#there was one in to my star but couldn't say their faces

[bonbonly]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: put me in a movie, come on! you know you like good little girls - all you wanted to do was be the biggest star to ever shine, but your wishes come with a hefty price. 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: oral (m receiving/f receiving), slapping, p in v, choking, fingering - much tamer than my other fics LMFAO 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.4k 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: there might've been more porn than plot on this one hehehe

producer!carlos sainz had stood outside the production company with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he oversaw the installment of the new sign hung just above the entrance of the building. his jaw shifted to one side as he observed the workers tinkering away, often cursing at each other if one made a mistake too costly. his father had gifted him the building just a few months ago, entrusting him to carry on with the powerful legacy the family held in hollywood and being the loyal son that he was, he gladly accepted it. acting wasn't his cup of tea, it seemed too demanding. directing seemed like a bore, his patience would run out quickly if an actor couldn't get their lines right by the 5th take. producing was a different level of power; the power to oversee the making of any film, knowing that the actors, actresses, directors and every other prominent person involving in filmmaking would be at his doorstep, begging at his feet. countless film stars threw themselves at him, hoping to get on his good side. it rarely worked because he was so engrossed in his own financial matters. a small fuck wasn't enough, not unless you signed your soul away for the company. it was for the company, sainz would grin at his latest victim as he slipped the paper towards them, always for the company and to make them a star. and the poor little lambs would grab the pen and sign away, not knowing that from then on, their life was in his hands.

"mama, i'll be home late tonight," he sighed into his telephone, toying with the cord as he propped his feet up onto his desk. one of his assistants came in to deliver his cup of coffee, and he motioned her over with two fingers, ignoring the way she seemed to stiffen at his request. "just a bit busy with the sign, tell papa i have it covered..." he glanced up at the woman besides him, snapping his fingers and pointing to his crotch. she rolled her eyes, though he could see a small smirk on her lips. she'd done this before a thousand times, and he knew she'd do it a thousand more. it was almost too easy for him. she unbuckled his belt, shifting through his pants after unzipping them and pulled out his cock, giving it a couple pumps before letting her mouth swallow his tip. leaning back into his chair, he brought the telephone cord around the woman's neck, tightening it just a bit as she continued to lick long stripes against his shaft, her tongue swirling around his red tip, swollen and angry. he nestled the phone into his neck, nodding along with whatever his dear mama was saying and brought the woman's head further down his cock, snapping the cord around her neck to watch her whimper slightly, her gags being silenced by her desperation to breathe. he thrusted his hips into the air a couple times, feeling her tight throat constrict around his bullying member. he laughed at the sight, telling his mama that some assistant just said the funniest thing to him in his office and he bid goodbye to his mother, before grabbing the back of his assistant's head and shoving it even further down his cock.

she left his office with her face painted in his cum. a very distinct order for her to not wipe it off, nor should she cover the hickeys around her throat - which clearly was his way of apologizing for having the cord around her throat. he grabbed his cup of coffee, taking a few more sips when one of his close associates - Gigi - came in with a newspaper in his hand. he tossed the paper to carlos, a look of concern on his face,

"you should give it a read, non è molto buono," he grumbled, crossing his arms. carlos frowned, glancing at the front page. in very bold words, the words "end of hollywood" was written in bold letters. his eyes skimmed through the article, pinpointing certain words about how corrupt the land of movies was, how the blandest woman could be a star if she sucked a couple cocks and most importantly: how absolutely devoid of talent sainz's production house consisted of.

"quien escribio esto?" carlos scoffed, tossing the paper back to gigi, "whoever it is find him and bring him to my-" his words were interrupted immediately when he heard some desperate cries outside his office. carlos narrowed his eyes at gigi who merely shrugged in response. the two of them remained silent, their ears tuned into frantic pleas of "mr. sainz! mr. sainz! please, mr. sainz! i just need to talk to you for a few minutes!"

carlos was already on edge by the fact that some fuck ass reporter was playing with fire, and now some woman was outside his office piercing through the comforting silence he liked to stock up on when upset. he jerked his head to the side, signaling gigi to deal with it before he lost his patience and the latter nodded his head, exiting the room only to find you stumbling backwards after eavesdropping into their conversation from earlier. you caught hold of yourself, a sheepish smile on your lips as you extended your hand out for the man to shake,

"i'm (y/n) (l/n), i was wondering if i could have a word with mr. sainz. it's incredibly important you see i-"

"mr. sainz is busy right now. i suggest you come back tomorrow," gigi snapped, glaring at you. your shoulders sagged, a bit annoyed that he was dismissing you so quickly without even listening to your argument.

"b-but it's incredibly important!" you reiterated, "i need to speak with him! please i just need one-" your words are cut off by the harsh sound of the door slamming in your face. you huffed out loud in anger, kicking the door with your heel and stomped off. the absolute audacity to reject you like that! you walked out of the production company, sulking with each step before stopping in front of a grand poster of an actress posing in front of her new movie, surrounded by men asking for her autograph. you inhaled, sharply, closing your eyes and imagining yourself to be her. to be a film star, you're biggest dream ever. to step out of a limousine, cameras all around you with the photographers flashing their lights, and you're there dazzling in the spotlight, drowning yourself in the loads of cash you'd make from each film.

"no loitering," a gruff voice said behind you. you turned to find a janitor sweeping the side of the road, his broom brushing at your feet and you jumped, scurrying off to the sidewalk to head back home. this was your life long dream, and you weren't going to give up that easily. you knew that if mr. sainz just met with you at least once that he'd give you a role.

it was late at night, the rain pouring heavily outside. carlos had been working overtime, hands grabbing at his hair strands at the deal director vettel dropped off two weeks ago. the man insisted on having a fresh new face, someone that he could work with for a long line of films but it was becoming harder to contract an actress these days; these whores just wouldn't settle down, always wanting something new, someone to have their cunt filled up with money flowing down their body. two weeks since the proposal for the new film came out, and carlos still couldn't find the perfect actress to carry on with the film. it wasn't really his job to do so anyway, the casting director was on vacation though and carlos promised to take up that job just so that vettel would stick with his production house. and on top of his dilemma, some random ass woman just kept insisting to have a word with him. he never bothered to see what she looked like her or who she even was, already tired from the work that he had to do. he was just about ready to grab his coat and leave when he heard firm knocks outside his window.

"quién es en esta hora abandonada por dios?" he mumbled, opening the blinds only to find you standing out there drenched in the rain with a pitiful expression on your face. despite it being muffled, he could still clearly hear your voice.

"mr. sainz! please! please, please, please! just listen to me for one second, please!" you had your hands clasped together, body pressed up against the glass window. he scoffed out loud, ready to break through this window when his eyes landed on your wet fur coat, and a very thin nightgown underneath. desperate would be an understatement. he clenched his jaw, thinking things over before jerking his head to the side. that was all that you needed to start grinning and you ran to scramble to his office.

"mr. sainz, oh you won't regret this i know you won't!" you squealed. his eyes traveled down to the wet stains on his carpet. you were shivering from the cold but you paid no mind, too eager to have a chat with him.

"well, hermosa, you better make this worthwhile because i-"

"i know how busy you are, mr. sainz. trust me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand in the air, "i know... but, i'm placing my entire future in your hands. i-i-i've been waiting outside for 2 whole weeks hoping you'd let me in. gosh, oh my... i never thought this day would come!" you took of your sopping wet fur coat, placing it on a chair to dry as you brought your hands over your arms to warm yourself up. he groaned at the sight of you in that nightgown, eyes raking over every inch of you. your life in his hands? he was starting to follow along with what you were getting at, and it only made him hungrier. he shifted in his spot, leaning against his desk as he gestured for you to proceed. your excitement was adorable, so cute and sweet. you'd be such a good girl for him.

"i was hoping you could give me a chance to star in one of your movies, mr. sainz. i know that's a lot to demand, but just one role. even as someone standing off to the side! anything, i'll do anything to be in front of the camera!" you pleaded, nodding your head with a smile when you saw him think over your words. anything. the sweetest word in his ears, a word that he always loved to hear. it had been a while since an actress came running at his feet. all of them were too busy making demands from producer!lewis, his direct rival, but you? you had shown your loyalty, this was more than enough for him. he thought over vettel's contract, how the director wanted a fresh new face for the camera, especially for his film: good little girls. It was meant to be a comedy about a group of friends that got together for vacation, posing as well-mannered women only to wreak havoc in search for a man. a classic plot that the audience would eat up every time because who didn't love a woman bitching around with her friends over a man? he narrowed his eyes at you, imagining your success as an actress, surrounded by men wanting your autographs, the photographers hoping to catch a glimpse of you for their front pages... and you would come home to him every night, obediently on your knees, never leaving him for producer!lewis. he smirked, beckoning you over with two fingers.

"anything, amor?" he asked, tilting his head. he watched you nod your head eagerly once more, a dark chuckle rumbling through his chest, "well... i do have this one script where a pretty new face is required. it's called good little girls."

"oh, please, mr. sainz! please, give me the role. please, you won't regret it!" you begged, moving to stand right in front of him.

"then prove it to me," he smiled. you furrowed your brows, not really following along. his hands came to squeeze at your clothed tits, his thumbs running along your hardening nipples. he craved to hear more from you after he picked up the soft gasps that escaped your lips. "come on, mi vida, don't tell me you haven't heard of method acting before?"

"m-method acting? yeah i know of it," you whispered, watching him push himself off the desk to tower over you.

"then come on, prove to me. prove to me how much a good little girl you can be." he pushed you onto your knees, his crotch inches from your face. you gulped, piecing the puzzle in your brain and you glanced up at him, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. you took in a deep breath, realizing that if you really wanted your dream to come true, you had to take the chance. you weren't opposed to giving him a blow job, as long as he gave you the role... you did say you'd do anything.

your fingers danced around the loops of his belt, unbuckling and pulling them out. he grabbed hold of them, folding them and running the leather under your chin, "eyes on me while you do take my cock, mi niña buena". you nodded your head, pulling his trousers down and watching his leaking cock slap against his stomach, calling to your mouth like a siren. you let your tongue splay against the underside of his shaft, letting his cock glide into your mouth with ease. your lips wrapped around his tip, your cheeks hollowing out as you took him deeper down your throat. he threw his head back when you began to bob your head, and he grabbed your hair in a make-shift ponytail to further his cock down your throat, leaving you no room to breathe. his harsh thrusts silenced your gagged whimpers, your tears only spurring him on to go faster. he grabbed each side of your head, his thrusts becoming erratic before coating your mouth with his cum, laughing out loud at the way your mouth dripped down a mixture of his cum and your drool. he pulled away to take note of your swollen lips. before you could gasp for air, he already had his hands around your throat, pushing you onto his desk.

