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yunohentai · 1 year ago

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night lights. warnings: noncon/cnc ?, pervert heeseung, boob guy hee, reader's older (like 2 years?), reader's shy and sophisticated, virgin reader + experienced hee, dumbification, she says no (which is like noncon) but is enjoying it so its cnc, clicking pics and recording sex too ig??, indication of blackmailing towards the end, he masturbates alot. this is like real filth with some wild kinks. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK + minors dni please.

Lee Heeseung has huge secrets, everyone thinks he's a perfect boy with great grades and a promising future ahead... but little do they know. He's the biggest pervert you could come across. Just 19 yet he's obsessed with sex. He lost his virginity at the age of 17 to a 20 year old girl who rode his dick in a huge crowded party. he was so obsessed with the feeling that since then he's been having sex every week, different pussy every time and well he got blessed to have a huge, thick cock which he knew how to use well, oh and his amazing looks... got all the girls on his dick, ready to let him ruin them.

While you, Y/F/N... knows only the main thing. 'Sex is done to reproduce.' without too much of an idea, and neither you've ever felt any "dark" desire. Innocent little sweetheart who is focused on building up a career and leading a stable life. You love shopping, studying English literature and posting on Instagram. Your tits are so huge. It's as if your tits are honey and boys are bees, they want you and your body so much... but you don't wanna give it up.

Heeseung and you were in the same college but have never crossed ways until today. You were wearing a sage green dress till your knee, which showed alot of your cleavage, your sister always bought you outfits like those in hopes you'll finally have a boy in your life.

You were on your way to class while reading through your 'Wuthering Heights' notes quickly, not noticing your way as you bumped into a guy, falling on top of him. It was obviously none other than, Heeseung. It was a very bad collision. You fell in his lap, your arm hurting as he just stared at you with his mouth wide open, eyes on the main attraction, the huge tits that were almost slipping out of the dress.

Unknowingly his hand moved towards your chest, fixing your dress as you gasped softly and looked into his eyes. he felt your cleavage and the softness made him harden a little as he got up and helped you up too. "I'm so sorry." he apologized and bowed, eyes stuck on your milky white legs. "I'm sorry too! Please forgive me!" you felt really shy and guilty as you bowed, your breasts coming all out again as he moaned lowly and made you stand straight again, "hey it's fine. anyways, I'm heeseung. Freshman." you smiled at him while fixing your dress.

That fucking smile. His heart fluttered, and butterflies filled all of his stomach and he smiled too. "I'm Y/n, Junior." he nodded his head as her cheeks burned with shyness. "I hope we become friends." he winked and walked away, leaving you a mess because of how well that handsome boy treated you and even cared about how your dress revealed your private parts! so considerate!!

He had left straight for the bathroom as he then sat in cubicle, gasping to himself. " Oh wow" he said to himself as he then started wanking, he couldn't help thinking of her. Heeseung tries to use his negative emotions like, anger and all because he works his ass off all the time. So he mostly channels those emotions sexually, kinda hot.

~ ~ ~

The day had ended as you were by your locker, putting in your books and taking the one you're gonna study at home. as heeseung came running to you. "Oh my god- listen y/n do you major in English lit. ?" he asked her, acting all worried. as you nodded your head in confusion. "why?" you asked and he leaned on the lockers. "Okay so our teacher is making me get tutored by a very annoying girl so I told him I'll find someone else, and while looking for someone else I saw you. Do you mind?" he told her with a pout on his lips, and the look in his eyes, that could make everyone melt. "Hmm... I'm not that good at it but I can help."

heeseung smiled. " thanks alot!! btw, your number?" he asked with a pretty smile and you nodded while softly blushing as you both exchanged numbers and shook hands.

~ Timeskip to a month or so later ~

You and Heeseung sat in the hallroom of your rented apartment as you helped him out with the freshman English lit syllabus, wearing shorts and sleeve less top that barely kept your tits inside. "Okay let's take a two minute break." you said and took your phone scrolling through your instagram. you were wearing a really soft shade of pink which highlighted your hard nipples because of cold and your cleavage. Heeseung pulled out his phone and subtly clicked alot of pictures of them, from even different angles.

"hey, i'm gonna use the bathroom." he said and you nodded, very busy on your phone as he quitely went towards the bathroom but sneaked into your bedroom. he knew you won't look for him for the next 10 minutes, so he went into your wardrobe for like the 5th time this month and stole another pair of your panties, it was a lacy white one as he sniffed it and moaned. "Like always. even her fucking panties smell heavenly." he said and put it in his pocket as he went back outside.

he was a bit shocked to see you stretching from your spot, your complete breasts visible and ass in the air, as you lazily tried to grab the charger and your earphones. your hard pink nipples rubbed on the wool carpet getting harder as he felt his dick harden, he looked down and saw the boner. he sighed and coughed, making her gasp and sit back up, fixing her clothes. "Are you alright?" he asked and you nodded. "Let-let's get back to work!" you said and he shook his head. "Wait y/n let me help you." he said and smirked, he knew you were gullible and he could atleast get to touch your tits tonight.

He sat down, way closer to you than before. "Straighten your back." you were about to question but he shushed you and you nodded, giving up. You followed his command as he then leaned down, now his face was almost buried in your chest and your eyes widened. "Hees-" he silenced you and grabbed your tits using his hands. "Heeseung stop!" you said in an angry tone. "just let me do it, y/n!" he said and removed your shirt with one hand and held your hands tightly with the other one. he was so ecstatic to finally see the tits.

he hooked his lips on your nipple and started sucking on it aggressively while caressing the other one, you could feel wetness spread down between your legs. Confusion was what you felt, what's happening- why am i loving it..? she let out a string of hot moans as he grew harder and harder, he then sucked her tits really good, the nipples un-hardening slowly. he then pulled away.

"see. that's how they un-harden" he rolled his eyes and you looked into his eyes. "oh... thank you... heeseung.. can we conti-continue?" he shook his head. "I'm going home." you nodded as he left.

you didn't know or understand this feeling between your legs, as you went into your bedroom, touching between your legs and gasping. "Oh god- i'm just gonna sleep-" you gasped and hugged the pillow between your legs falling asleep.

And well in your sleep, you humped that pillow, thinking it's heeseung's thigh. oh your first wet dream!

while heeseung thrusted his dick into your panties, and also wanked himself off, moaning and grunting your name. how you moaned, your scent, the smell of you in the panties, your tits, your innocence, your beauty.. everything turned him on so bad as he grabbed his phone and wanked himself more and faster, watching you boobs.

~ The next week ~

For the full next week you were acting weird. turning red whenever heeseung was around, and not even avoiding him at all, trying to get closer to him. While heeseung enjoyed the attention and continued to secretly steal your panties and click lewd pictures of you.

For example, He dropped his fork down on purpose and went down the table, where you sat with your legs open wide and enjoyed the food as he clicked a photo. Then when you were busy looking for something under your bed, he got a picture of your perfect round ass. Oh and when you thought he was in the bathroom and sheepishly pushed your hand inside your shorts, feeling and caressing her clit. that photo made him feel so fucking turned on. he litreally caught you touching yourself, he thought. And last, when you had left your main door unlocked and he got in, you had taken off your lens and were showering, you didn't even see him when he got the most lewd of all pictures and videos. Photo and video of you squeezing and scrubbing your tits and them bouncing etc.

He was in love with your body and with sexualizing you. He was excited to fuck you and feel your pussy.

Today you went over to heeseung's so you could help him out with the work and studying as his exam was approaching. you wore the tightest and revealing dress today. it was till your thigh and super tight on the breast region making them pop out more. you had no idea why you were doing this but dressing up for him was fun.

you rang the bell and smiled as he opened the door. "hey y/n, welcome" he greeted as you walked in, taking of your jacket and hanging it. heeseung was done with life now, you're wearing a peach dress till your thighs which was flying everywhere because of the fan, showing him your black underwear and the fact your tits were spilling out and your nipples were visible, you weren't even wearing a bra.

he was now almost offended, she acts innocent? and then dresses like that? is she fooling me.. he pushed away the thoughts and led her into his bedroom as the two sat down and today you were helping him finish his sketches for submission. his arm was pressed in the region between your breasts as you led his hand and helped him sketch. "see, that's how you do it. you're bad at this." you said and continued to lead his hand, as your tits then rubbed on his arm.

That. drived him insane, but he held back and decided to play the same game with you. you giggled at his bad drawing and made fun of him. "Oh yeah? You're so mean" He said and started to tickle you as you giggled and fell backwards onto his bed as he was on top of you tickling you while you giggled and bounced. His eyes were stuck on your tits. "OKAY STOP STOP NOW."

He stopped and you looked into his eyes, seeing a certain look on his face which scared you and brought that same feeling between your legs. "Y/n, Can I?" he asked leaning in to kiss you as you let the thoughts leave your head and pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt and let him lead.

His hands were next to your head as he softly kissed you, slowly speeding up and biting your lips. His hands ranged lower while touching your thighs and touching you sensually as you made out with while breathing heavily. Soon the reality hit you as you pulled away and tried to push him off of you. "heeseung no no-"

You were resisting him but the soft look in his eye had now been replaced by something darker, something more scary. Chills went down your spine and your pussy fluttered. "Shh" He whispered and started to leave a trail of harsh bites kisses from your chin to your shoulder blade. "I've been waiting for this moment. Don't fuck it up for me."

"Heeseung stop, let me go." you said as a few moans left your mouth too. He rolled his eyes and slapped your face as you gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. With one swift moment he threw everything that was on the bed away and pulled you closer to him.

"Are you nicely gonna take it off or should i tear it off?" He asked as you looked at him with doe eyes hoping he'd stop but the need in your eyes stood out to him more. "Fine." And there was your dress, left only in shred around your thighs.

Your tits fell out with a small bounce as he licked his lip at that view. He shimmied off the shreds and your panties to the side as you tried to stop him, few tears forming in your eyes. I want to feel more.. you thought but tried to kick him off of yourself. "Please stop this!!"

His hand moved between your legs harshly as the other one held you down, he rubbed your clit harshly and waited for your wetness to grow so he could put his fingers inside your walls while you complained and cried. His lips were abusing your tits like an animal, biting, pulling the nipple and kissing them. You were moaning and rubbing your hips against his fingers while he thrusted them harshly.

"It- hurts.." You cried out with your eyes closed and he smiled. "Just the way my dick used to hurt watching you in those tiny clothes love." He said and continued abusing your tits and pussy. The tears weren't there because of disgust or any negative feeling, you were crying because you were actually liking it. You knew your dad would kill you if he found out you consummated before marriage.

He was just there admiring your beauty as you threw your head back and moaned softly to his touches. He moved a bit away and stopped touching you as you looked at him. He was rummaging through his side table cupboard as he pulled out a vibrator. You were confused as you watched his click a button and put it into your pussy. "OH GOD-" you moaned and threw your head back.

He then took off his own clothes and started to rub his tip while watching you get off. "Need to get my dick wet myself because you're too dumb to do it for me." He tsked. He noticed how the area around her breast and her face had turned, there was drowsiness in her eyes. "M-my belly-" you moaned as he then stopped to pull the vibrator out.

"Please stop it heeseung... this isn't r-right" You whispered as his hands moved behind your head, and he grabbed your head by your hair. His lips were inches away from yours as he whispered. "I don't care." and there he was, pushing both of your hands above your head and pushing your legs wide apart.

You could feel it, all too much. Even the smallest of touch and the smallest sound in the nearest area, you could feel it all, hear it all. You closed your eyes tightly, slowly fighting the grip his hand had on your hands while he just slid his penis inside you, your faces inches away as a few more tears fell out of your eyes. "I hate you" You whispered out as you felt rippling pain with his soft motion. "D-DON'T!" Heeseung stares at you as you complain about the slight pain.

"Be a woman, Y/n." He whispered as he slowly started to move, taking his time and let the pain turn into pleasure. The moment it did change, it was too clear. You couldn't protest anymore as your hands moved to his shoulder, scratching and wanting him to increase his speed so bad but no word left your mouth except the moans.

"Fuck. this feels so good. so so good" he panted out like an excited child, but in a deep voice. You could feel the shivers on your back as you shook underneath him, letting your breasts bounce and jiggle with each and every hard thrust. Heeseung continued to pound into you senselessly, his eyes stuck on your breasts well it shifted to see your face twist into a pleasure-ful expression. "Gorgeous"

His hands were free now so they dived lower, rubbing your clit while he moved his hips graciously rubbing against THE stop. You felt these overwhelming feelings for the first time in your life, you knew you could just explode anytime and then there came the tickles in your belly. "My belly!" you gasped as you felt his pace increase, it was indicating your coming orgasm and well also how deep his dick was into you. It could be seen when he thrusted inside. "m-my god-"

"You're all mine now" he smiled, watching his cock create the bulge in your belly, proudly. He groaned when you clenched a little too hard on his dick. It twitched inside of you, as you felt him paint your insides white. That feeling broke your control too as you felt all of your tension and stress evaporate along with the "liquid".

You felt free, but little did you know by putting that small camera right in the correct corner... he might have changed everything, and made sure that you stay with him and only him.

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py-dreamer · 10 months ago

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So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

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starjxsung · 8 months ago

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hi hi baby!! how are you?

i saw that you got ateez tickets!!! how exciting!! did you end up getting vip?👀👀👀

spirited away and howl’s moving castle are my absolute most comforting ghibli movies. buuuut i think my fav is probably princess mononoke, i just think it’s sooooo beautiful and sad. but i love them all so much (except earwig, we don’t claim her). i can literally talk about studio ghibli for hours nonstop.

i hope thinking of me when you see baku is a good thing for you bc that’s so sweet😭 we need more baku representation. i went to hot topic today and saw a wallet that had kuromi and him<3 the revolution is starting

ahhhh i didn’t know you got a bbokari & han quokka <3 we love that for you! i really want to get one of each eventually. but i really want a han quokka or dwaekki next. i love the fact that you crochet clothes for them😭

the situation with your professor too, like wtf bro. i hate professors that don’t have an ounce of empathy. they forget they’re freaking human too. i really don’t like that, in my case it really sucks because she’s a literal licensed psychologist. so she should AT LEAST as a part of her competencies comprehend that people have personal problems. she also gave us the hardest time yesterday for the work that none of us submitted (that was due at the start of the semester) because we didn’t send it in. when she was the one that didn’t open or even publish it so we could submit it. she said it must’ve been a problem with the platform (we also use the platform for our courses and it can be messy but it doesn’t just remove content just because). like, she couldn’t even admit that it was her own error too. like honestly, i hate this whole ego trip that professors live in. like, what possesses them. but yeah, whatever, she’s one of the main directors of the program so imma have like a million other courses with her so i can’t really be an asshole to her too or she’ll try to fail me probs <3

anyways bb thanks for your support! i really appreciate it so much! thanks for always giving us a safe space here. i’m feeling better now and a bit more hopeful. i love you and appreciate you, pls know that im always here for you too<3

(and fuck ch*rlie p*th <3, i feel bad for skz bc i love them but im not supporting this featuring at all either. they just get thee worst collabs like tommy hilfiger is such a shitty brand, coca cola sucks and now this bish. they can’t catch a break)

i love you darling! i hope you’re well and taking care of yourself <3

-🐈‍⬛

HI BABYYYYY ATEEZ TICKETS SECUREDDDDD I’m going to Oakland and then flying to LA the same week to see them again!!!! And then I leave a week later for lollapalooza LMFAOAOOFFJFJ IT IS GOING TO BE A HECTICCCCC WEEK BUT IM SOOOOO EXCITED 🫶

