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To the angel who sent in “fake dating at a wedding” — you had no idea what kind of chaos you were about to unleash. This request started as a fun trope and turned into a full-blown summer saga with soft launches, PR contracts, and a very real Jack Hughes confession under silk sheets 😮‍💨

You lit the match — I just followed the fire.

Thank you for trusting Cam’s Fic Diner with your brilliant prompt. You’re always welcome back for another round 💌

💬 “The Golden Hour Contract”

✨ Description and prompts:

Character: Jack Hughes

Prompt: fake dating for PR, athlete!reader 

Word count: ~2.1k

Type: Mixed smut/fluff 

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You were used to headlines. But never the good kind.

Tennis’s “dark darling.” The “racket-throwing riot.” Uncoachable. Cold. Impossible to brand. Your last post-match conference ended with a water bottle launched into a camera lens. Your agent nearly quit. Again.

So when you got the call — We’ve got a meeting in Jersey. Pack for two nights. Big opportunity — you assumed it was a last-ditch sponsorship fix. A new racquet deal. Maybe some lifestyle brand willing to gamble on your bite.

You did not expect to be sitting in a conference room at the Prudential Center, staring across the table at Jack Hughes.

He looked… exactly like he did in the media.

Lean, clean-shaven, collared shirt rolled up at the forearms. One chain. One dimple. Arms crossed, smile faint. Like this wasn’t the weirdest meeting of his life.

Your manager cleared his throat.

“So here’s the pitch.”

You blinked. “Pitch?”

“You and Jack,” he said, gesturing vaguely, “are going to date.”

You turned to Jack. His expression didn’t change.

“For… PR,” your manager added.

A beat of silence.

“Excuse me?” you said.

The Devils’ team rep slid a folder toward you. “Public sentiment’s down across both sides. You’re polarizing. Jack’s too clean. This is mutually beneficial. It’s… strategic.”

Jack’s voice was dry. “We take a few pictures. Couple events. Look cozy. Maybe smile at each other once or twice.”

You glared. “You want this?”

“I want the media to get off my ass about not being interesting,” he said. “And apparently, you’re chaos incarnate.”

You stood up. “Absolutely not.”

But your manager didn’t flinch. “You’ve got three fines and zero endorsements this quarter.”

“And you,” the Devils’ rep added, turning to Jack, “keep getting accused of being too soft. Too vanilla.”

Jack raised a brow. “So now I’m supposed to date a girl who threw a racquet at a ref?”

You snorted. “He deserved it.”

Jack’s lips twitched.

“And,” the rep added with venomous calm, “you’ll both be attending a wedding together next month. In Capri.”

You froze.

Jack blinked. “I’m sorry—what?”

“A destination wedding,” your agent said, chipper now. “Very photogenic. We’ve already RSVPed.”

You sat back down slowly.

Your fingers tapped the table. You looked at Jack.

He met your eyes.

Smug. Calm. Challenging.

“You game, Hughes?” you asked.

His grin spread. “Always.”

—

The press release dropped two weeks later.

BREAKING: Hockey’s Golden Boy Jack Hughes Spotted Courtside With Tennis’s Baddest Bitch

Jack Hughes’ New Flame? Fans Lose It Over PR Power Couple

Your post? A cryptic Instagram story: a pasta dish, expensive sunglasses on the table.

Caption: you wish you were invited to this dinner.

Jack reposted it.

With a heart emoji.

That’s when Quinn called.

“You’re dating her?”

Jack held the phone away from his ear. “Good to hear from you too, Quinn.”

“Jack. Be serious. You’ve seen what they write about her. She threw a racquet at a judge—”

“She’s not that bad.”

“Jack.”

“I’ve met worse.”

“Jack.”

“She makes it interesting, okay?”

A pause. Then: “This is about Lily, isn’t it?”

Jack’s jaw ticked.

“Jesus,” Quinn muttered. “You’re soft-launching a PR girlfriend to recover from a real breakup?”

Jack hung up.

Luke was worse.

He just sent a screenshot of the article with a voice note: bro… bro. Her? Seriously?

Jack deleted it without opening.

Because here’s the thing — he hadn’t been able to shake the way you looked at him that day in the conference room. Like you didn’t care who he was. Like you were two seconds away from biting his head off.

And maybe… maybe that was the whole point.

Because the media had spent months dissecting his last breakup — saying he wasn’t passionate enough, wasn’t bold, wasn’t interesting.

He was tired of being branded the sweet one. The safe one. The boring one.

So he posted the pasta story. Reposted your story. Let the storm roll in.

Let them all talk.

Let them wonder why Jack Hughes, Mr. Perfect, had suddenly gone rogue.

—

The villa was drenched in sunlight.

Capri looked fake — like someone had turned the saturation too high. Every terrace dripped bougainvillea. Every window was open, catching sea breeze and whispering silk curtains.

You stood on the marble balcony in a lemon-colored dress, sipping something bubbly, sunglasses low on your nose. You didn’t turn when Jack stepped beside you.

“You clean up,” he said slowly, “terrifyingly well.”

You let him look.

Low back. Tiny straps. Bronze skin. Tattoos catching golden hour light.

“You look like you should come with a warning,” he muttered.

“I do,” you said, sipping. “Your brothers read it out loud to you.”

Jack laughed under his breath. “They’re not over it, by the way.”

“Shocker.”

He pulled out his phone. “Quinn sent me: ‘please remind your fake girlfriend not to curse out the flower girl.’”

You grinned. “Did you?”

“I told him to worry about his own plus one.”

You turned. “He didn’t bring one.”

He met your eyes. “Exactly.”

Your heart stuttered.

It’s fake, you reminded yourself.

But then he leaned in and fixed your strap, fingers grazing your skin like he meant it — and everything fake felt far too real.

—

You made it exactly nineteen minutes into the rehearsal dinner before Jack’s hand slid to your thigh under the table.

You nearly choked on your wine.

“What are you doing?” you hissed, smile still plastered for the couple across from you.

He murmured, “Just playing the part.”

His fingers stayed there.

Warm. Heavy. Possessive.

You didn’t move.

Not even when his thumb slowly traced a circle.

Later, when you stood for pictures, he rested his chin on your shoulder like it was nothing. Like his breath wasn’t brushing your skin. Like your body hadn’t just betrayed you entirely.

Your smile for the camera was dangerous.

His? Infuriatingly perfect.

—

The suite was stunning.

Which almost made up for the single bed.

Jack raised a brow. “Seriously?”

The host had given you the honeymoon room. As a gesture.

He turned to you. “You want the right or the left side?”

You kicked off your heels. “I want sleep and zero conversation.”

“You got it, princess.”

You brushed your teeth.

He undressed.

And when you emerged from the bathroom, hair damp, skin clean, you found him shirtless, reading a book on the bed like he didn’t just ruin your night with a bare torso and low-slung sweatpants.

He looked up.

And his eyes… didn’t leave your legs.

Or your oversized tee that didn’t quite hide the shape beneath.

“Problem?” you asked.

His jaw twitched.

“Nope.”

He turned off the light.

But the heat between you stayed on full flame.

—

It’s fake, it’s fake, it’s fake.

That’s what you told yourself the next day — while you danced in the sun, smiled in designer heels, and let Jack rest a hand on your back in every photo.

That’s what you reminded yourself when people whispered “they’re kind of perfect together” and your cheeks flushed hot.

And that’s what you screamed inside your head when you saw him talking to the bride’s cousin — some blonde with a backless dress and a fake giggle — and felt your stomach burn.

You didn’t even realize you were staring until Jack looked across the garden, eyes narrowing.

He excused himself from the girl mid-sentence.

Stormed toward you.

Grabbed your hand.

Pulled you around the corner, into a hallway off the terrace, near the powder room.

The music faded.

His back hit the wall.

He pulled you with him.

“Are you jealous?” he asked, voice low.

“No,” you lied, furious.

He grinned.

You grabbed his collar.

His mouth crashed into yours.

It wasn’t slow.

It wasn’t careful.

It was everything the contract said you couldn’t do.

And it was the only real thing you’d felt in weeks.

His hands found your waist. Yours tangled in his curls. He kissed like he wanted it — like he needed it — like he’d been holding it in since New Jersey.

You moaned into his mouth.

He cursed into yours.

When you finally pulled apart, breathless, dizzy, ruined—

He said, “Tell me it’s fake now.”

You didn’t answer.

You couldn’t.

Because your hand was already unbuckling his belt.

And he was already backing you into the guest bathroom.

And the wedding music kept playing, far away — like you weren’t breaking every rule you’d signed.

—

The next morning was quiet.

You ate breakfast on the terrace.

He sat across from you.

Sunglasses. Bed hair. Barefoot.

He didn’t speak until you looked at him.

Then, calmly, softly, he said, “Stay with me. Even after the wedding.”

You blinked.

“I mean it,” he said. “Come with me to Quinn’s birthday party”

Your breath caught.

And maybe for the first time in your life — you didn’t feel like the scandal.

You felt like the story.

You land in Vancouver two days before Quinn’s birthday.

Jack insists on flying you in himself. First class. Quiet flight. Shared headphones. Champagne you barely touch.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

He doesn’t move for the entire six-hour flight.

—

The party is small.

Just family, close friends, a few Devils and Canucks teammates in vacation mode. The restaurant is candlelit, tucked in a private upstairs floor, music soft and jazzed.

You wear silk. Emerald green.

He wears black. No tie. Hair messy like he never even tried.

He can’t stop looking at you.

Everyone else tries not to stare.

Quinn gives a speech. So does Luke.

Someone clinks a glass. The cake comes out.

Jack stands suddenly. “Wait—one second.”

The whole room quiets.

He clears his throat. Nervous.

You blink.

“I just—uh. Wanted to say thanks to Quinn for being the best older brother a guy could ask for. And also—” he turns, finds your hand on the table, links your fingers like it’s instinct “—also for not strangling me when I brought her to the wedding.”

Laughter. Lighthearted groans. Quinn raises his glass with a smirk.

You squeeze Jack’s fingers under the table.

He doesn’t let go.

—

You leave early.

Too many cameras. Too much press.

Jack says he’s tired.

You say nothing.

But when he pushes you into the wall of the hotel suite, mouth already crashing into yours, you understand why he really left.

You taste champagne and heat and everything you’ve been holding in for weeks.

He pulls your dress up, hands rough. “Been thinking about this all night.”

“You mean all month,” you pant.

His laugh is low, wrecked. “Touché.”

You reach for his belt.

He catches your wrist.

“No.”

You look up, startled.

“I want to see you first.”

You blink. “You see me now.”

“No.” His voice softens, deepens. “Not like that. I want the lights on. I want to remember all of it.”

Your heart trips.

He unzips your dress slowly.

Lets it fall.

He peels it off like it’s a promise — not a distraction.

And when you’re left in nothing but your heels and breathless silence, he just stands there, jaw clenched, eyes burning.

“You’re unreal,” he says. “Like… how are you real?”

You laugh. “Jack—”

He cuts you off with a kiss. Long. Deep. Hungry.

When you reach for him again, this time he lets you.

Clothes come off in silence.

Except for the moan he lets out when you drop to your knees and taste him — slow, teasing, cruel.

He doesn’t last long.

You don’t want him to.

He tugs you up, pulls you into his lap on the edge of the bed.

“No games this time,” he whispers. “I want to be inside you. Real. No pretending.”

You nod, lips parted.

He pushes in — slow, inch by inch, until you’re full.

You both breathe hard.

He holds your face.

“This isn’t PR anymore.”

You nod again.

“I don’t want the contract. I want you.”

And then he moves.

Slow at first — maddeningly slow — like he’s memorizing every sound you make, every twitch of your hips.

His mouth finds your neck, your chest, your collarbone.

His fingers dig into your waist.

Your nails scratch his back.

“Tell me it’s real,” he begs.

“It’s real,” you say.

He moves faster.

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

He thrusts harder.

You fall apart in his arms, shaking, breathless, overwhelmed.

He follows seconds later, forehead pressed to yours, hand still tangled in your hair.

After, he wraps you in the sheets, chest to chest, heart to heart.

You lie there, tangled.

Breathing.

You think it’s over.

It’s not.

He leans up on one elbow.

Looks down at you.

And says softly, “Come to New Jersey.”

You blink.

“Stay with me. Let them talk. Let them say whatever. I don’t care if it started fake. I want you. At my games. In my house. In my bed.”

You swallow.

“Make it real,” he whispers. “Let’s do this for real.”

You say nothing.

Just pull him down and kiss him like a yes.

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Hai, Darling 😘

Since your request is open ✨

May i've a request for Jin Kazama,Lee Chaolan,Lars Alexanderson, with sexy fem reader Who has a sassy attitude, likes to tease, fem is so elegant,cheerfull and has long wavy cherry pink hair.

Sorry, if the characters I requested are too many for you. I don't see the number of character slots for your request. I'm sorry 🙏🥺

( Lee! , Lars! , Jin! ) | Tekken x Fem readers "We 'love' without reason"

❒ ⁀➷ Answer : Hi! Yes your idea is literally refreshing and don't worry about the characters! I will write as much as I can , Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy this little scribble .

❒⁀➷ Context : They don't know how they end up with you , a sassy and elegant woman . But they know having you by their side it's worth it . I also just watched 'anyone but you'! This scribble also took a lot of inspiration from that rom-com movie .

❒ ⁀➷ Request and collab is still open! ( pls do check my rules and requirements before request ) | ( slow update for now! )

Lars Alexanderson

You are a publicist, previously hired by Lee to ensure that Yggdrassil is always portrayed positively in the public eye.

Lars's the leader of the rebel army, so essentially, he's your client . You consistently offer your opinion, challenging Lars's ideas and proposing better alternatives .

He once 'awkwardly' asked you to join the rebel army but you decline . "I don't want to ruin my pink nails," you joked , that make Lars chuckle

You two grow closer as Lars's gentlemanly demeanor melts your heart, and he adores your personality. Together, you decide to take your relationship to the next level. After the defeat of G-corporation, Lars proposes to you with a bouquet of pink roses. "This flower . It remind me of you , (Y/N) . Please give me a chance to make you the happiest woman alive"

Lars decides to keep your relationship secret to the public eye, given his leadership in the rebel army and his desire to protect you. Even Lee, Alisa, or Jin are unaware of the intimacy between you two.

You're his employee in front of his work mate . He act serious and professional when he want to talk to you . But when you guy have a private moment , he take care of you like a princess . "You're my publicist in their eyes , but in private you're my princess" He said kneel down while adjusting your red heels .

LARS AND (Y/N) literally have SECRET MEETINGS , THE EYE CONTACT IN PUBLIC , SHARING HIDDEN KISSES and SUBTLY BRUSHING EACH OTHER'S HAND ( Lee was suspicious at first because Lars bought a Pink Perfume , Pink dresses and Pink roses . But Lars gave him a good excuses . )

Bonus ! ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Sweet Scenarios! ( Lars's version )

Lars leads the rebel army so his schedule is packed. He often arrives home late at night to find you on the sofa, wearing a strawberry face mask. His heart warms knowing you waited up for him.

He softly runs his fingers through your hair, whispering sweet things about you shyly. "You don't need to wait up for me. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting, my love," he says, nuzzling the side of your hair and planting a gentle kiss. "Your scent is always captivating," he whispers again. Just inhaling your sweet aroma instantly melts away his stress.

You wake up with a gasp. "Lars! You scared me, and you almost ruined my beautiful night routine" you say, readjusting your face mask that nearly slipped off. "Oh my love, I can make your night routine more...entertaining," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. You playfully slap him with your satin pillow. "Uh-huh, whatever. Where's my sushi?"

He freezes, realizing he forgot to buy you sushi, the late-night snack he promised. "Love, I... we have instant ramen at home," he stutters, gently holding your shoulders. You squint at him. "I'm on a diet" you remind him.

"It's okay! I know your rebel army is waaaaayy more important , I understand!" With a sarcastic tone , you walked away from the living room.

Unable to bear the thought of seeing your distressed eyes, he rushes to Lee's house at 2 AM just to prepare sushi for you. Luckily, Lee's place is stocked with luxurious ingredients, "Lars? What's this for?" "Sorry Lee , It's for my own satisfaction"

And by 3 AM, he manages to whip up the sushi. Returning to your shared apartment, he presents you with the sushi, apologizing, "Sorry, my love. I'll make sure this doesn't happen again." He gently takes your hand, kissing your knuckles tenderly.

"I love you , captain" you said , try to tease him and all the blood in his body rush through his cheek . "Ah? Are you blushing? Did I get the total-badass-side-character , justice-muscle-man blush?" You try to tease him for a second time .

"Ah, well... How could anyone not blush when they receive compliments from such a majestic woman like you?" He scratch his head , not looking at your eyes .

"I just want you to know that you're one of my top priority [Y/N] , You're waaaaaayy more important than my life" Lars wrapped his arm around your waist while giving you a kiss on the back of your neck .