"you must've wanted this since day one, no? coming into my office when no one's around in this cheap nightgown."

"i just need to talk to you," you whimpered, "i didn't have time to change out-"

your words were cut off with a harsh slap across your face, "don't lie to me, zorra. i've seen a dozen girls like you, you're no different. not yet at least." carlos leant over to grab the phone, "director vettel might want to know the new face of his film, no? you should introduce yourself, hermosa."

the operator on the other side connected the line to director vettel, and no sooner did the german said hello, carlos thrusted the phone to you and you whimpered when carlos spread your legs on his desk. he bunched up your nightgown, kissing your stomach and trailing his lips down to the hem of your panties. he took the fabric in his teeth, pulling them down your legs, his eyes fixed on you. you gulped, craning your head to the side to avoid his intense gaze as you whispered a small hello to director vettel.

"m-mr. vettel, my name is (y/n) (l/n). producer sainz told me to talk to you because he believes i-i... oh..." you whimpered, feeling carlos blow onto your cunt, praises falling from his lips as he took sight of your glistening folds, "he believes i'll be a good lead actress for your film... good little girls."

as soon as you said the title for the film, carlos wrapped his lips around your cunt, and you bit your lip, arching your back as director vettel exclaimed on the other end of the phone with much happiness.

"i knew he could do it! i always trusted him! how good are your acting skills? have you acted before this?" he asked, and your hand came flying to your mouth to silence your moans as his tongue flicked over your clit. when you went silent for more than a couple seconds, he slapped your cunt and pulled his mouth away from where you needed him the most, a deadly glare in his eyes.

"speak." he mouthed, and you nodded your head, turning your attention back to director vettel.

"o-only in small commercials," you hissed when carlos sank his two fingers into your cunt, deep enough for his knuckles to kiss your folds, his metal rings a cold comparison to the warmth his digits provided as he twisted and prodded inside your gummy walls. his scissoring fingers only picked up its pace, eager to make you cum right as you were talking to vettel.

"that's good enough, i'm sure you'll do very good in the film," the german man responded, and you could hear the smile in his voice. almost as if he knew what was happening in sainz's office.

carlos added a third finger, his lips sucking on your sensitive pearl as he built you up to your first orgasm. you silently screamed as you cummed around his fingers, breathing heavily as you told director vettel on the line how happy you were to be acting, that this was your dream. he didn't miss your small whimper when carlos let his cock slide onto your folds, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he thrusted into you in one-go. that was the first moan vettel heard and he let out a low chuckle in response.

"you're being such a good girl for him aren't you?" he cooed into the phone, and your body felt like it was on fire. carlos' thrusts were anything but gentle. it felt as if he was scared he'd lose you, scared you wouldn't sign for the film. vettel's words made your brain dizzy, and carlos' cock made your so dumb that all you could do was babble at how good you feel. carlos could see it in your eyes, you were glazed over, your mind completely gone and he took pride in himself for it. he began to rub the rough, textured surface of the phone cable against your aching clit as his cock buried deeper into you with each snap of his hips. you were mewling, screaming and crying at how full you felt. vettel had gone quiet on the other end, probably just to listen to your moans as he pumped his fisted his cock in his hands. your orgasm ripped through you as you arched your back, squirting all over carlos' cock as he kept thrusting into you, determined to have his release inside you as well, a reminder of your newfound position in his production company. you felt the twitching of his cock before he emptied himself inside you, grunting out loud at how tight your cunt was, how you were such a good little slut for him more than a girl. he pulled out, slapping your abused cunt with his cock and laughed as he watched you whimper and writhe around on his desk, feeling overstimulated.

"so, mi niña buena, you want to be a movie star?" he asked, hoisting you off his desk before hanging up the telephone. you nodded your head, feeling extremely weak. your head was spinning and you could barely find your own footing. he shoved you onto the chair before his desk, uncapping a pen with his mouth before handing it to you, "all you have to do is sign here."

the piece of paper he slammed onto the desk should've been a clear warning that you were practically signing your life away for him. my future is in your hands, you remembered what you said when you first set foot into his office. your career, your preferences, everything was now under his care. nothing could separate you from him unless you did something drastic, but you wouldn't. not when you were such a good little girl.

you always wanted to be a star and you were always willing to do anything to get on the big screen. without much of a second thought, you grabbed the pen and signed your very soul to him.

[alwaysobsessed777]

PANCAKES FOR DINNER - N.M.

So I'm not sure how many words are in this....but there's not warnings, this is just kinda cute???Anyways....enjoyyyyyy

The car ride was tense. I hadn't planned on leaving so soon but work changed what it had wanted me to do. Nika's grip on the steering wheel bleached her knuckles, her jaw stayed tense. I couldn't help but feel guilty, I randomly sprang this info on her the last second. Our summer plans before she went back to UConn for summer training and I went back to working out my musical career were ruined.

"I'm really sorry about this...Nika, I'll make it up to you," her jaw seemed to relax, her hands loosened it's grip.

"No need to apologize, I'm just....I just wanted to spend this next month with you," I almost wanted to spill every feeling, every thought I had about this woman right now after hearing those words. But we were just friends, nothing more.

"sometimes I wish I had a normal dream, like, being a doctor or...or whatever other people want their jobs to be."

A smile spread across the girl's face, a silent celebration went off in my head. "Being the next big pop star is no easy thing. You're dreams were just stronger than others, that's why you're making it a reality."

"Becoming a professional basketball player isn't that easy either."

She snickered. "I'm far from professional, but I'll take it."

"College.... professional....same thing," I paused, "you'll definitely go pro though. You're literally amazing at what you do."

A silence stretched between us, a quiet awkwardness. "I don't know if I will."

"Nika, please, if they don't have you going to like the Aces or the Storm.... they've lost one of the best players to ever walk this Earth."

As heat rose to her cheeks, a small smirk formed on my lips, "Stop, that's the biggest lie you've ever told....and you've told a lot."

"I never lie," that was lie in itself. It's not like I've been lying to her for three years now on how I only wanna be friends.

"Puh-leahs, all you do is lie. Like, when I first met you, you thought you could fool me by saying your straight...did you think I was that stupid," I rolled my eyes, "but it is very kind of you to speak so highly of me." Her dramatic hand-to-the-heart, the batting of her eyelashes, I couldn't help but laugh a little.

The light banter almost making me forget the fact I was getting ready to get on a plane....key word, almost. My palms began to sweat, I could feel my mind start to spiral, I hated planes....and I was getting ready to get in one.

"Hey," The girl beside me slides her hand to my thigh, resting it there for some comfort. "You alright?"

"Aerophobia."

"What?"

"Fear of flying in planes," I quickly faced her, her face softened.

"It's gonna be alright, okay?" Her hand intertwined with mine. The warmth of her hands fighting with the chill of mine, it brought me back from my spiral. Only a little.

I nod, "look at me." Her hands encompassing my face, her thumbs rubbed gently across my cheekbones. "Everything is gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay. I'll even wait here with you til you have to get on, alright?"

I nodded, pulling her into a hug. A hug from her seemed to make the rest of the world cease to exist. All I needed was her, her warmth, and the comfort she provided.

But, I couldn't have just that. I had to get on some stupid plane to achieve some stupid dream.

"Alright, we're gonna go inside and just chill til you get on the plane, okay?" I nod, "I better get a call when you land in Cali."

I chuckle, "you will. No doubts about it."

We walked in, hands together, and I couldn't help but let the nerves get to me again. "I wish you could come with me."

Nika's smile seemed to brighten the world around us, "if I could, I would. Sadly, I gotta stay here in ole Croatia and hang with the family."

"I'm gonna miss you," then my thoughts spiraled. The possibility of a crash, even though it was like 1 in 100,000 that I could get in a fatal one. The thought of never seeing Nika again. I wouldn't have been able to tell her how I feel....so I did it. "Nika, I just gotta let you know I have so many feelings for you. Not just the friendly ones, like, the more than friends ones. I wish I was with you, like, I like you so much. I just feel like I make things up in my head that you might like me too, then I go down this rabbit hole of you never actually liking me, not even as a friend. Anyways, I feel like when I'm around you I can't help but feel like the entire world couldn't provide me with as much happiness and you do. I....I...God I think I love you, Nika."

Her eyes widened, surprise mixed with whatever feelings she had towards me, it was written all over her face. I should've just jumped on the plane and hoped it crashed cause I felt more embarrassed now than ever before. At least I'd be at peace with being on the plane if it meant never knowing what Nika really wanted to say.

"How long have you thought that?"

Not the questions, "for...for about three years."

She nodded, stepping closer to me, "You really think I would ever not like you?

""Platonic or romantic?"

"Either."

"Both....I just thought I liked you so much I was making things up in m-"

She cut me off. Her lips crashed to mine. The way her hands pulled me impossibly closer by the waist. My hands shot to her hair, wanting to bring her even closer to me. I had always wanted this.

"God, I've wanted to do that for years," her whispered words left me shocked. I pulled back a bit.

"What?"

"Y/N, you have no clue how bad I've been wanting to do that. Ever since I've gotten to know you...it's like you draw me even closer...wanting more....needing more. I just thought maybe I was reading into things. You're confident and charming, why wouldn't I think you were like that with everyone. But to know you feel the same way....I wish I would've made the move a long time ago."

I couldn't help but smile. Her words causing a heat to rise through my neck, settling on my cheeks. "You're joking."

"Nope," popping the 'p', "I couldn't have been more serious in my life."

My flight was being called, and I couldn't help but notice the nerves had been settled...or I was just currently distracted by the fact Nika had feelings for me.

"So....I gotta go," before I could keep going, Nika planted another soft kiss on my lips, "but maybe I should tell my manager nevermind."

Her laughed filled the space, "Nope, gotta become the biggest pop star in the world. I need you to surpass Taylor Swift one day."

"Whatever," I turned to leave, but took one more glance back at the brunette, "I'll call you when I get off, promise."

