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[hamilando]

ੈ✩ is it kesha? becky? (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : charles leclerc x reader

tw : fluff; chaos, mentions of cheating

fc : lily-rose depp

a/n : this was requested by @josephqunnies I hope you like it and thank you so much for supporting me ! lysm 🫶🏻 AND YES, ITS NOKIA IN THE TITLE

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roseyn yup, those flowers weren't for me

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user1 y'all, posting this between cheating rumors.....

user2 is this an unhinged post or ....

user3 WE NEED CLEAR EXPLANATIONS MA'AM

user4 she is smiling in the pic, so idk

user5 this is all so confusing

user6 why would she post charles if he was cheating

user7 charles is even liking her posts !!!!

user8 so is arthur and lorenzo

user9 so did he actually cheat or did he not ?

user10 lord, give us a sign

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roseyn thank you, NEXT

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user1 yup, he definitely cheated

user2 AT 4AM ???? THANK YOU NEXT ???

user3 charles messed up real bad

user4 i am here for the tea era

user5 my parents divorced :(

user6 this is so random but I feel this is a prank

user7 is it like April ?

user8 it's literally october 😭

user9 ig cheaters cheat

user10 hoopers hoop, drivers drive, cheaters cheat

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f1wagnews Amid cheating rumors, Charles Leclerc was seen attending Wimbledon with someone other than his girlfriend, Y/N Rose

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user1 so its true huh

user2 didn't realize i was supporting an cheater

user3 i thought it was a prank

user4 didn't expect that from charles

user5 why does the girl look too similar ?

user6 lowkey charles being into curly hair

user7 first a curly hair teammate and now curly hair gf

user8 i feel so bad for yn

user9 why is lorenzo's wife smiling at charles when he is clearly with his mistress !?!?!

user10 this is so messed up

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roseyn may i present the side chick

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user1 YN 😭 !!!!!

user2 oh lord, she really brewed a rumor over bromance

user3 she said i have had enough of bromance

user4 cant believe we fell for charles cheating rumors

user5 it was lewis all along !?

charlesleclerc merci for clearing my name

roseyn your fault for not buying me sushi 🫶🏻

user6 not yn fooling us all and having a laugh

user7 i cant imagine charles or lewis's face '

user8 the second pic 😭😭

user9 why is lewis peaking like that into the car

lewishamilton next time you're hungry, please contact me instead of giving my team a heart attack

roseyn 🩵🩵

user10 lewis is having a meltdown over the pictures realised

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f1wagnews the side chick was none other than his own teammate, Lewis Hamilton

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user1 lewis in his long hair era !?!?!?

user2 knew it that the person looked familiar

user3 that's one great laugh there

user4 imagine getting involved in cheating rumors with your own teammate

user5 ferrari admin going crazy

user6 ferrari legal team suing yn frfr

user7 just because yn was hungry at 4am

user8 welp, we all got mini heart attacks

user9 lewis needs to wear a dress now and go out with charles

user10 they said bromance over romance

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[meropeeonmee]

CHAPTER 1: THE LEAK

Description: A leaked demo reignites the internet’s obsession with a pop star’s rumored romance with an NFL quarterback—and exposes the heartbreak they both tried to bury.

Authors note: I definitely see Fernanda’s teenage phase being filled with Olivia Rodrigo-type songs, which is why I chose one of those as one of the first songs she “wrote.” She would get messier as she grows up—pop culture back then was messy AF, and we all know it.

Ps: The guy she is dating recently in this chapter is not joe 👀

Have any thoughts you’d like to share? Just head to my account and click ‘Share Your Thoughts’, I’d love to hear your insights and suggestions!”

PREVIOUS CHAPTER !

MASTERLIST

2012 - 2014 | Her journey entering the music industry

Fernanda Letrán was seventeen now. A name just starting to echo in the right rooms. A voice that was becoming less of a local secret and more of an online fascination. She was writing full songs. Spending weekends in a real studio. Trying not to lose her head over the word “debut.”

But if you told her fifteen-year-old self—hell, even her nine-year-old self stomping through the living room in rhinestone boots—that she’d be making an actual album? She’d laugh. And then believe you.

Because even back then, the dream wasn’t just a dream. It was hers. Messy, impossible, delusional—but fully, stubbornly hers.

She never saw herself becoming famous. She didn’t grow up obsessed with the spotlight, didn’t dream of red carpets or magazine covers. She just wanted to be heard. Maybe get a degree, teach music, sing at open mics on Friday nights. Quiet, happy. Uncomplicated.

She wasn’t supposed to be known. She just wanted to exist—loudly, maybe. But nothing more.

Until Talent Night.

It was 2012, and she was fifteen. Sophomore year. The school was hosting its annual fundraising show—Class Acts: A Christmas Night Special, or something equally tacky—and it had the same predictable chaos every year.

Girls in glittery reindeer antlers dancing to “Jingle Bell Rock.” Boys in varsity jackets performing ironic rap sets about how school was killing their creativity. A magician with nerves and a lopsided hat.

Fernanda didn’t plan to join. Not until Ava dared her to. “Come on, sing Beyoncé. Shut the whole place down.”

So she did.

She walked onto that creaky auditorium stage in a borrowed dress and trembling flats, clutching the mic like it might electrocute her.

And then she started singing.

Love On Top.

Not the easy version. The full vocal marathon—modulations and all. She cracked on the third key change, but no one cared. She was beaming. Beaming like it was the most alive she’d ever felt. Like her voice was pulling light out of the room.

By the final note, her classmates were on their feet. Phones in the air. The kind of reaction that sticks in your ribs forever.

Someone posted the video on YouTube that night. Just shaky footage from a Nokia. It got 90,000 views in less than a month.

She ignored the first email that came in—a scout from L.A. saying he “saw something in her.” Weird. Probably fake. Delete.

But then came a second one. This time from a small-but-legit record label just ten minutes from her town. No promises. Just: We’d love to hear more from you.

That was the shift. The click.

She showed the email to her mom, who read it twice and whispered, “But you’re still finishing school.” Classic.

But Fernanda knew something had changed. She started writing after classes. Recording on weekends. Doing homework on the studio floor.

She was fifteen, and her world suddenly felt way too small.

Two years later—July 7, 2014—she’d release Burnbook Baby, an album made of teenage chaos and glittery spite.

But here, in this flashback moment, she’s just a girl in a quiet bedroom.

Staring at an email.

Wearing headphones.

Rewinding that Beyoncé bridge for the third time.

And letting herself believe—for the first time ever—

Maybe I’m actually good at this.

—

December 2012 | Morning after the talent night

The hallway buzzed the way it always did on Monday mornings—half-asleep sneakers scuffing tile, locker doors slamming, gum smacking louder than it needed to. But something about this Monday was different.

Fernanda felt it before she heard it. That slow, shifting energy. The way people turned to look twice. Not in a mean way. Just… curious. Like they were noticing her for the first time.

She was halfway to her locker when someone called out—

“Yo, Fernanda!”

She turned. It was Jason Meyer from 10th grade. She barely knew him, but there he was, grinning and holding up his iPod Touch like it was evidence.

“You snapped on that Beyoncé cover,” he said. “Saw it on YouTube last night. My sister sent it to me—she thought you were, like, on The X Factor or something.”

Fern blinked. “Wait, what?”

Jason nodded. “You’re at, like, thirty thousand views. Probably more now.”

Before she could even respond, two other students passed her and whispered, not exactly quietly—

“That’s the girl from the video.”

“She did Love On Top, right?”

Another girl—Claire something, one of the juniors who wore winged eyeliner like armor—actually stopped her near the stairwell.

“Hey,” Claire said. “That was insane. You seriously sounded better than half the girls on the radio.”

Fern fumbled for something to say. “Thanks… I guess?”

“You should, like, get signed or something.”

The words landed heavy. They echoed longer than they should’ve.

By the time she made it to her locker, her palms were sweaty and her brain was buzzing like she just drank three Red Bulls.

And then—

“You’re walking like you’ve been nominated for a Grammy,” came a voice behind her.

Fernanda turned to find Ava, holding a too-sweet iced coffee and wearing that I-know-everything-about-you smirk she always had.

“Not funny,” Fern muttered, fumbling with her locker combo.

“You’re basically famous.”

“I have thirty thousand views. That’s not famous.”

“In this school it is.” Ava leaned against the locker beside hers. “I mean, you’re already a hallway legend. People are saying you might, like, go somewhere with this.”

“‘Go somewhere’ is so vague it hurts.”

“I’m serious!” Ava said. “This could be it. The beginning. The movie montage moment. Fame. Fortune. Breakdown. Comeback. Oscars.”

Fern shot her a look. “I’m not even wearing mascara.”

“Exactly. You’re raw. Authentic. You’re in your Lana Del Rey Tumblr era and it hasn’t even started yet.”

Fern laughed, but quietly. It was all too much. Too weird. She didn’t hate it. But she didn’t quite know what to do with it, either.

—

December 2012 | Kitchen table, late evening

The email sat open on the cracked screen of Fernanda’s phone. Subject line: We’d love to meet you.

She stared at it for a long time, her heart doing that thing it did when she performed—loud and hard and fast. She hadn’t told anyone yet. Not even Ava. Not even her little brother, who liked to stand outside her door and listen to her sing like it was a podcast.

She picked up the phone and quietly slid it across the kitchen table.

Her mom was wiping down the counter in her robe, humming something low under her breath. She glanced over, then dried her hands and picked up the phone.

“What’s this?”

“Just read it.”

She did. Her eyes moved slowly, carefully, like she didn’t want to misread something important.

When she finished, she set the phone down.

“They saw your performance?”

Fernanda nodded. “Someone posted the video, and it just… kind of blew up. I didn’t think anything would come out of it, but… this is the second email I’ve gotten. This one’s real. They’re local. They want to meet.”