Lee Chaolan

You're a professor at the Violet System. You're aware of his playboy reputation and his frequent outings with different girls. Sometimes, you're unsure which one is his girlfriend. Of course, one day, you catch the CEO's attention with your elegant presence.

He attempts to catch your attention, but you consistently ignore him to assert your identity. You refuse to succumb to his charm, aware that he might eventually lose interest and pursue another girl. Ironically, this only fuels Lee's desire for you. "I bought this necklace for you. I think it will look perfect on you!" he offers. "Oh? Who told you to buy that?" you tease, giving him a knowing smirk. "Um , this is not 'excellent'' He mumble , because you feel bad you just accept the expensive necklace .

"You can't leave this lab without letting me take you home tonight. sweet little thing," he insists while winking at you , okay he's little bit annoying but he knows your taste . He pick a beautiful present for a woman "Yea sure" You said "YES! EXCELLENT! Let's go!"

After a few dates, you find yourself drawn to his personality. You share many things together. Whether it's skincare, makeup, or fashion, he's always there to advise you. He knows the perfect skincare routine, the ideal makeup shades for you, and he surrounds you with new outfits that suit your style. One morning, you wake up to find yourself snuggled up with him on his million-dollar couch. It dawns on you that you've already fallen for him.

Lee surprises you by publicly announcing your relationship, declaring, "Everybody! This pretty woman over here is the love of my life!" This bold move catches you off guard, as he has never been so open about his relationship before. He also make a big deal about you , he make it completely obvious you're the one he want in his entire life . [ He also like to FLEX you in front of lars , telling lars that you're the one who design the latest armor suit ]

While you're together, you both have manicures, go to the salon, and even have shopping sprees. "We're so slay, Lee," you remark, admiring your matching vintage outfits with him. "Excellent!" Then, he takes a picture of the two of you. [ MIRROR SELFIEEE ]

After the G-Corp defeated , HE SPOILS YOU TOO MUCH . GIVE YOU A LITTLE KISS IN FRONT OF EVERYONE . ALWAYS HUGGING YOUR WAIST/HOLDING YOUR HANDS . WHISPER YOU A SWEET THINGS , TELL YOU THAT YOU'RE ALWAYS LINGERS ON YOUR MIND . HE PLAYS WITH YOUR HAIR . RANDOM WALKS WHEN YOU GUYS HAVE A FREE TIME . "Excellent [Y/N]" "Hm what? My make up? Hair? dres--" "Just you darling , Your existence" "AWEE LEE--" you smack his arm with your purse .

Bonus ! ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Sweet Scenarios! [ Lee's version ]

Lee decides to take you on a trip after his schedule is packed with war-related matters. You're relieved that he survived the war despite sustaining a slight injury. The night before your trip to Manhattan, you're patching up his injury while he looks at you with softened eyes. "I'm sorry for giving you a hard time when I was away, sweet [y/n]," he says.

"Phew! At least the world is saved," You said , Lee caressing his girlfriend's cheek. "Don't kiss me, I have a lip scrub on," she jokes. "Hm~ I know!" he replies, stopping. "Do you want to buy something before our trip, baby?" She hums, thinking about her ideas. "Let's go to the convenience store!"

Lee and you made a way to the small convenience store that was open 24/7. It was your tradition with your boyfriend, a secret adventure that you guys shared . Lee's always unserious and you adore his personality , You guys always seeking out the most ridiculous items that you guys could find.

Lee giggled as she spotted a display of neon-colored sunglasses. "Babe!, look at these! We could start a new trend!" Lee's arms wrapped around her waist from behind, surprising her. You gasped and turned, only to burst into laughter at the sight of him wearing the neon-colored sunglasses.

As you guys roamed the aisles, you guys picked up items at random, creating a pile of the most absurd things ; a rubber chicken, a glow-in-the-dark frisbee, a tiny umbrella with a pineapple pattern, and a pack of glow sticks.

You help up up box of instant noodles . "Do we need this?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. Lee covered your left cheek with a quick kiss "Well babe, you never know when a late-night noodle craving might strike!" He whispers .

"Lee , why are you buying that?" "What do you mean babe! It's good" "Both of us don't know how to cook dumbass and we're just going to eat at the restaurant---" He shuts you with a quick-kiss again and he run away with the trolley . "Lee!"

"They made their way to the checkout counter, their arms full of their strange purchases. The cashier, a sleepy-looking teenager, raised an eyebrow at their selection but didn't comment. As they walked out of the store, Lee slipped his hand into [Y/N]'s, their fingers intertwining. "I love our late-night adventures," she said softly.

"I'm glad you enjoy it , sweet [Y/N]," He replied, squeezing your hand.

Jin Kazama

You were one of Jin's juniors in high school. Whenever you passed each other, he felt an uncanny connection to you. Unbeknownst to him, your family was associated with a traditional exorcist in Japan. Jin had always had a 'slight' crush on you, but he never admitted it. He didn't want to dampen your spirit, so before leaving school to pursue martial arts, he gave you an anonymous love letter expressing his feelings towards you .

A few years have passed, and G-corp has been defeated. You continue your life as an entrepreneur. One day, you enter a coffee shop and order a double shot espresso, trying to resume your daily routine after the war. "Sorry, we only accept cash this morning," the cashier says, rolling her eyes at you. Surprised, you look back at the long queue behind you, waiting for you to pay. You don't notice Jin's presence, as it's been a long time since high school.

"Sorry I left my other cash in the car can you---" "ONE HOT CAPPUCINO FOR MR ISAYAMA" All the worker ignores you . "Honey,I told you already about this . We're not going to separate our bills anymore" Jin stepping in and pay the coffee for you . You looked at him , tilting your head trying to remember his face .

"I don't know you're such a good actor , Kazama" you give him a little tease , leaving the busy coffee shop together with Jin . Jin just stood silently while chugging his peppermint tea . "Thank you , that was nice by the way!" you smiles at him , "My pleasure" he replied shortly.

As you're about to leave, Jin stops you. "Well, this is my number. Can't leave my 'girlfriend' just like that," he says with a smirk. You're surprised, looking at him incredulously. "Oh, I didn't know this big, bulky, emo man had feelings? We'll keep in touch, big man," you reply, tapping his shoulder playfully.

From that , you guys keep in touch with each other . Then Jin confessed to you , he stand in front of your apartment with a big stuffed animal , he carries it until he reach your apartment . "Can I win your heart, [Y/N]? I hope it's as easy as winning this big bear at the amusement park. Just give me a chance," Jin says earnestly , How could you say no to that?

After that, you always teased him about his romantic gestures. He couldn't say anything but blush. "You're such a sweet and caring person, Kazama. If you had told me this before you left that school, we would have gotten together faster," you said teasingly. "Yeah… whatever," he replied, turning around to continue preparing your breakfast.

Even though Jin doesn't speak openly about his feelings for you, you can feel them through his actions. Jin embodies the idea of 'Everyone thinks LOVE is for show, but I'll DIE you in secret' . He's obsessed with physical closeness , PUTTING YOU ON TOP HIS CHEST HEARING HIS HEARTBEAT . HUGGING ALL THE TIME . You will sit on the couch and HE WILL STROKING YOUR HAIR AND KISS YOU EVERYWHERE . HE WILL BUY YOU YOUR FAVORITE FOOD/DRINKS . LEARNING EVERY SINGLE DETAILS ABOUT YOU .

He learns the art of makeup just for you, trying to buy you three different lipsticks and blushers, even though they might not be in your shade but this time it would suit you and your pink hair. He's a bit embarrassed confronting the cashier in the makeup store. "Ah, I never expected a guy with whole six-pack to come here. Is this for your girlfriend?" she asks, but Jin doesn't reply and leaves the store with all the makeup for you.

Bonus ! ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ Sweet Scenarios! [ Jin's version! ]

Jin decided have a hiking trip at his hometown with you , he want to have a graceful moment with his girlfriend . He walked ahead, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he pointed out various plants and animals along the way, his love for nature evident in every step.

You, on the other hand, trailed behind, your expression a mix of awe and annoyance. You swatted at a pesky mosquito and wrinkled your nose at the sight of a muddy puddle. "Remind me again why we're doing this?" you grumbled, trying to avoid stepping in a particularly muddy patch.

Jin grabbed your waist "Don't worry princess , it would be fine . I'm here with you" He whisper to your ear , you just squinted your eyes while looking at his face . "Jin , answer my question" You said , Jin tucked your hair gently as he looked at you with a smile . "Because nature has a way of rejuvenating the soul," he replied, his voice filled with reverence. "It's important to connect with the earth and appreciate its beauty. And I want to experience it with you . The love of my life"

"I could appreciate it just fine from the comfort of a spa," you said. Jin chuckled softly. "You always make that face when you're tired," he said, pinching your cheek. You followed him silently, a red mark on your face. Like always, he remembered every single detail about you.

"Don't worry, we'll have your first favorite cereal, the one you used to eat when you were 5," he assures you." Hm? I wonder what flavor is that?" You teased , he smirks , Knowing the answer "Cinnamon Toast Crunch" . You lose it , this man always melt you away with demeanor .

As you guys reached a picturesque overlook, Jin taking in the breathtaking view of the valley below. "Isn't it magnificent?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe while holding your hand .

You couldn't help but be moved by the beauty of the scene before her.."It is," you admitted quietly, a hint of wonder in her voice.

You sat down on a nearby rock, the silence of the morning enveloping you and Jin. "Thank you , for showing me the beauty of nature and bugs..." You said ,

Jin widened his eyes after he noticed a little bump on your arm . "Princess, are you okay? Does it hurt? Is it bothering you? Do you want to go down right now?" "Jin asks, his concern evident though he doesn't express it too obviously. "It's fine, We can have a moment before we go down to meet your mom" You said , Jin just nods agree with you .

"[Y/N]" "Yes?" . Jin coughs , try to clear his voice . "You know what else is beautiful?" "What?" "You" . And after those words, you tease him all day.

˚˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ All right reserved , written by livewithyura , why you want to copy this crap? You can reblog!

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️  Part 26 

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Fever by Peggy Lee

🎙️Passion has a way of consuming everything it touches. When the fever takes hold, all that’s left is heat, need, and the undeniable pull of instinct. But beware, my dear listeners—fevers break, and when they do, what’s left may not be what you expect.🎙️

Notes:

Holy guacamole it's the heat chapter. It's a fucking long one (heh) CW for heat associated things I need a nap.

🎵Never know how much I love you

Never know how much I care🎵

The scent hit Lucifer like a crashing wave the moment he entered the bedroom.

Sweet, intoxicating, with an undercurrent of something primal that made his alpha instincts flare to life. His eyes found Alastor immediately, the slender omega methodically sorting laundry as he leaned over their bed, seemingly oblivious to the effect he was having.

Lucifer's nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply.

There was no mistaking it now—Alastor's scent had changed, become fuller and more alluring. His mate was nearing his heat, whether or not he wanted to admit it. 

"You smell absolutely amazing today," Lucifer purred, approaching the bed with measured steps. He watched Alastor's hands falter for just a moment before resuming their task.

Alastor gave a light chuckle, not looking up from the clothes. "You always say that, you incorrigible flatterer."

"Sure I do," Lucifer conceded with a smile, "But today it's really true. You smell so…irresistible."

"Is that a hint, my dear? I'm afraid I'm rather occupied at the moment." He gestured to the piles of laundry surrounding him.

"Not a hint," Lucifer assured him, “just an observation.”

Now Alastor did look up, one eyebrow arched in amusement. “Subtlety is not your strong suit, darling.” the brunette rolled his eyes fondly, but Lucifer caught the slight quickening of his breath, the faint flush creeping up into his cheeks.

Yes, his omega was definitely affected, but was Alastor oblivious to the changes happening in his body, or was he in denial? Either way, the alpha knew he needed to tread carefully.

Alastor was fiercely independent. The idea of losing control during a heat must be terrifying him, though he'd never admit it.

Lucifer weighed his options. 

 As he watched Alastor resume his sorting with slightly trembling hands, Lucifer knew which one was not an option.

Alastor paused, a half-folded shirt in his hands. "We did 'mess around' this morning, darling. Quite thoroughly, if I recall correctly." A hint of smugness colored his tone.

Lucifer chuckled, running a hand through his golden hair. "We did. And the night before. And yesterday afternoon…"

"Are you complaining?" Alastor's voice held a note of challenge.

"You know I never would," Lucifer said softly. "Just noticing that you’ve been…pretty amorous lately."

Alastor shrugged, turning his attention back to the wash. "I hadn't noticed." 

But Lucifer caught the way his fingers lingered over the alpha's clothes, how he seemed to inhale just a bit deeper as he folded them.

 “Though I am noticing your vocabulary has suddenly expanded. What are you up to?”

“Nothing!” Lucifer said, darting around Alastor’s back to his other side.

Unable to resist any longer, Lucifer hopped up onto the bed, earning a brief glare from Alastor. 

"Careful, you'll wrinkle everything."

"Al," Lucifer said gently, "You've been acting different."

The omega stiffened. "How so?"

Lucifer chose his words carefully, especially after that blow up they had around this subject. "Well, you've been a bit…moody." Seeing Alastor's eyes narrow dangerously, he quickly added, "And I've noticed you've been eating more."

"Are you commenting on my weight now?" 

"No! No, of course not," Lucifer backpedaled. “You know I’d be crazy about you no matter what you looked like.” his gaze drifting to the piles of laundry. 

He'd have to find another approach. Alastor was far too clever to be led gently into this realization—he'd have to come to it on his own. Lucifer's eyes darted back to Alastor, who was now vigorously sorting socks.

 "Well, what are you doing right now?" he asked, feigning curiosity.

Alastor paused, his shoulders tensing slightly. "The washing," he replied, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. "Obviously."

"Yep, sorting dirty laundry on the bed," Lucifer mused, tapping his chin. "You know, it could seem like you're…nesting."

The omega's hands froze mid-fold as he whirled to face Lucifer."I am most certainly not nesting. That's preposterous," he sputtered, noticeably flustered. 

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Oh, will you stop dancing around this?” Alastor's composure cracked further. "I couldn't possibly be nearing my heat. It's autumn, for heaven's sake—and male omegas don’t have consistent heats, anyway."

"Okie dokie then," Lucifer said lightly, hopping off the bed. He stretched languidly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I see we're going to be stubborn about this whole heat thing."

"I am not being stubborn. I'm being rational." Alastor bristled.

Lucifer hummed noncommittally, sauntering around the bed. He paused behind Alastor, who had returned to his furious sock-sorting vigorously. 

🎶When you put your arms around me

I get a fever that’s so hard to bear🎵

The sound of Lucifer's hand connecting with Alastor's ass echoed through their bedroom. It wasn’t to hurt his mate, other than his delicate pride and sense of dignity. 

The omega's back went ramrod straight, a low snarl building in his throat.

"I beg your finest your pardon!" Alastor snapped, whirling to face his alpha. His eyes flashed dangerously, a mix of indignation and…something else.

"Sorry, sweetheart," Lucifer muttered, his apology dripping with insincerity. "But I need to prove a point."

Before Alastor could retort, Lucifer's hands gripped the omega's hips with startling force. He turned the taller man around, and he bent Alastor over the bed, planting a strong hand on the small of his back. Pinning him down. 

"Lucifer!" Alastor snarled, clawing at the bedspread. "What the hell are you—" His words cut off abruptly, replaced by a soft, surprised "Oh."

🎵You give me fever🎵

Lucifer's nostrils flared, drinking in the sudden spike of arousal from his mate. He could practically taste it on his tongue—sweet, exciting, and unmistakably Alastor.

But, that wasn’t the only scent he was getting.He could practically see it radiating from his omega’s bowed back. He was humiliated. And Lucifer could guess that it was coming from his omega’s very large and somewhat delicate ego. 

See, this alpha never had to be told not to smack his mate on the ass, because Lucifer had no doubt that Alastor would be indignant. 

So, the fact that he was getting slick from that and being pinned down to the bed by Lucifer’s hips without warning—no doubt Alastor felt like his body was betraying him. 

“Al, it’s okay.” Lucifer stepped back, and his keen ears catching a stifled whimper from his mate. The alpha ran a soothing hand down Alastor's spine. "You've just been a bit of a hair trigger recently, sweetheart," he murmured.

Alastor huffed, turning his head away to hide his reddish cheeks. "Now you’re complaining about how…eager I’ve been?" he asked, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

"No, of course not," Lucifer assured him quickly. “You know I’m just looking out for you, right?”

“I…know.” Alastor remained bent over the bed, resting on his elbows. His fingers curled into the bedspread, though he wouldn’t meet the blonde’s eyes. 

The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension.

"Alastor?" Lucifer's voice was soft, questioning.

"So you're not going to…well that is mortifying." The omega trailed off, swallowing hard. He ducked his head to the pile of clothes he was bent. "Well, you may have just proved your point."

“Sweetheart.” The alpha leaned over him, his chest a warm presence against Alastor's back. But instead of trying to take things further, Lucifer's voice was gentle but firm. "You’re just going into preheat…and you need to start taking your pills."

