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kumasakka · 3 days ago

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ❝ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐓 ! ❞

　at some point you just seem desperate to get his attention — so you decided to boost your confidence with your best outfit, even catching the attention by the people you’re surrounded by while walking past. ( based on the song MINISKIRT by AOA.

ft. iglesias bunny , itoshi sae , michel kaiser , itoshi sae.

content. 3.3k words , slightly suggestive , fluff , insecurity , jealousy (you’re the jealous one) , situation ship (in sae’s one) , kind of toxic (in bunny’s and michael’s one) , up to 0.5-0.6k per drabble (bunny’s and sae’s), up to 0.8-1.0k words per drabble (michael’s and rin’s) , crappy writing. cringe. credits for dividers @/dollywons !!

authors’s note. ahhhh rin’s part is so much more longer than the others TT BYE? I JUST NOTICED Y/N ISN’T EVEN WEARING A MINISKIRT IN BUNNY’S PART…

IGLESIAS BUNNY.

　MAKING you smile was never his goal or intention. He wanted to see everything else but you smiling. He doesn't want you to enjoy your life to the fullest, he doesn't want to watch you live your life so freely without him.

And knowing that you had feelings for him, he started to be a little bit of an asshole. How? By giving you less and less attention to feed his growing fanbase (as if it wasn't large enough) the attention — the attention you deserved.

Don't misunderstand his actions wrong. After all you two aren't friends, you two are dating so don't worry. He would never cheat on you. The only problem is that you two aren't official, since you two don't want to deal with the media. So of course people think you're just friends.

Honestly speaking, you'd rather get bothered by social media, rather than him acting like a single man(whore). Of course you noticed how busy he started to get lately and even had the audacity to reply some fan mails! During your stay-at-home dates.

Your eyes that look at me. It's not the same as before.

Pulling the bag closer to your hip, you walked towards your seat with your head held high — showing absolute perfection with every step taken. Perhaps you were a goddess walking down the floor as if it was built for her.

Yes, probably.

"There you are." his gaze followed you through the reflections in the window and his head slowly turned to you.

But why do you look at me like I'm a worn-out shoe?

"I apologise for making you wait." you politely nodded your head as a waiter pulled the chair back for you. "Thanks."

I'm so pretty whatever I wear.

His eyes glided down your figure, taking in the sight in front of him as you sat down. You wore an off-shoulder bodycon dress, radiating a soft glow almost with the lights of the chandelier above you.

Everything else was covered though because you wore a matching cropped blazer over your shoulder, preventing everyone else to see more than your neck and collarbone.

I'm so sexy, even if I don't show skin.

"What are you going to eat..?" you asked carefully, eyes glued to the menu.

Underneath the calm and collected mask was a helpless, panicking and lost girl. The stares you received from the restaurant was making you feel a little pressured and sweat. At some point you felt like you were getting undressed by those eyes.

Nevertheless, you could swear they were fancier than you by miles! Richer and better dressed.

"Actually, I'm not hungry." he snapped you out of your thoughts as he sent you a fake smile. "Eat whatever you want, I'll pay."

"Oh..." you trailed off, sounding a little awkward after that.

That hoe invited you to dine out, but now he's pulling this move?

"If I’m being honest… I have to admit the same, I'm not hungry." you returned the same fake smile, placing a leg over the other and accidentally hitting his leg under the table.

"Really?" he acted surprised, a chuckle leaving his lips.

That's what he wanted to see, a fake smile.

"Excuse me?" someone spoke up, making your heads turn. "You two aren't dating, right?"

"Dating..?" you blinked in surprise, eyes slowly glancing to your partner, "No, we aren't dating. Just friends."

"Ah..!" the girl's eyes lit up at that and got her phone out. "Then, can I get your number?"

"O-Oh!" you stuttered, about to close your eyes because she was as blinding as light. "Actually—"

"She is currently seeing someone though." the male stood up from his chair and walked up to your side. "Sorry to crush your hopes."

"Really? But you aren’t the one, right?" the girl took a hesitant step back.

"Nah..." he smiled, suddenly pulling you up from your seat. His arms finding itself behind your back and under your knees, carrying you bridal-style.

"Let me down!" you cried out. "This is kidnapping..!"

"Dove, we're in public." he whispered as he sighed out.

"Help..!" you looked over his shoulder, back to the gorgeous girl who was left confused. "My number is 7xx—"

"Pshhhh."

ARE YOU A COUPLE NOW OR?

ITOSHI SAE.

　SEEING your friend surrounded by fans and also fangirls, wasn't the most pleasant sights for you. Of course, you have seen worse than this but you still can't help but feel a little jealous when they get so much more attention. (He doesn’t even look at them)

But again, Sae and you are well — it's very complicated between you actually. You two are definitely more than friends but also less than lovers. Others may call it a situation ship. Yet, is it one though?

Yes, actually yeah. You can't deny it yourself.

The feeling of warmth and joy always blooms in your stomach whenever you get even the smallest amount of his attention. You also can’t deny that you have feelings for him. Nevertheless, you aren't sure if he feels the same for you though!

At the end you aren't sure or confident that something will spark between you two if you did confess. On the other hand, your pride doesn't let you confess — because well. Your parents taught you it should be the other way around. Yeah…

Risky high heels, black stockings.

"Sae, I wondered where you were. I was waiting for your message like some kind of idiot.”

You won't be able to take your eyes off me.

People were staring at you, boys and girls. You walked past all of them, each step taken with confidence as if you were walking down the red carpet. The girl in all her glory, a shine almost incomparable to others.

When I wear a miniskirt. And walk down the street, everyone looks at me.

Most importantly Itoshi Sae was staring at you. Though, his expression blank and his teal eyes blinking a few times. His face was unchanged, just his usual stoic facial expression. You may say that he was unfazed by your outfit.

But why are you the only one who doesn't know?

"[name], sorry for making you wait." he apologised briefly, sounding so dry while doing so.

"Look at you, enjoying all the attention." you whispered. Almost — almost about to huff loudly in annoyance and maybe even desperation. "Let's go."

"Sure." he didn't even look back to the group of fans, turning his back to them to walk beside you.

"Holy— Don't tell me that's his fucking girlfriend..?"

"I failed as a girl. I didn't know he had a girlfriend!?"

"Why simp for him, when we just can worship her lol?"

"Back the fuck off..."

"Get in." he opened the door to his car for you like the gentleman he is.

"Thanks..." you muttered out and sat down on the passenger seat as you cursed yourself inwardly and wanted to rip your hair out. Did you seriously thought he would care an ounce for your stupid outfit? Well now you know.

"Here." as soon as he closed the door on his side, he threw his jacket over your lap, not minding enough to even glance into your direction. "Isn't it cold?"

It's summer.

"No." it's literally so hot, you stiffly answered and were about to give him back his jacket.

"Take it." he demanded, starting the car.

"But—"

"Take it." the audacity to interrupt you.

You knitted your eyebrows in annoyance and adjusted it on your lap before opening the window to let fresh air in. But Itoshi fucking Sae had different plans again.

"H-Hey!" you let out, immediately turning your head to him.

"Don't want anyone to see me." he answered, closing the tinted car window on your side again.

Oh you were about to jump this mother—

But if you only knew how hard he was fighting the urge to just slam his head against the wheel.

NO ONE SHOULD SEE YOU BUT HIM.

KAISER MICHAEL.

　JUST like Michael Kaiser, you too are confident with yourself. Your ego may not reach his, but you two know how headstrong you can be — how stubborn you can be.

That's also the reason why you two often struggle to communicate properly, not owning the right pride to speak up after a fight. Why should you try to solve everything when he made the mistake?

And if you two want the same thing? Oh boy, you are fighting over it like siblings would. In your weird relationship, you two act like friends, fight like siblings and love like a (strange) couple.

Honestly speaking, you can't believe you two have been together for over a year. Like with each month, it comes with each problem which ends in complete silence. And you decided to not talk about it unless the other starts.

How do you still communicate without a word?

"Alexis, tell this..." you stopped yourself from cursing, "this man to get over his ego and apologise.”

"Alright..." the poor poor boy answered as he walked out of your room to enter Kaiser's.

Mind you, you two live in the same house and share the same bedroom. But whenever there is a problem, he sleeps in the guest bedroom — the guest bedroom that is two doors away.

"He didn't answer and ushered me to go away." alexis came back and tried to put on a smile.

You only ignore me, I don't know where I'll bounce off to.

"Ah... Thanks." you answered, eventually turning to your friend with a frown. Maybe a sulk?

That's the downside for Alexis Ness when he's friends with both of you. Yes, he may be more loyal to Michael but at the end, he doesn't want you two to break up because that's the happiest Michael has ever been.

You don't know it and surely, Michael doesn’t realise it. But Alexis can swear on his whole life that without you, Michael would be not him and all of his struggles return to the starting point again. (The fake ego and all).

"Is there another message you want me to bring over?" Alexis questioned curiously, watching how you painted your nails.

I make time to get my nails done,

"No..." you breathed out and tried to perfect your skills, "sit down next to me."

"Yes, ma'am." he walked towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed next to your desk.

"I can't believe he's being such an asshole." you let out frustrated and put your finger tips into ice-cold water to fasten the drying process.

"Yeah..." Alexis was about to sigh out yet he held himself back. "How about... you put an end to this and speak up first...?"

"Alexis." you warned, immediately turning your head to glare at him.

"Alright." he sealed his lips again and kept you silent company.

"Whatever…” you rolled your eyes as soon as the nail polish dried. "Today, I'm trying out a new hairstyle."

"Oh? Which one?"

"You'll see." you send him a quick smile before getting your brush.

and change my hair.

It took a while for your hair — trying to brush out all knots and style it like the perfectionist you are. It took real long actually, so long that Alexis was about to fall asleep. But you just had to perfect your hairstyle. Despite the hellish pain.

How does the saying go? Whoever wants to be beautiful, must suffer.

"Get out." you ushered the boy to leave for privacy, pushing him out of the room.

"Of course..." he muttered and closed the door behind him.

I wear new shoes and wear a miniskirt but you don't notice.

"How do I look?" the door opened again, revealing a pretty woman with a confident grin.

"Good. Too good." he blinked in awe, taking in the sight of you. "Where are you going?"

"Out to meet a friend." you answered, walking down the stairs with a bag dangling off your shoulder. "A male friend!"

Extra loud for your supposed boyfriend.

Why are you so indifferent?

But there was no answer, just silence and Alexis' comforting smile. "Have fun." he wished you as you put on high heels. "Should I accompany you there?"

"No need. I can take care of myself!" to be honest, Alexis was fearing that you'd get drown by people, who asking for your number. With those looks? Looks that didn't come from earth? He’s sure you’ll get kidnapped at this point.

Before other wolves snatch me away,

"Okay, take care of that baby." you smiled at Alexis, taking your keys and opening the door.

Pay attention boy.

Yet it quickly got slammed shut with a loud thud, leaving you and Alexis startled. You flinched slightly as Michael grasped your wrist and pulled you closer — so you would face him properly.

"Where do you think you're going with this outfit?" he was close, almost too close.

"C-Café?" you stuttered in surprise, blinking.

"With me?” he chuckled slowly, “yeah no. Cancel those plans, idiot." he rolled his eyes and roughly grabbed the back of your neck — lip's colliding hard as if two worlds met.

"Oh well..." Alexis didn't hesitate to leave the house, giving you some privacy.

THERE WAS NO NEED FOR WORDS WHEN HE ACTED.

ITOSHI RIN.

　AS much as you love Itoshi Rin, who was literally your boyfriend, there are moments where you seriously want to strangle him the life out of him and give him a part of your senses.

It's not his fault. It's just — It’s his first relationship (clearly) and you're here to guide him. Remind yourself, no one is perfect at the first try even if it's the crazy soccer prodigy of blue lock.

You aren't too sure what happened in that prison called blue lock, but it can't be that his phone got taken away during those weeks. You doubt it. You called him hundreds of times and messaged him thousands of times (with no reply though).

Did he forget you? Or was this all an excuse so he can get away from you? Maybe you were being too pushy with him, maybe you forced your feelings onto him. Maybe, maybe...

Nevertheless, you taught him to communicate with you properly if he had a problem. Because in a relationship, communication is the main key and nothing else.

I'm getting more and more tired.

You stared at your own message — which said that he should meet you at that one spot. The one spot where you decided to intertwine your fates and seal them together.

"There he goes! Oliver Aiku blocking the way for Blue lock's ten!" the reporter screamed into the mic.

Yes, you were watching the U-20 match you missed yesterday — you weren’t aware of the existence of that match until a friend told you. A friend, not Rin.

"Blue lock's ten? He has a name..!" you huffed in annoyance and leaned against the cold stone. "His name is I - to - shi Rin!"

"Will he shoot!? Will he!? It seems like his dominant foot is his right one! He cannot shoot yet!" the man speculated.

"Of course he will." you puffed out your cheeks, gripping your phone tightly.

"And!? And— HE SHOT THE BALL! WE'RE FORTY MINUTES INTO THE FIRST HALF AND WITH THIS GOAL FROM ITOSHI RIN..!" the dude screamed, excited himself as he continued, "THE BLUE LOCK ELEVEN ARE IN THE LEAD 2-1!"

The crowd cheered loudly as your boyfriend raised his fist, celebrating his goal on his own. A bright smile painted your features as you watched the screen excited. “Of course he’d scored..!" you whispered under your breath.

He looks happy. Very happy. And to be frank, you've never seen him happier, not even in your relationship. But what do you expect? It's been a few months since you got together. You can't expect too much yet.

"Pardon me, miss." you flinched as soon as someone spoke up.

"...Yes?" you held your phone close to your racing heart.

"Is this yours?" the boy questioned, raising a handkerchief from the floor.

"Oh yes..!" you nodded and closed your phone, recognising the personal handkerchief you made for Rin. "Thank you, I didn't notice that it fell out of my coat."

With gratitude you bowed slightly and took the gift back, pocketing it in your beige trench coat which covered your whole body. If your mom didn't force you to take it, you probably would've died or killed yourself. It depends.

First of all, it was super cold. And second of all, your outfit was a bit too daring. But you prettied yourself up for your boyfriend, so you couldn't help yourself! On the other hand, you expected too much. He probably didn't even read the message.

"—Just a few moments ago, I heard the U-20 match." the male continued.

"O-Oh..! Yes." you stuttered, which was clearly out of surprise. You seriously expected him to make his merry way back to wherever he came from.

"You watch soccer?" the guy asked curiously, leaning on the stone next to you — luckily, not too close.

"Mhm, but I'm not the biggest fan of soccer." you sweat dropped, about to move away from the guy.

He was really kind. It was just kind of obvious that he wanted something from you. But because you have a boyfriend, you have to reject him respectfully.

"Ah! I'm Uzui Arata by the way. Nice to meet you..?" he introduced himself, and that'd be the point where you reject him.

"Nice to meet you but—"

"I'm her boyfriend." someone interrupted you, your heads turning to the male.

"Ah, Rin!" you blinked in surprise.

"Oh my god!? Aren't you Blue lock's ten!?" the male beside you already forgot about you and jumped up with glimmering eyes.

"Yeah, and?" your boyfriend stared at the stranger.

"I'm a big fan after that match! Your name is Itoshi Rin, right!? Can I get your autograph?"

"Would that make you go away?"

"Of course, yes!"

From nowhere, the male pulled put a pen and a piece of a paper for Rin to sign. "Thank you so much..!" he thanked him enthusiastically before taking out his phone, "is it possible if I get a picture too?"

"No." Rin rejected him briefly.

Even your eyes that look at me, why is it so cold?

"He means yes." you nudged his arm as you corrected him, ignoring how his eyes coldly was digging into your soul.

I don't know.

You send him a smile despite the glare, trying to cheer him and yourself up with the smile. "I can make the picture." you offered, accepting the phone as you stepped back to take the desired photo.

But it'll change now.

"Three... Two... One. Say cheese!" you clicked the button multiple times.

"Oh my— Thank you so so so much!" the fan bowed slightly, taking back the phone and making his merry way back to home, probably showing off the signature and the picture.

I'm a confident girl,

"Hey." you started off slowly, the smile faltering slightly as you faced him. You were nervous. Nervous as hell that he wants to break up with you or anything. Your cheeks heated up.

Was it from embarrassment?

"[name]." he replied and met your gaze as his own eyes were inspecting your pretty features. "Isn't it hot?"

"No..." you trailed off and tried to ignore the sweat forming on your forehead. Oh boy, weren't you nervous?

"You sure?" he questioned, a hint of concern behind his layered cool and collected voice.

But why are you making me struggle?

"You're here." you changed the topic quickly, letting your head sink to the ground to hide your face.

"You called." and then, he got his phone out and showed you the multiple messages you left him, "and you said you'd pretty yourself up for me."

"Did I haha..?" you laughed awkwardly and faced him again to read his reply.

"Show me." he demanded.

"No..! It's too embarrassing. I didn't expect you to actually come." you refused, holding your arms close to your body.

"Please..?" he added.

Was that ass using his charms against you? The charms you taught him to use? Oh wow.

"No way..."

"Please."

"Ugh!" you heated up again and slowly removed your hands off the trench coat.

Just do it quick and easy.

As soon as it got opened, it revealed your outfit. Miniskirt, black stockings and a blouse. But that also the moment when he held onto your hands — forcing you halt during your movements.

"What's wrong?" your arms fell to the side as you watched him close your trench coat again.

"Nothing."

"Oh… Are you being shy?" you questioned, curiously staring at his face.

"Shut up, no I’m not. Just don't open the coat again." he demanded you and closed every single button. Not here, he wanted to add.

"Rin..." you blinked, your lips curling into a sly smile, "you're super shy! Don't act all nonchalant now! Give me a kiss! Or hug!"

Well this was a confidence boost.

"Back away."

"Should I really?" you let out a chuckle as his arms wrapped around you and returned the hug. “I’m her boyfriend huh?”

“Is there a problem?”

“No.” you kissed his cheek, “but whenever something like this happens, they usually say »she is my girlfriend«.”

“Ah is there difference?” he asked innocently.

“Yeah. But I’ll teach you later.”

FROM NOW ON, YOU ARE HIS MATCH CELEBRATION.

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mommafudd · 2 days ago

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A lil sum.

This is very mid I didn’t do my best and this was in the drafts for long asf. I didn’t proofread! Don’t flame me. I’ve been holding off for days. Okay enjoy!

TW: Smut, Degradation, Language, Mommy Azzi, Daddy P

WC: 8.5k

It was a Friday night in Gampel Pavilion. It was 6 p.m., and tonight was senior night. All the girls were deciding who should wear whose jersey, and without any debate, the team knew Azzi had Paige’s jersey. During this time, Paige and Azzi had been in an on-and-off situation. Azzi was all in, but Paige still feared what the media would say.

But that would all change tonight.

All the seniors had no clue who was gonna wear their jerseys since the injured brigade made it a surprise. Jana was in Aubrey’s jersey. Ayanna was in Aaliyah’s jersey. Carol was in Nika’s jersey. Of course, Azzi was in Paige’s.

All four girls wore jackets over their jerseys to keep it a surprise. Once the teams had run out, they all sat down. When they sat down, they took off their jackets and let the seniors see who had their jerseys on.

When Paige saw Azzi she nearly salivated. As the three other seniors walked up to the girls to give them a hug Paige stood there. Azzi thought she had made a mistake and shouldn’t have worn the jersey at all. That was until Paige had that stupid only for Azzi grin on her face. Azzi didn’t notice since she had turned away in embarrassment.

That’s when Paige saw it. Bueckers. She rushed toward Azzi not trying to make it too noticeable to anyone in the stands. She reached her and hugged Azzi from the back and tucked her head in the crook of her neck sneaking a kiss that couldn’t be caught by any lingering cameras.

When Azzi felt Paige she smiled and flushed deeply. “Someone exited huh?”, Azzi said. “You know what you’re doing ma.”, Paige replied her voice muffled since her face was still tucked in the crook of Azzi’s neck. After a few moments, Azzi turned around and gave Paige an actual hug.

“Lemme take you out tonight pretty lady”, Paige said with confidence. Azzi had already mentally said yes but wanted to challenge Paige a little. “Drop 20 and I’ll consider.”, Azzi said with a sly smirk and a hint of playfulness in her tone.

“Baby that ain’t nothin’ I could do that in my sleep”, Paige said. “Yea whatever Bueckers don’t get too cocky now.”, Azzi replied. “Well you sit there and look pretty and pick what color suit you want me to wear and pick a matching dress and some nice jewelry.”, Paige said with high confidence.

“Paige if you don’t go warm up I’m getting Geno on you.”, she said with a laugh. Paige raised a hand over her heart in mock hurt. “Wow okay, I see how it is. Okay I guess but, I’d rather be talking to you right now though.”, Paige said in a playful sassy tone as she skipped away from Azzi and onto the court with the rest of the team.

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The game had started and by halftime, UConn was winning. Paige had 24 points and a few assists. She was sprinting up and down the court everyone thought she was working for that win. But no. She was working to be able to take her girl out.

She was throwing dime passes the whole way through the third quarter. She had 28 points by the 4th quarter the score was 44-82 with 12 seconds left on the clock.