Her mom stayed quiet for a beat.

“Do you want to go?”

“I think I do.” She bit her lip. “I really, really do.”

Her mom pulled out the chair across from her and sat down.

“You know we believe in you, right? Always have. Your dad and I, we’ve seen it. The way you light up when you sing. The way you shut your door and stay up writing songs until midnight when you think no one hears. We hear you, Fern.”

Fernanda blinked fast. She didn’t expect that part to sting.

“But you also have to understand,” her mom said gently, “this kind of opportunity—it’s not a guarantee. There are a million talented girls out there chasing the same thing. Some of them have been chasing it for years. And even with the talent, and the voice, and the heart… most don’t make it.”

Fernanda looked down at her chipped nail polish.

“I know.”

“I’m not saying you won’t,” her mom continued. “I’m saying… dream big. But don’t lose the rest of your life in the process. You still have school. You still have your future. You don’t have to give everything up for this. If it’s meant for you, it’ll make space.”

Fernanda’s throat tightened.

“I’m not trying to get famous,” she whispered. “I just… want to try.”

Her mom reached across the table and squeezed her hand.

“Then try. We’ll figure it out. But I’m serious—straight A’s don’t disappear just because a studio noticed you. You still need to be able to stand on your own, with or without a mic.”

Fernanda smiled, finally. A little teary, but lit up from the inside.

“Deal,” she said.

Her mom smiled back. “Good. Now go finish your math homework. You’re not going to that meeting looking dumb.”

Fernanda was curled up in bed, hugging her pillow like it might keep her grounded. Her room was dark, lit only by the soft blue glow of her fairy lights and the bright screen of her phone. Ava’s face appeared, grainy and too close to the camera.

“What’s the emergency?” Ava asked. “I was halfway through my geometry breakdown.”

“I got another email.”

Ava blinked. “From who? The weird scam guy again?”

“No. A real studio,” Fern said, holding her phone up like it was radioactive. “Here. In town. They saw my Talent Night video. They want to meet.”

There was a beat of silence. Then—

Ava screamed. Loud. Piercing. “FERNANDA.”

“Shhh!” Fern hissed, glancing at her bedroom door. “My mom just went to sleep!”

“I don’t care, you’re gonna be famous,” Ava whisper-screamed. “Oh my God. This is it. This is how it starts. This is the opening scene of your documentary!”

Fern buried her face in the pillow. “Don’t say that. I’m already spiraling.”

“Spiral upward, babe.”

“I’m serious. What if I go and they hate me? What if I open my mouth and sound like a goat?”

“You don’t sound like a goat. You sound like Beyoncé’s rebellious niece.”

Fern snorted. “Stop.”

“Start packing your bags for the Grammys. I’ll come as your plus-one and cry dramatically in the crowd when you win Best Breakup Anthem.”

Fern went quiet for a second, her voice softer now. “I’m scared, Ava. What if I’m not ready?”

“Okay,” Ava said gently, “but what if you are?”

Fern swallowed.

“Besides,” Ava added, “you’ve been doing this forever. Since third grade talent shows. Since you made me harmonize with you at recess when I couldn’t even sing.”

“You still can’t,” Fern mumbled.

“Rude. But true.”

Fern smiled, biting the edge of her thumb.

“I’m gonna do it,” she said suddenly. “I’m actually gonna go.”

Ava’s eyes widened. “Okay. Okay! Fernanda, this is insane.”

Fern laughed. “Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“When I get famous… like, real famous… don’t let me turn into one of those stuck-up girls who only drinks coconut water and forgets who her best friend is.”

Ava grinned. “Please. I’m gonna be the one blackmailing you with cringey screenshots and old photos.”

Then softer:

“Just… don’t forget me when you get famous, okay?”

Fern’s chest ached in the best way. “Never. You’re coming with me.”

“Good. Because I already picked my red carpet dress.”

They both dissolved into laughter. And under it all, Fern felt it — that strange, electric hum in her bones that whispered:

This is where everything starts.

—

December 2012 | A week after receiving the email

The office looked like it used to be a dentist’s clinic. There were scuff marks on the walls, a dying plant in the corner, and a couch that squeaked every time she shifted. Still, Fernanda sat with her back straight and her best jeans on — the ones with the rhinestones on the back pockets. Her mom sat beside her, purse clutched in her lap like they were waiting for test results.

The door opened with a ding, and in walked Greg.

Button-down, untucked. Coffee in hand. Slightly frazzled, in that too-many-open-tabs kind of way.

“You must be Fernanda,” he said, grinning wide, eyes kind.

She nodded, stood, shook his hand like she’d Googled how to do it. Firm. One pump. Smile, don’t stare.

“I’ve been watching that video of you singing Beyoncé all week,” he said, guiding them into the conference room. “My wife said she cried. She never cries.”

Fern flushed. “Thank you. That night was… kinda crazy.”

“It went viral on someone’s mom’s Facebook,” he laughed. “We had it sent to us by three separate interns. That’s not nothing.”

Inside, the conference room was cramped, walls lined with faded vinyls and one framed Paramore poster. On the table sat a blue folder. She eyed it.

The contract.

Her stomach flipped.

Greg sat down across from her and opened his laptop. “Okay, so here’s what I see: You’ve got tone. You’ve got phrasing. You’ve got eyes that look like you mean what you sing. You’re young, which means you’ve got time to evolve. But you’ve also got urgency — like if you don’t sing this stuff, your head might explode.”

He looked at her directly.

“That’s rare. And I want it on this label.”

Her mom cleared her throat. “We’re… obviously new to all this.”

Greg nodded, patient. “Of course. We’re a small label. No promises of superstardom here. But we do development. Voice training. Cowriting. You’ll learn. And if you’re serious, I want to start you now.”

He slid the folder across the table. Her name was typed across the front.

FERNANDA LETRÁN — DEVELOPMENT CONTRACT.

She stared at it.

This wasn’t a dream anymore.

She reached out, hand trembling slightly, and flipped the cover open.

Greg grinned. “It’s the smallest big decision of your life.”

—

February 2013 | Bedroom, late evening

She wasn’t planning on writing a song that night.

She just couldn’t sleep. Her head was still replaying the afternoon in his car — feet on the dashboard, his hand lazily brushing her thigh as he hummed some country song she didn’t know the words to. He said she looked cute in his hoodie. She nearly ascended.

Now here she was: 15, sprawled on her bedroom floor in that same hoodie, knees bent, ponytail messy, heart full. Her notebook was open on her lap, lined paper already full of scribbles, Sharpie hearts, and doodled “F + ??” in the corner.

She was supposed to be writing a verse for vocal coaching.

Instead, she whispered into her phone mic:

“Drivin’ on the right-side road… he says I’m pretty wearin’ his clothes…”

She paused. Grinned.

God, that was good.

She wrote like she was high on sugar and butterflies. Like her chest was full of helium. Every word came faster than the last — no overthinking, just feeling. Giggling every time she got too honest.

“And he laughs at all my jokes…”

“Says I’m so American…”

“Oh God, I’m gonna marry him if he keeps this shit up…”

She clapped a hand over her mouth. Too much. Way too much.

But she didn’t stop.

Because it was real. She’d never felt like this before — this giddy, this soft, this bold. The way he looked at her when she corrected his grammar. The way he kissed her shoulder at red lights. The way he texted her “you make me nervous” and she thought she might explode.

This wasn’t a breakup song.

It was a pre-wedding fantasy. It was dumb. It was messy. It was hers.

By 1:17 a.m., she had a full demo.

She recorded it under a blanket in her closet, whisper-singing into her earbuds, blushing at her own lyrics like a character in a coming-of-age movie.

She titled the voice memo:

so american demo lol dont listen

And immediately sent it to Ava.

Fern: wdyt???

ava: wait are you IN LOVE??

fern: maybe. shut up.

ava: drop it rn before someone else writes it first.

—

March 2013 | Record label studio meeting

The office smelled like burnt coffee and printer paper. Fernanda sat on the couch with her knees pulled up, laptop open on her lap, fingers hovering over the trackpad like it might explode. Her heart thudded.

Greg — her A&R — sat behind the desk in a hoodie and headphones around his neck, checking email with one hand and balancing a Red Bull in the other. Chill. Too chill.

“You look like you’re about to confess to a murder,” he said without looking up.

“I kind of am.”

He raised an eyebrow.

Fern shifted. “I made a song. Like, on my own. In my closet. Don’t judge the audio—like, seriously, I sang it into my old Apple headphones and the fan was on and it’s not EQ’d or anything—”

“Fern.”

“What.”

“Just play the damn thing.”

She swallowed and hit the spacebar.

The room filled with the muffled heartbeat of the demo. The guitar was looped from GarageBand. The vocals were slightly too loud. There was a pause after the second chorus where she forgot the lyrics and whispered “shit” under her breath before going on.

But still—

And he says I’m so American / Oh God, I’m gonna marry him…

Greg didn’t move.

Not when the song stuttered. Not when her voice cracked. He just leaned back slowly in his chair, one hand over his mouth, watching her like he was seeing her for the first time.

When it ended, Fern quickly said, “It’s dumb, I know, it’s just a teenage thing—”

“Shut up.”

“…what?”

Greg pointed at her. “You’re fifteen and you wrote that by yourself?”

Fern nodded, blinking.

“Jesus Christ.”

He stood up, pacing once behind the desk. “Okay. Okay. So it’s rough. But it’s real. It’s got that ‘she’s-about-to-blow-up’ energy. That unfiltered bedroom pop angst. You’re singing like you’re in love and you’re gonna die if he doesn’t text you back. It’s perfect.”

Fern stared at him. “So… you like it?”

Greg turned to her with a grin.

“We’re recording this properly.”