He felt Alastor shiver and stiffen like he’d been dosed with a bucket of cold water.

 The omega straightened up, though reluctance made his movements sluggish. As he settled on the edge of the bed, Lucifer pressed the birth control pill pack into his hand.

Alastor stared at the small foil package, unable to look at his alpha. His fingers trembled slightly as he traced the outline of the pills. 

"I can feel my head getting foggy already," he admitted softly, shame coloring his words.

"That happens," Lucifer assured him, his hand a comforting weight on Alastor's shoulder. "And it's okay."

Alastor winced, a new worry dawning on him. "If I'm like this before my heat even starts…" He couldn't finish the thought, fear gripping his chest at the loss of control that loomed on the horizon.

Lucifer's hand moved from Alastor's shoulder to cup his face, gently tilting it up. Their eyes met, and Alastor felt his breath catch at the intensity of Lucifer's gaze.

"I've got you," Lucifer said, his voice low and steady. "I'll take care of you, make sure your wishes are respected."

A shiver ran down Alastor's spine.

In that moment, the full weight of what was happening crashed over him. He was about to be at his most vulnerable, his most primitive. His future, his body, everything would be in Lucifer's hands.

"I've never…" he started, then paused, gathering his courage. "I've never trusted anyone to be near me during my heat."

Lucifer's thumb stroked Alastor's cheek softly. "I know," he said, his tone subdued with understanding.

Alastor looked into Lucifer's eyes. He saw nothing but warmth and determination. 

"You can trust me, Alastor." Lucifer promised

For a moment, Alastor teetered on the edge of the decision. Then, slowly, a hint of a smile tugged at his lips. "I know I can trust you," he whispered.

With a deep breath, Alastor popped the first pill from its foil casing and swallowed it down. 

Alastor's arms snaked around Lucifer's shoulders, pulling him close. Their lips met in a tender kiss that sent calmness coursing through Alastor's body. 

As they parted, Alastor bit his lower lip, a bashful expression crossing his face.

"So," he began, his voice low and slightly suggestive, "can we still…mess around?" The question hung in the air, loaded with desire and a hint of uncertainty.

Lucifer chuckled, the sound rumbling in his chest. "I‘m sorry, sweetheart. We can't risk it until those pills take effect." He stroked Alastor's cheek. “But there are plenty of other things we can do.”

Alastor's face fell slightly, a pout forming on his lips. He was surprised by the intensity of his disappointment. "Oh," he said, letting out a bitter laugh. "I can't believe I'm actually upset about not being knotted. I've never felt so…so…"

"Petulant? Demanding?" Lucifer supplied, a teasing glint in his eye.

Alastor nodded and huffed. Was this what his heat would reduce him to? A needy, whining mess?

Sensing his discomfort, Lucifer pulled him closer. "Hey, it's alright. I can handle you at your worst, you know."

Alastor looked up at him, really looked at him. 

The weight of Lucifer's words, the unwavering look in his golden eyes—it was almost too much to bear. But his, oblivious to the intensity of the moment, simply wrapped his arms around Alastor.

"I can't wait to see how ornery you get during your heat," Lucifer said with a grin, squeezing Alastor playfully.

Alastor nestled into the embrace, his mind whirling. He'd never allowed anyone to see him like this before, never mind during a full heat.

 The thought was terrifying, exhilarating, and somehow comforting all at once. As he breathed in Lucifer's scent, Alastor realized that for the first time in his life, he was glad he wasn’t alone.

♫ ♫ ♫ 

A searing heat pulled Lucifer from the depths of sleep. His eyes snapped open, adjusting to the darkness as an overwhelmingly syrupy scent assaulted his senses. 

Alastor's scent, but amplified tenfold.

🎵 Sun lights up the daytime

Moon lights up the night🎵

 As alertness fully returned to him, Lucifer became acutely aware of a warm, wet sensation between his legs.

"Al?" he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "What are you—"

His question was cut short by a muffled whimper.

Lucifer propped himself up on his elbows, looking down to see Alastor nestled between his thighs, shamelessly mouthing at his rapidly hardening cock.

"Fuck, Alastor," Lucifer groaned, because that was one of the fucking hottest things he’d ever seen in his life—still, he was expecting one of Alastor's usual quips. Instead, he was met with a desperate whine.

"Alpha," Alastor breathed, his voice raw with need. "Please."

He'd never heard Alastor beg so shamelessly. It worried him–as much as the blood rushed from his brain and right to his cock.

"What do you need, sweetheart?" Lucifer asked gently, reaching down to stroke Alastor's hair.

Alastor looked up at him, eyes glassy with lust. When he spoke again, his carefully cultivated transatlantic accent had vanished, replaced by a thick New Orleans drawl. 

"Your knot. Please."

As his mate's heat consumed him, Alastor's entire demeanor shifted. The brash and confident omega he knew was now replaced by a creature of primal urges and raw desire.

"Do you want this?" Lucifer asked gently, because he needed to know. Just one more time. Even as his mate was panting softly against his skin.

Alastor let out an uncontrolled whimper and buried his face against Lucifer's thigh, inhaling deeply. The potent scent of an aroused omega filled the air, making Lucifer feel dizzy again.

🎶I light up when you call my name

And you know I’m gonna treat you right🎵

“Lucifer…please.”

"Okay," he murmured, just reaching out to touch the omega’s shoulder.

Lucifer didn’t even have to nudge—without hesitation, Alastor rolled onto his back, eagerly spreading his legs for his alpha, revealing the slick that coated his thighs and took Lucifer's breath away.

"Fuck," Lucifer groaned, taking in the sight before him.

Gone was Alastor's usual coy smirk, replaced by parted lips and half-lidded eyes as he panted heavily with need.

Lucifer lowered himself between Alastor's thighs, inhaling deeply. "You smell divine," he murmured, before dipping his head to taste.

The first swipe of his tongue had Alastor keening back, arching off the bed. Lucifer savored the sweet omega slick, lapping eagerly as Alastor writhed beneath him.

Lucifer's tongue delved deeper, savoring the tantalizing sweetness of Alastor's heat-slick. It was like liquid honey had been stirred into his black coffee taste, coating his tongue and flooding his senses. He lapped eagerly at his omega’s pussy, reveling in the way his omega's thighs trembled against his shoulders.

Alastor's fingers tangled in Lucifer's golden hair, pulling him closer with a desperation the alpha had never felt from him before.

Soft, needy whimpers escaped Alastor's lips, a stark contrast to his usual controlled manner.

Lucifer redoubled his efforts, employing every trick he knew Alastor loved. He traced intricate patterns with the tip of his tongue, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on his mate’s clit.

He sucked harder. Feeling the way the omega’s entrance clenched desperately around nothing.

But, something was off.

Not to brag or anything, but Lucifer knew his mate well—and he was very, very good with his mouth and his tongue.

By now he’d have Alastor writhing. Teetering on the edge of coming, his inner walls fluttering and clenching. And making it all the easier for Lucifer to get him off again when he was inside him.

But now, despite Alastor's obvious arousal, he seemed unable to reach his peak.

Lucifer paused, lifting his head slightly. "You okay, sweetheart?" he asked, voice husky with desire.

Alastor whined, hips bucking up desperately. "Don't stop," he pleaded, accent thick and saccharine. "Please, alpha, more."

Frowning slightly, Lucifer resumed the eager work of his tongue. He slipped two fingers inside Alastor's slick entrance, curling them to stroke that spot that usually had Alastor seeing stars.

The omega cried out, back arching beautifully again , but still he didn't come.

Lucifer's pride took a hit. He delighted in this particular skill, on knowing exactly how to take Alastor apart with just his mouth.

He knew Alastor could be bratty when teased, that he often retaliated by deliberately withholding his pleasure just to drive Lucifer crazy.

But this was different. There was no playful glint in Alastor's eyes, no smug smirk tugging at his lips.

Just raw, desperate need.

Alastor's heat had progressed further than he'd thought. His omega wasn't being stubborn or playing games—he physically couldn't come without a knot.

The realization sent a wave of possessive desire through Lucifer. His omega needed him, needed his knot, in a way he never had before. With a low growl, Lucifer surged up Alastor's body, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

"I've got you, sweetheart," he murmured against Alastor

"Alpha," Alastor begged, his accent heavier than ever. “Need, please.”

Lucifer looked up, meeting Alastor's desperate gaze. "Tell me."

"Knot," Alastor whimpered. "Please, cher."

With a growl, Lucifer surged forward, positioning himself at Alastor's entrance. The omega’s legs spread wide and willing as the alpha sank in with one smooth thrust.

Alastor cried out in pleasure, hands fisting in the bedsheets. "Yes, yes, like that," he babbled, all trace of his usual composure gone.

Lucifer set a punishing pace, driven by Alastor's breathless pleas and the intoxicating scent of omega in heat.

His movements were rough, but each thrust elicited a muffled moan from Alastor.

Lucifer growled at the sight of his mate covering his mouth against the sounds escaping between his fingers. Alastor hadn’t held back like that since their first nights together.

“Don’t you hide your sounds from me,” Lucifer snapped. His voice was rough, harsh, clumsy—but his omega obeyed at once.

Alastor dropped his hands back to the bed, whining as he fought to keep his eyes open against the rough snap of hips.

The immediate surrender went straight to the alpha’s cock, already tingling at his knot.

“Alastor…” The alpha’s thrusts turned shallow, as he had to test this new side of his mate.

The moment he slipped free of his omega’s warmth, the brunette let out a pitiful wail.

“Spread yourself for me.” Lucifer growled.

“Yes, alpha.”

Alastor nodded, and his hands gripped behind his knees, pulling himself open, shamelessly baring his pussy as his long legs curled against his chest

Lucifer had never seen his proud omega turned to putty in his hands—eager to please and desperate for his knot. The alpha sank his cock back into his mate, moving onto his knees to deepen every thrust.

And Alastor’s whining only hushed when he was being fucked full.

As Lucifer's knot began to swell, he could feel Alastor's walls tightening around him, begging for release. He pressed in deeper, grinding against Alastor's sweet spot.

"That's it, baby," he crooned, one hand reaching down to grasp Alastor's slicked hair as the other held onto his thigh for leverage. "Take my knot. You're doing so well."

Alastor let out a high-pitched whine of pleasure and surrender, fully at the mercy of Lucifer during his heat. Like that was exactly where he wanted to be.

🎶You give me fever🎶

As they locked together, Lucifer marveled at the absolutely pliant omega beneath him.

This was when Alastor would take control, using his leverage to push his alpha onto his back, riding out the aftershocks for them both. But now, Alastor lay pliant beneath him, accepting each rock of Lucifer’s hips with only a soft moan.

Only when Alastor's eyes began to droop did Lucifer carefully maneuver them onto their sides. He stroked the darkened hair, watching as the omega drifted off to sleep, finally sated.

Lucifer was left reeling—this was nothing like Alastor when he had his wits about him.

His omega was…complicated. He always had been.

Alastor flirted and charmed as easy as he breathed, but cringed when an alpha got too close—and never let anyone touch him but Lucifer.

His omega wanted to be dominated, but never simply accepted it. He teased Lucifer to pursue him, to pin him down, and to shut him up. But he still craved control and was shameless about expressing his desires.

Alastor wasn’t afraid of pain either. He asked to be bruised. He taunted until he was grabbed. And would beg Lucifer to fuck him until he ached. But he couldn’t abide a slap or a spank. Because that was humiliating.

This side of the omega, sweet, pleading, submissive, was foreign to Lucifer. But the alpha would do everything he could to take care of his mate.

Lucifer stretched up, pressing a kiss on Alastor's forehead as he slept.

The night was far from over.

♫ ♫ ♫ 

🎶Fever! In the mornin’, a-fever all through the night🎶

The next wave hit Alastor like a freight train.

One moment he was dozing peacefully in Lucifer's arms, the next he was writhing and whimpering, consumed by an inferno of need.

His skin felt too tight, too hot. Every nerve ending screamed for his alpha's touch.

"Alpha," Alastor gasped, his voice raw and desperate. "Please, I need—"

"Shh, I know what you need," Lucifer soothed, already moving to cover Alastor's body with his own.

The alpha's weight pressing him into the mattress made Alastor keen with relief. Yes, this was what he craved—to be pinned down, claimed, taken.

Lucifer's hands slid down Alastor's sides, gripping his hips firmly. In one swift motion, he flipped the omega onto his stomach. Alastor instinctively arched his back, presenting himself shamelessly.

"Look at you," Lucifer breathed, voice thick with desire. "So eager for me."

He ran a hand down Alastor's spine, relishing the full-body shudder it elicited. Slick glistened on the omega's thighs, the sweet scent of arousal hanging heavy in the air.

Alastor had no idea what time it was. No concept of anything. The tangled, damp sheets meant nothing to him. His only thought was of being filled and fucked again.

Lucifer lined himself up, the head of his cock teasing Alastor's entrance. The omega whined, trying to push back, desperate.

With agonizing slowness, Lucifer finally sank into Alastor's welcoming heat. The omega's body yielded easily, still loose and slick from their earlier coupling.

Alastor sobbed with relief as Lucifer;s hips pressed flush against his ass. "Yes, yes, please," he babbled, all traces of his usual eloquence gone. "Need you, need your knot, alpha—"

His pleas cut off in a choked gasp as Lucifer began to move.

His pussy ached. Every part of him burned. But still, he couldn’t abide by the easy and slow pace.

He couldn’t get the words to form on his tongue, just press his hips back in the hope his mate would snap and just take.

Lucifer's hands tightened on Alastor's hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

Lucifer set a maddeningly slow pace, savoring every inch as he slid in and out of Alastor's tight heat. The omega whimpered and squirmed beneath him, desperate for more.

"Please," Alastor begged, voice muffled by the pillow. "Faster, harder…"

"Shh," Lucifer soothed, running a hand down Alastor's sweat-slicked back. "Let me take care of you."

He continued his languid thrusts, grinding deep with each stroke. Alastor's walls clenched around him, trying to draw him in deeper. Trying to get him to move. Fuck him harder.

"That's it," Lucifer purred. "You feel so good, Alastor. So perfect for me."

Alastor whined, pressing back urgently. "Only for you," he gasped.

Lucifer's hips stuttered.

He leaned down, chest pressed to Alastor's back as he nipped at the omega's ear. "Say that again," he growled.

"Only you," Alastor repeated, desperation clear in his voice, as he lifted his head, trying to be heard through the thickness in his throat. "Only ever you��no one else."

A possessive growl rumbled in Lucifer's chest. He shouldn’t…but he wanted to hear his proud omega say it. Utter things he never would when he was fully in control.

He picked up the pace slightly, but still kept his thrusts measured and deep.

"This sweet pussy is all mine, isn't it? Tell me, Al."

"Yours," Alastor moaned. "All yours, alpha. Only yours."

Something deep inside Lucifer was instictively satisfied in a way he couldn’t explain or justify. Of course he knew Alastor had been a virgin when they met—hell, he’d eased the omega through being penetrated, let alone knotted.

But that primal, possessive thing inside the alpha just…purred at hearing the words. At making Alastor confirm them.

Lucifer snaked an arm around his omega’s middle, pulling them onto their sides while he was still fucking his mate. Inked fingers finding Alastor’s neglected clit.

"No one else could make you feel this good, could they?" Lucifer murmured. "No one else knows just how to touch you, how to fuck you."

"No one," Alastor agreed breathlessly. "Just you, Lucifer."

Lucifer rewarded him with a particularly deep thrust, grinding against that spot that made Alastor see stars. The omega keened, fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Please," he sobbed. "Please, I need..."

"I know baby, I know.” The blonde settled his grip on Alastor’s hip, his thrusts hard and fast. “You can have my knot, jus…need ya to say one more thing for me.

Alastor whimpered, his head ducked. “Anything, alpha"

Lucifer's breath caught at Alastor's immediate acquiescence.

The omega's eagerness to please, his willingness to say anything, sent a thrill through the alpha. He knew he shouldn't push further, shouldn't take advantage of Alastor's heat-addled state. But the possessive urge that had been simmering all night now threatened to boil over.

When else would he hear the words he longed for in Alastor’s voice.

"Tell me you'll never let anyone else touch you like this," Lucifer growled, punctuating his words with a particularly deep thrust. "That you'll never let another alpha fuck you."

Alastor gasped, his body trembling. "Never," he panted. "Only you, Lucifer. Only ever you."

The alpha's hand tightened on Alastor's hip. "And you'll never leave me, will you? You need me too much."

For a moment, something flickered in Alastor's eyes—a brief flash of his usual self, struggling against the haze of heat.

But then it was gone, swept away by another wave of desperate need as Lucifer's fingers found his clit again.

"I need you," Alastor whimpered. "I'll never leave. Please, alpha, I need your knot."

Lucifer groaned, burying his face in the crook of Alastor's neck as he felt his knot beginning to swell. He thrust harder, faster, chasing his own release as Alastor cried out beneath him.

"That's it, sweetheart," Lucifer panted. "Take my knot. You're mine, all mine."