Princess Mononoke is a fucking masterpiece oh my got and the SOUNDTRACK…….. probably one of the best scores I’ve ever listened to 😭 ALSO EARWIG HOLY FUCKKKK I block that movie out of my memory because it’s so bad 😭 what were they thinking!!!! I kept thinking it was gonna go somewhere and it just never did and then it just ended HWELLOPPPO IT’S SO FUNNY NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT ??!:?:?:? 😭

I love my skzoos !!!! I’ll send pics when I crochet them more clothes (in several months bc I’m lazy🫶)

Professors LOOOOOVE to sit on their high horse and act like they want you to succeed and then pull the most out of pocket shit ever that’s a literal recipe for failure. And then they wonder why so many people fail their class 😀 absolutely insane that a licensed psychologist wouldn’t think mental health to be a legitimate issue, but I digress! Professors are always right and everything they do is correct! They certainly know how to use online platforms for work submission too! 🙃 WILD. I hope she doesn’t pull that shit again and I’m so sorry you have to deal with her for more courses ☹️ I’m rooting for you so hard and you’re always welcome to shit talk her on here WE HATE BAD PROFESSORS ON BLOGGGG™️ 🫶🫶🫶

Oh my god finally someone else who also hates Tommy Hilfiger RAHHHH their founder is apparently super racist too ???? And their clothes are somehow unnecessarily expensive for being so boring and colorless. Idol fashion has gotten so boring I miss when idols would wear weird and colorful streetwear fashion 😭

I LOVE YOU BBYYYYY it’s almost the end of the week hang in there my love !!!! 🫶💓💕💗💞💖💘

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

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fkyumerica · 9 months ago

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she made all of her kids nude porn stars then too, at birth "yea film it"-her mom anne marie/lady gaga/whoever jens mom is

then kills dogss

then goes back to her then back to her and its inbreeding again, the video shit

and they dont stop going at you too

and they are everywhere

then horse back riding, masks, and a logo

and all again

maybe a morning sunset on th ebeach

or a filipino beach guy to give you a infant while you live up in the trees

and maybe drugs if you want

dazed and confused

black hair

white guitar girl

tan guy

then she goes wild for a boy doing a wheelie on a motor bike

then sees footprints in the sand

she is mary anne, aunt rose's daugter who brest fed beth

so kids name was brett

to come back to it

rips shirt off

then shes deezy

i need a drink

give me a nose ring

then beard her

aunt rose i gotta live with her

then ex post about it

weird calm down meme feeling. mom posted the picture of a conversation.

there were only so many face books

i will write down the names later

john wayne gacy is kevin

filipino

then it just goes on again to their big gay life

school dances

my cell phone dick photo in the mirror

she wanted a dress like mine

shoot her in the fucking head

mollys relative, we killed her kind of right, thoughts of me were there

right

make it sluttier

https://www.facebook.com/friends/suggestions/?profile_id=100000085233472 and your neice next shannon

halloween 4? drugs and that life they all have to.. go and live it!

to sit her big asss on you

phase of life

omg friends drugs she told me it i dont care

hahahha

grandmother willow right

the dumpster guy in the movie

noroi

dragging the infants

no you need one too

says it to them

anne marie looking ones just left it on the ground

and shannon would be fucking it then walk up to him fucking it aand try and get them all fucking while doing that

and annemarie made shannon her drug ffriend

there is alix the next generation after

constantly has to fuck him

a don

shannon is a mom first

and anne marie just goes to sleep

aunt rose and beth are anne maries

chris is a alix needs to fuck

leaves fast

or what im young again to find her with a dog

and leave it to

and this is alix too, wayneradio tv what i cant put on a mask and fool them all, and leave, and make them again, in your area, with them, and their party, what they want, in the woods, and here, i might get her, and i get her, and i get her

and leave

we had to do the same thing the other one did

we are alike

whoa not related

hate it

we know you and hate you too

half of it is tit pics

the rest is i dunno

for sex with wwho

all of them are tht

and the i dunno you ones

i dunno go fuck

why arent you

now im turned on by you

aand hey me and mom do it easy

dope me do me mom then i fuck it up and die in 8 years now i live in the woods at raves and fuck and do whatever

im gay

mom lives ina house in a river

now plan it out

houses where

they all get to live

throw it in

abortion

then it gets a name

his dad and him

garbage guy

and john wayne gacy

twilight

mask

and werewolf

and abortion

skeleton with hat

he would put one on it

they brought a pile over again

and tried to fuck me with it

he was sting too, john wayne gacyy

and youre in the back right

right?

orange

i know them all now

and dialet

i will shit in her food today

and the kids he mates with, i wont be afraid to get this fucking spot doing it with him, their wives were the same he said

they wanted to go on it

when

they saw

who

fuckign noises

owl calls for one

old wild

that is aunt rose and fred

again? greg?

his son in front of him would

they would jump and fuck and fuck one of them there

grouped outside

the jump landing was it

face lift to her huh

then carriage accident

full fake head

does this guy try and live in mym house

he is godzilla

guess who

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

at anyone

at him

my dad?

mated 8 times

who who

said it

oh my god

i dont care

who

it is

sexy shit

they thought giants would walk them around

epkot

epcot

their world logo

for take over

their train shows it

they keep cumming in a numbilical cord then after liquid laundry detergent it turns it black and they inject it

to turn black

or purple or what blue

violet was him

mission

family

he knew everyones family the scare crow

of central t owest spain

and is gay

golfer

lion

and his wife

dur dur dur im the gay chienese animator

made it all

shes getting a bath

i dont want that from ya

hot

or that

cold

warm

and please squeeze it, like it again

Thu 6:14 PM

charles lee ray is the garbage guy

marrried agnes and chris

and aunt jemima wwas his inbred with the gone with the wind black btich, married that black woman too

kept the money for herself

she next on ekept checks

then after

free bank ask for it in the back

meghan

it was her in the movie too

mexico

and is penny's mom

lady gaga

apacolypto film me from up

was 8 then next yearr peggy sue 16 right

barbra ann

her mom

and next one

her mom

cinndy

then her mom

chris

then her mom

agnes

then her mom

gone with the wind black bitch

they edited her white

right

no is amanda

or meghan

which one

shoot both

take off her voice piece she is the one with the headset under her skin

to keep licking

wwhat you wwant on you

was suppossed to get shot

and shut up

too

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racingliners · 1 year ago

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F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 15 - Japan

I swear I'm going to finish this before the 2024 season starts

The festive season just happened and we are now weeks away from the first launch of the 2024 cars (which bruh what is the passing of time).

So I'm keeping my pre-race blurb to a minimum, which is fine because apart from Seb winning and I think Grosjean briefly leading the race, I don't remember much.

the massive "We <3 Seb" banner in the grandstands 🥺

Okay: starting grid overview! Webber on pole, Seb P2. A win for the Martian girlies (gn). Lewis P3, Alonso P8, Jenson P10 and Jev P17

the Bernie hand puppets dvhfdjbvhfdbhsfjbhf

All bar Ricciardo and Pic starting on the mediums as opposed to the hards. (Though again this was in ye olden days when the Top 10 had to start on their quali tyre)

[Formation Lap]: oooh thermal tyre cam

and the mad dash of mechanics and engineers back to the garages

god I get whiplash now seeing Domenicali on the Ferrari garage now even though I know he was TP at that point. Safe to say I'm not enjoying him as F1 CEO

A wild Sam Bird sighting next to Ross Brawn (back when he was a Merc development driver)

cars lining up on the grid, here we goooooo

[Start/Lap 1]: Not Grosjean taking the lead way before turn 1

aaaaaaand backmarker nonsense at turn 1

nooooooo Lewis dropping down the grid

oh god Seb's saying he might have front wing damage, if him and Lewis made contact is2g

[Lap 2]: Right, top 5 is Grosjean, Webber, Seb, Rosberg and Massa

and Jenson is clinging onto P10, woo!

yup, Lewis had a rear right puncture, and now the rest of the carcass has come off 😭😭😭

He stops for the hards and his now plum last

[Lap 3]: rest of the race be nice to me PLEASE

I think the main reason why I don't remember much of this race is bc I would have watched it at my friends house bc she had Sky so it would have been 5 or 6am 🥲

argh, start reply and there's the tiniest bit of contact between Seb and Lewis but it was enough to give Lewis a puncture. pain.

[Lap 4]: And a Grosjean fastest lap for funsies

damn, Bono outright saying over the radio what Lap Lewis is pitting on, that never happens but I guess bc he wasn't in contention for the win at this point trying to hide strategy doesn't matter

[Lap 5]: Respectfully Brundle I don't want to hear you try and figure out what Seb's doing, let him cook.

Oh Lewis has floor damage too fml.

[Lap 7]: For once, Seb has listened to Rocky and has dropped to 2 seconds behind Mark

Also Jenson out of the points as Raikkonen takes P10 😭

Apart from Seb this race is currently an attack on me personally

[Lap 8]: and there's Massa being told to let Alonso by

Lewis in the pits to retire the car 😭😭😭

[Lap 9]: Jenson pits for hards, it's stupidly early so he's probably going to be on a three stop

[Lap 10]: a few other cars are pitting as well so it's probably going to be a three stop race

"Engine 21, engine 2-1" I'm having Malaysia flashbacks (that was Mark's engineer Simon Rennie)

[Lap 12]: And in pits Webber! Most likely for hards

"Button's really flying along nicely!" INJECT IT!!

and slowly the race starts to turn round for me

JENSON FASTEST LAP! STOP THE COUNT!!

I've never said anything bad about F1 ever I swear

[Lap 13]: and Grosjean pits form the lead, also for hard tyres. He also comes out ahead of Webber

so WOO Seb in the lead!

oops, Rosberg had an unsafe release. Mercedes' not good quite bad 2013 Japanese GP

[Lap 14]: "When is Vettel going to come in?" Ted sounding very concerned for Seb's strategy.

[Lap 15]: Ah, and in he pits! He also has hards on and has come out in P3

"He's having quite a scruffy afternoon." The fact that Seb being in P3 and going wide once and having one lock up shown on camera counts as scruffy is frankly hilarious. That's how good he was in 2013

(that's my goat!!!!)

Also drive through pen for Rosberg. Merc's very bad rather terrible 2013 Japanese GP.

(when was the last time we saw a drive through pen be used in current F1 btw???? It feels like forever)

[Lap 16]: Seb being 4 tenths faster than Grosjean and Mark in one sector alone, this is the good place

[Lap 17]: A Seb fastest lap 🥰

[Lap 18]: What is a polar bear (Ricciardo in a Toro Rosso) doing in Arlington, Texas? (P4)

ohhhhh he hasn't stopped yet nvm

[Lap 19]: There is a queue of at least three cars behind him however

[Lap 20]: Alonso gets past Massa, but the Ricciardo train has now gained another few cars

It goes all the way down to 10th djbhdfjbhfxb

WHAT THE FUCK Hulkenberg went down the inside of 130R and made it stick.

[Lap 21]: And Alonso gets past him on the main straight.

[Lap 23]: "Multi 3, Multi 3" What does it mean what does it all mean????

I legit hear multi-anything and my eye twitches

[Lap 24]: And a Webber fastest lap! he's either prepping for his second stop or also got triggered by the word multi and bolted

also also, Seb has to make it lap 33 to make the 2 stop strategy work

FUCK Jenson had a slow stop

When does Seb take the race lead and keep it I need it now

[Lap 25]: Like the way Grosjean is still leading and it being pretty much legit, wild

A JEV FASTEST LAP?????

Well thank you racing gods

[Lap 26]: And Mark makes his second stop bang in the middle of the pit window

[Lap 27]: Seb being told he's racing Grosjean and not Mark, inch resting

and it sounds like Lotus are trying to stretch his strategy out to the 2 stop

[Lap 28]: the gap between Seb and Romain is now 1.5 seconds 👀

"Put pressure on Grosjean" Bastard Seb about to be unleashed

[Lap 30]: and in comes Grosjean for I assume is his final stop. He takes on another set of hards and comes out in P3

[Lap 31]: Seb needs to eek out a tiny bit of lap time to have a pit stop gap over Romain, which will be slightly difficult since Grosjean is on the new set of tyres

oh god not Perez having a slow stop too. McLaren be suffering

[Lap 32]: and Ricciardo nets us our third drive through penalty of the race for leaving the track and gaining an advantage.

I've seen more drive through pens in this race than I have in the past 5 years

[Lap 33]: and now everyone bar Rosberg, Vergne and Pic is on the hard tyres

[Lap 34]: Massa gets the fourth drive through pen of the day for speeding in the pitlane

somehow my Grandma will get a drive through pen despite being 91 and not having a driving licence

[Lap 36]: Seb apparently has a new set of mediums left, interesting.gif

and his gap to Grosjean is still around 20 seconds when he needs 22 in theory, but if he's going to be on the faster and fresher tyre on the end he maybe doesn't need to have a pit stop gap to him

[Lap 37]: And Seb pits!

He takes on another set of hards and comes out in third.

"That's Grosjean in front of you, go and get him." Okay now we're going to unlock bastard Seb. Cheers Rocky.

[Lap 38]: Haven't done a top 5 overview in ages: it's Webber, Grosjean, Seb, Hulkenberg and Alonso

What is a polar bear (Hulkenberg in a Sauber) doing in Arlington, Texas? (P4)

[Lap 40]: Seb is 6 tenths behind Grosjean, with a fastest lap to boot

*jaws music plays in the background*

[Lap 41]: And Seb takes P2 on the main straight!!!!

He is 14 seconds behind Mark who still needs to stop

[Lap 42]: Meanwhile Jenson has made his final stop and is back out in 14th place 🥲

[Lap 43]: Aaaaaand in comes Mark for his final pit stop

ooh for the medium tyres! and he comes out in third place

meanwhile Jenson overtakes Sutil for... P13

so the top 5 is now: Seb, Grosjean, Webber, Hulkenberg and Alonso

ouch, Perez got a rear puncture from contact with Rosberg

[Lap 45]: Webber fastest lap

He's about 5 and a bit seconds behind Seb 👀

[Lap 46]: Alonso gets past Hulkenberg for P4!!

[Lap 47]: Grosjean barely staying in P2 going into turn 1

[Lap 48]: And still Grosjean is ahead going into the first corner

[Lap 49]: 🚨5 laps remaining klaxon!!🚨

and, you guessed it, Grosjean is still in P2. Mark just isn't getting the traction he need out of the final chicane to be able to overtake him on the main straight

[Lap 50]: aaaand now Grosjean and Webber are coming into traffic

1 on 1 battles are so fascinating to watch unfold when your faves aren't involved

[Lap 51]: The way Webber is literally on Grosjean's gearbox now

[Lap 52]: of course Webber took P2 driving into turn 1 for the drama.

It was a saucy move ngl.

[Lap 53]: FINAL LAP!!!

ahem, TV feed please show me my boy

(not that Gutierrez v Rosberg isn't important. I just want to see Seb)

There he is!!!!!

[Finish]: And Seb wins the Japanese GP!!!!!!!!!!! 🥳🍾

P2 - Webber, P3 - Grosjean, P4 - Alonso, P5 - Raikkonen, P6 - Hulkenberg, P7 - Gutierrez (in what was his first ever F1 points!!), P8 - Rosberg, P9 - Jenson and P10 - Massa

Well that was a bit of a slow burn race, but it was really fun to see the 2 stop vs the 3 stop play out and have a proper on track battle between the top 3 cars.