Inbox: Fernanda Letrán

Subject: So American – Official Recording Session

From: Greg.MusicDept@WildHollowRecords.com

To: FernandaLetran.Official@gmail.com

Let’s cut “So American” this Friday at 4pm. Bring your notebook. Bring your chaos. If this hits right, we’re dropping it by Valentine’s Day. Let’s make your first real heartbreak anthem.

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Nokia ib: nokia by drake please listen while you read :) tashi x fem reader part 2 here

cw: nsfw (18+), fingering, public sex (kinda), drunk sex

stop teasing me, yeah, what? stop teasing me

Tashi could recognize you anywhere. In a crowded room of hot and sweaty bodies, music blasting. Several of her senses were impaired but she still spotted you from the moment you walked in.

Opium was the hot spot for who’s who every friday night, so no surprise she was there. The question was why were you there? The studious college student she had met all those months ago who rarely partied.

You and Tashi had met after she came to talk at your university. She talked about the ups and downs of her career as a tennis player turned tennis couch turned entrepreneur. There were also rumors that she was going through a divorce, but the carefully curated line of questioning seemed to avoid that topic.

After the talk a few girls hung back for the chance to talk to Tashi and take pictures. You were last in line so it was just you and Tashi left in the auditorium.

You can’t even remember what dumb question you asked her but you can remember the insta and connection you felt to her. It was like magic. If magic existed, that was the closest you’d ever come to it.

You also remember the fateful words Tashi said, “I have a few hours before my next meeting, did you want to get lunch?”

She said lunch yet no food was eaten. But I guess technically you did eat something else…

So she had you sign an NDA and sent you on your way, not thinking she’d see you again.

Surprised was an understatement, but she kept her face neutral as she watched you like a hawk as the night went on.

She didn’t even want to come out that night but Patrick had begged her. Saying that he’d been playing well lately and deserved a break. She was fully opposed, insisting that he go with Art instead. But Art offered to stay home with Lily, saying that “You deserve to have some fun too.”

So here she was. Standing at a high top table, watching her ex-hookup on the dance floor. You came with your friends but as far as Tashi was concerned you were the only one on the dance floor.

Patrick came back with some drinks from the bar. He smirks watching Tashi with her eyes on you. “If you stare hard enough you’ll turn her into stone.”

She side eyes Patrick, her face unamused, “Fuck off.”

He sips his drink and then he realizes, “Wait a minute…you so wanna fuck her!”

Tashi tilts her head to the side before she takes a sip of her drink, “I thought age was supposed to improve critical thinking skills.”

He analyses her face for a second more, “No you’re right I was wrong,” He takes a step closer to her whispering in her ear, “You already fucked her didn’t you?” He watches Tashi face for a moment. Still unmoving, no reaction to the words he said.

He nods to himself, “Good luck with that.” And with that he picks up his drink and walks into the crowd.

She scoffs sipping her drink again. She turns back to look at you again only to lock eyes with you. You were staring right back at her.

She holds your eye contact. You break it to start grinding on the next guy that approaches you.

So that’s how this was gonna be. Fine.

Throughout the night Tashi had been approached by so many different guys and girls she couldn’t even keep track of their names. Stacy? Becky? Keisha? Ellie? Dani? Doesn’t matter.

Sneaking glances in the middle of making small talk to people she wasn’t even interested in. She just hoped you were paying attention to her the same way she was paying attention to you.

And you were.

But you were definitely teasing her. Dancing on whoever showed you even a little interest. Grinding, shaking ass, whatever the music called for, and she watched it all. Wishing it was her instead.

But Tashi wasn’t one to play games for long.

She watched as you whispered in the ear of the girl you were dancing on before you parted ways, making your way to the bathroom. None of your friends following you which would be a little concerning if you were alone but worked out perfectly for Tashi.

She followed a few steps behind you. There were single bathrooms. You didn’t notice until there was a hand stopping you from closing the bathroom door shut. You make eye contact before Tashi slams the door behind her.

“You think this is a game?” is the first out of Tashi’s mouth.

You let out a huff from your nose, smiling while you pull your panties down from under your dress. You make direct eye contact with her as you piss, “I mean this has been pretty fun for me, so if you want to think of it as a game, sure. But you’re the one getting played.”

You wipe and flush the toilet before moving to wash your hands. Tashi steps closer until she’s directly behind you, pressing up against your back.

She leans in closer, making eye contact with you in the bathroom mirror over the sink, “Let’s not forget whose name you were moaning out like a slut three weeks ago,” She whispers in your ear.

You can help the wave of pleasure that washes you over you as you reminisce your time previously spent with Tashi. The way she ate you out like she was performing surgery, meticulous and effective. You’ve never finished so fast before.

“That was a lifetime ago,” You dismiss her, breaking eye contact to turn off the faucet. You’re about to reach down to pull up your panties until Tashi moves her hand under your dress. She finds your hole, teasing the pad of her middle finger against your entrance.

You suck in a sharp breath through your nose.

“Seems like someone’s remembering now huh?” She says, smug as ever. Then she’s pushing her finger in. Nice and easy, considering how wet you are.

You go to rest your hands on the bathroom counter, letting your head fall forward. But that doesn’t last long. Tashi’s hand runs up the nape of your neck, fisting a handful hair. This effectively pulls your head up, causing you to make eye contact in the mirror once again.

She adds another finger, “I want you to watch yourself fall apart on my fingers, so you don’t forget this time.”

You bite your lip trying to stay quiet until Tashi starts curling her fingers,

pressing up against your g-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck Tashi,” You whine as she keeps pumping her fingers in and out.

“Touch yourself,” She spits out, keeping up her pace.

You move your hand down to rub at the bundle of nerves, enhancing the pleasure your feeling. You’re not sure how much longer you can last.

There’s a banging on the bathroom door, probably someone who needs to go but there are several single bathrooms on this floor.

“Tell them it’s occupied,” She whispers in your ear while picking up the pace.

You clear your throat, about to speak until you can feel the rush of your orgasm sweeping over you, “Ah fuck baby, I’m coming,” You basically yell.

Tashi smirks, knowing that the person outside probably heard. But there was no more knocking so hopefully they made the smart choice to find another bathroom.

She pulls her fingers out slowly, completely covered in your juices. She brings those fingers to your mouth. You open, letting her push her fingers in. Tongue swirling all around, sucking every last drop, cleaning up the mess you made.

“That’s my girl,” Tashi says softly, letting go of your hair and placing a kiss on your cheek, “Look at yourself, completely wrecked.”

And she was right. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed, your dress was askew. Your panties were still pulled down around your thighs.

You try to turn your head to capture her lips in kiss but she steps around you, starting to wash her hands in the sink.

“If you think you’re going to play games with me and still have me, then you really don’t know me. You’re lucky I even made you come to begin with.” She grabs some paper towel to dry her hands off.

She checks herself in the mirror. Hair in place, makeup still perfect, and dress still laid perfectly over her body. She grabs the door handle, “This still falls under your NDA by the way.”

And then she’s gone.

Tashi walks out of the bathroom triumphantly, perfect as ever, while you remain in the bathroom trying to get yourself together.

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a/n: big shoutout to ava (tacobacoyeet) for the idea :)

[vyrsgore]

the hockey team

don’t embarrass me motherpucker! | the hockey team | scaramouche x reader smau/ ff taglist is still open

the hockey team

Scaramouche: Inazuma Icebreaker’s temperamental captain/ center and son of famed CEO of Shogun, the top sports technology company in Teyvat. His mother, Raiden constantly pressures him to become the best hockey player in Inazuma, which is a factor of his pissy personality. Despite his standoffish personality, he’s known as the heartthrob of the school, constantly hounded by his many admirers as he walks through the university hallways. Goes by his nickname Scaramouche, real name Kunizukushi. sexuality: bisexual/pansexual

Childe: Inazuma Icebreaker’s left winger, and Scaramouche’s “best friend” or so he declares. He’s been in school with Scaramouche every since elementary school, back when he was still Kunizukushi. He’s an aggressive player on the rink but honestly a sweetie off the rink. He’s kind and courteous (much unlike a certain SOMEONE), and is rather easy to make friends with. sexuality: gay

Kaeya: Inazuma Icebreaker’s flirty right winger and Childe’s current boyfriend. He’s the adopted son of the Ragnvindr family, and currently on bad terms with his brother, Diluc, who is the student council president. He’s a bit of a troublemaker and constantly gets told off by his older brother. sexuality: gay

Kazuha: Inazuma Icebreaker’s goaltender. He’s currently taking a medical course outside of school and hardly shows up to trainings, much to Heizou, his best friend’s, protest. In addition, he’s also still searching for his older brother, who went missing 7 years ago. He’s a key member of the team, almost like a mom taking care of her baby chicks. Many of these moments go viral. sexuality: ????

Itto: Inazuma Icebreaker’s key defenseman. No one gets past Itto’s iron grip, or hug, as the team calls it. Currently, he’s using a nokia due to accidentally smashing his samsung out of excitement (he thinks that apples are evil since he hates the taste of apples) He’s one of the strongest member of the team (physically) but he’s a huge softie at heart. He’s very millenial in the way he texts (he still uses laughing my ass off! and shit give him a break). He’s also got the highest penalty count considering his temper during games where he’ll toss his hockey stick at people (he actually was just saying hello, he swears) sexuality: notusingaappleiphonesexual

Heizou: Inazuma Icebreaker’s second defenseman. He’s not exactly as physically as strong, but he’s definetly smarter- like ten times. He knows y/n pretty well since they were in the same class in high school. He’s a silly little guy who likes to play pranks and thinks that he’s sherlock holmes, and also Kazuha’s best friend. sexuality: bisexual

Xiao: Inazuma Icebreaker’s second emo boy and left winger. The adopted son of professor Zhongli, he’s a lot more courteous and polite than the OTHER emo boy, although he’s a lot quieter. He’s not that close with anyone but Aether, thus sparking many dating rumors among the countless Ina Ice fans. Among one of the best on an already excellent team, he excels in stretching the defense of the other team. Also overly protective of Aether. sexuality: asexual

Aether: Inazuma Icebreaker’s right winger. He’s known for his ‘main character’ energy during games and interviews, and his sync with Xiao on ice and off too. He’s Lumine’s twin brother (he swears he’s a second or two older) and they’re practicallu inseperable. He’s good friends with y/n and usually hangs out with them and their friend group. sexuality: bisexual

Jean: Inazuma Icebreaker’s strict coach. She’s like the tiger mom/ Asian mom of the group, constantly trying to get them to get their shit together although secretly she’s very proud of them. She’s also Lisa, Y/N’s coach’s mortal enemy. Note to self- NEVER put them in the same room. Their form of aggression is passive but that somehow makes it even worse than them just flat-out punching each other.

