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Before the New Year Begins… Give Khaled a Chance at Life
As the world counts down to new beginnings, I’m counting the hours, desperately fighting to keep my baby, Khaled, alive.
Khaled is only 6 months old, a tiny soul who knows nothing of w@r. He doesn’t understand why he cries from hunger or why it’s so hard for him to breathe. But I do. And it breaks me that I can’t give him the simplest of rights: food, medicine, and safety.
Every child deserves a chance to smile, to breathe, and to live without fear. Khaled deserves that chance
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Alright, some of y'all have GOT to stop getting your feminist theory from internet discourse and start actually reading some theory books.
The whole POINT of feminist socialization theory is to talk about power dynamics.
If little Susy always gets punished by authority figures for not taking care of her younger siblings she will learn to take on a care taker role out of necessity, and by the time she's an adult being a care taker will be the primary skill and role she knows how to fulfill.
If little Johnny is always punished by authority figures for trying to be a care taker to his younger siblings then he'll learn not to do that, and by the time he's an adult he may even be actively adverse to doing anything care taker related.
If every little girl gets treated like Susy and every little boy gets treated like Johnny then you end up with a society where women grow up to be in care taker roles and men grow up to avoid them.
That is it. That is the basic premise of feminist socialization theory. That the power dynamics you experience around your gender inform how you interact with the world.
And critically, socialization does not end at childhood! You are experiencing socialization your entire life! So a trans woman is socialized as a woman as soon as she starts identifying as a woman. And that socialization probably will look different than a cis woman's socialization, because having intersecting identities always changes what female socialization looks like. Black women and white women do not experience the same type of female socialization. Disabled women and abled women do not experience the same type of female socialization. Etc, etc
It's okay to acknowledge that trans women experience a distinct and unique form of female socialization. That doesn't mean trans women aren't women, it actually means they share a common experience with most women who are part of minority groups.
Like Jesus Christ, I need y'all to stop railing against socialization theory because we need it today more than ever! Feminist socialization theory was created as an alternative to bio essentialism and you do not want us to go back to the alternative I promise.
Just because bio essentialists have tried to pick up and co-opt the language of socialization theory doesn't mean we can discard it. Please read an actual theory book instead of throwing the baby out with the bathwater!!!
a lot of behaviors that get attributed to "female socialization" can be so much more easily and accurately understood as a person recognizing the power differential surrounding them and behaving sensibly in response to that.
like. does a woman politely listen to a man monologue at her because of some experience she had when she was twelve that magically cursed her to behave that way forever, or does she do it because the man has the power to hurt her and she knows it?
does a woman do all the dishes in her household because she is less capable of breaking out of a long-ago conditioned response than, like, your average trained dog, or is she doing that because she knows that all the men in the house will blame her if she doesnt and will make life worse for her if she speaks up?
maybe a lot of sexist patterns of behavior that are widely observed in society arent caused by women like, lacking willpower or backbone? maybe it is super fucking weird for supposedly feminist movements to imply this is the case when they talk about female socialization as the end all, be all of predicting human behavior?
isnt it both more useful and more respectful toward women to consider that they are perceiving their present circumstances accurately, and recognize when power is already being wielded against them, and take logical measures to deescalate and protect themselves because it works? is it not fucking clear to everybody that trans women in particular have to do this all the fucking time?
#discourse#this is so so basic and not at all complete because I have literally do have dishes to wash#but you guys can not let terfs trick you into disowning a feminist theory that's ultimately to your benefit!!!#I'm so serious!!
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Hot Eve (m)
synopsis. getting fucked raw by your ex boyfriend stuck in an elevator on Christmas Eve.
warnings. 18+, ëxplïçït sêx, ünprôtëçtëd sêx, nønçøn sêx, stälkër ëx böÿfrïënd jk, yn ïs kïndä mørälïtÿ cørrùpt yn, ëlëvåtør sêx, yândërë thëmës, därk smüt.
note. LAST WORK FOR 2024!!!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO MY CHRISTIAN FOLLOWERS! 🎄❤️❤️🔥. this year was hard as fuck. I’m not okay but let’s hope I’ll be so much happier starting from next year. enjoy this!!!! share feedback! gif credits to owner, found it on Pinterest.
December, 25th. It’s Christmas.
It’s the favorite time of the year for you, you love it, the cold, the sweetness of the blessings of Christmas. The streets are lit up. Merry atmosphere everywhere.
But all you feel is dread.
he’s near..
Your legs are on fire, your breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps as you sprint down the hallway.
The sound of his boots echoes behind you, heavy and deliberate. He's not running. He doesn't need to.
The elevator is so close-just a few more steps.
You slam your hand against the button, frantic, fingers trembling. The soft ding of the arriving elevator is barely audible over the roar of blood in your ears.
Don't look back. Don't look back.
But you do.
Jungkook is there, closing the distance with that infuriating, unhurried stride, his lips curled into a smirk like he's already won.
His black shirt clings to his muscular chest, and his eyes gleam with something feral, like a predator toying with its prey.
The elevator doors glide open, and you dart inside, stabbing the close door button over and over again. You're muttering under your breath, desperate, “Close, close, please just fucking close-“”
The doors start to slide shut, and relief washes over you. But then you see it-his hand. Thick, veined, and steady as it wedges between the closing doors.
The elevator jerks back open, and your stomach twists into a sick knot of dread.
Jungkook steps inside, slow and casual, like he's got all the time in the world.
There's something deliciously pathetic about the way you shrink back against the wall, like you honestly thought you could get away from him.
It's adorable. Pathetic, but adorable.
He lets the silence hang in the air for a moment, drinking in the sight of you.
Your chest is heaving, your cheeks flushed, and those pretty, wide eyes are staring up at him like you're terrified.
Good.
He steps forward, his boots heavy against the floor, until there's no space left between you and the cold metal wall.
“Really?”
You are so fucking dumb, but so cute.
He drawls, tilting his head as his lips curl into a lazy, mocking smirk. “The elevator? That's the best you could do?”
His voice drops, low and biting. “What were you gonna do, huh Ride it to safety? Maybe hide in your little fucking apartment and pretend I don't exist?"
He chuckles darkly, his tongue sliding over his teeth. “Cute. Stupid as fuck, but cute.”
Your throat is dry, and your legs feel like they're about to give out. He's so close now, the sharp scent of his cologne invading every breath you take, mixing with the heat radiating off his body.
“Jungkook, I'm serious. You need to leave,” you manage to say, though your voice comes out small and shaky, utterly unconvincing.
He laughs at you. A sharp, humorless sound that makes your stomach churn.
“Serious?" he repeats, arching a brow as if the word itself is a joke. “You're fucking hilarious, you know that? Acting all big and bad when you're shaking like a goddamn leaf.”
His hand slams against the wall beside your head, and you flinch hard. He leans in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “Tell me to leave again. Go ahead.”
You will never… because you can’t.
“Let's see what happens.”
You're trembling, looking at him with those big, frightened eyes, and it's making his cock ache.
He hates how much he loves this— loves the way you run, the way you fight, like it's anything more than a game to him.
He tilts his head, dragging his gaze over you slowly, deliberately, like he's savoring every inch. You're perfect.
So fucking perfect when you're like this.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice low and sharp.
“Standing there all scared and pretty, like you don't know exactly how this ends.”
“You like this shit, don't you?” His hand trails down your side, possessive and unapologetic, and he smirks when you squirm. “Running away. Making me fucking chase you. You get off on it.”
Yes you do.
You try to push him away, your hands pressing weakly against his chest, but it's useless. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head in one fluid motion, grinning when you gasp.
“Stop fucking pretending,” he growls, his eyes darkening as they lock with yours. “We both know you like it when I get like this. You fucking love it.”
You shake your head, trying to deny it, but the words stick in your throat. You hate how strong he is, how easily he can overpower you.
But what you hate more-what terrifies you- is that some part of you does like it.
God, he’s so hot..
“Let me go,” you whisper, though it sounds more like a plea than a command.
His grip on your wrists tightens, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against your lips. "
“Let you go?” he repeats, his voice mocking. “That's cute, baby. Real fucking cute.”
His free hand slides down to your waist, gripping hard enough to make you wince.
“Let's get one thing straight,” he murmurs, his tone dropping to something dark and dangerous. “You're mine. Every fucking inch of you. And I'm not letting you go anywhere.”
He's hard as a rock, the sight of you pinned against the wall, helpless and trembling, driving him wild.
His gaze drops to your lips, parted and soft, and it takes everything in him not to devour you right then and there.
“You can run all you want,” Jungkook says, his voice thick with lust and something darker.
“But you'll never fucking get away from me. Never.”
His fingers dig into your waist, his body pressing against yours, caging you completely. He wants to mark you, to ruin you, to make sure you never even think about leaving him again.
Your entire body feels trapped in a vice, his presence suffocating, overwhelming. You hate how he's looking at you-hungry, like he wants
to devour you whole, like he owns you. And maybe he does.
The words stick in your throat, caught somewhere between fear and something darker, something shameful…
Your cunt feels so damp.
You twist your wrists against his grip, but doesn't even flinch.
it's effortless.
“Jungkook,” you breathe, your voice shaky and thin. “This isn't-“
“This isn't what?” he snaps, cutting you off. His voice is low, rough, teetering between anger and lust. “What you wanted? What you've been fucking asking for this whole time?”
His fingers dig into your waist, and you feel the heat of his body press harder against yours. You can't look at him, can't handle the intensity of his eyes burning into you.
“Look at me,” he demands, his voice sharp enough to make you flinch.
You shake your head, keeping your gaze fixed on the wall behind him.
“I said look at me.”
He releases one of your wrists only to grip your chin, forcing your face up until you're staring into those dark, furious eyes.
His pupils are blown wide, and the muscle in his jaw ticks with restraint.
“See this?” he growls, his tone dripping with venom as his free hand grabs your thigh, hitching it against his hip,
“This is what happens when you try to run from me. When you act like you don't fucking belong to me.”
You're trembling under his touch, and it sends a sick, addictive thrill straight through him. He can feel the way your body betrays you, the way your breaths come quicker, the way your thighs press together even though you're still pretending to fight.
“Fucking liar,” he mutters, his lips curling into a sneer. "You say you want me to leave, but you don't mean it. You never fucking mean it.”
Jungkook knows you..
He drags his hand along your thigh, gripping it hard enough to leave marks, his body pressing closer, caging you completely.
You're his, every inch of you, and it pisses him off that you even thought you could get away.
“You think I'm stupid?” he spits, leaning in until his mouth hovers over yours. “You think I don't see the way you look at me yn?”
He mocks, licking his lips, his tongue teasing you.
“Fuck baby… you’re making my cock ache.” He groans, biting his lower lip, his hand leaves your thigh to settle on his own zipper.
Your eyes wide because you know what he’s about to do and you want to stop him, but no words come out of your mouth because your brain has stopped working.
All you can think, feel.. and smell is him.
“Fuck yn… I’ve been warning you for the longest time.. you have no idea how horny I am right now…” the way his eyes are clouded with lust tells you everything you need to know.
He looks like a feral animal.
He unzips his pants, letting it fall down and then he presses a button on the elevator, making it come to a halt. You shudder in fear.
“J-Jungkook..” you manage to slip out his name from your mouth, but before you can say anything else, he crashes his mouth to yours.
His tongue forces itself into your mouth as he uses his other hand to usher his boxers off. You whine in his mouth, trying to stop him but—
God, his tongue feels so hot.
Your pussy clenches as you both kiss. He’s not just kissing but he’s devouring you, his free hand cages you in, making sure you can’t escape.
His hard free dick is pressing against your stomach, his other hand hurriedly goes to your skirt, unzipping it he catches the hem of your underwear, he yanks it down, as his tongue completely dominates your mouth.
You moan helplessly.
But he doesn’t let you break the kiss,, you’re already soaking wet.
His teeth nip at your bottom lip as his tongues go to assault your mouth. Then without a warning he shoves his cock inside your wet right cunt.
A guttural moan escapes his throat as he growls into your mouth like a wounded animal.
He’s finally getting to fuck you after so long.
And your knees go weak, like jelly. It’s too late now.
He starts to pound into you hard and fast, your back slamming continuously against the elevator wall, he pulls you up by your hips and wraps your legs around his waist.
After finally breaking the kiss, his thrusts only her more brutal, you scream in ecstasy and pain, burying your face in his neck as you grip on his shoulders tighten.
“Fu-Fuck yn you’re going to make me fucking cum.”
Again, his hungry mouth finds yours, devouring with desperate kisses as he moves his hips, fast.
“O-Oh J-Jungkook…”
•••
Hours go by. You’re fucked out- he’s sweating, you’re actually paralyzed but he’s not stopping, uoure still stuck in the elevator, thank fully the fan of the machine is keeping you alive but the elevator reeks of sex.
What have you done? Getting fucked by your psychotic ex on Christmas Eve.
And he’s about to cum inside your cunt raw.
And you are going to do nothing about it. Like always.
“Merry fucking Christmas my love.”
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CROSSING THE LINE — PART SIX ♡
paige x azzi
warning: explicit language, sexual content
word count: 11.3k
A/N: Alright so this is long as hell 😭. Like I was saying earlier the spicy scene is a little detailed so be prepared for that. If you recognize the outfits I mentioned for their date you know they both looked good as hell in them lol. The comments and live reactions everyone leaves after they read makes my day so please keep it up!
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December 2023
Paige and Azzi had spent the last few weeks navigating the complexities of their new dynamic. It wasn’t exactly a smooth transition, but it wasn’t a complete disaster either. Their conversations, jokes, and banter came back effortlessly, as though no time had passed. But, now there was an added layer of tension in each interaction that they both struggled to ignore.
They had crossed the line, and the memory of it lingered on both of their minds constantly. Laying in one another’s beds all the time or sharing a quick or playful touch carried a tension that hadn’t been there before Halloween. So they were both trying to find their footing in this uncharted territory.
Despite the fact that they both clearly wanted to go there again, they agreed they needed to take time to fully trust one another and build their foundation before jumping into something. Paige had to learn to trust that Azzi wasn’t going to just up and leave, she had to learn how to allow herself to be with someone. Azzi had to trust that Paige was genuinely in it for the long haul, not the old Paige who would get bored and discard her like a fleeting hookup. The agreement seemed reasonable, even necessary. But despite their best intentions, they found themselves slipping up all the time.
One of the first times happened after practice. They were lounging casually in Paige’s room, a routine born out of habit and comfort because Paige swore her bed was more comfortable. Azzi’s leg was thrown over Paige’s as Paige sat up, massaging out the lingering soreness from the last road game. Azzi’s old injury from her time at UMD still had a way of acting up sometimes, and Paige, being a good ‘teammate,’ insisted on helping every time.
“I still don’t get how this keeps happening,” Paige said, pressing her thumbs into the muscle just above Azzi’s knee. Her brow slightly furrowed in concentration as she continued to apply firm pressure. “You’ve been so good with your recovery lately.”
Azzi shrugged lightly, her head resting back against the headboard. “Guess my body didn’t get the memo about the long plane ride.”
Paige huffed a small laugh. “Well, lucky for you, I’m basically a pro at this now.” Her hands worked skillfully over Azzi’s leg, her fingers kneading the muscle with a mix of care and precision.
Azzi let out a quiet hum of appreciation. “Mm. You are really good at this.”
Paige smirked, her eyes flicking up to meet Azzi’s briefly. “I’m just good with my hands,” she replied smoothly, her tone teasing but carrying a hint of pride.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a faint smile. “Yeah trust me I remember.”
The words lingered between them, heavy just as Azzi intended. Paige kept her focus on Azzi’s leg, but the silence spoke volumes, the air between them a little thick with tension.
Azzi broke it first, her voice soft but pointed. “You tense up every time I hint at us having sex, you know.”
Paige blinked, her hands faltering for a moment before continuing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, feigning confusion.
Azzi’s gaze stayed steady. “You know what I’m talking about.” Her tone was light, but there was a seriousness beneath it.
Paige swallowed hard, her hands resuming their work as she focused intently on Azzi’s knee which was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “You’re imagining things,” she muttered. “Maybe one of those dreams of yours was too detailed Az.”
Azzi chuckled softly, tilting her head to the side as she studied Paige. “Am I?” she asked, her voice carrying a teasing lilt. “Because I seem to remember you were very, very thorough.”
Paige, usually brimming with confidence that bordered on cocky, faltered slightly, her usual composure slipping. “You’re insane,” she muttered, shaking her head, though a faint flush crept up her neck.
Azzi’s lips curved into a smirk as she leaned back against the headboard, completely at ease. “Right. My mistake,” she said smoothly, her eyes locking with Paige’s deliberately. Her voice dropped slightly, taking on a warmth that sent a shiver down Paige’s spine. “But seriously though, don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Clearing her throat, Paige tried to play it off. “You’re crazy,” she muttered, focusing her attention back on Azzi’s knee.
“You started it,” Azzi countered, her voice light but tinged with something Paige couldn’t place.
Paige let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “Fair enough.” She adjusted her grip, her thumbs pressing into a particularly tight spot.
The sound that escaped Azzi was too close to something Paige had heard in an entirely different context. The sound sent a jolt through her, and she froze for a moment, her hands stilling against Azzi’s leg.
Paige glanced up, her pupils now slightly dilated as her eyes locked onto Azzi’s. The look Azzi gave her was steady, unflinching, but there was something in it that made Paige’s pulse quicken. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, and quickly looked away.
“I, uh… I need water,” Paige mumbled, already shifting Azzi’s leg to stand.
Before she could move, Azzi’s hand reached out, wrapping gently around her wrist. “Wait,” Azzi said softly, her tone was calm but insistent.
Paige hesitated, her gaze flicking to where Azzi’s fingers held her. She could feel the warmth of Azzi’s touch, the quiet undeniable firmness in the gesture. Slowly, Paige looked back at her, her expression slightly guarded.
“Azzi…” Paige said, her voice low, her tone almost a warning.
Azzi didn’t let go. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied Paige’s face. “Why do you keep doing that?”
“Doing what?” Paige asked, the slight waver in her voice betraying her.
“Run,” Azzi said simply, her voice steady but laced with meaning. “Every time things get… interesting…you find an excuse to leave.”
Paige blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “I’m not running,” she protested weakly, though even she didn’t believe the words.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Then stay.”
The challenge in Azzi’s voice was clear, and it made Paige’s stomach flip. She opened her mouth to respond but found she didn’t have the words.
Azzi’s grip on her wrist tightened slightly, enough to pull Paige forward, closer to her on the bed. Paige could see the resolve in her eyes, the quiet determination that didn’t really leave room for disagreement. Then, without warning, Azzi tugged her closer, closing the distance between them. The moment their lips touched everything seemed to pause. A stillness that made Paige’s heart skip before it began racing.
So Paige froze at first, her mind running a dozen directions and a dozen scenarios, but then Azzi’s arms wrapped around her neck, tugging her deeper into the kiss as her hands wrapped softly around the nape of her neck. It wasn’t rushed, but it was intense, as if Azzi was pulling her into something that didn’t allow for hesitation. Paige felt the tension in her chest begin to loosen, the heat spreading as instinct took over and her free hand found its way to Azzi’s cheek as she deepened the kiss.
For a moment, everything else fell away—the doubts, the fears, all the questions. All that mattered was the way Azzi’s lips felt against hers, the way their bodies seemed to gravitate towards one another so naturally.
But as their bodies pressed closer and the kiss deepend, something in Paige stirred, so she broke the kiss softly pulling back just enough to catch her breath much to Azzi’s protest.
Paige’s voice was barely a whisper as she murmured, “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Azzi tilted her head slightly, eyes searching Paige's face. “Why not?”
Paige shook her head, feeling the way her mind was racing. “We’re not ready yet Az.”
Azzi furrowed her brow. “Why can’t we just let things happen naturally? We’re in a good place, aren’t we? I’m fine, P I promise.”
Without a word, Paige reached over and unlocked her phone and passed it to Azzi. She watched her closely, her expression softening.
Azzi took the phone, her eyes reflecting her confusion. “What am I supposed to do with this?”
“Go through it,” Paige urged, her voice soft yet insistent.
Azzi hesitated, a knot of doubt forming in her stomach; she wasn’t sure she wanted to see what was behind that request although part of her knew it was absolutely nothing. “I don’t know, Paige…”
Paige’s tone softened, almost pleading. “I swear, there’s nothing in there. It's just... I need you to trust me and see for yourself.”
Azzi sighed, fighting the anxiety that bubbled inside her. Paige was constantly reassuring her, but part of her still feared what she might find. So with a resigned sigh, Azzi locked the phone again and tossed it gently back to Paige.
“I don’t need to see it, Paige,” Azzi muttered, her voice strained.
Paige's now softly pointing out, “You can’t even go through my phone without being scared, Az. We’re not ready, and I want us to be ready before we go there again.”
Azzi’s eyes dropped to her hands, fingers nervously playing with each other. A wave of sadness washed over her, guilt twisting in her chest. She felt torn—wanting to trust Paige, but something in her held back, unsure, afraid of what she might find. A mix of emotions swirled through her brain making it hard to breathe for a moment.
Paige, sensing the internal struggle, moved closer. She gently grabbed Azzi's jaw, lifting her head until their eyes met. Her voice was soft but firm, the sincerity clear in every word. “It’s okay. We’ll get there. We just need a little more time.”
Azzi nodded silently, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. Paige smiled, her touch gentle as she settled back into her previous position, resuming the soothing massage on Azzi’s knee as the energy in the room slowly shifted back to normal.
…
Then there was today, a few weeks later Paige was leaning casually against the wall waiting for Azzi to get out of class, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she chatted with a girl Azzi didn’t recognize. Azzi was walking toward her, her pace slowing slightly as she took in the sight. Paige’s easy smile, the way she gestured animatedly, and the way the girl was giving Paige her undivided attention—all of it caused something to simmer in Azzi’s chest.
But Azzi didn’t let it show. She schooled her expression into neutrality as she approached, stopping just short of Paige. Paige caught sight of her and broke into a huge smile, her face lighting up effortlessly.
“Hey Azzi” Paige said, her voice casual as she turned to the girl. “Thank you, I appreciate the support!”
The girl nodded, her gaze lingering on Paige for just a second too long before walking away. Azzi’s eyes followed her briefly, her jaw tightening.
As they made their way to Paige’s car, she threw her arm around Azzi’s shoulders the way she always did now when they were walking but the walk was silent. To Paige, it was a comfortable kind of silence, one she didn’t think twice about. For Azzi, it was anything but.
By the time they arrived at their empty suite, Azzi’s frustration had bubbled to the surface at Paige not saying anything. She shut the door behind her with a little more force than necessary and turned to Paige.
“Who was that?” Azzi asked, her tone clipped.
Paige blinked, confused as these were the first words Azzi was saying to her. “Who was who?”
Azzi crossed her arms. “The girl you were talking to.”
Paige shrugged, her expression indifferent. “I don’t know. Some random fan asking about our next game.”
Azzi scoffed, her expression tightening. “A fan, huh? Right. Because you’re always just casually talking to fans.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Paige asked, her confusion evident
Azzi’s voice was sharp, but quieter now, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to say it out loud. “It means I’ve seen how you are with people, Paige. I know how easy it is for you to flirt without even realizing it.”
Paige groaned, throwing her hands up. “Azzi, come on. She was literally asking about the next game. I wasn’t flirting with her.”
Azzi muttered something under her breath, something Paige couldn’t quite catch.
“What?” Paige asked again, her voice growing slightly.
Azzi let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Maybe you weren’t trying to. But she didn’t look like she was asking about the game, Paige.”