The ball had just been inbounded to Paige and she started calling the play “ISO! ISO! Clear clear!” Everyone started spacing out since George Town was playing man. 8 seconds. She attempted to get her defender off of her and succeeded. 5 seconds. She did a fancy between-the-legs behind the back trying to impress the curly-haired girl on the sideline. 2 seconds. She shot. One second. Once the ball left her hands the bench stood up. The buzzer sounded with the ball in the air. Splash. She had 31 points.

Azzi slowly clapped. When Paige hit the shot she blew a kiss to Azzi. The cameras thought it was for Geno since in an earlier press conference he said Paige is a terrible shooter. (As a joke) But instead, she blew it to the woman behind him. Her woman. Azzi Jazlyn Fudd. After they went through the handshake line Paige sprinted to the younger girl.

“You did well out there P”, Azzi said in a soft tone as Paige approached. “Thank you, Az. So baby, since I did so good what about that date?”, she asked. “I said I would think about it not a for sure answer.”, Azzi said as she pulled Paige into a hug. “But I mean if you insist then…..yes. I wouldn’t mind a date”. Once Azzi said that Paige got extremely giddy and tightened her arms around Azzi sneaking a kiss to her cheek.

“Okay I’ll pick you up at 8:15 okay ma”, she said as she pulled out of the embrace. As she walked toward the locker for a shower Azzi called after her “White suit, Air Forces, Diamond chain, and a Bust-down watch!”, Azzi said in a shout.

Paige turned back and winked at her as she walked away. Azzi smiled as she got her stuff and headed home.

As they both got home they got ready. Azzi called Carol and Paige called Ice and KK.

(Azzi’s POV)

“Car’ I don’t know which dress I should wear I wanna go for sexy but subtle at the same time you know?” I only have three white dresses one with a V cut showing off the valley of her breasts. The other is a short dress cut off at her mid-thigh with a slit on the left side. The last one had a cross-laced back piece mid-length and a V cut not exposing much. “Um… I think the third one it’s subtle and it’ll make you look even hotter than you are.”, I nodded and considered it.

I went to the closet to change and slipped into the dress. When I came out Caroline said “See Azzi it looks hot as hell Paige is gonna be thinking some crazy things you know that right?”, “Oh my gosh, Car nothing's gonna happen she just wants dinner,” I replied as she laughed. “I don’t know Azzi she looked like she was gonna eat you for dinner when she saw her name on your back.”, That gave me a thought.

“Wait Car did she like it when I had her jersey on?”, I asked. “Seriously? Did you not see her She looked like a starved puppy who had just seen some chicken on the ground.”. Carol said matter-of-factly.

“Okay wait out here I have a good outfit.”, I told Caroline as I went back into the closet and shut the door. Carol was lounging on the bed scrolling through Instagram. Her focus shifted to the closet as I stepped out. “ Oh. My. Gosh.”, Carol laughed “You little whore do you know what you’ll do to her?” Carol said humorously.

“I do. That’s why I’m doing it.”, I replied with a sly grin. I had on a white long sleeve with a white Bueckers jersey over it, small revealing jean shorts, white Nike socks, and White Air Forces, and my curly hair hung loose framing my shoulders. I walked over to my phone and shot Paige a text.

P💕

A💕: Hey p, change of plans. Instead of the suit wear a pair of blue jeans, a White long sleeve, and White forces.

P💕: Okay. Why though?

A💕: Because I didn’t wanna be fancy tonight I know you’re exhausted.

P💕: Aww thanks for being mindful baby See you soon.

A💕: Okay bye P. See you in 10

I locked my phone put it on the desk and turned to Carol. “So I just told her no suit and to match me. Should I wear the set I bought?”, I asked Carol. “Azzi!, you seriously haven’t shown her it yet?!”, Carol exclaimed in confusion. “No it was supposed to be a surprise,”

I said in defense.

“Azzi you have 5 minutes before she gets here hurry up and put it on.”, “Okay I’m going.”, I went back to the closet and put my set on under my clothes. Once I came out there was a knock at the door.

As I approached the door I heard someone pacing on the other side of the door. Before I opened it I put on a white jacket to hide the jersey. I expected Paige to show up with herself only but to my surprise, Paige was standing there with a bouquet. Flustered as hell.

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“Hi Mama”, Paige said. She was extremely flustered. “Hey P you okay?”

“Yeah just a bit nervous.”, “Oh okay let’s go.”, Azzi said as she stepped out and shut the door. They began to walk towards Paige’s car and Paige rushed to open the passenger door for Azzi. “Aww such a gentlewoman tonight aren’t we baby?”, Paige blushed and once Azzi settled she gave her a quick peck on the cheek before shutting the door.

Paige got in the driver's seat and started the car. She turned on her SZA playlist before backing out. As she backed out she noticed a dark shade of pink on Azzi's cheeks. “Who got you blushing over there baby?”, Paige asked. “You know who.”, Azzi said matter-of-factly. As Paige drove Azzi grabbed Paige’s hand lacing their fingers together.

Paige had the whole night planned out. She took Azzi out to the place where they had their first date. It was a small 24-hour diner on the outskirts of Storrs. She decided on this place for a good reason as well. She needed time. Back at Azzi's dorm KK, Ice, and Carol were setting up something special for Azzi.

When they arrived Paige got out and opened the door for Azzi. Before she let Paige shut the door she took off the jacket. Then Paige saw it again. Bueckers. Her heart did the stupid flip it always did around Azzi. She let out a shaky exhale and pulled Azzi into her arms. She kissed her way around her face and then she kissed her lips. Slow and tender something for just the two of them.

As they pulled away they both smiled. “Az do you know what you do to me?”, Paige asked. “Of course I do. Why do you think I always do it?”, Paige laced their hands together and they started walking into the diner.

As they walked in they were met with a short light-skinned man. “Hello welcome, just the two of you for the night?”, the host asked. “Yes just us, would you mind if we got a booth near a more empty part of the restaurant? We just wanna enjoy the night together.”, “Uh yes no problem, I would ask the same if I were the face of Storrs.”, the host said. The three chuckled.

As the host grabbed their menus and walked them to a private booth he set the menus down and brought out some water. They scanned the menus and Azzi couldn’t decide on one option. “P I don’t know I want the shrimp and the steak at the same time help meeee” Before Paige could respond the waiter returned. “Hello what could I get started for you?”, the waiter said but her attention was fully directed towards Azzi.

The waiter was clearly on the masculine side. “Um I’ll have the T-Bone steak with a side of mashed potatoes and fries, and she’ll have the jumbo shrimp with a side of veggie mix and white rice.”, Paige said though the question was directed towards Azzi. The waiter wrote the order down and didn’t pay a glance to Paige as her focus remained beaming on Azzi. “Would you like anything else, pretty lady? On the house.”, Azzi smiled. “Um yeah actually can I get some chicken strips My girlfriend loves them.”, Azzi said with confidence.

The waiter's overconfident smile faded. “Uh yeah sure.”, she replied dryly. She walked away after taking their orders. Paige broke the silence “Girlfriend?”, Paige asked as she smiled stupidly. “What I wanted her to know I wasn’t on the market.”, Azzi said calmly. “Damn right you’re not.”, Paige said taking a sip of her water. They chatted for about 15 minutes, just Paige rambling about the game and Azzi talking about what Geno was saying. Then Paige spoke up “I like my name on your back.”, Azzi blushed. “Yeah?”. “Yeah. I do.”, Paige said.

Azzi was about to reply before the waiter came back with her food. She placed it right in front of Azzi. Then she placed the chicken strips right beside her plate as if they were just for her. “Hope you like the chicken strips I told the chef to make them for someone special.”, she said as she smiled at Azzi.

Azzi placed the chicken strips right in front of Paige and said “She is special right? She dropped 31 on Georgetown tonight.”, Azzi said as she smiled at Paige. The waiter replied “Oh I was talking about you I meant your special.”, she said still trying to flirt. “Oh wrong person then.”, Azzi said. The waiter stood awkwardly in front of the table and then left.

When she returned with Paige’s food she harshly placed it down and did not use the polite softness she used with Azzi. Paige cut a piece of steak as the waiter spoke “Is there anything else I can get you guys?”. “Um yeah actually,” Paige said. She fed Azzi the steak straight off her fork then proceeded “I would appreciate it if you stopped trying to flirt with my girl after she repeatedly told you she’s got a girlfriend. Last time I checked she doesn’t have your jersey on with your name or number on it.”, Paige said in a harsh tone.

The waiter stood in silence. She walked away without a word looking pale as ever due to the pure embarrassment.

As they finished up their dinner (Azzi stealing half of Paige’s steak and Paige stealing half of her shrimp) they made their way to the front counter to pay. “Hello again”, said the host with a smile. “Was the booth private enough?”, he asked in curiosity. “Uh, yeah it was but your server was being a little invasive all good though.”, Paige said. “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry for the inconvenience I will let my manager know and we’ll make sure you never have this issue again. Matter of fact dinners on the house. You played an excellent game today.”, the host said.

“Oh no that’s fine I got it and I appreciate the support.”, Paige replied pulling out her card.

“No seriously it’s fine you two have a good night.”, the man said. “Thank you so much have a good one.”, Paige and Azzi said.

As they walked to the car Paige opened the door for Azzi. Azzi pressed a quick kiss to Paige’s lips. “Thanks for taking me out tonight baby.”, Azzi said. Paige smiled, “No problem you’re my priority mama.” As Paige walked around the car she texted the group chat.

P boogers😼: Guys is it ready We’ll be there in about 30

Ice🧊: Give us 20 minutes

KK 🧑🏿‍🎤: Um we're almost done go do smth with her or take forever to get here

Car🚗: Uh yeah it’s gon be a minute Distract her we’ll text when we're done.

P boogers😼: Okay I’ll take her for ice cream.

Azzi rolled down her window “Paige why are you taking forever to get in the car?”, Paige replied, “Oh shoot sorry I was texting kk.” Azzi nodded. “Baby you want dessert?”, asked Paige. “Aww, you know me so well. What about ice cream?”, “Baby I was already setting the GPS for Dairy Queen c’mon you know that.”

“Okay well let’s go because I want my triple chocolate ice cream.”, Azzi said with joy.

As they drove to Dairy Queen it was about 15 minutes. When they got there Paige got out and opened Azzi’s door like clockwork. She helped Azzi out and they stepped inside the ice cream shop.

As they stepped in they both scanned the menu as they stood in silence. Deep down they both knew what they wanted but they were trying to give one another time just in case. As the middle-aged man stepped up to the register he asked “Hello welcome to D.Q what can I get you guys today?”, the man said. Paige ordered, “I’ll have 2 scoops of mint chocolate chip and my girl will have 2 scoops of rocky road.”

The cashier typed out the order. “Okay that will be $8.54”, Azzi took out her wallet but before she could insert her card Paige’s phone was already on the reader. Ding*. “Paige come on I was gonna pay.”, Azzi said in mock hurt. “It’s okay Az I got it. 8 dollars isn’t gonna break my bank.”, Paige winked. Azzi rolled her eyes and shoved Paige lightly. “Show off.”

“Only for you.”, Paige replied with a smug grin. Then they went to sit in the corner of the shop where a small two-person booth sat. “So… I have a surprise for you.”, Paige said. “What is it?”, Azzi asked. “Az I said ‘surprise’ The whole purpose of a surprise is that you don’t know.”, Paige said matter-of-factly.

A few moments later Paige spoke again. “I hope you like it and I hope you don’t break my heart tonight.” Before Azzi could respond the man came with their ice cream. They were eating in silence then Azzi spoke. “I enjoy your company P. You truly mean the world to me.”, Paige replied “You’re my everything, Azzi. Most of the time the reason I get up from bed and decide to breathe.”

They finished their ice cream in silence walked to the bins hand in hand and threw out the trash. They left the ice cream shop and Paige walked Azzi to the passenger side opening her door. “Thank you”, Azzi said. “No problem beautiful.”, Paige responded as she buckled Azzi in. Before she went to her side she placed a gentle but meaningful kiss on Azzi’s lips. As Paige walked around the car and got into the driver's side her phone buzzed with a notification. Five to be exact.

Ice🧊: Yo we’re done now

KK🧑🏿‍🎤: Yeah what Ice said we think she’ll love it.

Car🚗: yall gon have a time TONIGHT.

Ice🧊: Yeah we put a lil sum in there for yall to try😏

KK🧑🏿‍🎤: Azzi isn’t sleeping tonight P better stop by the gas station n buy a monster or sum

P boogers😼: Yall are gay. We're on our way back though get out of her room. Now.

Car🚗: Okay I’m pushing them out the door we’re out now. Yall gon have fun tonight…

P boogers: Oh I know. Thanks, Caro

“Paige. Off the phone. Now.”, Azzi said in a stern voice. “Oh shoot I’m sorry love I was texting the group chat. No more phone tonight.”, Azzi smiled at the statement. “Promise?”, “Promise.”, Paige reassured.

Paige started the engine and began driving. She reached for Azzi’s hand. “Don’t say anything but.. just know I love you, sweetheart.” Azzi wanted to reply but kept quiet due to the first few words in Paige’s sentence. They were passing a familiar road, one that led all the student of UConn to their dorms. As Paige turned left they pulled into the parking lot.

Once Paige had parked she told Azzi to wait there. She popped the trunk got out a blindfold and helped Azzi out of the car. She wrapped the blindfold around Azzi’s head and quickly ran back to the trunk to pick up the bouquet of pink roses. Though Azzi couldn’t see them Paige already knew she would love them. Paige slowly but surely helped Azzi up to the third floor of their dormitory. She opened the door. She told Azzi to wait there so she could check the room making sure the setup was nice.

When she walked in she saw it. The beautiful pink roses were scattered along the bed. The pink and white sheets. The gift basket contained a pink unicorn, candy, body care, slippers, a blanket, and a bunch more goodies Her eyes landed on one particular box.

It was a purple velvet box.

In the middle of the bed. Placed gently under the sign that read. ‘Azzi Jazlyn Fudd will you be my girlfriend?’ In all pink letters with a unicorn at the top right. On the bottom left the sign had a small check box and a marker taped to it. ‘Will you be the pink to my purple?’

Paige was extremely giddy. She hurried back to Azzi since she had already been waiting a little too long. She saw Azzi standing near the door. She approached her. “Are you ready baby?”

“Yes, I am.”

Paige gently guided Azzi toward the room blindfold still on. She pushed the door open and the scent of the champagne toast candle hit Azzi like a shockwave. “Mmm, what’s that smell It smells good.”, Azzi said. “Champagne toast.”, is all Paige replied and you can hear the smirk in her smile.

“Are you ready?”, Paige asked. “Oh my gosh, Paige hurry up you’ve asked a billion times already.”, Azzi said. “Okay, okay”, Paige replied in mock defense as she finally pulled off the blindfold and Azzi opened her eyes. She covered her mouth with both of her hands. “Azzi Jazlyn Fudd, will you be my girlfriend?”, Paige asked. “Yes!, Yes!, Yes!,”, Azzi exclaimed.

Paige pulled her into a tight hug and then littered her face with kisses. “Check out all the stuff I got you. Some of the girls helped me out since we left.”, Azzi looked at that basket and saw a long black box that stuck out due to the black to colorful contrast of the other bright colors. She pulled it out and it had no label. Azzi asked Paige if she knew what it was but they were both clueless. Azzi decided to take a first glance. Once she opened the box she closed it immediately. Paige decided to take a look for herself and did the same.

Of course. Like Ice said. A lil sum.

They both looked at each other and laughed. “Oh my gosh, I knew ice was up to something,” Paige said. “Paige. Madison. Bueckers. You’re telling me Isuneh Brady put a sex toy in my girlfriend's basket?”, Azzi asked. “Yeah that girl is something else.”, Paige said.

Paige sat down on the bed and grabbed the velvet box before she got down on one knee. “Azzi I already know you’re gonna be my wife one day so I bought you this promise ring so you can see it every day and know how much I love you. Ever since we were 16 you’ve been the one woman I have eyes for. You treat me so good and I’ve been extremely stupid to make you wait this long. I love you so much that I would do anything for you. You are the most gorgeous woman I know and the most kind, intelligent, and amazing Lady I know and want. I love you so much and I don’t want you to forget that. So I promise you, I will marry you when the time is right.” At this point, Azzi was in shambles and her cheeks were drenched in tears. Paige put the ring on her hand and once she stood up Azzi pushed her onto the bed littering her face with kisses.

She got on top of Paige and straddled her like she’d done countless times before. Paige had barely processed the way Azzi was looking at her. She looked like she had been dehydrated and the only way to quench her thirst was Paige. Azzi softly pressed her lips onto Paige’s and kept a slow steady pace of rhythmic pecks. When Azzi began to get close to the sweet spot underneath Paige’s jaw the whimpering and soft moans from Paige started eliciting faster and some louder or quieter than others.

They were kissing aggressively licking into each other’s mouths competing for dominance and just as Azzi was starting to gain leverage Paige picked her up. She stood with her arms under Azzi's ass keeping her in a stable position. She backed Azzi into the wall and started littering kisses down Azzi’s neck. As she reached the sweet spot of her collarbone bone she began to mark Azzi's collarbone. Some hickeys could only be visible to someone staring at her neck area.

Paige purposefully did this to make sure that people knew she was not available. While Paige was trying to see what noises she could drag out of her girlfriend she felt a sudden force to her shoulders. Azzi plopped down and pushed Paige onto the bed. “You’ve had your fun P. Now let me show you how much I wanna have the real ring on my finger.”, Azzi said this as she crawled into Paige’s lap straddling her once more.

Paige felt as if someone had yanked the oxygen from her lungs. There was an extremely noticeable throbbing between her legs. Azzi started marking her territory as well and as she did so she began to grind over Paige’s pussy. Paige started letting out little oh, ah, uh, oh, ah, uh’s. Paige was straight-up whimpering.

“Arms up.”, Azzi said. Paige obeyed and let Azzi remove her shirt and sports bra. Once the tops found their way to the corner of the room Azzi was attacking Paige’s breasts. She was biting and sucking all over her chest. Then, she took one of Paige's hard nipples into her mouth and licked against it softening it with the flat of her tongue. Paige was moaning louder now.

Azzi hadn’t taken off the jersey yet and Paige was aching to remove it. “Can I take this off Mama?”, Paige asked. Azzi nodded and gave her a smug smile. As Paige removed the jersey she immediately noticed the top half of the pretty lavender lingerie. There was a purple lacy mesh bra that had straps connecting to the lower half.

Paige silently asked permission to take off Azzi’s shorts and Azzi immediately nodded. Paige removed the shorts and saw the bottom half. There was a very tiny pair of matching lavender panties. One odd thing that Paige had yet to notice was that there was a ring at the bottom. Where Azzi's entrance was there was a hole with a ring so she could still have access to Azzi's juicy cunt. “Damn ma, I’m going to slut you the fuck out.”, Paige lets out a half growl half whimper. She sounded extremely desperate.

“What do you want pretty my fingers? Mouth?”, Paige asked. “Strap.”, was all Azzi said. Paige complied. Though she had never used a strap-on before she quickly got the hang of it. She secured the harness onto her hips with the perfect fit. When she returned to Azzi she asked to take off her bra. Once Azzi’s chest was bare Paige was attacking her chest. Hungry. She took a nipple into her mouth and began sucking in it gently as her other hand caressed the swell of the other breast. Azzi felt an amazing sensation as if Paige was releasing all her stress with her tongue. “Stop, teasing me Daddy I need it. Please.”, Azzi begged. At the seriousness and want in Azzi’s tone, Paige got on her knees.

In between Azzi's legs, Paige pulled the panties aside and began giving kitten licks to Azzi's dripping cunt. Paige was making out with Azzis clit causing her to let out soft and gentle moans. Beautiful moans. At that, Paige stuck two fingers in just to give her enough stretch. After all, she didn’t want to hurt the younger girl with the sudden stretch.

When Azzi didn’t feel as tight Paige pulled out her fingers. She looked directly into Azzi’s eyes as she sucked and licked them clean. She leaned down and kissed Azzi. Hard. She licked into her mouth and Azzi moaned at the taste of her arousal on Paige’s tongue. Paige scooted her body up Azzi’s and her hips were now hovering above her chest just before the beginning of Azzi’s face. Before Azzi could question Paige spoke. “Suck.”, Paige demanded. “W-what?”, Azzi asked in genuine confusion. “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself. Go on. Suck.” Though Paige was new at this she gained confidence with the newfound way of pleasure.

Azzi pushed up onto her elbows and began licking the head of the strap. One thing Paige failed to notice as she put the strap on was that the base of it was directly over her sensitive puffy clit. As Azzi gained more confidence she started sucking it with more force she was sucking half of the strap. The pull from her mouth was causing the dick to move in rhythmic circles. The friction of Azzi moving was causing Paige to let out little moans. Azzi didn’t have any clue why Paige was making noises and concluded that she was just being dramatic and being in the moment. She didn’t know that just a slight small movement was rubbing Paige’s clit. Paige grabbed Azzi’s head and Azzi shoved her mouth down the full length. Azzi felt 9 inches in her mouth curving down into her throat. She was gagging and her saliva was all over the toy but she kept moaning and sucking. “Fuck baby, you like sucking my dick? You even know how to deep-throat?”, Paige said.