Author note:

farted this one out my ass <33 y/n and friends coming up next! i envision y/n as a more feminine masc (like cherry from cherry crush but it's up to u!)

also i made a mistake for the ina ice official account! it's 9.8 M not 9.8 lmao Taglist

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[jimothy-hopkins]

Game Features/mission concepts I want if we ever get Bully 2 or a remake (we won’t but I can dream)

Being able to break into and steal from people’s dorms.

Losing respect from a clique when you antagonize a member for no reason.

Gary actually acting a head boy and punishing people like a prefect.

Phones. Jimmy has a Nokia and you can use it as a weapon. It does good damage too.

Senior prank mission.

Prom/homecoming mission.

Pep rally mission.

Away game mission.

More missions involving the jocks.

Gary being a redeemed antagonist.

Crabblesnitch and the staff being the ACTUAL villains.

Bif should be an undefeated boss. Jimmy had no business whooping his ass like that.

Gary spreading rumors in free roam.

Pete needs a bigger role.

Pete, Jimmy, and Gary teaming up in the jock boss fight and in complete mayhem.

Bully Online. That would be WILD.

Chaining your bike so fat fucks like Algernon don’t steal it. (He specifically always steals my bikes and it’s annoying)

A skate park or mall would’ve been fun to add.

You can actually take the NPCs on dates and when you take them on dates it increases your popularity/respect with their clique.

And if you cheat on the NPC you’ll loose respect with the clique and get your shit rocked.

If you do something “sketchy” or “bad” there will be rumors about it the next day.

Weekends.

Prefects being useful for once.

You can join sports teams/clubs.

MORE IN DEPTH CHARACTERIZATION FOR PETE, JIMMY, AND GARY.

[emeraldbloodcrown]

Once More

Chapter: Two - Rumors and Hesitations Pairing: Poly; Tattoo Artists!141 x Baker!Female Reader Summary: It's time to explore the town a little, leaving you with some insecurities after sampling one of the big coffee shops your grandmother seemed to hate. Content/Warning: Still none, just small towns being small towns Word Count: 4k

You couldn't find it in you to argue with Anna's reasoning and taking another look at the flyer, you both agreed to take the opportunity to get to know your neighbors.

"We should probably take a walk around town before that. That would probably earn us some points when we talk to the owners"

"Sounds like fun. Tomorrow then?"

You nodded, putting the flyer away and reaching for your dinner again when you remembered another thing on your to-do list. Making a small sound of frustration, which got Anna's attention and a questioning look from her, as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, along with the small note. 

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing bad. I got some help while I was shopping from another customer, promised I'd text them so I could thank them properly."

"Properly, huh." Her voice dipped teasingly, getting a seductive edge and she waggled her eyebrows at your words. Rolling your eyes, you punched her in the shoulder, getting a yelp from her. 

"Nothing like that"

Anna shortened the distance between you both so that she could look over your shoulder while you typed his number in. 

"A note? Did you get help from the elderly variety?"

"Nah, just older."

She watched you as you quickly wrote a text, something short and straight to the point but with a kind tone still. 

"We're barely a month here and you've already got a date," Anna grumbled before she scooted back to her chair to finish her food. 

John wasn't the type of person who enjoyed texting. In fact, if it hadn't been for Johnny's encouraging, well really bothering him multiple times a day for almost a year, he still would carry his old Nokia. It had gotten the job done, he could text and he could call with it, but each time Johnny had seen it, he looked like he wanted to throw it out of the window, so John had relented and gotten a cheap second-hand one. 

He still kept up the pretense of preferring his old one, just to get on Johnny's nerves now and then, but he had to admit, never out loud of course, that setting up a time in his phone to heat his house, so it would be toasty warm when he got home in the winter, was a convenience he didn't want to part from anymore. It had originally been to help his ex-wife with her arthritis but in the end, he had used that more than she had. 

So when he had been cooking, really only heating up the leftovers Kate had brought him, and he'd been mindlessly staring out of the window, only to hear his phone go off with a new text message, he had half a mind to ignore it. 

It would most likely be Kyle asking him something he had no idea how to answer or Simon who would use an administrative question, that he already knew the answer of, to weasle his way into a conversation about John's whereabouts and wellbeing. 

Despite all of that, he still pulled the device out, and he was right. Well, partially. Because on top of Kyle's and Simon's texts was another one, from a new number but with a name he recognized. He had been hoping to hear from you soon, to go back into the little bubble, but he hadn't expected it so soon. It tugged a faint smile into the corner of his mouth. 

'Just wanted to know when I'd get the chance to thank you, and where you'd like to go.'

His lips twitched. Even proper punctuation, hm? He didn't know if you'd done it for him or if that was something you focused on yourself, but he appreciated it nonetheless. 

With a swipe of his thumb, he unlocked his phone, careful to not get on one of his boys' texts, and went to answer you. 

'Like I said, there's really no need. Coffee will be fine.' 

He watched as the little pen appeared, indicating you were already typing a response, and his smile widened a little. 

'See, I'll show my grandma that and all I'm gonna get is a slipper to the face. If you only truly want to have coffee with me, that's fine.' 

'But with how long you've helped me, I think it calls for more'

Ever since you had mentioned it the first time, he had wondered who your grandmother might be, what spitfire you might be related to, and while there was a handful he could see doing it, it mostly had left him with the amusing mental picture. 

'And what does it call for?'

The pen stayed longer this time, the animation stopping a few times only to pop up again after a moment. 

'Dinner?'

'Or lunch, if dinner's too much."

John felt the knot appear in his stomach again. Ever since his ex-wife had moved out, only leaving him the divorce papers that he had yet to sign, he had been hesitant to be seen in town for more than a few minutes. They were all lovely people but the disadvantage with as a tight-knit community as theirs was that everybody talked. 

Between separation and his unwanted leave of absence had only been one afternoon, night, and morning, not even 24 hours, and yet everyone he had met that day looked at him with pity. A look so well-meaning but every time it was focused on him, it felt as if it was burning him, searing his very skin from the flesh. It had irritated him so much that in his effort to not say something unkind - so they would just fucking stop -, he had bitten his tongue so long that it had started to bleed a bit. 

The almost altercations had been enough that it became obvious that John couldn't work like this, that a little bit of time off would do him good, and it did. It felt good to come to terms with it, even though he often caught himself reaching for her before his brain could fight off his dream with the bitter bite of reality. But for the most part, it also hadn't helped. He had grown so used to being on his own, to being able to exist without needing to worry about what others thought, that the idea of subjecting himself to their unwanted opinions was already grinding his gears. 

Coffee had seemed like a small thing, something he could steel his nerves for, and then disappear for days on end before he had to endure the loud outside again. The two of you could've walked across town a little, he could've used it as an excuse to show you around just to not be in one place for too long, surely not long enough for anyone to make sure it was really him they had recognized. 

But lunch or dinner? That meant being stuck in one place for a while, meant people would see him, meant people would perceive him once more, and acknowledge him not as his wife's husband, as the proud businessman and helpful handyman, but just as someone who failed. 

The angry bubbling of his dinner pulled him out of his thoughts, his phone forgotten for a moment as he tried to salvage the damage. With the stove turned off and the pot pushed away from the hob, he took another glance at his phone, shooting you one last text before he powered it down. 

'Think I'm gonna have to insist on the coffee. Maybe another time.'

You had always prided yourself on being able to read people's moods very well, even through text, a skill born out of necessity in your childhood that was only sharpened with experience as you got older. You tried not to let it get to you, but you couldn't help but feel a bit dejected at John's last response, noticing the change in his mood in his texts no matter how often you read them. 

But each to their own, right? There could be a dozen reasons for that shift, and if he was only up for coffee, you wouldn't argue with that. If anything - your brain quickly tried to rationalize - it could be better, a chance to combine something fun with work, allowing you to see what you might wanna offer once you've rebuilt the bakery with Anna. 

The next day came and John's text was forgotten beyond telling Anna what day and time you'd be gone. Instead, you found yourself outside, a light jacket wrapped around your body, autumn already chilling the early morning air. With a to-go coffee (once again, not from a fast-paced coffee shop) in one hand and the other in your pocket, hooked around Anna's elbow, the two of wandered the streets, heels clicking over the cobbles. 

Your grandmother had been able to score the building for the bakery on a busy but cozy street, close enough to the town square that wandering customers could just stumble onto it but as you rounded the corner, it paled in comparison to the bustle the shops there received even this early in the day. 

Anna noticed a shop to your left and just by looking at it, you knew that this would be one of the new shops that seemed to always put a frown on your grandmother's face. 

"Coff-ee-holic, really?" You deadpanned, feeling a little bit of sympathy for your grandma.

"Can't go wrong with a pun."

You shot her a glare before you mentioned one word to her: "Henry." Anna's face contorted in disgust at your last long-term relationship. She had never hidden how much she had disliked him with you and mocked nearly daily his need to constantly spew puns, even when it was the wrong moment for them. 