“All yours.”

With a final, powerful thrust, Lucifer's knot locked them together. Alastor wailed out, unrestrained, his walls clenching rhythmically as his orgasm washed over him.

As the initial intensity faded, leaving them both panting and trembling, Lucifer felt a pang of guilt. He'd pushed too far.

But before he could voice his remorse, Alastor spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I meant it.

Lucifer's heart swelled.

He lifted up, wondering if his mate was suddenly lucid post knot—but Alastor had already drifted back to sleep.

He pressed a tender kiss to Alastor's shoulder, holding him close once more.

♫ ♫ ♫ 

Lucifer crept down the stairs, wincing as a floorboard creaked beneath his feet. He paused, listening for any sign that Alastor had stirred, but the house remained silent. He sighed out a breath of relief and he continued his stealthy descent.

He should have realized his omega wouldn’t want to let him out of bed, let alone down the stairs to get him a glass of water.

Not that Alastor was holding him down or making him stay. Hell, the omega in heat didn’t seem capable.

Lucifer rummaged through the kitchen, realizing with a pang that he missed his sharp-tongued mate.

As fun as it was to see this shamelessly pliant and submissive side of Alastor, as much as Lucifer loved being able to take care of the brunette when he was most vulnerable…he missed Alastor. Missed his way with words and how easily he could step into the pieces Lucifer was missing.

It made the alpha wonder how much of the man he loved was the defenses he’d built up. The image, the affect, the voice he’d cultivated.

Shaking his head, Lucifer gathered his supplies and began the trek back upstairs. As he approached their bedroom, he heard shuffling on the other side of the door. His hand hesitated on the doorknob.

"Al?" he called softly. "You alright in there, sweetheart?"

A whimper was his only response. Taking a deep breath, Lucifer pushed open the door.

🎵Fever! I’m a fire,

 fever, yeah, I burn forsooth 🎶

The sight that greeted him made his breath catch. Alastor stood in the center of the room, naked and trembling, his eyes wild with need. Gone was any trace of the collected radio host. In his place stood a creature of pure instinct and desire.

"Alpha," Alastor breathed, his voice rough. "You left."

Lucifer set down his burdens, approaching Alastor slowly. "Just to get some supplies, baby. I'm here now."

As he drew close, the scent of Alastor's heat hit him like a fresh tidal wave. Lucifer swallowed hard, fighting to maintain control.

"What do you need?" he asked gently, reaching out to cup Alastor's face.

Alastor leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. "You," he whispered. "Only you."

Fuck, he missed the mouthy omega that would tell him exactly what to do.

This heat stricken omega couldn’t manage full sentences, let alone give the graceful teasing and taunts that let Lucifer know exactly what he needed.

Lucifer's breath caught as his mate suddenly dropped to his hands and knees in the middle of their bed, baring his neck in a submissive gesture that was entirely unlike Alastor.

The alpha felt a jolt of arousal and awe at the sight.

Alastor's lithe form trembled as he presented himself shamelessly to be mounted, his brown skin flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. The omega's chest heaved with ragged breaths. His slender back arched beautifully, dipping low to thrust his hips higher.

Lucifer's eyes raked over the enticing sight of his mate's exposed pussy. Alastor's thighs were slick and shiny, coated in a mixture of his own arousal and Lucifer’s come. His entrance clenched around nothing, puffy and swollen from use but still desperate to be fucked again.

A low whine escaped Alastor's throat as he shifted restlessly, spreading his knees wider in blatant invitation. His entire body radiated need, from his quivering limbs to the way his fingers curled into the bedding.

"Al…" Lucifer breathed, stunned by this uncharacteristic display. 

Alastor turned his head, peering back at Lucifer with half-lidded eyes dark with lust. His lips were bitten red and parted as he panted softly.

"Please," Alastor breathed, voice rough and accent thick. "Need you, cher."

Lucifer had never seen his proud, composed omega so vulnerable and exposed. A part of him knew he might never witness this side of Alastor again once the heat passed.

“I know, sweetheart.”

Setting the supplies aside, Lucifer's gaze traveled over Alastor's form. The omega was dripping with slick—Alastor would be mortified by such a mess. The fact that he seemed oblivious, showed how far gone he was.

"Please," Alastor whispered, his voice hoarse. "Alpha, I need."

Lucifer knelt on the bed behind him, running soothing hands over Alastor's hips. Just to have the omega cant his hips back to him, every inch of his body begging.

"Shh, I've got you," he murmured. "But sweetheart, you never want to be knotted like this. Are you sure?"

Alastor merely wiggled his hips in response, a needy whine escaping his throat. "Knot…please…need it…"

Lucifer hesitated, torn between desire and concern for his mate's wishes. "Al, when you're yourself again—"

"Now," Alastor pleaded, pressing back against him.

Lucifer gently eased his cock—perpetually hard these last days—into his omega.

Alastor let out a sigh of relief as he was mounted, some of the rigid tension easing from his muscles.

He looked back over his shoulder, and Lucifer saw every wall taken down and every barrier broken away. A silent conversation of pure vulnerability and trust.

"I've got you, Alastor," Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with emotion. 

He pressed one hand firmly onto Alastor's nape, grounding the omega as he slowly entered him. The omega’s breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips.

"Lucifer," Alastor gasped, thrilling the alpha just by saying his name for the first time in days through the haze of his heat. "Please…"

"You're everything to me, Al," Lucifer whispered, his movements smooth but purposeful. "Everything."

Alastor's only response was a breathy whimper, his body trembling beneath Lucifer's touch.

There was no point in holding back. Alastor couldn’t come, couldn’t even rest, until he was knotted. And the alpha’s body was only too eager to respond. Locking them together with a sharp thrust that had his omega quivering and mewling around his knot.

Alastor sank into the bed, body gone lax, and seemingly perfectly content to have his alpha’s weight on top of him.

Lucifer groaned, exhausted, lazily pressing his lips to Alastor’s shoulder blade, drawing a hand up his side. Feeling the sweat still clinging to his skin. He hummed, carefully going to shift them onto their sides, to hopefully get a little sleep before the next wave.

"Don't go," Alastor murmured. clutching to Lucifer’s hand around his middle, his voice was barely audible. "Stay. Please stay."

Lucifer's heart swelled at the naked vulnerability in Alastor's tone. His omega, usually so independent and aloof, was pleading for closeness. How could he deny such a request?

"Alright, sweetheart," Lucifer soothed, settling back down and pulling Alastor close. "I'm not going anywhere."

As they lay entwined, Lucifer stroked Alastor's back, marveling at this rare, unguarded version of his mate. He knew that when the heat passed, Alastor might be embarrassed by his neediness. But for now, Lucifer would cherish every moment of this intimate connection.

♫ ♫ ♫ 

The next morning, saw Lucifer’s attempt at cleaning them up fail spectacularly. And an uncomfortable knot over the edge of the bathtub, water still running and sloshing over them both.

Alastor hummed contentedly, unconcerned with their awkward position. Or the bruises they were both sure to have after this.

🎶Fever isn’t such a new thing

Fever started long ago🎶

Later, in the kitchen, Lucifer stirred the pot of gumbo, the rich aroma filling the house as he heated the meal Alastor had prepared before his mind had been replaced with nothing but heat. He'd barely taken two steps from the stove when Alastor's arms snaked around his waist, the omega's chest pressed flush against his back.

"Alastor, sweetheart," Lucifer chuckled, "I can't cook if you're attached to me like this."

Alastor nuzzled into Lucifer's neck, inhaling deeply. "Smells good," he murmured, though it wasn't clear if he meant the food or his alpha. Though for him, that was almost a full sentence.

Lucifer turned in Alastor's embrace, cupping his face. "You need to eat, sweetheart. Your body needs fuel."

But Alastor's glazed eyes were fixed on Lucifer's lips. "Need you more," he whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

Lucifer indulged him for a moment before gently pushing him back. "Food first, then we can—"

His words were cut off as Alastor ground against him, a needy whine escaping his throat. Lucifer's resolve crumbled.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, lifting Alastor onto the kitchen table. "But then you're eating, understood?"

Alastor nodded eagerly, spreading his legs invitingly. Lucifer had barely managed to get his mate to wear a scrap of clothing—and as much as he loved that deep red dressing gown—the satin fell open with even less resistance than the omega’s thighs.

As Lucifer pushed into him, Alastor's head fell back, a sound of pure relief escaping him. "Alpha," he breathed, clinging tightly.

Lucifer set a steady pace, one hand braced on the table, the other holding Alastor close. "I've got you, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing kisses along Alastor's jaw.

It didn't take long before Lucifer's knot began to swell, locking them together. Alastor shuddered through his release, collapsing against Lucifer's chest. And the alpha hoped the kitchen chair could support them both.

As they caught their breath, Lucifer reached for the bowl he'd managed to dish out earlier. "Now," he said firmly, "you need to eat."

Alastor made a soft noise of protest, but Lucifer was insistent. "Just a few bites, love. For me?"

Reluctantly, Alastor allowed Lucifer to feed him, his heat-addled mind slowly clearing just enough.

"There we go," Lucifer praised, relief evident in his voice. "That's my good omega."

Lucifer gazed at Alastor's flushed face, a mix of adoration and concern in his eyes. While he cherished these moments of vulnerability, a part of him yearned for the sharp wit and fiery spirit that defined his mate.

"I never thought I'd say this," Lucifer mused, stroking Alastor's hair, "but I miss your sass, darling."

Alastor merely nuzzled closer, still lost in the haze of his heat.

♫ ♫ ♫ 

🎵They give you fever

When you kiss them, fever if you live and learn

Fever! 🎶

Several days later, Alastor found himself on his hands and knees in front of the fireplace, sweat glistening on his skin and bruises marking his heated body…

As he scrubbed the living room floor with vigorous determination.

The scent of bleach mingled with the lingering sweetness of his heat, nearly making him nauseous with the effort to finally get it clean.

"Lucifer," he called out, his voice hoarse but regaining its usual crisp tone, "have you finished in the kitchen yet?"

"Almost done, sweetheart," His alpha called back. "Just wiping down the counters."

Alastor sat back on his heels, surveying the room. His normally impeccable hair was disheveled, and he wore an oversized shirt that hung off his frame—after Lucifer’s scent had saturated for a fe hours. "I can't believe the mess we made," he muttered, more to himself than his mate.

"Well, heat can do that to ya," Lucifer chuckled from the kitchen.

Alastor felt his cheeks burn.

"Yes, well," he cleared his throat, plucking at his clothes, "let's just focus on getting everything back in order, shall we?"

He returned to his task, scouring with renewed vigor. The physical activity helped ground him, slowly chasing away the last tendrils of heat-induced fog from his mind.

"Sweetheart," Lucifer's voice drifted from the kitchen, "don't wear yourself out. We can always finish cleaning tomorrow."

Alastor paused, realizing his arms were wobbling slightly from the effort. "I suppose you're right," he conceded, reluctantly. "I just…I need things to be normal again."

Lucifer appeared in the doorway, and the omega glanced up at him—only to drop his eyes once again, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

“It’s okay, Al. It’ll work its way out of your system soon enough.”

“Not soon enough.” Alastor murmured, folding his arms over his chest.

“Sweetheart…let’s take a break—” the look on the brunette’s face must have given him away. Because he was struggling to control everything about his body in the wake of his heat. “Just for a minute.” Lucifer soothed.

Alastor tried to resist, to remain stubborn with the set of his jaw…but he sighed out his exhaustion. And finally nodded, allowing Lucifer to help him to his feet and guide him to the couch.

He felt a surge of gratitude for his alpha's unwavering support.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for everything."

Lucifer pressed a kiss to his mate’s shoulder as he leaned back into the cushions, his inked arms curling around Alastor’s middle. Obviously intending to hold him still if the omega was going to continue being stubborn.

Alastor leaned into Lucifer's embrace for a moment, and he did try to relax.

But he hunched forward, his brow furrowing as memories from the past few days flooded his mind. Nearly throwing the pillows onto the still damp floor.

"My heats have always been a sweaty blur," he said quietly, his voice tight. "But this time…I remember everything. Every humiliating detail."

Lucifer ran his hands down Alastor’s arms carefully, because the omega couldn’t hide his obvious distress. "Al, it wasn’t—you shouldn’t be embarrassed."

"Shouldn’t be embarrassed?" Alastor scoffed, whirling around. "I’m not embarrassed. I’m mortified, Lucifer. I was…I was…" He trailed off, unable to voice the shame that burned within him.

"You were just, in that more, instinctive, side of yourself ," Lucifer fumbled with the words as he tried to soothe.

Alastor shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Oh yes, the wanton whore side of myself."

"Alastor." Lucifer’s tone was admonishing behind him.

"I begged you," Alastor interrupted, “repeatedly, to knot me in front of the fireplace? In the den?"

Lucifer's lips twitched, fighting a smile. "Well, if we're being technical, you didn't so much ask as drag me over and shove me down."

Alastor groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Oh, good Lord."

"Easy for you to say," Alastor retorted, a hint of his usual sharpness returning. "You weren't the one debasing yourself."

"No," Lucifer agreed, his tone gentle. "But I was there, and I didn’t see anything as awful as you’re remembering.” He chuckled, the way he did when he was trying to talk the omega down. “Hell, I thought you were gorgeous. Your every whimper and whine."

Alastor felt his face flush. "That's not helping, darling."

“Sorry…” Lucifer licked over his bottom lip. "It was just the heat talking. You know that, right?"

Alastor peeked through his fingers, meeting Lucifer's concerned gaze. "I suppose," he mumbled, not entirely convinced. “I’ve just…never felt so out of control.”

"What I mean is," Lucifer continued, "I never once thought less of you." Lucifer said softly, drawing his fingers through his hair, still trying to ease him. Lucifer insisted, gently prying Alastor's hands away from his face. "What happens during a heat doesn't define you. I love you—all of you—no matter what."

Alastor sighed, allowing himself to be pulled into another embrace. "I know," he whispered, his voice muffled against Lucifer's chest.

His fingers trailed over the marks left along his legs. He could almost feel the ghost of carpet burn on his palms and knees, a physical echo of his bared vulnerability.

Suddenly, a wave of heat crashed over Alastor, stealing his breath.

"Oh no," he gasped, gripping the edge of the sofa. "Not again, I thought it was fin—" His words dissolved into a needy whine. "L-Lucifer," his voice trembled.

Everything in him wanted to bend over the couch for his alpha and even the thought had slick rushing between his legs. But even as his body demanded satisfaction, his mind recoiled.

“Baby, it’s alright.” The blonde cooed, holding Alastor to his chest, even as the omega sank forward to press his forehead to his alpha’s thigh. “Just tell me what you need.” his hand a comforting weight on Alastor's lower back.

Alastor bit his lip, torn between desire and shame. "I've never felt so…so…"

"Shh," Lucifer soothed, bending to press a kiss to Alastor's nape. "None of that. Just let me take care of you."

Swallowing his pride, Alastor whispered, "I need to be knotted. Please." he admitted, unable to meet Lucifer's gaze. “Just, do it quickly. I’m knees hurt.”

Lucifer's heart ached at the vulnerability in Alastor's voice. He knew how much his proud omega hated feeling out of control.

"Of course, sweetheart," Lucifer murmured, his voice low and soothing.

With gentle hands, he eased Alastor onto his side on the couch. Lucifer settled in behind him, spooning the omega's trembling form. One arm wrapped securely around Alastor's waist while the other carefully lifted his leg, opening him up. Making him shiver again.

"Is this okay?" Lucifer asked softly, pressing a tender kiss to Alastor's shoulder.

Alastor nodded, unable to form words as another wave of heat washed over him. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but Lucifer's solid presence at his back grounded him.

Lucifer took his time, despite Alastor's plea for speed. He entered his mate with aching slowness, savoring the soreness he felt as the alpha’s cock slid inside him. Alastor's breath hitched, a whimper escaping his throat.

"Shh, I've got you," Lucifer soothed, nuzzling against Alastor's nape. "Just relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."

He set a lissome pace, each thrust deep and purposeful. The position allowed him to hit that spot inside Alastor that made him see stars, while still holding him tight.

The soreness…was exquisite. He could feel days of being fucked and knotted full. And it lit up his senses like fireflies in the dark.

Making him feel alive, and aware, for the first time in a week.

Alastor's hand flew up, gripping Lucifer's arm tightly as pleasure-pain coursed through him. "Lucifer," he gasped, voice thick with need.

"That's it, baby," Lucifer crooned, his lips brushing against Alastor's mating gland. "You're doing so well. So perfect for me."

He peppered kisses along Alastor's neck and shoulder, tasting the salt of his skin. His free hand roamed Alastor's body, pushing the ends of the shirt apart to touch his heated skin.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Lucifer murmured between kisses. "You're beautiful like this."

Alastor shuddered, torn between enjoyment and persistent embarrassment. "I-I can't help it," he admitted, face buried in a throw pillow, voice barely above a whisper.