A/N: I got one done after months of not being on here!!! Hopefully this is good...enough cause I don't know how I feel about it. @ittiwdwysylm here ya go, Nika fic out!!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

I have a proposition… WHAT IF… you write a fic about current Slash going to pound town on reader after a long day. AND I WANT IT HOT. CHOKING. SPANKING. ROUGH TOUGH SHIT. If you could for a cookie, please? 🍪😋 THANK YOU YOUR WRITING IS A GODSEND

A/n: I might want to suck his titties

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, spanking, choking, squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

The door slammed shut as Slash came in. He called you earlier, saying he'd had a bad day and just wanted to crawl into bed.

There was no food ready in the kitchen, at first he figured you'd just ordered in and went to wait in the bedroom. However, as he made his way through the house, through the halls, he found pieces of clothes littered around.

Slash exhaled deeply as he picked up your panties from the hardwood floor, just in front of the bedroom door. "If I come in there and you're naked, I swear to god." He grumbled.

"I, uh, wouldn't suggest coming in then." You replied, tugging the blanket up to cover yourself.

Slash sighed and pushed open the door, letting his head hang for a moment before he looked up to see you in bed, naked and using the blanket to cover yourself.

He stared, saying nothing for a long time. "No food?" He asked.

"I can order something." You offered.

"With my money?" He asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

You chewed your cheek. "I just figured you might want some stress relief..." Slash looked you over, another heavy breath leaving him.

"Well," he started, "if you're already here." Your expression lightened as he came closer.

He pulled the blanket down and brought his hand to your cheek, leaning down to kiss you. He was already relaxing from just the simple touch of your lips on his.

He started undoing his jeans, not taking his lips off yours as he kicked them off, half-hard cock hanging out. He got on the bed with you, pulling you down onto your back so he was on his knees between your legs.

"Mmh, you're too good for me." He mumbled, pecking your lips a last time before pulling away and taking his shirt off, tossing it to the ground with his jeans.

You looked over him with a glint in your eyes, admiring his dad bod; the added tissue masking the muscle underneath, arms that could put you in a chokehold. You couldn't get enough of him.

Slash's hand was around the base of his cock, giving it a few good strokes before pushing the tip through your folds. "So fucking wet." He groaned, watching your body move around his. "You were touching yourself, weren't you?" He asked accusatorily.

"I wanted to be ready." You said, wiggling your hips for him. A low growl left him and he gave your ass a quick smack.

"Wanted to pretend you could cum without me?" He asked, open hand coming down on your again. "Sit pretty for me, and don't make a fucking sound." You nodded, gripping the pillow under your head in your hands as he pushed into you.

You did as he asked, doing your best to keep quiet by biting your lip.

Slash started a harsh pace, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. He pushed your knees to your chest, his hands holding your thighs tightly as he pounded into you.

Your gut tightened, getting closer to the edge. It got harder to keep quiet with Slash hitting that same spot over and over that had you seeing stars, he knew where to hit and he was hitting it on purpose just to make you whine so he'd have an excuse to shut you up.

His one hand left your thigh and wrapped around your neck, squeezing just enough to quiet any sounds that attempted to leave. You could still breathe but it was harder, it made everything feel so much more.

The lack of oxygen going to your head made your vision blurry, made his cock getting sucked back into you the only thing you could focus on.

Slash's hair fell around his face, it bothered him so he kept pushing it back. You stared up into his dark brown eyes, your own eyes fluttering as you felt the veins along the bottom of his cock dragging against your walls.

Slash's hips moved faster, no longer pulling all the way out as he chased his rapidly approaching high, low groans leaving him. Your eyes rolled back, a familiar feeling washing over you as you came, squirting all over Slash and soaking the sheets. Slash followed shortly behind, cum painting your insides and filling you up.

He rolled off of you, letting go of you until he curled up against his side and he wrapped his arms around you. He kissed the top of your head. "You really had to come like that?" He asked, voice raspy as he struggled to stay awake. "Now I gotta clean the sheets.

You shook your head and climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. "I can just sleep like this, I'll clean them tomorrow." You mumbled, placing a few kisses on his collarbone.

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

"Putting your hand over your heart isn't a part of a Nazi salute!"

Not the original salute no, but it is part of the salute being used by Neo Nazis. So here's a link to a video comparing them, showing his gesture was identical to a Neo Nazi salute.

https://www.reddit.com/r/france/s/2bdn5cuvf6

"Even the ADL said it wasn't a Nazi salute!"

The ADL can be wrong just like any other group of people can. You people hate their stance on hate speech, so why are you magically in agreement with them just because they support your worldview?

"It was so bad that it couldn't have been a real salute, Hitler would have killed him for mocking him!"

Bad salutes are still salutes, just as bad insurrections are still insurrections.

"He was symbolically throwing his heart to the crowd!"

Here he is doing it a second time while facing away from the crowd.

"He said his heart went out to the crowd!"

Yeah so he could have some deniability for idiots like you to cling to and defend him with.

"Kalama did the same gesture!"

She waved and pointed. You're just blind. There's something wrong with you if you can't distinguish a wave from an actual Nazi salute. Here's them being conpared side by side.

https://x.com/tify330/status/1881512417387040998

The sad part Is, if you saw this back in 2012, your immediate thought would have been "Oh my god Elon Musk did a nazi salute!", but Trump has so successfully brainwashed you, conditioned you, and groomed you, that his richest and most vocal supporter can preform a blatant Nazi salute, and you'll deny the obvious evidence before you to defend him, ignoring everything before your eyes and ears, because you've been made incapable of acknowledging the evilness, or the nature, of your cult.

It should have been obvious when he showed up to the Madison Square Garden rally in a custom black MAGA hat that used a typeface that was associated with the Hitler and the Nazis, the font the Nazis regularly used as a sign of nationalism that Hitler chose as the as the font for the cover of his autobiography.

https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/elon-musks-maga-cap-text-has-eerie-resemblance-with-hitlers-nazi-font-6903216/amp/1](https://www.ndtv.com/world-news/elon-musks-maga-cap-text-has-eerie-resemblance-with-hitlers-nazi-font-6903216/amp/1

You guys are REALLY bad at taking hints due to your programing.

"Trump, who is nothing like a nazi and never talks about nazis or white supremacists except to disavow them, brainwashed you into thinking Elon Musk isn't a nazi" sure is an interesting take.

Anyway you're putting a lot of words into my mouth and the ones you're quoting that are actually mine explain pretty well why what Elon did isn't a nazi salute, so I'm not going point by point and addressing your nonsense (especially the "nazi font" shit. Jesus do you even hear yourself?)

What I am going to address?

"Here he is doing it a second time while facing away from the crowd"

There were people behind the stage behind him. I don't know if you can see them during Elon's full speech but here's the same setup from when Trump was at the arena

You can clearly see the white star bunting that's behind Elon in the clips of him doing the "salute". The stage is in the center of the arena with people all around.

I'll also explain why I trust the ADL here, again, because apparently you either didn't see it or, more likely, your leftist brain selectively edits everything that doesn't conform to your warped world view.

The ADL is a partisan left wing group that constantly calls conservatives, but especially Trump and his allies, nazis, racists, white supremacists, anti-Semites, and every other ist and phobe under the sun. They rarely let a chance to lie about the right go by. The fact that a group like that is saying "that wasn't a nazi salute" means a lot, because they're going against the talking points of their own ideology in favor of a person they hate. When a group, even a partisan hack group like the ADL, goes against their interests and the interests of their allies in favor of a person or a group they normally can't stand, that gives their words a lot of extra weight.

She waved and pointed. You're just blind. There's something wrong with you if you can't distinguish a wave from an actual Nazi salute.

Yes. That's the point. She waved and pointed. Elon symbolically "threw his heart" to the crowd. Neither were nazi salutes. Both could made to look like one out of context. The media only cared about doing it with Elon.

I don't expect any of this to get through to you, because you still think J6 was an iNsUrReCtIoN. But maybe one day, after you grow out of this weird leftist phase, you'll look back and remember this and feel as silly as you should.

[writingdevil]

Hii! Hewwo!!! Finally got the courage and an idea to get here haha. First of all I wanted to thank you for Tongues and Teeth. Like, really, big thanks. This fic got me through a pretty bad illness, and I found myself waiting for every new chapter. And, well, of course, it was an indirect reason for me even being here... I really enjoyed reacting on your fic in tags, and that, in fact, gave me the courage and impuls to post my own stuff. As for a prompt... Slay the Princess is happening at night, but rarely someone appreciated the stars. But they still were there. And in post-Tongues and Teeth they are there, too. I just thought it would be interesting to touch some voices' feelings and opinions when they are just stargazing. It could be about any voice really, or any group of voices, maybe you'll even explore them all - I would love to see it anyway :> Have a great day!!!

(Oh my God,you're so sweet!Thank you for liking my fic that much-I never expected people to actually be invested in my story.I'm really sorry that you were going through that illness,but I'm so touched that my story helped you get through it.I always love seeing your reaction to my fics-it's one of the things I look forward too!I love your idea and I hope you enjoy this,and that you have an amazing day!)

(This is post Tongues and Teeth)

It wasn't often that Contrarian liked to be still.He much preferred to be doing something that pissed one of the others-mainly Oppy-off.He liked keeping everyone on their toes,not knowing what he was about to do next-and no,he's definitely still not bitter from Oppy calling him predictable.Why would you think that?

But tonight,Contrarian was honestly happy to just relax with his flock,and stargaze with them all.

He couldn't remember who's idea it had been, probably one of the softer ones like Hero or Smitten,but eventually they all found themselves sitting out on the roofs of their bird houses at night, gazing up at the stars.

Contrarian never noticed how pretty the night sky was.Or did he ever even get the chance to,back in the Construct?Either way,it was nice to just chill out,take it easy,and look up at the stars-

"I don't see the appeal of this."

Well,not everyone felt the same way.

Contrarian chuckled,looking down at Cold,who was lying on his back and staring up at the sky in boredom.Cold hadn't seen the point in stargazing, but had still allowed Contrarian to drag him up here,and he had been silent ever since.

Contrarian had a feeling that Cold wouldn't particularly like this one activity,even if everyone had come out.He leaned back on his hands and asked,"No?You don't think the stars are interesting and cool to look at?"

"They're lights in the sky."

"Yeah,but do you think they're pretty?"Cold hummed in thought,before looking away as he replied,"You could certainly call them mesmerizing, if you were poetic enough."Contrarian snorted, knowing for a fact that Smitten has definitely described the stars as exactly that before.

"Mesmerizing doesn't equal interesting though," Cold quickly added,and Contrarian sighed,sitting up properly to tuck his knees under his chin."Yeah,I thought you'd say that,"he said,hoping to hide his disappointment in his voice.