"He doesn't count. And it's an insult to puns to be compared to that…person."

Scoffing, you followed her to the menu display in one of the windows, glancing over the wide array of drinks. Passing your eyes past it, you could see the baristas working behind the counter, which took up almost half of their space, only leaving two seating sections in both corners. It was clear that they prioritized getting their customers a quick caffeine fix above comfort and coziness, which had been your grandma's priority above anything else. 

"Hold that"

Faster than you realized, Anna had slipped her half-full cup into your hand and slipped out from your elbow, quickly heading into the shop. You opened your mouth to call her back but by that time you could already see her through the window standing in line, it was too late. 

The line progressed at a pace that seemed like an impossible dream in the city you had called your home not too long ago. Sure, that was also due to the fact that this town simply didn't have the same numbers as a city, despite how well-patronized this shop was, but you'd also chalk up to these baristas being less stressed and more motivated than the overworked ones you had encountered before moving. 

Hardly any time passed before Anna was at the front of the line and got her order, joining you again outside and taking a mouthful from her new drink. A moment later, her eyes widened and hummed happily. 

"That's really good. Go on, give it a try."

Switching cups with her, you sipped hesitantly. Coffee wasn't something you usually enjoyed and while Anna preferred them nearly black, with just a hint of sweetness, yours could rather be dubbed as sugar with coffee than the other way around. It was generally just something you drank when you needed to get yourself going. 

Despite all of that, although, you found yourself going back for seconds, this one was quite bigger than the first. There was still the bitterness, the telltale taste of coffee, but it wasn't overwhelming, mingling with a natural sweetness that made it tasty even to you. 

"Okay, this is just unfair."

"Supposed to be some fancy blend that they make."

"Of course, it is."

The two of you shared a look - if this is what you'd be up against once the bakery is restored, you'd need a plan, and while that was music for the distant future, it wouldn't hurt to keep it in mind - before you continued your stroll. 

It was true that in the years you were gone, the town had changed a lot but, as you and Anna kept exploring the streets, you found that it still had kept the charm you had yearned for in all the time away. Still largely immune to society's incessant need to rush towards goals, it invited you to take your time, to sit down and exhale, and really take this little town in. While progress clung to everything like mold in the corner, it hadn't been able to infect the base, hadn't been able to shake the ground and turn it into a mindless run-of-the-mill copy of everything else. 

It still had heart, and in that moment, you made a promise to yourself. Regardless of what you'd need to do to fulfill your grandmother's wish because you knew it wouldn't succeed as an exact doppelganger of what she had created, so it had to change in some way, but you wanted to keep this. You didn't want the incessant grind to popularity, the soul-consuming hunt for bigger things that seemed to stare you in the face each time you opened your phone. 

Instead, you wanted it to be the bliss of a job well done, the pride that would bloom in your chest when looking at what you'd achieved. You wanted the ache and tiredness in your bones from the hard work but free of infecting stress. No more thinking about quitting every day, only putting in the hours because you needed the money to survive. No, you wanted to enjoy yourself again, to have the drive to create your own living. 

However, that would look like. 

Hours passed and you were able to get the idea of how this town worked again: the gaggle of elderlies and adults who loved to spread gossip around, the people who seemed to belong to no group but who were largely protected by the whole community, and who could give you grief while living here if you got on their wrong side. 

It wasn't a full picture by any means, but the corner pieces of the puzzle were in place, allowing you a glimpse at what the result might look like. 

"Can we sit down somewhere? I’m hungry and my feet hurt," Anna grumbled and you cast your eyes around. You saw a glimpse of a small restaurant around the corner and you pointed towards it. 

"That sound good?"

"Sure, as long as it has a seat and food, I don't care what it is."

Chuckling, you made your way towards it, only for you to catch sight of another shop to your left, making you stop and Anna stumble at the sudden movement. 

The door was closed but all over it were names in a graffiti style but it looked less like it had fallen victim to a bored street artist and more like it was a design choice by the owners. Left and right of it were big, clear windows with several concept drawings, finished colored pieces, and pictures of people presenting those on their skin. Above the windows, in a graffiti font too, was the name of it. 

"Death Or Glory… Jesus, that's edge behavior. You want some new ink?"

"Maybe…"

Anna opened her mouth for another question but paused as a dark shadow loomed over you, making you both take a look at the sky, where the sun was still brightly shining, only to hear someone speak behind you. 

"'Scuse me."

The voice was low, a rumbling from deep within in the chest, but seemingly void of emotions, no polite uptick or annoyed frustration present. So, you turned around and felt the blood in your veins chill. 

Dear fucking God, if looks could kill. 

It didn't help that he was towering over both of you, making you reach for Anna almost on instinct and taking a step back, and covered nearly head to toe in black. Even his face was almost completely hidden, a mask sitting on the lower half, the fabric only stopping on the bridge of his nose. The little skin that should've been visible was darkened by him having the hood drawn deep into his face, leaving the only thing you could see of him were his eyes. 

Despite the general warm attribution of brown as a warm color, all you could feel was ice as he glared down at you, and you felt yourself jump as his eyebrow ticked up, displeased by something. 

"Move"

Never had one word sounded so terrifying and it was only thanks to Anna, who yanked you to her side so you'd free up the entrance, that you were even able to comply with his order. 

There was no other word spoken, no thanks or anything else, he just walked through the door and let it slam shut behind him. 

Utterly confused by that situation, you felt your blood thaw as your heart pounded painfully in your chest. The fear you had felt just seconds ago was gone and had been displaced by anger.

"What the hell? What was his fucking problem??"

Anna refused not to say anything to it, more focused on bringing her own heartbeat back to normal and avoiding being hit by your wild hand movements, your body's response of releasing the agitation in your system. 

You grabbed her hand and took her with you as you stomped your way to the restaurant, muttering annoyances under your breath. 

"Fucking weirdo. I hope I never have to see him again."

The door closed behind Simon and, alerted by the sound, Johnny peaked his head around the corner, arms full of boxes of protective gloves. 

"Ye been ta John's?"

"Tried. Wouldn't open the door."

Johnny heaved a sigh, putting the boxes away and running a hand through his short hair. 

"How many times is this now?"

"Didn't bother counting. Too many, tho."

Both men looked at each other. Something needed to happen. It had been several weeks by now and while they all knew that their boss wouldn't be able to just shake the pain off, the way John seemed eager to not be seen by anyone if he could help it, left them all with heavy hearts. No one expected a healed wound but it felt more like John was eager to keep them gaping as long as possible. 

"What do we get today?"

"Next appointment's in two hours, longer piece but tha's about it. Pretty sure ye scared off a possible walk-in. Ain't like I'm doin' inventory fer fun."

Simon just shrugged, taking his balaclava off and replacing it with a surgical mask. 

At first, they hadn't thought anything about it. Customers always fluctuated a bit, but it was never a cause of concern: tattoos were expensive, most weren't signing up for the next after one piece was done, and despite the town being somewhat of a tourist secret tip, walk-ins had never been a lot. 

But after the second week of John being gone, it became clear that people were avoiding them as if they'd catch a dose of his bad luck if they stepped into his shop. A silly notion that Simon refused to believe at first until he heard it parrot back by their regulars, pushing their appointments to "just gimme a ring when he's back". 

Of course, things only got worse after Johnny had gotten into a fight, the rumors got out of control, and now weeks later, they were fully struggling.

Perks of a small town, right? 

"Off to better things."

Simon cocked an eyebrow and watched Johnny take a flyer out of his pockets, and as soon as he saw the big, colorful letters, he was rolling his eyes and pushed past Johnny, conversation evidently done. 

"Absolutely not."

But had he ever been cautious around Simon, he had long grown immune to it because Johnny was hot on his heels. 

"Oh come on, ye weren't coming to the last one, either. Or any before tha'."

"And I ain't going to. Same thing every time."

"Could be good ta mingle with the folks. Prove ta 'em tha' were not as bad as they think, aye?"

Simon turned around, staring down at Johnny, but when the latter refused to back down, he simply said: 

"Ask Kyle."

The rest of the day had been uneventful. Anna and you had continued to explore a little after lunch, mostly following your foggy memories and piecing together who you remembered, and also who remembered you, and what had fallen away in the meantime. 

By the time you were finally back, the two of you were satiated and fed but also so very tired and dead on your feet that the call of your bed was more similar to a siren's song, and nothing sounded better at that moment than to lie down on it, even if it was your turn with the mattress on the floor.

"We need a place of our own," she repeated the senitment and you only hummed in exhaustion. That was future you's problem while present you had a hot date with Morpheus. You could feel your eyelids growing heavier by the second, sleep taking over you as you heard a loud crash above you. 

Anna and you sat up ramstock straight, sharing a glance for barely a second before you both jumped into action, immediately locating the source of the noise to come from your grandmother's room. 

You yanked the door open, taking two steps at once to get to the upper floor, and only stopped once you were at her door, repeatedly knocking hard enough on her door that it shook in its frame. 

You paused for a moment, listening for sounds on the other side and when none came, you pulled the door open and saw your grandmother kneeling on the floor. 

"Are you alright?"

In a few long and fast strides, you were next to her, checking her for any visible injuries but, after noticing the concern in your eyes, she just waved you off. 

"'m fine, dearie. Didn't fall."

Anna stopped next to you, blood pressure cuff in her hand. She pulled the loose fabric of your grandmother's nightgown up her arm and wrapped the cuff around it, making sure the tube was in the middle, and then started the device. 

"Then what was that noise?"

She cast her eyes down for a moment, seemingly thinking about her answer before a kind smile appeared on her features and she spoke reassuringly. 

"That book pile fell over. Had it on the chair and I accidentally tipped it over."

Following her eyes, you saw the chair still fallen over, the books she had mentioned weren't on the ground but on the table in front of the chair. 