Paige huffed, her frustration mounting. “I don’t get it. I didn’t do anything wrong, and you’re acting like I cheated or something!”
Azzi’s jaw clenched, and her voice dropped even further. “I’m not saying that. But it’s hard not to wonder sometimes… to wonder if maybe you’re getting bored.”
Paige froze, her eyebrows knitting together. “Bored? Azzi, what are you talking about?”
Azzi’s gaze fell, and her voice softened, no longer sharp but tinged with vulnerability. “We just haven’t defined anything. And we haven’t… you know… since that first time. I just—sometimes I don’t know where we stand, Paige and I don’t know if us trying to figure this out is enough for you. If us waiting is boring to you.”
Paige blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift. Her frustration tangled with guilt, but she couldn’t find the words to make Azzi feel better. “Azzi…”
Azzi stepped back slightly.. “You’re so used to being wanted by everyone and getting what you want whenever you want it. It’s not like I don’t know that. I just..waiting is a little frustrating and—” She cut herself off, exhaling sharply. “Forget it.”
“Forget it?” Paige repeated, her voice rising slightly. “No, Azzi, don’t do that. Don’t act like this is just on me. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m literally here with you.”
Azzi shook her head, her tone weary now. “I don’t want to argue with you, Paige. Not about this right now, I was just being jealous it’s stupid.”
She turned and started toward her room, but Paige followed her. “No, wait. Don’t walk away.”
Azzi stopped just inside her room, bending over to grab something from her desk. Without looking back, she said lightly, “Seriously, Paige, I don’t want to do this right now. We can talk later.”
Paige’s frustration was boiling over. She hated the weight in Azzi’s voice, hated how the words stuck in her own throat. She didn’t know how to explain herself, how to make Azzi see that there was nothing else—no one else—that mattered to her. That waiting for Azzi didn’t bother her.
Before she could think twice about it, Paige crossed the room in two quick strides. Without hesitation she grabbed Azi’s arm, softly spinning her around. Before either of them could speak, Paige’s lips crashed against Azzi’s. The kiss was full of frustration, need, and every unspoken word between them.
For a moment, Azzi froze, caught off guard, but then her body melted into Paige’s. Her hands clenching the fabric of Paige’s shirt pulling her closer as she kissed her back with just as much intensity. The argument dissolved between them, replaced by something much more raw.
Paige pulled Azzi backwards, guiding her with each step. Their lips never parted, each kiss growing deeper and more desperate as each of them let out their frustration at their situation. Paige barely registered the edge of the bed hitting the back of her knees before she fell onto it, Azzi following instantly. Azzi straddled her, her hands gripping Paige’s shirt tightly as their mouths locked in a rhythm that burned away their anger and replaced it with pure desire.
Paige groaned into Azzi’s mouth as Azzi rolled her hips into Paige’s pressing their bodies closer, the kiss growing heavier with every second. Paige’s hands instinctively wrapped firmly around Azz’s waist, trying to steady herself but pull Azzi closer at the same time. The touch seemed to encourage Azzi who broke from Paige’s lips and began trailing urgent kisses down her neck.
Paige’s breath hitched, her head tilting back as a shiver ran through her. “Fuck Azzi–” she whispered, her voice caught between a desperate plea and a low moan.
At the sound of this Azzi froze. Her lips hovered over Paige’s skin, the weight of the moment crashing down on her. Slowly Azzi pulled back, her breathing uneven as she propped herself up slightly with a hand on Paige’s chest, her dark eyes clouded with something indecipherable.
Paige lay beneath her, her blue eyes dark with pure desire but also something softer—a quiet vulnerability that tugged at Azzi’s chest, that made Azzi want to just say forget it. But Azzi sighed, pressing the bridge of her nose between her fingers before climbing off of Paige entirely.
The abruptness of the movement made Paige sit up on her elbows, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Azzi,” she started, her voice hesitant, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
Azzi shook her head, cutting her off gently. “You don’t need to apologize.”
Paige watched her closely, but her heart clenched when she saw Azzi grab her gym bag. A sudden panic flared within her. Paige scrambled to her feet, her voice pitching higher. “Where are you going?”
Azzi slung the bag over her shoulder, glancing at Paige with a calmness that didn’t match the rising tension in Paige’s chest. “I’m going to the gym.”
Paige’s stomach twisted. Azzi’s response was completely rational, but it didn’t stop the surge of panic that overtook her. She stepped forward, her voice shaky. “Azzi, wait. Please don’t go.”
Azzi’s expression softened already knowing what was going through Paige’s head. “Paige—”
“I’m sorry,” Paige interrupted, her words tumbling out. “I didn’t mean to push—I don’t know why I did that. Just, don’t go. Please.”
Azzi exhaled, the weight of Paige’s fear pressing down on her. “You don’t need to apologize,” she said softly, stepping closer, her voice dripping with warmth. “It’s not what you think. I’m not leaving. I just need to clear my head, okay?
But Paige’s unease was written all over her face. Her blue eyes glistened with unshed tears, her lips parted as if to plead further. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “But you’re walking out. You’re just…leaving. And what if–”
Azzi sighed again, cutting her off gently but firmly, before dropping her bag and stepping forward grabbing Paige’s hand. She led her to sit down on the edge of the bed. Azzi knelt in front of her, placing her hands gently on Paige’s knees.
“Paige,” she started, her voice firm but tender. Paige tried to interrupt, shaking her head, but Azzi caught her face in her hands, making her look directly at her.
“Listen to me,” Azzi said, her voice steady. “I’m not leaving. Baby, I promise you, I’m not leaving you.”
Paige’s breath hitched, the emotions swirling in her chest almost too much to bear. “But you’re going to the gym,” she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. “And I–I don’t know, it feels like…like you’re leaving because I messed up, and I–”
“Hey. I’m just going to the gym,” Azzi cut in gently, her thumbs brushing over Paige’s cheeks. “You didn’t mess up. This isn’t about that. We were arguing about something that doesn’t even matter, and I just need a little time to clear my head. That’s all. I don’t want to fight with you, and I don’t want this to spiral. We both just need a little time to settle and calm down.”
Paige blinked, her mind beginning to grasp Azzi’s words. Slowly, she nodded, the realization dawning on her as her breathing steadied. “You promise?”
Azzi smiled softly, letting her hands linger on Paige’s cheeks for a moment whispering “I promise P,” before she pulled back. She slowly stood and grabbed her phone and gym bag again, heading toward the door. But as she reached the threshold, she glanced back at Paige, noticing the way her mind still seemed to race, her unease still faintly visible.
Azzi hesitated for a moment before walking back to her. She bent down in front of Paige again, her brown eyes warm as they met Paige’s. “Paige I promise you I’ll be back. I was being irrational and I just need a little time to think baby.”
Paige nodded again, her lips quirking into the faintest smile at the word ‘baby.’
Then, Azzi leaned in and kissed Paige—softly, gently, with a tenderness that melted away the last of Paige’s fears.
When Azzi pulled back, Paige managed a small smile, her chest feeling a little lighter. “Okay,” she whispered.
Azzi gave her one last reassuring look before standing and heading out, the door clicking softly behind her. This time, when Azzi walked out, Paige didn’t panic. She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing her lips as she continued to smile faintly. Her heart settled as her mind finally began to quiet.
Later that night, Azzi returned to the suite with a steaming bag of Noodles & Company and a shirley temple. The soft glow from the TV lit up Paige’s face as she sat with her legs spread on the couch, her headset slightly askew as she focused on her game of Fortnite yelling about who knows what. When Paige looked up and saw Azzi standing there, her smile was radiant—so pure and full of warmth that Azzi swore she’d never forget it as it made her heart skip a beat.
“I’m back,” Azzi said softly, holding up the food.
Ice, sprawled on the armchair groaned dramatically, flicking a chip at Azzi. “I see how it is–bring noodles for Paige but nothing for me. Your favorite child”
Azzi laughed, her eyes never leaving Paige. “You can have what I got for myself,” she teased, handing Ice the bottle of water with a smirk.
Ice rolled her eyes. “You’re such a simp.”
Paige chuckled at that, but Azzi didn’t care. With a soft smile, she walked over and plucked Paige’s headset off her head.
“Hey!” Paige protested, reaching for it, but Azzi was already tugging her to her feet.
“Time to take a break,” Azzi said, her voice playful but firm.
“One more game,” Paige whined, her lips jutting into a pout.
Azzi shook her head, laughing. “Nope. My room. Now.”
Paige huffed but followed Azzi willingly, shooting a teasing glance at Ice, who muttered something about third-wheeling and how they never feed their child as they disappeared into Azzi’s room.
Once inside, Azzi set the food on her desk, but Paige crossed her arms, staring her down. “You’re eating some of this,” she insisted.
Azzi raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. “I brought it for you, you know.”
“And I’m sharing it with you,” Paige said, already opening the box and poking around with a fork. “Sit.”
Azzi chuckled, stepping back and sitting on the bed, leaning back against the pillows with a grin. Paige sat on the bed beside her, the container of noodles in her hand. She held out a forkful of noodles, her gaze locked on Azzi’s as she leaned in a little closer.
“Really?” Azzi asked, amusement flickering in her eyes.
“Really,” Paige replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Azzi sighed but leaned forward, letting Paige feed her. They laughed as Paige made a show of wiping a stray noodle from Azzi’s chin, her touch lingering just a second too long.
Azzi raised an eyebrow. “You’re not being subtle, you know.”
Paige grinned, giving her a playful shrug. “I’m just making sure you don’t go hungry.”
Azzi laughed softly, her hand brushing over Paige’s, lingering just for a second. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might start getting other ideas about where this night is going.”
Paige's smile widened, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. “Oh, trust me, there’s plenty more where that came from. ”
This statement makes Azzi raise her eyebrow at the blonde sitting in front of her.
Paige just laughs, shaking her head as she takes a bite of her food. “Get your head out of the gutter, we’re watching Kyrie highlights.”
This immediately makes Azzi groan.
They continued eating as the quiet settled around them, neither of them noticing how natural it all felt—how their earlier tension had dissolved into something lighter, softer.
As Paige scooped up another bite of noodles and tried to offer it to her, Azzi caught her wrist gently, stopping her. Paige looked at her, confused.
“You’re amazing, you know that?” Azzi said softly, her brown eyes filled with admiration.
Paige’s cheeks flushed, her lips twitching into a shy smile. “I think you’re pretty amazing too.”
Azzi leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Paige’s cheek. “I don’t deserve you.”
Paige shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “You deserve the world, Azzi.”
They continued eating, sharing the container of noodles as a comfortable quiet settled between them. Every now and then, Paige would sneak a bite in Azzi’s direction, insisting she eat more despite Azzi’s protests. Paige was adamant, though, grinning as she held out another forkful until Azzi rolled her eyes and relented, letting out a playful sigh of defeat.
When Paige reached for her shirley temple, Azzi playfully made a grab for it, earning a sharp glare and a dramatic clutch of the cup from Paige. “Don’t even think about it this is where I draw the line,” Paige warned, her tone light but firm, causing Azzi to laugh, her head shaking at Paige’s possessiveness over the drink.
The quiet moments stretched between them, filled with warmth and contentment. As Paige leaned back against the headboard, her mind felt unusually calm. The endless worries, the fears that usually gnawed at her, were nowhere to be found. Azzi’s presence anchored her—a steady, quiet reassurance she hadn’t realized she’d needed until now.
Azzi, meanwhile, watched Paige smile and laugh, her heart swelling with an emotion she hadn’t fully allowed herself to feel until now. She could see it in the way Paige looked at her, in the easy way Paige seemed to settle into their shared space. Paige being at home waiting for her. This wasn’t fleeting; it wasn’t temporary. Paige wasn’t going anywhere.
As Paige set the empty container aside, she leaned back against the headboard, a thoughtful look crossing her face. Out of nowhere, she broke the silence. “Let me take you on a date,” she said, her voice casual, as if she were suggesting they go for a walk.
Azzi blinked, slightly caught off guard. “A date?” she repeated, her tone curious, as if needing to clarify what she’d just heard.
“Yeah,” Paige said simply, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why not?”
Azzi let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Paige, you’ve never been on a date in your life,” she teased, the corners of her lips lifting into a smirk.
Paige grinned, unfazed. “Then you can be my first. It’ll just be dinner. That’s what people do on first dates, right?”
Azzi couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her, a warm sound that filled the room. “Sure, P,” she said softly, her gaze lingering on Paige’s earnest expression. “You can take me on a date.”
“Perfect,” Paige said, her grin widening. “Tomorrow night.”
“Tomorrow?” Azzi repeated, her eyebrows shooting up in mock surprise. “What if I’m busy?”
Paige tilted her head, giving Azzi a pointed look. “We have the same schedule. You’re free.”
Azzi playfully scoffed, crossing her arms. “Fine, tomorrow,” she said, her lips curling into an amused smile. “But don’t think this means I’m easy to impress.”
Paige leaned closer, her confidence never wavering. “Oh, I don’t need to impress you,” she teased, her voice dropping just enough to send a slight shiver through Azzi. “You’re already impressed by everything I do.”
Azzi rolled her eyes, but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. “You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, unable to hide her smile.
“Ridiculous enough for you to go on a date with me,” Paige shot back, settling back into the pillows with a triumphant grin.
…
The next night rolled around, and Paige found herself standing outside the door of her own suite, a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She’d insisted that if this was going to be a real date, she had to pick Azzi up properly. So to make it authentic, she’d gotten ready in Nika’s room, leaving Azzi to prepare in the suite they shared.
Now, as she stood there, her nerves betrayed her usual confidence. Paige wiped her hands on her pants and took a steadying breath, the flowers trembling slightly in her grip. When the door finally opened, any composure she’d mustered vanished.
Azzi stood before her in a matching hot pink set: shorts and a blazer-like jacket that hung open to reveal an extremely cropped black shirt underneath, leaving little to the imagination. The outfit framed her toned stomach perfectly, her belly piercing catching the light, while the silver heart necklace Paige had given her rested against her skin.
Paige’s breath hitched, her words disappearing entirely as she stared. Azzi, blushing ever so slightly under the weight of Paige’s gaze, let out a soft laugh. “Do you like it?” she teased, her voice laced with a hint of shyness despite her confident appearance.
Paige finally snapped her mouth shut, her lips curving into a goofy smile. “Woah… yeah…you look amazing, Azzi,” she managed, her voice quieter than usual.
Then she remembered the flowers still in her hand and thrust them forward a little awkwardly. “These are for you.”
Azzi’s smile softened, her brown eyes sparkling as she took the bouquet. “Thank you,” she said warmly, clearly charmed by how flustered Paige was—a rarity for the usually self-absorbed blonde.
Azzi turned and walked back into the suite to find a vase for the flowers. Paige stayed rooted in place, still lingering by the doorway. Her gaze followed Azzi as the other girl moved effortlessly, her perfume lingering in the air where she had stood. Paige exhaled slowly, her heart pounding as she realized how completely Azzi had captivated her.
As Azzi walked back toward the door, her eyes flickered over Paige, taking in every detail. Paige had her hair down, slightly wavy—just the way Azzi liked it—and was wearing a knitted cardigan adorned with delicate flowers and a white shirt underneath it. Her patchwork blue jeans, with their various shades of denim, added a casual yet stylish touch that somehow made her look a little too good in Azzi’s eyes.
Azzi’s gaze lingered as she raked her eyes over Paige’s figure, a subtle appreciation shining in her expression. Paige, noticing this, seemed to regain her usual confidence. The nervous energy from earlier faded, replaced by a smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips.
“What?” Paige teased, her voice low and playful as she tilted her head. “You already eye fucking me, and we haven’t even left yet?”
Azzi blinked, caught off guard by Paige’s sudden shift in demeanor, but her cheeks warmed as she laughed softly. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she shot back, brushing past Paige and bumping her shoulder lightly.
Paige chuckled, stepping aside to let Azzi pass, but her smirk only deepened. “Come on,” she said, holding out her hand for Azzi to take. “Let’s get this date started before you decide you can’t wait.”
Azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that crept across her face as she slipped her hand into Paige’s. “Bold of you to assume I haven’t already decided.”
…
When they arrived at the restaurant, Paige made a point to pull Azzi’s seat out for her, earning a soft, amused smile. After ensuring Azzi was comfortably seated, Paige settled into her own chair, her fingers lightly drumming on the table.
Azzi noticed the subtle nervous energy radiating from Paige and leaned forward, her smile warm and reassuring. “You know you don’t need to be nervous, right? It’s just us. We’ve had dinner together hundreds of times.”
Paige, not one to admit she was rattled, plastered on a confident grin. “Psh, nervous? Me? I’ve got this in the bag,” she replied, waving her hand dismissively, though her knee bouncing under the table told a different story.
Azzi tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re such a liar. You’re literally fidgeting right now.”
Paige stilled her hands and raised a brow. “Okay, first of all, I’m not fidgeting. I’m just... uh, practicing my reflexes. Athletes do that, you know. Second, this is going to be the best date you’ve ever been on, so sit back and enjoy, Ms. Fudd.”
Azzi chuckled, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. “Alright then, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Paige smirked, relaxing slightly as they fell into their usual rhythm. The conversation shifted to light teasing like always
Azzi grinned as Paige described an admittedly clumsy move during practice earlier that week that led to a turnover. “So you’re saying your hands couldn’t keep up, huh?” Azzi teased, her voice dropping just enough to add a layer of meaning.
Paige rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. “Not everyone has your freakishly perfect coordination, Az.”
“Good thing I remember you being pretty coordinated when it actually counts…” Azzi replied smoothly, her voice low and full of suggestion.
Paige froze mid-breath, her jaw dropping open as her brain scrambled to process Azzi’s words.
Azzi leaned back in her chair, her smirk wide as she watched Paige’s stunned expression. “What? Cat got your tongue?”
Before Paige could even think of a response, the waiter approached their table, her attention immediately drawn to Paige. With a charming smile, she addressed Paige warmly, completely ignoring Azzi.
Paige, however, didn’t even notice the waiter’s presence. Her wide-eyed gaze remained fixed on Azzi, her expression a mix of desire, admiration, and pure shock.
Azzi glanced at the waiter, then back at Paige, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. “Earth to Paige,” she said teasingly, lightly kicking her under the table.
Paige blinked, finally snapping out of her daze. “Huh?” she mumbled, her head jerking toward the waiter, who was now waiting patiently with an amused expression.
The waiter gave Paige a quick once-over before flashing a flirtatious smile. “I was just asking, if you’re ready to order? I’m sure whatever you choose will be just as good as you look,” she said, her tone light and teasing.
Paige, still a little dazed, didn’t even acknowledge the compliment, her eyes having already drifted back to Azzi. Without missing a beat, she motioned toward Azzi, murmuring, “Um she’ll order for both of us.”
Azzi smirked at the subtle way Paige brushed the girl off. “I’ll have the grilled salmon, and she’ll have the filet mignon, medium, with a side of the mashed potatoes,” she said smoothly, locking eyes with the waiter.
The waiter gave a quick nod, clearly a little taken aback by Azzi’s effortless command, before she turned and walked away.
Azzi, not letting her teasing moment pass, leaned in and whispered, “You’re so easy to fluster, you know that?”
Paige finally shook herself out of her stupor, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. “You like making me do that, don’t you?”
Azzi’s smirk deepened, and she leaned back in her chair. “Maybe. It’s cute how much I can get to you with just a few words.”
Azzi and Paige continued their light conversation, the air between them easy and familiar as they waited for their food to come out.
As she returned with their food, her smile widening as she set the plates down in front of them. Her gaze lingered on Paige once more, and she leaned slightly closer than necessary. “Is there anything else I can get for you?” she asked, her voice soft, her tone unmistakably suggestive.
Paige, busy unwrapping her silverware, didn’t bother looking at the waiter. Instead, she gestured toward Azzi. “You can ask her,” she said dismissively, her tone a little flat.
Azzi’s lips twitched with amusement as she leaned back in her chair. With deliberate ease, she reached across the table, letting her hand rest just near Paige’s wrist. She kept her touch subtle, a silent claim that didn’t go unnoticed by Paige, whose posture relaxed slightly as she smiled to herself.
Azzi finally turned her gaze to the waiter, her smile polite but sharp. “We’re all set, thanks,” she said smoothly, her tone leaving no room for interpretation.
The waiter hesitated, clearly missing—or choosing to ignore—the subtext. She turned her attention back to Paige, leaning forward slightly. “Well, if you change your mind... you know where to find me,” she said, her eyes glinting with boldness as she lingered at the table longer than necessary.
Azzi tilted her head slightly, her amusement growing at the audacity of the girl in front of her. So her fingers shifted, brushing just barely against Paige’s wrist now, her touch featherlight but deliberate. Paige’s breath slightly hitched, her eyes darting to Azzi as her face began to flush at the soft touch.
Azzi, clearly enjoying herself, leaned forward slightly. Her voice dropped, soft and teasing but with a possessive undertone that was impossible to miss. “Paige, baby,” she murmured, her thumb starting a slow, deliberate stroke against the inside of Paige’s wrist as she looked her in the eyes. “Is there anything you need from her?”
Paige’s lips parted, her breath slightly stuttering as she stared at Azzi in awe. She shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. “No... I'm good,” she said, the words rushed but sincere, clearly immersed in the control Azzi was putting forward.
Azzi smirked, her fingers sliding down to lightly intertwine with Paige’s. She didn’t grip too tightly, just enough to make her point as she finally turned her attention back to the waiter. “See? She’s good,” Azzi said, her tone sweet but pointed, her eyes narrowing slightly.
The waiter faltered, her confidence cracking as her eyes flicked between them, taking in the subtle shift in Paige’s demeanor as she was once again completely immersed in Azzi. “I was just being friendly,” she said, her smile now strained.
Azzi’s smile tightened, and her grip on Paige’s hand squeezed just slightly, her thumb brushing along the back of Paige’s knuckles. “Friendly’s fine,” she said lightly, her tone still sweet but carrying an unmistakable edge. “Just not with her.”
The waiter finally seemed to understand she was losing ground. With a tight, awkward smile, she mumbled, “Well... enjoy your meal,” before walking away without another word.
As the waiter disappeared, Azzi let out a soft chuckle, her thumb lazily resuming its strokes against Paige’s hand. “That was cute,” Azzi teased, her smirk widening as she watched Paige squirm.
Paige groaned, finally tugging her hand free and leaning forward to hide her face in her hands. “You’re kinda crazy Az,” she muttered, though her soft laugh betrayed her words.
Azzi leaned back in her chair, her smirk still firmly in place as she picked up her fork. “Well I guess that’s the first new thing you’ll learn about me,” she said casually, giving Paige a look. “I really don’t like sharing.”
Paige peeked at her from between her fingers, her lips quirking into a teasing smile. “Hmm. Wouldn’t have pegged you as the jealous type,” she said, her voice light but edged with curiosity.
Azzi’s smile widened as she shrugged. “I didn’t say anything about being jealous,” she replied smoothly.. She tilted her head toward where the waiter had retreated. “I just know how to put people in their place.”
Paige laughed, rolling her eyes as she leaned back in her chair. “No need,” she said casually. “I don’t see anybody but you at this point.”
The simplicity of Paige's words struck Azzi unexpectedly, and her heart fluttered in her chest. There was a warmth in the sincerity of it all, a reassurance that settled deep in her, and in that moment, Azzi realized how much she wanted to give herself over completely to Paige. It wasn’t just about the date or the playful teasing anymore—it was about something real, something she could feel in her bones.