Azzi remained quiet. Then Paige got up from where she was above Azzi’s face and made her way back to the foot of the bed. “Are you ready baby? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. You tell me the word and I’ll stop.”, Paige reassured. “Paige if you don’t fuck my brains out within the next 10 seconds I’m gonna cry.”, with that Paige moved off the bed. Azzi was about to complain until she realized what Paige was doing. She was picking up the jersey Azzi was wearing from off the floor. She came back to the bed and held the jersey out toward Azzi. “Here put it on. I wanna see my name on your back while I slut you out.”

Without complaint, Azzi slipped on the jersey and began getting into missionary. Except Paige had a big issue with that. She grabbed Azzi by the hips and flipped her over in one swift motion with concerning ease. Azzi yelped in shock at the action. “Oh my gosh Paige!, wait damn, that was lowkey sexy. You’ve been in the weight room Daddy?”, Azzi said as she arched her back. Paige huffed a laugh. “You ready pretty?”, Paige asked. “Yes, just fuck me already Daddy.”, Azzi whined as she arched her back farther to tease Paige.

Paige bent down and started sucking a new love bite into Azzi’s neck from behind. Azzi was starting to get needy and began to whine. “Paige hurry up.”, Azzi said. “Who are you talking to like that baby?”, Paige said as she grabbed Azzi’s hair. Before Azzi could respond Paige thrust her hips forward sending the full length of the strap into Azzi. Paige repeatedly pushed the head of the strap in through the ring where Azzi's entrance was. She felt the base of the strap rub over her clit with a large amount of friction. Again. She was cooked.

Azzi's moan dragged out with the pace of Paige stroking the dick into her. “Mmm. Look at you, taking this dick like Daddy’s little slut. Who do you belong to Az?”, Paige asked as she drove in harder on this particular stroke. “You!, ugh!, F-fuck. You P!, I'm your slut! Your cocks so big!”, Azzi exclaimed as Paige was fucking her at an ungodly pace. “Ugh!, fuck daddy!, It’s in my stomach!”, Azzi screamed. Paige smiled and growled into the crevice of her neck “Yeah? I’m gonna put all my babies in you Az. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget that pretty name of yours mami.”

Paige grabbed Azzi by the base of her scalp and tugged harder than before. Azzi let out a strangled whimper. Then to let go of some of the tension she figured she would try to distract Paige. She started throwing it back on Paige meeting her hips halfway. Somehow she felt the strap go deeper at this motion.“Damn Mama, who taught you how to throw ass like that?”, Paige said in a smug tone. Azzi could practically hear the smirk on Paige’s face. Paige continued to slide the dick in and out of Azzi and she began to shake and squirm. They kept this pace for a decent amount of time.

“Fuck Mama you feel so good I swear I can fuck you all night.”, Paige said as she kept her pace, sweat dripping down her temples and all. “Fuck Daddy, this pussy is all yours!”, “Who’s is it Azzi Tell me louder I wanna hear you,”, Paige said as she began to let out fairly loud moans. “You!, I’m yours P!, this is all yours! No one fucks this pussy like you!”, Azzi said approaching her release.

Within seconds Azzi was pleading to let go of the boiling heat in her lower stomach. “Fuck P!, I’m gonna c-cummmm. Please Daddy can I cum!”, Azzi said as Paige continued to ram into her. Paige herself was rapidly approaching the edge. “Nah, ask correctly Azzi baby,”, Paige said as she continued railing Azzi from behind. “Fuck!, Please Daddy can I cum on your dick!, I want you to fill this pussy up”, Azzi said in a desperate ragged tone. “Yeah baby, cum on my dick. Warm up my cock, mama. I’m there too. Fuckkkk Az I’m cumminggggg!”, Paige said as she released. They were both trembling, and Paige was sprawled on Azzi's back now.

As Paige stood up she asked, “You okay if I pull out?”, Azzi nodded. “Yeah but slow.” With that Paige slowly pulled the strap out. It was covered in Azzi’s cum and slick. Before she could grab a towel to clean it Azzi got off the bed. “What are you doing Mama?”, Paige asked in confusion. Without a reply, Azzi got on her knees in front of Paige. It took Paige a moment to understand what Azzi wanted.

She inched the strap closer to her mouth and without hesitation, Azzi took it into her mouth. She licked and sucked the strap until all of her release was nowhere to be found. Paige pulled her up onto her feet and kissed her gently. She traced the outline of her lips as if she hadn’t memorized them. She then licked across the entrance of Azzi’s lips asking for permission. Azzi immediately obliged and opened her mouth giving Paige access to explore her mouth. As soon as Paige tasted Azzi on her tongue she let out a half groan and a half growl. They stayed like that for a moment just kissing and holding each other until Paige felt Azzi’s hand come around to her ass to undo the strap. She unclamped the straps and the toy d

Fell to the floor with a. Thud.

Paige eased out of the kiss. “You're done for tonight?”, Paige said as she caressed Azzi's jaw. “No. Get on the bed.”, Azzi replied in a flat tone. Paige was a little taken aback by the boldness of the comment but without argument, she got on the bed. Azzi removed the jersey and put the laced bra back on. She clamped the straps to the lingerie back on and started, “We’re gonna do this the right way because I wore this set for you and I’m not wasting it just because you have a jersey kink. Okay Bueckers?”, Azzi said. Paige fumbled her words, “Y-yes ma’am”

Azzi began to walk toward the bed at a slow agonizing pace. When she reached the foot of the bed she climbed onto the mattress slowly. Paige was sprawled on the bed waiting for Azzi. Azzi crawled up Paige’s body slowly until she reached Paige’s hips. She straddled Paige and sat over her bare bottom half. “I want you to touch and feel me and make me feel wanted and seen.”, Azzi instructed Paige. Without hesitation, Paige reached up and cupped both of Azzi’s breasts through the Lacy meshy bra. She kept her hands there moving them around the valley of her chest. She sat up a little bit just to get better access. She slid some of the bra towards the side and bit a hickey into the upper swell of her breast. Azzi moaned at the sensation and worship she was receiving.

Before she knew it Paige had flipped their positions. Azzi is now on the bed and Paige is hovering over her. Paige leaned toward Azzi and began kissing her in a gentle but meaningful way. Their tongues tangled together and they licked into each other's mouths. Paige’s hands trailed all over Azzi’s torso feeling the curves and scars around her body. She crawled down Azzi’s body kissing every freckle, curve, scar, and goosebump. She was worshipping Azzi and making her feel as seen as possible. Azzi was letting out little moans and whimpers at the sensation. Paige kept trailing lower until she reached the panty line of Azzi's underwear. She kissed all around the waistband and toyed with it She pulled it back and let go just to hear the snap.

She licked across her waistband before trailing higher toward her belly button. She circled the pricing with kisses and kitten licks that elicited moans out of Azzi. Paige’s goal was to make her girlfriend feel good. At that, she trailed back down to the pantie line and asked, “You okay if I take these off mama?”, she asked. Azzi nodded, “Yes, please P I need you.” With that Paige removed Azzi’s underwear. “What do you want Mama?, Fingers?, Mouth?, I can put the strap back on,”, Paige said. “Mouth please.”, Azzi said with an eager and submissive tone. Before Azzi could second guess herself Paige shove there face into Azzi’s juicy pussy. Azzi’s slick covered Paige’s face from her forehead to her chin. Paige was swimming in Azzi’s cunt and all Azzi could do was moan and clench the sheets.

Though she wanted to grab Paige’s head she refrained since Paige hadn’t given her permission. “Fuck mami, this pussy is so wet f’me”, Paige said as she pulled back for some air. When she pulled back she noticed Azzi clenching the sheets eyes locked close. “You wanna grab my hair baby?”, Azzi didn’t bother answering and grabbed Paige by the hair with both hands. She tugged on her hair pulling her towards her throbbing center. Paige groaned at the roughness. “Careful ma don’t pull my hair like that,”, Paige said trying to remain calm and soft for Azzi. Azzi loosened her grip and her eyes fluttered open, “M’sorry Daddy, you just have me all worked up”, Azzi whined.

Paige just shoved her face back into Azzi’s throbbing cunt devouring her and sucking up all the juices that came out of her entrance. On one particular stroke of her tongue, Paige felt Azzi’s whole body tremble. She knew Azzi was extremely close to the edge and doubled down on her efforts. Azzi was letting out straight-up pornographic moans and her hips were shaking violently. With Azzi shaking it was affecting Paige’s work ethic and was ruining her rhythm and pace. So to stop the shaking and squirming Paige wrapped her left arm around Azzi’s lower stomach and her right arm over her hips. Paige closed her mouth over Azzi’s clit and sucked on it till Azzi was tugging in Paige’s hair.

Paige dipped her head down into Azzi’s entrance fucking into her with her long tongue and the first time Paige stroked her tongue Azzi screamed. “Fuck!, Oh my gosh, Daddy!, You eatin’ this shit up!”, Paige moaned into Azzi at the praise, and a shockwave shot through Azzi’s body causing her to scream again. A couple of moments later Azzi was sobbing. “F-fuck!, I’m gonna cum!, please Daddy let me cum!, I wanna cum all over your face!”, Paige smirked into Azzi. She pulled back, “Let go mama let me taste you.”, With that Azzi came all over Paige’s face a few gushes coming out. Paige helped Azzi ride it out lapping up all her release and groaning at the taste. “You taste so good Mama”, Paige said.

Paige thought they were done since they had both already came. She got up to go to the restroom but before she could get off the bed Azzi grabbed her by the jaw. “Did I say we were done?”, Azzi asked in a husky tone. “No ma’am.”, Paige replied as she got back in the bed. “Lie down.”, Azzi said flatly. Paige did as she was told. Azzi got off the bed and picked up the strap. “This was a gift for both of us. I figure it’s only right we both get to feel it.”, Azzi said as she put the harness on. She climbed back onto the bed stopping before Paige’s hips. She bent down and whispered into her ear. “Listen, if you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. You tell me the word and I’ll take it off so quick. Do you wanna try?”, Azzi said. Paige nodded “Yeah just be gentle okay? I’m not used to something being inside me.”, Paige said nervously. “Of course pretty girl I would never want to hurt you.”

At that, Azzi sat up and moved until Paige's legs were on either side of her body. She slid the head of the strap through Paige's folds pulling a groan from somewhere in the depths of her throat. “You ready baby?”, Azzi asked in an overly sweet tone. “Please, Mommy.”, Paige said. With that Azzi slowly slid the strap in. Paige let out a high-pitched pornographic moan. Paige had never felt a sensation like this. She had never had someone stroke a 9-inch dick in her. Paige would get off with just one of Azzi's fingers which was relatively smaller than hers. So when she felt the long strap inside her she nearly cried. Azzi asked if she was okay and Paige nodded. She proceeded to drag the strap out and Paige whined at the sudden emptiness. When she pushed it back in Paige’s spine arched off the bed. A tear slipped out of her eye. She was completely overstimulated with the fullness.

Azzi felt Paige's gummy walls tighten around the strap. “Are you close baby?”, Azzi asked. “Yes!, fuck!, it feels so good. Please, please, mommy!”, was all Paige could get out. Azzi knew Paige better than she knew herself. She could tell Paige was close so she worked the dick out and slowly pushed back it. This time that Paige moaned it didn't sound like it was from pain, more like pleasure. Azzi thrust a total of three more times. “Holy shit!, I’m cumming m-mommy!” Before Azzi could register the words a big gush of white slick game out of Paige. She had never seen that happen before. But what really surprised her was when a big gush of clear warm liquid followed. It soaked her whole stomach and her thighs. “Oh. My. Gosh. Paige Madison Bueckers. Did you just squirt on me?”, Azzi said shocked and quite amused. “Stop. No. Shut up. No. Stop.”, was all Paige said. She was extremely embarrassed due to the fact that Azzi barely fucked her and she squirted everywhere. On the other hand, she felt more ashamed because she's never made Azzi squirt before and she's fucked her for a lot longer than 6 strockes.

“Aww, no baby that was so hot. Don't be embarrassed. Maybe do it in my mouth next time yeah?, wouldn't want it going to waste right?”, Azzi said. “Next time? Azzi Fudd you're such a freak. I will, not. Be squirting in your mouth. Not now or ever.”, Paige said. “Ugh, whatever you're no fun.”, Azzi said as she rolled her eyes. “You good if I pull out?”, Azzi asked in a soft careful tone. “Yeah just slow,”, Paige replied. Azzi pulled out and as she did she covered herself in a mocking gesture. “What are you doing?”, Paige asked in a curious tone. “Oh sorry I didn't know if you were gonna soak me again if I pulled out too fast.”, Azzi said as she tried not to laugh. Paige sat up and pulled her in by the throat. She kissed her deeply and said, “We're not leaving this bed till you squirt so hard you dehydrate.”, Paige said in a serious tone. Azzi took off her bra, “Let's see if you're a woman of your word. And you won't hurt me, you know I like it rough Daddy.”, Azzi said as she smiled. Paige tackled her into the bed. “I’m gonna fuck you till the sun comes out.”

Let's just say the rest was history.

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It was now 5 in the morning and Paige was indeed a woman of her word. They had just finished and Azzi had tears dried all over her cheeks from the 4th previous orgasm. The sheets were extremely damp. Paige made Azzi squirt 6 times. They could both place bets on whether or not Azzi was dehydrated. The strap had loads of dry cum on it and Paige had at least 15 scratch marks from Azzi holding n for dear life. They thanked god that KK and Ice stayed at Carol's with Sarah and Ashlynn. Paige stood up and lifted Azzi bridal style. They were both still naked since they just finished and they both looked so fucked out. Paige opened the door and started making her way to the bathroom. “You okay baby?”, Paige asked. “Yeah, you're unreal. You rearranged my guts.” Mid-conversation just as they were passing the entrance to the living room they heard several screams. She jumped and Azzi untucked her head out of Paige’s neck. There sat Ice, Kk, Carol, Sarah, and Ashlynn. They all just arrived and were lounging in the living room. They both screamed so loudly that someone could’ve suspected a murder. “Paige! What the fuck! Go put on clothes!”, Carol screamed as she covered her eyes. Paige ran with Azzi in her arms back to the room.

She slammed the door shut and walked over to set Azzi down on the bed. “Azzi,” before she could continue Azzi interrupted, “Paige!, our teammates just seen both of us butt booty ass naked!”, “I’m sorry Mama!, I didn’t know!”, “It’s okay, but what do we say when we go back out?”, Azzi asked. “How about we stay in here and love on each other till we die of hunger or thirst?”, Paige said as she pushed Azzi down on the bed and began to cuddle her. “Put on clothes and get me some too.”, Azzi said in a stern tone. Paige got up and got dressed then kneeled at the foot of the bed to put some clothes on Azzi. “Okay you ready mommy?”, Paige asked. “Paige don’t call me mommy if we’re not having sex.”, Azzi said as she tried not to laugh. “Why not? You call me Daddy as my second name,”, Paige said. “Okay whatever you’re right let’s go.”, Azzi said. “Okay mommy”, Paige was halfway out the door when she noticed Azzi wasn’t trailing behind. “C’mon mama let’s go”, Paige said. “Paige I… I can’t walk.”, Azzi said as she looked away.

Paige just smiled and walked back toward the bed picking Azzi up bridal style again. “It's okay Mama I'll carry you”, Paige said as she gave Azzi a peck on the lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”, Azzi replied. “Alright enough with this gay shit.”, Azzi said and they both laughed. Paige stepped out Azzi still in her arms and made her way to the bathroom. As they walked past the living room again Paige spoke before her teammates could. “Shut up, we didn't know you were here.”, and kept moving. Paige shut the door to the bathroom and sat Azzi down on the counter.

She turned the water on in the tub and added some bubble bath mix. She removed her clothes and then silently asked if she could remove Azzi's. Azzi nodded and let her clothes be removed. Paige went back toward the water and checked the temperature It was warm just as Azzi liked. She returned to the counter and picked Azzi up and set

Her on the side of the ledge. She got in before Azzi. “Come here baby”, Paige said as she helped Azzi in the water. They sat there, Paige massaging the tightness in Azzi's hips and back. She massaged her thighs and pelvis in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure and help her relax. She washed in between her legs to remove the slick and cum. Then she wet her hand to wipe away the dry tears.

They finished washing up and Paige helped Azzi out and dressed her. She carried her back to the room and tucked her in. They both got into bed and were babbaling nonsense. After some time Azzi spoke. “I’m glad you asked me to be your girlfriend P, I love you” Paige replied, “I love you to Azzi.” They both cuddled each other and pressed gentle but meaningful kisses on each others faces. “Goodnight, Daddy.”, Azzi said as she wagged her eyebrows. “Goodnight, Mommy.”

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ficsbydemi · 3 days ago

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A VERY BLUE WELCOME

warnings: none :)

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!reader

summary: carlos didn’t get to introduce y/n to ferrari when he first joined (they hadn’t been dating), but now, he can finally introduce her as his.

Y/n had barely stepped into the Williams Headquarters in Grove when she felt like she could just melt into the floor.

Everything around her was loud, team members idly chatting as they worked, holding steaming cups of coffee, tools she didn’t recognise.

She could only wish she had that confidence.

And beside the girl, her boyfriend, Carlos.

He’d already slipped into his new role with ease, the red long gone and now replaced with the deep shade of blue that was his polo, one hand in his pocket, the other laced tightly with hers.

“You okay, carino?” he leaned down slightly, his voice lower than usual.

“Just nervous,” Y/n muttered, taking her lower lip between her teeth as she often did when she was anxious, chewing softly on it.

“You don’t have to say much,” he shrugged, “not with me, I’ll do the talking. You just stand and look pretty,”

“You always say that,” the girl blushed, a tinge of red filling her cheeks as Carlos smiled, his thumb brushing across her knuckles reassuringly.

“Because its true,”

She could feel the eyes on her already, the big, new driver signing with Williams and then his girlfriend, just there. Doing nothing.

It was judgemental, but it was attention nevertheless, and Y/n did t know what to do with it.

The man beside her smiled as he walked to a few mechanics, his group probably, holding Y/n close to him as he approached.

“Carlos,” he extended his free hand, “and this is Y/n. My girlfriend,”

Instantly, she felt her cheeks heat up.

“Hi,” she muttered back, her gaze almost on the floor, “it’s very nice to meet you all,”

Some people smiled back, some of the older mechanics just gave curt nods. One of the media girls whispered a, ‘aw, she’s so pretty’.

The pair stayed like at - hand in hand - as they slowly went round and met everyone, a few conversations sparking which Y/n had to awkwardly stand beside, but nothing too bad.

Finally, they managed to catch a break, finding a sofa in a separate room, Y/n instantly making sure to sit as close to Carlos as possible.

“You’re doing great,” Carlos whispered, leaning closer to her.

“But I’m just standing here?”

“Exactly,” Carlos shrugged, a teasing smile coming to the corners of his mouth, “and you look stunning doing it,”

In the sea of unfamiliar faces, Carlos’ hand in hers had kept her grounded for it, like he knew she needed the reassurance that she was doing well.

He always did that for her, just her hand in his making all the nerves melt away.

They were still on the sofa, one of Carlos’ arms draped lazily behind her head, toying with strand of her hair, when the door opened, a man walking to the little fridge and picking up a bottle of water.

Y/n blinked as the man caught sight of them, his eyebrows raised, hair messy like he’d just woken up.

“Oh,” Alex cocked his head at the man beside Y/n like an annoying brother, “so this is why you’ve been all smiley?”

“This is Y/n,”

“Did not know you could pull, mate,” he pointed the bottle at Carlos, “this is shocking information,”

“Nice to meet you,” she awkwardly shook his hand.

“Shes shy,” Carlos spoke, half protective and half proud of the girl beside him.

“Yeah no kidding,” Alex chuckled as Y/n looked back down at her hands, “didn’t know you’d go for someone this sweet,”

“I only go for the best,”

The girl practically felt herself melt into the seat.

“Ugh, disgusting,” Alex whistled in mock horror, spinning the bottle in his hand, “I’m gonna leave before you both go all soft on each other in front of me,”

“Jealous?” Carlos laughed.

“Im concerned,” he corrected, “who will argue with me on media day if not my own teammate?”

“You,” the Spaniard spoke flatly, “will argue with the wall,”

“You’ll fit in great,” Alex winked at Y/n as she smiled, “you can meet my girlfriend soon too,”

And then, the other funny blue man was gone.

The girl blinked up at her boyfriend, a dusting of light pink across her cheeks.

“People…know about me?”

“Of course,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair, “I always talk about you,”

“Really? What d’you say?”

“That when I’m with you, everything slows down,”

And right then, she swore to herself, in the middle of the break room, in the middle of a random sofa, curled up together - that she would stay with him forever.

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fanficgirl429 · 18 hours ago

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Jealous Bucky

Prompt: John Walker is flirting with Y/N and Bucky is not happy about it.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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The mission was over. Finally.

After everything the Thunderbolts had been through—explosions, betrayal, too many close calls, and one particularly annoying helicopter crash—the team had made it out in one piece. Mostly. Everyone was exhausted, bruised, and more than ready for downtime.

They were all scattered around the common room of the safehouse, where someone had put on music and cracked open beers. It was the first time in days that things felt... calm.

Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a cold bottle of water. Ava stood beside him, biting into a granola bar and eyeing the room with her usual mix of indifference and sharp observation.

And that’s when Bucky saw it.

Walker was on the couch sitting way too close to Y/N.

She looked relaxed, curled sideways into the cushions with her legs tucked under her. She was dressed in an oversized hoodie that definitely belonged to Bucky and had her hair pulled back in that soft way that always made his heart beat a little faster.

She was smiling. Laughing. Walker was leaning in, elbows on his knees, body angled toward her. His expression was easy, confident. Flirting.

Bucky’s stomach tightened.

“She doesn’t even notice,” Ava said without looking at him, her tone bored. “He’s been laying it on for ten minutes.”

“I noticed,” Bucky muttered.

“Oh, you noticed the second he sat down. You nearly crushed your water bottle.”

Bucky’s jaw flexed as he watched Walker gesture with a lazy grin, fingers brushing the back of the couch, right behind Y/N’s shoulders. Her face lit up as she laughed again.. She looked completely at ease. Completely unaware.

Walker leaned in just a bit more. “You know, if I’d had you on my team during the last op, I wouldn’t have taken a hit at all. You’re faster than half the guys we had in the field.”

Y/N laughed again, brushing him off. “Please, I tripped over my own boot five minutes into the chase.”

“Still looked good doing it.”

Bucky didn’t hear the rest.

He pushed off the counter and stalked across the room, ignoring Ava’s amused, “Here we go.”

Walker barely had time to glance up before Bucky dropped down, right between them. No warning, no hesitation. One second they were sharing a couch cushion, and the next, Bucky was planted squarely in the middle, his vibranium arm brushing Walker’s shoulder hard enough to make a point.

“Hey, babe,” Bucky said, voice low.

“Hey! I didn’t see you come over.”

“I’ve been watching,” he said pointedly, shooting Walker a cold glance.

Walker raised an eyebrow, leaning back with a smirk. “Just having a conversation.”

“Pretty sure you were having a performance,” Bucky said, his tone sharp. “You do that thing where you lean in and talk slow. Must work on people who aren’t paying attention.”

Y/N glanced between them, a little confused. “Wait—were you flirting?”

Walker shrugged. “I mean, if you didn’t notice, then I clearly wasn’t doing it right.”

Her expression shifted—half surprised, half annoyed. “John.”

“Hey, harmless,” Walker said, palms up. “You’re beautiful. I complimented a beautiful woman. Sue me.”

“She’s taken,” Bucky growled.

“I know,” Walker said. “You didn’t exactly leave it a mystery when you sat down like the jealous boyfriend in a soap opera.”

Bucky leaned back against the couch, arm stretching behind Y/N with deliberate ease. “Good. Let it be known.”

Y/N sighed and rested a hand on Bucky’s thigh, her voice calm but firm. “Okay. Everyone chill. Nobody’s getting sued for flirting and nobody’s getting stabbed over a couch cushion.”

Walker stood with a smirk, lifting his drink. “You two are adorable. I’ll go find someone less committed to flirt with.”

As he walked off, Bucky didn’t look away until Walker disappeared into the hall.

Y/N turned to him with an amused look. “You really sat in the middle of us.”

“I saw the way he was looking at you.”

“I didn’t.”

“You never do,” Bucky muttered.

She tilted her head, smiling now. “Jealous, huh?”

He groaned. “Of him? No. I just don’t like the idea of anyone thinking they have a shot with you.”

Y/N leaned in, placing a kiss on his lips. “You don’t have to mark your territory, Barnes. I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

His voice softened. “Just don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” she said. “Especially not to John freaking Walker.”

From across the room, Ava shouted, “That’s the right answer!”

Bucky laughed despite himself, pulling Y/N tighter against his side.

Walker could flirt all he wanted. But Y/N was already taken.

And she wasn’t going anywhere.

The sky outside had shifted to deep gold, casting long shadows through the windows of the safehouse. Most of the team had filtered out to their rooms or found quieter corners to decompress. The music had stopped. The noise was gone.

Y/N leaned against the windowsill, sipping from a mug of tea. She watched the fading light, quiet, and thoughtful. Her hoodie sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, and her hair was a little messy from the couch.

She heard soft footsteps behind her and smiled before he even spoke.

“Hey,” Bucky said quietly, hands tucked in the pockets of his sweatpants.

She turned to look at him. “Hey yourself.”

He walked over and stood next to her.

Y/N tilted her head. “You okay?”

Bucky shrugged a little. “Yeah. Just... needed a breather.”

She nodded. “Yeah. That was a weird vibe back there.”

He looked away for a second. “Didn’t expect to get that worked up.”

“About Walker?”

He gave a tight nod.

Y/N crossed her arms gently, not in defense—just grounding herself. “I honestly didn’t realize he was flirting until you sat between us.”

“Yeah, I caught that.” He glanced at her now, lips twitching faintly. “You’re a little too good at being friendly.”

“Is that a compliment or a warning?”

“Both,” he said, more softly than he meant to.

There was a silence, comfortable but weighted.

Bucky stepped closer. “It’s not about you doing anything wrong. It’s not even about him, really. Sometimes I get this... voice in the back of my head that says, 'Don’t mess this up.' Like I’m waiting for someone to come along and prove I was never supposed to have this in the first place.”

Her heart tugged a little at that.

“You didn’t mess up,” she said gently. “And you’re not going to.”

“I know.” He looked down. “Most days I believe that. But every now and then, something like today happens, and I just—” He exhaled through his nose, a quiet, frustrated sound. “I don’t want to lose what we have.”

“You won’t,” she said without hesitation. “Not over someone like him. Not over anything.”

He finally met her eyes. “How can you be so sure?”

Y/N stepped in close, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. “Because this isn’t something I just stumbled into. I chose you. Every day I get up, and I still choose you.”

Bucky rested his chin lightly on top of her head, his arms slipping around her. The tension that had been knotted in his shoulders slowly eased.

“You always know what to say,” he murmured.

“Only because you never stop needing to hear it,” she teased, looking up with a smile. “Which I don’t mind. You’ve always been worth the reminders.”

He kissed her softly.

When they broke apart, she poked his chest lightly. “Also, you had perfect timing. I was five seconds away from making things super awkward.”

Bucky smirked. “Yeah? How?”

“I was going to ask him if he needed directions to someone else’s personal space.”

He laughed, really laughed, and she felt it in his chest beneath her hands.

“Next time, I’ll let you handle it,” he said.

“Oh, you better. I’m getting good at the polite-but-lethal tone.”

Bucky tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You’re kind of terrifying sometimes.”

She grinned. “Only when someone thinks they can come between us.”

His smile softened. “No one can.”

And just like that, the weight that had been clinging to him all evening finally let go.

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pedroscurls · 6 hours ago

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love at last (one-shot)

summary: harry’s never been in love before… until he meets you, which awakens a part of him that he never thought he was capable of.

pairing: harry castillo x fem!reader content warning(s): minor spoilers so please beware!, love at first sight trope, harry is charming and completely smitten, mainly harry POV, harry + reader go on dates!, no use of y/n. word count: 4.6k a/n: i just finished watching materialists and i'm OBSESSED with harry so obviously the next best thing is to write for him. please heed the warnings, there will be a few spoilers mentioned in this story!!! hope you enjoy nonetheless bc i'm gonna be dreaming about harry for a long time (look at those CURLS in that second pic tho jfc 🥵)

Harry had given up on the idea of love. He hadn’t felt it before and he felt like life was just passing him by. Was something wrong with him? Was he just not capable of falling in love—being in love?

Lucy was a good match for him, but it felt forced. There was a mutual attraction, but something had been missing and he wasn’t sure what it was.

Not until she said that she didn’t love him. Harry realized at that moment that he didn’t love her either. Lucy said it was supposed to be easy, but he wasn’t sure anymore. He tried Adore’s services, but the matches didn’t feel real, didn’t feel authentic. These women just wanted him for his money, his height, his job. He checked a lot of the women’s boxes—he was a unicorn, which Lucy liked to put it.

But it never felt easy. He looked at each woman from a business standpoint, something transactional, but Harry yearned for something more.

Something deep.

Something real.

So, he canceled his membership and decided that maybe love was just never going to be in the cards for him.

And maybe that he didn’t need it anyway.

The dating scene in New York was horrific. To you, it felt like every nice man in the world didn’t exist. All the dates you had been on ended terribly—with some even ending early.

The men were either too judgmental or too self-centered, or worse—just wanted one thing and one thing only. Was it this hard to find someone nice? You thought maybe you had been too picky, so you lessened your expectations—that didn’t work either.

So, you decided to stop dating altogether and instead put your focus into work. If the universe wanted you to be in love, then maybe you should just be patient and let life do its own work.

Harry had felt instant attraction before, but the first time he laid eyes on you it felt like time stood still. You were laughing at something someone said and he felt a flutter at the pit of his stomach. He’s never seen you at any of his family’s parties before, he would have remembered you.

He ordered a drink at the bar as he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. Your smile was so warm, so kind, so genuine. He normally has this natural confidence in him, but when he saw you walking towards the bar, he straightened up and felt his heart race faster.

Maybe you were a friend of his sister-in-law, he wasn’t sure. His family’s parties were usually so big that he doesn’t remember who’s who. But he knew that he was definitely going to remember you.

The party was for his brother and his wife—a baby shower and gender reveal. A year after their wedding and they’re already expecting.

He felt you stand next to him and then he heard your voice, which only made him even more nervous because you sounded so sweet, so nice. Harry had taken a deep breath and then finally turned his body to face yours, but when your eyes met his own, he felt his stomach do flips.

“Hi,” you said with a small smile.

“Hi,” he replied with one of his own.

“Friend of the family?” you asked.

Harry shook his head. “Older brother.”

You widened your eyes and reached out to rest a hand over his forearm—a natural reaction from you. “Oh my god, you’re Harry.”

Harry looked down at your hand briefly and smiled, nodding in your direction. “That’d be me. Are you friends with my brother or…”

“I’m friends with Charlotte,” you answered, dropping your hand from his forearm. “I was teaching English abroad so I couldn’t make it to her wedding. I’m just glad I could make it for this event.”

“Where did you teach?” Harry asked.

“Philippines,” you smiled brightly. “It was amazing. I loved it there.”

Harry couldn’t help but smile too. You made him feel comfortable, despite the nerves he was feeling before you walked over. “And now? Are you going back there to teach?”

You shook your head. “It was only a two year contract. I have my certification now to teach English to non-native English speakers here in the States, so New York is home for now.”

Harry could hear the passion for your work in your voice and the way your entire face lit up. It was refreshing—talking to someone who actually enjoyed what they did for a living. “So you’re teaching at a school? Elementary?”

You let out a quiet laugh and shook your head again. “As much as I loved teaching younger kids when I was in the Philippines, my focus now is teaching adult learners. I work at a local community college.”

Harry smiled to himself. He heard the bartender set your glass of wine next to you and you turned away from him to thank the other man from behind the counter. The same genuine and kind smile lining your lips.

“You sound like you love your job,” he said.

“Oh, I do. It’s a lot of work, but it’s so rewarding. I try to tell my students that learning English shouldn’t ever replace their native tongue,” you continued. “That their native language is something to be proud of and that just because they’re learning English doesn’t mean it replaces the language they know and grew up with.”

“You must be an amazing teacher,” he grinned.

“I try to be,” you laughed quietly. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you took note of just how handsome he is. You had heard about Harry from your dinners with Charlotte, but she didn’t say how extremely handsome he was or how deep his brown eyes were.

“And I’m just in private equity,” he sighed teasingly.

“Well, at least you’re rich,” you laughed quietly. “I bet that’s nice.”

Harry shrugged. He wondered if this is where the conversation will shift, if the genuine authenticity he felt from you will disappear. “It’s a family business.”

“Oh, so it’s not what you would have wanted to do?” You asked, taking a sip from your glass. You lean against the counter of the bar and stare up at him. “If it isn’t, what would you have wanted to pursue?”

Harry tilted his head as he brought his own glass to his lips. He stared at you from the rim of his glass and then dropped his eyes momentarily to look down at his feet. “Not sure. I haven’t really had the chance to even think of what I would want to do if I wasn’t in the family business.”

“Hm,” you said, eyes looking up at him from top to bottom. “Maybe a model?”

He grinned. “Are you hitting on me?”

“And if I am?” you smiled, eyes staring deeply into his own.

Harry’s brows slightly raised at your forwardness and he glanced off to the side when he heard his name being called. Then, he looked at you and shot you an apologetic look. “Could I get your name?”

You smiled and shrugged. “Find me later if you really want to find out, Harry.” You turned on your heel and left him at the counter of the bar when the other guests approached Harry. You glanced over your shoulder to see his eyes staring directly at you as he nodded at whatever the other person is saying.

You and Harry kept stealing glances at each other from across the room. You could see the way his eyes lingered along your frame and you’re already three drinks in and feeling very brave.

When Charlotte and Peter found out they’re having a boy, the music only became louder and everyone began dancing. Harry’s eyes stayed focused on you as he walked through the crowd straight to you. He sat next to you and smiled to himself, tilting his head in your direction.

“Will you tell me your name now?” Harry asked.

You smiled and nodded, telling him your name as you turned your body to face his. You drape one of your legs over the other as you set aside your finished glass of wine.

Harry smiled. “It’s nice to officially meet you,” he nodded. “Now, would you like to dance?”

“Oh, I don’t—”

Harry interrupted you by standing up. He extended a hand out for you and maintained that charming smile. “If I say please, will you reconsider?”

You bit your lower lip and shook your head, slipping your hand into his own. He helped you to your feet and then led you onto the dance floor. One of his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he kept a tight hold on your hand. You bit your lower lip and moved your free hand to rest on his shoulder.

Being this close to him was intoxicating—feeling his broad chest remain flush against your own, his deep brown eyes staring directly at you as if you were the only person in the room, and god he smelled so good. You inhaled quietly and let your eyes fall shut, allowing him to lead you through the slow dance.

“Can I take you out to dinner?” he whispered into your ear.

You pulled back and opened your eyes to look at him. He’s still fucking smiling.

“Are you asking me out, Harry?”

“Would that be a bad thing?”

You stared into his eyes as you both sway side to side to the song. You had sworn off dating after so many failed dates, but Harry… Well, there was something about him that piqued your interest from the moment you laid eyes on him today.

“Well, no, but—”

His smile dropped and his eyes softened. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t even ask if you were seeing anyone.”

You could feel his hold around you loosen, but you tightened your grip around his hand and pulled him back flush against you. “I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Oh,” he nodded slowly. “Okay, great. That’s—That’s great for me,” he chuckles quietly.

“But I kind of sworn off dating… at least for a while,” you admitted. “Lots of bad dates and I just—”

Harry spun you around and pulled you back into his chest, holding you tighter now. “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go,” he whispered. “Do whatever you want to do… and if after that date you decide you want to officially swear off dating, then I’ll go my own way and you’ll go yours.”

“You’re charming, you know that?” You smiled, biting the inside of your cheek.

Harry shrugged, though a large grin lined his lips. “So, is that a yes?”

“Okay, one date.”

“One date is all I need,” he smiled, kissing your cheek and holding you firmly against him as he continued to dance with you.

On your first date with Harry, he had taken you to one the finest restaurants in New York. It had taken you by surprise and you felt very out of your element. You weren’t used to dates like this. He was very chivalrous—he showed up with flowers, opened doors for you, pulled out your seat, and even offered his coat when he noticed you were getting cold.

And the conversation came easy. He made you laugh and you made him blush. How could someone like him be single? When he reached for your hand during the walk around the park, you looked up at him and found him smiling in your direction.

He didn’t kiss you on the lips when he brought you back home. Harry had just cupped your cheek, whispered that he had a great time, and kissed your forehead. It was the simplest gesture, nothing too grand or over the top, but you felt your stomach flutter with butterflies.

Then, you asked him out for a second date. He was grinning—dimples deep in his cheek as his hand dropped from your cheek to wrap around your waist. His strong embrace filled you with so much warmth, so much anticipation because for some strange reason, it felt like you belonged there. In his arms.

He insisted that he take you out to one of his favorite restaurants and you agreed with a smile. Harry kissed your cheek that same night before walking back to his car. He waited until you were inside before driving away.

On the second date, Harry wanted to surprise you. He took you to a sushi restaurant—something more casual, but still romantic nonetheless. He rented out the entire small restaurant just for the both of you. The look of surprise on his face made him feel proud, more confident that maybe you wanted to date him more exclusively.

Harry enjoyed spending time with you and how you had always given him your sole attention and focus. It even brought a smile to his face at just how kind you were to everyone you encountered. During the date, you were intrigued and interested in how the head sushi chefs were making the food.

It was such an intimate setting and it felt easy. Harry had to wonder if this was what Lucy said a year ago—love should be easy. With the right person, love can be the easiest thing in the world.

Throughout the date, you were becoming more touchy. A hand on his forearm or leaning against him as you let out a laugh that wracked your entire body. Even after the date when you both were walking around the same park again, he had taken your hand and you laced your fingers with his. Then, he felt your head rest against his shoulder and it made the flutter in his stomach more noticeable.

When he dropped you off at your front door, you had stared up at him with your big eyes and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into him and press his lips against yours.

But Harry didn’t. He wanted to respect you and your boundaries. You were playing with the lapel of his jacket before gripping it and pulling him against you. Harry’s hands had darted out to rest on your hips—to steady you, to ground himself.

“Are you gonna ask to kiss me, Harry?” you had whispered.

Harry’s lips parted as he stared into your eyes. The grip on the hips tightened and he gave you a single nod. He had taken a step forward, eyes completely dark and filled with desire. “Just wanted to make sure you were comfortable.”

You smiled and moved your hands to play with the hair at his nape, the curls at the back of his head. You leaned in—just enough for the tip of your nose to brush against his. Harry inhaled sharply.

“If you don’t kiss me now, Harry, I’m gonna think you don’t like me.”

Harry tilted his head and leaned forward, nudging your nose with his own. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?” He moved one of his hands to your cheek and leaned in to press his lips firmly against your own. He remembered how soft and warm your lips were, the sound of a quiet whimper escaping you, and the way his heart was racing. Harry hadn’t felt like this before—how even when he wasn’t around you, all he could do was think about you, or how the butterflies in the pit of his stomach fluttered whenever he saw your name flash across his phone.

It also made him feel special whenever you were together. You were kind and generous to strangers, but he always felt like the luckiest person whenever your attention was shifted to him. This was only the second date and Harry found himself wanting this to be more exclusive as the date continued.

The kiss lasted only a few more seconds—the both of you getting carried away before you pulled away from him. Harry remembered the look on your face. The small smile that lined your lips, the way your arms had loosely wrapped around his shoulders, your eyes gazing repeatedly down to his lips like you wanted more. Needed more.

“Where do you want to go for our third date?” he asked, whispering quietly as he brushed his lips with yours.

“How about I plan it?” you replied, pursing your lips to capture his own in a gentle kiss.

“Yeah?” Harry asked, dropping his hand from your cheek to join his other at your lower back. He laced his fingers and pulled you flush against him, the feeling of your body heat radiating against his own awakening something deep inside of him. Yearning. Desire. Need.

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Let me take you out this time.”

Harry smiled. He had always been the one to plan the dates, to cater to the other person that he was slightly taken aback at your offer. It made him feel giddy, excited at the possibility of what you would plan. “Okay,” he answered. “I’ll let you take me out this time.”

“Good,” you smiled and pecked his lips. “I’ll see you then?”

Harry nodded, but pulled you back into a deep kiss. This time—it was intense, more intimate, urgent. His lips moved with your own and his hands drifted lower until the tips of his fingers rested just above your ass. He wanted to reach down and squeeze, but he didn’t. Not yet, he told himself. Not yet.

“I’ll see you then, baby.”

On the third date, you had told him to dress casually. He called you just before he was about to pick you up, asking just how casual he was supposed to dress. You had smiled to yourself and told him casual enough to the point where he wouldn’t care if his clothes would get wrinkled.

So, when he picked you up—dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt with sneakers, you practically wanted to pull him back into your apartment. The date could wait a little longer. You loved seeing him in a suit—had gotten used to seeing him dressed so formally—but seeing him like this, so relaxed and casual just made him sexier.

“This casual enough?” he asked, presenting you with another bouquet of flowers.

“You look hot,” you complimented and leaned in to peck his lips. He smiled when you pulled away and then took your hand to lead you outside of your apartment.

“So…” you told him. “We’re having a picnic.”

Harry grinned and pulled you close to him. You hadn’t yet closed the door to your apartment, but he leaned in and pressed his lips eagerly against your own. Without hesitation, he had moved his lips with yours, hand moving to rest on your hip. “A picnic sounds nice.”

He didn’t know what to expect, but he certainly didn’t expect to be lying on a large blanket with you next to him. You both were looking up at the clear, blue sky talking about something so random. He felt his heart skip a beat when he heard you laugh—it filled his senses until all he could hear was you and how happy you looked. He wondered if this was what other couples felt like, if this is what they would normally do—have a picnic in the park, eat some food, then lie down in each other’s arms just embracing each other’s company.

When your laughter died down, Harry had moved to rest his hand on your cheek. You stared up at him, the smile still remaining on your lips. He felt like he could sense what you were thinking about, communicating with you through his eyes.