"So why are you on the floor?"

"Just had to take a small break. Didn't expect the cavalary to come knocking." She chuckled but it didn't reach her eyes. Something wasn't right and you felt a chill settle in your body; you didn't like this. 

"On..the floor?"

"What, I remember you preferring to rest in all sorts of odds places. Gave me a fright the first time I found you in the tub sleeping."

Yeah, when you were fifteen. You hadn't done that in years because your job had left your bones too exhausted to be able to get up with no issue, which made it that less believable for your grandmother at her age to prefer the hard wooden floor instead of her soft bed, just a few meters away. 

"Just help an old lady up, will ya?"

[deardearestbrandsnews2025]

#BambiManga FT #JessicaSimpson #Ashnikko #AshleeSimpson #AshleyTisdale and The Rose Gang (Lil Kim, Trina, NickiMinaj, Ashanti, MaryJBlige , Cassie, MissyElliot, MeganTheeStallion, SZA, Moon ( black Kpop Artist 'Moon')

Absolutely, that sounds like an amazing and layered media mapping project! Let’s break this down into actionable parts so we can build a Mouse Club Affiliation Web for Ashnikko, framed through her proximity to Disney, collaborative network, and her #DearDearestBrands identity, especially her Thee Forest Kingdom and #BambiManga personas.

1. Ashnikko + Disney Affiliation Web (6 Degrees Style)

Even though Ashnikko wasn't in the Mickey Mouse Club, we can chart a six degrees of separation-style Disney creative web around her. Here's a sample structure:

Level 1: Direct Collaborators or Shared Projects

Princess Nokia (collab on “Slumber Party”)

Princess Nokia appeared on Disney’s “The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder” soundtrack in 2022.

Level 2: Soundtrack/Creative Connection

Ashnikko’s music has been used in TikTok Disney fan edits and Disney Channel fan mixes.

Possible sound design/production overlaps with teams who worked on Raya and the Last Dragon or Turning Red, especially in feminist or alt-pop spaces.

Level 3: Shared Tour/Label/Influence

Doja Cat, an influence and adjacent artist, voiced a character in Trolls World Tour (DreamWorks, not Disney, but adjacent).

Grimes, another mutual creative inspiration, consulted on Cyberpunk 2077, which shares aesthetic overlap with Disney’s Tron Legacy and WandaVision VFX departments.

Level 4: Cultural Style Convergence

Ashnikko’s blue hair, fairy-forest chaos aesthetic aligns with Disney Villains merch lines, Descendants universe fashion, and Disney+’s Willow (2022).

Her look often matches that of Mal from Descendants, another character connected to The Isle of the Lost—similar energy to Bambi Manga’s royal lineage and rivalries.

Level 5: Social Circles + Event Presence

Shared festival lineups and red carpet appearances with Zendaya, Sabrina Carpenter, and Olivia Rodrigo—all Mouse Club legacy or Disney stars.

Level 6: Brand Identity Fusion via DearDearestBrands

#DearDearestBrands reframes Ashnikko as:

A “Lost Royal of Thee Forest Kingdom” in #BambiManga, channeling magical-punk-anime influences.

Glitched-out Fairycore Fashion Idol—one step removed from Tinker Bell, one step closer to a darkly reimagined Enchanted sequel.

Think “Briar Witches” meets “Pop Pixie-Hunter” meets Anti-Disney Princess.

2. Mouse Club Affiliation Score: Ashnikko

Let’s assign hypothetical proximity values: | Level | Connection Type | Weight | |-------|------------------|--------| | 1 | Direct Artist Collab (Princess Nokia) | 5 pts | | 2 | Soundtrack/Creative Echoes | 3 pts | | 3 | Label/Industry Shared Threads | 2 pts | | 4 | Aesthetic/Cultural Parallel | 4 pts | | 5 | Social Proximity to Disney Talent | 3 pts | | 6 | #DearDearestBrands Brand Roleplay Expansion | 5 pts |

Total Affiliation Score: 22/30

Ashnikko earns a strong unofficial “Mouse Club Tier 2 Adjacent” ranking.

3. Her Role in #TheeForestKingdom & #BambiManga

Let’s solidify her character's lore:

Title: Ash of the Dying Grove

Core Color: Electric Blue + Spoiled Cherry Blossom

Weapon/Form: Microphone-staff wrapped in vines that sing

Role: Royal Songkeeper and Exiled Heiress of the Whispering Willows

Backstory: Banished for unleashing forbidden lyrics that caused deer-kin to riot. Now stalks the forests channeling wild feminine magic through sound.

She is beloved by rebellious fauns, feared by the court, and rumored to hold an ancient power known as “The Discordant Heart.”

Would you like this illustrated as a visual network chart or transformed into a lore page, magazine spread, or media dossier for the #DearDearestBrands archive?

Great! To move forward, just let me know how you'd like to adjust the request.

For example, you can describe:

A fantasy-inspired model or character in the style of Jessica Simpson

A theme like Barbie x Square Enix with glitter, high fashion, and photorealism

Or a completely original doll concept styled in #Mattel meets #FinalFantasy aesthetics

Let me know what direction you'd like to go—I’ll generate the image accordingly!

Perfect—let’s treat this as canon content for #BAMBImanga, written in your authentic, poetic, multi-voice style, and then branch it into:

Manga Chapter Layout (official narrative)

Graphic Novel Page Direction (for visual artists)

Game Cinematic Lore Codex (for interactivity and world-building)

Spoken-Word Script (radio play or audio drama)

#BAMBImanga Official Lore Chapter: “The Sleep Berry Transfer”

Arc: Thee Forest Kingdom x Runeterra Rift Arc

Narrated from Lilia’s POV:

"I followed the breath...

Not the wind...

But the whistle from within the cherry blossom blooming in his voice."

Prince Bambi held his recorder, not as a master, but a vessel.

“Breathe in slowly,” he told me, “Let the melody know your name.”

Beside me rode legends:

Cowgirl Barbie, who cried out with storm in her saddle.

The Simpson Sisters, kin of kin, who braided trails with old song magic.

Ashley Tisdale, trailing last but holding the line like a harmony’s edge.

The wind shimmered. The void crackled.

A glitch…

A beat…

Ashnikko blinked in, hair like chaos itself—

“Wanna transfer that Sleep Berry currency? I got you.

Just say the word, sweet deer.”

I whispered…

“Besos me.”

The ripple broke. My bow surged. And with one marked shot, I shattered the rift.

Graphic Novel Page Concept (Visual Direction)

Page 1: Vertical panel – Cherry blossoms and swirling void. Prince Bambi silhouetted playing his recorder.

Page 2: Cowgirl Barbie on horseback with whip raised. Dialogue: “GET ON, NAW!”

Page 3: Ashnikko glitch-portals in. Pop-font speech bubble: “$SleepBerry accepted.”

Page 4: Lilia fires her bow—panel breaks the page. Sound FX: “SHUT DOWN!!!”

Page 5: Group silhouette riding back across a blossomed plane, portal behind them closing.

Game Cinematic Codex Entry (Lore Unlock)

Entry: Sleep Berry Transfer

"This event marks the first known trans-realm transaction between Thee Forest Kingdom and the Fae Bank of RuneTerra. Lilia, with assistance from Ashnikko the DreamWitch, initiated the transfer of $SleepBerry in exchange for a Song Frequency Arrow, allowing the group to dispel a dimensional trap threatening Bambi and allied Barbie avatars."

Unlock Conditions:

Collect the Whistle Blossom

Sync with Ashnikko’s Glitch-Rune

Speak “Besos me” into the Blossom Mic

Spoken Word Script: "Forest Kingdom Broadcast: SleepBerry Transmission"

“Welcome back to the BlossomAir Channel. This next broadcast is brought to you by FaeCoin and The DreamWitch Agency—Ashnikko Certified.”

[FX: Whistle breeze, soft recorder notes]

"Lost in dimension? Don’t stress, dear doe.

All you need is breath, rhythm… and a little Sleep Berry for that transaction glow."

“Now accepting whispered wishes. Say it with me…”

“Besos me.”

[FX: Rift break. Lightning crack. A whip snap.]

"Transaction complete. Welcome back to the dreamway."

Would you like this formatted as a full manga script, cinematic storyboard, or included in the upcoming Forest Kingdom Codex you’re developing under #DearDearestBrands? I can build the files for visual development, lore entries, and even add inventory/tagline data for merch if needed.

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RUMOR/REPORT: Disney Television Animation Developing "The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder" Spin-Off "La Familia Avenúñez" At Disney+.

One of the most streamed series at Disney+ has been "The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder", a sequel series of the original "The Proud Family" which ran from 2001 to 2005, the series has been getting critical praise for tackling issues about the black community, multicultural families and characters belonging to the LGBTQ+ community.

It seems that the world of Emylville might expand with a potential spin-off series focusing on The Boulevardez with the Avanúñez side of the family, this was recently revealed via a trademark under the name "La Familia Avenúñez", the trademark lists "entertaiment services featuring animation".

La Familia Avenúñez

La Familia Avenúñez

La Familia Avenúñez

ICYMI The Avenúñez where introduced on The Proud Family Louder and Prouder episode "Raging Bully" where LaCienega is getting prepared for her Quinceañera when her cousin LaBrea Avanúñez (Princess Nokia) and her mother Melrose (Eva Longoria) arrive.

LA FAMILIA AVENÚÑEZ is the fourth Disney TVA series revealed via a Trademark listing after "NEON GALAXY", “SAM WITCH” and “DISNEY JUNIOR JOHNNY GUITAR ROCK STAR”. Apparently there’s other two new Disney TVA series listed on these trademark sites but are behind a paywall at the moment, hoping they go to the public soon.