"I know, sweetheart," Lucifer reassured him. "And that's okay. I love you—all of you. The prim and proper performer, and the needy omega in heat. Even the dark parts of you."

His words seemed to break something in Alastor. The omega let out a choked sob, pressing back against Lucifer with shameless need.

"I've got you," Lucifer encouraged, increasing his pace slightly. "You're safe with me."

Alastor's walls clenched around him, drawing a groan from the alpha. He could feel his knot beginning to swell, catching and locking them together.

Alastor's breath hitched as Lucifer's knot swelled inside him, tying them together. The initial wave of desperate need ebbed, replaced by a deep, satisfying fullness. He allowed himself to relax, melting back against Lucifer's chest as they settled onto the sofa.

Lucifer's arms encircled him, strong and secure. "How are you feeling?" he murmured, nuzzling Alastor's neck. "Not too sore, I hope?"

A wry chuckle escaped Alastor's lips. "Darling, in the interest of being explicit and articulate now that I can be…" He paused, savoring the delicious pain that permeated his body. "You have no idea how much I enjoy being made to ache by you."

Lucifer's chest rumbled with pleased laughter. "Is that so?" His hands roamed Alastor's body, gentle yet possessive. "I'm glad to hear it."

Alastor tilted his head, meeting Lucifer's gaze. "You needn't worry. I trust you implicitly."

Something shifted in Lucifer's expression, a tenderness that made Alastor's heart skip. The alpha tightened his embrace, pressing his lips to Alastor's temple.

"Al," Lucifer began, his voice low and earnest. "I want to…know all of you. I hope you know that."

Alastor tensed slightly, vulnerability warring with the comfort of Lucifer's arms. "Even the parts that are…less than decorous?"

"Especially those parts," Lucifer assured him. "You don't have to be anything other than yourself with me."

A lump formed in Alastor's throat. He'd spent so long cultivating his image, hiding his true nature. To be seen, truly seen, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I suppose," he sighed aloud, "that if one must bare their soul, it might as well be to their mate."

Lucifer's arms tightened around him. "That’s all I ask."

Alastor closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the unconditional acceptance. For once, he didn't feel the need to deflect with a witty retort or maintain his carefully crafted facade.

Here, in Lucifer's arms, he could simply be.

🎶What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn🎵

🎙️"Well, ain’t that a kick in the head? Dean Martin’s ‘Ain’t That a Kick in the Head’ is up next, and the game has just changed." 🎙️ PLEASE NOTE: after this chapter, this story gets very dark. There will be blood, assault, murder, and death, As I said, part 2 has a bittersweet ending. But this is a romance and the series has a happily ever after. And they're gonna earn it XD

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[hisomachiweek]

Hi!♡ I'm VERY painfully aware that I'm SO damn LATE and that Hisomachi week/day is over 🌸 but I have a few questions if you'd be so kind as to answer them☺️ 1: the way it sounds TO me it's like Hisomachi week is a team? Is it one or more people?✨ You don't have to answer if you're uncomfortable lol🎐 2: Are you planning to make another Hisomachi week/day? And 3: since I see you as the Leader of 🃏🧵✨ Hisomachi ✨🧵🃏 I was wondering would someone else like me be able to make a Hisomachi week/day??🍓 Anyway ty for your time enjoy your day 🍡🍒🍭💮🌸🥰

Hello!!! ✨

Of course I can answer them!

1: Nope, I organized the events on my own. Since it is a tiny ship with just a few shippers - and even less people willing to create content - personally, I didn't see the need to find more people to help.

2: Planning? Not at the moment, no. My focus has been on other things right now. It can always go back to HxH in the future (it happened before), but I don't think it's gonna happen anytime soon.

3: lol You're too kind, but in a fandom there's no such thing as a leader of a ship, or a leader of a character, don't worry. I appreciate the question, tho. You, or anyone else, are free to host any HisoMachi event, including HisoMachi Week and Hisomachi Day. I think it's a bit too late to run a Hisomachi Day this year because it's 3/4 and one week is not enough to spread the word and for creators to post their works, but the Week can happen anytime, so I would suggest you focusing on it instead.

Tell me if you're serious about it. It is challenging, ngl. As I said, not many people are willing to create content for this ship, unfortunately. But there's always someone here or there and you may reach that shy shipper who just needed a little encouragement to write or draw something. Who knows. If you love the ship, it is worth it.

[cherimoyatea]

Hello! I'm writing you anonymously out of embarrassment because the subject is quite sensitive for me. You don't need to reply, I just want to share with you the comfort that your words answering a post accusing people who receive a high % of AI content in the quillbot detector gave me (note that I say people who receive a high %, not people who actually use AI…).

I'll tell you my case. I'm a person who has always liked English a lot, but I'm not a native. I'm not a native by a long shot. I've recently found myself in a very stressful period of my life and I've found a lot of comfort writing fanfiction and sharing it in this community. I don't publish in my original language because it would mean reaching a very small community, and it's a real challenge for me to do it in English and that way I learn a lot.

The thing is that I write in the following way: I write ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING in my language. Then I translate with google translator (pretty dull), and I use chatgpt to look up single words. Yes. I search in chatgpt. Because for me, it's not so clear if scowl is more aggressive than frown, and I need that help. But the help I ask for is that, some vocabulary. I have never, ever asked for help to create the story itself. In fact, each fic takes me a lot of time and work. I've spent up to a month editing some because I'm a perfectionist.

When I saw the post yesterday criticizing ai, I launched the bot out of curiosity… and when I received percentages of between 25-50% on some fics, I started to cry. How was it possible that after all the work behind it, that tool makes me feel like a fraud? I thought about deleting everything. I was ashamed and thought about deleting my tumblr account… and then, I saw your post. And I understood many things.

So, THANK YOU.

PS: I'm using Google Translate right now :P

Hello Annonie!

First of all, thank you so much for reaching out and sharing your feelings with me. I'm so sorry to hear that you cried and even thought about deleting your blog. There is nothing wrong with using tools to improve your English or to check your grammar and sentence structure.

You did nothing wrong 🫂

People need to understand that these AI detectors, including Quillbot, are easy to manipulate and can be easily confused by a combination of factors, such as typos, commas, non-native writing patterns and so on...

Even Quillbot itself includes a disclaimer on their page, stating that their detector is not 100% reliable so please don't think too much about the results it gives you.

There's a huge difference between 25-50% and 50-80%

But this is exactly why @chaos-in-deepspace and others need to reconsider their approach to this subject. They're effectively harming people's mental health under the guise of spreading awareness. Even if unintentionally. (I tagged you to have a look at this, not to call you out, mind you).

In fact, you are not the first person to reach out to me about this. My inbox is flooded with messages from users who are terrified of being falsely accused, and my heart goes out to each and every one of you.

I'm sharing this publicly now because you wrote me anonymously; I hope that's okay.

For clarification: I'm not enabling AI writers. This is a matter that should be discussed, but not by throwing people under the bus.

Anyway.

Annonie, if you're reading this: Please promise me you'll take care of your health, alright? Log out, spend time with loved ones, do something that feels good to you. And if you feel like talking, you can always reach out to me anonymously 🩷✨

Remember: This is not the real world. This is just the internet, with a bunch of strangers sharing their insights on a game that's supposed to be fun.

Don't stop doing what you love. Share your stories, keep working on improving your English skills. You don't need to be perfect; just be patient with yourself, and someday you won't even need to rely on translators. 😊

Love, Cheri 🍒

[elixirfromthestars]

I saw the prompts and immediately knew I was going to be blown away and obsessed 🤭💗💗 I was so ready to be embraced by the fluffy goodness 💖💖💖

I love how they were introduced like who doesn’t love, love at first sight?? 💖 They’re both so smitten it’s so cute!! 🥹❤️ Shoutout to both Bruce and Natasha because they are the bestest friends to ask for!!! I loved how supportive they were throughout the story in getting Tony and Angel together 🫶🏼

I need to know who broke Tony’s heart??? Because what do you mean heart ripped out and stepped on?!?! 😨 Like excuse me I have a few words for them so please point me in the direction of the perpetrator(s) 😠‼️

A first kiss at a kissing booth is the perfect set up 🤭💋 And I just love that both Natasha and Bruce did so much meddling for their best friends 🩷✨ Angel and Tony’s first kiss was written so beautifully and it was so adorable how he wanted to hold her hand for the second one to make sure it was really happening 🥺❤️❤️ And on top of that he asks her on a date right after, too cute!!!! 💖💖💖

Tony planning the perfect date and asking Natasha for help was so sweet 🥺❤️ He’s so smitten it’s so endearing!! 🩷🩷 (and writing Angel’s initials in a little heart ahhhhhh 💘)

I love Auntie June and appreciate all the extra cookies she gives, what a sweetheart 🍪❤️

"Angel, you have something- here, let me help you," Tony says as he spots a hot chocolate mustache. Instead of reaching over to remove it with his hand, he leans over the table and kisses you softly, setting your cheeks on fire as he does, your eyes slipping shut. A small sigh escapes when he pulls away, as you would have liked for the moment to last much longer.

^ Stooooooop, making me blush over here 🤭❤️❤️ These two are so adorable omg 💕💕

A PRINCESS NEVER PAYS FOR HER MEALS I— 🫠❤️❤️

"I want you to be mine, Y/N. You make me fantasize 'bout you, and you smell so sweet, like freshly picked daisies.Each time I'm around you, I get intoxicated by the love I feel for you, and I can never get enough of you, your smile, and your kisses. You live rent-free in my head, and I want - no, need you to be mine," he says as he looks into your eyes, where tears are brimming on your waterline. "I want that too, Tony. I'm yours; l've always been yours," you tell him before capturing his lips again, a giggle escaping as he does. You've been waiting for this moment for years, and it is even better than you could ever have imagined. The universe has finally aligned so that your biggest dream - being Tony's girlfriend - has finally come true, and you couldn't be happier about it.

^ Their confessions were beautiful and sweet and the cutest and the way you incorporated the song lyrics into it was the cherry on top 🍒❤️❤️

I’m so excited to see what’s next for these two 🥹❤️ I’m also so happy that my writing challenge was able to inspire this second beautiful story 🥹🩷🩷 Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it with us 🫶🏼✨

The Only One For Me || Part 1

PAIRING || College Student!Young!Tony Stark x College Student!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 7.5K 

SUMMARY || You and Tony have been crushing on one another since the beginning of your time at college, but it’s not until he gets to kiss you during a kissing booth that he finally gathers the courage to ask you out on a date. Once he’s picked you up for said date, he can’t stop telling you how he feels about you, and and he also wants nothing more than to kiss you every chance he gets.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || College AU. No powers AU. Young Tony Stark AU. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Love confessions. Sexual tension.

A/N || This story has been brought to life by none other than my bestie and the most amazing human to be walking on the earth right now: @ccbsrmsf1. From working out the idea to listening to my endless thoughts and additions and proofreading to top it all of, I’m forever grateful for you and your support. Eu te amo 🤍

A/N 2.0 || This is written for @elixirfromthestars's writing challenge! The prompts used in this story are College AU - Saying I love you for the first time - I'm only doing it because you're cute - Could you hold my hand? - “Make me fantasize, 'bout you baby. And you smell so sweet, like fresh-picked daisies.”

EVENTS @anyfandomfluffbingo || Upperclass/Lowerclass

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

It's a beautiful spring day in New York City as you walk from the dorm you share with your best friend and classmate, Natasha Romanoff, to the day's first lecture. You only have half a day of classes, so you will sit on a terrace somewhere this afternoon and spend some much-needed quality time together. Over the past three years, you and she have formed a strong bond unlike any other, and you're fortunate to call her your best friend, even if she spends more and more time with her boyfriend, Bruce, lately.

During those same three years, you have also developed a major crush on Bruce's best friend - the shy, sweet, and soft-spoken Tony Stark. Even though you both follow the same course to get an engineering degree, you're in different classes, meaning you don't get to see each other as often as you'd like. The first time you met Tony during freshman year is a moment you'll never forget, as it's been engraved in your memory as the best night of your life so far.

"C'mon, let's go dance!" Natasha yells over the loud music, and you agree after pouring yourself another drink in one of the red cups. While you're usually not much of a party-goer – instead, you'd much rather sit in your dorm and read – she managed to convince you to come along, and that's how you find yourself amidst a large crowd of college students as they're partying the night away.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the party, Bruce is trying to get Tony to loosen up a little, too. He's always very shy and introverted, but he wouldn't say no to his best friend for anything, which is how he found himself at this party, holding a cup with something he couldn't pronounce in it. It tastes fine, so he takes small sips and watches the crowd afar.

"Come on, we should go to the dancefloor! I heard Natasha is going to be here, and she will bring a friend," Bruce said, trying to convince his friend. At the thought of Bruce and Natasha seeing each other, he can almost feel his eyes roll back, as they've been running circles around each other for a while, but neither of them has done anything even though they're attracted to each other.

"Fine. But if you leave me alone and go somewhere with Natasha instead, I'm leaving," Tony grumbled. Bruce was just happy he got to see Natasha again, and to have his best friend tagging along is always a nice bonus. What Tony did not anticipate was seeing you. In his 19 years on the planet, he has never seen someone as naturally beautiful as you - very light make-up, simple jeans, a black tank top, and a smile that outshines even the brightest stars in the night sky. For Tony, it is love at first sight.

"Nat!" Bruce says as he approaches her with a significant smile, Tony following close behind. You also turn around at the mention of your friend's nickname, and even though your eyes first land on Bruce, you quickly cross gazes with someone who you've never seen before but whose handsome features and broad physique have your body on fire, even though you don't even know who it is.

"Nat, Y/N, I want you to meet my best friend, Tony." As he's being introduced, a red blush appears on his cheeks, and he raises his hand awkwardly as his way of greeting. As you look at the sight that unfolds in front of you, you can't help but smile as the dormant butterflies in your stomach slowly start to wake up - you haven't felt this way in a long time, but you're not complaining.

As the evening progresses, Natasha and Bruce are expectantly busier with each other than anyone else at the party. Still, you and Tony get along quite well, and the drinks keep flowing. While neither of you is drunk, the alcohol certainly helps you both to loosen up and now you're dancing together without a single care in the world. The way his hands feel on your body has your insides set on fire, and with every move against his body, you're starting to have more and more fun.

From that night on, whenever there's a party, you and Tony tend to gravitate towards each other, always ending up dancing. While the dancing is often very innocent, it can also turn to some of the hottest grindings, leaving you both breathless and wanting at the end of the night, though neither of you has ever managed to gather the courage to take things a step further.

As you walk through the halls on your way to the lecture, you're so engrossed in your conversation with Natasha that you fail to notice the wall of muscle in front of you, causing you to bump into it. However, before you can even think about what's going on, you feel strong arms catching you, and you're immediately looking up to see who saved you from even more embarrassment than you're already feeling.

"Steady there, Angel," Tony says softly, your insides melting like butter as he does with a flush on his cheeks. Of all the people you could have bumped into, it has to be the man you're harboring a major crush on. As you're steadying yourself, you're suddenly very aware of the closeness and how gentle his grip is on your arms, and your cheeks are heating up right along his.

"I-I'm sorry for bumping into you," you say shyly before grabbing your bag from the floor, already missing how his hands felt as they held onto you.

"Oh, uhm- it's okay," Tony says as his hand rubs the back of his neck, the redness of his cheeks intensifying as he looks at the floor. For once in his life, he wishes he would get over it already and tell you how he feels, but each time he even comes close to doing so, he changes his mind again, though the universe will have an entirely different plan for you soon.

When you've straightened yourself out, it's time to continue to class, and Natasha can't stop talking about what just happened - or, more specifically, what didn't happen not too long ago.

"You should have done something to thank him! You should have kissed him on the cheek!" she almost shrieks with excitement, and you give her a shove, letting her know you disagree with that statement. While you would love nothing more than to kiss him - even if it's 'just' on the cheek -you also know it's not something you would do in a million years.

"Girl, are you sure you aren't out of your mind? Because I'm starting to think I should maybe sign you up for some therapy," you say jokingly, and Natasha can't help but laugh at your comment.

"Well, I'd rather stay with you if that's okay. And I would miss Bruce too much if you put me into therapy," she says, and this time it's her turn to blush. The color of her cheeks is seriously rivaling the redness of her hair at the mention of her boyfriend, even though they've been together for almost two years now. You also long to have their love, and secretly, you're jealous each time you see how happy they are together.

"I'd be happy to have you stay, Nat. Life would be very boring without you," you tell her, and she nods in agreement as she walks into the lecture hall, picking a place somewhere in the middle with you. Meanwhile, as you get comfortable, Tony and Bruce also discuss what happened.

"Why didn't you do anything?! You should have offered to carry her bag and walk her to her class," Bruce tells his best friend as they wait in line for coffee. Their lecture doesn't start for another fifteen minutes.

"Dude, nobody does that anymore! And if they did, I'm sure she would have laughed at me if I'd even offered to do one of those things," Tony mumbles, but he couldn't have been further from the truth. You would have loved it if he had done it because it meant spending just a few more minutes together.