Next race - India 🥹

#F1 re watch #f1 2013 re watch

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doll-r-t · 2 years ago

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The Lost Pearl Part 18

Syverson x reader

TW: really short chapter

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When you woke up it was to a small body climbing all over you and a deep voice hushing. You groaned turning around and grabbing whoever was walking over you. You captured them holding onto them. You nestled your head into the wild hair and heard a giggle. Slowly you pealed your eyes open. You were met with wild orange hair. She turned around in your arms, her eyes were already bright without any trace of sleep. She tweaked your nose, giggling after. You let go of her turning on your back. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Syverson, he still looked a bit sleepy but otherwise already awake. You should feel shame by waking up next to a man you were not married to, but it seems that it did not matter in the Woodlands.

You put aside the scandalized thoughts and enjoyed the warm blanket and Rosamund’s rambling. The only thing that could make everything perfect would be a cup of warm coffee. Just as you thought it the door opened and Gisla came in, she stuck her head into the fort bemused at the picture. “Here have some breakfast.” She handed Syverson a tray with some bread and jam and oh thank the Gods - coffee.

Syverson handed you a cup and smiled when you clutched it to you. He had never seen you this disheveled. Even that one time you and he had fallen asleep in his study you were proper and elegant. But he had to admit he liked this version more.

“Common Rosamund, give as a moment to wake up.” She was rambling on about something you could not keep track of. Syverson handed her a piece of bread with jam as usual food to shut her up. It worked this time too. You shot Syverson a grateful look.

He reached out grabbing your hand, squeezing it. “Good morning Princess.” He caressed your hand with his thumb. “Did I keep my promise? of keeping you warm?” You nodded, “Yes very much so.” You looked at each other a moment longer. Both thought I could get used to this.

But you could not stay like this forever, once you had drunk your coffee and Syverson his it was time to follow your chores. Rosamund was told to clean up the mess while you went to Cella to give her some more lessons. Syverson went off to a council meeting. He looked back at you leaving the room longingly. How much would he have liked to stay like this, hidden away under blankets.

From there on the day went as usual. A walk, lessons, chores, more lessons, and then dinner. Nothing changed much about this in the coming days. Well besides the occasional gifts you found in your room. Syverson had gotten you a new red dress, a nice winter coat, a necklace, and some wooden figurines that will keep your books from falling odd the shelves. He had gotten you some more books and sought you out more often during the day to ask advice or if you needed anything, if the food was to your liking or if you needed assistance with something.

The meeting with Chae-Won had been postponed but finally, she came to Warhorse. She was a tall slender woman, with a crooked back and sharp eyes. “I have brought you some different woods we can use for the shelves, my Lady.” You and she looked over every option holding up to the wall. Syverson stood to the side, not interfering just watching. Once you said: “I do like the light wood but it will not fit with the rest of the room,” he butted in. Surprising you and Chae-Won. “We could get more of the wood and do the whole room so it will fit.” Would he seriously build a whole new room just so you could have the light bookshelves? You looked back at the room, observing, what felt like for the first time. It was spacious but warm. Not perfectly cut and elegant like your room back home. It was, you could not put another word to it than home-y.

“No, no.” You turned to Syverson again. “I think it is perfect just the way it is. I do not need light wood.” You walked over to the table holding all the options. You reached for a smooth almost shining dark brown, reddish wood. “I think this will do just fine.” Chae-Won looked at you. “Just fine?” You smiled at the older woman. From the way she was talking about her craft you knew she took great pride in her work and just fine would not cut it. “You are right. It would be more than fine.” You put some of your books on the wood. Looking at how they would look together. “Yes, this is the one.” You turned to Syverson, you felt the buzz of excitement run through you. He came over to look at the wood. “It is a fine choice.” Chae-Won took all her samples and told you she would be back tomorrow to take measurements. She walked out without a word. But rolled her eyes at the young people in love.

Syverson stood close to you still smiling down at you. “Thank you for this.” You turned to him. He shook his head as if he had done nothing special. “Are you happy?” He was still prepared to tear out all the dark wood or do whatever you wished. You knew he would but it was not necessary. So to reassure him you took his hand in yours. “Very much so.” His eyes flickered back and forth between yours trying to see if you were telling the truth. Once he was satisfied he squeezed your hand. It shot even more tingles through your hand, up your arm, and made your heart beat quicken. You could not help but step a bit closer to him, wishing to feel his warmth and smell his scent. Suddenly a thought struck you, “I do not think I have been this happy in a long time.” You whispered to him. It made him take a step closer to you. Your chests would be touching if it was not for the hands between you. He wrapped one of his arms around you. “Neither have I,” he whispered back. You let go of his hand, putting them up against his chest. Finally playing with the pear he still had around his neck, like you had wanted to for a while. “You still wear it.” You looked up at him. His eyes were solely focused on you. “Of course. You gave it to me.” He held you closer to him and lifted his other hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into it. “If you let me. I will wear it to my dying breath. And if there is a life after I will keep it right by my heart.” You could hardly breathe. Shaking your head you whispered. “But it is not treasure.” He lifted your head, making you look into his eyes. “To me it is.” You took the pear in your hand, laying it straight above his heart. “Then I wish for you to carry it until your dying breath and even after.” Syverson’s heart was racing underneath your fingers. Matching your pounding heart. Slowly Syverson leaned down, you matched it by every inch. “Rosamund will be here any second.” You breathed out. He could feel it on his lips, making him halt enjoying the feeling. “Then I will leave you to your school work.” He breathed back but made no move to leave. He still held you. His scent was intoxicating and all you wanted was to find out if he tasted intoxicating too.

Yet, you did not. You leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Thank you for all the gifts.” He tried to turn to chase your lips. His eyes were closed. “So you accept them?” It was a strange question but you answered anyways. “Of course.” This was it, he grabbed you once more to him leaning down. He needed to taste your lips. Just as you were about to you heard Rosamund yelling excited in the corridor. “Y/N, Y/N.” Syverson groaned stepping back from you. Rosamund did not need to see this. It would confuse her. But it did not matter. You had accepted his gifts. He lifted your chin kissing the corner of your mouth like you had done and left the room.

Rosamund burst in a second later, you still stood shocked and still by the table. Touching the spot Syverson had kissed. It was tingling. And you wished to feel it again.

Author's Note: I Am sorry but also not for teasing you guys again. I will promise this slow burn will come to an end soon!

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faghubby · 3 years ago

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Getting him what he needs

My name is Tracy, and recently I found out my long time boyfriend, Tim has some fantasies so I set out to forfil them for him. But first let's go back to the day I learned about his fantasies.

My day started normal enough. Till I got a text while I was at work. It came from a number I didn't know. It was a pic of my boyfriend jerking off some guy in a car. I tried to text back but got no response. It looked real, I even showed my best friend Amy the pic. She suggested I put some spy wear on his phone. So I did alittle homework and a few days later I downloaded some to his phone. It allowed me to track him but also got a list of all the numbers he called. And texts he sent. It didn't take long to find him texting numbers about meeting them.

So I tracked and found his car parked in a secluded parking lot. I waited and after a few minutes saw him get out of a pickup parked near by and get back into his car. So I texted him

/hey where you at/

/worked late just finished/

He beat me home.

/babe/

/yeah/

/just got home where you/

/had to make a run to the market/

/so when you be back/

/ at least an hour/

He instantly started texting someone

/sorry/

/no sorry bitch don't call me again unless your going to do it/

/I want to just scared/

/bitch you tease me again I will rape your ass/

/please I promise I will/

/fuck you I am done/ a few minutes later he sent a pic. Tim was wearing my pink thong on his knees with his mouth open.

/please Daddy/ it read

/one more chance/

/Wednesday and listed are address, girlfriend working late/

All this made me strangely wet. I rushed thru the story and hurried home. Tim was sitting in the living room watching tv. We ate dinner I had picked up. The whole time I wanted to tear his clothes off. After dinner I went to are room and stripped and walked out to find him. I stood naked before him. He wasted no time taking me to bed.

I gave him a blowjob and teased his asshole. He seemed to enjoy it. He fucked me good and hard. Making me cum before we layer in each others arms.

"Do you have any fantasies" I asked

"Like what a threesome?" He teased "You and Amy?" He laughed

"Maybe you and another guy" I responded. I reached down and stroked his softened dick.

"I don't think I could share you" he told me

"Have you ever done anything that you never told me about?" I asked

"Well it was when I was a kid" he said he wanted to confess something his cock now hard in my hand.

"Its OK tell me" I encouraged

"Me and my friend used to jerk each other off." He seemed to be relieved he told me.

"Did you ever do more then that" he could see how excited I was becoming as he confessed

"Well I kissed it and licked it once" he added

"His cock?" I stroked him faster.

"Yes" he moaned

"Oh God that I so hot" I told him as his fingers plunged into my sloppy pussy.

I slid down and took his cock back in my mouth sucking him with a fury. He didn't last long cumming in my mouth. I came up and tried to kiss him. He held me back for a moment then allowed me to. I fed him his own cum. As I was humping his leg. God I was so hot.

I finally broke the kiss

"That was so amazing" I told him.

"I would love to watch you suck a big cock" I told him.

He fingered me until I came I licked his fingers clean.

That night I had wild dreams about Tim getting fucked by big cocks. I woke so horny. I found my little toy vibrator and some lube and slid under the covers to suck Tim off again. It roused him quickly.

"What has got you all fired up" he asked.

"Your confession last night I can't stop thinking about it" I told him and went back to sucking him off. I lubed my finger and slid it into his ass. He jumped alittle then just let me continue. Soon I worked a second finger not really sucking his cock anymore just teasing it. I pushed my toy in and used the thin toy to fuck him.

"I would love to see a man fuck you" I told him as I turned it on. He moaned loudly.

"Call him" I told him

"Call the man you been meeting" I explained. He tried to get me to stop fucking him but I just went faster and harder.

"OK" he moaned. I stopped

"How?" He asked. I showed him the pic of him jerking off someone. Then the texts.

"I never meant to hurt you" he confessed. "I only have jerked a few guys off"

He sent the man a text.

We showered together. I shaved his pubic hair and butt. Teasing his whole as I did.

"I hope he fucks your ass" I told him

"He is quite big" Tim explained

"How big?" He showed me a pic of a big black cock with his hand wrapped around it. It must be 10 inches and Tim's hand barely touched as he held it.

"He liked when you wore these" I told him handing him my pink thong. He didn't question just put them on. I grabbed a pair of flower print shorts that where loose fitting I often wore around the house but before I put them on.

"Why don't you wear these as well" I asked. He took them without a word and pulled them on. I found a spaghetti strap pink tee shirt and had him wear it as well it was tight on him and rode up exposing his belly button.

"Perfect" I laughed. He was hard and it showed

"My little sissy faggot husband, he will definitely take that virgin ass of yours" I snapped a few pics of him.

As we ate breakfast his "man" texted him

/Can I come over now?/ I grabbed his phone and responded

/yes come fuck my sissy boi husband/ I added a pic of him dressed up.

/ the wife?/

/yes thats me, come fuck him good/

/20 min/ I showed Tim the text.

"We should get you ready" I told him. He looked confused but followed me to the bedroom.

"Bend over and pull down your girlie bottoms" I teased he did as told. I shot lube into his hole and used my bigger vibrator to loosen his whole.

"You will still be nice and tight for him but he won't break you either" I explained. After ten minutes I had him remake the bed and set the lube out so it was easy to get too. He was very nervous when the truck pulled in.

I met John at the door he was a very good looking man and obviously worked out alot. He was soft spoken and polite.

"I am John" he said taking my hand

"Tracy"

"Not sure what you are expecting, but I am not comfortable with you watching" he informed me.

"Disappointed, but I understand I will just go out for?" I asked

"A few hours maybe more" John seemed to be asking and telling me

"Just have Timmy text me when you are done with him" I told him

I gave John my number just in case. And called Amy to go shopping.

We where in the mall when I got a video of Tim on his knees sucking John's enormous cock. Me and Amy watched it a dozen times. Then decided to buy Tim some presents heading to Victoria Secrets.

It must of been 2 hours later that I got another of Tim begging John to fuck him. As John's cock slid in balls deep. Amy's hand grabbed my knee and slid up my thigh. I looked at her with lust. I had never been with a woman. But now we rushed back to her apartment. Amy was forceful pushing me on her bed he pants and panties off before I knew what was going on. She sat on my face riding my tounge.

She reversed her self so she could rub my pussy thru my panties. She never touched me directly always some clothes between her hands and me. As I made her cum twice with my tounge. She continued to tease me as I begged her to let me cum. She handed me an enormous dildo.

"Fuck this and cum you fucking lesbian" She told me. And sat baack and watched as I tried to work it in to my tight hole. Eventually I took several inches of it and came harder then I ever had before.

I checked my phone and got an all clear and a video of Tim with cum dropping from his gapped asshole. I got dressed and went to leave

"Anytime you want to eat pussy call me" She teased.

"I never cum so hard in my life" she confessed. I rushed home and found Timmy asleep on the bed naked. I stripped and licked the dry cum off his leg. He stirred and pulled me tight to him.

"He wants to see me again soon" he told me

"Good, I want you to be his bitch from now on" I cooed pinching his nipple. He pushed against me and I felt something hard. I pushed him back to look. There was a cage around his dick.

"What is this?" I asked holding it

"John says I am his. He locked me in chastity so I can't fuck anyone." He told me ashamed of what he had let John do.

"So you can be my lesbian lover" I told him

"Yes" he seemed to except that.

John me by the house three to four nights a week. Often I sat in the living roon and listened to the sounds of sex. I also set up a live feed so I could watch. We purchased several toys that Tim often used on me. Including a strapon. I tease him about finding a man. But am happy as it is. John has never allowed Tim to cum out of the cage instead only releasing him to allow him to shave. Because of this TIm has become very submissive and gentile to not only me but everyone he meets. So much that John has taken Tim out in public as his sissy date. Amy and my "shopping dates" often just involve taking off clothes not trying them on.

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charlotte-of-wales · 2 years ago

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H&M Documentary Review: Episode 4

(my commentary in italics)

- Starting off with them talking about the wedding

- Meghan says it was her suggestion to have Charles walk her down the aisle and Charles agreed. Says she lost a father in all this.

- The designer for her wedding dress says everything had to be perfect because the world was watching....ironic considering the dress didn’t even fit properly

- Harry says there’s an expectation on him having a public wedding because “he is Diana’s boy” hmmmm no babes it’s because you’re Charles’ boy, in direct line to the throne and living on public dime. He sounds quite angry when he says it too.

- They talk about how monumental it was to have a gospel choir at the wedding, with Serena Williams saying how incredible it was to have Meghan’s culture represented like that. Harry quickly mentions that they had Charles’ help with that when it was *literally* his idea.

- Shot of William looking very happy at the wedding. Shouldn’t have included that one babes doesn’t fit your narrative.

- LOTS of pics of the wedding, including one of Catherine.

- videos of them in their “cottage” in Kensington Palace. They tried to make it relatable in a way because they were living on a cottage but like....that’s still on palace grounds what’s your point

- very awkward video of Meghan dancing at said cottage and now I wish I was blind

- praise after praise after praise for Queen Elizabeth II. Meghan says she saw her as Harry’s grandmother, not the Queen of England, and she loved having a grandmother figure in her life. Says she has a lot of respect for the Queen. This is so wild to me because do they not see the irony in saying this when she was the head of the institution they so clearly hate. The narrative that William and Charles were the villains and making the decisions in her place is wild and it’s wild that people don’t see the irony and hypocrisy.

- bits about Grenfell Fire

- “Harry and Meghan are the superstars of the British Royal Family” *eyeroll*

- They had to announce the pregnancy because Meghan started to show. That’s what loose dresses and patterns are for but I digress.