A while later Azzi was grinning as Paige gave her another bite of her food, making her comment softly, “You know, this is the first date I’ve actually enjoyed.”
Paige cocked an eyebrow, her lips curving into a cocky grin. “Of course it is,” she said, leaning back in her seat. “It’s me.”
Azzi rolled her eyes, her smile never wavering. “Whatever,” she muttered playfully, but the affection in her voice was unmistakable. She couldn’t deny how much this meant to her.
Paige, with a teasing glint in her eye, reached for another bite of food, offering it to Azzi again. But Azzi raised an eyebrow, giving her a mock glare. “Are you actually going to eat any of your food, or are you just planning on giving it all to me?”
Paige shrugged with a mischievous grin. “You need to eat.”
Azzi glanced down at her plate, clearly making progress in her meal. “I’m eating,” she said, giving Paige an exaggerated look. Azzi picked up a forkful of her salmon and waved it in front of Paige’s face. “Here. You try it. It’s actually pretty good.”
Paige recoiled dramatically, holding up her hands. “Oh no, I’m good. You know I don’t do salmon.”
Azzi made a face, then went for the classic move. She looked at Paige with the most exaggerated, pleading puppy dog eyes she could muster. “Please? Just one bite? For me?”
Paige sighed dramatically, resisting for only a moment. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
But before Azzi could even manage a victorious grin, Paige relented. “Fine. One bite.” She said with mock reluctance and let Azzi feed her a bite of the salmon.
Paige chewed it slowly, her face a picture of careful deliberation. She swallowed and then, after a long pause, gave Azzi a look that was half-amused, half-disgusted.
Azzi was already smiling, clearly pleased with herself. “See? It wasn’t that bad.”
Paige grumbles in disagreement as she eats some of her food to get rid of the taste.
As they continued talking Paige was mid-bite when a small bit of mashed potato found its way to her lip. She didn’t notice at first but Azzi did. So with a playful smirk, Azzi reached across the table, her fingers brushing lightly against Paige's skin as she gently wiped the spot from her lip with her index finger. As she pulled her hand back, Azzi made a deliberate show of slowly licking the mashed potato off her finger, her gaze locked with Paige’s the entire time. The movement was teasing, a mix of subtle flirtation and confidence that left Paige a little breathless.
Paige couldn’t pull her eyes away from Azzi as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. When she managed to speak, her voice low, almost a whisper as she simply said, “Azzi please.”
Azzi tilted her head innocently, her lips curling into a playful smile. “Yes, Paige?” she asked, her tone casual, but her eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing exactly what she was doing, loving the control she had over Paige.
Paige swallowed hard, her heart racing as she licked her lips. “You’re killing me tonight,” she murmured, her gaze never breaking from Azzi’s.
Azzi’s smile widened, her voice dripping with teasing confidence as she leaned just slightly closer across the table. “I know, baby,” she replied smoothly.
The air around them seemed to shift. The noise of the restaurant, the clink of cutlery, the hum of conversations—all faded into the background as Paige and Azzi stayed locked in each other’s gaze. Paige’s pupils dilated, her blue eyes growing darker under the intensity of Azzi’s stare.
Azzi, fully aware of the effect she was having, didn’t look away. There was a challenge in her gaze now, an unspoken dare, almost as if she was silently urging Paige to make the next move.
Paige clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to pull Azzi closer, to end the dinner and take her home. She could feel her composure slipping away, and Azzi, with that smile still firmly in place, was more than happy to push her further.
Azzi’s gaze never wavered as she subtly shifted her hand, her fingers brushing against Paige's with a deliberate slowness as she let their fingers intertwine, a small yet intimate gesture that sent a jolt of heat through Paige’s body. Azzi’s touch was light, almost teasing, but it was enough to completely throw off Paige’s concentration.
Paige had to close her eyes for a moment, trying to regain some semblance of control. She could barely think straight with the way Azzi was looking at her. So she took a slow breath, trying to ground herself, but Azzi’s hand holding hers kept her tethered in the moment.
“Open your eyes P,” Azzi’s voice was a whisper, but it carried authority, a command wrapped in sweetness. The edge in her tone made Paige’s stomach tighten.
Paige slowly opened her eyes, finding herself once again lost in the depths of Azzi’s gaze immediately. There was no escaping it now. She was completely under Azzi’s spell, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to escape at all. Azzi’s fingers tightened around hers, their palms pressed together as the world around them seemed to fade, leaving only them.
Azzi’s gaze softened, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, her words carrying a mix of curiosity and something darker, something that Paige could feel even before the question left her lips.
Paige, unable to look away, let a slow smile curl at the corners of her mouth. “You know exactly what I’m thinking about,” she said, her voice low.
Azzi’s smile widened, her eyes flickering with mischief and desire. “Take me home then,” she said, the words slipping from her lips like a secret, a command wrapped in temptation.
That was all it took.
Paige didn’t hesitate. She threw a couple of bills onto the table—definitely more than enough to cover the tab—and stood up. Both of them heading for Paige’s car with a little extra pep in their step.
…
Once they get to the suite, Azzi starts walking towards her room, but Paige grabs her hand pulling her towards her room that’s further from Ice’s, trying to spare the girl.
Azzi raises an eyebrow but doesn’t protest as she lets Paige lead her. As they step into Paige’s room she wastes no time shutting the door behind them and locking it.
Paige flicks on her led lamp to lightly illuminate the room and before she can gather her bearings, Azzi’s hands were on her, as she gently pushed her back against the door. Paige’s back hit it with a soft thud, her breath catching in her throat at Azzi’s confidence and her pulse quickening slightly as she met Azzi’s smile with a grin of her own. Azzi’s smile was a slow, teasing smile–one that made Paige feel like she was already a step behind in whatever was happening in Azzi’s head.
Azzi studied her for a moment, clearly enjoying the way Paige’s body seemed to melt at her touch. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for the buttons on Paige's cardigan, her fingers grazing the fabric as she slowly started unbuttoning it. "You always look so damn good," Azzi murmured, her voice soft but filled with heat. "You have no idea what you do to me. How you make me feel."
With each button undone, the white shirt underneath was revealed, the fabric clinging slightly to Paige’s frame, teasing Azzi. The room felt unbearably warm, and Paige was basically trembling, unsure if it was from desire or the intensity of Azzi's gaze.
Azzi stopped halfway through unbuttoning, her fingers still resting on the cardigan. "Tell me…" she whispered, leaning in close, her breath brushing against Paige's cheek. "What are you thinking about now?"
Paige’s breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, none of them coherent enough to form an answer. She could feel the heat of Azzi's body so close to hers, her lips barely brushing her ear with each whispered word. She couldn’t even formulate a response. She had never felt like this before, had never been the one with a loss of words.
Azzi smiled softly at Paige’s flustered expression, enjoying the way Paige’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as she finished unbuttoning Paige’s sweater. With a deliberate slowness Azzi brushed the cardigan off Paige’s shoulders, letting it fall carelessly to the floor.
Her fingers trailed down Paige’s waist, coming to rest on her belt as she began undoing it as she watched Paige’s every reaction. Azzi's touch was firm but gentle, pulling Paige just slightly towards her, guiding them slowly toward the bed. Their eyes met, and in that moment, Azzi's gaze was soft but undeniably commanding, filled with an unspoken promise that sent a shiver down Paige’s spine.
“I want you,” Azz whispered, her voice low and laced with desire. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
Paige finally found her voice, her tone softer, almost vulnerable as she asked, “Are you sure?”
Azzi didn’t hesitate. Without a flicker of doubt in her eyes, she nodded, the softness of her gaze only intensifying the fire between them.
Azzi’s confirmation was all Paige needed as she immediately reached for Azzi, pulling her into a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate, their breaths mingling as the moment consumed them. Azzi’s fingers, still toying with Paige’s belt, moved to undo it with an effortless confidence that made Paige’s pulse quicken.
Before she knew it, Paige was guiding Azzi backward the rest of the way toward the bed, her grip steady but filled with an unspoken urgency. Azzi smirked against Paige’s lips, letting herself be pushed down, her body melting into the mattress.
The sight of Paige standing above her, her belt now hanging open and her eyes completely dilated with want was enough to make Azzi bite her lip, her gaze also dark. Her hand found its way to Paige’s loose belt gently tugging Paige toward her. “Don’t make me wait anymore,” she teased, her voice dripping with desire.
Azzi watches as Paige takes off her jeans, never breaking eye contact. As soon as she’s done she’s climbing on the bed, hovering over Azzi as their lips meet again, this time softer but no less consuming, Each kiss feeling like a promise, a declaration as they become lost in one another.
Paige’s hands moved expertly, finding the edges of Azzi’s blazer. With a gentle tug, she slipped it off Azzi’s shoulder, her fingertips brushing against Azzi's warm skin. Azzi sat up slightly to help, her eyes never leaving Paige’s as the blazer fell away, leaving her in the cropped black shirt that clung to her frame tightly.
Paige’s breath caught for a moment as her gaze roamed over Azzi, her hands lightly tracing along the hem of her shirt. “You’re incredible,” Paige whispered, her voice tinged with awe.
Azzi smiles at Paige’s words, her expression soft at the girl on top of her. Without saying a word, she reached up, pulling Paige toward her again, capturing her lips in a kiss that was much more intense than the last.
The kiss grew heavier with each moment, Paige swiping her tongue across Azzi’s lips asking for access that Azzi immediately grants as the world outside the room fades away, their focus narrowing to just the two of them. Azzi’s hands roam Paige’s sides, her touch firm, sending jolts of excitement through Paige’s skin.
Azzi breaks the kiss briefly, pushing Paige slightly back with a playful smirk. Paige looked at her, breathless, as Azzi’s hands reached for the hem of her shirt. With a smooth motion, Azzi pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it aside before meeting Paige’s gaze again who had also quickly discarded her white shirt.
The sight of Azzi like this left Paige momentarily stunned. But before she could linger on the image too long trying to capture it for memory, Azzi pulled her back in, their lips meeting again matching the intensity right where they left off.
Azzi began making soft noises into Paige’s mouth, each sound sending a warmth through her body. It drove Paige absolutely crazy, her restraint slipping more and more with every passing second.
“Fuck Azzi,” Paige murmured, her voice low as she pulled back just enough to begin pressing her lips to Azzi’s neck. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Azzi let out another quiet, breathy moan at the attention she was getting, her hands grabbing Paige’s waist as she tilted her head to the side granting Paige better access. “I think I do,” she whispered, her voice teasing but strained.
Paige’s lips and teeth worked along Azzi’s neck, her kisses alternating between soft and firm as she trailed down to the delicate curve where Azzi’s shoulder met her collarbone. Azzi’s hands slide up Paige’s back, pulling her impossibly closer. “Right there baby,” Azzi whispered, her voice breaking slightly as Paige’s lips and tongue lingered on a particularly sensitive spot.
“Shit you feel so good,” Azzi breathed, her words almost inaudible but thick with emotion.
Her voice was like music to Paige’s ears, the way it shook with every touch drove her to keep going. Paige’s lips curled into a slight smile against Azzi’s skin as she dragged her mouth lower, savoring the soft gasps and whispered encouragement Azzi continued to spill.
“Perfect,” Azzi murmured, when Paige’s lips met her waist. Her voice melted into something low and satisfied. “You’re perfect.”
Paige groaned softly at the words, her hands tightening on Azzi’s hips as she whispered back, “You’re killing me Azzi baby.”
Azzi laughed softly, though it was laced with breathlessness. “Then don’t hold back,” she murmured, her fingers tangling in Paige’s hair. “I don’t want you to.” Before Azzi could even process what she was asking for, the rest of her clothes were pulled off skilfully in a quick motion.
Paige’s actions fueled by Azzi’s words, every whispered encouragement and breathless murmur driving her as she finally gave Azzi exactly what she wanted, pouring every ounce of her desire and affection into her touch.
Azzi made sure Paige knew exactly how much she was enjoying every moment of it. Her voice a symphony of soft gasps, murmured praises, and loud moans, echoing through the room without a care for who might hear.
“Fuck baby…yes just like that,” Azzi said breathlessly, her hands threading through Paige’s hair, tugging lightly as her head titled back and her hips moved to reach Paige’s movements. “Don’t stop..please, don’t stop.”
Paige just hummed as she pressed closer, her lips and hands working in perfect rhythm, completely consumed by Azzi’s responses. Each sound Azzi made spurring her on more, her own restraint dissolving as she focused on the girl beneath her.
“You’re amazing,” Azzi murmured, her voice trembling with raw emotion, her nails grabbing Paige’s shoulders. “I need you, Paige. Just you.”
Paige’s heart raced at the confession, her fingers growing more intense as she kissed her way back to Azzi’s lips, capturing her in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless.
Azzi’s laughter bubbled up between gasps, a mix of pure joy and overwhelming sensation at the way Paige was touching her. “You’re going to make me lose my mind,” she admitted, her voice shaky but full of affection, her lips brushing against Paige’s as she spoke.
Paige’s fingers continued their rhythm inside Azzi, as her voice dipped into a tone so soft yet full of conviction. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her words wrapping around Azzi. “Every part of you, Azzi…I could get lost in your forever.”
Azzi’s breath hitched at the sincerity in Paige’s voice, her chest rising and falling as she clung to the words. Paige didn’t stop there, leaning closer, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she added, “You’re everything to me Az. So perfect. I promise you I’m only yours.”
The praise sent so much warmth through Azzi and she arched slightly, her head tilting back as her lips parted. “Paige..” she murmured her voice trembling with emotion. Azzi’s hands found their way to Paige’s back, holding onto her as if she were her anchor, grounding her in this moment.
Azzi’s gaze was unwavering, her brown eyes dark with passion yet soft with adoration. Paige’s blue eyes mirrored the same intensity, her pupils dilated as she took in every inch of the girl beneath her.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” Azzi whispered, her voice breathy but firm, her fingers digging into Paige’s skin as her fingers curled perfectly inside of her.
Azzi began trembling beneath Paige biting her lip trying to hold onto some resemblance of control, her body completely attuned to every touch, every word, the way their gaze was locked onto one another. Her breathing became uneven, her chest rising and falling as if she was trying to steady herself but kept failing. Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, but Paige wasn’t having it.
“Azzi,” Paige whispered, her voice low but commanding, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she hovered over her. “Look at me,”
Azzi’s long lashes flickered as she tried to open her eyes but the feeling was too much for her. Paige’s free hand gently cupped her jaw, her thumb brushing over her cheek as she spoke again, this time softer but just as firm. “Open your eyes, Az. I want you to look at me while you finish for me baby.”
Azzi let out a shaky breath, her lids lifting slowly until their eyes met once more. The second their gazes locked it was like Azzi couldn’t take anymore as her mouth fell open, the sheer intimacy of the moment causing a sound to escape Azzi’s lips–louder and more unrestrained than she expected. It was uncharacteristically loud for someone usually so composed but she didn’t care. “God, baby right there... please Paige... don't…fuck please don’t stop,” every word laced with need and vulnerability before she’s throwing her head back coming undone for Paige.
Paige smiles at the sound of Azzi's voice as she leans in and kisses her slowly, their tongue tasting every part of each other as Paige's pace slows, just enough to make Azzi's body ache with the contrast. Azzi's breath comes in shallow gasps, every inch of her skin alive with need.
Paige’s lips curled into a soft, knowing smile, her thumb still stroking Azzi’s cheek. “You did so good for me,” she murmured, her words laced with affection and pride.
Azzi’s grip tightened on Paige’s back as she was still trying to anchor herself. Her voice trembled as she replied, “You… you’re going to ruin me, Paige.”
Paige leaned closer, her lips barely brushing against Azzi’s as she whispered, “I won’t baby, I got you. I promise.”
The exchange sent another wave of shivers through Azzi, her body arching instinctively toward Paige as she started moving again, unable to resist the pull between them. She looks up at Paige pleading for something-anything more.
Paige notices the way Azzi's body trembles under her, how her breath hitches every time she curls her fingers. Her voice drops, soothing but commanding, "Breathe, baby. Just breathe."
The words themselves are almost a command, but they're gentle, like a touch trying to calm the chaos in Azzi’s chest as it rises and falls rapidly, trying to obey, but she feels the pressure inside her building again, tighter this time. Paige's thumb presses into her as she continues her movements deliberate but slow, a stark contrast to how Azzi's body wants to react.
Paige can tell Azzi’s body is going into overdrive so she starts speaking to her. "Focus on me," Paige murmurs near Azzi’s ear, her voice smooth and low, sending ripples of warmth through Azzi. "Focus on your breathing. In and out, nice and slow." She moves her hand in small, measured circles, pushing Azzi right to the edge and pulling her back. "You're doing so good Azzi. Just breathe through it, baby. Let me guide you."
Azzi's entire body is trembling, her mind racing to keep up with the ebb and flow of pleasure. It feels like it's almost too much, but Paige's steady control-her voice, her hands keeps her grounded. The way she talks to her, calm but firm, drives Azzi crazy, and all she can do is follow, surrendering her body to the rhythm Paige has set.
"Tell me how it feels," Paige says, softly. "I wanna hear you some more for me baby."
Azzi opens her mouth, but no coherent words come out-only the sound of desperate, broken breaths as she forces herself to focus on Paige, her voice, her eyes, her touch.
"Feels... feels so good, Paige baby... I can't-" Her voice cracks, the tension too much to contain, but Paige doesn't speed up. She waits, her touch still steady.
"Good just like that baby. Breathe. You're almost there," Paige whispers, coaxing Azzi through it, her own voice filled with desire and pure admiration of the girl underneath her.
Azzi looks up at Paige, her eyes glazed over with need as she’s straining to keep them open. She trembles slightly, her voice barely a whisper as she murmurs, "P I can’t— I can't take anymore."
Paige’s hand shifts to lightly wrap around Azzi’s neck, gently but firmly guiding her gaze to her eyes, making sure she doesn’t look away. She squeezes slightly, her thumb brushing across Azzi’s skin as she speaks, her voice steady but soft, full of encouragement. “Yes, you can. Just relax baby. Let me make you feel good.”
Azzi nods, trying to steady her racing heart, her breaths shallow as she sinks into the rhythm of Paige's touch. As Paige squeezes again, Azzi’s hand moves to cover Paige’s, her fingers curling around hers, squeezing tighter as she gazes directly into Paige’s eyes. The sensation sparks something deep inside her, and without breaking eye contact, she whispers, "Harder, baby."
The words are a desperate plea, the intensity of her need clear in her voice. Paige’s eyes never leave Azzi’s as her breath hitches and the pressure builds. Azzi, feeling her body react, presses her hips closer to Paige’s movements, her chest rising and falling faster. “Fuck Paige right there, don’t stop,” Azzi breathes out, her voice low and almost frantic. “Mmm make me feel it baby, show me how much you miss fucking me.”
Paige tightens her grip, feeling Azzi’s pulse beneath her fingertips, and Azzi’s body continues to tremble with anticipation as Paige quickens her movements, fingers curling as she moves in and out of Azzi. Paige’s voice is low, almost teasing, as she murmurs, “You’re taking it so well baby fuck, you look so good under me.”
Azzi’s fingers curl tighter around Paige’s wrist, urging her on. “Yes, just like that,” Azzi whispers, her voice filled with a desire that only Paige can satisfy. “Harder, please Paige, don’t stop. You feel so good.”
Paige’s touch becomes more deliberate, the pressure firm and her movements unrelenting as Azzi’s breathing quickens. She feels the way Azzi’s body reacts, every tremble and sigh pushing her to give her more. Paige leans in, her lips brushing against Azzi’s ear as she whispers, “You’re so gorgeous baby, so perfect…I always knew how pretty you would sound.”
Azzi moans softly, unable to stop the sounds escaping her lips, each one more desperate than the last as Paige’s gaze burns into her. For a moment, neither of them speaks. The air between them thick a shared silence where only the sound of their heavy breathing and Paige’s fingers moving in and out of Azzi remains.
After a few more seconds, Azzi's body gives in, a burning release overtaking her body again as she arches her back off the bed. A chorus of breathless moans escaping her lips.
Paige's heart stirs at the sight as she removes her hand from Azzi’s neck immediately and without hesitation. She leans down, kissing her cheek gently as if she's taking away the last bit of tension that still clung to Azzi's body. She whispers, "God you're so beautiful Az. You mean everything to me," before leaning her lips down to Azzi's, their kiss soft, almost loving.
Azzi's eyes flutter shut, her hands coming down to wrap around Paige's head as she lets the kiss ground her. It's slow and tender and everything Azzi needs.
Paige starts kissing down Azzi’s body, ready to keep going but Azzi’s hand shoots out, gently but firmly stopping her. Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she looks at Paige with exhaustion and a small sight of desire. “Baby…I can’t. Physically… I can’t take anymore right now, I need a break.” She says, her voice strained, the edge of exhaustion clear.
Paige’s lips curl into a teasing smirk, the challenge in her eyes only growing more playful. Before she can say anything, Azzi—still struggling to catch her breath—manages a shaky smile and jokes, “Shut up, Paige. Seriously, just… shut up for a second."
Paige’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “I’ll give you a break but I hope you can keep up because I plan on doing this all night,” she teased softly, her voice low and dripping with warmth.
Azzi responded with a quiet hum of agreement, her fingers tangling in Paige’s hair to pull her back into another soft slow kiss, one that carried all the unspoken promises of the night still ahead.
…
The next morning, Paige woke up groggily, the bright sunlight streaming through the window making it impossible to stay asleep. She stirred, trying to stretch, but stopped when she felt a comforting weight pinning her down. Azzi’s body was draped halfway over her, the other half sprawled across the bed. Paige couldn’t help but smile as her gaze landed on Azzi’s face, her soft features illuminated by the morning light.
A quiet laugh escaped Paige’s lips as she realized Azzi was definitely going to blame her for letting her fall asleep without her bonnet, she could already hear the teasing tone in her voice.
As if sensing Paige’s thoughts, Azzi began to stir, a groan slipping past her lips as she shielded her eyes from the sun. “Ugh, why is it so bright?” she mumbled, echoing Paige’s earlier thoughts.
Paige chuckled softly, shifting her body to block the sunlight from hitting Azzi’s face. “Better?” she asked gently, her voice warm and teasing.
When Azzi finally looked up at her, a sleepy smile spread across her face, her dimples appearing as her cheeks flushed slightly. “Good morning, pretty girl,” Paige said, her voice soft but filled with affection.
Azzi’s smile grew wider at the compliment, but she quickly tried to hide her face against Paige’s chest. “Mmm, too sleepy,” she mumbled, her voice muffled.
Paige laughed quietly and carefully shifted out from under Azzi, earning a small, dissatisfied grumble from her. She walked over to the window, pulling the blackout curtains closed and plunging the room into a comforting darkness.
As she returned to the bed, Azzi wasted no time, tugging Paige back down and pulling her close but before Paige could settle in, Azzi leaned up to press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. Paige’s heart immediately fluttered at the tenderness of the moment, how casual Azzi was about it.
“Go back to sleep,” Azzi whispered, her words barely audible as she rested her head on Paige’s chest once more.
Paige wrapped her arms around Azzi, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and with Azzi’s steady breaths against her, Paige felt a sense of peace she hadn’t ever experienced. Slowly, they both drifted back to sleep as Paige realized she was completely in love with the girl laying on her chest.
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❅ pairing — soldier!nanami kento x nurse! reader
❅ summary — I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases be white.
❅ w/c — 8,23k
❅ warnings — WW2, mentions of death,pain, heartbreak, takes during 1940's WW2, nsfw, angst,mentions of memory loss (amnesia), fluff, smut, MDNI.