His thumb had brushed against your lower lip and he leans in, pecking your lips lightly.

“Can I ask you something?” Harry whispered. He felt the nerves begin to build and looked away from you for a moment. It wasn’t until you replied with a soft and quiet yes that he looked back at you.

“Would you want to date more exclusively? More seriously?” he asked in a rush. Harry’s eyes softened and the smile on your lips never faltered.

“I’d like that,” you answered instantly. “I’d like that a lot actually.”

“Really?”

“Really,” you repeated.

Harry let out a sigh of relief and leaned in to press his lips against yours again. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you lay on your back with him propping himself on his side to kiss you. He felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders—he couldn’t help but feel extremely overjoyed and happy that the feeling was mutual.

Almost six months later and now in a fully committed relationship with you, Harry finally understands what Lucy meant—love was supposed to be easy… and loving you felt like second nature to him.

You had been spending most days at his penthouse. There’s already a space in his closet for you and extra counter space in the bathroom. You manage to make this place a home—he’d come home and you’d be there in the kitchen, making dinner. Or on some nights, he’d catch you grading some papers. This felt easy. Being with you was easy.

Harry knew that he loved you the moment he laid eyes on you. It’s cliche—he knows—but every time he’s around you, his heart races. When he sees you smile or hears you laugh, it makes his stomach do flips. And when he’s holding you in his arms, his life feels complete—like the one thing that had been missing in his life is now here with him.

He hadn’t yet said he loved you because he wanted to do it right. He wanted it to be perfect. Harry had an entire date planned—he was going to take you out to the same restaurant from your first date. Take you for a walk around the park afterwards and then, he’d tell you how much he loves you. It was going to be romantic—something to remember for the rest of his days, but that morning… His entire plan was thrown out the window.

You were in his kitchen, dressed in one of his shirts, making breakfast. Harry had gotten used to this, but for some reason, that morning, he felt his breath catch in his throat. The sun shone through his large windows, illuminating you in a warm glow. He was dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a worn t-shirt as he stared at you, a smile slowly lining his lips.

He walked over to you and watched as your eyes moved from the pan and over to him. Harry bit his lower lip at the sight of your broad smile. You dropped the spatula and walked over to him, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders as you pecked his lips lightly.

“I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” you said. “Since you always like to surprise me, I figured I could return the favor this time.”

Harry chuckled and allowed his arms to wrap loosely around your waist. He held your body firmly against his own as he leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours. “Why are you so good to me?” he asked quietly, hand coming up to rest on your cheek.

“Hmm,” you answered. “Maybe because I really like you.”

Harry grinned and pulled back to look into your eyes. His thumb brushed against your cheek as he tilted his head. “Yeah?”

You nodded, leaning against his touch. “Yeah,” you answered. “Consider yourself lucky, Mr. Castillo.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed as he reached behind you to turn off the stove. He lifted you off your feet to set you on top of the kitchen counter, moving his hands to rest at either side of you. He moved to stand between your legs as he felt your hands move to card through his hair.

“I am,” he whispered quietly. “Very lucky.” His eyes stared deeply into your own. His heart felt like it was beating out of his chest—the nerves slowly beginning to build as those three words settled on the tip of his tongue. There was a tense silence that filled the air and it was almost like you could anticipate what Harry was about to say next.

Your hands moved to his cheeks, feeling the bristles of hair underneath your fingertips. You leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose as his hands moved from the edges of the counter to his rest on your hips.

“Baby,” he said softly.

“Harry,” you replied.

“I’m in love with you,” he blurted out as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “I thought I’d never be capable of love. It just always seemed so difficult for me, but you—loving you is easy.” Harry couldn’t help the tears that build in his deep brown eyes. The way you were looking at him now eased so much of the nerves and worry that he felt. “You make me feel—baby,” he sighed—his breath catching in his throat as he brought a hand up to wipe the fallen tear that trickled down his cheek once he blinked.

“Hey…” you whispered, kissing his cheek lightly. “I’m in love with you too, Harry.”

He pulled back. Eyes wide, features etched with shock. “You make me feel good,” Harry continued. “Valuable. Seen. Heard. Special. Every moment spent with you is always better than the last, and when I’m apart from you, I’m always counting the minutes until I can see you again.” He let out a shaky breath as he leaned in to rest his forehead against yours. His nose brushed against yours as he whispered, “I love you. I think I loved you the first time I saw you.”

“God, I forgot how charming you are,” you teased, hands moving to his shoulders as you slowly wrapped your arms around him. “You made me believe in love again, Harry. I’m so glad I said yes when you asked me out… and to think, I could have missed out on this, on you.” Leaning in, you pecked his lips lightly. “And loving you is easy too. You make me feel safe and I’ve never felt that before… with anyone.”

Harry smiled and gently pulled you off the counter, your legs easily sliding around his waist as he walked you both to the large couch. He sat down with you on his lap as he brought a hand up to your cheek. “Move in with me?”

“Didn’t you know?” You smiled, leaning in to brush your lips with his. “I was slowly beginning to move my things in anyway,” you grinned.

Harry chuckled, firmly pressing his lips against your own. “I love you, baby,” he mumbled. “So much.”

“Mmm,” you smiled, pulling away briefly. “Gonna show me how much?”

His eyes darkened instantly and he wrapped his arms around your waist to swiftly lie you on your back against the couch. Harry settled himself between your legs as he leaned back in—eagerly pressing his lips along your jawline down to the side of your neck.

“Oh, baby, you know I will,” he grinned against you, peppering light kisses against your neck.

The feeling of his stubble tickled your skin, causing a fit of giggles to escape your lips. He smiled to himself and pulled away from you briefly to look into eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered, a content smile lining his lips.

“I love you too, Harry. Now get back here and kiss me,” you giggled, linking your hands together at the nape of his neck and pulling him back down to press your lips with his.

Harry smiled against your lips—contentment, relief, and happiness filling his entire soul.

Lucy forgot to mention that loving was only easy if it was with the right person.

And you—you were the right person for him.

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shelovesmytears · 19 hours ago

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“You owe me now!”

Azul's acting far too confident for someone talking about a simple glass of water.

"You can't be serious," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“That's right! You totally set us up, y'know!” Grim yowls besides you. "Floyd charged at me outta nowhere!”

You weren't even in the room when it all happened. How did Grim supposedly knock Floyd's plate over and break the single glass of ‘extremely fresh’ water on it? A glass that, conveniently, cost a fortune and held some sort of “sentimental value” for Jade on top of that?

You had stepped away to use the restroom. For The Sevens’ sake.

"Now, now," Azul hums, his voice smoother than it has any right to be. "Weren't you and Grim taken in as one student? You truly should take better care of one another. But don't worry—I'm willing to help."

He takes a familiar contract from beneath his desk and slides it across the polished surface.

"Sign here, and your debt's gone."

“There's no way I'm signing any of your contracts,” you deadpan, sliding the paper back.

“I assure you,” he says, returning it like a ping-pong ball. "That's the best path you can take."

“Heck, no!” Grim snarls, leaping onto the table and smacking the contract down to the floor. "You just wanna make her work for you! Then who's gonna bring me tuna?”

“Grim!” You drag the gremlin back onto your lap before he can lunge again.

Azul sighs, retrieving his paper with theatrical patience. He dusts it off, lays it flat again, and adjusts his glasses.

“As tempting as this might sound,” he says, his voice now dry. “I had something far less demanding in mind.”

A pause.

"Join me for club activities after class tomorrow. And we'll call this… forgiven.”

Another pause.

“...That's it?” You ask.

"That's really it," he says brightly, gesturing to the signature box on the paper. "You don't have to read the fine print—your signature's sufficient."

But Grim's quick to cut in. “Don't do it, minion! He's not telling you every—” He scrambles back onto the desk, but you catch him mid-pounce and drop him back on your lap.

“And what if I don't join you?” You turn to Azul—a flicker of curiosity has lit up—and lean in, elbows on the table.

Azul mirrors you, steepling his fingers. "...Then you can either repay me in cash… or work at Mostro Lounge for two months.” He smiles, his voice lower. "And I decide which.”

Well...

Play a few board games with Azul or spend two whole months serving overpriced drinks while dodging Floyd's mood swings and Jade's endless rants about mushrooms? Because you simply can't afford that amount of money right now.

...Unfortunately, you'd rather go with the first option.

"Fine," you click your pen. Grim lets out a strangled gasp as you sign.

“It's a deal!” Azul snatches the contract like it's made of gold—is it?—eyes shining as he examines your signature. “You won't regret this. I’ll be sure to pick you up after class tomorrow.”

You glance down at Grim. He stares up at you, betrayed, shaking his head.

Just a few games.

That's all this is… You hope.

But the next day?

You definitely didn't expect Azul to be standing right outside your classroom.

“Azul?!” You jerk back, startled.

"Good evening," he greets you far too cheerfully, as if you didn't just feel your soul ascend. "I'm glad to see you. Right on time, as I am!”

“...Right on time?” You echo, frowning.

Wait a second—was he waiting out here the whole time?

Your eyes meet—and for a moment, everything slows. The neatly slicked-back silver hair, the slightly-too-glossy skin, and… is that cologne?

“Surely, you haven't forgotten,” Azul pauses, then suddenly pulls out the contract from behind his back. "You willingly agreed to join me for club activities.”

His silvery-blue eyes shine with something foreign. But it's the little things that ultimately gave him away—his hand trembles as he holds the contract in your face, a twitch pulls at the corner of his smile, and one bead of sweat trails down his temple.

Oh. You now understand why he pulled such a dramatic scene yesterday.

A faint smile curls on your lips.

"Of course. I've been looking forward to it all day," you say, your voice sugar-sweet.

Azul blinks. His eyes widen—just for a second—then his composure snaps back into place. He clears his throat. Adjusts his glasses. “...Shall we?”

He reaches for your bag, hoisting it up with a determination as stiff as his posture. His eyes avoid yours completely.

Just a few games.

That's really all this is.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #when I'm entering an emotionally constipated contest #and azul ashengrotto is my opponent

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lavieenpasdedeux · 10 hours ago

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Open Up To Me

Lewis Hamilton x AFAB reader

Summary: You’ve had your fair share of terrible boyfriends in the past, but Lewis was helping you heal. There’s one thing you haven’t worked up the courage to do with him yet though… until tonight 🤭

WC: 2.2k

Contains: age gap implied, comfort, holding hands, nervous reader, gentle lewis, kind of softdom? lewis, oral sex, fingering, mind blowing head basically

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The first time you saw Lewis Hamilton in person, he was standing across the room at a charity gala, laughing at a joke. His features were soft and gentle, a genuine smile inviting people in. You knew who he was- how could you not- but despite his fame and glory he was the most down to earth guy in the room, listening intently to everything you said- caring about you.

You never expected him to remember your name, let alone ask for your number.

It’s been four months now. Four months of early morning texts, late-night talks, and weekends that feel like something out of a dream.

He’s older than anyone you’ve ever dated- wiser, quieter and more composed in a way that makes your past relationships pale in comparison. Every day he managed to surpass the bar you had, surprising you and loving you in ways you didn’t think possible.

At first, you were waiting for him to realise he could do better than you, that he deserved someone as put-together and as uncomplicated as he is. Instead, he listened. He heard your worries and your doubts, comforted you as you confided in him about how your exes made you feel as though you weren’t good enough. He saw your insecurities and he made it his mission to help you love yourself as much as he loved you.

“You don’t have to prove yourself to me, love.” he once told you as you told him what was on your mind, “I love you as you are. You’re perfect as you are.” he whispered, kissing you softly.

Emotionally healing was easy when he was by your side, but there was something more… sexual you hadn’t quite managed to get over your nervousness for yet.

At first, Lewis intimidated you. Not from his world titles, the private jets, the sharp suits and worldwide recognition. It was the way he carried it all- the quiet confidence. He could walk into a room and make it feel like everyone else faded into a blur. He never demanded attention, but his air commanded it all the same.

You’d never dated someone like him. Older. Settled. So sure of himself. He was the pure definition of a gentleman. Lewis made eye contact and didn’t look away. He asked questions and waited for the real answers. That was new. Unnerving. Nobody had ever tried to truly get to know you before.

However, this meant he saw right through you- the way you’d pull him back up to kiss you when his kisses wandered too far down your body, how you’d take him into your mouth but not let him repay the favour, how you’d change the subject when he tried to ask you about it.

You shied away from letting him taste you- your insecurities always got the best of you. Sure, you enjoyed the thought of being taken care of like that, but it would have to stay there. In your imagination, where you can’t be disappointed again.

Lewis respected this, he didn’t ever want to push your boundaries too far. Besides, you were both more than happy with your sex life.

Tonight, it was late. Rain drizzled down the windows of his penthouse, city lights casting soft shadows across the hardwood floor. The door closed behind you, the sound muffled by your laughter as Lewis lifted you into his arms. The two of you had been to a rather boring gala that Lewis was forced to attend, so you passed the time in the most fun way possible. Flirting.

His hand on your thigh, stolen glances and light kisses: he knew how to drive you crazy. Whisperings of how beautiful you look and how he can’t wait to take you home were going straight to your core. The way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room, like he wanted to devour you was setting your nerves on edge, building you up to now.

He carried the both of you into his bedroom, depositing you on the bed. Placing a quick kiss to your forehead, he turned to stand in front of the mirror, taking his blazer off and pulling his tie from around his neck. You followed suit, kicking off your heels and pulling your hair out of its updo.

“Babe can you unzip me?” you went to where he stood, hands snaking up to his broad shoulders to push his shirt off.

He smirked, his large hands turning you so your back was to him. You couldn’t help but stare at Lewis through the mirror, watching his concentrated eyes as he pulled the zip of your dress down agonisingly slowly- his fingertips light as they grazed your skin.

He caught your stare and smiled- gentle, loving.

“You okay?” he asked, voice smooth and deep, like he already knew you weren’t.

You swallowed. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

“About?” he smirked, enjoying teasing you.

“You.” your voice was small, the tension shift clouding your senses.

“Yeah? I’ve been thinking about you too, baby. About tasting you.”

Your breath hitched, your eyes shifting from lust to anxiety. You didn’t know how to respond to his boldness.

Lewis turned to stand in front of you, his hand warm as it slid along your hips- his thumb moving in gentle, absent circles.

“You go quiet when you start doubting,” he murmured, eyes lifting to meet yours. “Don’t hide from me. Tell me what’s holding you back… please.”

You sighed, considering your next words carefully. “I just… I think about it, I think I want it but then it’s like the past comes back to me, you know? Nobody has ever wanted to before, I’m scared I’ll disappoint you, or you’ll think I’m gross or-”

“Baby.” He interrupted your stream of anxiety, his hand coming to brush against your cheek as he met your eyes with affection. “You know I could never think that about you. You will never disappoint me.” he said simply, leaning in- his lips almost touching yours. “And I need you. I love you.”

His mouth met yours before you could answer, and everything else melted away. His kiss was patient, like he had nowhere else to be, like you were all that mattered in the world.

You pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to his.

He smiled, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. “Do you trust me?”

You laughed lightly. “You know I do!” You hid your face in his chest, the honesty and the eye contact overwhelming. “I’m just scared! And you’re scary. You’re so experienced and so confident, it makes me nervous.” you pouted as a joke, trying to brush off your nerves with humour.

He laughed, gently pulling your face off his chest so you were looking at him again.

“None of that matters. All that matters to me is you. If you’re not ready then that’s okay, baby, but you know…” the smirk returned to his face, his thumb brushing your cheek, “the best way to get over fear is to face it.” he offered, an air of mischief evident in his voice.

His lips met yours, soft and reassuring. With Lewis, the world felt quieter. Softer, and stress free. He always knew the best way to care for you, to dissipate every one of your worries.

His breath was warm against your jaw as he kissed just beneath your ear, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every inch of you. You were lifted into his arms again- his lips not leaving yours as he laid you on the bed, climbing on top of you.

"Still thinking?" he asked, voice low and teasing- his lips ghosting above yours.

“No.” you said quietly, holding back a grin but barely managing a breath. "Not anymore."

Lewis's hands moved down, tracing the soft curve of your hips before pulling your underwear down and off of you. His fingers grazed the insides of your thighs, the combination of the cool air hitting your cunt and Lewis’ teasing making you gasp. He always touched you like he was learning you for the first time, even after all these nights. Like no matter how well he knew your body, he wanted to know more- what made you gasp, what made you melt, what made you lose the ability to think.

His lips met yours, more passion behind it than before. His fingers left your thigh, the tip of one running through your folds to gather your wetness, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as you moaned at the feeling.

He began to circle your clit with the pressure and the speed he knew drove you crazy, making you moan into his mouth. He chuckled, moving to kiss your neck as his finger slipped into you. You expected him to do what he usually did, fuck you with his fingers until your legs were shaking. Instead, he brought his finger to his mouth, his eyes locking onto yours as he sucked your wetness from it.

You were shocked, your eyes going wide and your breath hitching in anticipation for his reaction. Your rising fear was cut off by a low groan emerging from Lewis’ throat- his eyes closing in pleasure.

“I knew you’d taste good, baby, but fuck… you’re divine.”

His reaction left you speechless, you could think of nothing more to do than pull him into a searing kiss, your hips bucking against him- desperate for some friction. You could feel his smirk against your lip, satisfied by your need for him. He finally plunged two fingers into you, slipping them in easily from your wetness. He began to stroke your g spot- his kisses travelling down to your neck again- but this time, they didn’t stop there.

His pace sped up, your back arching as his lips touched your collarbone before travelling down to your breast. His kisses were soft, featherlight. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing it. Your skin was on fire, buzzing with anticipation. His lips moved lower, ghosting over your stomach, stopping just before he reached your cunt.

His hands wrapped around your leg, lifting your thigh gently as he settled between them.

"You're so tense, love." he whispered, kissing the soft skin. "Nothing has to happen until you’re ready. Just relax."

He kissed your thigh again, higher up this time, his lips soft and gentle. His eyes met yours from between your legs, but instead of shrinking under his gaze, something in you unfurled. The way Lewis looked at you- it held no judgement or superiority, just pure adoration and care.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, lips brushing over your lower stomach now.

There was no pressure from him, nothing that induced anxiety in you like the men you’d been with before did.

“Are you sure about this, love?” his eyes held an air of concern, not wanting to coerce you into something you were uncomfortable with. “We can stop whenever you want.”

You were breathless, lust clouding your mind. Lewis had broken down your walls so easily, with such gentleness and care, that it left you desperate for him, for whatever he could give you.

“Lewis…” you breathed, “I need it…please.”

His lips returned to your thighs, dangerously close to where you needed him.

“Of course, baby.” he smiled.

His hands moved to grip your thighs, caressing the soft skin as he positioned them over his shoulders- spreading you wider for him.

He placed a slow, lingering kiss at your lower stomach- moving lower and lower until..

Finally, his tongue ran up your opening- tentative and gentle but sending shivers down your spine.

His eyes met yours as he watched for your reaction. He saw your head tipped back in bliss, eyes squeezed shut as your back arched. A long groan of pleasure left your throat, almost sounding like relief as his tongue circled your clit.

Your hips ground onto his face as Lewis increased the pressure of his tongue, his pace speeding up bringing a whine from your throat.

He chuckled, the vibrations going through your core.

“Yeah? You like this, baby?” he had a faint smirk on his face, but pure love in his eyes.

Your hands shot to his head, holding it as your raised your hips again.

“Lewis! Please don’t stop! Please.” you begged, desperation making your voice break.

He smirked again, placing a quick kiss to your clit. “Of course.” He lifted his hand to hold one of yours, resting your interlocked fingers on your stomach. “Whatever you want, love” he whispered, before diving back in, instantly matching the pace he had before.

As he wrapped his lips around your clit and began sucking, his other hand snuck between your legs, a finger slipping inside of you.

A broken moan of euphoria erupted from you. Making Lewis’ lips curl up slightly. A soft sheen of sweat coating your skin as your orgasm crept up on you, Lewis’ tongue working with expertise and precision.

Your grip on his hand tightened as he added a second finger into you, the pace of his tongue remaining powerful and steady. Your thighs tensed, your throat almost sore from the guttural moans of pure ecstasy that never stopped- signifying your orgasm was close.

White clouded your vision, your ears ringing as your legs shook around his head. He continued to lick at your clit, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm. It seemed to go on forever, soaking the soft bedsheets as you chanted his name- the pleasure he was giving you almost overwhelming.

Eventually, you crashed. You practically collapsed onto the bed, panting for breath. You’d never had an orgasm so intense before, and it left you in delirious and exhausted bliss. A huge grin on your face as your eyes drifted shut.

Lewis climbed up to you on the bed, positioning you to rest on his chest, his arms wrapped around you.

“So, you liked that?” he asked you, mirth in his voice.

“Mmm yeah, it was fine.” you joked back, your voice soft with tiredness.

“Fine?!” he exclaimed in mock surprise , “Babe, we need to change these sheets… and get you a towel.”

But, neither of you moved. The rain continued to pour outside, and the two of you laid entwined together. Lewis was your sun, and you knew he’d always be there to prove your doubts wrong. To love you for who you are.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . ˖ ࣪ . ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. ݁. ⋆ * .♡ *:･ﾟ. . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ :. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ -˚̣⋅ .