He wasn't sure if Cold caught it or not,but he shrugged and looked back up at the sky."It was nice for a few minutes,but it doesn't make me feel much."

"Well not everything has to be about feeling something grand and overwhelming."He caught the flash of surprise on Cold's face,and then Contrarian's smile fell into a regretful frown.

This felt like a weird conversation to have,especially considering that himself and Cold were the known mischief makers of the flock.Contrarian just liked to do things that were fun,and his realm of fun had gotten a whole lot bigger now that they had their own bodies.

Cold was in that same boat,in which he could freely got out and find things to do that could potentially get rid of that numbness in his chest.The two of them spent most of their days discovering every fun thing that they couldn't before,not with that annoying Echo keeping them trapped.

He glanced back down at Cold,only to find him staring up at the sky with an empty look in his eyes. To anyone else,you would think that that was just Cold's natural expression,but Contrarian's been around him long enough to pick up the slight bitterness in his eyes,and he immediately felt bad.

He knew Cold had trouble with going about life without wanting something to make him feel something.He knew that in some ways-getting their own bodies had been harder to achieve that, because now Cold was responsible for everything that his body did.

What he chose to do,to hear,to experience,was all up to him,and sometimes his body and mind couldn't handle it.But the only reason it was difficult,was because the Decider wasn't here anymore.It was easier to want to feel something new,and block out anything that he deemed unimportant,when the situation involved whether to slay another person or not,and the horrifying consequences of it-all while hiding behind another greater being.

Contrarian sighed,then looked around at the other houses near them,and said,"I know this isn't your usual brand of fun and excitement."Cold just hummed in response,still not looking at him."But I think taking a moment to chill and relax is nice too."

"Easy for you to say,"Cold said,"you can be entertained by anything,and boredom can be easily fixed.You're not as...rigid as I am."Contrarian shrugged,looking back up at the stars."You never know until you try."

Cold huffed in quiet amusement,and Contrarian watched as his wings twitched and spread out and in-a surefire way to tell that Cold was getting restless,and was about to leave.

But Contrarian didn't want him to go.He wanted to be able to enjoy the loud and the quiet moments with Cold,without Cold feeling like it was pointless.

So he squinted up at the starry sky,until he grinned playfully,scooting closer and leaning down to whisper into Cold's ear.He pointed up at the sky and quietly said,"You know,if you squint,you can kinda see Skeptic's grumpy face in the sky."

Cold was confused for a few seconds,before he chuckled lightly,and Contrarian grinned in victory. Cold now had a soft smile on his face as he gazed up at the sky."You'll turn anything into a joke,won't you?"

Contrarian giggled,leaning away from the other bird now."Yeah,why not?Nothing's fun if everything's so serious all the time."

"But eventually even clowns get tired at telling jokes all the time."

Contrarian froze at Cold's empty words,before quickly turning to face him,and his heart twisted in guilt-something that didn't happen a lot,at the subtle sad look on Cold's face.

He thought Contrarian was getting bored of his own ways?He thought that stargazing meant that he was getting dull?

Contrarian would be offended if he didn't think this wasn't deeply hurting Cold,no matter how much the icy one would try to deny it.He thought that he was losing the one flockmate that could understand the way he thought and operated, leaving him an outcast in his own flock.

That wouldn't do.

Contrarian sighed loudly,then casually threw an arm over Cold's shoulders,which meant that his body was half bent down to even manage that,and even then,his arm was actually just circling the top of Cold's head.

He stayed in that position for a few minutes,until Cold eventually asked,"What are you doing?"

"I'm just-taking the moment in."

There was a small pause,before Cold then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well,"Contrarian began,"it's such a nice night out, and it's rare that we're all doing something that isn't eating or having a meeting.I just wanted to take this moment in."

"Why would you bother with 'taking it in'?You could have moments like these all the time,and they'll just replace the last memory."

"Yeah,"Contrarian agreed,"but nothings gonna beat the first time you went stargazing with your whole flock." There was a fondness in Contrarian's voice that had Cold looking up at him curiously,but Contrarian took that moment to look up and around at the rest of his flock.

"There's just something-special,about moments like these,and it makes you want to stay there for as long as possible."

Contrarian's gaze went straight to Hero,who was giggling as he watched Hunted preen Stubborn's wings,and the preening appeared to be making Stubborn sleepy,to the point that he was struggling to keep his eyes open while laying on his chest. Hero smiled at them fondly,and started to pet the feathers on Stubborn's head.

Contrarian smiled at the sight,then his gaze drifted to the far left of them,where Smitten and Skeptic seemed to be utterly transfixed by the display of stars in the sky.Contrarian watched as Smitten excitedly pointed up at the sky,blurting out what was sure to be some sappy,poetic mess,looking over at Skeptic with pure glee in his eyes.

Skeptic actually looked quite calm and relaxed in this moment,matching Smitten's passion with a more calmer enthusiasm,gesturing up at the night sky and talking just as much as his counterpart was.

It was funny to imagine the conversation they must be having-a mix of lovey-dovey mush and innocent curiosity-but it also sounded very sweet.

"What's the point of dragging out something special?"Cold asked,"It's just going to make the moment boring more quickly."Contrarian made a noise of uncertainty."I don't think so.There's always something interesting to pick out."

He glanced over at their right,where Paranoid and Oppy were huddled close,talking quietly to themselves-probably the most unexpected and fascinating friendship to come out of this whole thing.

Paranoid-or Jitters,as Oppy loved to call him-was hugging himself for comfort,and had an anxious look in his eye as he spoke to Oppy,who was giving him his full attention,completely ignoring the illuminating sky above them.

Then Oppy smiled,in a way that Contrarian knew was hard for the other to easily do without fear,and softly draped his wing around Paranoid's shoulders, who's tense body instantly melted at the gesture, face wiped clean of stress,as he instead smiled and gave Oppy a grateful look.

Contrarian's attention was quickly snatched by the duo not too far away from them-Broken and Cheated.Broken had tucked his knees under his chin and looked to be in complete awe at the stars above him,and Contrarian wondered if he had found a new love to worship and submit to.

But then he saw the way that Cheated's attention was in no way on the stars-but instead on Broken. He was resting his arm on his knee,his cheek in his hand,and he had the most fond and lovestruck look that Contrarian has ever seen-that he truly believed that Cheated could give Smitten a run for his money.

He giggled and finally looked back down at Cold, who didn't seem so upset anymore,but instead was struggling to understand Contrarian's words."I don't get it,"he finally admitted,and Contrarian made a quick,sweeping gesture at their flock and said,"I'm just saying that-maybe this moment isn't for right now."

"What?"

Contrarian sat up properly again,and Cold was quick to copy him,determined to understand. Contrarian looked back up at the twinkling stars and said,"Maybe this moment is purely to look back on,to remember the soft times that made you happy.Maybe-maybe these are moments to make you feel warm in the future,whatever that may be."

Contrarian quickly glanced at Cold,suddenly feeling embarrassed at having talked so much without it sounding like a joke."I-I just like the thought of that as well.At being able to sit still,and still have good memories to look back on,with the rest of you weirdos."

He refused to look back at Cold,just waiting for the other to poke fun at or dismiss what he said.He couldn't decide what would be worse.

But then Cold hummed softly,scooting closer to nudge him with his wing."I suppose,"he quietly said, and Contrarian risked a quick look,"that you can sort of see Skeptic's grumpy face."

Contrarian froze,before he burst out laughing,and he even heard Cold's light laughter join in.

It ended being a perfect memory for Contrarian to cherish forever.

[cailinsblog]

baby fever with lane hutson pleaseeeee 🫶🏻

Sorry I got to this so late but I hope you like it

Baby Fever on the Ice | lane Hutson

Lane Hutson x reader

It was a crisp evening in Montreal. The Canadiens had just wrapped up a tough practice session, and the players were trickling out of the locker room, still buzzing with the adrenaline of a hard-fought workout. Lane Hutson, the young star defenseman who had quickly made a name for himself on the ice, walked toward the parking lot, his mind still on the drills and plays they'd run that day. But as his eyes swept the crowd, they landed on something that instantly distracted him from the usual rush of post-practice thoughts.

Y/N, his girlfriend of two years, was sitting on a bench near the rink's entrance, holding a tiny bundle in her arms. The bundle, as it turned out, was the newborn daughter of one of Lane's teammates, Cole Caufield. The baby, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, looked so fragile, so innocent, and Y/N was cradling her with such care and tenderness that it was impossible for Lane to ignore how much the sight affected him.

He slowed his pace, his heart skipping a beat as he approached her, the image of Y/N holding the baby creating a fluttering feeling in his chest. There was something so natural, so beautiful about the way she looked with a little one in her arms. She was smiling, her eyes soft, and she whispered sweet words to the baby, who was looking up at her with curious eyes.

“Hey, beautiful,” Lane called out, his voice softer than usual. He had to admit that the sight before him had taken him off guard.

Y/N looked up at him, her face lighting up with a warm smile. “Hey, Lane! How was practice?”

“It was good,” he replied, taking a few more steps toward her. “But... I think I just found something a little more distracting than my practice today.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, amused, but then her gaze followed his, landing on the baby. “Oh, you mean her? She’s so sweet, isn’t she?”

Lane nodded, his gaze not leaving the baby in Y/N’s arms. He felt an unfamiliar tightness in his chest, an overwhelming desire to hold her, to protect her. But it wasn’t the baby he was thinking about. It was Y/N. The way she was holding her, so effortlessly, so tenderly—it made Lane realize just how much he wanted that. He wanted a family. He wanted *this*.

“You’re amazing with her,” Lane said quietly, sitting down next to her on the bench. He couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N, his mind swirling with thoughts he hadn't fully processed before.

Y/N chuckled softly, glancing at him. “Well, she’s not my baby, but I think it’s safe to say I could be a good mom one day,” she teased, gently rocking the baby in her arms.

Lane smiled, but it was more of a thoughtful expression than a playful one. “Yeah,” he murmured, “I can see that.”

Y/N noticed the shift in his tone. She glanced at him, her expression softening. “What’s on your mind, babe?”

Lane took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, I just… I’ve never really thought about it before. But seeing you with her, it’s like everything just clicked. I’ve always thought about focusing on my career, you know? But I also think about… *us*.”

Y/N’s eyes softened with understanding. “You mean like, a family?” she asked, her voice gentle.

Lane nodded, his heart racing. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve always loved hockey, but…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “I guess seeing you with her, it made me think about having that with you one day. A little one of our own.”