❅ a/n — honestly I don't even know where to start, this is actually such a sad sorry I thought of I was inspired by the movies called The English Patient. I immediately thought of Nanami and how the story would fit him,i cried so much writting this but I hope you enjoy it, thank you for reading and please do tell me what you think!!! Merry Christmas to everyone out there!! 🎄🤍
❅ taglist — @getobitchs, @coffee-and-geto 🍰
15 December 1954
You were his everything. You still are. Yet here you sit in a stark white hospital, holding his hand, hoping that some flicker of recognition will spark in his eyes.
But his eyes. Just the weight of his gaze empty and unfamiliar, and the cruel reality that he does not remember you, not even your name.
The man you loved once looked at you as of the sun had risen in your smile. Now he looks at you as if you are a stranger. And still you remain here : wiping his brow, cleaning his burning wounds, reading him stories, trying to remind him of the life you once shared. Because if you let him forget, it would mean letting him go forever.
During
World War II - 1946
The slow rustling of doctors, nurses rushing as if a life was at stake,but you are— you stand there as your trembling figure tries to hold every little ounce of yourself together. Never have you thought the war would take such a toll on him. His body covered with bruises and burned marks, his scarring figure in pain—for you cannot bear to see him like this. Every bit of memory you have shared was not lost “My dear Kento”, as tears threatened to spill, like a snowflake falling to the ground and slowly disappearing… as if there was no trace.
“Y/N”, Mei gave you a small nudge as the tears pricked down at the corner of your eyes.
“Go sit down, we will take care of this”, your colleague helped you regain the little bit of strength you had left and set you in one of the chairs.
Never have you thought, your life would change, just by the snap of a finger.
16 December 1954
Slowly nightfall approaches as all the nurses and doctors that took care of him have been sent home, only for you to stay behind. It was your duty as nurse, to take care of him and your other patients.
“Y/N…”your friend Shoko and her husband Haibara appeared next to you. She was a doctor, and Haibara was a veteran just like Nanami. You smile softly at the two, for some reason they looked so perfect next to one another —something you wish you had in that moment.
“I'm… sorry, Y/N, if there is anything the two of us can do for you know that we are here”
Haibara pointed out and looked at his friend's lying body,as Shoko approached your frail figure in a hug.
The two of them, giving you an empathic smile as they left the hospital's doors. You stood there in your worn out uniform,as a few tears left your eyes.
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Today was the day he returned to the hospital, just as he had every year for the past nine years. And yet, despite all the time that had passed, he still hadn’t regained any memory of you—not even your name.
Heartache crept into your chest like a familiar intruder, but you pushed it aside as you always did, wiping the tears from your cheeks. Memories of the life you once shared threatened to spill over, but there was no room for such thoughts now. Not when others needed you. You moved through the hallways like a ghost, checking on each patient, ensuring they were tucked in, safe, and resting peacefully.
Finally, your feet brought you to his bed, as if by instinct. His familiar form lay still beneath the dim light, and your breath caught when you found his eyes wide open, staring into yours.
“Thirsty,” he rasped, his voice hoarse but steady enough to make you spring into action.
You hurried to his side, lifting him gently as you pressed the glass of water to his lips. Despite his weakened state, his eyes never left yours. They held a quiet intensity that made your heart ache.
The silence between you was heavy, broken only by the sound of him sipping the water. You wished, desperately, that he could say something more, something that would spark a memory—a fragment of who you were to him. But his gaze, though warm, held no recognition.
“You’ve been crying,” he said softly, his voice rough but unmistakably tender.
You froze, caught off guard by the observation.
“I’m sorry,” you replied, brushing quickly at your eyes. “Nurses aren’t supposed to show emotion. I got carried away.”
But the truth was far deeper than that. Inside, your heart burned with the need to reach for him, to take his hand and beg him to remember. You longed to hear him say that it was all going to be okay, that his memories would return, that he would return to you. But the fear of his blank stare, of the emptiness where love once was, kept you silent.
“Could you read to me?” His voice broke through your thoughts, hoarse but so gentle it tugged at something deep within you.
Your smile faltered but didn’t fade entirely. “Of course. I always do.”
You reached for the worn copy of "Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman" , the same book you had read to him countless times before, both in the past and now. The edges were frayed, the pages soft with wear, but it was a comfort to you. It was the last thread tying you to the man he used to be.
As you read, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill, your heart ached. Every word, every line, felt like a plea to a man who had forgotten you. Was there any hope left after nearly a decade?
Suddenly, a hand brushed against yours.
You froze, your breath hitching as his fingers curled slightly around yours. His gaze met yours, and though his smile was faint, it was there. It wasn’t a memory—not yet—but it was something. A flicker of connection, subconscious and fragile.
So you kept reading, your hand still in his, holding onto that flicker as tightly as you dared.
17 December 1954
The next day, the hospital was unusually quiet. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you stepped outside for a moment to catch your breath. The cold December air bit at your cheeks, but it was refreshing after the suffocating warmth of the wards.
That’s when you saw them: the Lanterns.
Hung along the hospital’s stone walls, their golden glow flickered like tiny stars against the encroaching night. The sight stole the breath from your lungs, not because of their beauty, but because of what they reminded you of.
Lanterns. The lanterns.
Your knees felt weak as the memory came flooding back.
Before the World War II
14 February 1944
Borgo Fiorito is a small, picturesque town nestled in the rolling hills of Tuscany. Known for its cobblestone streets, vibrant flower boxes, olive groves, and a quiet town square with a stone fountain. It was quite small but nothing compared to its wonders it had to offer during summer and winters.
Not far from the small village—a historic hospital called Santa Maria della in Florence, an hour from Borgo Fiorito. It’s housed in a grand, aging building with high ceilings, wide windows overlooking the Arno River, and the faint smell of lavender from the surrounding gardens. The hospital rooms were simple, with a large window framing the rooftops and a hit of lavender which covered each window with its beautiful colour.
It was the little things that made this hospital bloom but during the cold midst or air that is when you clung to your cross, on— your knees begging to the heavens.
War.
War.
It poisoned everything it touched.
Every corner you turned, it was there—etched into the broken faces of soldiers, painted in the dark crimson stains on your uniform, and carved into your soul with every life you couldn’t save. The halls of the hospital were a cacophony of suffering: groans of agony, the scrape of gurney wheels against blood-streaked floors, and the faint murmur of words spoken by men too weak to cry out.
Why must there be war?
The question haunted you, an ache that throbbed with every heartbeat. You asked it as you worked, stitching wounds and holding hands, as though the answer might somehow reveal itself in the lifeless eyes of those you couldn’t save. But there was no answer. Only the unrelenting march of chaos and death.
War turned men into shadows of themselves. It robbed them of their laughter, their dreams, their limbs, and often their lives. You hated it for its cruelty, its unrelenting appetite for destruction. The sight of blood had once made you queasy; now it was as common as water, soaking into your skin, your clothes, and the deepest corners of your mind.
The hospital was no stranger to the foreign men who stumbled in, limping, shattered, and pleading. They came from different places, spoke in fractured sentences, and carried photographs of families who would never see them whole again. And you—what could you do but try? Try to patch them together, to offer comfort, to shield yourself from the unbearable truth that it would never be enough.
You wanted to scream at the futility of it all. For every man you saved, there were ten you couldn’t reach in time. For every life you mended, there were countless others torn apart. War didn’t care about your efforts; it didn’t care about anyone. It swallowed everything in its path, leaving behind nothing but ruins.
And yet, you kept going. Not because you believed it would change anything—not because you believed it would ever end—but because stopping wasn’t an option. Because in the face of something so monstrous, all you had was your hands, your skill, and your humanity.
As you walked the halls, you tried not to think about what lay beyond the hospital walls: the battlefields littered with bodies, the towns reduced to ash, the lives that would never be the same. You tried not to think about how war had taken everything from you too.
But it had.
And still, you fought back in the only way you knew how.
Despite these inner conversations and confusion of the dark side of this world there was always a way to overcome these challenges and for you that was— family, friends and your faith. Although you have lost so much, you have also gained plenty more.
Like Him, during those times
Lanterns.
It was a warm summer evening in Borgo Fiorito, and the air was alive with the hum of laughter, distant music, and the faint scent of lavender carried on the breeze. The annual lantern festival was a cherished tradition, illuminating the cobblestone streets with golden light and bringing the small Italian town together under a blanket of stars.
You stood on a rickety wooden ladder, your arms stretched high as you tied a delicate paper lantern to a post. The lantern swayed slightly, catching the soft glow of twilight, and you bit your lip in concentration.
“Careful up there,” a deep voice called from below.
Startled, you looked down to see a young man standing with his hands in his pockets, his honey-brown eyes warm with amusement. He was tall, broad-shouldered, blonde hair, and unmistakably out of place in this little town. His neatly pressed shirt and polished boots stood in stark contrast to the casual attire of the locals.
“I’ve got it,” you replied curtly, adjusting the knot on the lantern.
His smile widened, revealing a hint of mischief. “Are you sure? Looks like you’re one strong gust of wind away from disaster.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the corner of your lips twitching upward. “I’m fine. Just hold the ladder steady if you’re so worried.”
He stepped closer, his hands grasping the sides of the ladder with steady confidence. “Consider it done.”
As you finished securing the lantern, you glanced down, catching his gaze for the first time. There was something about the way he looked at you—equal parts curious and captivated—that made your heart skip a beat.
“Thank you,” you muttered as you climbed down, brushing your hands against your skirt.
“Happy to help,” he replied, releasing the ladder and stepping back. “I’m Nanami Kento , by the way. And you are?”
You hesitated, the words caught in your throat. “Busy,” you finally said, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you walked past him.
He chuckled, falling into step beside you. “Busy, huh? Well, Miss Busy, do you at least have time to show me around? I just got stationed here, and I’d hate to miss out on the best parts of this beautiful town.”
You raised an eyebrow, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. “Stationed? You’re a soldier?”
He nodded, his expression softening. “For now, yes. But tonight, I’m just a man enjoying the lanterns.”
Something in his tone made your heart ache, but you didn’t press further. Instead, you gestured toward the square, where the festivities were in full swing. “If you’re not afraid of getting your boots dusty, follow me.”
Present
The soft glow of the lanterns outside the hospital cast long shadows across the snow-dusted courtyard. They swayed gently in the cold December breeze, their golden light reminiscent of the festival you hadn’t thought about in years.
You stood frozen, staring at them as the memory flooded your senses. For a moment, you were no longer in the hospital. You were back in Borgo Fiorito, laughing with him beneath the lanterns, your heart light and full of hope.
“Why are there so many lights?”
His voice pulled you back to the present like a tether,and you turned to find him standing in the doorway. His frail frame leaned against the doorframe for support,but his eyes—those honey - brown eyes were fixed on the lanterns.
“They’re lanterns,” you said softly, stepping closer. “They’re meant to bring light to the darkness.”
He nodded slowly, his gaze distant. “I’ve seen them before… haven’t I?”
Your breath hitched slightly, hope began to flare in your chest but yet you feared so much.
“I believe you have, yes”
His brows furrowed, in frustration flickering across his face as he rubbed his temple. “It's… familiar. But I…. can't”
“It's okay” your voice steady even though there was a storm within you.
“Don't push yourself. Just…. take your time”
He looked at you then, his eyes searching yours as if trying to grasp something just out of reach.“Were you there?”
Your heart clenched, and you forced a smile. “Yes. I was there.”
You wanted to tell him everything but you know that his recovery was frail and if you said anything it could ruin him just like that. Besides the storm that ruffles within you, you weren't going to shatter him.
“Let’s get you back inside,” you said gently, moving to his side. “It’s too cold out here, and we still have to wash you up”
He didn't protest as you guided him back to his bed, but as you helped him settle, he grabbed your hand, his grip surprisingly firm.
“The lanterns,” he murmured, his voice thick with exhaustion. “They mean something, don’t they?”
You swallowed hard, blinking back tears. “Yes. They mean hope.”
He nodded faintly, as you started to take off his badges. For a moment you felt hopeful again and the lanterns were the one thing that gave you that.
19 December 1954
The morning light filtered softly through the hospital windows, casting a pale golden hue across the quiet ward. In your hands, you carried a simple vase of fresh flowers—white camellias and sprigs of rosemary. Their scent, earthy and sweet, filled the air as you stepped into his room.
You placed the vase on the table beside his bed, arranging the blooms carefully. The flowers were a small act of devotion, a way to bring life and beauty into a place so often filled with sorrow.
The scent lingered as you worked, subtle but insistent, and suddenly, it hit you. You froze, your hands trembling slightly as the smell transported you back.
Before the World War II
23 June 1944
The olive trees stretched endlessly, their twisted branches heavy with silvery leaves. The world felt suspended in a timeless moment as you walked beside him, your steps crunching softly against the earth. The air smelled of ripening fruit and wild rosemary, a fragrance so intoxicating you could almost forget the war that loomed beyond the horizon.
He had asked you to meet him outside the village, promising a surprise. You had gone, curiosity outweighing your hesitation, and found him waiting beneath the shade of an ancient olive tree.
“This” he murmured and he inhaled the air, “is my favorite place in the word” as he gestured towards the tall grass of the field.
The rows of olive trees surround your figure out like an ocean green sea. The scent of wildflowers and sun-warmed earth hung filled your nose as you couldn’t help but smile at the smell,the faint chirping of birds could be heard in the background.
“It's beautiful” you whispered softly as if the words were only meant for you, turning to look at him.
But he wasn't looking at the grove. He was looking at you.
“Yeah”, he said softly yet so tenderly he whispered. “It is”.
The colour crimson dashed against your skin and he only smiled at your shyness.
He held out his hand,and you hesitated for a moment before taking it. Together you walked through the grove, hands swaying and you walked. The sunlight filtering through the leaves painting patterns on the ground.
“Why did you bring me here?” you asked tenderly.
He stopped, turning to face you fully. His expression was serious, but there was a softness in his eyes that made your heart flutter.
“Because this place is special to me,” he said, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. “And so are you.”
Your breath caught, the weight of his words sinking in. He didn’t wait for a response, instead pulling you gently toward a clearing where a single white camellia bush bloomed, its flowers bright against the green.
“They only grow here,” he said, plucking one and tucking it behind your ear. “Just like you. One of a kind
You giggled softly, the sounds didn't go unnoticed by his ears. “Now you're just making things up, stop”
“And if I say no?” he asked you teasingly. You couldn’t answer,not once as his lips quietly pressed against yours. Your hands slowly wrapped around his neck as his gliding their way to you hips pulling you flush against him
And in that moment surrounded by olives trees, wildflowers and camellia, you knew.
Present
The camellias in the vase seemed to glow in the soft morning light, their white petals pristine against the sterile backdrop of the hospital room. The scent of rosemary mingled with their delicate fragrance, weaving through the air like a ghost of the past.
You stood there for a moment, your fingers lingering on the edge of the vase as the memories washed over you. The olive groves, the sunlight, the way he had looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
A soft rustle behind you broke your reverie, and you turned to see him awake, his honey-brown eyes watching you from the bed.
“They’re beautiful,” he said, his voice hoarse but steady. “The flowers.”
“They reminded me of you,” you replied before you could stop yourself.
His brow furrowed, his gaze flickering to the vase. “The scent… it’s familiar.”
Your heart leapt, but you kept your expression calm, your voice even. “They grow in olive groves. There were camellias like these back in Borgo Fiorito.”
“Borgo Fiorito,” he repeated slowly, as if tasting the name. His eyes narrowed slightly, his hand twitching against the blanket. “I know that name.”
You took a step closer, your breath caught in your throat. “You do?”
He nodded faintly, his gaze distant. “It’s… it’s on the edge of my mind. The smell, the name… I’ve been there before.”
A flicker of hope ignited in your chest, but you forced yourself to remain steady. “Yes,” you said softly. “You have.”
His eyes met yours, and for a moment, they were filled with something you hadn’t seen in years: recognition, or perhaps the shadow of it.
“Were you there too?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Your heart ached, but you smiled, keeping your voice steady. “Yes,” you said simply. “I was.”
He didn’t say anything more, his gaze drifting back to the flowers. But as he reached out and brushed his fingers against one of the petals, you saw something in his expression—a spark, a glimmer of the man he had been.
And as you stood there, watching him, you let yourself hope. Maybe, just maybe, the flowers would lead him back to you.
❅❅❅❅❅❅❅❅❅
The night had settled in, cloaked in a shroud of stormy gray, the faint patter of rain echoing through the halls of the hospital. The cold crept in like an uninvited guest, seeping through every crack and corner, chilling you to your bones. You weren’t beside him this time. Duty had pulled you away, leaving him alone in the quiet of his room.
You moved through the dimly lit ward, tending to the others who needed you—feeding those too weak to lift a spoon, bathing those unable to move. Your hands worked tirelessly, but your mind kept drifting back to him. Was he sleeping? Did he call out in the night?
Finally, as your tasks come to an end, you let yourself breathe. Retreating down the corridor, you nearly stumbled into Shoko. Her presence was a welcome relief, a familiar face in the ever-turning wheel of your routine.
Her tired eyes softened when she saw you, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer,” she said lightly, though there was an unmistakable note of concern in her voice.
You tried to smile, but it wavered. “I’m fine,” you murmured, brushing past her, but Shoko wasn’t convinced.
“Wait,” she called after you, her voice gentle but firm. “Come with me.”
You followed her, your legs moving automatically as she led you down the stairs to the small chapel nestled beneath the hospital. The tiny room was quiet, the storm outside reduced to a faint hum. The soft glow of candlelight flickered against the walls, the silence pressing down on you like a weight.
Shoko turned to you, her brows knitting together. “How are you really doing?”
For a moment, you opened your mouth to give the same rehearsed response, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, your chest tightened, and your carefully constructed walls began to crumble.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I—I can’t keep hoping, keep waiting. It’s been ten years, Shoko. Ten years, and he doesn’t even remember my name.”
The tears came then, spilling over like a flood you could no longer contain. Your body sagged under the weight of it all, and before you could collapse, Shoko was there.
Her arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you into her warm embrace. “Let it out,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “You’ve carried this alone for so long. Let it out.”
You clung to her, the sobs wracking your frame as the storm within you broke free. Shoko held you without judgment, her hand rubbing slow circles on your back.
“I know it hurts,” she said softly, her tone laced with empathy. “I see it every day. But you’ve been so strong, stronger than anyone I know. And if anyone can hold onto hope, it’s you.”
You pulled back slightly, wiping at your tear-streaked face. “What if… what if it’s all for nothing? What if he never remembers me?”
Shoko cupped your face in her hands, forcing you to meet her steady gaze. “Then you’ll have loved him enough for the both of you. But don’t give up, not yet. He’s still here, and as long as he’s here, there’s a chance.”
Her words settled over you like a balm, soothing the raw ache in your chest. You nodded, swallowing back the lump in your throat. “Thank you, Shoko.”
“Always,” she said with a small smile, squeezing your hand. “Now, go to him. He needs you, even if he doesn’t know it.”
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself as you left the chapel and made your way back to his room. The storm had quieted, the halls now silent save for the soft hum of machinery.
When you opened the door, you found him awake, his honey-brown eyes meeting yours the moment you stepped inside.
“You’re back,” he said, his voice hoarse but steady.
“I am,” you replied, moving to his bedside. “Did you need anything?”
He shook his head faintly, his gaze drifting to the book on the small table beside him. “Will you read to me?”
Your heart clenched, but you managed a small smile. “Of course.”
You settled into the chair beside him, picking up Leaves of Grass. The words flowed from your lips, familiar and comforting, filling the quiet room. As you read, his gaze remained on you, and for a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was still hope.
Finally he was asleep, you sigh with relief. Setting the book neck to you,as you open your bag to look for your dairy.
Usually, you would write in it but it's been longer than three months now. Opening the book you smiled reminiscing as you discovered little to do lists you wrote down for yourself. As you flip through, a pressed wisteria flower falls to your feet.
Your breath hitched, at the sudden sight.
The memories, of that day
15 August 1945
The village of Borgo Fiorito was in full bloom, its cobblestone streets lined with bright bursts of flowers and the scent of fresh citrus carried by the warm breeze. The war seemed like a distant shadow that day, as if the world had conspired to offer a brief reprieve from its relentless cruelty.
He had asked you to meet him in the lemon grove just outside the village. You found him there, standing beneath the canopy of trees laden with ripe, golden fruit. The sunlight dappled his face, catching the edges of his smile as he turned to you.
“You’re late,” he teased, though his tone was light.
“I’m not late,” you countered, your lips curving into a smile. “You’re just impatient.”
He laughed, the sound so rare and genuine it made your heart ache. He stepped closer, his hands slipping into his pockets, his expression suddenly serious.
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to say,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with nervousness.
Your stomach flipped, the playful air between you replaced by something heavier, more profound. “What is it?”
He reached out then, taking your hands in his. His palms were rough, calloused from months of war, but his touch was gentle, grounding you in the moment.
“I don’t know what the future holds,” he said, his voice low. “The war, the uncertainty… It terrifies me. But the one thing I’m sure of, the one thing I’ll always be sure of, is you.”
Your breath caught, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
“I love you,” he continued, his gaze locked on yours. “And I want to spend whatever time I have left by your side. Will you marry me?”
For a moment, the world seemed to stop. The war, the fear, the chaos—all of it faded away, leaving only the two of you beneath the lemon trees.
“Yes,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He smiled then, a smile so full of relief and joy it left you breathless. He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you might disappear.
The scent of lemons and wildflowers filled the air, the trees swaying gently in the breeze. It was a perfect moment,
But the moment wasn’t over yet. When he pulled back, his gaze softened, deepened, filled with an unspoken longing that made your breath hitch.
“Do you trust me?” the question came out vaguely as he held out his hand. You tilt your head to the side as if to ask him —I literally just said yes to marry you, how can I not? —he chuckled, when you put your hand in his.
After his proposal, the two of you had walked to the little cottage at the edge of the olive grove, your hands intertwined like they were meant to fit together. You could still feel the faint weight of the ring on your finger, its presence grounding you in the surreal beauty of it all.
Inside, the room was simple yet inviting—rough wooden beams overhead, the scent of lavender from a spring tucked into the windowsill, and the faint flicker of candlelight casting shadows on the walls. You had been nervous, but so had he. It was written in the way his hands hovered just above your shoulders, unsure of where to land, in the way his breath caught as you stepped closer.
“I…as you know I-I…” his stuttering got the best out of him as always. You smiled, as you kissed him. Your hands wrapped around his neck as he found comfort around your waist.
The kiss was slow, much more tender than usual almost as if he was being careful not to overstep any boundaries but you both knew tonight, there were no boundaries. You acted on your own as you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, a small giggled escaped your childish actions when he laughed while carrying you to the bed slowly.
He carried you to the bed with a tenderness that made your chest ache.
“I'm sure Kento,I've always been sure about you” you said as he looked you deep in the eyes, almost looking for a sign, any sign of hesitation.
You smile. And that was all it took for him. His lips found yours soft at first, tentative, as if he were afraid this moment would shatter. But then he deepened, the kiss and everything else melted away. You forgot the world outside—the war, the uncertainty, the shadows of tomorrow. In that moment, it was just the two of you, and it was enough.
The kiss grew so much his lips started making its way down to your collarbone. Kissing the skin softly, he kissed a certain part which made your hands find home in his hair and the sound that escaped from your lips was beautiful to him—it's as if he could hear an angel. His eyes never left your features as he sucked on that certain part—the simple sounds only rushed to his pants now becoming tighter by the second.