"I'd disagree with that, but that's a topic for another moment. Honestly, that girl is head over heels for you, and you've told me you feel the same, so why don't you do anything about it? It's dripping off you both, man!" he says, clapping his best friend on the shoulder to emphasize his point.

"I- I don't know. I guess I'm afraid she will reject me, and I've been through that too many times already. I'm tired of getting my heart ripped out and stepped on over and over again," Tony admits somberly, making Bruce's entire mood shift, too. Tony has never admitted this out loud, and while he does hope you will be different, he's also scared of taking the chance.

"Oh wow… It sucks that it happened, and I'm sorry you went through that. But from what Natasha has told me, I don't think Y/N is the type of person to do that to you," he says, and Tony smiles a little at mentioning your name. He wants it to be true so badly, and for the rest of the day, he will hold onto that hope as he thinks of ways to ask you out, even if it's for a coffee at the restaurant on Campus.

"So, how are we going to raise money for the dance?" you ask Natasha as you're enjoying a glass of red wine on the terrace of the café you two like to frequent on days like this. You have the rest of the day off, so there's plenty of time to enjoy the weather and plan how you are going to raise money for the dance later this year - your college always lets students raise money to be able to organize the dance.

"What about a kissing booth?" Natasha says in a tone that makes it seem like she's talking about the weather.

"Are you out of your mind?! Did you forget we're among the few girls in the engineering program? I am not going to be in that booth, Nat," you say with a shake of your head, though you also feel some butterflies at the thought of possibly getting to kiss Tony and finally finding out how soft his perfect, pink lips actually are.

"It's not as if you wouldn't want to kiss Tony," your best friend then says, and it immediately sets off a chain reaction of you stumbling in disbelief. At the same time, your cheeks give away something entirely different as their shade is starting to resemble the same color as the drink you're holding.

"Just- shut up, okay?" you mutter, making Natasha laugh heartily. After she agrees, you two come up with a few more ideas, but none of them are as good as the kissing booth, so after talking about it a bit more, you two eventually agree to bring the idea to the planning committee for the dance so they can approve it. Barely a week later, the two of you get the all-clear, and the news spreads like wildfire through the entire school.

"Tony, you're never going to believe what Nat just texted me," Bruce says with a broad smile as they stand in line at a coffee shop. You and Natasha are on the other side of the Campus, as your appointment with the planning committee just ended, so instead of waiting to tell the news, she decided to text her boyfriend immediately.

"The girls will organize a kissing booth to raise money for the dance! This is the perfect opportunity to make your dream of kissing her come true!" he says enthusiastically. Still, Tony's eyes widen at the thought; even though he has fantasized about the way you would taste and the soft sounds you'd make as he gently squeezes your hips while you're in his lap, your lips not leaving one another for even a single second, he didn't ever think those fantasies would possibly come true.

"But won't they kiss a lot of other guys, too? That way, it's not special," Tony says with a slight pout before moving forward in line.

"Well, you're right, but Nat and I are fabricating a little plan that ensures you will be first in line to kiss Y/N just like you want," Bruce says as he smiles at his phone, quickly replying to Natasha as Tony sighs softly. While he isn't too happy that he won't be the only guy to kiss you that day, he would still like to be the first, hoping it'll be a kiss never to forget.

Before Tony can answer, it's their turn to order their coffee, and when they're waiting for their coffee to be made, Bruce turns to his best friend with a smirk. "You need to relax, okay? We will ensure you're the first because you deserve it. You've been dreaming about her for so long; it's time we're helping you progress in your love life."

A few weeks later, it's finally time for the kissing booth. The news has spread like wildfire, and you can hear both students and teachers talking about it - though both for different reasons. The students are thrilled that this is happening; they're excited they get to kiss some of the most beautiful women in the entire college, and the teachers grumble about the fact that it had to happen during their classes, though they all agreed to it.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asks as she puts the last few touches on your make-up so that it will accentuate your outfit beautifully. The weather outside is excellent, and you've opted to wear a sundress, making you look adorable as you get ready to be in the kissing booth. You, Natasha, and a few other girls are taking turns in the booth, each standing there for about 15 minutes over two hours, trying to raise as much money as you can for the dance.

First, it's your turn, and you're both excited and nervous about what will come. Knowing Tony will be the first person in line to have butterflies in your stomach go wild; you can already feel your body thrumming with excitement at seeing him again. You don't get to see him as often as you'd like, seeing your busy schedules and conflicting classes, but when you do, it's like an angel has come down from heaven, and you can't stop smiling for an entire day.

"Ready?" Natasha asks after putting some vanilla-flavored chapstick on your lips, and you hum in agreement. When you walk over, you're immediately met by the sight of the man you love, a five-dollar bill in his hand as he's nervously bouncing on his feet to see you, and he's not disappointed in the slightest. You picked the dress you're wearing especially for him, as it shows off your curves beautifully, and Tony has to try not to drop his jaw to the floor, though the color on his cheeks gives his thoughts away immediately.

As you walk to your side of the kissing booth, Tony wrings his hands together nervously, the bill lying on the counter between you both. It's been a long time since you have been this close, and in mere minutes, you two will be the closest you've ever been.

"H-hi, Angel," Tony says with a smile that you happily reciprocate as you greet him. As you notice the five-dollar bill, you grab his change, but he stops you before you can do it.

"I- uhm… I was hoping- if it's okay with you if I could uhm- maybegettwokisses?" he mumbles the last words so quickly that you're having difficulty understanding. Then, when it clicks after a few moments, the heat in your cheeks rivals his color.

"Yeah, that's- perfect," you tell him, and he can't stop smiling at the thought that he gets to kiss you twice. As you get ready, Tony brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently before rubbing his thumbs over the warm flesh and looking into your eyes for a moment, wanting to bask in the moment's glory. Then, as he leans in, you shut your eyes before you're met with the feeling of his lips on yours.

They're soft, pillowy, and perfect as he takes his time with the kiss. It's slow and sweet, and it sets your insides on fire as your arms encircle his neck, pulling him as close as possible with the counter in between you two. While you and Tony get lost in the feeling of one another, Bruce and Natasha secretly share glances of excitement, as they've been waiting for this moment for nearly 3.5 years.

The entire time, your heart beats like it's about to leap out of your chest, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly as you smiled into the kiss. As he pulls away, you feel a piece of your soul leaving with him, wanting nothing more than to kiss those lips again and get another taste of Tony Stark.

Tony pulls back with a smirk, and his hands slip away from your face, but he reaches for yours instead of letting them fall to his sides. "Could you hold my hand? I want to ensure I'm not dreaming when I kiss you again," Tony tells you with flushed cheeks, and you immediately nod without thinking about it for a second. As his fingers gently intertwine with yours, it feels nothing short of right, as if you two were meant to be together from birth.

As Tony leans in again, you're already smiling before he even gets to kiss you, making him smile before his lips capture yours again. This time, Natasha takes a few photos of the two of you, wanting you to remember this moment forever - even though it definitely won't be the last time you kiss him, you'll be thrilled to have a visual memory, too. After pulling away, you and Tony look at each other for a few more moments before he asks you something you could only have dreamt about.

"Go on a date with me, Angel, please." Your crush has a look in his eyes you can't quite describe, but it's luring you in as you nod in excitement, the butterflies once again going wild as your heart rate is still beating as if it's trying to make up for missed beats each time you saw him and fell more in love with him. Then, as you feel Tony's fingers slipping from yours, you're left with an empty feeling as you watch him walk away, a giddy smile and rosy cheeks making him look adorable.

The rest of your fifteen minutes fly by as you can only think about the special kisses you shared with Tony, and out of respect and love for him, you only kiss the other guys on the cheek, much to their dismay. Natasha has also decided to only kiss guys on the cheeks, seeing how she's been in a relationship with Bruce for the past few years, and the other girls got to choose what they were most comfortable with.

Once your time in the kissing booth was over, you realized that you had a lot more fun than you thought you would, and all in all, you raised nearly $350 to go to the organization of the dance.

"Natasha, can I ask you something about Y/N?" Tony asks as she's sitting on Bruce's bed, and she hums in answer before flipping the page of her book. He's been busy planning your date for a few days now, and the thought of you two kissing did not leave his mind for even a second.

"I- uhm, I want to surprise her with some flowers before our date tomorrow, but I'm not sure which ones she likes, so… yeah," he tells her, the notebook with all his plans open before him. Many ideas are crossed out, others have added small notes, and he wrote your initials in a little heart as well, which Natasha hasn't stopped teasing him about from the moment she saw it.

"Don't tell her I told you this, but she's obsessed with tulips. Ever since she was little, she has grown them in her parents' garden, and her parents always send her a bouquet on her birthday. While she loves all colors, she loves white tulips most of all," your best friend said without looking up from the pages before her. As Tony listens to the story, he immediately starts to smile at the thought of your face when you see that he bought your favorite flowers.

"Okay, thank you. And what do you think she'd prefer, a walk through the park or going to a coffee shop and getting some coffee?"

"First off, she doesn't drink coffee unless it's extremely sweet and iced, at which point you can't call it coffee anymore, but secondly, you would make her happiest by taking her to her favorite coffee shop, it's a small one in Brooklyn actually, but she rarely gets the chance to go there because of our busy school schedules. When we do get the chance to go there, she's often sitting in one of the booths by the window to look at the people walking by as she enjoys her 'coffee' or a hot chocolate."

The entire time, Tony is furiously taking notes so he can surprise you tomorrow. The two of you have been texting quite a lot from the moment you kissed, and even though you've been trying to figure out what he has planned for you, he's keeping it a surprise. But now that he has a fully formed plan, he can't wait to take you on a date you will remember for the rest of your lives.

The night before your date with Tony is mostly spent texting Tony, as you're growing increasingly excited each time you see his name on your phone. Every time your screen lights up, your face does, too, and the butterflies in your stomach are doing somersaults all at once. Then, as you're walking into your bedroom while reading the text he just sent, you suddenly remember you don't have an outfit planned yet.

As soon as you reply to his first message, you immediately ask him how you should dress for the date, as you're still completely in the dark about what he has planned. However, he's letting you know one detail - he's going to pick you up on his motorcycle so that you can dress accordingly. At the thought of being on his motorcycle, you're sure you need to grab some clean panties, as the ones you're wearing now are entirely ruined from the idea alone.

After he lets you know he's picking you up at 2 p.m., it's time for you to call it a night. You have one last lecture in the morning, for which you need some proper rest.

Tony >> Good night, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you tomorrow 🌷

Angel >> Good night, Handsome! I'm looking forward to seeing what you have planned for me 😉

When you hit send, you bite your lip in excitement, trying to keep in the giggle that wants to escape because of your excitement. As you're getting ready to get some much-needed sleep, Tony is still wide awake and smiling at his phone as he's reading your message. He's possibly even more excited to see you tomorrow than you are to see him and what he has planned, and the fact that you called him Handsome has caused the butterflies in his stomach to go wild.

"What're you smiling at?" Bruce asks as he walks out of the shower, his dark curls still dripping from the water. He looks over at his best friend. Even though he knows he's smiling because of you, he can't help but ask because he enjoys seeing Tony like this.

"Oh, nothing," Tony says with a small smile before turning off his screen and putting down his phone with a sigh. He's been spending every last one of his waking minutes talking to you, but now that you've gone to sleep, he already misses you, which makes the wait until he gets to pick you up even longer. That night, you and Tony had a good rest, meaning you're well rested and ready for the next day and the much-anticipated date he had planned.

The following day, you're up bright and early for your lecture, which is over at noon, leaving enough time to return to your dorm and prepare for your date. Last night, you already laid out your outfit - a pair of light blue jeans, a white tank top, Natasha's dark red leather jacket that she let you borrow, and your high top Converse to finish the look - and now it's time to change into that and do your hair and make-up.

After a quick shower, you let your hair loose today, as it'll be the most convenient while wearing a helmet on the back of Tony's motorcycle. You can feel desire coursing through your veins as you think about sitting close to his body, the way his muscles are gonna feel under your fingertips, and how you'll be able to smell his cologne the entire time. Combined with the fact that you're gonna be able to feel his soft, pillowy lips on yours again is the cherry on top, because he admitted to wanting to kiss you again, and you couldn't agree more.

Your make-up is simple, as you opt for waterproof mascara and some eyeliner combined with vanilla chapstick, and then you're ready to go. You're done right on time because a few minutes before 2 p.m., you hear a knock on your door, and excitement flows through even a single inch of your body as you walk to the front door. Tony is waiting with a surprise in hand, wearing an all-black outfit that will set your insides on fire, too, as he looks devilishly handsome in his get-up, combined with sunglasses and his usual messy hair.

As the door swings open, you gasp softly as you're met with a sight you've gotten to love over the years, and that is a large bouquet of your favorite flowers: white tulips. That, and the man holding them. For a moment, you stand there nailed to the ground, unsure of what to do as your brain catches up with the moment, but when it does, you profusely apologize with burning cheeks before taking the flowers from his hands and inviting him into your dorm.

"These are beautiful, Tony, and they're my favorites too," you tell him with a broad smile, which works infectious as he smiles along with you. Natasha has given him some very helpful tips, and he has picked up on some things over the years, too, so he has gone above and beyond to make today perfect for you, as he wants it to be a day you will remember for the rest of your life.

"I'm happy you like them," he says as he watches you work with precision while arranging them into a vase and putting them on your desk when they're perfect. When you turn around, you're met with the sight of Tony holding out one of his hands, and you put yours in his without a second thought. He gently guides you to him, and when you're both almost touching, he leans in as you feel his breath ghosting past your ear.

"Can I kiss you, Angel? I've been dreaming of kissing you again ever since we shared our first kiss," he says softly, with goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Your hands immediately move to his waist as you nod, and before you can think about what's happening, you feel his lips on yours again, setting your entire body and soul on fire in the best way possible. His fingers gently dig into your sides as you two share this moment, and you wish it could last forever.

When you have to pull away to catch your breath, you're already missing him and how he tastes, but the red color on his cheeks makes up for it as he's flustered from the kiss you two shared. You're looking up at him to meet his gaze - there's still quite a significant height difference between you two - and when you do, you can feel your cheeks mimicking his as a smirk brightens his features.

It's finally time to go after that, and you interlace your fingers with his after heading out the door. You decided to bring a small bag that holds your phone, some cards, cash, and keys, which is all you'll need today, so while one hand is stuffed in the pocket of the jacket you're wearing, the other is being squeezed gently by the man who's taking you on a date.

The moment you step outside, you're met by the sun shining brightly on you both, making the weather perfect for a ride on his motorcycle, even though you don't know where the two of you will be going. However, before you can even think about putting on a helmet, Tony stands in front of you, your back gently pressing against his bike as he does.

"You have no idea what you do to me, my sweet, irresistible Angel. I'm- fuck, I'm addicted to you; I can't stay away for even a moment," Tony whispers as his fingers dig into your hips, his body pushing you against his bike as his lips place teasing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan slipping from your lips as it does. Your hands cup his cheeks before pulling his face to meet yours, your lips crashing onto one another in a battle of tongues to find dominance. Soft groans fall from Tony's lips as he tries to hold himself back, though it's not as easy as he thought it would be, not when you - soft, sweet little you - are like putty under his touch.

"T-Tony," you whisper as his kisses trail down your neck again, and he groans again at the mention of his name. "We shouldn't do this, not here," you tell him, and he hums in agreement, though it's with a heavy heart - and tight pants - that he does. A few more soft pecks on your lips are all you get before he moves away from you again, and you try with all your might not to jump him right then and there.

"Ready?" Tony asks after he has fastened your helmet and you're comfortable on the back of his motorcycle. Your arms are wrapped tightly around him, and you let him know you're ready. When the large machine roars to life, goosebumps erupt all over your body. It's been a dream to ride together, and it feels amazing as you two soar through the streets of Manhattan on your way to your destination for the afternoon.

After talking to Natasha about your favorite café to drink coffee, he has called ahead to ensure they're open and to reserve one of the window booths so your date can be perfect. As it feels like you're flying, you quickly notice that you're leaving Manhattan and on your way to Brooklyn, where you have many unforgettable memories. Growing up there, you spent a lot of time exploring that part of New York, and suddenly, you had an idea of where you might be going.

It takes a little over an hour for you to reach your destination, and the moment you turn the corner to the café Tony is taking you to, you can't stop smiling. You squeeze him a bit in appreciation, making him smile in return. He also makes a mental note to thank Natasha for the idea, as he never would have thought to take you to a place like this. As you approach the café, Tony carefully rides his bike onto the sidewalk before stopping in front of the café and allowing you to get off first.

"How are you feeling, Angel?" Tony asks as his gaze roams over your body, trying to look for any discomfort, and he doesn't find any before taking off his helmet. When he does, you're met with his beautiful dark brown eyes, which you drown in every single time, and your heart rate immediately picks up as the butterflies in your stomach go wild, too.

