conceal. It was rare to find someone who could hold their own against me, who could meet my gaze without flinching, even if it was ever so slightly. And yet, there she was, standing her ground with a quiet fierceness that I couldn’t shake off me.

Olivia was right, Harrington Enterprises was a formidable opponent in the business world, and with creating a partnership nobody saw coming, we could beat every other competitor in the blink of an eye.

However, it wasn’t just Harrington Enterprises that intrigued me. Olivia Harrington was something else, and the five minutes we shared together already exposed that there was something deeper than just a casual business negotiation between us. There was a challenge, and if there’s one thing I loathed, it was losing.

As I maneuvered through the sea of overly dressed rich people, I couldn’t help but replay our conversation in my mind. Her determination and sharp intellect were impressive, but it was the subtle, almost imperceptible signs of vulnerability that fascinated me. The slight quiver in her voice, the way her eyes widened ever so slightly when our gazes locked – it all pointed to a deeper complexity beneath her perfect exterior. And that damn dress.

A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne, which I kindly declined. I needed a clear head tonight, there was no room for any slip ups or mistakes, ever. I spotted Nate Thompson across the room, his expression smug as always. Engaging in small talk with him wasn’t on my happy-things-to-do list, but as a business owner you had to make a few sacrifices here and there.

‘’Enjoying the evening, Nate?’’ I asked, keeping my tone light and casual.

‘’Always, Lando,’’ he replied with a grin. ‘’Quite the event, isn’t it?’’

‘’Indeed,’’ I said, my eyes scanning the room once more. ‘’And quite the crowd.’’ Pun intended.

Our conversation drifted to mundane topics, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Olivia had ignited a spark within me – a challenge, a curiosity, and something much deeper than a business negotiation. I knew I needed to tread carefully, but the thrill of the chase was something I couldn’t resist.

The gala was winding down, but I had no intention of leaving without another encounter with Olivia. I needed to see those determined eyes again, to hear the confidence in her voice, and to feel that spark – whether it was more that pure business for her – between us.

With a final nod to Nate, I excused myself and set off in search for her, my mind already racing with strategies and possibilities.

As I navigated through the crowd of people, my eyes finally landed on her. She was standing by the balcony, looking out at the city lights with an intensity that matched her earlier demeanour. Her emerald green dress floated around her legs, the wind moving her hair in such an elegant way. I approached her slowly, savouring the moment, the anticipation building with each step.

‘’Olivia,’’ I said, my voice low and deliberate.

She turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of surprise and something else – something I couldn’t quite place. ‘’Mr. Norris,’’ she replied, her voice steady but with a hint of that earlier vulnerability.

I stepped closer, the tension between us palpable. ‘’I’ve been thinking about our conversation,’’ I began, my gaze never wavering from hers. ‘’And I believe there’s more to discuss.’’

Her eyes flickered with a mix of curiosity and wariness. ‘’More to discuss?’’ she echoed.

I nodded, a slow smile spreading across my lips. ‘’Yes. I think we both know that this partnership has the potential to be extraordinary. But it’s not just about business, is it? There’s something else at play here.’’

For a moment, she said nothing, her eyes searching mine as if trying to decipher my true intentions – which she failed at, I was too good at my game. Then, with a small, almost imperceptible nod, she said, ‘’Yes, I suppose there is.’’

TAGLIST

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[minty-the-magic-man]

The trainer in question:

Her name is Maya, and she’s wearing the Cyber Style outfit.

Mnemosyne: “I dunno why it matters though, Zuzu wants us to move as soon as we’re ready.”

Zeus: “I’m sure any facility performing acts that are ethically questionable at best would want it well hidden. How you found it is a mystery to us.”

@xdertyh | Anonymous

[gemville]

Lab-Grown Diamonds, Ceramic and Recycled 18k Yellow Gold Bracelet by Minty Diamonds

Source: nationaljeweler.com

[busycloudy]

200 Follower Event!

"Welcome to Cloudy cafe, how may I be of service?"