- they got these random friends of Meghan talking about the inner workings of the family and it bothers me so much

- ohhh there we go, the Palace was threatened because they were so popular. “Bigger than William and Kate” oh please

- They show a headline saying that polls show Harry is now more popular than the Queen and I’m pretty sure that never happened lmfao The Queen was always the more popular royal followed by W&C then H&M

- Also Harry says it becomes a problem when the married-in royal becomes more popular than the royal by blood.......but like your brother is doing just fine with his wife who is more popular than him. It’s obvious they’re going for the Diana narrative but it’s bs.

- they bring up this Telegraph headline where after Remembrance - an event where all senior members of the family were at - Meghan was front and center on the front page. Again, Catherine is usually front and center in the media even when other royals are in attendance......very silly point to make.

- there we go, Diana comparisons. AND the BBC interview.

- Tabloids critizing Meghan for every little thing yeah they do that buddy they’ve been doing it for decades get with the program

- “is avocado a fruit?” gosh negative braincells in this man’s head I fear

- comparing headlights that Meghan and Catherine got.

- Harry: “if you don’t see the difference and understand why it’s being reported that way then I can’t help you” *they both laugh* babes if you needed to talk a Holocaust survivor to realize dressing up as a n*zi was bad then I can’t help you either

- WHY IS THIS WHITE MAN LECTURING ME ABOUT RACISM IM LOSING MY MIND

- talking about Meghan’s suicidal tendencies

- GOD this man can’t take responsibility for a single thing. Yeah, he wasn’t able to give his wife the support she needed but but but he was trained to put the monarchy first, just admit you’re a shitty husband and go

- Meghan says she wanted to go somewhere to get help but she wasn’t allowed to because they were concerned about how that would look for the institution. The same institution whose members have openly discussed getting professional help for their mental health. Next.

- Harry: “if you strip all that away and say the treatment of Meghan in the press was the same as the other female members of the family; so do we still believe she should have just sucked it up like other members of the family” Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m saying

- “No one would have private conversations with the editors saying: enough” YEAH BECAUSE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS EXISTS GENIUS

- He is talking about the palace playing a dirty game with the media, not as dirty as you selling your family and private pictures of your children to whoever is willing to give you more money bestie

- “So if the comms team want to be able to remove a negative story about their principle, they will trade and give you something about someone else’s principle”

- this man is bitter and angry and he needs some serious help

- Harry claims him and William saw what was going on with his dad’s comms office and made an agreement it would never happen to their office. Accuses William’s office of breaking that agreement.

- sorry but Harry the moral superiority card is so dumb to me. Even if William’s team planted stories against Harry and Meghan in the media 1. Sussex’s camp did the same to the Waleses 2. How is this doc, the Oprah interview, the book any better? You hate the media so much and yet you’re feeding into it. Be for real.

- Meghan says everything was controlled and she couldn’t even text her friend a photo and ughhh it’s a known fact the royals have access to their own phones and whats app groupchats maybe you have shitty friends who can’t be trusted Meg

- Meghan’s friends get on my nerves lmfao the dramaaa god

- “one of my closest friends who happened to be the editor of People’s magazine” girl shush

- Talking about the NYC baby shower now

- not Jessica lmfaoo I can’t

- complaining about the attention of the baby shower as if there wasn’t a thousand ways to avoid it

- Meghan talks about women like it’s straight out of a girl boss 2013 pinterest feminism quote.

- Meghan says the party was thrown with her friends’ own money (not tax payer money) even though most of the items were gifted to them. Alright. Twist your truth bestie.

- talking about Archie being a “black prince” yeaaaaaaah

- they brought Archie’s former nanny???? again I know more about this boy than George

- talking about the South African documentary

- Meghan was aware of a pro Meghan hashtag on twitter but noooo they don’t check social media

- Harry says no one in the family had openly talked about struggling apart from one person (his mother) my brother in Christ YES THEY HAVE

- Harry implies they didn’t get support from the family in the fallout from the South African doc and that made them consider their options (aka leaving the family)

This one was boring, full of lies and weird narratives. Not looking forward to the rest but either way gotta go back to packing! See y’all soon.

#susx doc

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totiredtowrite · 3 years ago

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Warnings - Religious themes

Note: Lowkey hate the minimalist pic for this one bc it's not how I think kita would look but whatever yk. This didn't feel very wild west-y, lowkey hate the fic too 🤨

FEM READERS (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY), DO NOT INTERACT

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There are two sides to every coin.

This town is no exception. Tourists, visiting family or friends, people who just stop through, they only get one side of it. They get the kind people with bright eyes and even brighter smiles. They get the easygoing townsfolk who have absolutely nothing weird going on under the surface.

The reverend, on the other hand, gets the other side of that coin.

The church was put together. Well taken care of, cleaned regularly, polished and bright. The townsfolk, (aside from a few stragglers), came in on Sundays for the regular sermon, then they'd leave. Occasionally a funeral would be held there.

Of course, that wasn't all that happened. In fact it was far from it. Kita, working in arguably the most energy filled place in the whole damn town, has witnessed multiple things he wouldn't begin to explain. Birds who looked a little too human, whispering in the steeple, oddly quiet older women and men during Sunday service who he never sees again. He'd considered finding someone to work alongside him, though nobody was very willing.

At this point, he's just gotten used to it. And he's gotten used to you.

Hearing your voice in his head, seeing you prowling around his dreams, watching you occasionally lurk in the halls. Hell, he'll even say something back to you if your constant comments in his head about his 'stupid cross' got too annoying.

Not to say that he knows what you are though. What your name is, where you came from, if you're good or evil. He's just settled on neutral, much like an anarchist who would come through to say something about the church.

When it all started, he almost thought he was being punished for something. That some wayfaring god had sent you to torment him for the multitude of sins he's gathered during his day. Though, the longer it went on, the clearer it became that you were no lackey.

Tonight though, he could tell something was different. He could tell the moment you didn't disappear as he approached. You just kept sitting in his chair, feet propped up on his desk.

"What're ya doing here." He'd asked coldly. Kita hardly ever saw you. Usually you only showed in his dreams, or just as a disembodied voice in his head. When he did see you it was only for a couple seconds.

Your head shot up from the paper in your hands. (One that you clearly plucked from his desk). "Oh-! Hi father," you said, dragging out both of the words. Kita could already tell that this interaction was going to be hard to get through.

You, on the other hand, were elated. The cute human who you may or may not have a crush on is standing less than fifteen feet away from you, and you weren't booted back into the veil! Maybe today you could actually stay here.

Kita watched you pull your legs off of his desk, leaning forward to grip the edge of the chair visible between your thighs. The only reason why he wasn't startled or frozen at the moment was how...non threatening you looked to him. Maybe others would say otherwise, but he's seen you enough in his dreams or out of the corner of his eyes to be fine.

The abnormally large bat shaped ears jutting out from the sides of your head shifted with every expression you made, reflecting whatever you said. Two small horns, one larger than the other, grew out of your forehead. Aside from that and your weirdly glowy (e/c) eyes, you looked more human than he thought you'd be. Still, he could just feel that you weren't.

"Well," he sighed and leaned against the doorway. "Is there something you needed, demon?"

You gasped in faux offense, chuckling shortly after. "I'm not a demon, father," you rolled your eyes. "I'm more...meta human." You gave him a toothy smile.

His look didn't falter.

"Right," you deflated at his lack of interest in your antics, dragging out the word. "I jus' wanted to see you."

That caught him off guard, his hand instinctively reaching to the cross strung around his neck. "For what reason," he started slowly.

"Mm I dunno," you gave him another insufferable smile, "Maybe I jus' really like cute humans with grey hair."

He still looked far from impressed. "Well, leave," he said.

You looked shocked for a moment. You knew he was blunt but you didn't think he would just straight up tell you to leave. You shuffled awkwardly in his chair. "You don' wanna learn about me? N'my kind n stuff," you nervously trailed off.

He sighed heavily, dragging his large, well worked hand through his cropped hair. "No, I do not. Unless you've got something important to tell me, or show me, I do not need you here."

Your ears drooped a bit. You don't know why you thought this would actually go anywhere. The longer you watched him, the more you built up this image of how it would be in your head. You'd meet, he'd fall head over heels for you, you'd be 'stuck' in this realm, an adventure would ensue, and eventually it'd end with you staying and getting married to him.

Childish, sure. Childish and rather stupid, but oh well right? As it turns out, you were far less charming to him than he was to you.

He turned to leave. He hadn't anything important to do in his office anyways, though now he just wanted to head home. "Wait!" You called.

Kita could make out the sound of his chair being pushed out as you stood up. He paused, giving you a brief invitation to say what you wanted to say. "Can you just give me a chance! Please? I'll be good, promise," you nervously tugged on your larger horn.

He looked down, eyes closing. "A chance for what."

You ignored how it sounded more like a demand than a question. "I dunno! Just hangin around? I'll even work at the church! Just let me stay with you, only for a week!"

He perked up at your offer to work at the church. Turning around, he finally looked you dead in the eye. "Only if you work."

A smile split your face, head nodding up and down feverishly.

No way in hell was this a good idea, but at least he could keep an eye on you.

Do not repost, translate, or copy my work on to other platforms.

#kinda hate this but whatever #hq x male reader #m!reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #male reader #haikyuu x male reader #kita shinsuke x male reader #kita x male reader

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ramp-it-up · 4 years ago

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Sundancer

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Minors DNI, Some pictures, Angst, Pining, drinking, explicit language, oral sex (female/male receiving), love fluff. All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from @honeysucklechocolatedrippin from the 100 smut prompts ask list. I got caught up with this one because I went back to the Show Runner AU. I kinda love these two. Hope you enjoy. Read Show Runner.

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This press tour was going to be all work. No play.

Those were the strict rules that you were given.

This was the premiere film and television festival and January in Park City could be a fun, wild place and time, but you were on the clock.

There would be no open flirting, touching, or even covert fucking while the cast was there.

You listened to the lecture and smiled and nodded when appropriate.

Truth be told, you really weren’t paying attention, just waiting on your knees, naked and wet, to suck the shit out of his dick.

When he gave you permission to of course.

You were determined to suck all those stupid ideas out of his brain along with all his cum when he gave you the chance.

And Rafael was, indeed, without much coherent thought when you were done.

_____

Wednesday

That conversation was of no consequence to you four days later when you landed in Park City.

Daveed and Rafa had been there for two days and the rest of the cast was trickling in.

You gathered your bag while answering a few questions from the paps and headed to your hotel alone, following the driver who held your name up outside baggage claim to a luxury suv.

You texted Rafael that you had landed, to which he just replied, “Good.”

No, ‘how was your flight,’ nothing.

You sighed, assuming he was busy.

He had been texting you nonstop for the past three days and now he wanted to play you.

That was cool.

You relaxed as you took in the snowy scenery of snowy Park City.

You were taken to a stunning tiny little chalet at the edge of the city and halfway up the mountain.

The views were spectacular, the cute cozy kitchen fully stocked, and the fireplace was bomb.

As you took in all the antler decor, you texted Rafa again, hyped at the accommodations.

This is dope!

You made sure your cleavage was right in your v-neck sweater and took a selfie of you from above in the bedroom.

I can’t wait to be on my knees for you later.

You saw the thought bubbles, but no response.

Cool cool cool.

If that’s what he wanted. That’s what he would get. Ice.

You shook your head and looked in the refrigerator for water. You also found your favorite snacks.

Production thought of everything. You’d thank Gwen later.

You relaxed on the couch until it was time to get ready for the mixer.

The car was ready to go at 6:45, in time to get you fashionably late to the Television mixer at the Waldorf Astoria at 7.

Because of all the traffic, you didn’t arrive until 7:30, but you were chilling. You spotted your crew immediately, partly because they were the loudest.

You loved this new family you made.

“Ayyyy! What’s cracking! We thought you’d never make it. Late flight? You want a drink?”

You laughed at Daveed, seeing that he was on his way to getting lit.

“I’ll have what you’re having.”

He raised his cute ass eyebrow at you. “This grown folks shit. You sure?”

“Yes. I’m grown. I need to catch up to you! I misjudged the time to leave my chalet. What time did you all leave yours?”

“Ummmm. I walked downstairs like 20 minutes ago. The whole cast is staying here. You’re the only one staying on the other side of town.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t know what to say as Daveed turned to go get your drink.

You looked around and saw a lot of actors you’d love to work with, some you already had, and some you knew to stay away from.

You spotted Rafa’s golden hair on the other side of the room.

You weren’t going to go after him, and you didn’t need to, because some of your cast mates enveloped you and Daveed brought you a drink.

You were having too good a time to worry about Mr. Artistic Integrity.

You two circled the room, never really ending up in the same place. You finally saw him with Gwen and got a chance to talk. Rafa saw you approach. He nodded.

“Hey, Long time no see. You make it in ok ?”

You looked at Rafael for an extra beat. He’d seen you up close and personal three days ago when you’d ridden his face.

But you were an actor. You could play this game.

“Hey Casal. Yeah, I got a few hours ago.”

You turned to the logistics producer.

“Gwen! My chalet is so dope!”

She raised her eyebrow at you.

“That’s great! So, you wanted peace and quiet and away from the rest of us, ay?” Gwen laughed as you and Rafa smiled politely. You were seething.

“Trying to avoid all the parties. I get it now, although I thought it was weird that you declined accommodations.”

“You know our girl, always a loner.”

Rafael took a sip of his drink, looking at you over it. Your blood boiled but you turned and smiled at Gwen.

“Yeah. On my INFJ shit. What’s the lineup for tomorrow?”

You made small talk to avoid cussing Rafael the fuck out. He stood there for a minute, listening and being an adorable muthafukin asshole.

Other people came up and you didn’t even notice Rafa step away. But you spotted him, in a corner with that little twat Ava with the tight little body. Just his type.

He saw you stalking out of the mixer as he chatted her up.

—-

Two hours later, you were cozy in the hot tub, smoking some kush to relax, scrolling your phone.

A TMZ post from your explore page caught your eye.

There was a picture of Daveed, next to Rafa and Ava, who looked pretty close and fucking beautiful together.

The gossip site gushed over the picture of the Bay Boys, noting the ‘adorable couple’ and their mingling at the mixer and somehow sneaking in a not so subtle hint that they were staying at the same hotel.

That was the final straw. You saw it all. Rafa wanted you far away from him while he fucked this little miniature Bratz doll. Bet.

It was only midnight. You were going to get your own plastic action figure for the night.

——

Thursday

The next morning, you met up with the crew at the suite which was set up for the series press day.

You went straight to Chelsea who was set up in the bedroom of the suite.

You gave her a hug and took off your sunglasses. Your eyes were puffy.

“Damn girl. You did have fun last night. I got just the thing for those circles.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and let her work her magic.

You emerged ten minutes later and went and got something to eat and a bottle of water from the catering station set up in the kitchen. You watched D and Rafa charm the interviewer.

You took a deep breath. You could do this.

Ten minutes after that, you find yourself sitting in a chair with the cast lined up, somehow seated next to Rafael.

As the first interviewer was setting up, you got comfortable in your chair. Being a professional.

“I see you had fun last night.”

You looked over at Rafael as if surprised to see him there.

“I’m sorry?”

He smirked at you.

“I said it looks like you had fun with Michael last night.”

He held up his phone and you squinted at a post of you and your new friend, a highly sought after actor who had been in one of Rafa’s favorite movies.

The pic was from after you went back out to the club last night. You were hugged up close.

You looked in his eyes and saw that he felt some kinda way. He had some fucking nerve.