"I'm good, thank you," you say as he unclips your helmet strap, and you lift it gently off your head before shaking out your hair. It's glowing beautifully as the sun's rays fall on it, illuminating it as you turn to put the helmet down for a moment, needing to unzip the leather jacket. While Tony ensures his motorcycle is off, he fastens the helmets to the handles so they won't get taken, and then he stretches out his hand, gesturing for you to grab it.

The moment you hear the little doorbell above the door ring, you're met with nostalgia, as this is the café you and your Dad used to go to when you were little. Everything is still the same - the decorations on the walls, the tablecloths decorating the tables, and the booths you always love to sit in, and people watch; even the woman behind the counter hasn't changed, other than the fact that she has aged significantly since your childhood.

"Oh, Y/N, my sweet, beautiful girl! I can't believe I finally get to see you again," the woman - who you know as Auntie June - says, and your face splits into a large grin while she walks around the counter. When you grew up, she always sneaked you an extra cookie when your Dad ordered them; even now, when you order her famous chocolate chip cookies, she always gives you an extra one.

"I'm so happy to see you, my dear - your Dad was here the other day, and he talked my ear off about how well you're doing in college and that you're going on a date with a sweet boy," she says proudly, and that's when both yours and Tony's cheeks heat up. While you have told your parents about going on a date with Tony, you didn't expect them to tell others about it, but at the same time, you're also proud to let people know you're on a date with none other than the amazing Tony Stark.

After sharing a few more bits of small talk, you and Tony finally get in your order with June: a hot chocolate with whipped cream, a black coffee for Tony, and two of June's chocolate chip cookies to enjoy as you sit in your favorite booth. While she's preparing the drinks, Tony leads you to the booth he called for, and you happily slip into the same side you always sit at. Still, the only difference is that you're now with the man of your dreams, making it an even more enjoyable experience than usual.

While you and Tony are enjoying the atmosphere while looking outside at the people walking by, as well as stealing glances from one another, June brings you the coffee, hot chocolate, and cookies, only this time she added two extra cookies, even though you didn't pay for them. You still thank her profusely as you smile, knowing that she approves of the man across from you if she does this.

"Angel, you have something- here, let me help you," Tony says as he spots a hot chocolate mustache. Instead of reaching over to remove it with his hand, he leans over the table and kisses you softly, setting your cheeks on fire as he does, your eyes slipping shut. A small sigh escapes when he pulls away, as you would have liked for the moment to last much longer.

"Why did you do that? I mean, I'm not complaining, but-"

"I'm only doing it because you're cute," he said with a wink, and that was enough to send the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry that has you putting your hands on them to calm them down a little bit. The smile on your face doesn't move an inch the entire time you spend there, feeding each other bits of June's amazing cookies and having some fantastic conversations. Just as the café is about to close, she suddenly heads over to the booth, letting you know that she sadly has to close for the night.

"Thank you so much for everything, June, and please, say hi to Christopher and my parents for me," you say, mentioning her husband, who has been running the café with her for the last forty-three years.

"I will, Y/N; he will be so happy to know you stopped by with this sweet boy. And your parents will be delighted to hear you stopped by as well," she says with a few pats on your arm, making you smile. She always makes you feel right at home, and you're already looking forward to seeing her or her husband the next time. You told Tony about an excellent little diner near the café where you can get some great food, so that's precisely where the two of you are headed, as neither of you wants to head back yet.

"How far is it?" Tony asks, and you tell him it's about fifteen minutes away before putting on the helmet and giving him the address so he can put it into his navigation system. During the entire drive, you're happily cuddled up to Tony, his hand occasionally resting on yours as you wait at a traffic light, with you smiling like crazy inside your helmet. While Tony follows the directions, you're enjoying the view from your old neighborhood, as it hasn't changed since you've grown up.

When you're at the diner, Tony turns off the motorcycle again before letting you step off first and then following to park it. The helmets are again quickly secured before your hand slips into his, warm against your palm. As you walk in, you're almost immediately greeted by a lovely young lady, bringing you to some available seating and some menus to look over for dinner. After ordering a beer and a glass of wine, you and Tony flip through the menu for a moment before deciding what to eat.

"Do you want me to recommend something to you?" you ask Tony, who nods as he looks up to meet your gaze.

"I think the burgers here are divine, but I most of all can recommend the bacon burger. It's very juicy and tastes perfect. The fries that go along with it are also a perfect addition," you tell him, and Tony can feel his stomach growling from your description. The woman who got your drink order is back, and after giving you both your drinks, she also takes your order of two bacon burgers before taking away the menu.

"How was it to grow up here? I'm sure it must be quite the difference from Manhattan," Tony asks. Even though he was also born and raised in New York, he's from a different part of town than you, and he has never visited Brooklyn before today.

"It was very nice. Even though I wasn't born here, I can't remember living anywhere other than right here. Everything here is so… homey, I think, is the best way to describe it. People are willing to do a lot more for each other, and if I may say so, it was quite nice not to grow up in the filthy rich part of town. I grew up learning how to do things myself, and I've been working from as early of an age as I was allowed," you tell Tony, who nods in understanding.

He's the opposite of you because, being born and growing up in Manhattan, his parents had so much money they sometimes didn't even know what to do with it. Everything was pretty much handed to him, though he was also determined to make something of himself in life instead of relying on his money, and he's still reaping the benefits of that today.

"But I want you to know I don't mind that you grew up rich. I know you're not like those rich snobs who think they're better than everyone else just because they have money. You work for what you want, and that's something I admire in you, Tony," you tell him as you're holding his hands, and he smiles as his cheeks turn a familiar shade of red.

"Thank you, Angel," he whispers before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly, making you smile. It doesn't take long for the woman to get your burgers and top off your drinks, and you're thoroughly enjoying yourselves as you take bites of the burgers and enjoy the fries, too. Once that is finished, you two get a milkshake to share for dessert, and you've never laughed so hard at someone getting a brain freeze before.

"You shouldn't drink so fast, dummy!" you say between laughs. Even though Tony is still not happy about the brain freeze, he is very happy to see your beautiful smile. He can look at it for hours and never get tired of it.

"Sorry, my beautiful Angel, I just wanted to taste some too before you drank it all!" he says with a wink, and you make a faux-offended face in return. After smacking him playfully on the hand, you two continue to share the milkshake, the taste of it exploding on your tongue as you do. When the milkshake is finished, too, Tony goes to pay - and it should be noted you tried to pay for the two of you, too, but he did not want you to do that, instead wanting to pay for you because a princess never pays for her meals.

When you step outside, Tony grabs your hand before walking to his motorcycle again, but he doesn't move to grab the helmet. Instead, he grabs your hips and leans in for another kiss, which you happily reciprocate while your arms slip around his neck. The alcohol you two have in your systems helped loosen you both up a bit, and Tony certainly isn't one to shy away from some PDA.

His body presses against yours as your tongues mingle together, ultimately leaving you breathless before he pulls away and gently presses his forehead against yours.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N. You make me fantasize 'bout you, and you smell so sweet, like freshly picked daisies. Each time I'm around you, I get intoxicated by the love I feel for you, and I can never get enough of you, your smile, and your kisses. You live rent-free in my head, and I want - no, need you to be mine," he says as he looks into your eyes, where tears are brimming on your waterline.

"I want that too, Tony. I'm yours; I've always been yours," you tell him before capturing his lips again, a giggle escaping as he does. You've been waiting for this moment for years, and it is even better than you could ever have imagined. The universe has finally aligned so that your biggest dream - being Tony's girlfriend - has finally come true, and you couldn't be happier about it.

After the love confessions, you and Tony head back to Campus, where Natasha eagerly awaits you to come home and share every last detail of your date. After Tony has dropped you off at your dorm and kissed you goodbye in a way that still has your knees shaking with excitement, it's time to go in and update your best friend on everything.

"HOW WAS IT?!" Natasha exclaims excitedly as soon as you walk into the door, but you need a moment to gather your thoughts before going into that with her. Your back is pressed against the door as you smile widely, a sigh escaping your chest as you let it all sink in for a moment.

"Nat, it was AMAZING! I already knew Tony was a gentleman, but today he proved it, too. He started giving me my favorite flowers, and the entire time we were touching or kissing, it was... wow. But the best of all was when he asked me to be his girlfriend," you tell her, and a screech of excitement can be heard through the entire dorm room.

"I'm so happy for you, Detka! You fucking deserve a man like Tony, and he deserves someone as amazing as you, too. But tell me, how were his kisses?" she eagerly asked, and the rest of the night was spent sharing every last detail with your best friend. When you went to bed, you saw a very sweet text from your boyfriend, making you smile wide before going to sleep.

Tony >> Goodnight, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you again, and I love you more than words can ever explain ❤️

[sumiretranslations]

Shadow Verse F！Tashiro Sumire (23.07.08)

Yaposhumi〜

I'm Tashiro Sumire 💜

Today！On the TV Anime Shadow Verse F

Saito Madoka、Yonemura Kirara、and I Tashiro Sumire

Will be appearing

In the roles of Madoka、Kirara、and Sumire！🌟

Also！

Shekenaare is being played as the ending song🎶🩵

Our scene 🩵❤️💜

It really makes me so happy that I've rewatched it countless times！

Our characters are really too cute😭✨

I'll treasure this eternally。💖

Ever since I was chosen for the voice acting role

I've been pretty nervous about it、！

I have no confidence in my own voice、so I was worried that I wouldn't be able to do it well enough

But I worked hard and practiced lots！

I was super happy to be chosen for the guest voice acting role、so since I was chosen I wanted to do my best with it！、and I feel like you can see the results of my hard work🌼

I once again realised how amazing voice actors are🔥

Having this kind of opportunity

Has really been a great experience for me！

I want to use what I've learned from this experience in my future work too！

The 3 of us took a photoー✌🏻

Shekenaare is also being used as the ending song

Which makes me super happy！！✨

The fact that a song we've sung is being used as the ending song for an anime、is so amazing🥹❤️‍🔥

During the ending credits、

「Sumire Tashiro Sumire (OCHA NORMA)」

Appeared which made me super happy and emotional！！✨

Those of you who haven't seen it！It's being broadcast on catch up

So please be sure to watch it🌟

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Also today we had an online talk event 🍒

You can see how swollen my left eye is in this photo 😭

Today we wore our own clothes ！！

I wore a black top and a black scrunchieー🖤

I also wore a silver necklace with star earrings⭐️

Thank you very much

To everyone who participated 💖

Being able to talk with you face to face made me super happy！！🥰

Thank you very much for always supporting us！🫶🏻

(T/N News and information has not been translated)

Today I was on a mission to make Kirara try coriander

It was a success！笑lol

She said it was delicious！Yay✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

I love coriander！It's really delicious！

And！！

Did you watch the video posted on Ocha no Ma-sama no Yutori's Twitter〜？🍵📺

I challenged tongue twisters！！Take a look at it！！笑lol

For all of your likes・comments

Thank you very much❤︎‬

Well thenn！

This has been Tashiro Sumire〜

[dandelionapril]

i was tagged by my sweet cherub @sweetlolah to do this get to know you challenge ✨💕🍒 so here we go!

relationship status: taken 💌

favorite color: all shades of pink, most greens, and i do love my pastels like baby blue and lilac and cream

song stuck in your head: hounds of love by kate bush. i always sing the ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh parts randomly in my head. at any given moment ☁️

last song listened to: you’re gonna love me by ldr and technically by bf practicing reverie by polyphia

dream trip: i wanna travel everywhere but i’d like to start in italy, sitting in a cute cafe on a cobblestone street with bougainvillea everywhere eating a fat bowl of pasta in my white cotton dress and my wicker basket handbag by my side 🧺

three favorite foods: pupusas, enchiladas guatemaltecas, and the piña colada icee from 7-eleven

last thing googled: mariah carey pink halter crochet pattern 💓

thing i wanna do: move out lolz 😭

i tag @prncess91 @finalgirl @honeymoonhorror @ratsintherosebush

no pressure to do this 🥰

[loveemagicpeace]

🥀What zodiac signs are looking for?🥀

🦋💙Scorpio seeks for someone with deep emotions someone with whom he will feel comfortable sharing dark secrets. Someone who will understand his depth. Trustworthy and unique person.

🧚🏼‍♀️✨Pisces seek for someone who will be more emotional stable than them. Someone with spirtuality, dreams. With someone who they can connect on a subconscious level. Maybe someone more realistic than they are.

🌸💕Cancers seek for someone who will make them feel like home, someone caring, passion and who will give them the same emotions that they have.

☁️🔑Libras seek for someone who will give them balance and love. A romantic partner with whom they can share fashion and beauty. Someone to show them that relationships are not as important as they are.

🪀💚Gemini seek for someone who is communicative, talkative, challenging, adventurous. Someone who let them talk and who is energetic as they are.

🧩Aquarius seek for someone different, unavailable, strange, at the same time someone who is equal to them.

🥑🥬Virgos seek for someone who will control them haha Or someone who is not so obsessed with control as they are. Virgos are looking for someone who is the opposite of them, more relaxed, emotionally stable, fun. Someone who is hygienic and loves cleanliness. I saw a lot of virgos end up with aries or leos.

🍒🪑Taurus seek for someone who is emotionally stable at the same time someone who is not so stubborn. Someone who knows what he wants and who loves changes and pulls them out of the comfort zone.

🗝Capricorn seek for someone who is opposite than they are. Someone who show them how to feel, who can bring emotions out of them. Someone with whom they can build something.

🫀🧸Sagittarius seeks for someone spontaneous, always ready for action with whom he can discover the world, travels. Someone with meaing and strong opinon, who will be interested in learing new things. With whom he can share his interests. Someone who is honest and direct.

🔥💫Aries seek for someone who can help them with anger isuee. Someone fun and emotional at the same time. Someone with passion.

☀️🌾Leo seeks for someone loyal and charming. Who likes to be the center of attention. Someone who is creative, has a reputation and is tidy. Someone who is determined and proud.

💫This is my opinion based on the sun sign , other signs in the chart can change what you are looking for in someone. 💫

-Rebekah💕☁️🧚🏼‍♀️

[aestheticsuwu]

Heyyyy!!!✨ @demetriandelibinaryboyfriends

First off, I’m very happy that you like the YasMoon moodboard ✨ when I saw the request for them, I became nervous since I didn’t want to portray them wrong or mess it up. Thankfully, an idea popped into my head after brainstorming awhile 🤭 where I live, the weather has return to melting season so I thought it would be perfect for a summer-like vibes moodboard. ☀️🕶️🌴

The title cherries came to my head instantly so I knew I had to have cherries within the moodboard and hoped it would go well with them 🍒

All my aesthetics/pins that I use are on Pinterest including the actresses pictures. I searched Yas pictures but none that I found fit with the aesthetic I was going for so I took a detour and used the actress pictures from her different character!!! (The character is from the show One of us is lying) Moon’s pic, I think belongs to the actresses. Pinterest is my best friend for moodboards, I definitely recommend using that app.

I’m screaming of happiness that someone sees and appreciates every single details I choose for them 💜 My moodboard always consists of pins/aesthetics that hold a meaning, connects to the characters, and express the vibes of the setting 🤭✨

Moon is literally the epitome of HEART EYES 😍🤭 She’s head over heels for Yasmine. She literally sees Yasmine as a goddess✨🙌✨

Yasmine time and attention is sacred, she only gives it to the people who are worthy. You best believe that the person on that short list is Moon.

Moon and Yasmine flirting banter would be off the charts. My writing skills are very lacking but I did my best to project them and their chemistry to my ability 😓. These two girls would be THE COUPLE 💅🔥 CK writers don’t be cowards and make them a couple!!!!!!! Yasmine would love the power and control as she flirts with girls but she loves nothing more how Moon can keep up at her pace and challenges her 😏🤭 Keeps her on her toes.

Yasmoon is definitely a pairing that would be added to my ship list of CK from now on!!! I had so much fun creating this moodboard and writing this short drabble for these two girls🫶💕

Hiiii idk if you have anything specific in mind for YasMoon, but I would love to see any ideas you have for them 🧡🤍🩷

Heyyy! Thank you for requesting. This would be my first YasMoon moodboard, hope you like it, and I included a little bit of a short drabble of them flirting?✨

Extra Cherries 🍒

Yasmine x Moon

“Seems like someone has a crush on you.” Moon chuckles.

Yasmine looks up from her compact mirror, her sharp blue eyes meeting Moon’s gaze with an inquisitive intensity that would’ve made anyone flinch.

But not Moon. A perfectly shaped brow arches elegantly, silently posing a question.

Moon gave a subtle jerk of her chin in response.

Yasmine casts a brief glance over her shoulder, her golden beach waves of hair flowing gracefully with her movement.

She gives the boy a fleeting second of her attention before turning back to Moon, rolling her eyes and letting out a scoff. "In his pathetic dreams."

“How about mine?”

"Hmm." Yasmine murmurs, snapping the compact mirror shut with a sharp click that seemed to echo loudly in Moon's ears. She turns fully towards Moon, her gaze unwavering and her focus now entirely on the conversation between them.