Y/N’s smile widened, and she shifted the baby a little, handing her over to Lane. “Here, hold her for a second.”

Lane hesitated at first, but when Y/N placed the baby in his arms, a rush of emotions hit him. The weight of the small baby, the warmth of her soft body against his chest, was something he hadn’t expected. It was instinctual. Protective. A feeling so deep that it almost overwhelmed him. He gazed down at the baby, whose tiny hand was wrapped around his finger, and he felt a surge of emotion.

“Wow,” Lane whispered, staring down at the baby with wide eyes. “This is… unreal.”

Y/N chuckled softly, watching the scene before her. “I know, right? It’s a lot to process. But I can see it in your eyes—you’re a natural.”

Lane looked up at Y/N, his gaze intense and full of emotion. “I want this,” he admitted, the words spilling out before he even had a chance to think about them. “I want to be a dad, someday. And I want you to be the mother of our kids.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with affection. She knew Lane had always been focused on hockey, and to hear him talk about their future like this… it made everything feel real. Like it wasn’t just about the present, the games, the practices—it was about building a life together, one that went beyond the rink.

“I’d love that, Lane,” she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ve always dreamed of a family with you.”

Lane’s eyes softened, and he gently handed the baby back to Y/N. “I think we’re ready for that, whenever the time is right. I want to build something with you. A family. It feels like the next step, you know?”

Y/N nodded, her heart full. “I think we’re ready, too. Whenever that time comes, we’ll be amazing at it. I know it.”

They shared a quiet moment, gazing at each other with a mixture of love, excitement, and a little bit of nervousness. But Lane’s heart felt full in a way it never had before. Hockey was his passion, but Y/N and the idea of building a life together, a future with kids, was something he now craved with the same intensity.

As the baby let out a tiny coo, Y/N kissed the top of her head, smiling at Lane. “You’ll be the best dad ever, Lane. I know it.”

Lane grinned, a sense of peace settling over him. “I’m starting to believe that too.”

The two of them sat there for a while longer, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. The future felt promising, full of possibilities, and for the first time in a long while, Lane Hutson felt like he had everything he ever wanted.

And that wasn’t just a dream anymore. It was a vision of what was to come.

[tellmegoodbye]

Happy Lone Star Day!!!

Today, in the spirit of our beloveds coming back for the last time, I wanted to do a "Journey of Tarlos" via music monday. I have three songs for different points in their relationship, so let's get into it.

Brighter Than Sunshine - Aqualung

I never understood before. I never knew what love was for. My heart was broke, my head was sore - What a feeling. Tied up in ancient history, I didn't believe in destiny. I look up, you're standing next to me - What a feeling.

I never saw it happening. I'd given up and given in. I just couldn't take the hurt again - What a feeling. I didn't have the strength to fight. Suddenly, you seemed so right. Me and you - What a feeling.

What a feeling in my soul Love burns brighter than sunshine. It's brighter than sunshine. Let the rain fall, I don't care. I'm yours, and suddenly you're mine. Suddenly, you're mine.

This is TK and Carlos when they first met!

If You're Meant To Come Back - Justin Jesso

Maybe I'm lookin' for a bit of suffering Leave a little time to feel the cracks Maybe it'll hit when we're all alone again Thinking about what we used to have

I know what I say to get you to stay the night Sleeping by your side like the old times But it's better for me If I set you free to decide Either way, we're gonna be alright, alright, yeah

Even if you go and fall in love with someone else As much as it'll hurt me, I'll survive But if you're lyin' with him, feelin' by yourself I'll still be yours to come and find

No one knows about tomorrow But I know that I'll be waitin' for you still So I'll let you go to fill the void you're tryna fill If you're meant to come back to me, you will If you're meant to come back to me, you will

This is the perfect Tarlos breakup song!

I'm Yours - The Script

You touched these tired eyes of mine And mapped my face out line by line And somehow growing old feels fine

You healed these scars over time Embraced my soul, you loved my mind You're the only angel in my life

The day news came my best friend died My knees went weak and you saw me cry Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touch I may not say the words as such And though I may not look like much I'm yours

And though my edges may be rough I never feel I'm quite enough It may not seem like very much But I'm yours

This is Tarlos facing all of the things life has thrown at them, being vulnerable with each other, and protecting each other's hearts. I was specifically reminded of 4x16 with Carlos comforting TK and promising he won't go anywhere, 3x08 with TK grieving and Carlos being there for him, and 4x18 where TK did the same for Carlos.

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[stars4noah]

i love you.- noah s.

warnings- angst, suicide mention if you squint

w.c- 602

a.n- i am so not sorry for this

my heart broke when he spoke those three words.

'i love you.'

he loved me, but i didn't love him. i couldn't love him. so i left. the moment he spoke those words i stood up and left. no explanation, no apology, nothing. i wish he would take it back. say it was all just a joke, that he was trying to make me laugh. or maybe he didn't even mean to say it.

i sat in my apartment, staring at the wall. i wasn't good for him. i knew i was a bad person, so why would he love me? how could he possibly love someone like me? despite the countless times he reassured me that i wasn't what i thought i was, i couldn't get it out of my head that he was wrong.

so why was i driving back to his apartment now?

why was i hugging him so tightly, telling him that i was sorry? that i didn't want to leave? that i loved him?

why did i give him that smile that he absolutely adored even though i felt like dying?

i wasn't happy. i'd never been truly happy for years. and now i was pretending that i was as we laid on his roof, staring at the stars. i didn't smile. i couldn't smile. and i loved him, i knew i did. but god i wish i didn't. i hated the way i loved him.

so in the middle of the night, i wrote him a note. a note that spoke of how i truly felt.

noah,

i love you. i really do love you. you make me feel things that i didn't think were possible in the years that i have been alive. but i'm not good for you. you deserve someone better than me. you deserve to be happy, to live a good life, to be successful. you deserve every good thing that comes to you. which is why i have to leave you. because i can't give you those things while i am here.

i hope your band takes off. i hope you achieve all of your dreams and goals. i hope you fall in love. i hope you think of me when you're on stage, singing like your heart depended on it. i hope you get over me. i love you.

-y/n

with tear stained cheeks, i left. i left like i always do, and i went to the place nobody knew about. the only one who did know about it was noah. but he was sleeping. so i could go in peace. yeah, sure, he would see my car. he would see my note. but he wouldn't see me, because i was g-

"y/n!!"

i froze at the sound of my name, whipping my head around before i was tackled to the ground by a sobbing noah.

i just sat there, shocked and tearful as he held onto me like a lifeline. he was speaking to me, but i couldn't hear it. everything was so muffled, everything was blurry. i looked at him as he cupped my face, seeing his heartbroken expression.

and i realized then. maybe i could try. maybe i could try to be happy, to allow myself to be loved. instead of trying to lie to myself. i didn't mean to make him cry. i never wanted him to cry. i wanted him to be happy, and i believed that he could achieve that without me.

maybe i was wrong.

maybe i did mean it when the whispered words of "i love you" spilled from my lips.

[beef-brisket]

-Day three-

Lucifer groaned as he felt Adam get out of bed. Looking around, the room was still dark, how early was it?

Lucifer: A-Ad-?

Adam: Hey, babe. Go back to sleep.

Lucifer smiled as Adam kissed his forehead. It took so much in him not to laugh when he heard Adam hiss in pain, lashbacks to the previous night flashed in Lucifer's mind.

He must have made a noise because Adam slapped his shoulder: Hush you.

Lucifer: Love, why don't you sleep in?

Adam: This is a sleep in, babe. And a little pain never stopped me from working.

Standing up straight, Adam stretched his back: You could always get up with me? The stars are still out. Maybe we could go get some brekkie.

Lucifer chuckled and sat up: From where? If like...

Lucifer checked his phone: 4:30 in the morning?!

Adam laughed and threw one of his hoodies to Lucifer: The dairy, obviously. We'll get a pie and a can.

Lucifer started pulling on Adam's hoodie. It was so big and warmed him up instantly: A... what? A can?

Adam: Yeah, hot stuff. A fizzy. Of whatever you want.

Lucifer: ...Alright. I could eat.

Adam: Damn right you could. If you're going to be helping around the place, you'll need some meat on ya.

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer got out of bed, and pulled his pants on. Adam strolled to the kitchen amd started making them a coffee.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile when he watched Bandit jump up at Adam. He was trying to play with him, but he was obviously still in pain.

Lucifer: You alright there, soldier~?

Adam shot Lucifer a glare: Oh, I'm fine. If only you didn't have such a giant cock.

Lucifer: Hm, well. You weren't complaining last night~.

Adam laughed as Lucifer hugged him: Yeah, yeah. You felt great~. But right now, I'm having some regrets. Never thought I'd want an ice cube on my asshole.

Lucifer: Ew! Thanks for saying.

Adam: Ew? Babe, you ate me out.

Lucifer: Mm, don't remind me. I may want you before breakfast~.

Adam tried to push Lucifer away as he tried to kiss him: You haven't brushed or washed your face since last night, I'm not kissing the lips that were flushed against my hole!

OH OH OH OH!!!

90 Day Fiance Au

Lucifer is from California and he meets Adam online who is from Australia.

Ohmygod- yesssss!!

Lucifer is a suave businessman who meets Adam, who's a drover in the harshest areas of Australia.

He can only respond to Lucifer when he's in a city or town, which isn't often. But they both like each other, so Adam takes the risk of giving Lucifer his phone number. Whenever Adam has reception he calls Lucifer.

ALSO Lucifer flying out to Australia to meet Adam- who looks so out of place.

Like-

He'd rocking this vibe (without the gun, of course lol). And everyone at the airport is a tad suspicious about the dirty Australian guy who gets told off for lighting a cigarette inside.

Lucifer is instantly in love.

[smittenskitten]

(+) Riding my bike with beloved

Chains of Heart (2023) Moonlight Chicken (2023) I Will Knock You (2022) Vice Versa (2022) Not Me (2021) A Tale of Thousand Stars (2021) I Told Sunset About You (2020) Still 2gether (2020) Theory of Love (2019)

[collophora]

Found a cool color palette. Might finish it later. (Probably not.)

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Dorian Pavus

[angelfrombeneth]

PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT, RIGHT? - N . CHAVEZ

Mature Content Ahead

Nicholas Chavez x F!Actress Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Summary: You and Nicholas are costars in a new show - Grotesqueire. When it is time to film a sex scene, you aren't ready; awkward tension takes over, but you know what they say; Practice makes perfect.