A/N

please be nice to me :( this was weirdly hard to write?? i wanted to capture the soft love vibes as best as i could.

i hope y’all enjoyed this!! i might rewrite sometime in the future and try and improve this. i def need to write more for lewis if lh44 has no fans i am dead

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ackermanrage · 2 days ago

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Hey! It’s me again lol. I wanted to request a Levi x fem!reader one shot (not sure if I wanted it to be fluff, smut, or both) where the roles are switched. Like, we all know Levi presents himself as kind of cold, stoic, and standoff-ish. And by popular opinion he would be the dominant one. So what if reader was someone with a more dominant, confident personality who is able to melt that hard exterior away and she always makes Levi extremely flustered around her? I think it’d be cute to see everyone’s reaction to Levi being flustered and shy since they usually perceive him as scary. Hange would definitely take the piss out of this haha. Tysm if you accept this 🙏🏼

omg wait this is amazing 🤩

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levi ackerman x fem!reader warnings: none an: this was supposed to be a drabble 😭but i got carried away so its a bit long!

Levi Ackerman was known for three things:

His precision in battle

His obsession with cleanliness.

And the kind of face that made fully grown soldiers rethink their life choices.

But lately, there was a fourth.

You, with the swagger in your walk and the kind of confidence that made him—Captain Stone-Cold Ackerman—go rigid (in more ways than one) every time you entered a room. You, who could walk into a strategy meeting late, smirk at him across the table, and have him forgetting what the hell “flanking maneuver” even meant.

It had started subtly. A compliment here. A wink there. A playful graze of your fingers on his arm after training. Nothing outrageous.

Until you started doing it when no one else was around.

---

It was past midnight when you knocked on his office door, a sly smile playing on your lips.

He didn’t look up from his paperwork when you entered, but you saw the way his hand stalled, how his jaw tensed.

“You need something?” he muttered.

You crossed the room silently and leaned against the edge of his desk. “You missed dinner again.”

“I’m busy.”

“I brought you tea.” You set the cup down beside his hand. “It’s the kind you like. Jasmine.”

Levi looked up. That alone nearly made your breath hitch. Those sharp gray eyes—wary, tired, and so devastatingly pretty.

“You didn’t have to,” he said, but his voice softened.

“I know. I wanted to.” You leaned in just slightly, watching the way his eyes flicked to your mouth and then darted away. “You should take better care of yourself, Captain.”

“…Tch. I do fine.”

“No, you look fine. That’s different.”

He dropped his pen. You bit back a grin as a soft flush crept up his neck.

You moved to his side, fingers brushing his shoulder. “Want me to make sure you sleep tonight?”

The sound he made wasn’t quite a scoff. But it wasn’t a "no" either.

---

You found him cleaning his blades behind the stables, hands meticulous, shirt clinging to him from sweat. A towel hung from his shoulder, and his hair was damp from the river.

You leaned against the doorway, arms crossed. “I didn’t know ‘world’s strongest soldier’ meant ‘world’s hottest blacksmith’ too.”

Levi didn’t look up. “You say things like that to every man with a sword?”

“Only the ones who make eye contact when I touch them.”

This time, he did glance up—and held your gaze for just a second too long before snapping it away.

“…You’re a menace.”

You walked closer, knelt in front of him, and picked up a blade. “You like it.”

He didn’t deny it.

---

Later that week, the squad was gathered around the training field. Levi stood with arms crossed, overseeing drills. You were beside him, casually close.

“You’re staring again,” you whispered without looking at him.

“I am not.”

“Liar. You’re cute when you sulk.”

Levi’s hand clenched around his hip, and Eren—who wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore—elbowed Armin with a grin.

“She’s doing it again,” he whispered.

“You’d think he’d be immune to flirting,” Armin whispered back.

“Bro is fighting for his life,” Connie added.

Hange leaned in from behind the formation. “I think we’re witnessing a courtship ritual. Do we give them space or take notes?”

“Shut up,” Levi growled, not even bothering to look at them.

But his face was glowing red.

---

You found him cleaning a kettle late one evening in the mess hall. You slipped behind him, sliding your arms slowly around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder.

He froze like always, body going rigid, hands hovering above the sink.

“…You shouldn’t sneak up on me.”

“I didn’t,” you murmured. “You just wanted me close.”

Levi didn’t move. But after a second, he exhaled, quietly, and let his hands relax in the water.

“You’re relentless,” he murmured. “Why?”

You smiled against his shoulder, letting your lips brush his neck.

“Because I like making you feel something.”

That time, you felt the faintest shiver run through him. You let your hands drag slowly across his stomach as you stepped away, and the noise he made—half sigh, half curse—nearly undid you.

---

It was raining that night when he opened the door. No words—just you and him and the soft flicker of candlelight behind him.

You stepped in, soaked from your run, and he handed you a dry towel without a word. Your fingers touched when you took it. He flinched. You didn’t let go.

“Levi,” you said gently. “You’re allowed to want things.”

His throat bobbed. “…I know.”

“You’re allowed to want me.”

He didn’t move. For once, he didn’t run. Just stared, like he was memorizing you.

“…You make it hard to think,” he admitted, voice low and rough. “I’ve never—let anyone in. Not like this.”

Your heart thudded. Slowly, you stepped forward, reaching up to cup his jaw. He let you.

“I’m not asking you to let your guard down for the world,” you whispered. “Just for me.”

His breath caught—and then, so softly you almost missed it:

“…I already have.”

---

He walked beside you the next morning, brushing shoulders. Nothing was spoken, but his fingers touched yours lightly, briefly, in the hallway.

And then—

“Oh my god,” Hange gasped. “Did you two hold hands?”

Levi didn’t flinch. He didn’t shout.

He just glanced at you, calm and quiet, before muttering: “Yeah. Got a problem?”

It was the first time he’d said it out loud. The first time he didn’t hide it. And when you turned to smile at him, his ears turned pink—but his hand stayed in yours.

©ackermanrage - please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize my work!

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entitled-fangirl · 13 hours ago

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Spitfire.

Harry Castillo x reader

Summary: Harry decides he needs someone with more personality. When the band for his next gala quits unexpectedly, Lucy has a connection to a singer for him. A good one. One that's a little spitfire.

Warnings: cursing, sexual tension and remarks, SPOILERS to Materialists

Masterlist

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“How’d the date go with Brenda?”

Harry stared at Lucy, mouth opening and closing a few times. “Honestly, Lucy? I think this whole matchmaking thing isn’t working like I thought.”

Lucy frowned. “Why? Every thing about her was perfect for you. What did I miss?”

“She just… had no personality.”

“You didn’t specify that in your non-negotiables.”

“I know. It’s not anything you did. It’s just,” he sighs, rubbing at his forehead, “I have too much going on at work. How about we pause the dates until I get everything settled?”

Lucy nods. “Of course.” She writes something down before pausing. “Even with our past and all, I hope you know you can tell me stuff. Confide in me. As a friend. Or an employee. Whatever is easiest.”

He considers it, then almost denies it. But there’s some pull that is forcing the words out. He leans back in his chair. “Alright.” He takes a long drink. "I love my brother. I do. But with him being a newlywed, I'm picking up the slack at the business. Tonight is this big gala we're hosting. The band quit at the last minute, I don't have a date-"

"-Oh. I can help with that."

"Lucy," he warns. "I don't need a date."

"No, no. I meant the other thing. The one before that. The band." At his confused expression, she tore the corner of a paper and began writing. "A friend of mine sings on the weekends at the lounge down the street."

He leans forward curiously. "Which one?"

"Mountainside lounge."

"Oh. She any good?"

"Well, Harry. I wouldn't suggest her if she made my ears bleed, now would I? I will warn you. She's got… a lot of personality.

He takes the torn paper like it's gold. "Thank you. I fear I owe you one."

"Maybe just one more date? I got this really beautiful woman-"

"-Alright. Bye, Lucy." He stands, exiting the restaurant with more pep in his step.

The paper between his fingers weighs on him. An email address. Interesting.

…

You reread the email with a puzzled brow. Lucy really suggested you to this guy? To the Castillos?

It's professional, but you can sense the desperation in his secretary's tone. Usually, you'd decline. But something about it has you replying back.

Within minutes, they gets back to you.

And you're set to sing on Saturday. You frantically call your accompanist. When they say they can't make it, you managed to get your roommate to do it. She's far too good at the piano anyway to not use that skill anywhere.

…

You set up without seeing a single Castillo. Only the wait staff and the planning committee. They help you as much as you need. It was kind, but you were hoping to at least see the guy that hired you before the party.

You had put way too much thought into your outfit, just like you always do. Singing at the lounge on the weekends paid for a few fancy dresses. Ones way out of your price range. You use that to your advantage a lot.

Like tonight.

You present yourself like you're one of the most esteemed singers in NYC. In reality, you and your roommate barely make ends meet.

But for tonight, you can live it up a little.

It was like every other joint you've sang at. Men ogle you a bit too much. The women give forced claps after a few songs. You're used to the steady routine.

Half way through the night, you take a small break. You giggle to the side with your roommate turned accompanist until a voice breaks the conversation. "Excuse me, I was hoping to get your ladies a drink."

You pause, lip tight at you stare at your roommate. Another one of those pervy guys hoping to take you home.

But when you turn to look at him, you don't get that vibe at all.

His eyes are far too kind.

"Oh. I can't drink," you nod, "bad for the voice."

"Oh, I'd definitely take a drink," your roommate interrupts.

The man grins and nods. "I can do that." His eyes set back on you. "Water then for you?"

"Yeah. Warm."

His eyes stay on you a little too long before he turns back to the crowd, disappearing to get those said drinks.

"He's fine as hell," your roommate teases. "If you don't fuck him, I will."

"Oh my god," you whisper-yell. "Keep it in your pants. We're working."

"You're working. I'm pitching in a favor from last Monday."

Last Monday. A sleazy bar fight started by someone getting a little too close to your roommate and you were the only one that did something about it. You're still sporting a wide bruise on your leg from getting knocked down.

"You don't owe me anything for that. C'mon."

"Well, no one else did anything until you fucking absorbed the first hit-"

"Okay. Stop. We'll talk about this later. Just… be professional for a few more hours?"

She sighs. "Fine."

In perfect timing, a tall glass on warm water is sat on the piano in front of you. You can feel him behind you, tie barely brushing your back before he's away from you once again.

"- and I got you a bit of champagne. Hope that wasn't a bad choice."

Your roommate takes it with greedy hands. "It's perfect. Thank you, Mr…"

"Harry. Harry Castillo."

You freeze, shoulders tightening. "Oh," you push out. "You're Lucy's… friend."

He seems to stiffen up too. "Yeah. Something like that."

"I only meant… you're the one that hired me?"

He relaxes at that, turning on the facade again. "Exactly so. She had good things to say about you."

"I think you were just desperate for a singer."

He laughs. "Maybe so. But you weren't a bad choice in any sense."

You lean against the piano. "I've been told I'm often a bad choice."

His brows raise. "Well, certainly not about your voice." He takes a moment to look at his shoes, recalling a thought. "Lucy did tell me you were a spitfire, though."

"She said that?"

He laughs and nods, content to get a little reaction out of you. "You disagree?"

You consider his words, fighting back and forth with yourself. Professionally, you were calm, cool and collected. Outside of work? A bull in a china closet. "'M not sure."

He keeps a subtle grin on his lips, puppy dog eyes trained on you. "You seem pretty tame."

You can feel the arousal work it's way down your spine to between your legs.

And with that, he taps the piano lightly like a send-off. "I'll enjoy hearing you the rest of the night, little songbird." And he steps away, businessman facade turned on high as he grins and shakes a man's hand like he hadn't turned your world on its side.

Your head slowly turns to your roommate, whose eyes are trained on the sheet music in front of her. 'Holy fuck,' she mouths, not having the courage to look at you after that.

You exhale, unsure of what to think. He's far too charming, alarmingly so. And yet here without a date. It's odd.

You take a little longer than you should've to collect yourself before beginning the second half of the night.

You know Harry's eyes are on you.

…

As the event comes to a close, you decide to pack up early. You have a busy day tomorrow and your voice needs to rest.

You help your roommate pack the sheet music carefully, preparing yourself to say forced goodbyes and shake a few hands.

You can feel Harry's presence before he even says a word.

"The songbird has a bedtime," you start first, not bothering to look up at him.

God, you know he's grinning. "Good. A songbird needs beauty rest. I can't see how looking so… radiant wouldn't require hours of sleep."

You hum, finishing up. But he catches your arm and places a piece of paper in your hand.

You pause, finally turning your head to see him watching you like you're an addiction he has a craving for.

And your eyes dart to the paper, seeing it as a folded check. "Mr. Castillo, you already paid-"

"I know. Think of it as a tip. Tonight was wonderful and you made it so."

Your head tilts, eyes flashing with something. "You trying to tame me, Mr. Castillo?"

"No," he whispers, inching a bit closer, "No, I wouldn't dare." He takes a moment, decided where his bravery lies. Then, he closes the distance, kissing your cheekbone and then kissing your hand. "Goodnight."

…

The poor taxi driver. Your roommate could not contain her excitement. "He was like ALL over you! GOD the gorgeous babies that man would make with you! Please tell me you got his number!"

"No," you scoff. "I was working. This was all work related."

"Nothing about that man's eyes screamed work related."

…

The next day, there's a bit of a headache you're nursing. You're not sure why. Maybe a lack of sleep. Maybe the stress of the day before. But you stumble into the kitchen and start making the same shitty breakfast you always have.

"Oh yeah, I said I'd split that job with you from last night," you remind your roommate.

She laid across the couch, seemingly in the same mental position as you. Hand over her forehead. "Don't worry about it. Just buy me a couple drinks next time we're out."

You hum. "Well, I even got a tip. How about I at least split that with you?"

She sits up a bit. "How much?"

You shrug. "Haven't looked."

She's already darting for your coat pocket where you left it last night. She scrambles, pulling it out and unfolding it. You see her eyes open wide. "Holy shit."

"What?"

Her eyes just stay on the page. "Like Holy shit."

"Oh my god, just-" you round the counter, peering over her shoulder at it. Then it's your turn to gawk. "Fuck."

You're dialing the number at the top left of the check quickly, spatula in one hand as you nurse your scrambled eggs, phone in the other.

"You've reached Castillo Enterprises. How may I help you today?"

"Uh, yeah. Hi. I need to talk to Harry Castillo."

"Oh. Well, is this a matter of canceling an appointment or meeting?"

"No. I need to speak to him about a matter-"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Castillo is a busy man. Shall I take a message?"

"No. No. I'll just… forget it. Thank you."

You drop your phone on the counter, eyes trained on the pan on the stove.

The odds of a busy man like him calling you back is far too slim. There was no point in leaving a message.

No. You learned years ago that most things can just be taken care of in person.

So you finish your breakfast, rushing to look decently professional before getting in your car.

…

Castillo Enterprises is a huge fucking building. One you can't see the top of when you're standing in front of it.

It's all glass, and you see your reflection staring back. You're far from what you looked like last night, but you'd at least managed to slap a little makeup on before you left.

Clutching your purse, you take a deep breath and step inside.

You go to the first desk you see, the one placed in the middle of the room for lost souls like yourself. "Hi, I'm here to see Harry Castillo?"

The secretary is a young girl, one who clearly hates confrontation. "34th story. Elevators are that way."

So off you are again, check weighing heavily in your purse.

You stumble your way around to another desk. A secretary you recognize the voice of. You know you're getting closer since she's the one you spoke on the phone to. "Hi-"

"-You're the woman on the phone," she acknowledges. "As I said before, Mr. Castillo is very busy. He can't see you today."

"I know that but I just need to return a check that was written to me."

Her eyes suddenly widen with realization. "You're the singer from the gala. Sorry, but we can't accept that check back."

"Why not? There's nothing wrong with it."

"Mr. Castillo told me not to accept a returning check from you if you were to come in today."

You gawk for a moment before you get angry. "You know what? Where the fuck is he?"

"As I said before-"

"No. Where is he right now?"

There's a silent standoff that's broken as quickly as it starts. "Cathy, get the Westons a meeting with me t-" Harry pauses, eyes set on you. "Hi," he breathes.

You scoff. "Ten thousand dollars? Are you fucking serious?"

His face falls, confusing written clearly over it. "What do you m-"

"Don't!" You growl. You dig the check out of her purse, holding it out between two fingers. "Take it back."

He recoils from it like it's poisonous, hands up. "I already gave it to you."

"Really? The fuck are you trying to do, be my sugar daddy? You don't even know my fucking name."

There's a moment where he looks around, a bit embarrassed to be making such a scene at his work. But another part of him doesn't care. His main focus is the woman in front of him. His voice is careful and calculated. "I was only trying to appreciate a songbird. Forgive me if I was too forward. But please, accept it this once."

"For what?"

"Hm?"

Your eyes take in his dark blue suit, tailored just perfectly for him. "What… what do you want me to do? What are you paying me for?"

He frowns. "What? No. It's just… spending money. For you. I… I was doing something nice."

"No one is that nice."

He pauses. "God, you really are friends with Lucy, aren't you?"

"The fuck does that mean, Castillo?"

"Means you're untrusting! Just take the check."

"No," you push, holding it out again. "I don't want it."

When he recoils again, you take it back, holding it with both hands now. "I'll fucking tear it up all over this office floor."

He shrugs. "Fine. I'll mail you another by the end of the day."

"Fuck you."

He laughs. Actually laughs at that. "Consider me charity and I'm asking a favor of you."

You pause.

"Just listen to my proposal. Accept the money-"

You scoff.

His head tilts. "- or go on a date with me."

The paper in your hands suddenly feel much heavier than it was before.

At your pause, he shrugs. "Or do both."

"No," you scoff. "No. That is ridiculous."

"What's ridiculous about that?"

"I'm making a scene in the middle of the richest enterprise in New York in front of the richest man in New York, and you're asking me on a date?"

He nods.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You ask genuinely.

He shrugs. "I'm all business. I need a little more liveliness in my life."

"And you think I'd do that for you?"

"You already have."

You consider all of it. Your voice calms, "You can't tame me, you know."

He nods, "I would never try to."

And with that, you begin to tear the check into little pieces. The rug catches them, the dark gray contrasting with the little white papers. And he watches. Not the peices fall. But you.

You pull the strap of your purse higher on your shoulder and storm your way past him, content with your victory.

But you pause, huffing as you turn and kiss him on the cheek. "Pick me up at 8."

He listens to your shoes against the expensive tile until you're gone.

"Yes ma'am," he whispers to himself.

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barcapix · 2 days ago

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hiii could you please do the current boyfriend prank that’s on TikTok with Lamine❤️

✮ Current Boyfriend - Lamine Yamal

lamine yamal x fem!reader

sy: trying the viral, ‘current boyfriend’ prank on your bf, lamine.

a/n: hope this did justice ! thanks for requesting 🫶🏼 (moodboard is shite. let’s move swiftly on..)

warnings: just spanish, i think.

per usual, your phone was causally propped up against the limestone shelf below the mirror of your masters bathroom.

purposely, you’d had it on screen-record and video for a while now, so it wouldn’t give away the fact it was recording the soon-to-be prank you were about to deliver to your boyfriend.

lamine, sure he was smart as hell when it comes to football, but common sense-wise?not so much.

lamine has just finished adjusting his golden chain around his neck. “how are you not ready yet?”

“says you who has just finished,” you playfully tease, popping the lid of your lipstick off. “i’ll only be a few seconds.”

he mumbles something incoherent, fidgeting with the blonde strands of his hair. you finish the lipstick addition, sweeping your purse.

“i’m so glad i finally get to go out with you tonight,” you smile sweetly, intertwining your hand with his. “it’s been awhile since ive went to dinner with my current boyfriend.”

lamine nods, then does a double take, his head snapping towards you, that might of just have gave himself whiplash. meanwhile, you’re still gazing at your reflection in the wall-sized mirror.

“wait what? current boyfriend?”

you continue adjusting your hair in the mirror, pretending to be oblivious about the way lamine’s once-bright expression twists into confusion.

he blinks. once. twice. thrice.

“how many do you have!?”

you turn vaguely, offering him a sideways glance. “¿qué?” (what?)

“nada,” lamine tuts, his eyes narrowing as they search your face for any persiflage. “don’t what me. current boyfriend? is there a list or something i should know about?”

you bite the inside of your cheek, merely holding back your laugh bubbling inside your throat. but you manage to stay composed. “there’s no list.”

he tilts his head slightly, suspicious. “..you said that with a little too much confidence for me to believe it.”

you roll your eyes, tapping your foot impatiently. “let’s just go to dinner. we’ll be late otherwise.”

you attempt in starting to move past him, but he casually steps in front of you with a freakishly swift pace.

“al diablo con la cena,” he remarks. “adelante, dilo otra vez.” (screw dinner. go ahead, say that again.)

you glance at him in the mirror. he’s got that lazy frown, brows slightly pulled, arms crossed now, like he’s waiting for an answer that better be a good one.

“say what, baby?”

“that thing,” he says, chin jerking up at your reflection. “about me. say it again.”

you stifle a smile. “what? that i’m glad to go out with my current boyfriend?”

“yeah, that. why’d you say it like that?” he says, tinging possessively, but more so desperately as if that actually stung him.