A cheshire grin spreads across Yasmine's red lips, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she leans in closer. "That depends..." She began, her voice trailing off teasingly.

"On what?" Moon chuckled softly, curiosity piqued.

“Did you order my drink with extra cherries?”

“Yes.” Moon nods, smiling. “Even made sure they were fresh and organic.”

"Ah," Yasmine's grin widened, her eyes twinkling with delight. "You know me so well."

Moon's smile deepened as she nodded, pleased to have made Yasmine smile. "Always." she replied warmly.

[camficdiner]

Ur insanely talented love ur works, can I please have [1.1] [2.17] enemies to lovers [3.1] [4.3] ❤️

☕️ Cam’s Fic Diner — Order 053

🍒 Thank you so much for your sweet request!

Enemies to lovers? Matchmaking gone wrong? You had me the second Jack got jealous. I hope this fic brought all the tension, the chaos, and the fluffy payoff you were craving — and that their kiss hit just right.

Sending hugs and hockey kisses your way! 💋

Feel free to slide back into the diner anytime, love 🫶

🍽️ Chef’s Note:

This was the last request currently in the queue at Cam’s Fic Diner! 💌

If you want to see new fics — romantic, steamy, angsty, or all of the above — send in a new request, because the menu only grows with your prompts 🫶

Pick your character, your favorite trope, and let yourself be served.

📬 Cam’s waiting for you at the counter. 🍒

💬 “Supposed to Be You”

✨ Description and prompts:

– Jack Hughes

– You try to set him up with someone else but it backfires

– Enemies to lovers

– Word count: ~1.4k

– Type: Fluff, tension, soft landing

🛼🧁✨🍒

You’ve never liked Jack Hughes.

Not really.

Not the way he walks into every room like it belongs to him. Not the stupid way he wears his cap backward and tosses a wink at every girl in the room. Not the way he always has something smart to say when you speak, like it’s his job to make you bristle.

You definitely don’t like how handsome he is when he’s not talking.

So yeah. You don’t like him.

Which is exactly why you’re trying to set him up with someone else.

It’s not because his smile makes something in your chest stutter. It’s not because, during your friend group’s last game night, he sat a little too close and smelled like pine and something dangerous, and you haven’t stopped thinking about it since.

It’s self-preservation.

You set him up with Elly — a sweet, quiet friend from yoga. She’s pretty. Gentle. Jack would probably like her.

And he does. Or at least, he pretends to.

You watch them from across the bar, Elly laughing at something he says. His fingers brush her arm, casual. You want to scream.

Your drink tastes like regret.

“You okay?” Trevor leans into your space, eyes narrowed. “You’ve been staring at Jack and Elly like you’re trying to kill them with your mind.”

You force a smile. “I’m great.”

He looks skeptical, but thankfully doesn’t push.

You watch as Jack walks Elly to the bar to get another drink. She leans in to whisper something. He laughs, loud.

You stand up. You need air.

Outside, the cool night hits your face like a slap. You close your eyes and try to breathe.

“You don’t get to be mad.”

You jump at the voice. Jack stands behind you, jaw tight, arms crossed.

You blink. “What?”

“You don’t get to set me up with someone and then glare at me all night like I’m cheating on you.”

Your mouth opens. Closes. ��I wasn’t glaring.”

“You were,” he says. “You’ve been pissed off since I walked in with her.”

“You seemed happy,” you snap. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

He steps closer. “No. You thought that’s what you wanted. To get rid of whatever this thing is between us.”

“There’s no ‘thing,’ Jack.”

“Bullshit.”

Your breath catches.

“You hate me so much you can’t even be in the same room without arguing,” he says. “But you can’t stop looking at me either. You think I haven’t noticed?”

You look away.

He’s silent for a beat. Then softer, “Why her?”

You swallow. “Because she’s not me.”

He frowns.

“She’s soft. Simple. She won’t ruin your life.”

Jack’s voice is barely a whisper. “What if I want you to?”

You meet his eyes. “Why?”

“Because you challenge me. You fight me. You get under my skin in a way no one else does. And when you’re not around, I feel like something’s missing.”

You blink. “I was trying to protect myself.”

“From what?”

“From falling for someone I can’t have.”

Silence.

Then Jack steps forward and kisses you.

It’s not soft. It’s messy, urgent — the kind of kiss that tastes like anger and longing and everything you should’ve said sooner.

When he pulls back, you’re breathless.

“I don’t want Elly,” he says. “I don’t want anyone else. It’s always been you.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “You’re infuriating.”

He grins. “Takes one to know one.”

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

But then you kiss him again.

And this time, it feels like home.

[kawaiishitty]

My very late submission to

✨Kiss me in komorebi✨

Ezra Ruíz

Pronounce: He/Him

Transmale / pan

Age : 43 yo

Trait : overachiever/goofball/outgoing

Aspiration : world famous celebrity

Sign : Cancer

Height : 1m77

Likes : purple 💜,cooking, gardening, mischief, pranks

Ezra was born and raised in the Selvadorada. Ezra’s parents were already known to be hard working farmers in their home land so when they had the opportunity to move in Henford-on-Bagley to expend their family business they couldn’t say no to that new challenge even though they were uncertain if it will be a success. Ezra had a rebellious soul and uncertain of what he wants, he was good at school, he was your average b- student when they were asking him what job he wanted to do he always proudly says that he wanted to run his family’s farm, but at home it was a different discourse, he didn’t want to hear a word of his parents and told them he wanted to do his own thing. Although one thing they all were sure about, is that they had fate on their son and whatever decision he was choosing, they will always support him. After getting diploma from the Copperdale High School, him and two of his best friends started to gather ideas to start their own business cause they didn’t want to go to college and crawl on their debts so by the help of their families and friends they launched their restaurant based on Ezra’s traditional food with a twist and the ingredients were all freshly harvested by Ezras parents. The first years were very rocky, in fact, there was many times they thought they will close the restaurant, until that day came a famous cuisine critic blogger came and wrote an article about the restaurant, and until that day success never stopped. They now opened a restaurant in Sulani, San Myshuno and even in Del Sol Valley. After many years of hard work, Ezra somehow still has this fear deep down that everything that he worked for it his whole life will fade away (even tho gen z sims refers to his restaurant where the “heat is”), after seeing that there was “another celebrity” that wanted to find “love” on tv was ridiculous pretty pathetic to him BUT THEN his eye lightened, and thought of the free publicity that he will get if he SOMEHOW was able to enrol to the bachelor🌝

FUN FACTS :

🪻 Ezra’s like bright colours and will rarely wear “boring colours” as he says

🍄Ezra’s dad of 2 (Ashley 7 and Jamal 14)

🍀Ezra’s a bit straightforward which can be disliked by some sims

⭐️His family and close friends/associates are everything for him

🍊He will make a misery out of your life if he doesn’t “vibe with you”

🫧Haven’t been in a serious relationship for a while because he’s too busy managing the restaurants

🐝He will crack dad jokes here and there and don’t you dare not laugh at it

🍒He’s a VERY messy person

🐙Sometimes you can’t differentiate when he’s serious, mad or joking

Thank you so much @rainymoodlet i can’t wait to see how our two sims will interact 🤪🥹

[rosesloveletters]

You said you needed some good vibes sent your way so here, have some Grogu memes, one f/o meme, some general encouragement and one (1) funny Bond meme that makes me laugh in asexual.

It's been a Week for me too, I hope it gets easier for both of us. You deserve all good things in this world, dear 💘💝💖💐

Also while I'm at it, I'll throw in some gushing over my boys and horses if you don't mind:

Jack's not much of a horserider but he loves being around them and handles horses well enough that I've let him tag along for the slower rides we take after the horses on after they've had a long ride, to let them cool down a little.

He's doing great so far and it's a nice sight to see him on horseback.

Cas and I are still doing our regular rides and it's still a super lovely way to spend time with him.

I remember mentioning (probably when answering some ask) that Cas usually goes for the stallions 'cause he thinks the mares are too jumpy and geldings are "boring". I sually go for the geldings.

Also if Cas is judging my horse choice when I pick a gelding my favourite comeback is "You better watch out or I'll turn you into one." (Geldings are male horse that have had their 🍒 snipped off) It's all fun and games and to be taken with a grain of salt but I did love to watch the colour drain from his face the first time I said it.

even if he favours stallions he always goes for the lazier kind, he loves riding and a bit off a challenge but won't risk a serious injury on too difficult a horse.

And then there's Cowboy (incase you didn't read the recent ask, this is just good old platonic friendship)

When I tell you, this man has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever when it comes to horses (that's why I'm there to make sure he doesn't get himself killed) (he says that "getting 'almost' killed isn't a thing because if something 'almost' happened it doesn't count")

I worry over him sometimes but then again, he's an excellent horseman and at the end of the day I trust him not to take too big risks.

He's the one I usually take the horses out with to let off some steam, just letting them hallop their hearts out.

Don't tell anyone but sometimes we have do some racing for fun, galloping so fast it's all a blur, not really knowing where the horse ends and you begin. It's the best thing ✨

Oh my god this turned long, really hope it isn't any trouble 😗✌🏻 anyway, hope the rest of the week is more gentle on you, you deserve it ❤️

Magda, oh my goodness, look how much thought/effort/work/love you put into this ask I'm shaking🥺🥺🥺 I did ask for some good vibes, life's been kicking me while I'm down for the entire month, and it's not been kind to the rest of my family either. Without going in to much personal detail, I'm traveling out of town for a funeral this weekend, among all of life's other hellishness it's been throwing my way.

Thank you for these lovely memes and encouragement, dear. You've curated a beautiful array of positivity for me and all of this made me smile so many times; I love the Bond meme😂😂

I sincerely hope things get better for you as well, life has been cruel to all of us recently and it's really not fair. The world deserves a breather, I swear. You deserve lots of love, honey, and I hope you're getting all of the love you deserve from your loved ones, friends, f/os, etc. How are you doing? I am sending you so much love, positivity and flowers💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐

THANK YOU for the beautiful gushing about your lovely boys (and horses!!) I enjoyed reading about you all!!! Jack seems like the type to be somewhat alarmed by the thought of riding a horse at first and then slowly building up to it and eventually greatly enjoying it and developing a sweet friendship with a favorite horse.

OMG poor Cas, the last thing he'd ever want is to become like a gelding😂😂

Honestly, I completely vibe with Cowboy's explanation that if something "almost happened" then it doesn't count😂😂😂 That's too funny!! I'm sure he really enjoying riding with you and getting that extra time to spend with you in that way. It's great to have someone you can do things like that with and it's wonderful that all of them really enjoy riding horses with you! How sweet are all of you?

That honestly sounds like the best time; it must be so fun to lose yourself in a world like that where the only thing that matters is the horse you're riding and your f/o's presence with you🥺❤️

No this is absolutely no trouble at all! I love and cherish everything that you send to me!! I really loved reading through all of this (might have read it a couple of times too🥺🥺) you're all so sweet and precious and you're such a good friend to me, dear.

Hope this weekend/next week is gentler on you as well. You deserve nothing but the best!! Sending you all my love and care❤️❤️❤️

[camficdiner]

Hi!! Can I order 1.5, 2.15, 3.6, 4.2 with enemies to lovers 💙

☕️ cams fic diner — order 085

🍒 thank you, to the ones who love slow burns, forced proximity, and that one guy who always knows how to get under your skin — until he gets under something else.

💬 "Do You Ever Shut Up?"

✨ description & prompts

• character: Will Smith (hockey)

• prompt: You both get locked in the team bus overnight

• type: Enemies to lovers • Fluff + Smut (smooth tension, emotional undercurrent)

• wc: 1.2k

✨🧁🍒🛼

You’re the last one off the ice.

Of course you are — you always are — because someone has to take care of the loose ends, the tape rolls, the gear checks, the coach’s forgotten clipboard. And somehow, it always ends up being you.

You don’t even notice that the others are already back at the hotel. Don’t notice the driver slouched in the front seat, earbuds in, scrolling his phone. Don’t notice Will Smith slinking up the bus steps behind you until it’s too late — until the automatic doors hiss shut.

And lock.

You freeze. So does he.

The engine’s off. The lights dim. The driver? Long gone — probably to get a burger, probably thinking everyone already got off.

You glance at Will.

He’s leaning against the seat rail, duffel slung over his shoulder, brows lifted like this is the last goddamn thing he needed too.

“Fuck me,” you mutter.

His smirk is instant. “Tempting.”

You glare.

He throws his bag down and drops into one of the bus seats like it’s nothing. “You’re welcome to panic. I’m gonna nap.”

You hate Will Smith.

Okay — hate is a strong word. But you’ve never gotten along. Not once. He chirps too much. Talks over you during media. Skates like he knows he’s pretty. Looks at you like you’re a challenge instead of a person. Always has something to say, always grinning like he knows a secret and it’s about you.

And worst of all? He’s never been wrong about you. Not once.

Thirty minutes in, the bus grows colder.

You rub your arms through your long-sleeve, sighing loudly enough for him to hear. He doesn’t look up from where he’s sprawled across the seats. Just says, “Come here.”

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“Unless you’ve got a second hoodie, I’m warm and you’re not. Don’t make it weird.”

You hesitate.

Then — fuck it.

You cross the aisle and sit beside him, stiff, arms crossed.

He sighs again. “That’s not what I meant.”

He tugs at your wrist until you slide down beside him, shoulder against his chest, your body curling against his warmth like you never meant to.

“You’re annoying,” you mumble.

“Still warmer than sulking.”

You wake up with your leg over his.

His hand on your waist.

His lips… near your neck.

You blink. Shift slightly. His grip tightens.

“I knew it,” he whispers.

“Knew what?” you snap, voice rough from sleep.

“That you’d feel good right here.”

You sit up. “Don’t.”

He watches you, eyes darker now. Sleepy. Dangerous. “Don’t what? Don’t say what we both know?”

You glare. He smirks. And you hate him — god, you hate him — right up until you lean in and kiss him.

It’s messy. Too hot, too fast. His hand tangles in your hair. Yours fists into his hoodie. You straddle his lap and suddenly it’s just heat, lips, breath.

“You’re such a dick,” you whisper into his mouth.

“And you’re such a liar,” he groans, sliding his hands up under your shirt. “Acting like you haven’t wanted this.”

You gasp as his fingers skim your skin, slow and warm and confident. He kisses down your neck, bites just slightly, then soothes the mark with his tongue.

“You gonna stop me?” he asks low against your throat.

You shake your head.

“Didn’t think so.”

You ride him slow — knees braced on either side of him, his hoodie still on, the bus windows fogged from your breath. It’s not frantic. It’s not desperate. It’s earned. Drawn from months of push and pull, of glares that lasted too long and locker room insults that dripped with something more.

Will’s hands grip your hips, grounding you as you move.

“You feel—fuck, baby, you feel perfect,” he says through gritted teeth.

You bury your face in his neck, nails digging into his shoulders.

And when you come, his name in a breathy whisper, he holds you through it — arms wrapped around you like you’re something fragile he’s only just allowed himself to want.

Later, when the driver comes back, Will doesn’t move.

Just tosses him a lazy, cocky grin and says, “Hey. We were locked in. No big deal.”

You scowl.

But your thighs are still sore. Your lips still swollen. And Will — that smug bastard — just watches you leave the bus with his hoodie in your hand and that same goddamn smirk on his face.

You don’t hate him. Not anymore.

Not even a little.

[sumiretranslations]

FC Event〜 Tashiro Sumire (23.05.27)

Yaposhumi

I'm Tashiro Sumire 🍒

Today was our FC Event Aichi performance

Thank you very much〜⭐️

Welcome home Kirara👸🏻❤️

～OCHA NORMA no Ma 6

Moeru Wakaba ni Shincha de good！～Today was the final performance

And so、it feels like it's all over in the blink of an eye、！

For the unit corner this time、together with RokoRoko

I was able to perform

Buono!-san's Solatido〜Nee Nee〜💖

Being able to cover such a wonderful song makes me super happy、but on the other hand the high parts were a real challenge so I practiced lots with RokoRoko 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻

But my voice wasn't in perfect condition today、、😭

But But it was still super fun！！

In terms of my thoughts about songs、I feel like I've been overthinking about songs recently、but I think I was able to showcase my growth in the unit corners at these FC events！！

I've always said I want to perform a duo、with my gen mate RokoRoko！

And this time we decided units by rock-paper-scissors、so I'm glad that fate was on our side 😼🫶🏻✨

We took this photo together🫶🏻 RuliRuli-sama did my hair for me🥹

Thank you 😭💛

To everyone who waved light purple penlights today！

Thank you very much💜💜💜💜

I Love Love Love You⭐️🎀👶🏻🦋✨🌹

(T/N News and information has not been translated)

Tomorrow is

@JAM 2023 Day2 ～SUPER LIVE～！

I'll do my best tomorrow too！

From Kirara's family

We received these melon cakes🍈❤️

I took a good photo of it🎶

For all of your likes・comments

Thank you very much ♡

Well then！

This has been Tashiro Sumire〜