DRINKS Coffee - Fluff Tea - Angst (Remember I'm still new to this) Latte - HC's FOOD Croissant - Cuddling Tarts - With someone that teases Cookies - Wearing their clothes Cupcakes - Baking with them Cheesecake - A relaxing night with them Tiramisu - Getting sick Donuts - In a flower field with them Carrot cake - Shopping with them Chocolate lava cake - Arguments Cannoli - Taking care of children Crème caramel - Apologies Muffin - They walk in to see you crying Brownie - Walking with them Cinnamon Rolls- More and more kisses(Are u kissing them repeatedly or is it the other way around?) LOLLIPOPS Rose - Riddle Rosehearts Club - Trey Clover Diamond - Cater Diamond Heart - Ace Trappola Spade - Deuce Spade Lion - Leona Kingscholar Hyena - Ruggie Bucchi Wolf - Jack Howl Octopus - Azul Ashengrotto Dorsal Fin - Jade Leech Tail Fin - Floyd Leech Headress - Kalim Al-Asim Cobra - Jamil Viper Crown - Vil Schoeinheit Huntsman - Rook Hunt Apple - Epel Felmeir Skull - Idia Shroud Soul - Ortho Shroud(Platonically!) Dragon - Malleus Draconia Bat - Lilia Vanrouge Lighting - Sebek Zigvolt Knight - Silver Cat - Chenya Fire - Grim(Platonically!) "Do choose wisely my dear..." The cafe (may) close on November 25th ----------------------------------- A/N: Thank you, stars so, so much for 200 followers! This journey has been an amazing one, and the people I've met along the way have been even better! You all mean the world to me and I hope you have a sunny day! Request Rules TAGS @silvers-numberonefan @eynnwwyjth @dove-da-birbb @angelhairpastawithherbs @red-viewe @twistwonderlanddevotee @citrusitonit @queen-shiba @duskymrel @the-banana-0verlord @krenenbaker @azulashengrottospiano @v-anrouge @haruhar-u @leonistic @xxoomiii @edith-is-apparently-a-cat@saturnslastgoodbyes @moonlitnyx @hydra-sea @xen-blank @officialdaydreamer00 @minty-bubblegum

[arty-e]

🎶 On the twelfth day of twinkmas my true love sent to me divorce… My best friends wife, a shy messenger, two twink husbands, a scarred seven of hearts, a pretty mage girl, very hunky diamond, a cute doctor girl, horny BIL, a tiny star boy, a knitting little guy and a minty green they/them 🎵

For context the cards discord HATES Coral and want Dylan to divorce her so bad, so their way of coping is chucking short men at him to fall in love with. We’ve all agreed that Dylan is bi but is completely unaware he is bi until his midlife crisis.

Noah (1st twink) belongs to redpenvic on the cards discord

[glittercakes]

If the Sparklas modeled for a famous fashion house specialized in perfumes, which names and notes would their iconic perfumes have and how would the bottles of the respective perfumes look like?

Sarasaland Scents Presents: The Sparkla Collection!

Brenda/Swordfighter: Slice of Heaven (a floral perfume with notes of rose and gladiolus in a rose-shaped bottle)

Austin/Cowgirl: Desert Wild (an earthy perfume with notes of cactus, sandalwood, and straw in a barrel-shaped bottle)

Patty/Patissiere: Triple Berry Parfait (a sweet perfume with notes of strawberry, blueberry, and raspberry in a cupcake-shaped bottle)

Kage/Ninja: Moonlight (an earthy/floral perfume with notes of cherry blossom and hinoki wood in a moon-shaped bottle)

Robaire/Dashing Thief: Stolen Heart (a woody perfume with notes of mahogany and blackwood in a diamond-shaped bottle)

Sherman/Detective: A Quiet Moment (a citrus perfume with notes of green tea and lemon in an upside down magnifying glass-shaped bottle)

Hiro/Mighty: Kickstart (a spicy perfume with notes of cayenne pepper and cinnamon in a rocket-shaped bottle)

Wu Xie/Kung Fu: Eastern Wind (a floral perfume with notes of plum blossom, orchid, and chrysanthemum in a cylinder-shaped bottle)

Isa/Figure Skater: Winter Wonderland (a floral/minty perfume with notes of poinsettia and peppermint in a snowflake-shapes bottle)

Marissa/Mermaid: Tropical Breeze (a fruity perfume with notes of coconut and pineapple in a conch-shaped bottle)

Coming to Stores Nowhere Near You!