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If you are looking for a part 2, please read this post as it explains my reasonings behind not making a part 2.

The filming for Grotesqueire has been underway for a few weeks now, this is your first big role in any media which you are extremely excited for. The show has an extremely interesting script, which is one of the reasons you wanted to put your all into your audition - which got you here.

"Y/N, I need you on set B in 5 minutes" Someone shouted from outside the trailer.

You sat up, taking your glasses off as you put them aside as you grabbed your contact case, quickly putting your contacts. You grab your veil, before exiting your trailer and walking towards the set. Crew preparing sets around you as you pass through different hallways, so much going on in one place but somehow you still felt at home.

"I was wondering where you were" You heard Nicholas laugh behind you as you turned to face him.

You laughed, turning to him as you smiled. Nicholas was your co-star playing a weirdly odd but kinky priest - and well, he was definitely lovely to look at.

"Nicholas, what are you doing?" The costume leader came scrambling over. "That isn't your costume for this scene- come!" She grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the set.

You laughed at Nicholas getting dragged away before walking upon the director and listening to your scene directions.

You sat upon your position on the set, the hairstylist coming to fit the veil upon your head properly, fixing your hair under it as you noticed Nicholas enter the set from the side of your view. You turn to look at him, your eye quirking up at his costume- well lack of costume.

"Nicholas why are you wearing just a towel?" You laughed.

"I have no idea- This is what Marissa gave me-" He spoke but was quickly cut off by the director on the megaphone.

"Alright! So can we get Talia on set please!"

You watched a girl walk up to you and Nicholas, smiling as she held a clipboard. "Y/N! Nicholas! I am very grateful to meet you, I am Talia your intimacy coordinator"

You blinked. You read the script you knew it was coming but you didnt realise it would be so early on. Nicholas shared a similar face to you.

"Now, don't worry, we will go over the main aspects and go over any boundaries the pair of you have" She smiled.

The next twenty minutes were spent with you, Nicholas and the intimacy coordinator. You were still shocked. It wasn't that you couldn't do it - Nicholas was attractive, and all, and the attraction for the scene was definitely there; it was just the awkwardness of it.

After talking Talia deemed you guys to be okay to proceed, the horn sounded round the studio as the pair of you prepared for your scene.

The tension loomed in the air as you stared at Nicholas from the doorway, reciting your lines.

"Can you dry my back sister... please" He hummed, passing a folded white towel over to you. You took it, walking behind him as he kneeled infront of the bed. You took the towel, slowly sliding it over his back full of gashes, cleaning the blood from his back as your finger ran over the bumps. You let your hand reset to his shoulder, softly gripping it as he hummed, it was what was scripted but it felt.. awkward.

"CUT!-" Shot through the studio as alarms sounded once more. Talia and the director came over, looking at you and Nicholas.

"Maybe lets take a break, you two talk through the scene and try and coordinate something. It feels.." The direction tapped his chin as he spoke.

"Awkward. It was very tense and not good tense" Talia sighed.

The pair of you nodded, walking out of the studio and towards the trailer as you groaned, flinging open the door as you tore the veil off your head yet again.

Nicholas sat on the couch looking up at you snickering as you groaned, sitting beside him, tossing your legs over his as you leaned back on the couch.

"I had no clue we were filming.. that today. It's just.. awkward" You looked at him, watching his body face yours completely as he held your full attention. The way his eyes stared into yours as you spoke.

"I mean if it makes you feel any better, I was pretty nervous. I didnt really know what to do and its just unfamilar i guess, its not a regular sex scene its gotta be.. kinky" He chuckled.

He made you feel comfortable. No pressure at all, the awkwardness was lifting bit by bit, showing the light under the fog.

"I mean what if we just.. you know" You blurted.

"If we just what?" Nicholas looked at you confused. "Fucked?"

"I mean you said it not me.." You looked around the room, trying to break the obvious tension as he laughed at your reaction. "I mean, for the scene right?" You smirked.

"Yeah for the scene." You sat up and looked at him as he spoke, crawling towards him slightly. You paused just before him. One of your hands gripping his thigh as the other held his shoulder.

The pair of you looked at each other for a brief moment, the balance of friends and coworkers about to be broken. As much as you wanted to chant in your head, 'it's for work, for work,' it wasn't, was it.

Your lips softly connected with his, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you in, sitting upon his lap, your legs wrapping and encasing him between. His lips mimicked your movement, slowly moving against yours, matching your pace and rhythm.

You pulled away briefly for a moment, looking at him. "This is work right..?" You chuckled.

"Definitely work" He smirked, pushing himself up, sending you up as he pulled apart your dress, the top clasps undoing as you kissed him forcefully. Your arms flew around his neck as he tugged the dress down slightly.

Your lips interlocked as you kissed each other hungrily, your hands combing through his locks as he slid all over your torso, pinching and grabbing at the flesh.

You both wouldn't admit it, but this was a long time coming. With the subtle flirting on and off set, you both were excited for the sex scene to finally be able to 'get a taste' as Nicholas said - but you didn't expect this.

You pulled away, gripping the waist of the dress as you dragged it up your body, pulling it up over your head as you dropped it to the floor, allowing yourself to fall back against the couch, your arms around his neck as you guided him ontop of you.

"Fuck-" Nicholas groaned, towering above you as he stared down as you adored in your black lace set as you stared up at him. "Is lingere supposed to be apart of the costume.. I mean stockings? Really? The dress covers it" His hand slid down your thigh to your calf, feeling the silky sheer material covering your bare skin.

"Personal touch" You smirked at him, your hands holding his shoulders as he licked his lips.

Nicholas's head turned to the side, kissing the wrist of your hand as it held his shoulder, taking the hand as he kissed up your arm slowly, gaining closer and closer.

You pulled him down towards you, rubbing his neck softly as you pecked his lips softly. "Nick- This is mad" You laughed out.

A smile covered his lips as he kissed your cheek, to your jaw and slowly down your neck, nipping occasionally. "Its practice... for work of course"

"The for work excuse has been.. overused~" You melted into his touch, your hands resting softly upon his hips above the towel that fixed upon his body. You tugged his hips closer, noticing his lips depart from your collarbone as he peered up at you.

He licked his lips, sitting back upon his knees as he stared down at you, that cheeky grin on his face. "Now, got to act suprised in the scene, I'll give you a little preview" He snickered.

You reached forward for his towel, tugging it as it puddled at his knees. You gawked for a moment, you didnt expect him to actually be pare naked under the towel - acting and all, you'd think he'd have some sort of cover.

"The director thought it would be more authentic to be completely naked under the towel.... For gravity purposes" He winked, his hands sliding down your waist, hooking his fingers through the sides of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your body.

"That's a terrible excuse" You laughed as you lifted your feet out of your underwear as he dropped them on the floor. You sat up, pushing his chest as he sat back on the couch.

"Calm down, cowgirl", He snickered, leaning back as he stared at you; one of his heads reached to rest upon your hip, the other clasped around himself as he gradually began to pump.

You reached back, unclasping your bra and sliding it off slowly as you threw it at him, the pair of you laughing. The sight of him leant back against the couch, hot and bothered as he stared at you while touching himself was all too much, it was making you hot and bothered.

"Fuck me, you are so hot Nicholas" you brought your hands to your face, covering your eyes as you let out a loud drawn out sigh.

"Genes.. what can I tell you" He smiled, as you leaned forward pecking his lips softly a few times. His grin seeping into the kiss as you stared at him, your noses touching eachother slightly.

You leaned in, capturing him in a soft kiss, instantly reciprocated as both his hands gripped your waist. You sat in his lap, softly grinding down against him - humming softly within the kiss at the friction.

You noticed his eagerness as his hips would occasionally buckle up against yours, one of his heads to your neck, gripping it softly as he pulled you closer - the pair of you intensely making out.

Your hands raked through his hair, tugging and stroking it as his hand tested with pressure around your neck as you hummed softly, lightly moaning within the kiss.

You pulled away abruptly, looking down as you took him into your hand as you slowly guided him into you as you let out a light and soft moan, which was sounded out by his own moan.

"Fuckkkk-" His head fell backwards as his hands fell upon your waist, guiding you slowly.

You looked down at him, your hands holding his shoulders as you slowly rutted your hips against his, grinding down against him. Watching his face twitch in pleasure as his breathing stuttered at each movement.

"You are so vocal" You laughed, pecking his lips softly as you rested your forehead against his, continuing to grind down against him, watching his body for every single twitched movement.

"Cant help it- Does it bother y-you.." He stared up at you, slightly breathless as he grinned, his eyes half lidded.

"Absolutely not.. turns me on if anything" You chuckled, kissing his cheek softly as you leaned down to nibble on his ear lobe as you continued to ride him.

Nicholas continued to groan in your ear, making you smirk as you speed up your movements, dropping your body weight down against him harshly as you bucked your hips back and forth. Cusses spewed from his lips as you continued to do so. 'Fuck' 'Shit' 'Holy Fuuuck-', continued to fall from his lips as you hummed softly, soft moans leaving yours.

You watched him intently as his eyes rolled back, his eyes staying hooded as he tried to steady his breathing. Smirking as you noticed the effect you had over him, especially how cocky he is normally.

Your movements slowed down as you panted softly, leaning against him for balance and he noticed. Nicholas picked you up, causing you to yelp momentarily as you pushed you up against a desk.

"Getting tired?" He smirked, pressing his hands against the wall behind you, as he thrusted harshly forward - causing you to gulp back a moan. Your fists clenching as you stared up at him.

"I thought-" You groaned, at each thrust he made, pressing your hands against his chest as you steadied your breathing.

"Mhm.. You thought wrong; I was definitely enjoying before, though.." He pecked your lips softly, leaning to your ear. "My turn now" He whispered.

His hands hooked under your thighs, lifting your lower body up slightly as he continued to thrust into you. You yelped out, shutting your eyes as you tried to control yourself from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, trying hard to not let go so soon. His lips harshly locked against your neck, as he sucked and bit down against the flesh.

"Nicholas-" You gasped out, moaning softly as your fingernails clawed down his back harshly.

"Shhhh" He cooed, as he licked up your neck, his hips continuing to slam against yours as the desk rocked below the pair of you.

"So fucking good- holy-" You gasped, staring at him as you laughed out slightly, his lips curling up into a smile as he continued to thrust, his hands holding your hips up just above the desk as you locked your legs around his waist tightly.