“Kento” a hoarse moan escaped your lips while his calloused hands, traveling down to the skirt of your dress. For a moment you looked him in the eyes, almost like a silent reassurance. His hands reached the corners of your silk underwear, “May I?” his voice laced with uncertainty but yet deprived from like a man's natural hunger.
You nodded softly as you felt the air hit your bare core.
Honestly you were very shy, he was the first man to see you like this,and he will be the last. With your dress still covering you,and for a moment before you could prepare he finally kissed you.
The spot where you needed him so desperately, your hands flung to the bedsheet as you gripped them hard so your knuckles turned white. Your breathing hitched as he licked you for a second.
“Kento,my love” he gave you a little hum, to acknowledge your calling upon him. You knew that at this moment he had lost himself within your waters. One of his hands found you intertwining your fingers with his, as he prepared you for his next coming mission.
Like a starving predator, he was devouring you as if you were his last meal. You back arching slightly as his name rolled off your tongue.
Never in your life have you felt this amount of pleasure. Yes you have sneaked off many times with your past lovers:kissing, caressing and canoodling but never like this.
This was your first time, your first time making love to a man you've loved so much.
Your moans grew louder by the minute, and your grip on Kento tightened.
“Kento, oh my…. my-my” a shiver ran down your back and you heard him mutter “ you taste so sweet” his lips came into contact with your clit, and he slowly sucked on it.
You could feel it.
The feeling of erotic bliss creeping into your. You were so until you felt him enter a finger. A low gasp escaped your lips
“Forgive me my love”, the apology sounded so sincere, while he penetrated through your walls.
Slowly that feeling started to build up again. Your hands flung to his hair, begging to find a solution to this feeling.
“Relax, for me sweetheart” he whispered against your wet womanhood.
The fresh scent of lavender surrounds your state,as the wind gushes through the window.
“Oh my god, you smell amazing” the sudden compliment threw you off guard. Your walls tighten around his finger, back arched fingers between the loose strands of his hair.
You whine, as you start to move your hips against the rhythm of his tongue and fingers. You were so close—that feeling was starting to dwell within you again.
Like a bliss you felt a release, your thighs shaking as you were coming down from the pleasure. Nanami held your hips in place and he kept lapping up your waters. You squirm, at the sensations you were feeling.
“So sweet, like lavender I swear”, he whispered against your thighs kissing his way up to you,only to find your foreman against your eyes.
“My love…” he murmured softly. Trying to remove your arms and what he saw could not compare to anything in this world.
Your beauty, it was your beautiful eyes that he so adored. It was the way your lips curved into a sudden smile even though droplets of tears seem to form at the corners.
He cupped your cheeks and whispered softly “You are so beautiful”
You shy away from his gaze,but he kisses you again. It's as if you can feel the love even through every little action.
His hands wander down, to your chest. The feeling of his rough calloused hands squeezed your fully clothed breast.
“Kento… my-my god” you moans against his lips. His lips traveled down to your chest, slowly unraveling the button. His eyes never left yours, just to be sure that you were okay with this.
Your dress discarded on the floor, you fully naked in front of him was something he always imagined but never thought he could have. His eyes darted down your figure, taking in every single detail, every scar, every single birthmark. You were beautiful— laying there lips parted, half lidded eyes, nipples erected just for him. Only now he realized that you finally belong to him, and that he is finally yours.
“Kento, you know it's rude to make your fiance wait” a teasing smile spreads across your lips
How could you just lay there and look so beautiful. He smiled and took off his briefs, your eyes ranking over this masculine figure l, your eyes widened slightly at the sight of his manhood. You swallow, loudly enough for him to hear,only for him to smirk at your reaction.
Finally reaching you, he leans down framing your head with his forearms. You gasped, feeling his torso against yours,the feeling of it against your thigh was enough to make you wonder if it would even fit.
The pad of his fingertips traces patterns against your cheek , his eyes searching for any concerns.
“Kento… ” your tone is so soft and low, wondering if you'll ever get the chance to say the words. “make love to me” as you looked into his eyes.
The confession itself made it clear that you wanted just as much as he wanted you.
“I promise I'll go slow”
The weight of his words lingered in the air, and finally he kissed you. The kiss wasn't as tender as it used to be. Instead there was passion, desperation and a pleasant force of love. Your hands flung around his neck as his hands slowly ran down the silhouette of your body, settling against your hips.
You could feel his member lining towards your entrance. One push was all he needed and that's what you felt, him finally stretching you out slowly. For the first time you felt it, and it was painful, yet so pleasurable.
His eyes found yours, with such concern. He mumbled “Are you okay?” you could only nod and smile. He kisses your temple before he withdraws slowly, but then pushes again the pattern following thoroughly—but steady.
At first it was as if you were dying from pain but now as the rhythm of his slow and gentleness suppresses you could only feel pleasure seeping through and that wasn't enough.
“Sweetheart I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to move a bit faster” his half lidded eyes ranking your features.
He kisses you again as the rhythm of his strokes begins to increase.
“Kento….ahhh oh my god” you moaned loudly.
“You feel so good, god Y/N” it's as if his hips were snapping with pleasure. You could feel every bit of him so deep within you.
Your breath hitched, quickening with every movement, as he angled his firm length to press against a spot that left you trembling.
“I know, I know sweetheart” he says as he kisses your now wet skin slowly making his way to your breasts,sucking the soft flesh as he continues his ministries.
“Kento I can't - can't” you moaned loudly, the stinging sensation was there. Your hands searching for anything to grip on,he kissed you so suddenly the pleasure overwhelmed you.
Your eyes met for a brief moment as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You feel the rhythm of his hips, while his heavy member keeps pushing into you.
The feeling of his groin rubbing against your clit ws enough to send you into the stars.
“I'm so close,sweetheart” you heard him whisper “tell me you're close, oh just tell me you're almost there” he continued.
And you were, “Kento…. I…I think I'm gonna-” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt him thrust against that one spot. Just like that you came, your thighs shaking to the core. Your toes curl and your hands find their way to his hair gripping onto him for dear life, not even soon after you feel long strings of ribbons follow after you,with the sounds of Kento’s groans stringing along with your name.
Moments pass, moments of silence where you both could hear the sound of birds singing. It wasn't morning but it's as if they were singing for you—after your wonderful bliss.
Afterward, you lay tangled together under the thin linen sheets, his arms wrapped protectively around you. The cicadas sang their nighttime song, and the moonlight painted silver streaks across the floor. He traced lazy circles on your back, his voice a soft murmur in the darkness.
“Mia Stella” he whispered to you.
You tilted your head to look at him,you frowned and he laughed at your confusion.
“You’re my guiding light in all this darkness, my star.” he whispered to you as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Kento…” you couldn’t help but be emotional, tears started to build up again.
“You really are the light of my life, Y/N” he said again and in those final moments, you knew that you were his and he was yours.
Present
The hospital room was quiet save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. You sat by his bedside, your fingers brushing against his as he slept, your mind still lost in the memory of the lemon grove—the day he proposed, the night you gave yourself to him completely. It lingered in your chest, both sweet and devastating, knowing that he didn’t remember it.
You reached for his hand again, searching for the man you once knew in the warmth of his skin. But as you turned his wrist slightly, your eyes caught the faintest mark—a thin, pale scar wrapping around the back of his neck.
You froze.
It was the scar left by the chain of the locket you’d given him all those years ago.
Your breath hitched as your heart clenched, and in that instant, you were no longer in the sterile, somber hospital room.
1 Day
Before the World War II
13 September 1945
The train station buzzed with the chaotic energy of departure. Soldiers in uniforms stood in lines, their faces hard with resolve or softened with barely hidden tears. Families clung to one another, desperate to stretch seconds into minutes, minutes into hours.
But for you, the world had gone still. All you could see was him—Kento, standing there in his olive-green uniform, his jaw tight as he avoided meeting your eyes. His hand gripped the strap of his pack, his knuckles white from the effort.
“Do you have to go?” you whispered, your voice trembling with the weight of everything unsaid.
He finally looked at you, his amber eyes softer now, filled with sorrow and love. “You know I do.”
The tears you had fought so hard to hold back began to spill as you clutched the small locket in your hand. You’d chosen it for him the day he received his orders, a tiny token to keep him grounded, to remind him of home. Of you.
“Then promise me,” you said, your voice cracking as you fumbled with the chain. “Promise me you’ll come back.”
He reached out, his rough hands gentle as they closed over yours, helping you fasten the locket around his neck. The silver pendant rested just below his collarbone, glinting in the weak sunlight.
“I promise,” he said, his voice steady even as his eyes betrayed the fear and uncertainty he couldn’t voice.
You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as sobs wracked your body. “Don’t let it take you,” you begged. “The war… don’t let it take you from me.”
His arms came around you, holding you tightly, as though he could shield you from the cruelty of the world. “Nothing could ever take me from you,” he murmured into your hair. “Not really.”
But as the train’s whistle pierced the air, cutting through the haze of desperation, you felt the lie in his words. The world could take him from you—just as it was about to.
When he pulled back, his hands lingered on your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that refused to stop falling. “Stay strong,” he said. “For me.”
You nodded, though your chest ached so fiercely you thought it might shatter.
The final whistle blew, and with one last lingering look, he turned and climbed aboard the train.
You stood there on the platform, clutching yourself against the cold as the train pulled away, its wheels screeching against the tracks. He leaned out of the window, his locket catching the light as he waved to you.
And then he was gone.
Present
19 December 1954
Your breath came in shallow gasps as you blinked back into the present, your hand trembling as it hovered over the faint scar on his neck.
That locket. You remembered how he’d sworn to return with it, to bring it back to you when the war was over. But he never did.
Tears welled in your eyes as you swallowed hard, the ache of that day at the train station crashing into you like a tidal wave.
“Kento…” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Do you still feel it? Somewhere, do you still feel me?”
He stirred slightly, his lips parting as he murmured something too soft for you to hear. The faint motion pulled you back, grounding you, though the pain in your chest lingered.
Wiping your tears, you leaned back in the chair and opened Leaves of Grass again. Your voice wavered as you began to read, the words trembling with the weight of love, memory, and hope.
You didn’t stop. You wouldn’t stop.
Because you still believed—somewhere deep in your heart—that the man you loved was still in there, waiting to find his way back to you.
25 December 1954
The morning sun filtered through the frosted hospital windows, its weak rays casting a golden glow on the endless white expanse outside. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the heavens, blanketing the earth in a serene stillness. The halls of the hospital buzzed with quiet activity, nurses exchanging soft smiles as they wished each other a Merry Christmas. You, too, wandered through the corridors, stopping at each room to offer gentle holiday greetings to the patients.
But your heart felt heavy.
It had been days since the flood of memories had overwhelmed you, each one more vivid than the last—his smile under the lemon trees, the sound of his laughter, the warmth of his embrace. You carried them like fragile glass in your chest, terrified that holding them too tightly might shatter you completely.
Today was Christmas, a day of hope and miracles, but for you, it was just another day to face the ache of loving someone who didn’t remember you.
With trembling hands, you approached his room, your heart thudding in your chest. The small, wrapped gift in your hand felt heavier than it should have. It wasn’t much—just a token, a gesture—but you’d hoped it might bring a flicker of light to his eyes, even if he couldn’t recall why it mattered.
Pushing the door open quietly, you stepped inside. He was sitting up, his body still frail but his presence strong. His amber eyes turned toward you, and for a fleeting moment, you thought you saw something there—something familiar, something real.
“Merry Christmas,” you said softly, forcing a smile as you approached his bedside.
He nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Merry Christmas.”
You placed the gift on the small table beside him, your fingers lingering on the ribbon as you tried to steady your breath. “It’s not much, but I thought… I thought you might like it.”
He tilted his head, studying you with an intensity that made your chest tighten. “You’ve been crying again,” he said, his voice hoarse but gentle.
Your eyes widened, caught off guard by his observation. “I’m fine,” you whispered, shaking your head. “It’s just… the season. It brings back memories, that’s all.”
His gaze lingered on you, and for a moment, the silence between you was suffocating. Then, he reached out, his fingers brushing yours as they rested on the edge of the bed. “Tell me,” he said.
“Tell you what?”
“About the memories,” he said, his voice quieter now. “About… us.”
Your breath hitched, tears welling in your eyes as you struggled to find the words. “Kento, you—”
But before you could finish, his hand tightened slightly around yours. “Mia Stella,” he whispered.
The world stopped.
You froze, your eyes snapping to his as your heart began to race. “What… what did you say?”
“Mia Stella,” he repeated, his voice stronger this time. His eyes, once clouded with confusion, now shone with a clarity you hadn’t seen in years. “That’s what I called you. My star. You were my light, even in the darkest times.”
The tears you’d been holding back broke free, streaming down your face as a sob escaped your lips. “Kento…”
“I remember,” he said, his voice cracking as his own tears began to fall. “I remember everything. The lemon grove. The nights under the stars. The way you always smiled, even when I was too stubborn to. And I remember… how much I love you.”
You collapsed onto the edge of the bed, your hands clutching his as you wept. “I waited for you,” you choked out. “For ten years, I waited. I never gave up, even when it hurt, even when I thought you were gone forever.”
He reached up, his hand trembling as it brushed against your cheek. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “For all the pain I caused you. For making you wait. But I’m here now. I’m here.”
You leaned into his touch, your tears falling freely as you nodded. “You’re here,” you echoed, your voice breaking. “That’s all that matters.”
He pulled you closer, his arms weak but steady as they wrapped around you. “Mia Stella,” he murmured again, his lips brushing against your temple. “You’re my everything. You always have been.”
For the first time in a decade, you felt the weight of your heart lift. The man you loved had returned to you—not just in body, but in spirit.
And as the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in white, you held onto him, knowing that this Christmas was a miracle you would never forget.
It was the White Christmas he had always promised you.
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This Year and You! (Various Fics)
Just a look back at certain stories throughout the months! Can you imagine it’s been another with you and Cookies!
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January - Final Days
“What are you looking at, Y/N Cookie?”
“Hm, oh hey, Pure Vanilla. It’s just..a photo. I took….of me and my friends…”
“Oh? Can I perhaps take a look?”
“N-No, I’m..not ready to share this with others yet. It’s..a sensitive story for me…”
“O-oh, it’s okay! Please, take all the time you need. I’ll be there whenever you’re ready…”
“Yeah…”
You looked at the photo. You and your…former close friends. Smiling, enjoying yourselves.
“Thank you…”
You missed those times together. You had missed your friends. Them. Not what they had become…
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February - Storm Warning
“Where’s Y/N Cookie? Did they skip out on fishing with us today?”
“Yeah, I’d reckon they won’t be fishin’ with us for a while! Something about the ocean havin’ scaring them.”
“They’re afraid of the ocean? I’ve seen them fish in dangerous waters before. You telling me a little storm is scaring them?”
“I tried telling ‘em that. It felt..off when they looked at me in the eyes and whispered somethin’ to me.”
“What was it?”
“That this was no ordinary storm…”
Lightning crashes and thunder booms as the two fishermen cookies jump. They’d normally tried to sweep it under the rug as the storm just picking up.
If not for the sound of crying far off in the distant sea…
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March - Ingrained
You couldn’t move…
Seeing through the vines that shielded you from the outside world, not sure if passing by cookies observing and marveling at you…or the plant that Herb Cookie had become feeding off your life powder…
Vines were pierced into your dough, so you couldn’t even pull them off if you wanted to. You barely had the strength….
Herb Cookie…he said…you wouldn’t die. A part of you actually wished you could…
Or at least wish he was here right now, anything to break the monotony of vines settling and moving around you…
His empty, smiling husk right next to you didn’t exactly look like the type to have conversation with…
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April - The Dessert Report
You had carefully placed the ancient desserts into your office fridge before closing it, locking it by typing in a numbered keypad that was hooked to the fridge on the wall.
“The shift is over, manager. Where is our just dues..?”
You quickly turned around to see Redcap Mushroom and Demoncake Kitsune Cookie hidden in the shadows of your moonlit office.
“Right, right. I know, just let me head to the break room and get them-“
“We saw you place desserts in that fridge just now. We’ll take that…”
“What? I’m sorry, you two. These particular desserts aren’t for anyone to consume.”
Demoncake Kitsune floated fast towards you, leaning down her tall figure to stare directly at you with her glowing red eyes and black slit pupils.
“….”
“Come on, Demoncake. You’re well aware of what I told you both about desserts made from the Ancient Heroes.”
“Then we’ll need double of today’s worth in…pay. We don’t like being held out on, manager~”
“Plenty of Cookies came in today with gifts, that works for me.”
You escorted the two out of your office towards the front of the store.
You take a second to glance back at the locked fridge…
Once you’ve tasted something so s..w..e..e..t, nothing else would ever satisfy…
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May - The Lone Giant
Earthbread officials have declared the Lone Giant a passive hazard that’s meant to stay out of the way of. Attempts to approach the Giant has been met with hostile resistance from a group wearing white masks.
Towns in the path of the Giant are strongly advised to remain indoors until it has passed. Do not attempt to provide aid to Cookies that are outside during these curfews, they are beyond saving.
Do not try to apprehend or go to the Giant as it is considered extremely dangerous, whether the Giant itself or by the hostile group of Cookies spotted close by it.
Many Cookies continue to go missing in the Giant’s path to this day.
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June - Yin and Yang
“I’m sorry, but Y/N Cookie is not in at the moment. Please feel free to leave any message or gift with me.”
“…I see. But do please tell them that I wish to..spend the afternoon with them? Is that right?”
“Right, I’ll go ahead and pencil that in for you, your Majesty-“
“KEEP THE DOOR OPEN! KEEP THE DOOR OPEN!”
Dumpling Cookie and Dark Cacao Cookie turned to see you frantically running towards the castle door, your face completely covered in pink and purple kiss marks! Your culprits in high pursuit behind you, Affogato and Peach Blossom Cookie.
“Oh, why did you have to pull away so soon~ I wasn’t done with our little get-together~”
“Is everything alright, Y/N Cookie~? I had just prepare a special peach bao I prepared just for you.”
“I needed room to breathe!”
You dart in through the gap in the castle door and Dumpling Cookie quickly closes it, turning back to Dark Cacao Cookie.
“Should I tell them of your message?”
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July - Volition’s End
Dark Cacao Cookie climbed up the steps, having to stop to catch his breath when he noticed the statue of Mystic Flour Cookie…along with another Cookie beside her, one he didn’t recognize.
“That Cookie…who..?”
“That would be Captain Y/N Cookie, a guard of Mystic Flour Cookie, my Lord.”
Cloud Haetae was oddly more..quiet when bringing up this Cookie, something Dark Cacao Cookie noticed.
“Their sole duty was to protect Mystic Flour Cookie at any cost, even the cost of their own live itself. And that’s exactly what they did, defending her from Cookies that burned with hatred.”
“I..had never seen Mystic Flour Cookie act the way she did ever since that day. Kind of like you, my Lord. She cherished Y/N Cookie more than anything, holding onto their crumbled body as she returned to her cocoon. Because all she needed was them..”
“Have you ever experienced the feeling of emptiness for so long, my Lord?”
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August - Feathered Envy
“Tell me, truly! Who’s the most beautiful of us two? It’s very clear that it’s me, right?”
“Well…”
“Please, allow my precious to answer for themselves. Their answer must come from the bottom of their heart..”
“What? Are you afraid that my darling little Cookie may prefer the more beautiful one between us, Sugar Swan Cookie?”
“Let them answer for themself.”
“It’s clear who they’ll pick anyway. You might as well fly off already. The season is waiting for you-“
“The season can wait. Let them answer truthfully.”
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September - Tale of the Forced Hand
“Will you be alright, Y/N Cookie?”
You gave Pure Vanilla Cookie a reassuring nod, but you kept clutching your head.
“Yeah…yeah, I’ll be okay. I-I don’t know what happened back there. I just saw you all in danger and something in me just..wanted to do something to help.”
“That power you displayed, it was something Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t expect, yet relished in.”
“That smile of his, he knew something..but what was it…”
“Regardless, it’s possible he’s alerted the other Beasts about you. If what he had done was anything, he may not be willing to let you go a second time.”
“Something’s going on here, Pure Vanilla Cookie. It’s like I…remembered Shadow Milk Cookie, but..I didn’t know him at the same time either…”
“Y/N Cookie, could it be that..”
“No. There’s no way. I’ve lived an ordinary life since the beginning! I remember traveling and staying at the Cookie Kingdom when it used to be rubble.”
“Shadow Milk Cookie’s word cannot help trusted…”
“..yet his words always carry a speck of truth. No, I..couldn’t be this Compassion, right?”
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October - Five Nights with Dragons
“Is everything alright with the Great Dragon recently?
“I don’t know, they’ve been acting different since the sacrifice a while ago…”
“Did they..actually get the sacrifice..?”
“They did, I was there to check out the aftermath, the whole place was a mess. Yet, not a crumb was in sight on the floor.”
“Then what happened to the sacrifice?”
“No one knows. The cameras only caught the Great Dragons dragging them out of the home.”
“Then why…why is the Great Dragon angrier then they’ve ever been before?”
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November - Cookie to the Rescue
“So, you really endangered yourself to rescue Golden Osmanthus Cookie is what I’m hearing.”
“Pretty much. I wasn’t going to just leave her, Dumpling Cookie. I didn’t care if I crumbled off an arm to do so!”
“That’s quite the strong feeling towards a Cookie you’ve only met for a little while..”
“So what? Are you going to be like Crowned about this?”
“I was only asking, ‘kay? Remember that this kingdom needs you, Y/N Cookie. You can’t always throw yourself into danger and come out of it all right.”
“I know…”
“But seeing you go out of your way to help others, it’s one of the many things I like you about, Y/N.”
“O-Oh! Thank you, Dumpling Cookie.”
“So..what’s your relationship with Golden Osmanthus?”
“So nosy!”
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December - Destructive Influence
You hurried into a quiet part of the arena locker rooms, quickly pulling the small bit of incense you had stashed away. Taking a deep breath of its fragrance, you felt his influence slip away bit by bit as your mind calms down.
“And just what are you doing?”
“Keeping you from going out of control. What was that back there?! I-I thought you were just going to rough them up a little, not completely tear those three apart!”
“Hahaha! Why would I hold back against pathetic worms who crumble at the first sign of strength such as mine! I helped you and your bunch of friends, you OWE me.”
“I owe you nothing. You could’ve crumbled them! They may be..not the best sort of Cookies, but-“
“But WHAT?! Will you allow these weak, so weak Cookies to push you around?! Or will you allow me to show you the type of power you can have? Where no Cookie in your way will be able to stop you!”
“I…”
“Or will you end up as dust on like any other Cookie before you…?”
You looked at your right hand, it was trembling as it clenched into a fist. You felt a burning sensation coursing through your very dough, as if he was manifesting his power through it.
“Your enemy will not show mercy. Are you not going to give them the same or are you going to them every ounce of power that COURSES THROUGH YOUR DOUGH?!”
“ENOUGH!”’
You punched the wall in front of you, making the room tremble as you make a large dent in the wall. The burning faded as did Burning Spice’s influence..
Thank Swan for Golden Osmanthus Cookie’s incense. You only hope it can remain effective for as long as you needed it…
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It’s been a great year with you all! Here’s to another!
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midnight sun
authors note: don't ask. don't ask. don't ask.
words: 1.8k
warnings: angst, domestic violence
song inspo: 'faithfully' by journey
And bein' apart ain't easy on this love affair Two strangers learn to fall in love again I get the joy of rediscovering you
Pressure.