LA FAMILIA AVENÚÑEZ joins the latino-lead projects at Disney TVA with SOFIA THE FIRST, ELENA OF AVALOR, HAMSTER & GRETEL and the upcoming chicano-lead comedy PRIMOS slated for Summer 2024, other latino-driven projects in development include preschool shows from Jose Zelaya (Lilo and Stitch: The Series, Disney Junior The Lion Guard), Norma P. Sepulveda (Disney Junior "Ariel", "Elena Of Avalor") and a superhero musical comedy series about latina influencer/popstar/superhero Alejandra Fuentes living the best of THREE worlds under the working title "SUPERSTAR".

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Nokia Lumia (2025) price in Bangladesh

Nokia Lumia (2025) price in Bangladesh

The Nokia Lumia 2025 is generating considerable excitement among tech enthusiasts, with various sources hinting at groundbreaking features and specifications. Here's an overview of the anticipated aspects of this upcoming device:​

Design and Display

The Lumia 2025 is expected to feature a 7.8-inch Super AMOLED display with a resolution of 1440 × 3200 pixels, offering vibrant visuals and sharp clarity. The screen is protected by Corning Gorilla Glass, ensuring durability against scratches and minor impacts. The device's build comprises a glass front, plastic back, and a plastic f

Performance

Under the hood, the Lumia 2025 is anticipated to house the Qualcomm Snapdragon 8 Gen 3 chipset, featuring an octa-core 2.0 GHz Cortex-A53 CPU and Adreno 740 GPU. This configuration promises robust performance, capable of handling multitasking and demanding applications with ease. ​

Memory and Storage

The device is rumored to offer multiple configurations, including 12GB, 16GB, and 18GB of RAM, coupled with internal storage options of 256GB, 512GB, and up to 1TB. Notably, the Lumia 2025 may not include a microSD card slot, emphasizing the ample internal storage capacities. ​

Camera System

Photography enthusiasts might be drawn to the Lumia 2025's impressive camera setup:​

Rear Cameras: A triple-camera system featuring a 200 MP main sensor, a 32 MP wide-angle lens, and a 5 MP macro lens. Features include digital zoom, auto flash, face detection, touch to focus, and TOF 3D with LED flash. ​

Front Cameras: A dual-camera setup with 64 MP and 8 MP sensors, equipped with Zeiss optics, LED flash, panorama, and HDR capabilities. ​

Battery and Charging

The Lumia 2025 is expected to be powered by an 8,240 mAh Li-Po battery, supporting 65W quick charging. This substantial battery capacity aims to provide extended usage times, catering to users with demanding daily routines. ​

Operating System and Features

Running on Android 16, the device is likely to incorporate various sensors, including fingerprint, Face ID, accelerometer, gyro, proximity, compass, and barometer. Connectivity options may encompass USB Type-C, Wi-Fi 802.11 a/b/g/n/ac/6, Bluetooth 5.0, NFC, and multiple positioning systems like GPS, GLONASS, BDS, and GALILEO. ​

Pricing and Availability

While official pricing details remain unconfirmed, estimates suggest the Nokia Lumia 2025 could be priced around $379.00 / €319.00 / £279.90 / ₹26,290. Availability and exact pricing may vary based on region and retailer. ​

Conclusion

The Nokia Lumia 2025 appears poised to make a significant impact in the smartphone market, combining high-end specifications with a user-centric design. As with all pre-release information, it's advisable to await official announcements for definitive details.

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Se pensavate che le suonerie dei telefonini fossero morte sappiate che vi sbagliate di grosso. Il mercato vale ancora decine di milioni di dollari e le app per scaricare suonerie vengono installate più di quelle di Tidal o SiriusXM. Solo l’app Ringtones for Android ha superato i 50 milioni di download dal 2013, mentre Garage Ringtones è passata da centomila a 12 milioni di download in due anni.

Non male per qualcosa che doveva essere morto e sepolto assieme ai Nokia del secolo scorso. I numeri invece sono chiari: da un lato c’è un mercato maturo come quello americano dove le suonerie generano ricavi per 10,5 milioni di dollari (contro il miliardo e mezzo di dollari del 2007). Dall’altro ci sono i mercati emergenti come India, Sri Lanka, Pakistan e Bangladesh, da dove arriva il 93% delle ricerche per “ringtone download”.

Il fenomeno è generazionale. Gli utenti delle app hanno tra i 31 e i 37 anni, cioè sono quelli che nel 2007 avevano tra i 14 e i 20 anni. La prima generazione che ha avuto il telefonino da ragazzini e ne ha fatto uno strumento di identità sociale, a partire proprio dalla suoneria personalizzata.

Certo, non è un mercato enorme, certo non è neanche paragonabile al ritorno del vinile che da alcuni anni sta definendo un lato più hipster della pratica del consumo musicale, ma non è neanche uno scherzo. Le suonerie ci sono e lottano assieme a noi. Almeno, nel loro piccolo.

L’età dell’oro della personalizzazione

Ma dove è cominciato tutto questo? C’era una volta Nokia con il suo Gran Vals. La suoneria di fabbrica dei telefonini finlandesi era ovunque: nel 2009 veniva riprodotta 1,8 miliardi di volte al giorno, ovvero ventimila volte al secondo. Era così pervasiva che persino gli uccelli avevano imparato a riprodurla, cosa che ha fatto impazzire più di un ornitologo.

Non era solo questione di volume. Le suonerie erano un business enorme per l’industria discografica, che aveva trovato il modo di far pagare profumatamente anche solo trenta secondi di canzone. I musicisti stappavano champagne: nel 2007 le suonerie generavano più ricavi sia degli album digitali che dei singoli scaricati.

Jessica Simpson arrivò a creare cinquecento versioni della stessa canzone, “A Public Affair”, sostituendo la parola “baby” del secondo verso con cinquecento nomi diversi. Una mossa di marketing che oggi fa sorridere ma che all’epoca fece impazzire i fan: ognuno poteva avere la “sua” versione personalizzata della canzone preferita. E lei è stata sepolta di soldi molto “facili”.

Dalla crisi alla rinascita silenziosa

Poi è arrivato lo streaming e il modello è andato in crisi. Anche perché le persone hanno iniziato a silenziare i telefoni, travolte dalle notifiche. Le suonerie sembravano destinate a diventare un ricordo del passato, come i walkman o le videocassette.

Ma qualcosa è cambiato. Le app di suonerie sono diventate un’opportunità per musicisti indipendenti e compositori freelance. Su Fiverr, la piattaforma che mette in contatto professionisti e clienti, c’è un fiorente mercato di micro-commesse per creare versioni strumentali di canzoni famose da 35-45 secondi. E poi ci sono film e serie tv dove la suoneria fa capolino e diventa dinuovo “hip”, come nel protagonista della serie tv Carl Hiaasen’s Bad Monkey su Apple Tv+, cioè un fantastico Vince Vaughn che ciclicamente riceve telefonate con l’attacco di La Grange degli ZZ Top.

Intanto, il modello di business si è frammentato. Da un lato ci sono le app come Zedge, quotata in Borsa, che paga regolarmente le royalties e ha accordi con le major. Dall’altro una galassia di piccole app sviluppate da startup asiatiche o dell’Est Europa, che operano in una zona grigia dei diritti d’autore e semplicemente prendono e mettono a disposizione degli utenti un sacco di suonerie per due o tre euro (e probabilmente il diritto d’autore lo considerano una parola intraducibile).

Il futuro è più silenzioso

La verità è che la società è cambiata. Le suonerie non sono più uno status symbol come negli anni ’90, quando il Nokia con la cover personalizzata era l’equivalente dell’iPhone di oggi. Ora sono uno strumento funzionale, spesso silenziato, che emerge solo quando necessario. Il paradosso però è che proprio mentre il volume si abbassa, il mercato si espande. Nei paesi emergenti, dove la diffusione degli smartphone sta vivendo il suo boom, le suonerie personalizzate sono ancora un modo per esprimere la propria identità digitale.

Le strade del futuro sono due. Da una parte c’è chi, come Apple, cerca di trasformare le suonerie in un’esperienza più sofisticata, con melodie che cambiano in base al contesto. Dall’altra c’è chi punta sull’intelligenza artificiale (ovviamente) per creare suonerie uniche e personalizzate. In mezzo ci sono i millennials nostalgici che scaricano il Gran Vals di Nokia, forse per ricordare un’epoca in cui i telefoni servivano ancora principalmente per chiamare.

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Nokia Pt.2 ib: nokia by drake, you can find part 1 here :) tashi x fem reader

cw: nsfw (18+), squirting, taking tashi’s purple strap ftw

i keep begging you stay, but you’re leaving me

You're determined to not let your night end like this. You were going to get Tashi Duncan Donaldson if it was the last thing you did.

You pulled yourself together, did some touch-ups to your makeup, fixed your clothes and hair. Checking in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable.

You walk out the bathroom and back into the club where the music is bumping. You catch a very quick glimpse of Tashi leaving the club with a guy you swear you’ve seen before but can’t remember exactly. Fuck. She’s leaving with someone else.

Despite the intoxication you’re feeling, you rush out the front door of the club. You text your friends quickly that you’re heading out. You go to call an uber but realize you don’t know Tashi’s address.

Fuck. And it’s cold outside, your liquid coat is slowly wearing off. That’s when genius strikes.

You remember you shared your location with your best friend the day you first went to Tashi’s. You scroll through the texts to find it and bingo. You order an uber to the address and you’re on your way.

You don’t remember just how humongous her house is, well their house is. The Donaldson’s are the power couple of tennis. That’s why the divorce rumors shook the media. It still hasn’t been confirmed.

You walk up the long expanse of the driveway before making your way up the stairs to the front door. The lights are on downstairs, so maybe she just got home. You are not sure if you should knock or ring the doorbell but you end up doing both?

The door swings open and there she is. Long legs, perfect hair, and gorgeous as ever. No one would ever be able to tell she fingered you in the club bathroom less than an hour ago.