“look at me when i’m talking to you.”

lamine tepidly curves the angle of your jaw to face him, in which you shrug. “it’s not that deep.”

he takes a step back, eyes scanning your face and jaw slack, as if scanning for hidden answers carved into your skin. “well, it sounds deep! you planning on replacing me or something?”

you chuckle under your breath, flickering between his hazel eyes. “god, you can be so dramatic sometimes, amor. turn that frown upside down.”

you send a roguish smack to his chest, where he stays deadly still. he doesn’t let up, though.

“so i’m just your current boyfriend now?” his tone sharpens, albeit not bitter, just like he’s getting increasingly bothered. “just holding the spot till someone else comes along? someone ugly?”

you sigh. “lamine.”

he looks down to you, arms falling to his sides, and his expression somewhere between annoyed and pouty.

“just say i’m your boyfriend. drop the current.”

you raise an eyebrow. so, this is what jealousy looks like. although after almost four years of dating, jealousy wasn’t a common thing lamine liked to convey.

you can’t deny the smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth. “are you jealous?”

his cheeks immediately blush with a shade of light crimson like a blush rebellion; the tone of his voice pitches in protest. “jealous? pfffttt. me? never.”

“you aree jealous,” you coo, prolonging the tail of your words as you poke him in the chest. “this is you. jealous. sulky face and everything.”

lamine starts with a fake cough, and both of his hands pressing comically against his inflamed cheeks. “im just saying no other man would know your coffee order like the back of their hand.”

“caramel frappuccino, with a shot of vanilla and chocolate fudge drizzle—extra cream.” he wraps his arm around your waist, deflecting his embarrassment now.

his hands hover above yours, his fingers circling your ring finger like a silent claim. “see?” he gestures, vainly to himself. “no one else would know that.”

you squint at him. “and you say you’re not dramatic, yet you’re spiraling over a sentence.”

lamine huffs, now trailing your spine with his hands. “im spiraling because the sentence made me sound temporary. im not temporary.”

“no? what makes you think that?”

“because if you ever tried replacing me, i’d have to hunt whoever he is and s—”

“okay!” hurriedly, you jump up onto your tiptoes, to kiss his cheek, effectively permitting him to shut up. “it’s a prank! i promise! don’t finish that sentence!”

“a prank?” he scrunches his nose.

you grab your phone from the shelf, and he now, hours later, recognises the red circle at the top of your screen—recording.

lamine immediately groans. “you with tiktok.”

“you’re as much of an addict as i am,” you add, giggling. “are you saying you’ve never seen this trend?”

the spaniard shakes his head, lazily letting his chin drop atop yours. a heavy exhale rakes from his bones, relief washing over him. “no, i’ve seen it. i just didn’t think you’d use me for content and almost give me heart palpitations.”

you usher a breathy laugh. “okay, i’m sorry. i’ll offer to pay for the desserts tonight—as an apology?”

“¿solo los postres?” he faux snorts, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. (just the desserts?)

here comes the pretentious eye roll again. not like hours ago he made it evident that you weren’t to pay a single cent. “bien. yo pagaré.. las bebidas también.” (fine. i’ll pay for.. the drinks too.)

“así está mejor,” he mumbles. though, realistically? he’d backtrack on his words. (that’s more like it/that’s better.)

“soo..” you peer up at him, hands smoothing down his abs. “are you finally happy now?”

“almost.”

lamine steals a kiss from your lips, satisfyingly slow and lingering like he’s trying to brand it in place; sealing his position as your permanent boyfriend.

when he pulls away, his teeth gently nab at your bottom lip, but his voice is weaker, almost smug again.

“now i’m happy.”

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ravenstargames · 11 hours ago

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What are the LIs like when they get their hearts broken by someone?

Someone woke up and chose angst! And it was not me!

✦ What are the LIs like when they get their hearts broken by someone?

✦ Amon: Surprisingly "mature" about it. Things happen, things don't work out sometimes. That doesn't mean he isn't sad—he's just too used to this kind of thing. He has survived a million heartbreaks; this one will be no different.

✦ Raeya: Tends to reflect a lot on what she could've done better, or where she may have failed. Chances are she does this obsessively and not in a useful way that helps her grow or learn, but more as a way to chastise herself. Tries to bury herself in work to avoid dealing with the pain.

✦ Gael: Devastated. Would not function for a few weeks. The one who externalizes his pain the most, emotionally speaking. Needs the longest to recover, but eventually does it healthily and learns a lot.

✦ Envy: Pretends it doesn't bother them that much, then channels his hurt as anger—ultimately they're deeply affected and can't deal with it. Would hide behind thoughts like "I should've seen it coming", "this always happens", "I can't trust anyone", and so on. Would inwardly blame the other person and harbor a lot of hatred and resentment to "protect" himself.

✦ Ara: From the outside she's the same as always, positive and cheerful, but on the inside her denial phase runs long. She just acts like nothing happened, literally. Like the other person never existed in the first place. Doesn't want to talk about it so don't even mention it to her, she'll get furious.

✦ Xal: Suffers quietly. Accepts it as something that sooner or later was going to happen. He doesn't question stuff or tries to actively heal, sadly. He'd be a little confused? He doesn't know. Too many different emotions he doesn't know how to process so he just...doesn't.

✦ Father Pride: A mix between Amon and Raeya. He knows things happen, life goes on, people change, love transforms and it can die. He knows this but can't quite grow to fully accept it so he enters a process of rumination that affects him for quite a while.

✦ Lázaro: Is pretty chill about it. "Recovers" the fastest but that doesn't mean their process is healthy lol. Stalks the other person frequently until they lose interest, kind of personally supervising their whole "detachment" process, if that makes sense. Kind of as a way to prove themself this isn't their end.

✦ Cécile: Yeah, no one is breaking his heart or breaking up with him. Someone he has confided in this much isn't just walking away from his life. Once you're with him, you're with him. Forever. And if you want out, there's only one way, and he has to be the one doing it.

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #indiedev #li asks

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lightsoutmatthews · 2 days ago

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hey jo! your writing is such a great escape, you’re so talented! i have a dramatic request: reader has only met auston’s family a handful of times—like this is very new territory for them. she overhears auston’s sisters talking about her, so she starts coming up with excuses not to see them. auston gets mad thinking she doesn’t like his family, but reader doesn’t want to say what is really going on. this leads to a fight with auston and reader, but with a happy ending between everyone please (sisters included). i know you can bring this drama to life 🙏🏻🙏🏻

I loved this request, sometimes it´s so nice to have a direct vision compared to just a one sentence request (not that I don´t like them 🫣)

What wasn´t said – Auston Matthews

Meeting Auston´s family for the first time felt like being dropped into someone else´s dream.

You knew how important they were to him. How tight knit he and they were but until you were actually standing on the front steps of his childhood home on Scottsdale, you didn’t realize just how intimidating that closeness could be to a newcomer.

He had been sweet about the invite, casual even.

“My mom is doing a little get-together Saturday, nothing big. You in?”

You had smiled and nodded, hiding the nervous twist in your stomach.

At this point you had been dating for a few months, you had gotten to know most of the important people in his life that lived in Toronto, his teammates, their partners, team staff, his management team, but this was new territory.

You wanted to make a good impression, not just for Auston, but because a part of you wanted them to like you. Really liked you. As much as he did.

The Matthews´ house was beautiful. Open, filled with light, a giant backyard that backed onto the desert.

His mom, Ema, was warm right away. She kissed your cheeks, offered you homemade lemonade and told you to make yourself at home.

His dad was quieter but equally as kind, asking about your job, your family and where you grew up.

Then there were his sisters Alexandria and Breyana.

They were beautiful. Put-together. Confident.

You could feel the closeness between them and Auston immediately. Instant jokes, casual teasing, glances that didn’t need explanation.

You couldn’t help but feel like a spectator trying to step into a movie halfway through as you watched their sibling dynamic.

They greeted you politely, not unkind, but not warmly either.

Alexandria, the older one, made a bit of small talk. She asked how long you had been dating Auston and what you did, but her tone was cool.

Breyana was chattier but distracted, like she had one eye on the conversation and the other one out of it.

You tried to stay positive. Helped Ema in the kitchen, complimented the backyard. You even asked Breyana about her earrings when she sat beside you. She said thanks and then got up to join Alexandria by the pool.

Later that evening, Auston put his arm around you while you both watched his cousins toss a football around.

“They like you,” he said, smiling.

You forced a small smile back. “You think so?”

“Yeah, my mom said you were so sweet.”

That part you believed but his sisters? You weren’t so sure.

Over the next few weeks, you met them a few more times. Dinners, game nights, little family things Auston included you in.

Each time you showed up with a bottle of wine or dessert, smiled even when you felt awkward, laughed at the jokes you didn’t fully understand.

But each time, you still felt like you were knocking on a door that wouldn’t open all the way.

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The confirmation happened at a late-summer barbecue at Auston´s parents´ house.

It had been a hot, dry afternoon. The pool was open; drinks were flowing and the air smelled like grilled burgers and sunscreen.

You had spent the last hour chatting with Ema and Auston´s aunt on the patio, sipping lemonade and trying not to overthink every word that came out of your mouth.

At some point, you realized your phone wasn’t in your bag.

You excused yourself and headed inside to look for it.

The living room was empty, music drifting in faintly from outside.

You started to retrace your steps. Checked under the throw pillows, the coffee table and even the guest bathroom but there was nothing.

As you moved toward the hallway where the bedrooms were located, you heard voices coming from one of the rooms. Alexandria´s you thought.

The door wasn’t fully shut.

“…like, I don’t want to be a bitch,” Breyana said, her voice low but clear.

You froze. Instinct told you to walk away, but something held you in place.

“It´s just weird,” she continued. “She barely talks to us. It´s like she´s afraid to say the wrong thing, so she doesn’t say anything.”

“She´s so… I don’t know, careful?” Alexandria replied. “Too careful. It feels fake sometimes.”

“She acts like she´s sweet but it´s all too polished, like she rehearsed it in the mirror or something.”

You pressed your back against the wall, your throat tightening.

Alexandria sighed. “Honestly, I don’t get it. Auston could have anyone. What does he even see in her?”

“Probably someone who loves the NHL lifestyle,” Breyana said with a dry laugh. “He´s always been a magnet for that.”

The words landed heavy. Your chest ached.

“I´m not saying she´s awful,” Breyana added. “She´s fine, I guess but I don’t think she fits.”

You didn’t wait to hear more.

You backed away, heart pounding, and ducked into the guest bedroom.

Your phone was on the dresser, right where you had left it when you changed into your swimsuit.

When you returned to the kitchen, your face was calm, but your stomach churned. You smiled and told Ema you weren’t feeling well. Migraine. You were so sorry.

Auston offered to drive you back to his place, but you insisted you would be okay. He kissed your cheek and told you to text when you got home.

You cried in the car. Not big sobs, just quiet tears that slipped down your face and dried before you pulled into your driveway.

You didn’t tell him what you heard. At least not then.

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After that day, something shifted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to face them. not Alexandria´s cold glances or Breyana´s forced smiles.

Every time Auston mentioned a family dinner, your stomach turned.

So, you started to make excuses.

At first, they were believable.

Work deadlines. Friend commitments. A minor cold. Auston didn’t question it. He told you to rest, that he would catch up with you after.

But as the weeks passed, the reasons got thinner.

You declined three events in a row. Then skipped his mom´s birthday dinner entirely.

You told him you had a scheduling conflict, but the truth was you sat on your couch in sweats, watching TV and feeling ashamed.

You weren’t angry at his sisters. You were hurt. Embarrassed.

You hadn’t done anything to deserve that kind of judgement when they had met you all of three times before that.

The worst part was that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell Auston. Not because you didn’t trust him or because you thought he wouldn’t believe you.

You didn’t want to make things awkward for him. You didn’t want to be the girlfriend who came between him and his sisters.

Still, the distance between you and Auston grew.

He started noticing the little things. “You´ve been avoiding them,” he said one night after dinner.

You barely looked up from your empty plate. “I´m not.”

“You are. You always say no to the invitations now.”

“I´ve just been busy, you know how work can be.”

“Too busy to come over for dinner and spend two hours with my family?” he shot back.

Your silence answered him, but he didn’t push that night. Still, you could feel the questions behind his eyes.

And soon enough, his patience started to fade.

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It was a Sunday afternoon when it all boiled over.

You were supposed to go to his parents´ for brunch. He had even bought you a new dress the week before, teasing that his mom would love it on you.

But that morning, you said you felt off. A headache, maybe a potential stomach bug. You told him to go without you.

When he came home, you were curled up on the couch. He dropped his keys on the counter and stood there, arms crossed.

“You okay?” he asked carefully.

“Yeah,” you answered absentmindedly.

He nodded slowly. “We need to talk.”

You straightened. “About what?”

“My sisters. My family. You keep pulling away and I´ve let it go because I figured maybe you needed space, but it´s been over a month now and I need to know what is going on.”

You looked away. “Nothing is going on. You´re imagining things,” you said, harsher than expected.

“Bullshit,” he shot back.

You winced at the bite in his voice.

“Did I do something wrong? Did they? Because I´m stuck in the middle here. I´m trying to give you space, but I can´t fix anything if I don’t even know what´s up. I´ve got my mom asking me every time when I show up without you if she did something to upset you and I´m tired of lying to her.”

His voice was harsh, and your heart wrenched at the confession about Ema.

She and Brian were nothing but incredibly nice to you. They had welcomed you with open arms and it was unfair of you to make them collateral damage but at the same time you could not face them while Alexandria and Breyana where there.

You couldn’t take more of their glances and whispers.

His voice softened just a tad when he spoke again. “Do you not like them?”

You closed your eyes and sighed. “No. I mean… it´s not that.”

“Then what?” he said, harsher again.

You didn’t want to argue about it, but you felt like this was the moment you had to come clean, otherwise it would all blow up in your face. “I overheard them.”

He blinked confused. “What?”

“That barbecue a month ago. I was looking for my phone and they were talking in Alexandria´s room.”

You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t.

“They were talking about me. Said I put on a fake personality when I was with them, that all I said was like I rehearsed it in front of a mirror. Oh, and that I was probably with you for the lifestyle and that I didn’t fit.”

The room was dead silent.

You finally glanced at him. His face went a little pale with shock.

“I didn’t know what to do,” you said. “I didn’t want to cause drama, they didn’t need any more bad impressions of me, and I didn’t want you to feel like you had to defend me. They´re your family after all.

His hands dropped to his sides. “You should have told me. Maybe not there but when I got home that evening.”

“I didn’t want to make you choose between me and them and I didn’t want to make things awkward.”

He stepped closer. “You´re not making me choose but Jesus, I would´ve wanted to know. Of course I would´ve had your back. They´re my sisters, yeah, but they have no right to speak about my girlfriend that way.”

“I know,” you said quietly, tears brimming. “I just… I was scared what would happen if I told you.”

He pulled you in without another word, his arms tight around your waist.

You rested your head on his chest, letting the tears fall.

“I´ll talk to them,” he said into your hair. “I promise.”

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Auston didn’t waste time.

That same evening, he called Alexandria and asked her and Breyana to meet him for coffee the next morning.

You reluctantly offered to come, but he shook his head.

“I need to talk to them first. Just me.”

He returned an hour later, quieter than usual.

He kicked off his shoes with more force than any other day and sat beside you on the couch, running a hand over his jaw.

“Well?” you mumbled.

“They didn’t deny it,” he started, sending another painful pang through your chest. “They remembered what they said and tried to play it off at first, like they were just venting or being protective of me.” He sighed.

You bit your lip. “And?”

“I told them it wasn’t okay. That they hurt you and that if they had concerns, they could´ve come to me. But talking behind your back like that? That´s not how we do things.”

You stayed quiet, fingers laced in your lap.

“They asked if they could talk to you and apologize.”

Your stomach clenched. “I don’t know if I´m ready for that.”

“That´s okay. You don’t have to do anything, but they want to make it right. I think they realized they crossed a line.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay.”

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Two days later you agreed to meet Breyana and Alexandria at a little coffee shop near Auston´s house.

You got there early and sat by the window, tapping your foot until they walked in.

Alexandria looked nervous. That surprised you.

“Thanks for coming,” she said as she sat down.

You nodded, arms crossed but still open enough to signal her to continue.

“I want to say this first,” she started. “We were wrong. We judged you way too fast. I don’t have a good excuse for it except… I think I got used to people coming in and out of Auston´s life quickly.”

“Some of them were only around when he was winning,” Breyana added. “When the season was going well, or the press talked about him. And I think we just assumed you were like them because we were used to that.”

You looked at both of them, staying quiet for a second, letting their words settle. “That´s the thing.” You started. “I´ve done nothing to make you think that. You barely know me and you never gave me a chance.”

“I know,” Alexandria said quietly. “And I´m sorry. Really sorry.”

Breyana leaned forward. “We want to start over. Only if that´s something you´re open to of course.”

You paused. Looked at their faces. There was no fake politeness now. Just honest, awkward vulnerability.

“I´m open to it,” you said finally. “But it will take a bit of time.”

“That´s fair,” Alexandria nodded. “We´ll earn it.”

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The next few weeks were slow and cautious.

You didn’t jump into family dinners right away, but you started small. Showed up to game nights again, helped Ema prep for a baby shower for one of Auston´s cousins, met for lunch with Alexandria once.

You still felt tense at first, but it slowly faded.

There was a moment at a brunch two weeks later where you and Breyana got caught up talking about a show you both loved. She laughed genuinely and looked surprised.

“Okay, okay. I misjudged you,” she said with a careful grin.

“You think?” you teased.

“I was an ass,” she admitted.

You smiled. “You´re working on it.”

They began including you more organically. Sending memes, asking your opinion about gifts for their mom because “Auston has no clue about that stuff anyways” and invited you to a Pilates class.

It wasn’t perfect but it felt like they were making a real effort.

One night, you and Auston were lying in bed, legs tangled under the sheets, when he kissed your temple and murmured “Thanks for giving them a second chance.”

You turned to him. “Thanks for standing up for me.”

“You´re my person,” he said simply.

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Months passed.

The weather cooled. You and Auston returned to Toronto. The season picked up. You found yourself at more and more family gatherings. Movie nights when everyone came for a Leafs homestand, birthdays, even a trip to the lake one-week Auston surprisingly had only one game.

You and Alexandria weren’t best friends, but there was a growing respect.

A shared look when Auston did something ridiculous. A text checking in when she heard you had a rough week from her brother.

Breyana was looser. Warmer. She teased you now with affection, not barbs.

At Thanksgiving, Ema pulled you aside in the kitchen, handing you a bowl of mashed potatoes.

“I´m really glad you´re here,” she smiled.

You smiled back. “Me too.”

Auston came up behind you later, looping an arm around you waist. “You know,” he said, voice close to your ear. “My mom told me yesterday she thinks you´re one of the best things that ever happened to me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Even after I brought store-bought pie?”

“Even then,” he laughed.

You leaned into him, glancing around the crowded room. His dad was laughing with cousins, his sisters were setting the table together, Ema was calling for someone to grab more wine.

It didn’t feel like you were on the outside anymore.

It felt like you finally belonged.

#auston matthews #toronto maple leafs #auston matthews imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #auston matthews x reader #nhl imagine

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sorcerersandskillusers · 3 days ago

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The genius writing of Akutagawa and Dazai's relationship.

Dazai and Akutagawa's relatuionship is incredibly interesting and is essential to the story as a whole.

Here I want to talk about how we see Dazai’s careful manipulation of Akutagawa at the start of BSD and what his motivations are for doing it.

In Dazai's entrance exam we see how Akutagawa is still pursuing Dazai even after 2 years. But he is going after him more for revenge, he has clearly become more independent but still desperately wants to find Dazai and hopefully understand why he was left behind.

Akutagawa sternly watches the agent go. “Wait. I’d like to ask you something.” The agent stops in his tracks. “I’m looking for someone. He has the ability to nullify others’ skills upon contact. Know anybody like that?” “Sorry, afraid not.” “Then get out of my sight.” “You got it.” He begins to walk again before disappearing into the darkness of the evening twilight. “…Where did you go? Why did you suddenly disappear?” Akutagawa soliloquizes, alone on the street. “For a moment, I thought you might have been the Azure King, but I was wrong. Where are you? There’s no way you’re dead. You are somewhere here in Yokohama. I just know it.” The winds of the night collect his words and carry them away. “I’ll find my mentor if it’s the last thing I do. I’ll find you, former Port Mafia executive Dazai.”

By the time the manga really starts we see that Akutagawa's attitude towards Dazai has changed a lot.

This is his first time seeing Dazai in years and he is able to keep his cool and brush it off. He is even confident enough to threaten Dazai when we know Akutagawa before this and even later in the series would never.

Dazai taunts Akutagawa here, poking at the old insecurity’s and letting him know Dazai is still not impressed with what he's achieved. you can see from his reaction Aku is affected and shows that even though he's acting tough, he hasn't really escaped his past.

This is where the mind games begin.

Look at Akutagawa's face when he enters ,you can see that he is really nervous about confronting Dazai here, and Dazai pointedly ingoring him like he's nothing when he tries to intimidate him really just emphisises that Dazai doesn't see him as a threat.