You smirked.

“Yeah. He’s really truly a dope person. Not just beauty, but brains too. I love an intelligent man. We… talked all night.”

Rafa’s smile slipped. You sat back and put on a megawatt smile for the reporter.

The entire day was filled with your secret shots and animosity toward Rafa.

You couldn’t wait to talk to him in private and tell him not to call your cell phone ever again.

Reporter: “This show has many complex relationships, and you are at the center of two of them that are just developing as the series begins. What do you do to ease into a new relationship?”

You leaned back and crossed your legs.

“That is a great question. Let’s just take an example of, say, meeting someone at... a club?”

Daveed leaned in front of Rafa and said, “This is not a true story from last night by the way.”

“Of course not,” you quickly replied and winked. Everyone laughed, everyone but Rafa.

“What I’ve found recently that works wonders is: ‘Oh my god you’re so much better than the last person I was with.’”

Everyone was dying laughing.

Rafa choked on his water. You leaned over and patted him on the back. “You good?”

He just glared at you. You shrugged and kept it moving.

“No, but really. You should start off in a relationship where you can be open and honest. There’s really no relationship if you can’t have that.”

Rafael cleared his throat, but you refused to look at him.

The press day continued.

After eight hours of interviews, you were ready to get out of there, so while Rafa and D were playing host, you managed to get out and to the car.

You were exhausted of the tension.

On your way to the chalet, Rafa texted you.

‘We need to talk.’

You huffed. Now he wanted to talk.

Well, tough shit.

You blocked his number.

You couldn’t function like this right now. You and him could break it off next week in LA. He was right, you were on the clock.

That night at the Midnight showing, you sat with Michael.

Might as well try to have some fun. The paparazzi were snapping lots of pictures with you two.

While Mike took a quick interview, you made your way to the bar alone.

“You’ve not answered any of my texts. Or my calls.”

You rolled your eyes at Rafael.

“You’ve texted and called?”

You shrugged and took a drink.

“Look. We can do all that back in Cali next week. Gotta keep it professional here, isn’t that the deal?”

You downed your drink and walked back over to Michael, Rafael boring a hole in your back.

He left you alone after that.

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Friday

The next day and night were much the same, a cast interview and screening of two episodes during the day and another industry party at night.

Rafa being so busy made it easy to stay away from each other.

You got back to your place with a bottle of tequila about midnight.

You were flying out the next day and you should have some fun, even if it was not what you’d envisioned before you arrived in Park City.

You hated Rafael Casal.

But you refused to cry. Again.

An hour later, you looked up from your drunken haze to see Rafa standing over you.

He looked so damn good in this dream.

“You shouldn’t drink a whole bottle of tequila in a hot tub, especially alone.”

“What the fuck do you care? You’re probably fucking Ava ten ways from Sunday right now.”

Dream Rafa raised his eyebrow at you and shook his head.

“Why would I want to fuck Ava?”

“Right? Especially when you could have all this.”

You stood up, almost falling and showing off your wet, naked body. You giggled as he appreciated you, his eyes sweeping down your body.

Dream Rafa moved closer to you and grabbed your hand as you wobbled.

“Let’s get out and get you some water.”

He helped you out and wrapped you in one of the huge white fluffy robes that you’d found in the closet.

He led you to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

You drank, your head clearing, but just a bit.

You kept staring at Dream Rafa, who was regarding you steadily, a weird look on his face.

When you finished, he walked you to the bedroom and watched as you lay down. You looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 1:30 am.

You opened your robe and turned to see Dream Rafa in bed with you.

“How convenient. I’m so so horny Dream Boy. Haven’t had any dick since last week.”

You untied the robe and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and rolling your nipples, arching your back.

Rafael watched you hungrily.

“Help me to get off. Fuck me, Dream lover. The real Rafa doesn’t want me anymore…”

You moved your hand down to your core and started playing in it, moaning and watching Rafa watch you.

As he licked his lips, you brought your hand up and let him taste the wetness on your fingers. He hummed, then took your hand in his.

“Not like this. I want you. Fully present and clear headed. But I want you. And we need to talk.”

He kissed the palm of your hand and covered you with the robe again.

You groaned and turned away from him.

“Even the Rafael of my dreams reject me? I can’t believe I’m in love with such a jackass.”

You didn’t feel Rafa pull you close as you started shoring.

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Saturday

You woke up alone, mad at the sunlight. Your head was pounding.

Your mouth was parched, but you found a bottle of water on the bedside table.

You grabbed it, grateful that you got it on the way to the bedroom last night.

As you sat up and drank, you groaned as you thought back to your dream.

You had to get him out of your system.

You got up and went to the kitchen, halfway expecting to see him there.

You sighed with something that must have been relief when he wasn’t there.

You took your water and some grapes to the little kitchen bar and sat there, eating and drinking slowly with your head in your hand.

You jumped when you heard a key in the front door and stared when Rafa let himself in.

“Look who’s up. Bet you’ve got a doozy of a headache.”

You just continued to gape as he put his bags down on the counter. He handed you a bottle of aspirin.

“You’ll need these.” He put some pedialyte in front of you. “And this.”

“Wait. Did you just let yourself in? With a key?”

“Yeah. This is my chalet. I own it.”

Your mouth dropped open.

“I thought you had a hotel room.”

“I do. This is business so production put the cast up there. D and I decided to join.”

Your heart clenched at the fact he did not want you there too. What was this reality? Then you thought about the dream.

“Wait. Were you really here last night?”

You were confusion.

Rafa smiled at you.

“You want something to eat? Gotta get something in your stomach besides tequila and grapes.”

You groaned and held your head at the realization that last night was not a dream.

“Fuck. Did I say all that? Did I do all that? Out loud?”

You peeked at him through your fingers.

That smile. “Yeah.”

You were mad. He looked to fucking happy.

“Well, don’t take it personal. I was zooted. When I’m sober, I hate you Rafael.”

He frowned. “Are you sober now?”

You opened the bottle of aspirin and drank some pedialyte.

“Unfortunately, yes. Very sober.”

Rafa moved next to you.

“I’m going to come closer so I don’t have to yell.”

He tipped your chin up with two fingers.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with a fucking brat.”

You were ready to fight.

“I’m a brat? I’m a BRAT?”

You leaned back, your hands on the counter behind you to get some space from the electricity bouncing between you.

“You ignore me as soon as I land in the same city as you, and then you put me out here in this secret hideaway so you can fuck with that Ava chick.”

You closed your eyes because you’d be damned if you cried right now.

“I thought we agreed that we’d talk to each other before we tired of each other and got with other people?”

Rafa leaned close to you, caging you in with his arms on the counter beside yours.

You could barely breathe, the emotions were getting the better of you. You just wanted to kiss him.

“Who told you that I fucked Ava?”

This time you raised your chin on your own.

“No one had to tell me. I saw the pictures of you two together. I can read, Rafa.”

“Not very well in this situation, I’m afraid.”

Rafa shook his head and looked down. Then looked back up at you with those damn eyes.

“You also don’t listen. Did you even hear what I said? I just said I love you.”

You just stared at him.

“Wait… what?”

Rafa brought his hips closer to yours, standing up tall. You wanted them on you.

“I love you, you fucking brat. Why would I want Ava when the woman I love has all this.”

And he reached for you, opening the tie on your robe. He sighed as he moved his hands on your brown skin. He was home.

“I want you to listen. Listen before you jump ahead and try to argue.”

You were about to say something and clamped your mouth shut at his warning glance.

“I told you, this was work. And we agreed not to go public with our relationship yet.”

He saw you wanting to protest.

“We agreed.”

His hands spread against your stomach, thumbs on your warm nipples.

“I wasn’t ignoring you, I was controlling myself. I wanted to meet you at the airport, but the paps are swarming.”

Rafael's blue eyes were now dark.

“And I didn’t stash you away because I wanted to fuck Ava, but because this is my home and I wanted you in it.”

Rafa finally kissed you, and you took his tongue in your mouth, wanting to own a part of him. Your moan while you kissed was getting him even harder.

“And when you sent me that picture of you in the bedroom, I wanted to run over here and take you in every room, but I couldn’t. Still working. Just had to jack off when I could. To that picture.”

You moaned as his words made you drip down your thigh.

He pressed his pelvis to you and you could feel how hard he was. You took a ragged breath and forced your hands to remain on the counter.

But you looked up into those burning blue eyes. You were wet and ready.

“It was killing me knowing that you were so close, sleeping in my bed without me, naked in my hot tub without me, and that I couldn’t touch you, hold you. Fuck the shit out of you. Hear you scream my name.”

“Tire of you? God, I wish I could get tired of you. I want you all the time, I can hardly function when you’re not around.”

He kissed across your collarbone to the other side of your neck. You were definitely weak.

“I was coming over that first night, but I saw you going out. To the club. Where it seems you hooked up with Mike.”

Rafa bit down on your pulse point.

“Rafa, I…”

Rafa licked the spot he just bit.

“Shhh. I know you didn’t get with him, but you were a bit of a bitch at the Q and A day. And then you took him to the midnight screening.”

Rafa was appraising your body possessively now.

“You tried to make me think that you were with him; that he was touching you like this.”

Rafa grabbed your breasts and squeezed your nipples between your fingers. You arched into his hands.

“It was like you were teasing me.”

His hands moved down your torso and around to your ass, squeezing and pulling your cheeks apart and ghosting your intimate parts with his fingers.

“You know I don’t like to be teased.”

He released you and took two steps back, leaving you feeling bereft.

You were panting in the middle of his kitchen. You felt what it was like to be teased.

“Rafa, I’m sorry. Please…”

Rafa was two steps ahead of you. He was pulling his Oaklandish hoodie over his head. Then he shook his head at you.

He bent his head to your breast as he lifted it roughly to meet his lips. He drew your hard bud between his lips and grazed it with his teeth.

Rafa nipped and sucked your flesh roughly as he licked the fingers in his other hand and reached between your legs.

“Did you want Mike to touch your cunt like this?”

“No...only you Cash…”

He traced his fingers between your wet lips, causing you to shudder and moan. Then he started to tease your clit.

“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell me you love me.”

“I..I…” You didn’t know when it happened, but it did. “Fuck it. I love you Rafael.”

You sigh in relief and with desire as he pushed his fingers deeper into you.

He moaned softly in your ear as he pressed you back against the island.

“Good girl. Now tell me more. Tell me you love what I’m doing to you right now. Tell me you love this shit.”

“I love it so fucking much,” you squeaked, holding on to his shoulders for dear life, your nails digging in.

As he pumped his fingers, you wriggled and started to grind against his hand. As you wriggled more, he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck! Stay still.”

His tongue licked up and down your neck as his hand went faster and faster, playing you like an instrument.

You were getting so close, and Rafa could feel it. So he stopped and stepped back again, panting while he tasted his fingers and leaving you quivering and emotional.

You refused to beg, but he knew what you needed.

“I want to punish you for not listening to me and your heart, but I can't because I’d be punishing myself.”

He walked toward you again, put his hands on you and slid down your body as he knelt before you.

Rafa looking up at you like that made you fall in love all over again.

He leaned forward and kissed your lower lips oh so tenderly. Then, he licked them, and you had to hold on to the counter again. Then he started talking.

“I’ve been hard for you ever since you texted me that you touched down.”

He kissed each of your thighs and lifted one up and rested it on his shoulder. You were not ready.

“I was so pissed off all day. Until I saw you that night.”

Rafa lightly licked a long stripe between your legs.

He pulled back and looked at your pussy, as if entranced.

“But, I stayed away from you at the mixer because I knew I would drag you to a bathroom and bend you over the sink…”

Rafa slowly rolled his tongue over your slit. You held your hand over your mouth as you watched him.

He looked up at you and chuckled.

“No close neighbors. Let me hear you.”

He sighed as he looked at you again.

“I wanted to take you in the bedroom at the suite during the press day and put your ankles around your ears to dig out that attitude.”

Rafa licked you again, making you tremble and moan loudly.

“I decided to come and give you an ultimatum last night, but I get here and you were so cute and drunk and said that you loved me.”

He graced you with a smile. You smile back and brush his hair out of his eyes.

“I know you said that I don’t own you. But you own me. Body and soul. I’m starving for you.”

And then he dove in, making you gasp as he eagerly parted your lips with his tongue and started to flick it back and forth over your clit, grasping your ass and your leg to support you and keep you in place.

This time he didn’t stop. He licked and sucked and swiped, his head moving back and forth as he ate. He did it until your eyes rolled back into your head and you were screaming his name. He increased his pace and intensity until you were a quivering, moaning mess.

You come on Rafa’s face in the middle of a ski chalet in Park City, Utah.

You were still quivering as you watched him stand up, take off his shirt and wipe his face with it.

“So, you can take your flight back to LA in a couple of hours, or you can stay until Monday and we can be seen together tonight. In public.”

Your face lit up as he led you to the bathroom. You were catching on.

“And we will be ‘good friends’ for a few weeks until we let on.”

“Now, you’re listening.” Rafa was smiling wide now.

“Wait, does Diggs know about us?” Rafa started taking off his pants. You needed what was inside.

“Nevermind. I know the answer, Jackass.”

You ignored Rafa’s laugh as you began to make up for lost time.

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tuffduff · 4 years ago

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We Still Have Time (Axl Rose x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Axl x younger!Reader

Words: 2,068

Request: @whisperess33 “I love your oneshots sooo much! 😩❤💞 Do you take requests? If so: can I request a modern!Axl oneshot, where he's been in a relationship with a younger girl for at least a year, and they end up having the 'kid talk' after seeing a toddler/kid backstage, where Axl wonders if his chance to be a dad really has passed him by and the girl reassures him and says she'd really like at least one baby but didn't dare to ask because she thought he didn't want and says he'd make a great dad? Thanks 🥰🥰🥰”

A/N: Can I just say...I think about Axl with children all the time...every time I see Axl in a picture with a small child, my heart HURTS. I can just imagine he would be a wonderful, supportive father. Lowkey, maybe I’ll do a GNR preference one day about having your first child together. I hope y’all enjoy! (PIC NOT MINE)

“From what I could see, there were already a lot of people out there.” Axl was telling you from where you were having a little moment backstage in the hallway. Guns N’ Roses were headlining a rather large outdoor music festival that evening. You found yourself smiling at the light surprise that colored his tone. “It’s hot out there.”

“And? Do you not realize how many people would brave the heat or hail or snow or rain or whatever just to see Guns N’ Roses?” You scolded him affectionately, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder with your hand. He raised his hand to rest over yours briefly.

“Well, maybe. But the weather was saying it could reach temps of...” you watched Axl’s gaze shift away from yours and zero in on something behind your ankles. “...hey little guy. Are you lost?” Axl’s voice had softened considerably, into a tone of voice you had never heard him use before.

You turned around, expecting to see a stray cat, or maybe even a lost dog. You were almost taken aback at the sight of a small boy, no older than four. He was sniffling, his hand pressed against his nose, his eyes flickering about. Axl moved around you and knelt down, still a good distance from the boy. “Hey, buddy, where did you come from?”

The boy now focused his dizzied gaze on Axl’s, his eyes widening almost in uneasiness. “Hey, it’s okay. I won’t hurt ya.” Axl crept forward a little, but the little boy shrank back a half-step. You wanted to help, but something made you hold back and watch Axl, who you had never seen interact with children except for when he would say hello to his band mate’s. Never a child this small. You watched as doubt clouded Axl’s eyes suddenly at the sight of the child shrinking back. It was as if Axl could understand something in the boy’s body language. Axl put his outstretched hand down and the boy seemed to relax a little.