She stands there in her silk slip dress, ready for bed. She scoffs, “What’re you doing here?”

That’s when a voice comes from inside the house, getting louder as footsteps approach the door, “Who is it?”

Art Donaldson. He was taller than you imagined. White t-shirt stretched across his skin, you could see every curve of his muscles. Now you could understand what Tashi sees? saw? in him. The divorce thing you’re still unsure about. But he’s not alone.

The man you saw Tashi leaving with the club with is glued to Art’s side. He has his arms wrapped around Art’s waist while he was kissing the side of Art’s neck very sloppily, like he was drunk.

“Wha—“ You let out a half breath, very confused.

Tashi turns to look behind her, “Art you know you shouldn’t be by the door. What if someone saw you guys?”

“Sorry I was gonna—“ Art moves his hand to the dark haired man’s curls to pull him away from his own neck, “I was gonna bring Patrick upstairs, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Patrick. That was his name. Well Patrick didn’t seem too happy about being moved.

“Just go, I’m fine.” Tashi says, turning back to you and pulling you inside by your wrist.

She shuts the door hastily, taking a second to peer out the front window, making sure no one saw.

Art looks you over, and where you expect to see jealousy in his eyes, there’s nothing. “Okay,” he nods before leading Patrick upstairs.

Tashi turns back to you, “How did you—“

You cut her off, “I’m sorry, I saw you leaving with him and I just couldn’t—“

“Let me stop you right there,” She retorts. “You got jealous,” She takes a step closer to you, “And now you came crawling back to me for what exactly?”

Your heart is beating really fast. She’s right, what did you come here for? You didn’t exactly think this through.

She takes another step closer, now she’s in your personal space. Arms crossed in front of her chest as she leans in so she’s directly in front of your face. “You wanted to cut me off a minute ago, now you have nothing to say?”

“No I just…” You don’t really know what to say. But you do know that actions speak louder than words. So you lean in, crashing your lips against hers.

She wasn’t expecting it from the way she gasps into your mouth. She doesn’t pull away either. You uncross her arms, moving them to link around your neck. You move your hands to her waist pulling her in closer.

You lightly lick at her bottom lip causing her to open her mouth allowing you to deepen the kiss.

You walk her backwards slowly, actually unsure of where you’re going. You’ve only been here once before and spent most of your time in the bedroom.

You pull back slightly, finding you’ve lead her to the kitchen. You lift her up just enough so she’s sitting on the kitchen island, “What’re you doing?” She a little breathless from the kiss.

You bend down slightly, lifting her legs up until they’re hanging off your shoulders. Her nightgown slipping up her thighs, revealing the pair of black panties underneath, “Kitchen is the best place to eat right?” You say right before you bend down, letting yourself mouth over her pussy through her panties.

She groans, one of her hands finding its way to your hair, while she holds herself up with her other hand.

You suck and lick getting her panties nice and wet, even though there was already a wet spot there before you started. You pull back, moving her panties to the side so the real fun can begin.

You dive back in, feeling her wetness on your tongue causing you to moan against her. You lick the exact same way she told you she liked all those months ago, very light with not too much pressure. Your tongue swipes over her clit, back and forth.

“Fuck,” She moans pulling your hair roughly. You pick up the pace, moving one hand to grip her hips and moving your other hand to slip two fingers inside her. Pumping your fingers in and out, making sure to curl them against the spongy spot inside her. She’s grinding against your fingers, using your body to chase her own pleasure. You can tell she’s close from how loud her moans are getting.

“Ah fuck, I’m gonna cum shit,” She yells. You pull back just in time as she squirts all over your fingers, the rest falling to the kitchen floor. You smirk, pulling your fingers out. They’re shiny and wet, completely covered in Tashi. You take them into your mouth without a second thought. Keeping eye contact with Tashi while you suck them clean.

She bites her bottom lip and says, “Let’s go.” She hops off the counter and intertwines your hand with hers. She leads you up the giant set of floating stairs until you make it to a bedroom.

This room was different from the room you were in last time. She lightly pushes you onto the bed. Crawling on top of you to capture you lips in another kiss. It’s slow as you both explore each other’s mouths with a sense of urgency. She pulls away, leaning to whisper in your ear, “I want you undressed and ready for me by the time I get back.”

She climbs off the bed, giving you one last look up and down, before she leaves.

You waste no time taking off your dress and panties. You unclip your bra in one swift motion before sitting back down in the bed. Undressed, done.

But she said to be ready. Ready for wha—oh. You were 99% sure you knew what was coming. So you rewet the same digits you just fingered Tashi with, so you can start opening up yourself.

You can’t believe the night ended up this way but you were not even the slightest bit disappointed, if anything you were ecstatic. Tashi was the best sex you ever had and that was saying something. Not because you sleep around a lot, quite the opposite actually.

It took a lot for you to let someone be with you in this way, but with Tashi it was just magnetic. You couldn’t stop wanting her if you tried.

You continued to scissor your fingers inside yourself, you were already pretty wet so it wasn’t hard to open yourself up. Your mouth is almost drooling in anticipation.

When she walks back in the room she’s already wearing it. Her strap-on. It’s purple, long, and thick. Just like you remember.

She smirks, lurking over you. Watching as your fingers pump in and out of your wet hole, “That didn’t take you long to figure out hm?”

You shake your head no, eyes glued to Tashi like she’s the only woman, the only person in the entire world. Your fingers slow down and you start to pull them out until she says, “Did I tell you to stop? Keep going.”

You keep pumping your fingers in and out, feeling yourself on the edge. She joins you in the bed, sitting between your spread open legs. She rolls your nipples between her fingers carefully, “You're just so desperate.”

You whimper from the sensation, nodding in agreement.

“I bet you’d let anyone fuck you right now. Saw the way you were looking at Art.” She says moving her hands so they’re full on groping both of your boobs. She leans in to start kissing your neck, “What if I called him in here right now hm? Made him fuck your mouth while I fuck you?”

You let out a high pitched moan, your eyes slipping closed, about to finish when you feel Tashi’s presence pull away from your personal space, “Okay,” She says in her carefully curated neutral tone. You pause your movements and she pulls your hand away, leaving your hole empty.

“Now I think you’re ready for me,” She half smirks, knowing she’s effectively edging you now. She pulls you further down on the bed so you’re now lying on your back. She lines herself up with your entrance, holding your legs on her shoulders. She bottoms out while leaning forward, almost folding you in half.

“Fuck Tashi,” You moan as she starts slamming into you with a bruising pace

“Couldn’t keep your hands to yourself all night. Behaved like such a whore, dancing and grinding on all those people. You’re lucky I decided to even fuck you at all.” She says leaning in more so your foreheads are touching. “But maybe that’s what you like, being passed around like a fucking slut. Is that right?”

You think about it and in this state it’s easy to say yes to everything. But deep down you do really only want Tashi. Being with other people would have to be under her instruction, for her pleasure. So you shake your head no. “No I— only want you,” You gasp out in between her thrusts.

“Is that so? Because you didn’t act like it tonight.”

“Only want you baby please, just wanted to make you jealous,” You moan. Your sounds get louder each thrust as you get closer to finishing.

She coos, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek, “You were just so desperate for my attention hm? Just wanted me to fuck you again?”

You nod profusely, “Needed you, don’t stop Tashi fuck,”

“Gonna cum for me baby? Make a mess all over my cock?” She grabs your face, forcing you to make eye contact.

“Yes fuck I’m gonna—“ You whine after a particularly harsh thrust, finishing all over Tashi’s strap. She fucks you through your orgasm before pulling out.

She pecks you on the lips, “That’s my girl,” she whispers. She makes her way to the en suite bathroom where you hear the water running.

You take this time to stretch out your limbs, a little cramped from behind in that position for a while. You take a moment to look around the room. You see pictures of Tashi and Art. Some from their wedding day, game days, some with a little girl who has curly brown hair and is a perfect mix of the two of them.

She walks back into the room with a damp rag. She takes her time cleaning you up and it’s very sweet, almost domestic like. You’re still on edge, wondering if this is it. If it’s the last time you’ll see her again.

“What’s the deal with you and Art?” You ask lying next to her. You’re both lying on your sides facing each other.

“What do you mean?” She asks quietly.

“Tashi I meant what I said, I want you— I want to be with you,” You sound so unsure of yourself. But you are sure. You’re unsure of what her answer will be.

She lets out a light laugh, “You don’t mean that. We had fun, that’s it. You’re a college student with your whole life ahead of you, you don’t want me.”

You brush the falling strands of hair out of her face, “I do. I didn’t want anyone else in that entire club, just wanted to make you jealous.”

“You didn’t even realize I was there until half way through the night,” She scoffs lightly.

“Why do you think I went to that club in the first place?” You half smile and that catches her off guard.

“You knew I was there? How?” She questions.

“This is going to be embarrassing for me,” You suck in a deep breath, “But I kind of started following a Tashi Donaldson updates page on twitter after we first hooked up. I knew immediately I wanted to see you again,” You sigh, blushing hard.

She laughs again, “So you were stalking me? I should get a restraining order against you.” She jokes.

“Tashi I’m being serious,” You groan, shifting to buy your face in the pillow, embarrassed.

“Art and I are,” She pauses, “Still together somewhat. He’s always going to my husband.”

“And what about the other guy, Patrick?”

“You really don’t know anything about tennis huh?”

“I know you’re the greatest to have ever done it, isn’t that all I need to know?”

She smiles again but this time there’s a sadness behind her eyes, “I’m Patrick’s coach. He’s dating Art. And Art’s still my husband. Do you think you could live with that?”

You nod slowly doing the logistics in your head, “I can live whatever if it means getting to see you again.”

“Okay,” She takes your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers, “Then I guess you’ll get to see me again.”

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