(Disclaimer: Glittercakes is not a perfumer and in fact has pretty much no knowledge of what makes a good perfume at all. Do not come at her in the notes of this post with “Um, actually, these scents clash and a perfume with those would smell really bad!” She knows.)

[two-sides-halved]

"... good lird"

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK EIGHT LINEUP

We did it! Finally. Week Seven is complete, and we can move on to greener pastures - by which I mean we can slog our way through a new 'Week'! I can't think of anything funny to say here right now so let's just get into it.

Norah Jakobs - The Nice House On The Lake

Jaehee Yoo - Let Dai

Graham Ness Payser, the Pacesetter - Toontown: Corporate Clash

Amaya - The Dragon Prince

Lottie Matthews - Yellowjackets

Clippy - Microsoft Word

Gren - The Dragon Prince

Kafuka Fuura - Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei

Piers - Golden Sun

Ron - The Who Was? Show

Tohru Honda - Fruits Basket

Nightcrawler - X-men

Henriette de Pusay - Les Colombes du Roi-Soleil

Monsieur Tidbits - The Who Was? Show

Hariham Harry - Hugtto Precure

Chief - Animal Crossing

Venti - Genshin Impact

Geraldine - The Who Was? Podcast

Quote - Cave Story

Bait - The Dragon Prince

Dale Gribble - King of the Hill

Drizzt Do'Urden - Dungeons and Dragons - Forgotten Realms

Clytie Van Gogh - Fate/Grand Order

Madoka - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Boston - Only Friends: The Series

Count Olaf - A Series of Unfortunate Events

Phosphophyllite - Houseki no Kuni

Battler - Umineko When They Cry

Mona Lisa Vito - My Cousin Vinny

Medic - Team Fortress 2

Gus - Sweet Tooth

Apollo Justice - Ace Attorney

Twigleg the Homunculus - Dragon Rider

Thirteen - Obey Me!

Daisy Buchanan - The Great Gatsby

John Yossarian - Catch-22

Hikari Kuina - Alice in Borderland

Jintetsu - Kurogane

Fantine - Les Misérables

Telemain - Enchanted Forest Chronicles

Mahiru Shiina - MILGRAM

Garroth - Mystreet / Minecraft Diaries

Nami - Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons

Amethyst Heart - Magical Warrior Diamond Heart

The Amazing Karnak - Ride the Cyclone

Marvin - Falsettos

Hearthstone - Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

M.X.E.S. - Five Nights At Freddy's

Draco Malfoy - A Very Potter Musical

Zombie Cleo - Hermitcraft & Traffic Life

Henry the Duck - 36 Questions

Lazarus - Ribbon Rabbit Daycare

Jeff - Doors

Almoral - Biz Mart

Prince Blueblood - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Maya Fey - Ace Attorney

Amanda Young - Saw

Molli Pop - Candies n Curses

Deckard Cain - Diablo

Zee - Total Drama Island

Hiura Erika - The Night Beyond The Tricornered Window

Takuto Maruki - Persona 5 Royal

Emma - Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race

Perona - One Piece

Noah - Total Drama

Gin Ibushi - Your Turn to Die/Kimi ga Shine

Cody - Total Drama

Kitty - Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race

Torchic - Pokémon

Amaya - The Dragon Prince

Guido - Cars

Mecha Mountie - Death Road to Canada

Oliver - Vocaloid

Yuki Takeya - School-Live

Eric Cartman - South Park

Harold - Total Drama

K.K. Slider - Animal Crossing

Shawn - Total Drama: Pahkitew Island

Spinel - Steven Universe

Junior - Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race

Applejack - My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

Fluttershy - My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

Wayne & Raj - Total Drama Island 2023

Mimikyu - Pokémon

Frye - Splatoon 3

Millie - Total Drama Island 2023

Ghetsis - Pokémon

Chef Hatchet - Total Drama

Minty - My Little Pony

The Arcanist - Flight Rising

Maud Pie - My Little Pony Friendship is Magic

Zell - Animal Crossing

Coco - Animal Crossing

Pearl - Splatoon 2

Big Man - Splatoon 3

Torachi - King of Prism

Bill Cipher - Gravity Falls

Sailor Venus - Sailor Moon

Kyubey - Madoka Magica

Mikan Shiratama - PriPara

Herobrine - Minecraft

[the-hedge-has-thorns]

Stars in the Night Sky

He reeked of gin and olives, and of another woman's perfume.