“It’s okay, little guy. I can help you. Where are you parents, huh?”

“...I-I don’t know.” The little boy finally stuttered out. He looked at Axl hesitantly again before he walked closer on his own accord to where Axl was still kneeling. He placed both of his tiny hands on Axl’s knee as though he needed to steady himself and looked around, his expression breaking. “I can’t find her.”

“Okay. I can help you find your mommy. What does she look like?” Axl asked gently, simply watching the little boy who rested against his knee. Before he could give an answer, he began to cry. Your heart ached and you looked around desperately for anyone close by. “Hey, shh, it’s okay. You’re gonna be alright,” Axl shushed.

The boy threw himself at Axl, wrapping his small arms around his neck and curling his body closer to Axl. Axl was stiff for a moment before he cradled the boy gently in his arms and stood with him, now letting him cry onto his shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay,” Axl kept cooing, his hand smoothing rhythmic circles on the boy’s back. “Hey, you wanna see something cool?” The boy sniffled, his cries momentarily stopping as he pulled back to look at Axl with half-heartedly curiosity. Axl was pulling off a ring from his pinkie. “See that? Here, you hold it. What color is that?”

“B-Black.”

“That’s right. It’s called an onyx.” The boy didn’t reply as he stroked the gemstone with his tiny finger. His tears were momentarily halted, too enraptured with his new objection of fascination.

“Oh, thank God!” At that moment, a woman came barreling around the corner, voice frantic and eyes wild. She was dressed in a crew member shirt, but you had never seen her before. “There you are, Ben!”

“Mommy!” The boy cried now, outstretching his arms. Axl placed him on the ground where he ran a few paces before he was quickly scooped up by his mother. She locked him in a vice grip and suddenly seemed to notice the company she was in; her face practically paled as she looked at Axl.

“I’m so sorry, I turned my back for two seconds; normally his dad watches him but my husband got a new job and we’re still trying to figure out scheduling and there was a conflict—I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I’m so—.”

“What’s your name?”

“…Erica.” Axl stuck his hand out, to which Erica had to shift Ben in her arms to accept.

“Erica, if you need any help at all, at the next few shows or in the coming weeks, please let me know. Any kind of accommodations that would help you out with things.” Axl calmly interrupted her apology. She seemed too stunned to even reply.

“...That’s...thank you. Thank you, so much. I’ll keep that in mind.” You were swelling with pride.

“He’s a very beautiful boy.” You finally commented, reaching out to brush Ben’s sandy colored hair from his eyes. He laughed a little now, his still-wet eyes now shining.

“He takes after his father.” Erica replied, finally looking relaxed. Her words created a picture in your head, an image of a strawberry blonde boy with gentle eyes that you cradled in your arms. When you glanced over at Axl, he was already watching you, reflecting the same smile you saw in your head. “Oh, hey—that’s not yours. Why don’t go give it back, baby?” Erica said as she noticed Axl’s ring still in Ben’s hand.

“No, no. He can keep it. Maybe he can grow into it.” Axl replied coolly. “I think he likes it.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t.” Erica said, looking from the ring and Axl in disbelief. You could tell what she was thinking; that ring cost a pretty penny.

“Please.” Axl insisted.

After that incident, Axl was pretty quiet, and you knew him well enough not to poke or prod. He would always come to you when he was ready with his fleshed-out thoughts, when he was ready to have a conversation. It wasn’t until after the show when you were riding back to the hotel in a limo, just the two of you, that Axl finally broke his silence.

“I can’t believe I got that kid to stop crying.” You glanced over at him, listening to the quiet marvel in his voice.

“Children are really hard to figure out,” you agreed. “Especially when they’re younger. They have all these feelings and thoughts, but such short life experience. I’m sure it’s overwhelming in their little heads. And people don’t take the time to try and understand that.” Axl was nodding his head to your words.

You made a mental note that this was not territory you had ever explored together. This was not conversation you had ever navigated. It wasn’t even a conversation you ever thought you would have.

“They’re really something. They’re just this little world, all inside them, and you have to be so careful, because you’re helping them mold themselves.” He paused, a small smile growing on his lips. “They’re pretty adorable too. Sometimes it blows my mind to look out into the crowds and see little kids on their parent’s shoulders, you know. But sometimes too, it’s almost like this...reminder.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, listening to the way his voice dropped off.

“I’ve been doing this for so long, Y/N.” He admitted quietly after a moment. “The people who were our age that got into us in the beginning, they’ve gone and started their own families now. It’s more than one generation listening to us. And then Duff and Slash have kids too.” He seemed to be connecting all of it together, his eyes staring down at the rings on his finger and the one finger where one was missing. “Sometimes it just makes me wonder if…maybe I’m too late. I missed the train.”

“Too late? Axl, of course not.” You told him, scooting closer to him in the limo, waiting for him to look at you. It was as if he couldn’t.

“Duff and Slash’s kids are already older now.”

“And Mick Jagger is still having babies.” Axl snorted a little. “Axl...I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry, darling?” He asked, now turning his head to look at you with haste.

“Because I never even thought to ask if this was something you wanted. Because it was never a deal-breaker to me. I just, wrongly assumed it was something you didn’t want. And I didn’t want to make you feel like that was a bad thing.” He looked between your eyes for a long moment.

“I used to think about it more, when I was younger. Figured it would happen. When it didn’t...I let it go for a while. And then with you, sometimes the thought would come back. But I figured…” he trailed off with an almost bitter chuckle, his eyes flickering away from yours down to your hands resting in your lap. He grabbed your left hand and began idly rotating your wedding ring around your finger.

“You figured…?” You prompted gently.

“I just figured you thought I was too old to start a family. And sometimes, the thought would eat me up. Before we got married, it was like I was waiting for the day where you would come and tell me we needed to have that talk. That you wanted someone that could give you the one thing I can’t.”

“Ax, I want you, first and foremost. Always. And I was content with the fact that maybe you just didn’t want to start a family, which is exactly why I never even bothered to ask.”

“But do you?” Axl asked you, his hand now slipping in yours. His voice was grave, his eyes were boring into your soul, as if he were searching for the answer himself. He demanded your truth, expecting no less from you, always.

“I do.” You admitted in a whisper, the image of little strawberry blonde duplicate of Axl entering your head again. You had never wanted anything more. “I don’t think it’s too late, Ax. And for the record, I think you would make an amazing father.”

Axl’s eyes rounded, as though he hadn’t expected your compliment. Then, a ridiculously bright beam appeared on his face, like a rainbow peeking out of rain clouds. It illuminated the whole limo and you could feel yourself smiling back, smiling so big it hurt.

Axl wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him so that he could press a kiss to your temple. “What do you want, then? A boy, or a girl?”

“I don’t care. I just hope they look just like you.” You admitted. Axl chuckled a little.

“Do you have names that you like?” Before you could even answer, Axl continued. “I don’t want them to have some cookie-cutter name. They’re gonna be special. I want them to always know they have their own thoughts and beliefs and impact on this world. We can easily turn one of the spare bedrooms into a nursery, the one closest to ours. It gets a lot of sunlight too. We would have to put up safeguards around the house. I’ll get a college fund set up—”

“Ax, slow down.” You giggled, leaning into his shoulder. It was as if a floodgate had been opened and you were absolutely giddy. “First, we have to have the baby before we can send them to college.” He laughed a little too.

“You’re right. Well…I guess we better get started.” You laughed with him, nearly consumed by the emotions swirling in your heart; love, lust, joy, bliss. They were all fighting to reign supreme, but you let them coexist, as they always did with Axl.

“You’re gonna be the best father.” You repeated the loudest thought ringing in your head. Axl then rested his spare hand on your stomach lightly, as though he were already getting ahead of himself again.

“You’re already the greatest woman in my life. Our baby is gonna have one great woman to look up to.” This was a new side of Axl that you never could have imagined. Your entire future now looked different. And somehow, you were still finding avenues to fall even deeper in love with him. Together, you were going to discover parenthood together.

#axl rose #guns n roses #axl rose imagine #axl rose x reader #guns n roses imagine #gnr #gnr imagine

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madsdefencesquad · 3 years ago

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another kevison fanfic none of you asked for (also on ao3):

[Thread] Who's the nicest celeb you've met in real life?

Kevin Pearson. Was an extra for one of his movies and couldn’t be any nicer. Chatted with us even though technically you weren’t supposed to. He joked around a lot and showed us pics of his family. Real top bloke.

I met this guy once on vacation in Italy. We were at a table next to him and my newborn was screaming bloody murder, mom was in the bathroom. Couldn’t quite calm my son and I was getting real embarrassed with the loud noise. Some of the waiters came over to their table to ask if they wanted to move but Kevin shut them down immediately. Actually got a bit cross that they even suggested it. His wife suggested to rock my baby on the side to make him stop and he did! She knows a few tricks having twins and stuff. Also shared that joy/misery thing of being first time parents. Anyway, they left first (they got there earlier) and we learned after that they paid for our meals too. Couldn’t believe it.

replied: Wow. That’s the so fucking nice of them.

replied: Yeah made my wife cry haha

I’ve heard only good things about him too! My mom lives in Philly and his brother was running for city council a few years back and he was there and took photos with all the Korean mamas including my own and my grandma! apparently he smells really expensive :P

Didn’t know that I was fully chatting up his wife at Starbucks until I saw a pic of them at the premiere for one of his movies. I’d be embarrassed by my god she was fantastic! 10/10 would’ve gone for it if I wasnt such a potato

replied: And wasn’t married.

replied: That too

My daughter was an extra on one of his movies and says he’s the nicest guy and “such a dad” lol! And her dad’s a real “dad” dad so for her to say that about a famous actor is funny

I used to teach his kids in my kindergarten class. Daughter’s wicked smart. I can tell you all the mothers would have a fit every time he’d come by to pick them up and if it’s not his wife or them together, it’s him. Very hands on. I’d say that counts for nice.

Rocked out to a Lady Gaga show with him and his wife in Vegas. His wife and I are practically best friends now! We’re on first name basis ;)

replied: Sounds fun! What were they there for if you don’t mind me asking? Coz isn’t he like sober now?

replied to a reply: I think it was for a niece’s birthday or something? Couldn’t remember, was pretty wild night :P And I didn’t see any drinks.Even his wife wasn’t drinking I think? They were literally there to enjoy Gaga like the rest of us

I love hearing stories about him like this because it always looks like he’s such a pretentious pretty boy jerk especially back in the day

replied: Getting your life sorted can change a man

replied to a reply: Yeah he’s pretty mellowed out since getting sober. He’s had that DUI and rehab stint but now he’s a real family man and seems to love his wife very much. Good for him.

Doesn’t he remind you of George Clooney? Got married late and had boy girl twins and is loving life!

replied: True!!

Not sure if everybody knows but his wife Madison is pretty big in the interior design space especially coz she like pretty much runs their fam construction business. I follow her on Insta and I know everyone has a crush on Kevin but I’d pick her over him any day!

replied: OMG YES SAME! She puts together these amazing DIY palettes and I’m obsessed! I’d also pick her over him any day even just to pick her brain

replied to a reply: She also recommends the best books!!!

My mom’s in the planning side of construction and met his wife in West Chester. She did a presentation and afterwards her and my mom shared parenting tips like they’re in some mom club. Apparently she was the sweetest and her babies are adorable and also Kevin calls a lot lol

Met him at the airport, wife’s a huge fan of the manny so sucked my gut to ask for a pic. When he found out it’s for the missus, he recorded a special vid saying his iconic line. Missus was over the moon. Real good fella

replied: MANNY SAY WHAAATTTTT

replied: That’s so nice

replied: He did for my mom as well! All the moms love him!

Kevin Pearson helped re-build my grandparents’ burned down convenience store. Couldn’t thank him enough even if I tried

replied: Wow, that’s real generous. How are the grandparents?

replied to a reply: Thanks! They’re over the moon. They have a house near the area but gran said he’d come by with his kids from time to time. Even if gran didn’t want to, they always insisted to pay for whatever the kids wanted.

Delivered the cake for his uncle (grandpa’s?) wedding and he gave a seriously generous tip. Oh and his wife packed me pigs in the blanket.

replied: Pigs in the blanket?! What in the middle school

replied: Apparently it was the uncle/grandad’s favorite or something and they double ordered. But who cares free food!

replied to a reply: Did it come with ketchup?

replied to a reply: Hot, wrapped in foil and handful of ketchup packets. I felt like one of the kids

Not him but his brother who’s like a big shot in politics right now. Real top guy and had the best laugh

This doesn’t sound real but I’ve bumped into him literally five times over the past year he’ll probably think I’m some stalker. Rarely saw him without his family and once his kid threw a ball at me. He apologised but c’mon you either throw a ball or bounce it no big deal. Besides, that kid has David Beckham’s kids manners. Real like English folk polite it’s insane

replied: That’s always nice to hear that celebrity kids aren’t spoiled brats. We know a few good of them are

replied to a reply: Celebrity kids are different from kid celebrities though

replied to a reply: Didn’t say they were the same? Just saying that for a kid of someone so rich and famous you’d think they’d be a bit more spoiled but they weren’t at all and was beyond respectful and that’s a testament to the parents.

replied to a reply: Agree. I’ve met this particular celebrity’s kids and mind you they’re teens now but god they were just awful and pretentious. Even more than their famous parent which is saying something

Not him but I did meet that actress that was so embarrassingly flirty around him during the press conference of hat film he did a few years back. She’s a real bitch and so fake and I’m so glad she’s been dropped from the sequel

replied: Oh god yeah I remember her. She was so obnoxious laughing at everything he said like stfu it’s not that funny!!!! The secondhand embarrassment watching her and him being all polite about it *chills*

replied: She’s the worst. No talent

replied to a reply: I was an extra for some scenes in that movie and she was WAY worse and such a diva for someone unknown. Kevin’s a real nice guy though and just let her be. He talks about his wife and kids a lot but she would not take a hint!

replied to a reply: That is just embarrassing

Alright story time. Was working as a barista at a cafe and it was one of those really shitty days. He came in, ordered and waited and was all nice and took some pics with fans. Anyway, like I said shitty day so I mixed up his coffee order and got him two lattes instead of cappuccinos. Mind you, it was a busy asf day as well and I was the only one making coffees. He comes over and tells me and I apologise but by this time my manager’s already all up on my ass for serving Kevin Pearson incorrectly. He kept apologising to him and berating me till Kevin himself stepped in and told the manager off. But like calmly and stuff like it’s no big deal and people make mistakes whatever and I kid you fucking not he apologised to me too and said I was doing a good job. He probably won’t know how much that meant to me after an already shitty as day but it did. I made sure to make him the best fucking cappuccinos

replied: I’ve met him in irl too and he is this!