A constant, almost soothing, irreparable thing. A loyal companion that hasn’t escaped nor forsaken him for as long as he can remember. The perpetual weight of responsibility that was assigned to him the day he entered this world, and something that will remain with him until the day he leaves it.
Whenever the fuck that’ll be.
At this rate and with his luck, not for a very long time.
“Did you know that the average person has four bad days per month?” An overheard question. Something Roman has to scoff at. Whatever sample that was used that produced such a statistic had to have been the fucking soccer and yoga moms. The ones who consider Starbucks being out of fucking pumpkin spice the definition of a bad day. “Adults also apparently smile 15 to 20 times per day.”
Another random fact that’s overheard, except it’s something that Roman realizes is much closer than he initially realized. The proximity does not align with something that’s in earshot. More so something that’s right in front of him.
“I don’t know if I—if I really believe all that, but—”
With a heavy sigh, he lifts his head, ready to lay into the poor, unsuspecting soul. “Why are you fucking talking to—”
Two abrupt stops. Two interruptions. Two complete collisions.
A second round.
Years. Almost twenty, and yet the instant his eyes lock with hers, he knows, and judging by the way she drops the notepad in her hand, she knows, too.
It’s been some time since he’s felt so thoroughly shaken, but that’s exactly what he feels in this moment.
“Solana?”
Not that there was any doubt before, but the tiny gasp that leaves her mouth is all the confirmation he needs that this is most definitely her.
Her eyes. So big, brown, and inquisitive. Once filled with an abundance of hurt and pain, an ideal match with his all that time ago, is no longer the same. Something different. There’s some trace of happiness. Yet, there’s something almost disingenuous about it. Like, it’s a poor attempt at camouflaging what was felt so long ago.
What might still be felt.
“Roman….”
His jaw clenches. It’s been so long since he’s heard his name leave the mouth of someone like her. Soft. Innocent. Kind.
None of those non-physical things about her have changed. He can tell that even in this brief, unexpected interaction.
Naturally, his eyes move over her, noticing her hair is no longer long and cascading down her back. It’s short, barely brushing past her shoulders. Lighter. It suits her.
Her body is filled out, shapely, womanly, heavy in the desired areas. And the minute her mouth curls into an almost hesitant smile, he finds himself pleased that that has remained unchanged.
She always had such a soothing, beautiful smile.
“I—what—what are you doing here?”
A good fucking question considering he has a million and other things on his to-do list and not one of them includes sitting in this random coffee shop he drove past on his aimless drive.
“I mean,” she laughs nervously, hand to her face, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, that’s—that’s a silly question. You don’t have to answer—”
“I was driving and saw it. Wanted coffee.” Not necessarily a lie. He does now want coffee but not necessarily when he chose to park his Maserati and enter into the quiet, almost wholesome shop. “You work here.” A statement. Not a question.
Nodding, he’s much more pleased than he should be to see her smile grow. “Well, technically, I—I own it, but—”
“You own this place?” To anyone else, it’s perhaps a silly thing to “ask” given she just said as such, but for him, for them, it's so much more.
Her smile is bright, a light that contrasts the still unhealed bruises on her face as she shares with much more hope and optimism than anyone in their situation should have, “I want to own a coffee shop some day.” Looking over at him, consciously or unconsciously scooting closer, she challenges, “guess what I’m gonna name it?”
A bitter scoff leaves his mouth. He rolls his eyes but still gives it a go. “Sunshine’s place or some shit like that?”
Her giggle is a respite from the heaviness of the past two weeks. The only escape he’s found in this hell hole. And not just the facility.
“No. I’m gonna name it—”
“Dulce’s…..” Roman pulls himself from a memory buried so deep, he doesn’t know how he was able to retrieve it. “You always said…..”
“Yeah…..” she answers in a low voice, pushing back some of her hair, a nervous habit he sees still exists. But, it’s not the habit he’s focused on. It’s the diamond on her finger.
An engagement ring.
“You’re engaged.” Another assessment. One that shouldn’t stir up whatever the fuck is brewing within him.
For a second, she looks like it’s a surprise to her as well. And, he sees it, catches the brief glimpse of an attempted escape.
That sadness. A feeling that doesn’t quite escape a person, not to the extent she felt.
That they both felt.
Still feels, clearly.
For her, at least.
Maybe.
“Y—yes. Ummm—”
“Solana.”
Another voice introduced to the conversation. Male. Gruff. Infuriating. Roman cuts his eyes to the out of shape man who looks like a recovering alcoholic and someone who doesn’t need to be talking or even around her.
“Cody’s waiting.”
Cody?
But, Roman doesn’t have time to think too much about that ugly ass name. His focus is back on Solana, Solana who has suddenly shifted from slightly timid to downright terrified. She’s grasping at the material of her apron. “But, I—I thought he said I could work all day tod—”
“Plans changed.” A rude, coarse interruption that has Roman’s jaw ticking. Just who the fuck is this man and why does he think he can talk to Solana like that?
“Don’t you see we’re in the middle of a fucking conversation?” A much too late entrance into whatever this is, but an arrival nonetheless. “Leave.”
For some reason, it seems the man only now decided to pay attention to just who she was speaking to, a recognition that has his eyes widened as he turns back to Solana, poorly whispering, “do you know who the fuck this is?”
“Kevin, please. I’ll—I’ll be out in a minute.” It ticks him the fuck off that she’s practically begging this motherfucker, a man who Roman doesn’t even know but would love to put a bullet in.
Just might after today.
Kevin scoffs and shakes his head. “Your mistake.”
He says nothing else, turning to walk away, Roman standing to possibly commit murder when Solana moves her hand in front of him, as if trying to stop him.
“It’s—it’s fine. My—my fiancé is here.”
Roman looks down at her, still completely unnerved by her complete shift in demeanor. Her fear is practically palpable.
“Solana….” He sees her eyes shut as her name leaves his mouth. “What’s going o—”
“It—it was good to see you, Roman,” she cuts him off, forcing a smile that doesn’t meet her eyes. “But, I—I have to go.” And it’s as she turns to walk away, he makes the mistake of grabbing her wrist. Instant regret fills him when she jumps but something else as well.
Suspicion.
Solana has always been jumpy. He’s known that from the day they met at that god-awful place so many years ago. But something about the fear that courses through her, is stamped on her voice, feels….different.
He drops his hand, stating in a low voice. “Give me your phone.”
Her eyes widen. “Roman—”
“Please.” A word no one on this goddamn earth could torture out of him, but something that so easily rolls off his tongue for her.
Obviously confused, her expression remains torn even as she reaches in the pocket of her apron, pulling out and unlocking her phone. He takes it from her, ignoring that strange feeling when their hands touch.
Moving fast and thinking quick, he programs his number, choosing an unsuspecting name, one he knows she and only she will recognize.
Handing it back to her, he instructs, “you need anything, you call me.” It’s not preferred. What he’d prefer is to walk outside and snap that Kevin and this Cody person, if he’s outside too, necks. Would prefer to tell her to just stay with him. But, it’s too much. Much too much given how long it’s been.
And yet, they seem so easily falling back into routine.
She’s still visibly nervous, holding her phone in her hand instead of placing it back in the apron. Another pained smile followed up with, “goodbye, Roman.”
He doesn’t say it back, almost refuses to. Just watches as she moves to the back of the shop, coming out a few minutes later, apron discarded, purse on her shoulder, nearly rushing out without sparing him a glance even if his gaze never leaves her.
Solana is only able to barely slide into the back of the SUV, the door held open by an irritated Kevin when she’s yanked by her hair.
Piercing blue eyes stare down at her, his other hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing tightly but not enough to completely restrict speech.
“Where the fuck were you?!”
His voice is harsh and angry, as is the look in his eyes. She opens her mouth to try to respond when he instead smashes her head into the window. She winces but refuses to cry out in pain even when his fist collides with her jaw. Her eyes clench shut, Solana already tasting the blood forming in her mouth.
“When I tell you to come, you fucking come, you understand me?!” He shouts, once again grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Nodding helplessly, she forces out an answer, ignoring the blood leaking out the corner of her mouth. “Y—yes, sir.”
He scoffs, a cruel, wicked smile on his face as he takes pride in his work. In her terror. “Pathetic,” he hisses, shoving her away. Solana moves as far into the corner as she can, forever grateful when he pulls out his phone and initiates a phone call like nothing happened.
It’s stupid and risky and something she most definitely shouldn't be doing, but Solana can’t stop herself from also pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts, moving to the R’s only to find nothing there.
There’s an emptiness that accompanies that realization that makes no sense. A sadness that fills her at the thought that he didn’t, but…..the look on his face, so handsome and strong, the fact that he even asked….he had to.
So, she continues to scroll, carefully assessing for each stored contact, stopping when she sees it. Emotion fills her for a completely different reason, reading the single word that carries such weight and meaning.
Journey
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Surprise, Surprise!
Lalisa Manoban ( Lisa )
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( meaty thighs is what they ask for... )
Y/N tugged firmly on the leash, forcing Lisa to craw at a brisk pace to keep up with his stride. The tight collar around her neck made it difficult for her to breathe, but the discomfort only seemed to heighten her excitement.
Lisa’s heart raced as she followed Y/N, blind and helpless, her body trembling with anticipation. The prospect of whatever twisted surprise he had in store for her filled her with a delirious sense of dread and desire.
With each step, the collar dug into her skin, the pressure building until she thought she might pass out. Yet through the haze of her own need, Lisa reveled in the sensations, her pussy dripping with arousal at her complete and utter submission to Y/N’s will.
As Y/N opened the door, he announced in a booming voice,
“The highest breed of bitch, the one and only piece in the whole world – LALISA MANOBAN – is here for service!”
Lisa’ s heart raced, the words sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. Blind and helpless, she crawled into the room, the tight collar around her neck making each breath a struggle.
As she entered, Lisa could sense the presence of others in the room. The thought of being on display, of being used and shared, only heightened he arousal. Her pussy throbbed with need, pre-cum glistening on her swollen folds.
With trembling anticipation, Lisa waited to discover what delights Y/N and his guests had in store for her. She knew her role was to serve, to be their obedient pet, and she was more than ready to fulfill her purpose.
Y/N pulled Lisa into his lap, and she let out a noticeable moan as she felt his bulge through his shorts. He left tender kisses along her back as he whispered into her ear.
“Your colleagues who were in the meeting yesterday somehow managed to find out that I was the one behind your shameless act. They asked me to arrange a night with you and your body, as they were too captivated by your slut side.”
Lisa’s heart raced, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. The thought of being shared, of being used by multiple men, sent a thrill down her spine. She knew she should be appalled, but the ache between her thighs betrayed her true desires.
Trembling, she pressed herself back against Y/N, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“Then what are we waiting for, daddy? I’m ready to serve them all, to be their obedient little whore.”
She ground her hips against his lap, desperate for any friction to ease the throbbing of her needy pussy.
Y/N’s grip tightened, and Lisa knew there was no turning back. She was his to command, his to share with whomever he pleased. The prospect filled her with a twisted sense of anticipation, her body alive with the promise of depraved delights to come.
Lisa waited with bated breath for Y/N’s reply, but he remained silent, instead leaving a few more tender licks and kisses along her back. Growing more desperate, she spoke up louder, her voice dripping with lust so that everyone could hear.
“Please, daddy, don’t keep me waiting any longer. I need to serve your guests, to be their obedient little slut. Let me show them how much of a shameless whore I can be.”
Her hips ground against Y/N’s lap, the friction barely enough to satisfy the throbbing ache between her thighs. Lisa was consumed by her lust, her entire being focused on pleasing the men who awaited her.
“Use me, all of you. I’ll do anything you desire, no matter how depraved. Just me feel your cocks, stretching and filling up. I need to be debased and defiled until I’m nothing but a trembling, desperate mess.”
Lisa’s words dripped with desperation, her tone laced with a wicked excitement. She was ready to surrender herself completely, to become the plaything of Y/N and his guests, no matter the cost.
Lisa’s eyes went wide with a mix of fear and exhilaration as Y/N yanked her collar roughly, pulling her close.
“Oh daddy, I’ll handle it so well,”
She purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“Please, let me prove how much of a shameless slut I can be.”
Trembling with anticipation, she knew her role was to serve, to be their obedient plaything, and she was more than ready to fulfill her purpose.
As Y/N tightened his grip on her collar, Lisa felt a thrill of submission coursing through her. She was powerless to resist, her mind and body surrendered to his twisted desires. With a soft moan, she pressed herself against him, silently begging to be used and defiled.
As the blindfold was removed, Lisa’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the seven colleagues gathered before her. To her shock, even the director of her new song was among them. However, her initial surprise quickly morphed into a look of pure, unbridled lust.
Seizing the moment, Lisa began to shamelessly seduce the men with her sultry expression and dirty talk. She ground her hips against Y/N’s clothed cock, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him.
“Look at all of you, so captivated by my shameless side,”
She purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“Well, now you get to see just how much of a desperate slut I can be.”
Licking her lips, Lisa gazed hungrily at the men, her eyes filled with a wicked excitement.
“Who wants to be the first to use my needy little holes? I’ll make sure each and every one of you gets to have your fill.”
As she spoke, Lisa continued to bounce on Y/N’s lap, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate with each passing moment. The prospect of being shared and defiled by multiple men had her pussy throbbing with need, her juices soaking through the thin fabric of Y/N’s shorts.
Y/N’s voice boomed with authority as he addressed the gathered men.
“Gentlemen, feel free to use any of her holes. She’s been trained to take it all. But remember, no cumming inside her pussy or ass.”
He paused, a cruel smirk spreading across his face.\
“Now, who wants to see how deep this little whore’s throat goes? Place your bets, gentlemen.”
Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a wicked excitement as she gazed hungrily at the men. Without hesitation, she slid off Y/N’s lap and sank to her knees, her hands reaching out to undo the flies of the nearest man.
“Who’s first??”
She purred, her voice dripping with lust.
“I’m ready to service each and every one of you, however you desire.”
As the men surged forward, eager to claim their prize, Lisa steeled herself, prepared to demonstrate the full extent of her shameless depravity. This was her chance to prove her worth, to show that she was nothing more than a desperate, obedient slut, ready to be used and defiled to the fullest.
As the colleague spoke, that ‘he is so happy seeing Lisa all naked since he saw Lisa shamelessly cum in the meeting moaning Y/N’s name’ Lisa felt a thrill of excitement course through her. She remembered the shameless display in the meeting, how she had shamelessly moaned Y/N’s name as she came, unable to control her wanton desires.
Licking her lips, Lisa gazed up at the man, her eyes filled with a wicked gleam.
“Oh, you saw that, did you? I’m so glad my little display captivated you.’
She reached out, her fingers trailing teasingly along the outline of his straining erection.
Without further hesitation, Lisa tugged down the man’s zipper, freeing his throbbing cock. Leaning in, she flickered her tongue across the tip, savoring the salty pre-cum that beaded there.
“Mmmm, you taste delicious. Now let’s see how much of this I can fit down my throat.”
Gazing up at him with hooded eyes, Lisa parted her lips and slowly engulfed his length, her throat relaxing to accommodate him. She began to bob her head, her tongue swirling and caressing as she worked to please him.
Lisa paused her ministrations, removing the colleague’s cock from her mouth. With a desperate whine, she crawled back to Y/N, tugging on the leash that bound her collar.
“Daddy, please! I need to cum for him. I need to show him how much of a crazy, broken bitch in heat I can be.”
Gazing up at Y/N with pleading eyes.
“Please daddy, let me oblige his demand. I’ll cum so hard, I’ll be nothing but a trembling, wanton mess. Just let me prove how much of a shameless slut I am.”
The ache between her thighs was unbearable, and Lisa knew only Y/N’s touch could provide the relief she craved. She waited with bated breath, her body alive with anticipation, ready to shatter under the weight of her own desperate lust.
Y/N gently spoke to Lisa,
“You can cum, pet,”
However, despite her desperate attempts, Lisa found herself unable to climax. The colleagues looked on in confusion, wondering why the shameless slut before them couldn’t seem to find her release. Sensing their bewilderment, Lisa spoke up, her voice laced with need.
“It’s because daddy has so much control over me. Until he touches my pussy, I won’t be able to cum, no matter how much I try.”
She gazed up at Y/N, her eyes pleading.
“Please daddy, I need you. I need to feel your hand on me, to let me shatter under the weight of my own lust. Only then can I give these men the show they desire.”
Lisa’s body trembled with unfulfilled desire, her pussy throbbing with need. She waited with bated breath, ready to surrender herself, knowing that only then would she be able to provide the depraved display the colleagues craved.
Y/N laughed in cruel triumph as the colleagues questioned whether Lisa’s claim was true. Before he could reply, Lisa spoke up, a hint of frustration in her voice.
“Can’t you see I’m not able to cum, no matter how much I try? It’s the truth – I can’t orgasm without daddy touching my pussy.”
She gazed at the men, her eyes filled with a desperate need.
Shifting on her knees, Lisa pressed her thighs together, trying in vain to find some relief for the ache between them.
“Please, just let him touch me. I need to cum so badly, to shatter under the weight of my own lust. I’ll be such a good, shameless slut for all of you, I promise.”
Her words dripped with wanton need, and she could feel her juices soaking the insides of her thighs. Lisa was consumed by her desire, ready to do whatever it took to earn Y/N’s touch and provide the depraved display the colleagues craved.
Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wicked excitement at Y/N’s words. Without hesitation, she turned her attention to the gathered men, her tongue darting out to teasingly lick her lips.
“As you wish, daddy. I’ll lick every man in this room clean.”
Her voice dripped with sultry promise as she crawled towards the first man, gazing up at him hungrily.
“Who’s first? I’m going to make sure every single one of you is squeaky clean.”
Reaching up, Lisa grasped the man’s shaft, guiding it towards her waiting mouth. Flicking her tongue across the tip, she moaned softly, savoring his taste. Slowly, she began to lower her head, taking him deeper into her throat with each bob of her head.
The other men watched in rapt attention, their own arousals growing as they anticipated their turn. Lisa moved from one to the next, lavishing each cock with her talented mouth, her eyes shining with a depraved delight.
When she had attended to them all, Lisa crawled back to Y/N, her lips glistening with their combined fluids.
“There, daddy. They’re all nice and clean, just like you wanted.”
She gazed up at him, silently pleading for the touch she craved.
Suddenly the colleagues erupted in outrage, accusing Lisa of being a lying bitch who didn’t want to cum.
“Why don’t we test your claim gentlemen?”
Y/N stood up from the couch, his voice booming with authority.
“Gentlemen, get creative - see if you can make her cum without me.”
Lisa’s eyes widened in a mix of fear and excitement as the men surged forward, determined to prove her wrong. She knew she had no choice but to submit, to allow them to do as they pleased.
Trembling, she lowered herself to the floor, spreading her legs in wanton invitation.
“Pleases, do your worst.”
She purred, her voice dripping with sultry need.
“I’ll prove to you all how much of a shameless slut I am.”
As the men began to touch and caress her body, Lisa let out a series of desperate moans, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to find the release she craved. But no matter how they tried, she remained frustratingly unfulfilled, her body betraying her dependence on Y/N’s touch. Finally, exhausted and humiliated, Lisa turned to Y/N, her eyes pleading.
“Daddy, please… I need you. Only you can make me cum like the broken bitch I am.”
One of the men, yanked Lisa between them, yelling in her face.
“Y/N gave us the authority, so you better not go crawling back to him. As of now, we hold all the power over you.”
Lisa’s eyes went wide with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew she had no choice but to submit to their demands. Trembling, she nodded meekly.
“Y-yes, sirs. I’m yours to use as you please.”
The men erupted in triumphant cheers, already reaching out to touch and grope her body. Lisa steeled herself, determined to prove her worth as a shameless, obedient slut. No matter what they had in store for her, she would endure it, desperate to earn the release she craved.
As their hands roamed her curves, Lisa let out a series of wanton moans, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to find friction. She was at their mercy now, ready to be debased and defiled in whatever way they saw fit.
As the two men began to finger Lisa together, she let out an amazed moan, her back arching in pleasure. The sensation of their four fingers stretching and filling her tight pussy was almost too much to bear.
“Oh, fuck!”
She cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop, please!”
Lisa ground her hips against their hands, desperate for more. The men watched in awe as her pussy clenched and fluttered around their probing digits, her juices coating their fingers.
“Damn, she’s so tight!”
One of them exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with lust.
“I can’t wait to see what else this little slut can take.”
Encouraged by their reactions. Lisa continued to moan and whimper, putting on a shameless display of her depraved need. She was determined to prove her worth, to show them just how much of a desperate, obedient whore she could be.
As the other men began groping Lisa’s breasts and torturing her sensitive nipples, she let out a series of agonized yet pleasurable cries. The pain-pleasure sensations were almost too much for her to bear, but she reveled in the depraved attention.
“Yes, yes! Hurt me more!”
She begged, her voice hoarse with desperation
“I can take it, I promise. I’m your shameless little slut!”
Lisa’s body trembled with a mix of fear and ecstasy as the men continued their merciless assault on her most sensitive areas. She arched her back, pressing her chest further into their grasping hands, silently pleading for more.
The men seemed to take great delight in her reactions, pinching and twisting her nipples until she was reduced to a whimpering, quivering mess. Yet through it all, Lisa’s eyes shone with a wicked excitement, her mind consumed by the prospect of being used and debased.
Lisa’s eyes widened in a mix of fear and anticipation as the men began discussing the use of a TENS unit. She knew she was in for an intense experience, but the prospect of being electrified only fueled her growing arousal.
“Yes, please!”
She cried out, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“I can take it, I promise. Shock me, hurt me, do whatever you want.”
As the tens unit was brought forth, Lisa braced herself, her body trembling with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She knew the sensations would be overwhelming, but she was determined to prove her worth, to show them just how much she could endure.
The first jolt of electricity sent a searing wave of pleasure-pain through her body, and Lisa let out a guttural moan, her back arching in response. She craved more, her mind consumed by the prospects of being completely at their mercy.
“Yes, yes, moreee!”
She begged, her eyes wild with lust.
“Make me scream, make me beg.”
The colleagues took turns assaulting Lisa with the tens unit, delivering jolt after jolt of searing electricity. Despite their efforts, Lisa’s moans were not for them, but for Y/N. She writhed and whimpered, her body alive with sensation, but her mind was consumed by thoughts of her true master.
“Daddy!”
She cried out, her voice hoarse from screaming.
“Please, I need you! Only you can make me feel this way.”
The men continued their relentless assault, but Lisa refused to give them the satisfaction. Her orgasm remained stubbornly out of reach without Y/N’s touch, her dependence on Y/N’s touch absolute. She was his, and his alone, no matter how hard they tried to break her.
The colleagues, growing increasingly frustrated by Lisa’s refusal to moan their names, unleashed a relentless barrage of electric shocks across her entire body. The jolts of electricity assaulted every inch of her, causing her to convulse and writhe in agony.
Yet even as she screamed in pain, Lisa’s mind remained steadfast. Through the haze of torment, she defiantly moaned out Y/N’s name, her loyalty to her true master unwavering.
The colleagues, enraged by Lisa’s continued defiance, began targeting her most sensitive areas with the relentless electric shocks. The jolts of electricity assaulted her tender flesh, causing her to erupt in agonized screams.
“Stop, please!”
Lisa begged, her voice hoarse and ragged from her cries.
“I can’t take it anymore! Please, make it stop!”
But the men refused to listen, jeering at her pleas.
“What’s that? We can’t hear you over the sound of you being a filthy slut!”
Lisa’s body convulsed and trembled, the shocks overwhelming her senses. Tears streamed down her face as she continued to beg for mercy.