He dropped you harshly against the wood, placing a hand on your neck, kissing you roughly as you raced to reciprocate. His tongue halfway down your throat as your hands slid down his chest, your fingers feeling between the crevises of his sculpted chest. His free hand, cupping your breast as he squeezed it occasionally.

You hummed needingly into the kiss as his thumb pressed pressure against the front of your throat, causing you to tighten - which he felt. You could feel the smirk on his face as he kissed you, his tongue exploring your mouth as you helplessly allowed it.

You felt his whole hand clamp down on your neck with pressure. Your breath hitched for a moment at the sheer shock as he pulled away, your foreheads resting against one another, beads of sweat falling and mixing within each other as you gasped, staring into his eyes as he thrust deeply, holding himself within you.

"...Nick.." you croaked out as he stared at you, his eyes blown out with lust as he leaned in, biting your lip between his teeth as he held his eye contact with you, his thumb still pressed hard against the front of your throat.

He took his free hand, sliding his middle finger and index finger past your lips and into your mouth as you stared at him. You gave him no indication against it which caused his dick to twitch. He began to thrust against yet this time harder but slower. Your body rebounded each time, pushing yourself into the wall that you could've meshed into it. You sucked on his fingers, tugging his hair as you run your hand down his face, caressing it as you let out a guttural moan as he trusted once more.

"Good girl.. cum for me" He whispered, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth and removing his hand from your neck as his face flew to yours, your lips instantly crashing upon one another as he gripped your hips, pulling you forward and roughly thrusting into you.

You moaned into his mouth, panting heavily as you drew closer and closer to your high. Your leg twitching as you threw your head back as his lips sucked and nipped at your neck as you screamed out loudly. Your hands clawing down his back as you came undone.

You were too dazed in your high, groaning and panting as Nicholas pulled out, groaning as he pumped himself watching as your whole body twitched.

Your legs flung closed as you stared at him, exhausted as he whined before he came on your thigh, whimpering and panting as he did so, his arm leant against the wall behind you as it supported his weight - his face mere centermeters away.

"Holy fuck-" You chuckled, out of breath as you stared at him.

His chest rose and fell as he stared up at you with hooded eyes. His finger swiping his cum off your thigh as he held it up to you.

You smirked, leaning forward and sucking it off his finger as you looked at him. He smiled at you before pushing himself off the wall as he stumbled back to the couch, laying back on it as he sighed - catching his breath.

"That was more of a workout than my actual workout sessions.. jesus Christ", Nicholas groaned, his arm resting up above him.

You pulled yourself off the desk, your legs slightly wobbly as you slowly approached him. You sat beside his head, lifting it and resting it against your thigh as you sighed.

"I think we've got the sex scene down, don't you.." You laughed, running your fingers through his hair.

"Oh, definitely" He smirked up at you.

It was safe to say, when the pair of you finally caught your breath you showered and got rechanged into your costumes. You had to cover up all the marks on your neck but for Nicholas it was fine, he was already marked by makeup so hopefully no one could tell the difference.

When the pair of you got to set, you definitely delivered the sex scene, going beyond the script. Hair pulling, finger sucking, tit grabbing, ass grabbing - the lot. Safe to say everyone was impressed.

"CUT! That was exactly what we needed, guys!" The director clapped as you and Nicholas stared at each other, panting slightly. You smirked, looking down at the tent under the towel Nicholas was wearing.

"Please don't move- it'll be so fucking embarrassing", Nicholas begged. You chuckled, patting his chest.

[nerdyweebfreak]

source: haruka's garden / dividers: cafekitsune

𝐭𝐡𝐞

— HASHIRAS —

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 "𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 ♡

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starring: (giyuu, obanai, sanemi, gyomei, kyojuro, tengen)

tw: passionate sex, praising, compliments, emotional, fluff, crying during sex?

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 ➤ "giyuu- i love you-"

giyuu's eyes widen slightly. his face buried in the nook of your neck, he slowly pulls away a little. you can tell his breath is quickening, despite staying still.

giyuu has never been able, or comfortable, with showing, or reacting to emotions. he'd always bury them down within himself, although, he couldn't deny that he felt them so strongly.

giyuu blushes heavily. without saying a word, he rests his hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft, passionate kiss.

𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 ➤ "i love you. i love y---" "i-i love you too y/n." he whispers, lovingly, before you can finish the sentence.

his reply is so fast, it almost sounds like he was waiting for it. his grip gets tighter as he says it. his pace quickens. "i love you so much, y/n. you're mine." obanai holds you tight in his arms as he makes love to you, tirelessly, softly gazing at your beautiful silhouette. He wishes this moment could last forever.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 ➤ "sanemi i- i love you."

sanemi scoffs. "f-fuck, y/n. yeah?" he pants heavily, his hand on your waist, the other one on the back of your head, intertwining his fingers with your hair. "shit, me too." sanemi kisses down your chest, possessively. "i need you."

"ive always liked you." sanemi's touch feels hot on your skin, and his thrusts, slow but deep, are making you feel every inch of him.

despite the sweat, the steaminess of his words, and the aggressiveness of his touch, you feel deeply loved.

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 ➤ "gyo.. i love you.."

you say, as the strong man guides you on his lap. suddenly, hearing your words, he holds you against his chest, without slipping out of you. he holds you with such strenght, you can feel his heartbeat merge into yours.

"i love you too, angel." his voice rumbles. tears stream down his face, cheeks, and chin. "let me make you mine forever." his voice sounds so soft, wholesome and passionate.

"my angel.. my angel.. my angel.." he keeps chanting, as he continues guiding your hips, lovedrunkly.

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 ➤ "i love you.. i love you."

kyojuro stops for a second.

"wait, you too? you.. you love me too?" he smiles softly. intertwining his fingers with yours, he pulls you in closer. he kisses you, softly moaning in your mouth.

"i love you too... i was scared to tell you." he says, as his heat grows bigger and needier.

"i want you. so much. i want to be with you." he whispers, kissing your neck, down to your collarbones, holding your hands, slowly making love to you.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 ➤ "i- i love you.."

tengen smiles. it's the brightest smile you've ever seen.

"i love you too. i love you."

from standing on his knees between your legs, the man leans down in order to be closer to you, as he keeps moving inside you. "you're so.. pretty.. so pretty.." his moans sound so soft in your ears, like a melody you've never heard before. "y/n.. i want to marry you.." he says, speeding up his pace, holding you close to him.

[peachylynnie]

glasses

word count: 1.2k synopsis: in which you wear zayne's glasses. contains: zayne x mc!reader, slightly posessive zayne, whipped zayne, mentions of violence, slight angst, and fluff overall. a/n: i really like zayne's glasses (the frameless ones). do not copy or translate my work. zayne does not endorse plagiarism. reblogs and comments are appreciated :) lads masterlist: here

zayne doesn't expect you to be awake when he comes home. given how late he leaves his office, he's not surprised to find you fast asleep in your adorable pajamas with your mouth open and legs splayed by the time he arrives at your shared bedroom. though, there are times when he finds you awake, either treating your wounds from another day of hunting wanderers or sitting outside on the balcony to gaze at the stars. but, those times are rare. (not to say he doesn't appreciate them; he's in awe of how strong you are whenever you ramble about taking down a wanderer as he bandages you up and how the stars don't even compare to how stunning you look whenever he joins you at the balcony).

point is: zayne doesn't expect you to be up so late at night (morning at this point) when he walks in. so, he's surprised to find you awake... in his glasses.

the prodigious doctor freezes in place after closing the door. there you are, legs crossed on the couch with a book in your hand and your eyebrows furrowed as you flip a page, causing his glasses to tilt on the bridge of your nose. oh, god. he can feel his knees buckling. not from the eight-hour surgery he just finished, no. but from the gorgeous sight in front of him. his glasses looked so good on you.

"darling?" he calls breathlessly.

you yelp, causing the glasses to nearly fall until you swiftly catch and adjust them with your fingers. he thinks it's the most seductive thing you have ever done (besides the time you insisted on shaving his chin on a rocking chair). "zayne?!" you stand up immediately, abandoning the book on the couch and rushing to him to wrap him in a hug. "how long were you standing there for? i didn't notice you at all!"

"was the book that interesting?" the man questions as he returns the hug, careful not to apply too much pressure. he doesn't want to break his glasses after all. not because they're his, no, not at all. but because he wants to see you wear them more often.

you look up at him from his chest and nod. his heart soars at the sight. the glasses...they bring out the light in your eyes.

"oh? thanks, zayne." you giggle. ah, he said that out loud. his ears grow red as he averts his gaze to the side.

"ahem," he coughs. "why are you wearing my glasses, anyway? do they match your prescription?"

"yes, actually!" your beam. "i couldn't find my glasses earlier, so i decided to use yours." you lean playfully to the side to see his face. zayne can't help but smile upon meeting your eyes. they really did look good on you, and he couldn't be happier to hear that his prescription matches yours. "i hope you don't mind," you say sheepishly. "i was only going to use them for tonight. i'm sure my glasses are lying around here somewhere." at that, you twist left and right to scan the living room.

"no need," he says almost immediately. he really doesn't want your eyes to leave his right now, not with you wearing his glasses so mesmerizingly. you look at him with curiosity when his hands slide up your neck and stop at your face, gently cooling your cheeks.

"are you alright, zayne?"

he nods silently and presses a delicate kiss to your forehead. "i'm alright, darling." caressing your cheek with his thumb, the man adds, "and i don't mind. not at all. wear them whenever you like. i have some spares back at the office."

"oh, okay." you're taken aback by how eager he sounds. it's almost as if he wants you to wear his glasses, and his glasses only.

except that's exactly what the man standing before you wants. to continue to wear his glasses whenever you please. the idea of you enjoying a book while donning his glasses fills him with an immaculate sense of pride. he takes it even further by imagining the faces of all the interns who dared to gawk at you with starry eyes whenever you visited him at his office. he's sure once they see you with his glasses, they'll get the message.

"but i still have to look for mine at some point," you yawn. he takes note of how his glasses slide down whenever you scrunch your nose. "they weren't exactly cheap, you know?"

"i'll help you look for them in the morning," he says as he guides you to the bedroom (lies, he's going to hide them). your sleepy eyes look even more adorable with his glasses on; oh, he swears he can feel himself melting (and that says a lot given his evol).

"thanks, zayne," you say sleepily as you settle under the covers. "you always take care of me, you know that?"

"i'm your primary care physician. it's my job to take care of you," he answers as he sheds his coat and hangs it in the closet.