I saw him sitting at a cafe with his daughter. Super nice. Asked him if I could get an autograph for my mom who’s a huge fan. He asked me some questions about her and wrote a really nice autograph, for her. His daughter stuck one of her stickers on there too and my mom loved that even more. I told him where she works (at a grocers) and he went out of his way to shop there the next day and made a point to look for her and chat. Great, great dude

replied: That is so fucking cool man. And your mom must’ve been so happy!

replied to a reply: She was over the moon! She loves his wife too! Apparently she was even chattier than Kevin haha

Met him at the airport. I was an employee and he had some TSA questions. Genuinely nice and friendly, chatted for about 15min. After he was set, we shook hands, he had his kids say thank you individually with a high five. Adorable. His wife was super nice and friendly too. Very good social interaction, would participate again

#i got boooooooored again #so here's something none of you asked forrrrr #this was fun though haha #kevison #kevin and madison #kadison #kevison fanfics #kevison fanfic #tiu #Kevin's all the happily married celeb dads out there gushing about their wife and kids #and he's just so happy and content and full #like good for u gurl #this is probably not the last one lezbereal #I can already imagine them during award shows and what the people working have observed lol #anywhooo #for kevison nation #my fave nation #had to get this out there before I lose it!#I'll answer the asks after I promise illyyyy

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Hibiscus Kisses {2}

Chris Evans x OFC Ajali Rambaue AU {Ah-Jah-Lee, Ram-Bow}

Warning: Plot Heavy, Mild Cursing, Mild Slow Burn

Words: 4.9k

Summary: Ajali decides on a rash decision to go on a Disney cruise, not for her love of Disney, but because she needs time to figure things out after things get even more complicated in her complicated life. She only expected peace, quiet, tropical drinks, and an overabundance of Disney songs. What she got was more than she bargained for when the cruise of a lifetime on the brand new ship Enchantment turned into a nightmare. The only saving grace is that she’s not the only one living through the nightmare. Can Ajali survive the test of a lifetime and the dangers ahead of her, and better yet, will she finally be able to live a little?

Note: Hey, hey, hey, guys! So here we are trying something different/new. I hope you enjoy this. 🤞🏽 Please feel free to tell me what you think. I’m super excited to explore this one with you all. 🤗

As always, thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed this, please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG! ❤️❤️

I appreciate each and every one of your guys’ support and love!

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Anyone who got up and at em’ on the first day of vacation had something to prove, and you hated them. You had nothing to prove, so you kept your ass in your room and utilized the “to cabin” service. You don’t know if it was the sound of the waves from the balcony, the lull of the ship as it pushed through the water, you being physically exhausted, or if it was your emotional exhaustion that did you in. Whatever it was, you slept until it was damn near dinner time. Even then, leaving your room was not an option.

So you called for a meal to be brought to you, snuggled into the covers, and watched the available tv channels. Not wanting to watch any movies, you decided on a channel that seemed to be a mix of the animal planet, discovery channel, and a survivalist’s dream. The program that was on was something about figuring out the difference between good food and bad food. Things like this you found interesting and always watched. It wasn’t that you planned on ever needing the information but why the hell wouldn’t you be prepared for a never possibility.

When the food arrived, you were well into another program about common dangers on Caribbean islands that tourists would never know. Once you accepted the three reusable food bags, you buried yourself right back into the bed and surrounded yourself with everything you’d requested. You bet whoever prepared it thought it was for at least three people, but nope it was all yours. Vacation was about overindulging, right?

A few hours later, your phone rang. Knowing your sister’s ringtone, you answered without looking at the ID.

“You know better than not to send a message to mom before you disappear, Lulu.”

“Disappear? Lali, I am on a huge ass ship. Where am I disappearing to?”

“You know what I mean. You know if she hasn’t heard from you, then that’s just as good as disappearing,” Atali countered.

Sighing, you rubbed your forehead. Your mother was a bit much sometimes.

“I slept in.”

“All day?”

“All day,” you repeated.

“Alone?”

Kissing your teeth, you rolled your eyes and leaned back on the headboard.

“Lali, you do know it’s me you’re talking to, right?”

Atali giggled. “It is a vacation; excuse me for thinking you’d live a little.”

“There is living a little and living recklessly,” you dryly responded.

“Recklessly? Lulu, you’re the one who is sleeping with--.”

You loudly cleared your throat, interrupting what you knew she was going to say. Atali was always good for bringing up everything you wanted to forget.

“Jeez, Atali.”

“Sorry, sorry.”

You put another piece of cake into your mouth and moaned, savoring the strawberry and the smoothness of the cheesecake. You bit your bottom lip, and for some reason, your mind ran to the stranger you still had yet to get the name of.

“Met anyone on board?”

“Lali, I didn’t come here to meet anyone.”

“I know, but you still could have—in passing.”

You sighed and went over the details of his face. You really didn’t like men with that much facial hair, but it fit him well and easily made him look younger than he quite possibly was.

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t know his name, and he doesn’t matter. I did meet a woman.”

“Woman? You’ve been gone a day and already experimenting?”

You smiled and shook your head. “Shut up. Listen, she’s really cool. Her stories are classic, and she does her makeup like a goddess. You would like her, Lali.”

“She’s an older woman, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“You always attract these old-young souls.”

The two of you giggled together, but it went on for longer than just a few seconds. When you sighed out and leaned back against the headboard, you again thought of him.

“What’s your first port?”

“Dominican Republic, then Turks & Caicos, the British Virgin Islands after that then Aruba and Jamaica.”

“Jeez, you’re living life,” Atali commented.

“You have no idea. You should see this ship. They went all out times two with it. It’s just absolute luxury everywhere. I said pick me a ship. I didn’t say give me the Cleopatra treatment.”

“You knew what you were getting into when you asked me to do it,” Atali replied. “By the way, isn’t BVI and Turks and Caicos pretty close to Bermuda?”

Taking a moment to think about it, you responded, “Yeah. So?”

“So? Lulu, Bermuda,” Atali repeated.

When you didn’t speak immediately, she continued. “The Bermuda Triangle, dummy.”

Kissing your teeth, you rolled your eyes, “Oh god, you cannot be serious.”

“I am. Have you never heard that ships get lost and disappear in that area?”

“Lali, I’m sure there is a scientific explanation, and I am also sure that no one would charter a course near somewhere that they’d get lost, especially with hundreds of passengers,” you finished, confidant in your response.

The two of you talked for almost an hour before she was urging you to get out of your room and go to one of the clubs on the ship. You protested, but you knew she would not shut up about it, so you gave in though you had no interest in actually going. You spent the next hour going back and forth with your options. Most of you wanted to stay in bed or sit on the balcony and just get lost in the view, while the other knew that you’d only think of Javii if you did that.

Following a shower, you scanned your clothes. Once you found a cute dress, then applied a lite layer of makeup and did your hair, choosing to leave it down rather than putting it in a cute bun. Five or ten minutes later, you were standing in front of the entrance to one of the clubs—Jewel. The music from inside was lively, and you could imagine the number of young bodies pressing against each other, seeking a cheap thrill. Glancing from left to right, you decided to bite the bullet.

As soon as you stepped inside, you didn’t feel like you were on a ship in the middle of the ocean. It felt like it was a well established nightclub on solid ground. Whoever the DJ was, they were doing their thing, and it was evident from the bodies that littered the floor. It looked like this was where the parents came when their kids were tucked away in bed cuddling Tiana and Jasmine close. You walked through the crowds and saw plenty of couples making out and sharing drinks. Never again would you think to sleep on a Disney cruise. You thought it would be a chill time, but damn this was like parents gone wild.

After a few minutes of walking around and scoping things out, you found a place at one of the three bars.

“First Disney cruise?”

Snapping your head around, you looked at a smiling bartender with long hair that was piled on top of his head in a neat man bun.

“That obvious?”

“Let me guess, you expected tame, princess sing-a-longs, virgin pina coladas, and plenty of mickey mouse.”

The look on your face must have given you away because he was laughing a few seconds after he said it. You snorted and shook your head as you rearranged your dress and recrossed your legs.

“Fine, you got me.”

“It’s okay. I get how you’d think it was a tame little adventure. Why do you think we get so many reservations?”

“I thought it was for the kids,” you blurted out. It was his turn to laugh.

“Silly rabbit, while Disney is for kids, what happens after those kids lay their pretty little heads is a whole other story.”

Glancing around once more, you made a mental note never to make the mistake again. Disney cruises were probably as raunchy as Carnival or those geared toward singles. At that thought, you began to wonder how many swingers were on board, and if this was a swinger’s playground.

“What can I get you?”

“Something strong so my innocent mind can adjust.”

The bartender chuckled to himself as he walked around, preparing your drink. You bopped to the music and looked around again. Now it made sense to you when the mom of two who was preggo with her third said these cruises always gave her just what she needed. You bet they did—three fucking kids. Your mind was blown.

When the bartender slid your drink to you, he smiled and slipped away to serve the others. That was when you turned back around to people watch. There was no way you were going to dance with any of them. after a few sips of your drink, you saw him across the way. He was sitting at one of the other bars watching the dancefloor as you were. His hat was gone, and it showed you that his hair was long. The lights were too dim to make out much else, but what you couldn’t make out, you quickly filled in from your other encounter.

Before you realized your glass was empty, your eyes met and lingered on each other for several long moments. The only reason you looked away was because of the passing people who got in the way. When you looked back, his eyes weren’t on yours anymore, they were looking lower, but it was unclear if he was looking at you or someone on the dancefloor. Shaking it off, you spun around and requested another drink.

As you waited, you scrolled through your phone and did your best to fight the urge to check his social media. Javii wasn’t huge on social media. He preferred to have his team handle his brand's social side, but he did have a secret one that not many knew about. There he posted things that interested him, showed his lifestyle and his passions. It was also where he posted his “thirst traps.” You knew that if you went on, you’d find one or two, and you knew the caption was going to be code for you. You doubted you were mentally prepared enough for that psychological minefield.

“What can I get you, sir?”

“Another beer, please.”

The deep voice beside you had your finger pausing before you tapped the circle with Javii’s picture that indicated he’d made a new story. When you looked next to you there, he was again. The dim and colored lights in the room gave you a new appreciation of his eyes. It was at this moment you knew he got a lot of attention from women. With eyes like those, how could he not? He looked at you and smiled, and that sold it for you. His teeth were perfect, and though his smile made the wrinkles at the sides of his eyes more prominent, it also made his face light up. He looked like a kind man--a gentle one perhaps.

“Either you’re following me around, or we’d call this fate.”

You couldn’t help but smile. The cocky on him was so strong. It was a familiar cocky.

“Or you’re following me around. You’re the one who bumped into me twice,” you countered.

“Eh, I was the one doing the catching, so it’s more feasible that you’re following me.”

He wore a soft grin, one that you mirrored.

“Maybe if you weren’t like a brick wall, you wouldn’t have to catch me.”

“I’m not complaining,” he responded. You stared at him and quickly got his meaning. Again, you couldn’t help but smile. Not only was he cocky, but he was charming, you thought.

You finished your drink with one raise of your hand. When you lowered your glass, you watched as he raked his fingers through his hair, bringing it full out of his face. It was then you recognized him.

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Now I know where I’ve seen you from.”

He looked confused. “Now? You didn’t know this whole time?”

“No. You looked familiar, but I couldn’t place you.”

The look on his face was a lite one. He softly scoffed and raised his bottle to his head, and took a few gulps of his beer. When he lowered it, he spoke again.

“That’s refreshing. I’m not used to people not recognizing me.”

“That must suck. I couldn’t imagine living my life under suck a microscope,” you said without thinking. When you realized what you’d said, you glanced at him and tried to backtrack.

“Uh—what I mean is--.”

He smiled and shook his head. “It’s okay. I know what you mean. I’m Chris,” he replied, holding out his hand to you. When you touched his hand, you were surprised by how soft they were. He’d never used them for manual labor a day in his life, you thought.

“Ajali,” you responded.

“Aja—li, he slowly repeated, trying to mirror how you said it.

“Yes.”

“Wow, that’s a beautiful name, very unique,” Chris noted.

“Thank you.”

“What do your friends call you, Aja?”

You looked at him after raising your hand to the bartender, signaling you’d like another.

“Why? Are we friends?”

Chris smiled and dipped his head down, making his hair fall into his face. He looked good with long hair and this grizzly beard combo. Again, he raked his fingers through his hair before he looked at you.

“We can be. We can be good friends if you like.”

Searching his eyes, you tried to find evidence in there to match the flirtatious tone of his voice.

“What if my husband isn’t into that?”

Chris smiled and turned his body to you. “You don’t have a husband. From the first time we bumped into each other, I noticed you’re not wearing a wedding ring, nor do you have any tan lines to signify you’re hiding one.”

Raising your eyebrow, you allowed his words to sink in. “I could have--,” you began.

“—Kids? Nah, you were alone the first time outside and again on the deck when I passed you and the night in the dining room and even at the show.”

He’d been watching you.

“No, I’m not stalking you, I promise,” Chris quickly spoke up. “Plus, even if you had kids, it wouldn’t matter. I like kids—they like me.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. When you got your drink, you took a long sip.

“So you’re alone here on this family Disney cruise. That alone deserves a question,” Chris continued.

“It does. You’re also alone on this same family Disney cruise,” you countered. Chris nodded and took another sip of his beer before he leaned closer to you.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” he whispered.

There was no way you were going to divulge personal information to a stranger, no matter if he were Captain America. You spun to face him, then uncrossed your legs to recross them. His eyes dropped to your thighs, and that told you what you needed to know. He was on this cruise for hookups. Scoffing, you finished your drink.

“Your eyes just told me yours.” You slipped off the barstool and stood before him, leaning in just a little. “I hear Disney cruises are the place to be for after dark entanglements, and you’re in the right place. Have a good night.”

You walked away, not giving him a chance to respond. Instead of moving to another bar, you decided to leave. You’d heard plenty of rumors and stories of Chris Evans and his booty calls, and you were not impressed. He was clearly here for easy, strings free sex. You’d heard more than you needed to about how he met his hook up buddies and just not was textbook. You were not here to be another notch in his bedpost.

-The Next Day-

-The Dominican Republic, 11:10 am

As you walked through the ship, everyone was abuzz with excitement for the first port. You were also excited but not to disembark like everyone else. You’d been to the Dominican Republic plenty of times and had no intention of going out today. You had a plan, and it was to soak up the quiet and empty ship. You wanted to get a spa treatment, a massage, and soak in the hot tub or the steam room and allow the essential oils to work their magic on the tension coursing through your body.

“Attention passengers, we are officially docked. I’d like to be the first to welcome you to the beautiful Dominican Republic. As you disembark, a reminder that we will be leaving port promptly at ten o'clock. Please be on time, ladies and gentlemen, and enjoy your days.”

While everyone was walking in one direction, you were walking in the opposite. Everyone was decked out in their beachwear and sunscreen, and you could tell these kids planned on swimming every inch of that beach. The ride on the elevator was a quick one because you were going lower than everyone else. The spa was on the first level below water. The pamphlet advertised it as being one with the sea thanks to the unmatched view of the ocean and life under the sea. You were excited.

Once you got to the spa entrance, you smiled, seeing that it was completely empty.

“Welcome to Aqua Spa. My name is Vikki.”

“Hi. Am I the only one?”

“You are the first here. Between you and me, I don’t expect many guests being the first port and all,” the blond wearing a sea blue uniform said.

“Excellent.”

“Have you reserved?”

“Yes, Ajali Rambaue.”

You watched her scan the computer screen before her. It didn’t take her long to smile again.

“Ms. Rambaue, welcome. I see you’ve booked the clearing treatment, a gold facial followed by the milk and rose oil bath,” Nikki listed.

Just her listing off your treats had you even more excited. Nodding, you confirmed. She returned your smile and ushered you through the spa. You could already see the blue hue from the portholes, and it bathed the entire spa in the same blue. It felt as if you were gliding underwater, completely immersed with the other creatures.

“Right this way.” You followed her into the room and gasped. The entire room was completely blue, and the sight before you through the clear window was breathtaking.

“Incredible, isn’t it? I guess you can see why they named her Enchantment.”

Maybe Lali’s splurge wasn’t so bad, you thought.

“So, the clearing treatment is an intricate one. You can change behind this screen as I prepare the room for you and your therapist,” Nikki explained.

You stepped behind the glass screen that immediately frosted once you were behind it, then began undressing and listened to her explain the treatment.