Trapped in a haze of pain and pleasure, she had to hold out, to prove her worth to Y/N’s shameless, obedient whore.
The men continued to mercilessly shock Lisa, yelling at her to scream louder if she wanted them to stop. Summoning every ounce of her strength, Lisa let out a desperate, agonized scream.
“Please, stop! I can’t take it anymore! I’ll do anything, just make it stop!”
Her voice was raw and ragged, laced with pure terror.
The colleagues paused, realizing they had pushed the sweet, innocent Lisa too far. They didn’t want to truly hurt their precious baby girl. Reluctantly, they relented, the shocks finally ceasing.
Lisa collapsed, her body trembling as she gasped for breath. Tears streamed down her face.
Y/N approached Lisa, gently placing his hand on her face.
“You’re still not allowed to cum, pet. But the gentlemen have paid me a lot of money, so they get to have their fun with you for now.”
He stepped back, settling onto the couch to watch.
Lisa’s eyes lit up with excitement at Y/N’s words.
“Oh, daddy, thank you! I’m so grateful you’re letting them play with me.”
She turned to the colleagues, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“Please, use me however you want. I’m your shameless little slut, ready to serve you all.”
Eagerly, Lisa presented herself to the men, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew her release would have to wait, but the prospect of being their plaything only fueled her growing arousal. With Y/N’s approval, she was free to indulge her deepest, most depraved desires.
The men began touching and feeling Lisa’s curves once more, their hands roaming her body with a newfound gentleness. They murmured apologies for their previous merciless actions, admitting that hearing her desperate screams and pleas had only fueled their lust further.
“We couldn’t help ourselves, darling,”
One of them purred, his fingers tracing the lines of her figure.
“Your cries were just so delicious. But we promise to be more… considerate this time.”
Lisa shivered at their words, her body alive with anticipation. She knew she was at their mercy. Gazing up at the men through hooded eyes, Lisa let out a soft, sultry moan.
“Then please, don’t hold back. Use me however you want. I’m your shameless little slut, ready to serve you all.”
A few of the men continued playing with Lisa’s body, teasing her nipples and pussy, while others turned to Y/N, curious about his methods.
“What did you do to make Lisa like this?”
One of them asked.
“She was such a strong girl, how come she’s reduced to this level where she can’t even cum independently?”
Y/N smirked, basking in the attention.
“Oh, I have my ways of breaking even the strongest women. Lisa is my shameless, obedient slut now – she craves my touch, my control. Without me, she’s just a needy little thing.”
Lisa preened under Y/N’s words, her body trembling with wanton need.
“It’s true, sirs. I’m nothing without daddy.”
Y/N beamed with pride as he praised Lisa, his words filling her with a sense of accomplishment.
“That’s right, pet. Everything that’s happened to you, you deserve it. You’re worth every bit of it.”
Lisa’s face lit up with a bright, triumphant smile. She bounced excitedly, overjoyed at Y/N’s praising.
“Oh, daddy, thank you! I’m so happy.”
Filled with a renewed sense of purpose, Lisa turned to the men, her eyes shining with adoration.
She presented herself to them, her body trembling with anticipation. Lisa knew her release would have to wait, but the prospect of being their plaything only fueled her growing arousal.
Y/N pulled Lisa in for a passionate kiss, his lips claiming hers with fervent need. As they parted, he pushed her forward into the group of seven men who were waiting.
“She’s your now, gentlemen. Do whatever you please, but no fucking in the ass or pussy. Understood?”
Y/N’s gaze then settled on Lisa, his voice low and commanding.
“And you, my pet – seduce these men with your body, your looks, your dirty talk. Show them what a shameless whore you can be.”
In an instant, Lisa’s demeanor shifted. Gone was the meek, obedient girl, replaced by a confident, alluring siren. She sauntered up to the men, her hips swaying with practice grace. Licking her lips, she eyed them hungrily.
“Well, hello there, boys.”
She purred, her voice dripping with sultry promise.
“I’m Lisa, your new favorite slut. Why don’t you come and play with me??”
She reached out, her fingers trailing along one man’s chest as she batted her lashes coyly. Lisa was a proud, shameless whore, and she was ready to put on a show.
The men hungrily descended upon Lisa, their hands and mouths devouring her body. They groped and caresses her curves, their eyes alight with lust as they took in her shameless display.
Lisa reveled in their attention, arching and writhing under their touch. She ran her hands over their chests, her hips grinding against them as she let out sultry moans.
“That’s it, boys,”
She purred, her voice dripping with wanton need.
“Don’t hold back. Use me however you want. I’m your shameless little slut.”
The men not directly engaged with Lisa watches in awe, their minds racing to comprehend how Y/N had managed to transform her into such a wanton, obedient plaything. They could scarcely believe the confident, seductive woman before them was the same girl they had tortured earlier.
Lisa continued to put on a shameless display, reveling in the attention and affection of her new lovers.
The men quickly maneuvered Lisa, making her stand on her legs. In a swift move, one of the men got behind her and smoothly glided his cock between her thighs, starting to dry hump her. As Lisa realized what was happening, she turned her head back and kissed the man passionately. Breaking the kiss, Lisa looked at the man with a coy smile.
“Someone’s really eager, I see,”
She purred, tightening her thighs around his cock.
In front of her, another man yanked her head forward, kissing her roughly. Lisa moaned into the kiss, her body alive with sensations as the men used her.
The men dry humping Lisa from behind continued to lick and nuzzle her neck and backside, feeding her a constant stream of filthy compliments.
“You’re such a good little slut, taking us all like this,”
One man growled against her skin.
“Look at you, so eager for our attention.”
Lisa moaned softly, her focus divided between the man behind her and the ones in front, each vying for her affections. She turned her head, capturing the one man’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with his.
“Mmm, you boys know just how to make a girl feel special.”
She purred, breaking the briefly before diving back in, her hips rolling to match the rhythm of the man grinding against her from behind.
The men dry humping Lisa from behind leaned in close, whispering filthy, degrading praises in her ear.
“That’s right, you dirty little slut. You’re not just any girl – you’re Lisa manoban, the famous BLACKPINK idol. And look at you now, getting used like the shameless whore you are.”
Lisa shuddered at their words, a thrill of humiliation and arousal coursing through her. To be so brazenly degraded, yet treated as something special, only fueled her wanton need.
“Yes, I’m your dirty little idol slut,”
She moaned, grinding her hips back against the man behind her.
“Use me however you want, I deserve it all.”
Lisa’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of pride and debasement. She was living out her most depraved fantasies, and the thought of being so thoroughly debased only made her crave their attention more.
One of the men kissing Lisa in the front suddenly slapped her, then immediately apologized.
“Hey, you should be giving your attention to us up here, not just the ones in the back,”
He said, his voice laced with a hint of possessiveness.
Y/N, seated on the couch, let out a small giggle, amused by the colleagues’ desperate craving for Lisa’s affection.
Lisa’s eyes widened slightly at the unexpected slap, but she quickly recovered, her expression shifting to one of coy submission.
“Of course, sir. Forgive me, I got a little distracted.”
She turned her focus back to the men in front of her, lavishing them with her undivided attention.
Leaning in, Lisa captured one man’s lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with his. As she pulled away, she gazed up at him through hooded eyes.
“There, is that better? I’m all yours now.”
Lisa knew exactly how to keep all her admirers satisfied, seamlessly shifting her focus to ensure no one felt neglected. Y/N watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smirk on his face as his prized possession put on a captivating display.
Lisa turned her head back again and kissed the man using her thighs, pouring all her passion and love into the embrace. As they parted lips, she gazed up at him with innocent, pleading eyes.
“Please, sir, won’t you let one of the others have a turn?”
She asked softly
“I want to make you all feel so good.”
The man hesitated, clearly reluctant to relinquish his position. He gripped Lisa’s hips tighter, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest.
“No way, sweetheart. You’re mine for now.”
He resumed his relentless grinding, eliciting a shudder of pleasure from Lisa.
Undeterred, Lisa continued to lavish attention on the others, her skilled lips and nimble tongue ensuring no one felt neglected.
Lisa gazed up at the man using her thighs, her eyes shining with need.
“Please, sir, let the others have a turn too,”
She pleaded, her voice soft and imploring.
“I want to make you all feel so good. As many times as you want, I’ll be here for you.”
Placing her free hand on his cheek, Lisa offered him a reassuring smile.
“You don’t have to worry, I’m not going anywhere. Use my thighs as many times as you’d like – twice, thrice, unlimited. I’m yours to command.”
The man’s grip on her hips loosened slightly, his expression softening at Lisa’s words. Sensing an opportunity, Lisa turned her attention to the others, her lips curving into a coy smile.
“There, now everyone can have a turn. Isn’t that better?”
The men switched places, and the one who had been using Lisa’s thighs came forward, pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. Lisa responded with equal passion, pouring all of her love into the embrace as she placed her hands on the sides of his head. Behind her, a new man began dry humping her, using her thighs to pleasure himself.
Lisa moaned into the kiss, her body alive with sensations as the men took their turns using her. She was completely immersed in serving her admirers, determined to prove her worth as their shameless, obedient slut. Lisa knew no bounds when it came to satisfying their every desire.
The new man using Lisa’s thighs leaned in, whispering filthy comments in her ear.
“Look at that, you little slut. Your pussy’s just dripping, making it so easy for me to grind against you.”
He let out a low, guttural moan as he felt the slick warmth of her thighs. Lisa shuddered at his words, a thrill of humiliation and arousal coursing through her.
As the men continued their relentless grinding against Lisa’s thighs, one of them seized the opportunity, seeing her mouth was free from the kiss.
“Hey there, you dirty little slut,”
He growled, leaning in close.
“Tell me, how many cocks do you think you can take at once, huh? Bet you’d love to find out.”
Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wanton delight at the man’s vulgar question. She licked her lips, slowly. She arched her back, pressing her body flush against the man behind her, silently begging for more of their attention and degradation.
The men in the front started to drool and spit onto Lisa’s face, coating her features in a glistening sheen. Lisa giggled delightedly at their handiwork, clearly reveling in their degrading attention.
She reached up, tenderly caressing one of the men’s face.
“Oh, you boys are making me look so pretty.”
She purred, her voice dripping with adoration.
“I love how you’re making me as your own.”
Lisa’s eyes sparkled with genuine joy and contentment. She was in her element, serving as the shameless plaything of these men who craved her body and attention. Every drop of saliva, every debasing act, only fueled her growing arousal and sense of purpose.
Turning her head slightly, Lisa gazed up at the man behind her, grinding against his thick cock.
“Don’t worry, darling, there’s plenty of me to go around. I’m your obedient little slut, after all.”
Lisa was determined to prove her worth, to show these men that she was deserving of their every twisted desire. In her mind, there was no act too depraved, no humiliation too great. She was theirs to command, body and soul.
As a new man slid his cock between Lisa’s thighs, roughly grinding against her, Lisa was momentarily caught off guard. However, her expression quickly shifted to one of wanton lust.
“You boys aren’t really gentlemen at all, are you?”
She purred, her voice teasing and dripping with seduction.
Before she could finish her sentence, Lisa smashed her lips the new men’s, kissing him with unbridled passion. Her body arched back, pressing against his as she lost herself in the sensation of being used.
Lisa was a shameless, obedient slut, and she reveled in the attention and degradation of these men. She craved their twisted affections, determined to prove her worth as their plaything.
One of the men chuckled darkly, eyeing Lisa with predatory hunger.
“Hey boys, who wants to see how many fingers this slut can take?”
Without warning for a response, he pushed his first finger into Lisa’s waiting mouth. She hungrily sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the digit. The other men cheered, encouraging him to add more. Slowly, he pushed in second finger, then a third, until finally his entire hand was buried in Lisa’s mouth. She moaned around the intrusion, her eyes gleaming with wanton delight as tightened her thighs, providing delicious friction for the men ramming against her.
Lisa eagerly sucked on the man’s fingers, her tongue swirling around the digits as if they were a cock. The other men cheered in appreciation, applauding her shameless display.
“That’s it, you dirty slut! You’ve finally proven your worth to us,”
One of them growled, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
“We’re so fucking happy to have you as our obedient little plaything.”
Lisa moaned around the fingers in her mouth, her body thrumming with a mixture of humiliation and arousal. The men continued to shower her with praise and vulgar compliments.
As the men continued their relentless grinding against Lisa’s thighs, suddenly they felt a warm, gushing flow of liquid. Realizing that Lisa was squirting, one of the men let out a dark chuckle.
“Well, well, look at that, you dirty little slut. Can’t even control your own body, can you?”
He growled, his grip on her hips tightening.
“Squirting all over us like the shameless whore you are.”
Lisa’s face flushed with a mixture of humiliation and arousal at his words. She knew she should be ashamed, but the degradation only fueled her wanton need.
“I-I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,”
She whimpered, her voice laced with a hint of pride.
“You all just feel so good, I just can’t hold back.”
The men jeered and taunted her, reveling in her debasement. But Lisa welcomed their cruelty, her body alive with sensation as she surrendered completely to their twisted desires.
Lisa ground her hips against the man behind her, his cock sliding between her slick thighs. Turning her head, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue tangling with his.
The men surged forward, pushing Lisa down onto her knees as they formed a tight circle around her. She found herself surrounded by their throbbing cocks, her eyes widening with a mixture of trepidation and wanton desire.
One of them purred, caressing her cheek.
“We’re your bestfriends, not just your colleagues. And now you’re going to service all of us, like the good little slut you are.”
Lisa’s tongue darted out, wetting her lips as she gazed up at the men hungrily. Without hesitation, Lisa began lavishing attention on the cocks before her, her skilled mouth and nimble tongue working in tandem to pleasure each of them.
The men pulled out their phones, eagerly recording the debasing scene as they began speaking aloud cuckhold captions for Lisa’s boyfriend.
“Look at this slut, getting passed around by all of us,”
One man sneered.
“Her poor boyfriend has no idea what a whore she is.”
Lisa felt a twinge of guilt at the mention of Eli, but the overwhelming desire to pleases these men quickly drowned it out. She gazed up at them with wide, submissive eyes, her tongue darting out to tease the nearest cock.
The men hovered their throbbing cocks over Lisa’s waiting mouth, speaking in unison.
“Her boyfriend is going to be so ashamed when he sees this, he’s so unlucky to have her as girlfriend.”
A few of the men yanked Lisa up and positioned her into a doggy-style pose on the bed. They exchanged a quick hand gesture, silently announcing that they would now take turns fucking her thighs in this new position.
One of the men, a sweet-faced colleague, stepped forward and slid his cock between Lisa’s slick thighs. He looked down at her, his voice soft and almost pleading.
“Lisa, may I please fuck your thighs?”
He asked tenderly.
Lisa gazed back at him, her eyes shining with wanton need.
“Of course, darling,”
She purred, arching her back to press her thighs against his shaft.
“Use me however you want, I’m yours to command.”
With that, the man began thrusting, his hips rolling in a steady rhythm as he savored the sensation of Lisa’s warm, yielding flesh. The other men watched hungrily, already eagerly anticipating their own turns to claim her.
The men took Lisa’s earlier claim to heart, and one by one, they approached her bent-over form. The first in line stood before her, rubbing his throbbing cock all over her face – across her eyelids, nose, forehead, cheeks, and chin, but deliberately avoiding her lips.
Lisa’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the hot, rigid flesh gliding over her skin. A shiver of anticipation ran through her, and she fought the urge to part her lips, desperate to taste him. But she remained obedient, allowing the man to use her face as he pleased.
“That’s it, you dirty slut,”
He growled, his voice dripping with cruel satisfaction.
“Take it all in. Let us mark you as our own.”
Lisa whimpered softly, her body trembling with arousal.
As the first men stepped aside, a new eager admirer approached Lisa. One by one, they stepped forward, rubbing their throbbing cocks across her face, marking her as their own. Through the haze of her arousal, Lisa gazed up at them, her expression open and vulnerable.
“It feels soo good,”
She murmured, her voice soft and sincere.
“I love being used by all of you.”
Despite the degradation, Lisa felt a genuine sense of contentment. Every touch, every act of defilement, only fueled her growing arousal and sense of purpose.
As the other men came forward gropping and fondling Lisa’s breasts, she kept her attention focused solely on the sweet-faced colleague behind her. With a coy smile, she gazed up at him, her voice dripping with seduction.
“Darling, are you having fun?”
She purred, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire.
“I want to make sure you’re enjoying yourself just as much as I am.”
Lisa arched her back. Despite the other men’s attentions, her sole focus was on pleasing the one who was fucking her thighs.
The sweet-faced colleague hesitated for a moment, his hands roaming gently over Lisa’s hips. A hint of shY/Ness crept into his voice as he spoke.
“Lisa, if it were possible, I would make you my girlfriend and have you all to myself – body, mind, and soul.”
He admitted softly.
“But for now, I’m just enjoying the chance to be with you like this. Would you let me have your thighs a little longer??”
Lisa’s eyes widened slightly at his confession, a flicker of genuine emotion passing through her. She gazed up at him, a coy smile playing on her lips.
“Oh darling, I would be honored to be yours.”
She purred, arching her back to press her thighs against his cock.
“Take me however you want – my body is yours to use as you please.”
Subtly shifting her position a little, she silently invited him to continue his ministrations, eager to please him in whatever way he desired.
Before the sweet-faced colleague could respond, Lisa turned her head and addressed the other men in the room.
“Gentlemen, for the next one and a half hours, this darling man here will have exclusive rights to my thighs,”
She announced, her voice firm yet dripping with seduction.
“The rest of you will have to wait your turn.”
The sweet man’s face lit up with joy at Lisa’s words. He immediately began showering her body with tender kisses – trialing along her back, her spine, the nape of her neck. His touch was reverent, almost worshipful, as he silently thanked for her tis precious gift of time alone.
Lisa basked in the attention, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the man’s affections. Though the other men grumbled in disappointment, she paid them no mind. In this moment, she belonged to the sweet-faced colleague, and she would do everything in her power to please him.
Leaning back against his chest Lisa let out a soft, contented sigh. She was determined to make this time together truly special, to show him the depths of her devotion. For the next one and a half hours, she would be his and his alone.
As the remaining colleagues bid farewell, Lisa giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Well, my darling, it seems the others have had their fill for now,”
She purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
“Which means, for the next one and a half hours, I belong to you and you alone.”
Turning fully to face the sweet-faced man, Lisa reached out to caress his cheek, her touch feather-light.
“I’m all yours, my love.”
She whispered her lips mere inches from his.
“Use me however you desire. My body, my mind, my very soul – they’re yours to command for the next 90 minutes.”
With that, Lisa closed the distance between them, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Her hands roamed his body, eager to explore every inch of him as she pressed her curves against his firm. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them, lost in a haze of passion and desire.
As Lisa turned around, the sweet guy’s cock slipped out of her thighs. She giggled playfully, gazing up at him with a coy smile.
“Oh, my darling, I think you’ve lost your place,”
She purred, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.
“Don’t you want to put it back where it belongs?”
Slowly, Lisa arched her back, pressing her thighs together to create a warm, inviting space for the man’s shaft. Her eyes sparkled with wanton need as she silently beckoned him to take his rightful place.
“I’m all yours, my love,”
She whispered her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
As the time passed, the sweet-faced colleague tenderly and passionately fucked Lisa's thighs in a variety of positions. Lisa offered herself to him completely, reveling in his affections. She arched her back, pressed her curves against him, and whispered words of encouragement, determined to please him in every way.
When the one and a half hour duration came to an end, Lisa gently pulled away, a coy smile playing on her lips.
“My darling, our time together is almost up,”
She purred, her voice laced with regret.
“But I've cherished every moment with you.”
Leaning in, Lisa placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips, silently conveying her gratitude and adoration…….
A/N - merry christmas everyone, i hope you guys are loving this seriers. Well I'll be taking a 2 or 3 weeks break so the next chapters will be releasing after 2/3 weeks.
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Siblings
Day 3 of whatever this is, and my final share for the Family Collab hosted by @theserenadeofshadows! This was another commission for reeyal_state and I actually only made it a couple weeks ago, but they very kindly said it could be released ahead of my usual 1 month hold. 🙏 Thank you!
Pack contains 8 poses for a child and teen/adult sibling (teen Sims use the same rigs as adults) plus all-in-ones. I guess you could also use it with a kid and an elder if you have a particularly badly behaved grandpa. For the bed poses, just place two teleporters in the middle of any double bed.
You will need: - Pose Player - Teleport Any Sim - any double bed (for poses 7 & 8 only)
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I’d love to see them used! You can tag me on Bluesky, Instagram, or Tumblr. I repost. ❤️
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205.
Midwinter is different in Katolis. They call it Yule here, and Rayla's done a couple on this side of the border now that the yearly traditions aren't such a surprise. Skating is weird (she's been using her blades pretty deftly for years now and she's never once thought about strapping them to her feet but okay) and the food is... not for her (she and Ezran stick to salads while the others dig into the boar Soren and Corvus had brought back from a hunt) but the sentiment is the same. It's friends and family gathered around the hearth to celebrate, to talk and laugh and share stories of the year gone by.
It's supposed to be a happy time. A time of peace. Of rest. Of relief.
Instead, Rayla is wringing her hands in the hall while the others gather by the fire, uncertainty roiling in her gut.
It's been three years since the Archdragons defeated Aaravos. In four more, he will return, and she and Callum had promised to keep everything on hold until then; to wait until the danger had passed before they commit to the life they know they both want, and yet...
She swallows. She breathes. She clenches her fists and focuses on the sensation of her nails in her palms to keep herself from throwing up.
"You haven't told him yet."
"No, I haven't told him yet," she snaps, waving Runaan off with an irritated huff. "I haven't told anyone yet.You shouldn't even know."
"I can't help that I know you well, Rayla." Runaan smirks a little at that. "You remind me of your mother."
"Oh, please, like this is even a little bit the same."
"She had concerns," he says. "That she wasn't ready. That Lain wasn't."
"They just had to go back to work," snaps Rayla. "We have a time limit. Four years, Runaan. Four before the world'll end again. That's not a life! That's barely even a childhood! How could we possibly—"
"You're overreacting."
"Overreacting?" Rayla scowls and rounds on her father, hackles raised, jaw clenched, teeth sore from the way she's been grinding them for days. "Aaravos isn't done, Runaan! He'll be back! What if we're not ready then? What if we can't stop him? What if—"
"What if you do?"
"What—I—"
Runaan holds her stare, his face unnervingly unworried. "What if you do defeat him? What if it's all okay after all? Will you sit around and put something like this off because you're afraid of the next thing?"
"There won't be a next thing—"
"You don't know that."
"Well—you don't know that we'll defeat him either."
"And you don't know that you won't."
Rayla clamps her mouth shut. Runaan twitches the corner of his lips.
"There's a lot of uncertainty right now, Rayla," he says gently, "but something that is certain is that Callum loves you. There's no doubt about that. And he will not resent you for bringing his child into this world."
Rayla grimaces. "You're not worried even a little?"
"I will worry when I need to. There's no point in worrying twice."
Rayla breathes again: one slow steady breath in, one rush of an exhale out. "You've been hanging out with Gren."
Runaan laughs at that. "Yes, I remember him. Far too sunny a human but surprisingly good company these days. Go on, little blade. Your beloved deserves to know."
He pushes Rayla into the room and Callum looks up at once, his eyes bright and pleased to see her join them at last. Rayla takes another breath. And then another. And one more after that.
There's no point in worrying twice, she tells herself.
(And, in any case, Callum is thrilled).