I was at the door with a dirty martini in hand, the purple dress he'd always favored, and dinner on the table. The model wife.

I kissed his cheek and guided him to the dinner table where he could drink his martini while I served his food.

He loosened his tie, returned the kiss to my cheek, and I felt his lips burn with the memory of another woman. I served. His food. As his audience. As a soundtrack to a one-sided conversation.

"Daisy?" he called, snapping his fingers.

I blinked, taking in his cleaned plate and empty glass. He appeared to be waiting for something, but I had lost track of the conversation. It wasn't hard to do, he rarely spoke of anything that held real importance. I sipped the one glass of wine he allowed me with dinner to gather my thoughts. "Whatever you think is best, dear."

He seemed pleased with my response. Not unusual - he preferred when I deferred to him rather than voice any of my thoughts. I stood and picked up a dish to offer it in his direction. "Seconds, dear?"

*****

I sat on the edge of the bed, still in my dress and heels, wearing the diamond necklace he'd gifted me for our 10th anniversary. It matched my engagement ring, and the diamond earrings for our 5th anniversary. I'd always liked pearls better, but he liked the way the lights struck the diamonds when we were out.

The noise of him in the bathroom drifted away as I looked out our window, to the neighbor. With just the right angle I could peer down into a corner of their living room. They were dancing. More in love than I had ever felt.

"Daisy."

I pulled away from the fantasy.

His mouth crushed over my own before I could speak, crushing the words from my mouth. His tongue forced in, scraping out the syllables. "I missed you. I need this." Minty words breathed into my lungs.

Of course he did. I was a creature born to satiate.

A mother's need to love something in a marriage falling apart. A father's need to love something unstained. A husband's need for the perfect image, and a complacent thing to fuck.

His fingers circled my nipple through the dress, hardening at the touch. He liked me in purple. I preferred red. Purple was a compromise for a good mood.

"Turn around," he commanded.

I stood and turned, catching a glimpse of his nakedness. At the start, I had been attracted to him. Someone that was outside of the world my family was entangled with. I'd never have to worry about scrubbing blood out of his clothes, or mending bullet holes. Or be worried the next phone call was going to be from prison collect.

Over the years, as he collected lipstick colors and new perfumes, I'd grown repulsed. Sickened at the grip of his fingers on my hips, and the slap of his skin on mine. It'd turned my stomach.

Now... well, it didn't matter anymore. I was perfect. Untouchable. Unattainable. The stars in the night sky.

"Can you shut the lights off?" The darkness helped. Made things softer, and easier to imagine things were different.

He didn't move. He shoved my legs apart and I stumbled as he hiked up my skirt to feel my wetness. "Always ready for me," he murmured against the back of my neck.

My thoughts slipped, clattered down the rungs of sin until it was another man's hands drawing down the zipper of my dress so it puddled around my heels. Another man's hands unhooking my garters and cupping my breasts as he bent me over the bed. Another man filling me.

I was grateful I'd snuck several pulls from the bottle of wine when he'd left me to clean the kitchen. The soft, low buzz made the imagining easier. I'd long since stopped trying to guide for any of my own pleasure, but I dreamed.

The other man didn't have a face, or a name. But that was fine. Less disappointment when even the dreams inevitably began to fade and lost their luster.

He moaned, his pace picking up.

I couldn't feel him inside me though.

Tonight, I didn't feel anything at all.

He finished quickly. I realized too little, too late, he hadn't used a condom when I felt the heat dripping down my thighs. My stomach bucked as I straightened, turned to kiss his cheek, and make my way to the bathroom.

It still smelled. I flicked the fan on, the hum and the sound of the water drowning out the small noise that left me. A whimper. I wet a rag and cleaned myself and tried not to think of the consequences of his decision.

I slipped on my nightgown, stripped the makeup from my face and padded back out into the bedroom where he was in bed already. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I felt him move behind me.

"I think we're going to have to cut the wine out. It looks like you might have put on a few pounds." He spoke the words casually. "Now let's go to bed. I have an early morning and probably a late night at the office again."

"Of course, dear." Shifting, I laid down next to him, feeling the bed shift again as he rolled to face away from me. It was the only thing I felt as the stars glittered through my window, out of reach.