“Not only is it an incredible treatment, but it stretches to about three hours from start to finish. World-renowned masseuses and acupuncturist Jadenna Sole designed it. He aimed for it to restore the body’s balance. It does this through a mixture of Eastern and European techniques.”

When you stepped out, you were wrapped in the towel and sighed, seeing the newly lit candles that warmed the room. If you were doing a couple’s massage, this would have been the perfect atmosphere.

“It begins with a full-body exfoliation with sea salt and Indian Kama oil. After your therapist will perform a lymph system massage, and that will prep the body for your Swedish massage. After that, then your body will be wrapped in neem black clay, and you’ll sit and allow it to seep into your pores. Then you’ll rinse and sit in your milk and rose oil bath to then rinse again, and the finishing touch would be an intricate blend of oils and herbs rubbed into your skin that will help your chakras realign,” Nikki finished.

You were impressed as hell. You’d never expect a treatment like this on a cruise. It was more something for Manhattan among the rich. As you got comfortable on the table, you could hardly contain your excitement. When your massage therapist arrived and introduced herself as Marta, you prepared yourself to be shot into space. Massages were your thing. Lali joked that massages were your love language.

When Marta began the exfoliation process, it was relaxing enough for you to nearly fall asleep. You hadn’t realized how tense you were these last few days. You blamed Javii. It was all his fault. After twenty or so minutes, Marta rinsed you then really got started with the massage, all the while putting her back into it. She was a lot stronger than she looked. The pressure was perfect, and the scents from the oils were sublime. In no time, you were drifting from the ground into the sky.

After an hour, your mind was completely blank, and the knot between your shoulder blades was nearly gone. Marta made a few comments on how tense your muscles were and gave pointers on how to prevent locked muscles. You listened as she spoke and tried to retain the information, but you were too distracted with how relaxed you felt. By the time two hours had passed, your muscles were putty, and Marta was now on your gold facial.

This wasn’t the first time you’d gotten one. You and Lali often got them together as part of your sisters day. They were good for your complexion and elasticity. Your mother often stressed that collagen loved you when you were young but liked to play hide and seek the older you got and that you should cherish it and do all you could to maintain your healthy skin. You and Lali listened. After Marta finished applying the mask, you laid back and listened to the sounds of the classical music playing and drifted off to sleep.

When you awoke, it was time to wipe the concoction off and dip into your milk and rose oil bath. The warmth of the mixture had you moaning. There was something so luxurious about lounging in milk like you were an Egyptian queen that had you feeling like a boss. The mask that was applied to your hair was slowly hardening, so you fought the urge to dip your head back. Instead, you leaned back onto the cushions and sighed again.

The silence in the room was just what you needed. Any stress you’d been feeling was a distant memory now. This was just what you needed, you thought.

“Who knew milk and rose oil could be so relaxing.”

Your eyes snapped open as you looked from side to side, trying to see if someone was beside you. The tub pods were empty, and from what you could see, you were alone.

“I’m glad I took Nikki’s recommendation for this over the peppermint soak,” the voice spoke again. You recognized it. Spinning around, you saw a bare back behind yours. He was close enough to touch.

Chris turned around to face you. His face was painted with a mask, only keeping his eyes and lips visible. You quickly forgot your state of undress, but you somehow knew of his. Your eyes dipped down to his bare shoulders and the hair that laid across his chest. You saw a peek of two and a possible third tattoo, and your curiosity piqued.

“Fancy seeing you here, Ajali,” Chris said as his eyes dropped lower. You looked lower on yourself to see your breasts almost out of the milk enough for him to see some nipple. Quickly you sunk down and turned back around, facing your back to him.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Same as you.” You sighed and hugged your legs to your body.

“Shouldn’t they have men in a separate room or something?”

“I’ve seen a naked woman before,” Chris informed with a scoff. You turned around from the tone of his voice.

“I bet you have. You’ve seen plenty naked women.”

Chris turned to face you with his brows knitted together as if he fully got your meaning.

“Just what are you insinuating?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does. Are you suggesting that I came on this cruise to sleep with unassuming women?”

You shrugged and turned back around, keeping your back straight.

“Wow, that’s insulting. Where do you get off?”

You remained quiet. He must have taken your silence as more judgment because he spoke again.

“I didn’t come on this cruise to snake myself into someone’s bed. I came because I needed a change of pace, some breathing room. Hollywood gets confining, and the more confining it gets, the more I feel like I’m—suffocating.”

Slowly you turned to look at him. His back was turned so you trailed your eyes over the exposed skin of his back and saw peeks of more tattoos. The man was getting sexier with each passing minute. His shoulders were broad and looked incredibly strong. The low light in the room didn’t help you see anything else, but you could more than imagine everything else.

“So, the confines of a ship wouldn’t feel suffocating?”

Chris turned to look at you.

“There is Hollywood confinement and this. This is not confinement. I have freedom here; I’m not watched like a hawk. Yeah, someone will recognize me here or there, but they are so respectful. For the most part, it is always quick. Plus, I don’t mind talking to the kids.”

This was the second time he brought up kids, you thought.

“Plus, now I’ve met someone who seems to have no problem telling me I’m a whore.”

Immediately you snorted loudly then laughed. “I never called you that.”

“Hinted at it is just the same as saying the words,” Chris accused.

You smiled and sighed, and your eyes lingered on his.

“It’s refreshing again. A lot of women will say what they think I want to hear or be how they think I want them to be.

“Not me.”

“Not you.”

It was said in unison. Once both of you realized what you’d said, you laughed together.

“It must be something having women fawn all over you.”

Chris shrugged, and again your eyes fell to his shoulders, and that is where they remained.

“Something is the word. It gets old, though—real quick.”

When your eyes met again, he held your gaze. “I’m sure men fawn all over you too.”

You took a deep breath and sighed out. “I’m sure they don’t.”

Chris snorted and gave you a “yeah right” look.

“I’m sure you’re full of shit. You’re a beautiful woman.” His eyes dropped below your face again, but they quickly came back up.

You turned your back to him again and stared into the milk and oil concoction. He wasn’t wrong, though he wasn’t right either. Men didn’t fawn over you. Yeah, you got attention from men a lot but to go as far as saying they fawned over you was a stretch. You didn’t notice any man besides Javii for the last three years.

“This is supposed to be a relaxing spa day for me. Maybe we should cut the talking out and just enjoy the rest of it,” you suggested, a little salty he’d reminded you of what you’d come to forget.

“Sure thing,” Chris softly answered.

The two of you remained in your separate bath pods without speaking one more word. However, you were aware of his body and every move he made. His body gave off this energy that felt like your body reached out for. So instead of fully relaxing, you’d spent the time fighting the sway of your body or the urge to slink closer.

An hour later, you were in your clothes again and feeling ten times better than when you’d walked in. You thanked the staff and gave a generous tip, then left. When you got into the elevator, you leaned on the wall and sighed. As the doors closed, a hand stretched out, preventing it from closing. Chris then stepped onto the elevator with that stupid grin.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he joked as he pressed the six that was already lit up.

“Is six your floor too?”

“Maybe.” He nodded and leaned on the wall beside you.

The two of you rode the elevator and looked outside the glass enclosure to the ship and even the ocean outside.

“They did a fantastic job with the ship. Even though you’re not on an island right now, you feel like it’s still a tropical vacation.”

You nodded, agreeing with him.

“Do you come on Disney cruises often?”

You shook your head. “No. This is a first.”

Chris lit up and smiled widely. “Wow. It’s been a while since I’ve met a first-timer.”

“I take it you’re not.”

“Nope, veteran. I come on a cruise at least once a year and go to Disneyworld and land twice a year,” Chris excitedly bragged.

“Oh, a little boy trapped in a grown man’s body,” you teased.

Chris chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Eh, nothing wrong with being a little boy.”

“Only if you aren’t that way because you refuse to grow up,” you responded. Chris looked at you and kept his eyes there. The ding of the elevator brought your attention back to the dial.

“Six.”

You walked out the door, then turned left and proceeded to your room, wondering the whole way if that was a bitch thing to say. You had to learn to censor, you thought as you scanned your wrist and stepped into your room. Peeping back, you saw Chris still walking to his room with his head dipped low as if he’d lost his best friend.

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Destiny Intervenes

Chapter 1

"Kim Mira.. Yah... you are scaring me with that vacant look on your face!! Snap out of it already!!!" Your best friend, Yoona screeched at you just as she sent a magazine hurling in your direction.

That's when the idea struck you. Literally, struck you.

The magazine landed sprawled across your lap, a familiar face staring back at you from it.

Jeon Jungkook... from BTS.. and another name caught your attention.

Your family hotel name, The Phoenix group of hotels.

Apparently the world s biggest kpop band was staying at your family s hotel franchise during their short stay in your country, a few weeks later.

Curious to see what finally snapped you back to reality, your friend snatched back the magazine from your hands and huffed as she saw who you were staring at.

"Don't tell me you are a fan too.." she rolled her eyes at you.

You weren't listening to her. A stray thought gave way to a plan that as much as it seemed impossible, also felt plausible.

"Yoona.. I got it!!! Oh my god!!! I know what I should do!!!!" You whispered.

"Pack your bag and disappear? Yes! That's what I have been saying for the past two hours!! Its not too late even now."

"Shup and listen, Yoona. You know, I can't get far without my father knowing about it. With the number of paparazzi following me everyday, it's near impossible. But what if I used it to my advantage? " Your excitement showed in your face and voice.

The enthusiasm in your voice must have caught Yoona s attention.

She looked at you curiously and wondered aloud, "And how would you do that?"

Your plan was simple, really. It was your father s hotel so surely it won't be difficult for you to enter the hotel inspite of the heavy security the place will gave during the band s visit.

And once inside, all you had to do was make sure that the fans or paparazzi which are always badgering the members take some pictures of you with any particular member of the group and maybe start a gossip about an alleged relationship with the said member...

It can't be too hard. Once they eagle-eyed gossip forums get a picture of you and a member, it won't be long before they dig up more pictures of you attending their concerts the couple of times you went with your friends from social media.

It's not like these forums like to check the authenticity of the news right?

And its not like its going to hurt the group. They must be used to such fake news by now.

This should give you the perfect opportunity to escape from the marriage proposal your father has been arranging for you.

Because in your part of Asia, the groom can sow as many wild oats as he could, but the bride had to be squeaky clean!

"Buf why them, though?" Yoona asked doubtfully, staring at the pages of the magazine.

"Because they are the biggest boy band in the world and this will hurt my reputation bad enough for atleast the next few years!" You replied with conviction.

"You do realise that their agency and the member himself will vehemently refuse any and all rumors," Yoona, the more logical one of you both, started tearing apart your half baled plan.

"Let them. As long as I am able to create an ounce of doubt in the Lee s family, I am sure this proposal won't go through."

The Lee s were one of the most politically people and they wouldn't dare look towards you after even a small scandal.

You would finally be able to save the millions of dollars you inherited from your mother from their greedy hands.

You had better plans for the money and you wouldn't dishonor your mother s memories by handing over your inheritance to them.

You just needed Yoona to agree to this and help you to plan.

You parked your Lexus at the entrance of the hotel and the valet recognised your car and hurried towards you. You threw your car keys at him and tried your best not to turn around and see the dozen paps settled across the street with high end cameras focused towards the hotel.

Your friend, Yoona had somehow managed to get an insider to take insinuating pictures of you with a member.

For the first time in your life, you hoped one of them would capture in you in a compromised position.

The commissioniare at the entrance of the hotel opened the majestic glass door with with small bow.

Today was the band s last night at the city, having finished their final concert last night. You had already enquired and learnt that the band was staying the extra day to interact with local artists and producers for potential collaborations.

You smoothed your knee length dress and looked around. You should be feeling at home at such occasions, having born and bred in high society. But the tight knot in your stomach said otherwise.

It was easy for you to mingle around. People always recognised you. You walked around the room and picked up a flute of champagne and scanned the place.

You were gradually introduced to the members and they were nothing but polite and chivalrous towards you.

As you walked around and was being hit on by everyone but the members, you couldn't help but notice how down to earth the boys were.

You were hoping to catch the boys alone or maybe get an opportunity to visit one of the rooms of the boys and be caught with the boys privately.

But it was easier said than done. The managers were always hovering over the members making it impossible for you to near them.

Almost on the verge of giving up, you walked dejectedly towards the luxurious indoor pool.

There was noone at the pool and the solitude gave way to memories of happy times spent in this very pool on your last birthday.

Your mother had been alive and happy. Nobody would have predicted the sudden decline in her health and eventual death then.

As tears welled up in your eyes, a new born determination also appeared within you.

You got up and adjusted your dress and started walking back towards the party outside when a loud crash startled you.

You watched in horror as the phone in your hand felll from your hands and bounced a couple of times on the floor as it made its way to the edge of the pool.

You tried your best to stop the fall but there was only so much you can do on stilettos and before you knew it, you were following your phone into the water.

The cool water muddled your senses for a few seconds. You tight dress didn't help you any ad you found your movement restricted.

Panic and fear rose within you as your thrashed around.

Suddenly a pair of strong hands grabbed your around your waist and moved towards the surface of the water.

As you broke through through surface, you grabbed the shoulders of the person holding you to steady yourself and sputtered and coughed.

When you finally managed to move your hair out of your face and open your eyes, the face that greeted you was the very same one in the magazine all those weeks ago.

Except this one spoke to you.

"Are you OK?" Jungkook asked hesitantly.

You bobbed your head, the sudden turn of events throwing you off guard.

Keeping his hands on your body, he slowly swam towards thw stairs at the edge of the pool. You felt ashamed of the way you were clinging to him and let go off him as soon as your legs could feel the floor below you but with high heels it proved impossible to walk underwater.

Once outside the water, you stumbled back to the lounge chair. Jungkook quickly grabbed a towel and offered it to you.

Thanking it, you draped it over your shoulders and removed your stupid shoes.

Any thought of the plan forgotten, you walked wordlessly out of the pool.

Thankfully for you, a female hotel staff saw you exiting the pool drenched from head to toe and rushed towards you offering to help.

In a daze, you took up her offer and reached home an hour later , sans your phone and any hope of a scandal with the boys.

Next morning, you woke up to the continuous ringing of your penthouse doorbell.

You found your brother standing on the threshold, his face red with anger. He pushed past you into the living room and sat down on your plush velvet sofa, crossing his hands across his chest.

"Still tired from your rendezvous last night, is it?"

"You have be clearer than that, Mi Sun," you replied, as you walked towards your fridge to grab a watter bottle.

"Oh, I can do that. In fact I can show explain to you what I mean in details along with pictures..pictures that the whole world is seeing as we speak," he said as he pulled out his phone and started scrolling through it.

You had drunk yourself to sleep last night and your head was pounding and you definitely were not in any mood for his childish banters.

Suddenly a phone was shoved into your face and you snatched it from his hands and frowned.

It took you a minute to reciginize yourself in the picture.

It was you and Jungkook in the pool. The picture was taken from such a view point that it looked as if you both were having an intimate moment in the pool.

It didn't help that because of your off shoulder dress, the part of your body visible above the surface of the pool was naked.

For anyone seeing the phone, it would look like the both of you were naked inside a pool at night!!!

You suddenly realised that what you had accomplished what you had meant to do after all..

But the photos are supposed to insinuate a romantic relationship between you and any member not make it look like you guys were going at it in a public indoor pool!!!!

Below the photo were the words

A month before the most anticipated wedding of the century, the bride, the daughter of The Phoenix Group of Hotels, seen naked in the pool with the golden maknae of kpop band BTS...

Shit..

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