#im not here i just have creative needs#in anticipation#rayllum#merry christmas to all and to all a goodnight!
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How Y/N stole my heart
[🗯+18][👩❤️👨 Toto x reader][🥵Smut][❄️Grinch style][💫Short read][����Christmas]
Summary: From a grumpy principal to a man in love. This holiday season, real love won. Author's note: Merry Christmas everyone! Thank you for all your lovely messages while I took time off, I'm dealing with a lot right now, so I need love and I send you lots of it if you also need it. Written for the "Snowflakes & Storylines" a FICXMAS Challenge at The Wolff Pack Discord Server
More Toto Wolff fics right here > Masterlist
In the garage of the Silver Arrows, where the legends get made, Lives one Toto Wolff, a man who often complains. With a frown and a scowl, he rules with precision, His focus is racing, winning his ambition.
Yet something is missing from his grand, busy life, Passion, love, maybe a wife? With a heart made of metal, and a brain full of speed, One Christmas morning, it all begins.
Without knowing it, he is in for a ride, As a newcomer driver arrives, With fire in her spirit and pace in her veins, Y/N came here to in his heart remain.
As she slides into the Mercedes car, their chemistry ignites. She charms him past his grid, disarming Toto in parts.
He rather hold meetings, with data and all of that, To distract himself from his own racing heart.
After every encounter, the tension remains thick, So one day Toto paces in his office when Y/N gets in. She's wearing her tight form-fitting tracksuit, With a mischievous grin, she offers soon, “Toto” she whispers, "Wanna go for an extra lap?” He smirks, feeling the heat, and slowly strides.
Before he could barely resist her open invitation, She closes the gap, perching right onto his lap, He grins mischievously, a sparkle in his eye, “Honey, let me love you right”.
Toto gasps in delight, among a storm of thoughts, As her hand caressed down his groin, With a mix of nervousness and pleasure, feeling all turned on, a “Y/N—” gets caught in his throat.
While his heart does a backflip, his cock gets hard. She moves her hips in circles, making him cuss. “Think of it as team-building, just you and I,” With pleasure and hunger, she rides him like a bike.
As Toto grips the armrests, the world starts to spin around, two lovers finally merging, adrenaline high. The clock ticks away while lost in moans. Till the final thrust hits home.
From a grumpy principal to a man in love. This holiday season, real love won.
“Y/N, you ignite passion in my tin old heart, You think this could be a start?” Eyes wide, she giggles, her cheeks blushing bright, “Toto Wolff admitting he’s smitten? What a sight!"
"Let’s race through our days, honey, but not just on the track. Please let's share the rest of our lives!”
Two souls that day intertwined, Toto is no longer the Grinch with a heart two sizes small.
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FURTHERMORE,
PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD,
IGNORE THE NUMBERS
They mean nothing.
One thing I forgot to mention is that there's this expectation some people I've spoken to have that if their post doesn't do its usual numbers of notes or comments or likes, whatever the platform you're on uses, then it wasn't "worthwhile" or people "didn't like it".
Dude. Bro. Girly. They. It.
Whatever notes you get, whether it's 10k or 1 is a genuine life touched. People don't come on here and reblog or share or like without having felt something. Okay, yeah, sure, maybe you didn't explode and reach 50 thousand people and they didn't all simultaneously explode from excitement.
BUT THAT'S OKAY.
Social media platforms are designed around algorithms to push content they assume people want to see. Quite frankly, however, these algorithms suck balls. Tumblr might be one of the better in terms of posts reaching audiences and old posts gaining recognition for a long time after they were posted, but it's still just a computer throwing shit on a screen.
I see, and talk to, a lot of artists that feel they can't OC post or that they have failed because "my usual audience size didn't all see the post I made" when there's a dozen things beyond their control that affect whether or not people even know they've uploaded. Here's a short list of shit that can affect whether or not your post is seen by the average joe:
Tags
Notes
Fandom or OC
Followers
Time of Day
The weather outside
The Algorithm™
Luck
Hype around a fandom at a given time
Trends
A total of ONE of these you can control, being the tags. You have literally no say whether your post does well or not, at it SHOULDN'T MATTER. As discussed in the original post, do art for you! These numbers are genuine people behind a screen that have felt touched by what you have made. It doesn't matter whether that's one person ever, or a million people at once. People were altered even in the smallest ways by your creation, whether it was a smile or a happy cry, and that's beautiful. That's what art is, an expression of self that others can find comfort in when shared. But the key words are "EXPRESSION OF SELF." Not what the audience wants, not what God wants, but what you want.
Let me put it this way:
If you open a hospital, and are used to treating a million people a day but then suddenly have a day where only 5 people show up in need of help, is that a bad day? Or is it just good that people didn't need help? One day they might and you'll still be there because hospital equipment doesn't just vanish into thin air one day.
Audiences will see your work when they need to, and when they don't they won't. There's no two ways about it, you're fighting impossible odds if you try to make it any other way. So just let it be, do art for you and fuck everyone else. Because ultimately, the only person you're fucking by doing otherwise is yourself, and the world does plenty of that for us by default.
So go ahead, OC post! Create porn! Create the most angst-riddled depressing shit you possibly can! Don't worry about whether or not it'll do numbers and blow up big, because it doesn't matter! All that matters is that you had fun, and every life you touch with your work is a genuine human connection made over impossible distances that otherwise would've never occurred. Even posting this I'm speaking to people all the way from China to Mexico.
Will they see it? Who knows! But it doesn't matter, as long as one person sees it then that's a good thing. If nobody sees it that's great too! It means nobody needed to, so the world didn't need more lecturing on how to be happy.
Live life folks. No matter who you are, someone loves you, whether they know it yet or not, whether you know it yet or not.
Thank you for coming to my inane rant, have a good day! :D
From,
Jofferson
DO ART FOR YOU! 🫵
FUCK EVERYONE ELSE!!!
Seriously.
I'm so sick and weary of logging on here and seeing creators I adore, and people I don't even know alike, apologising for not uploading or basically begging for a break like they're not a human with needs.
You're literally a human being, with thoughts, feelings and emotions. You're not an art factory, you're not some positivity pump, you're nothing other than a genuine human being living a genuine life experience.
SO GO LIVE IT!!!
YOU OWE THE INTERNET NOTHING!!!!
There should be, and realistically is, no shame in just fucking leaving if you want to. There's no contract you signed, there's no permit you bought or lease you hold. You're a person who decided to share their art with the world, FOR FREE, and garnered an audience of faceless people behind screens who enjoy that art because YOU wanted to make it and share it.
Let me be frank as best I can. You owe the internet nothing, you owe the world nothing and you owe yourself EVERYTHING. You are the only person who can live your life, you are the only person who can create the things you create and you are the only motherfucker that should matter to you when you create those things.
Art is supposed to be a wondrous joy that inspires the mind and indulges ideas that other creatures can't even comprehend. It's supposed to be a magical and fun fantasy land where anything is possible because you make it possible. It's not a 9-5 unless you make it one, so stop making your hobby a 9-5 unless you're getting paid for it, and even then put in limits because no job that you choose to do should end in you burnt out and wishing you'd never started in the first place.
Remember when we were all kids? When we all drew and wrote for fun simply because we could? We'd show people are shit and be like "Mama look!" and she'd clap her hands all proud. But she wasn't why you picked up that crayon, you just did it for you because you wanted to make some shit.
That's how it should be. That's how it is unless you let those fake ass numbers on a screen rule your life. It's all meaningless, the praise may be genuine but that doesn't mean you should spend your whole life running in circles and performing for an audience.
Be a human being! Be an artist! Fuck everyone else!
Just be yourself <3
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Hello fellow desi motorsports fan🫰🏼
I want to send an ask for carlos Sainz on love fair (angst)
Carlos with a desi supermodel reader wife. They are going through a rough patch but something drastic happens and they almost part but he has a clearance and tries to win her back (does so after a lot of begging)
જ⁀➴ fractured frames || carlos sainz
an; hii fellow motorsport fan thank you so much for participating my love!!! i hope i did justice to the request :3
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carlos stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse, gazing at the skyline. the city lights blurred into a puzzle of chaos, much like his thoughts. his phone lay face-down on the marble counter, unanswered messages piling up. on the screen, her name glowed persistently. the love of his life. his wife. the woman he was on the verge of losing.
their once-vivid love story now felt like a fading photograph. he couldn’t pinpoint the moment it started to unravel—was it her endless photoshoots and runway shows or his late nights at the studio? their careers, once their greatest pride, had turned into an invisible barrier neither could breach. words turned to silence, and silence became a chasm.
the final blow had come weeks ago at a gala they attended together. carlos had hoped it would be a rare moment to reconnect. he watched from the sidelines as she floated through the crowd, dazzling in a gold saree that shimmered with every movement. cameras adored her, fans swarmed her, and carlos—despite being by her side—felt like a ghost in her world.
the argument that night was explosive. and destructive.
“you don’t care about us anymore!” carlos had snapped, voice sharp with frustration.
“and you think i don’t see how distant you’ve been, carlos? you bury yourself in work to avoid facing us!” she shot back.
harsh words were said and it ended with her walking out, tears streaming down her face. the door slammed shut, echoing the silence he dreaded.
she moved back to her parents’ house shortly after, leaving carlos alone in their shared home. their marriage, once brimming with laughter, had reduced to strained texts and awkward silences during mandatory public appearances. the thought of divorce loomed unspoken but heavy between them.
on one rainy and gloomy evening, carlos received a call that sent his world into a tailspin.
“mr. sainz, there’s been an accident.”
the words hit him like a punch. she had been on her way to a fashion shoot when her car skidded on the wet roads, colliding with a truck. carlos barely heard the rest of the details as he raced to the hospital.
seeing her there—bruised, unconscious, hooked to machine tore him apart. he dropped into the chair beside her bed, gripping her hand, tears streaming down his face.
“i’m so sorry, mi vida. i never should’ve let us get here. please… wake up. i need you.” his voice cracked, the weight of his guilt suffocating him.
she woke up a few hours later, groggy but alive. her first word was his name.
he leaned closer, his heart leaping at the sound. “i’m here, mi vida. i’m not leaving.”
the accident became a turning point. while her injuries weren’t life-threatening, they required weeks of rest and recovery. he stayed by her side, tending to her needs, refusing to leave even when she insisted.
in those quiet moments—no cameras, no public personas—they found fragments of what they had lost. he read to her from her favorite novels, brought her masala chai just the way she liked it.
carlos refused to let her slip away without a fight. he knew grand gestures wouldn’t fix the cracks in their marriage, so he focused on the little things—the ways he had once shown his love for her before life got in the way. he started with handwritten notes, each one a reminder of their happiest moments. he tucked them into her bags, sent them with her morning chai, and even left one at her favorite café, where they’d spent countless evenings laughing together.
carlos made sure to support her in the ways she needed most. he showed up to her fashion shoots unannounced, quietly cheering her on from the sidelines, and sent her playlists of songs that spoke of longing, love, and hope. on her toughest days, he didn’t push her but made his presence known, offering her the comfort of silence if that’s all she needed. he wanted her to feel what he had failed to show in recent months—that she was always his priority.
“i was an idiot, jaan. i let my ego and work come before us. i see that now.”
“it wasn’t just you,” she admitted softly. “i didn’t make space for you in my world either. i was so caught up in being ‘the supermodel’ that i forgot to be your wife.”
“i’m not giving up on us,” he whispered one night as she sat on her parents’ terrace, gazing at the stars. “even if it takes years, i’ll wait for you, mi vida. you’re worth every second.” his voice broke, but his determination didn’t falter, and for the first time, she let herself believe that he meant it.
it wasn’t a grand gesture that brought them back together but a quiet moment.
“i miss you,” she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. he pulled her into his arms, holding her as if she might disappear. “i’ll never let you feel alone again,” he vowed.
rebuilding wasn’t easy, but they took it one day at a time. they carved out space for each other amidst their chaotic lives, learning to communicate and prioritize their relationship.
their story wasn’t perfect, but it was theirs—messy, beautiful, and worth fighting for.
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the way it used to be ⠀日 : surprising your old friend whom you spent your whole childhood with.
𓍯 idol!chan ʚଓ fem!reader :( 𝒾 )0.8k── ༯ DRABBLE, fluff, childhood bsfs, reminiscing, platonic, short, very demure very cutesy, req. by anon . ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY . /ᐠ.ꞈ.ᐟ\ྀིྀི
yani's note ˖˙ ᰋ hihi <3 another request fulfilled! youth mv is coming in a few minutes, railway is 3 days away, christmas eve is tomorrow! everything's going so quick. well, enough of my yap!! thanks to anon for the request, hope you like it! comments, requests, asks, likes and reblogs are always appreciated ! comment/ask if you want to be added to my mastertag ! happy reading <3
the studio hummed softly with the rhythm of creation. neon lights bathed the room in a faint blue hue, illuminating scattered notepads, empty coffee cups, and tangled wires. chris sat hunched over the mixer, his headphones cocooning him in a world of melody and beats. his fingers danced across the keyboard, and his lips moved silently to lyrics only he could hear.
the door creaked open, but he didn’t notice at first. not until a voice, familiar and warm like a memory, broke through his concentration.
“still drowning in wires and caffeine, i see.”
chris's head snapped up, his eyes widening as they landed on her. she stood there, arms crossed with a smirk playing on her lips, her figure outlined by the hallway light. y/n. his childhood best friend. the one he hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.
“y/n?” he exclaimed, pulling off his headphones and rising to his feet so quickly the chair nearly toppled. “what are you doing here?”
“surprising you, obviously,” she replied, stepping into the room. “thought you might’ve forgotten me with how busy you are, bangchan.”
“forget you?” chris shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “impossible. you just stopped answering my texts!”
“oh, sure, blame me,” she teased, rolling her eyes before pulling him into a quick hug. “you’ve been busy saving the world with your music. i figured you didn’t need little ol’ me bothering you.”
“y/n, you’re ridiculous,” he laughed, though his voice softened with genuine fondness. “i could never be too busy for you. plus how'd you even find me here- and how did they let you in?”
“it took me a few calls with hannah to get to your little lair here, call me a stalker, but here i am. and as far as the security is concerned, felix helped.”
she laughed, glancing around the room. “this place screams ‘chris’ it’s chaotic, intense, and somehow cozy all at once.”
he rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “yeah, it’s a mess. you caught me in the middle of a session.”
“am i interrupting genius at work?”
“not genius, just me,” he quipped, leaning against the desk.
“but since you’re here, let’s catch up. it’s been too long.”
“chop chop, i've got coffees and chips, just like before.”
minutes later, they were strolling along the quiet streets. the city lights shimmered like stars brought to earth, casting reflections on the river they walked beside. the chill of the night nipped at their cheeks, but the warmth of shared laughter kept them moving.
“so,” y/n began, nudging him playfully. “remember when we tried to start a band in high school?”
he groaned, covering his face with his hands. “please don’t remind me. we were terrible.”
“terrible?” y/n gasped, dramatically, her eyes crinkling with amusement. “we were iconic. with our small studio at your place, my guitar, your vocals and oh so dear macbook. ”
“if anything, we were trendsetters.” she said dramatically, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
the two dissolved into laughter, the kind that made their sides ache. the city seemed to fade away, leaving only the echo of their voices and the gentle ripple of the river.
they found a spot by the water’s edge, sitting side by side on a bench. the moon hung high above them, casting silver light across their faces.
“it’s crazy, isn’t it?” y/n said softly, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “how much has changed.”
“yeah,” he murmured, resting his elbows on his knees. “feels like another lifetime sometimes.”
they fell into a comfortable silence, the kind only lifelong friends could share. the memories of childhood seemed to hover between them—lazy afternoons, endless chatter, and dreams that felt too big for their small hands to hold.
“you’ve done it, though,” y/n said suddenly, turning to him. “you’ve made those dreams come true.”
“i guess,” chris replied, his voice tinged with humility. “but it’s not the same without having people like you around.”
y/n’s smile softened. “you’re still you, though. the same chris who spent hours perfecting a two-minute song. the same chris who stayed up with me when i was scared of the dark.”
“and you’re still the same y/n who annoyed the hell out of me,” chan said, nudging her shoulder. “oh, AND the one who always believed in you, when you were busy being sappy with berry!” she countered.
they looked at each other, and for a moment, the weight of time lifted. they weren’t idol and friend, or two people living vastly different lives. they were just chris and y/n—two kids who had grown up but never apart.
as the night deepened, their laughter and stories carried on, intertwining with the wind. by the time they walked back to the studio, they felt lighter, as if they’d bottled a piece of the past to keep with them always.
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Broken pt 1
Master List
Characters: Jensen x Reader (wife)
Warnings: Angst, Infertility issues, Language
A/N: Idea given to me by @cheekygirl2309. This one is a little different than what I usually write. It has angst, lots of angst to start, and infertility issues. It's going to be a short series.
Minors DNI 18+
I stood at the sink in our shared bathroom waiting and staring at the test on the counter. Another month has come and gone, another month of trying to conceive. The timer went off and with shaky hands I looked at the test, negative. My heart broke.
Jensen and I had been trying for months to get pregnant and nothing we did was working. Frustration was beginning to take over and overshadow the possibility of being a parent.
Jensen sat on our bed, phone in hand and leg bouncing. I walked out of the bathroom and he looked up at me, “Well?” I shook my head no. He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands through his hair and down his face.
“Jens, I’m.” He lifted his hand and cut me off. I felt a pang of sadness fill my chest and a lump form in my throat.
“Just don’t, please. Don’t say how sorry you are. It’s not your fucking fault. Maybe we should just stop trying.” Tears pricked my eyes at the harshness of his words.
“You don’t mean that, Jensen. Please, we can keep trying, we can go to the doctor and see what’s going on. Please, don’t give up on this.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m leaving for Toronto in a few days.” I spun my head and looked at him, “What?! I thought you were home for a while.”
“Well I guess not. We were called back for reshoots.”
“Damnit, Jensen! This is why I can’t get pregnant. You’re never fucking home. Between filming and your convention schedule you’re not home long enough.”
“Y/N, don’t start! I have obligations to the people I work for and with, and to my fans. You knew what you signed up for when we got married.”
“I didn’t sign up to be alone all the time, and obligations!? What about your obligations to me, to us, our marriage? Does that mean so little to you?”
“Fuck! I’m not going to spend the next few days arguing with you.” Jensen growled and grabbed his suitcase.
I stood in disbelief. The tears that pricked my eyes were now falling, and my chest felt like it had a massive hole in it.
I stood watching him pack and load up his suitcase without saying a word. As he passed by me he looked at me briefly but then looked away. No words were spoken.
Jensen carried his suitcase downstairs while he was on the phone. He was booking a plane to leave tonight. An audible sob left my lips.
“Jensen, are you really leaving tonight?” Without looking up he said, “Yes.”
“Jens, please don’t do this. Please stay here. We need to figure this out.”
Jensen’s phone went off. He looked at it and stood up, grabbing his suitcase, “I have to go. Goodbye, Y/N.” I swallowed hard. I usually drive him to the airport.
Before I could respond he was out the door, no hug, no kiss goodbye. I let out a loud sob and collapsed to the floor. He left.
My world spiraled around me. The harsh words we spoke to each other replayed in my head. Did he really just walk out, did I lose him?
Jensen’s POV
I climbed in the Uber and headed towards the airport. My harsh words replayed in my head. The hurt on her face with another negative test and again when I left. The Uber driver was nice, making small talk, and I tried to be polite.
My world was crumbling and I plastered a smile on my face and ran away from the problem. I’m a fucking coward. We wanted a baby, and I can’t even give her that.
She’s right, I leave her alone too much. How can I expect to get her pregnant when I’m only home for a week at most.
Reader’s POV
I cried, harder than I had in awhile. It felt almost therapeutic. I stood up, locked the door and crawled into bed. I grabbed Jensen’s pillow. The faint smell of his shampoo and cologne lingered on the pillow.
I missed him so much it hurt. Was this argument the one that broke us? Will we be able to fix this and move forward?
I looked at my phone, hoping for a text, but I had nothing. He left. Left without hugging me or kissing me. He left early so he didn’t have to deal with this argument. He was done. Done with me, with trying for a baby, done with our marriage.
I decided to send him a text. I had to lay it out there for him so he knew exactly where I stood.
Me: I don’t know if you’ll read this, or if you even care, but I had to send this so you knew what I was feeling and where I stand. Jensen, I love you. I’ve always loved you and I always will. If you don’t want me, us anymore I get it. I just want to know. You left me tonight. No kiss, no hug. Just a cold shoulder and not so much as a goodbye. I deserve better than that. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten pregnant yet. I don’t know why I’m not, but I was willing to keep trying. I know every time the test comes back negative it hurts, but this hurts worse.
Jensen, we made a commitment to each other and I still believe in it. I’m okay with putting trying to have a baby on hold, but I’m not okay with putting us on hold. I hope you have a safe flight, and I truly hope you still believe in us enough to fight for us. I know I do. Please call me or message me back. I love you, Jens, today, tomorrow, forever.
I sat my phone down and curled in a ball. Sleep slowly washing over me.
Jensen’s POV
I sat in the back of the SUV taking me to the apartment I had rented for filming. Shit, I forgot to turn my phone back on.
As soon as I turned it on a message came through from Y/N. Arriving at the apartment I grabbed my bags and walked into my place.
Pulling out my phone I read the texts. Tears pricked my eyes. I let out a frustrated sigh, and ran my hands down my face.
I fucked up big time. This was one of the first tests in our marriage and I ran like a coward. No wonder she thinks I want out of our marriage.
I looked at the time and realized it was really late. She was probably asleep but I didn’t want to just text her. I took a deep breath and called her.
“Hello” she answered groggily.
“Hey, sweetheart. I got your text.”
“Jens, oh. I’m so glad you’re okay. Baby I’m so sorry. I know this isn’t easy on you. You were right, I did, do know what I signed up for with your schedule and your job. I let my frustration get the better of me.”
“No, I’m sorry, Y/N. I left you alone in this, and ran like a coward. You have every right to feel the way you do. Hell, I feel lonely too, and I’m surrounded by people. I can’t imagine how you feel. Baby I don’t want to stop trying for a baby. I love you so much and I still want us and a baby. I am so sorry I spoke to you the way I did and left you instead of working through this. Say the word and I’ll fly back home tonight. I don’t care about the shoot, you’re more important to me. Our marriage is more important than the shoot.”
“Jensen, I don’t want you to fly home. You have to stay and go to work. How about I fly to you in the next day or two? I’ll take some time off work and come to Toronto.”
“That would be amazing, sweetheart. I can book the ticket and let you know. Oh sweetheart, I am so sorry. I wish I could hold you right now.”
“Jens, I do too. I’m sorry too. Promise me we won’t do this again. If we get into an argument or have any disagreement we will talk it out. Stay and talk it out.”
“I swear, Y/N. I’ll never run off again. I love you too much to throw this away.”
“Good, because you’re stuck with me Ackles.” He chuckled, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I yawned and so did he. “Jens, I hate to cut this short, but I’m really tired. Thank you for calling me baby. That means so much to me. I love you, baby.”
“Of course, sweetheart. I’ll let you get some sleep. I love you, darlin’. Good night, Y/N.” “I love you too, Jens, good night.”
We hung up and I placed my phone on the bedside table. I smiled, pulled Jensen’s pillow to me and fell asleep. Feeling a bit better.
I fell asleep, my heart lighter than it was before, knowing we were both willing to fight to save our marriage.
My last thought before I fell asleep was, Now that Jensen and I have made the commitment to always keep communication open, what else could go wrong?
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