"you're also my boyfriend, remember?" you grumble, shifting onto your side.

"no, i forgot," he replies monotonously.

you jerk your head back, shooting him a glare. him and his dry humor.

zayne remains unfazed as he joins you in bed. "you should remember this too," he murmurs your name. "you don't ever have to thank me for taking care of you." pulling the covers up to your chin, he adds, "i will always take care of you." you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it. "not because i am legally obligated to do so, but because i love you. please remember that."

you blink, taken aback by his words. it's not often you get to see zayne so honest and close to you like this. due to your busy schedules, tender moments like these are hard to come by. determined to make the most of this, you cup your lover's face and plant a kiss on his lips. indulging in the much-needed warmth your lips provide, zayne deepens the kiss, his hands finding your waist.

after pulling back for air, you throw him a cheeky smile. "thanks, zayne."

he looks at you unamused. "what did i just say?"

you laugh before shifting onto your back, ready to sleep. sparing him one last glance before you close your eyes, you say, "i love you, zayne."

"i love you too," he whispers as he watches you drift off peacefully. it doesn't take long for him to turn and reach for the pull chain on the lamp. except he notices something.

you forgot to take his glasses off.

chuckling to himself, zayne carefully removes them from your face. as much as he loves how they suit you perfectly, he wants you to be comfortable. after placing his glasses on the nightstand, he returns to your side and notices another thing: the small dents on your nose bridge left by the pads from his glasses.

unable to stop himself, your lover admires them by gently tracing his finger over them. it seems there are many ways to show that you are his and he is yours. he's delighted his glasses are one of the ways.

after finally pulling the lamp chain, zayne presses one final kiss to your forehead.

"goodnight, darling."

[astonmartinii]

day seven: (christmas) star power | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem primary school!teacher

oh how one lie can spiral

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

yourusername

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yourusername: so ummmmmmm i pulled the short straw and am in charge of the school's nativity ??? AND THEN made a comment about my 'boyfriend' charles leclerc and now the whole school and WHOLE village think he is coming to the show ...

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yourbff: are you fucking dumb ???

yourusername: YES

yourbff: you told the headmaster that your boyfriend is CHARLES LECLERC ????

yourusername: i said it in JEST

yourusername: like ooohhhh my boyf charles

yourusername: and i guess that my framed picture of him on my desk definitely didn't help ...

yourbff: you have a framed picture of him on your desk...

yourusername: it was a christmas present from my cousin 😭

yourbff: oh but why would you have it on your desk - you're a primary school teacher all those kids do is ask questions

yourusername: why are you VICTIM BLAMING SO MUCH

yourbff: because you're DUMB

yourbrother: oh they're gonna stone you when they figure out it's not true

yourusername: they should know it's not true ITS CHARLES LECLERC

yourbrother: so you're saying you couldn't just go to monaco right now and pull him? disappointing

yourusername: 1. i'm broke as fuck 2. i am me and he is he

yourbrother: ugh such a skill issue

yourbff: bro it's hit f1twt

yourusername: WHAT

yourusername: who the fuck is on f1twt from our village

yourbff: maybe it was me...

yourusername: REALLY?

yourbff: no you actual dumbass

yourusername: no but for real these people are insane detectives they're going to figure out it's me and i'm going to be CANCELLED

yourbff: lol

yourusername: fuck you.

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charles_leclerc: just a quiet christmas for the leclercs this year

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user4: because we're going to somerset right?

user5: does he know he's meant to be in somerset?

user6: does he know what a nativity is?

user7: girl he may be an f1 driver who didn't finish school but he's not THAT dumb

landonorris: why am i seeing that you're coming to my ends for christmas?

charles_leclerc: am i??? why would i want to spend even more time with you?

landonorris: first of all - rude. second of all i have literally seen posters about you coming to the village?

charles_leclerc: what is a village?

landonorris: okay mr monte carlo some of use aren't from a tax haven

charles_leclerc: also when you're this beautiful, people tend to paste your face everywhere, you can't relate

landonorris: even RUDER

landonorris: my young cousin goes to the school and is completely convinced that you're coming to the show and dating his teacher

charles_leclerc: WHAT

yourusername: oh my jesus christ

user8: and if that one girl on f1twt made it all up...

user9: would be the only good thing to come out of that place

pierregasly: what is this i'm hearing of you having a girlfriend? charles i am HURT

charles_leclerc: where are you all hearing all of this stuff?

pierregasly: twitter!

charles_leclerc: oh jesus christ

pierregasly: you've got yourself in a right mess

charles_leclerc: ME?

charles_leclerc: this is clearly the work of a downright lunatic or a lonely cat woman with FAR too much time on her hands

yourusername: oh he gagged me there

yourbff: heyyy you have a dog not a cat!

charles_leclerc: who are you people?

yourusername: NO ONE

user10: what on earth is going on

user11: and WHO is @yourusername

yourusername: NO ONE

landonorris

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landonorris: look who came to see me :)

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user13: holy....

user14: oh charles at the nativity is still so on

user15: my hopes are simply too high now good lord

user16: lowkey hoping this is all one big lie from f1twt that has managed to convince ACTUAL drivers to go to a random village

oscarpiastri: how did he get an invite to the norris house before i did ?

oscarpiastri: do my 'heart eyes' mean nothing to you?

landonorris: no babe i can explain it's for the bit

charles_leclerc: babe?

oscarpiastri: stay out of this old man

charles_leclerc: that's no way to talk to your father

oscarpiastri: my father wouldn't do such things for 'the bit" WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

landonorris: it's a joke osc

oscarpiastri: so i'm a joke to you? i see how it is

landonorris: NO THE TWITTER JOKE

landonorris: has he just put his phone on do not disturb?

charles_leclerc: he said he's going to bed (it is actually quite late in australia dude)

landonorris: how do you know that?

charles_leclerc: he replied to my text :)

landonorris: WHAT

charles_leclerc: family comes before whatever pathetic crush he has

user17: how have we gotten to this point?

user18: just smile and wave boys this is mental illness on show

charles_leclerc: you're right, having a crush on lando is mental illness

landonorris: then it's time to get your son sectioned!

alexalbon: well this has all gotten a bit serious now - can we get back to the actual reason charles is at your house?

yourusername: @yourbff oh brother this is getting TOO REAL

yourbff: to put it quite kindly you are royally FUCKED

yourusername: i might have to move to another country, change my name and get bangs :(

yourbff: NOT BANGS

landonorris: who are you people and why are you always camping out in our comment sections

yourusername: WE'RE NO ONe

landonorris: WAIT I HAVE MUTUALS WITH YOU?

landonorris: NOOOOOOOOO

landonorris: she blocked me?

yourbff

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yourbff: take a good look at her folks because i have reason to believe that if a certain someone turns up at the show she will KILL HERSELF. love you queen, rest in divadom

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yourusername: this sounds very dramatic

yourusername: but you are correct

yourusername: my life will come to a short and all round inconsequential end tonight

yourbff: it is dramatic

yourbff: but i understand queen

yourbff: your celebrity crush who you have had a parasocial relationship with for years is coming with the express purpose of embarrasing you because he believes you are a sad, sad woman who has created an elaborate lie that you're in a relationship

yourusername: well yeah that sums it up pretty well - you think you could put that on my head stone?

yourbff: i don't think we can afford that

landonorris: i can pay!

yourusername: AHHHHHHH

yourbff: AHHHHHH

landonorris: oh forgot to say but found you! we have a lot of mutual friends lol

landonorris: actually i think my mum and your mum are in the same book club!

yourusername: you're aware this is creepy?

landonorris: you're aware that pretending to be my friend's girlfriend is creepy

yourusername: THERE WAS A GROSS MISUNDERSTANDING OVER MY DESK DECOR

landonorris: sureeeeeee

yourusername: also charles isn't even the only man i have framed on my desk, i have my dog, justin from wizards of waverely place, jason kelce and marc marquez, he's just the one the old lady picked out

yourbrother: now we have actual f1 drivers in the comments, how can we get free tickets from them?

yourusername: so my impending suicide means nothing?

yourbrother: not really. i might take your car if you die

charles_leclerc: so this was all one big scheme to get tickets? there's no show ???

yourbrother: that's what you're focusing on? not that she has a whole town under the impression that you're dating some irrelevant primary school teacher?

yourusername: rude?

charles_leclerc: a primary school teacher? that's cute

yourusername: wait did you think i was just doing the nativity for the love of the game?

yourbrother: who gives a fuck he called you CUTE

yourusername: oh!

yourbrother: she passed out :/

charles_leclerc: i didn't know i had that kind of effect on people

landonorris: oh fuck off of course you do

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: met my long lost girlfriend (and most importantly her dog)

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user20: omg i do not know how to feel

user21: WHO WAS GOING TO TELL ME SHE'S THAT BEAUTIFUL

user22: i 100% thought the gal was gonna at least be in her 40s

landonorris: i guess she puts on a pretty good nativity

charles_leclerc: which kid is your cousin?

landonorris: the lobster!

pierregasly: LOBSTER?

charles_leclerc: @yourusername why was there a lobster?

yourusername: ummmm there's a lot of kids in the class and i was running out of roles? all animals are gods creations?

charles_leclerc: seems sacrilegious but it was cute <3

charles_leclerc: just like you

pierregasly: that was awful

yourusername: SHUT UP

yourusername: thank you charles :)

charles_leclerc: no worries princess x

user23: i am losing my mind ?????

user24: bro got tricked into going to SOMERSET and has actually fallen for her

user25: i mean ... look at her

yourusername: i do also have a cracking personality if i do say so myself

yourbff: oh girl you needed it after i held your hair back three times in the lead up to meeting charles

yourusername: and i will repay you somehow ???

yourbff: well.... now you've charmed a certain someone can we inquire about his pool of friends

landonorris: hi!

charles_leclerc: no not that one he's not cute enough

landonorris: you're really mean

charles_leclerc: @yourbff may i introduce my good buddy joris

landonorris: JORIS ???

charles_leclerc: well i regularly want to throttle you so i think it would be better to go on double dates with someone i actually like ?

user26: charles leclerc is the origin of the sassy man apocalypse

user27: i think the paddock was the start of it all

yourusername: i can't believe this actually happened :')

charles_leclerc: and i can't wait to see where it goes

yourusername: see you for new years pretty boy

charles_leclerc: i think i already know who my new years kiss might be

yourusername: i'm already waiting :3

fin.

note: i hope you all had a fun christmas! i had a great day with my family and am workin hard to get the rest of this series out!