Akutagawa tries so hard to be in control here, Dazai is chained up, sententenced to death, has no friends or allies there to help him while Akutagawa has the whole mafia at his back. But still its clear that Dazai is 100% in control of the situation.

Akutagawa hitting Dazai, threatening to kill him, saying how he is no threat, we would never see him do this kind of thing later in the series. Dazai here very carefully brings him right back to the state he was in before he left.

Dazai bringing out every old insecurity, dismissing everything Akutagawa strived to achieve and the strength he uses to justify his existance. We see Akutagawa trying to justify why he doesn't need Dazais approval, how he's a traitor and doomed to die anyway, but Dazai just talks about how disapointing and pathetic Akutagawa was as a student and for Akutagawa who's ability and talent are what he values most thats a deep wound. Akutagawa is trying so hard to control the present but the fact that Dazai's words affect him so much shows that he is still very much trapped by the past.

An important note is that we know for a fact this is Dazai lying. He says multiple times in the Dark Era that he sees huge potential in Akutagawa and that he thinks he could be the strongest ability user in the port mafia. All of this is Dazai deliberately getting under Aku's skin, breaking down the confidence he built in the years after Dazai left.

But what Dazai said that cut the deepest was comparing him to Atsushi.

The fact that Dazai had taken on another pupil after him, and that he said he was better means that Akutagawa was just weak. And we see how after this Akutagawa developes his hatred of Atsushi since to him Atsushi is everything he despises but some he won Dazai's approval.

Akutagawa is brought right back to how Dazai used to train him, the hell he went through to earn Dazai's acceptence, and somehow this random weak coward gets everything he ever wanted dispite everything he did to earn it.

By the Guild arc we see that Akutagawa is now completely motivated by Dazai again. This is also important because he is a lot less cocky here, it's clear that losing to Atsushi really has pushed him to start fighting with everything he has.

On Mobi Dick we see that Akutagawa has completely abandoned the mafias orders and is solely focused on killing Atsushi.

We also see just how much Akutagawa's attitude has changed from when he met Dazai in the prison, here even just the chance to talk to Dazai makes him throw everything else away. He's desprate and confused and needs to know why Dazai would choose Atsushi over him.

Then, Akutagawa learns a bit of Atsushi's past.

This is it, I think that here (even though he would never admit it) Akutagawa kind of realises that him and Atsushi want exactly the same thing, but to Akutagawa approval has to come from Dazai while for Atsushi even he doesn't know how or when it will be enough.

Atsushi thinks his life has no value unless he saves others, Akutagawa thinks his has no value unless he kills others. Both are wrong and both need to learn that from the other.

(Atsushi and Akutagawa's dynamic is also incredibly well done and will probably get an analysis of its own but this one is too long already)

Now I want to talk about why Dazai did this, why he dragged Akutagawa back to this state even after he has seemingly moved on. I don't think it was just to control him (though thats probably part of it), I think it was because he knew that the only person who could save Akutagawa was Atsushi.

Very important point: Dazai was not the one who made Akutagawa think his life had no value, or the reason he was so eager to kill. Both of these are part of Akutagawa long before he meets Dazai. We see in The Heartless Cur that Akutagawa was already very quick to kill and had no will or reason to live.

In the Dark Era Dazai tells Oda that he wants Akutagawa to learn to temper his rage and not always jump to killing.

“That skill user Akutagawa was one of your subordinates, right?” I said, tracing my memory. “I heard he had a rather aggressive skill…but even he’s no match for them?” “Akutagawa—he’s like a sword without a sheath.” Dazai grinned from ear to ear. “He’ll surely become the Mafia’s strongest skill user in the notso-distant future, but for now he needs someone who can teach him how to put that sword away.” I was surprised. I had never heard Dazai openly speak so highly of one of his men like that before. “Is he really that talented?” “When I first saw him over in the slums, I was horrified. His talents are extraordinary, and his skill is extremely destructive. Plus, he’s stubborn. If I’d left him to his own devices, he would’ve ended up a slave to his own powers until he destroyed himself.” Dazai didn’t freely make people work under him, period; much less a boy on the verge of starvation in the slums. But Dazai seemed to have his own reasons for doing it.

Notice how Dazai says he needs "someone" to teach him to sheath his sword, not that "he" can/will teach him.

Dazai seemingly regressing Akutagawa back to being 100% dependent on his approval was because Akutagawa never really escaped it. He was still just an attack dog who killed indescriminatly and whose self worth was tied entirely to his role in the mafia. If Dazai had just left him alone he probably would have ended up destroying himself just like Dazai predicted. But when Dazai met Atsushi he knew he had found a way to save Akutagawa too.

This is not me (or Asagiri) trying to justify Dazai's abuse of Akutagawa. Dazai himself says about Atsushi's headmaster that the methods he used were horrific and unforgivable, but that doesn't mean they didn't shape who Atsushi is now.

In the mafia Dazai wouldn't have cared about how he "saved" akutagawa, he says it to Akutagawa himself.

He immediately pointed the gun at Akutagawa, who was still on the ground. “I have this friend who’s supporting several orphans all on his own, you see,” he continued, his weapon still drawn and aimed at the boy. “Akutagawa, I’m sure Odasaku would’ve been patient enough to give you the guidance you needed had he been the one who’d found you on the brink of starvation in the slums. That would have been the ‘right’ thing to do. But ‘righteousness’ doesn’t take very kindly to me. And there’s only one thing people like me do to useless subordinates.” Dazai mercilessly pulled the trigger the moment he finished his sentence.

We even see this play out in BEAST, Oda and the ADA are able to really help Akutagawa and teach him the value of life both his own and other peoples, what Dazai did wasn't nessacary or justified. But it is what happened and can't be changed.

Obviously Dazai was also struggling with horrific things of his own, but that doesn't change or excuse what he did. Everything he put Akutagawa through left a mark, so to undo that damage and let him move on he needed to make him and Atsushi truly understand eachother by breaking down the walls Akutagawa had put up.

In the end this isn't a moral exploration, good and bad in general have very blurry meanings in bsd (and in real life). I just wanted to deconstruct this since it's such incredible writing that I almost never see talked about. And it's extrememly important for understanding the latest chapters.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd analysis #bsd character analysis #bsd characters #Akutagawa #bsd akutagawa #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs dazai #dazai #atsushi and akutagawa #bungou stray dogs atsushi #bsd atsushi #bsd the dark era #damn this went longer then i thought it would #honestly i could go on much longer #there is just so much to talk about with these guys

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inlovewithpandora · 2 days ago

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ꕥ — Found Someone Better / Breakthrough

Genre — Chapter Five

Artists — Tonowari x fem!avatar!reader

Lyrics — The clan has caught wind of your relationship with their Olo’eyktan and now their eyes on both of you. When things are going well, something from your past shakes your spirit, so hard that you run into Tonowari’s arms.

Music Advisory — Pre-Atwow, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, kissing, crying, small teacher/student dynamic, pivotal moments, nightmare/bad dream, mention of anxiety, mention of reader’s past, kids are aged down (7-8 yrs old), na’vi language used w/ translations. This a very important chapter to the story, I highly recommend reading it entirely!!

Duration — 7.4k

Words From Artist — A new addition to the series is finally here! Many of you have been waiting for this chapter, ‘how Tonowari finds out about your past life.’ so here you go! I hope y’all enjoy and always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions!

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Iknimaya is only a few weeks away, and you still haven’t succeeded in taming the tsurak. The one skill that’s standing between you and becoming an official member of the Metkayina, the only thing you just can’t seem to master.

Over the months you’ve spent on the island, you’ve proven yourself in every other way; tracking, hunting, diving, and learning the ways of the water. But no matter how many times Tonowari has guided you, offered his best advice, and helped you work through the steps, you still can’t seem to sync with the tsurak the way you need to. It’s frustrating, and every failed attempt has been gnawing at your confidence.

This morning you’re having another training session, trying to master the art of bonding with a tsurak. The massive creature floats lazily in the water, its sleek, grey-blue body glistening in the sunlight. You stand at the shore, your feet sinking slightly into the warm sand as you watch the tsurak, frustration swirling in your chest at how difficult it is to ride without failure.

While you’re trying to mentally prepare yourself, Tonowari’s voice breaks through your thoughts. “y/n, you are too tense. The tsurak can feel your emotion.” You glance over at him, his tall form towering above you as he stands beside you, holding the reins attached to the creature to keep it steady for you. He’s standing in the shallows, his posture relaxed while he easily controls the animal, acting as if it’s as simple as breathing.

He’s patient like he always is, but today there’s a subtle hint of concern in his eyes. He’s been so encouraging, so supportive, but the truth is, you’re running out of time to learn. If you don’t master how to tame the tsurak you won’t be officially considered a member of the clan, meaning you and Tonowari wouldn’t be able to mate before Eywa.

“I just don’t get it.” you admit, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “I’ve done everything you told me to do and I still can’t tame this damn animal.” You sigh, letting out an annoyed groan. “I suck at this.”

Tonowari’s expression softens at your outburst, but he doesn’t look disappointed, just concerned. He steps closer, the water lapping gently around his legs as he places a steady hand on your hip. “You do not suck at this.” he says firmly. “Taming a tsurak is not about strength or skill. It is about trust in the creature, in Eywa, and in yourself.”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling in your throat, understanding what he’s saying but you can’t get over your own feelings. “I’m trying ‘wari, I really am. But every time I get close, it bucks me off like it knows I don’t belong here.”

Tonowari tilts his head slightly, studying your expression for a moment. He can see it, the doubt that’s been growing inside you with every failed attempt and he hates it. He never wants you to doubt yourself because he knows how much you're capable of. “You belong here.” he says softly but with strength, wanting to make sure his statement sticks in your head. “The tsurak does not see doubt or failure. It sees what you carry inside you. If you hold on to fear, it will feel it. If you believe you will fail, the animal will believe it too.”

You look at him, your chest tightening with a mixture of emotions. The fear of not belonging, of losing this life you’ve grown to love, it’s all tangled together and creating a cluster of anxiety in your chest. You know that Tonowari believes in you, that’s clear as day but it doesn’t wash away the fear of failing your iknimaya and disappointing your future mate because you arent strong and skilled enough to tame the powerful creature.

Tonowari steps closer to you, his hand shifting to cup the side of your face gently, his thumb brushing against your cheek while your bodies become only an inch apart. “You have already proven yourself in more ways than I can count. The clan sees it. I see it. You are strong, y/n. Stronger than you realize.”

“But, what if I can’t do it?”

“Then we try again tomorrow and the next day. As many times as it takes for you to master it.”

With his words the weight in your chest lightens, just a little. You take a shaky breath, nodding as his words settle over you like a comforting wave. Even though your confidence is low, having him believing in you is enough for you to muster up some courage to try again. “Okay.” you say, voice steadier than before. “Let’s do it.”

His lips twitch into a small, proud smile as he steps back, allowing you to bond with the animal. The creature watches you both with large, intelligent eyes while its tail moves rapidly within the water. “This time, do not fight for control. Show it who you are. Remember, strong heart.”

You swallow hard, determination stirring in your chest again as you nod your head. With Tonowari’s eyes on you, filled with unwavering belief in your abilities and his encouraging words, you climb onto the tsurak’s back once more, feeling a little more capable of taming it than you did a few moments ago. This time around, you refuse to let fear win and put your best foot forward.

—

The midday sun hangs high in the sky, casting its harsh rays across the ocean’s surface as you make your way towards Tonowari’s marui. A gentle breeze rolls through the village, carrying the scent of salt and damp wood, and in your hand, you clutch the small armband you created earlier when you were weaving with a group of the women within the clan.

It is woven with intricately braided strands of dyed seaweed and softened leather, adorned with a few small carved shells and beads. Since being here you’ve started to learn the specific techniques and patterns to how the Metkayina weave. The Omatikaya style is still engraved in you so you’ve been wanting to try and have the best of both worlds.

When you first started weaving, you didn’t know what the purpose of this armband would be but by the time you finished you made up your mind, you wanted to give it to Tonowari as a gift. The armband isn’t anything extravagant, but it’s something personal. Something that is meant only for him.

You step onto the woven walkway leading to his marui, smiling to yourself as you think about what his reaction will be. When you’re finally in front of his home, you part the entrance flap and step inside, expecting to see him doing some daily chore but when you see what’s taking place, you freeze.

There's a group of warriors standing in the middle of his mauri, their voices low as they converse with their peers and a few talking with the Olo’eyktan himself. Their presence is commanding, filling the space with the sizzled out intensity of a meeting that had only just concluded. The air feels heavy with the weight of discussion, though whatever the topic was, you had clearly missed it.

Heat rushes to your face as you take a step back, gripping the armband tighter, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of all these people. You didn’t mean to interrupt his gathering, in your defense you didn’t even know it was being held. This was his time as a leader, not just Tonowari, the man you have the privilege to call your fiance if you were back on Earth.

You quickly turn on your heels, wanting to slip away before anyone acknowledges your presence. ‘I’ll come back later.’ you think to yourself before slipping the armband into the pouch that rests around your waist.

But before you can leave, his voice finds you. “Wait.” You stop mid-step, shoulders stiffening at the sound of Tonowari’s voice. Slowly, you turn back around, taking a small breath to calm the little jitters you feel before meeting Tonowari where he stands.

He’s in the center of the space, his tall frame imposing as always, but his expression is bright, as if seeing you has lightened his mood. He studies you for a moment, trying to get a read on your emotions before giving a small nod. “The meeting is finished.” He says simply, as if that alone should be enough to ease your nerves but it doesn’t, not when there are multiple pairs of eyes on you.

The warriors don’t immediately leave, but they disperse into their own smaller conversations, murmuring amongst themselves. The air feels less formal now, but your heart still beats just a little too fast as Tonowari steps closer, which he notices so he guides you off to the side to give you both some sense of privacy, and lowering his voice so only you can hear. “Why have you come? Is everything alright?”

You swallow, suddenly aware of how warm the marui feels during the afternoon. You fumble into your pouch and pull out his gift, and before you lose your nerve, you lift it between you. “Everything is just fine. Me and a few women were making jewelry this morning,” you explain, flashing him a small smile. “And I decided to make something for you.”

Tonowari’s expression shifts. A flicker of surprise, a spark of lovingness, and something unspoken in the way his lips part slightly before closing again. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against yours as he takes the armband carefully, inspecting your beautiful craftsmanship.

For a moment, neither of you say anything. The world narrows to just him, the weight of his presence, the warmth of his fingers against your own, how the words being spoken from his lips are the only ones that matter to you. “You made this for me?” he asks, his voice softer than before.

“I know it isn’t much, but I thought… I don’t know. Maybe you’d like it.” Your tone is barely above a whisper while your fingers start fidgeting with the decorative strings of your loincloth, needing your nervous energy to be focused on something other than Tonowari’s potential reaction.

He exhales slowly, eyes tracing over the beads and leather as if he’s memorizing every detail. To him, the piece of jewelry is beautiful. He can tell you worked hard on it and he's always been a fan of your creations. In his eyes this armband is a symbol of your relationship, it shows the clan that he’s connected to you and that’s something he’s always going to wear with pride. “This is perfect, syulang. I love it.”

Hearing those words causes an even brighter smile to appear on your face and a calmness to settle in your spirit. Tonowari asks you to place the armband around his bicep, wanting to wear it immediately and how could you say no to that? While you're tying the strings together, making sure it won’t move, the warriors have begun to take notice of what's brewing between you and their Olo’eyktan.

Whispers swiftly move through the space but it’s nothing malicious or cruel. If anything, the expressions that you notice out of the corner of your eye are warm and accepting. The clan has suspected something was growing between you and Tonowari, and although nothing has yet been publicly declared, your presence here, the way he looks at you, the way he so openly accepts your gift, it is all the confirmation they need to know their leader has found love again.

Tonowari notices the shift in the air as well, but he doesn’t pull away, honestly it makes him pull you closer. He gently and deliberately takes your hand, squeezing it firmly. “Thank you.” he says, his thumb brushing against the back of your palm in a touch so intimate it sends a shiver through you.

A few warriors glance at each other, exchanging quiet, knowing smiles. It has been years since Ronal’s passing. Years Tonowari has been alone without any type of significant other and raising his children as a single father. And now, before them, stands a man who has found something he never thought he would have again. This is the first time in a long time where he can be the man again who knows what it feels like to find that perfect person.

—

It is now that time of day where the clan gathers along the beach for the nightly communal dinner: the cooking fire crackling gently, the smell of roasted fish and freshly gathered fruit lingering in the warm air as families start making their way onto the sand.

You walk alongside Tonowari, with Lo’ak, Ao’nung, and Tsireya just a few feet ahead of the two of you. The kids chatter amongst themselves, their energy never seeming to run out despite the long day of schooling and exploring they had.

As soon as you all step into the heart of the gathering, the children scatter into different directions, Lo’ak and Ao’nung spotting Rotxo and a few other friends near the water’s edge, while Tsireya is quickly pulled into a group of giggling girls, leaving you and Tonowari alone.

When you and him are going to find seating, it feels like the entire clan has their eyes on you. Conversations quiet down, heads turn, and curious gazes linger. The weight of the unspoken question hangs in the air. Everyone has noticed how close the two of you have become and they want answers. The warriors from earlier have received confirmation but the rest of the clan hasn’t so they are watching the two of you like a hawk.

Tonowari, composed as usual, isn’t fazed in the slightest. His large hand gently brushes your lower back, guiding you toward an open space near the fire. You feel a mix of nerves and warmth, you’re not used to being the center of attention like this, but with him beside you, it's easier to handle.

You both sit down together, plates filled with freshly cooked fish, banana fruit, and a selection of vegetables. His knee brushes against yours as you settle in, and you can’t help but smile, secretly loving when his skin comes in contact with yours even in the slightest way.

The two of you eat and talk, laughter bubbling up between bites. He tells you about the antics of the younger hunters when he was observing them earlier and once he’s done you tell him about some of the interesting things you had to deal with in the healer's pod.

For a moment, it feels like nothing else exists, like you and him are in your own little bubble. But then Ralak approaches, his face chiseled with seriousness. The two of them share a quick look and few words, and you can tell whatever Ralak was telling him is important. Tonowari sighs softly, setting his food aside and flipping on his Olo’eyktan switch. “I must go.” he murmurs. “Something with the hunters.”

You nod, understanding. You’ve seen this many times before in your past life, the weight of leadership never rests for too long. “Go,” you say softly. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

He plants a soft kiss on the back of your hand, before rising and and following Ralak into the crowd. The moment he’s gone, you feel the shift, the weight of the clan’s gazes returning to only you. But before you can dwell on it, a familiar voice cuts through the hum of the crowd. “My Eywa, is it true?”

You turn around, and there’s Padma, practically vibrating with excitement, her eyes wide and sparkling. You blink, wondering what she’s talking about since she isn’t being very specific. “Is what true?”

Padma huffs, like you’re being purposely dense and withholding information. “Don’t play dumb. Is it true that you and Tonowari are courting?”

Your stomach twists, heat rising to your cheeks as you realize you’re being put on the spot. ‘Damn, word spreads fast here.’ You say in your head before standing up to close the gap between you. You hesitate only for a second before nodding, your voice quiet but holds plenty of certainty. “Yes. It’s true.”

Padma’s eyes widen further, and she lets out an excited squeal while grabbing your hands, shaking them a little. “Are you serious?! How could you not tell me? I’m your best friend!”

You laugh, her excitement becoming contagious as you shake your head with a smile. “I wanted to, I really did. But, me and Tonowari decided to keep things private until we were ready for people to know.”

“I get it. He’s important to the clan. And you… you’re important to him.” She says, gently squeezing your hands. “I’m so happy for you two. He’s a good man. And after Ronal…” Her voice trails off for a moment, thinking of her Tsahìk and the wonderful woman she was before went to live among Eywa. “He deserves happiness. And you deserve someone who looks at you the way he does.”

“Thank you, Padma.”

She takes a breath, her grin returning full-force, as she starts connecting the dots about a few things. “Wait a second, was he the man you were asking me for advice about months ago?”

You bite your lip, cheeks flushing as you think back to that day and how confused you were about things with Tonowari. “…Yes.”

“What?!” She lets go of your hands and swats your arm playfully, her jaw almost dropping to the floor in disbelief. “You’ve been talking to him since then? And you didn’t tell me?!”

You laugh, swatting her back. “It wasn’t like that at first! Back then I didn’t know it was going to turn into this, I barely even knew if he liked me or not.”

Padma groans dramatically, throwing her hands up, needing a full update on everything that has gone down with you and Tonowari. “I need to know everything, right now.”

You giggle, grabbing her hand and tugging her off to the side, away from the fire, the lingering gazes, and people within an earshot. “Okay, okay! I’ll tell you.”

“Start from the beginning. I want to know how he asked you, what he said, everything. Don’t leave anything out.”

You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face as you begin to tell her everything, from the first lingering glances and interactions, to the quiet moments by the water, to the stolen kisses and late-night talks. As you talk to her, laughter spilling between you, you realize that you’re not afraid anymore. The clan may be watching, but they’re not waiting for you to fail. They’re rooting for you, for him. For both of you.

While you and her are in the thick of your conversation, a few feet away from the communal area and all the loud noise, you hear a strong voice coming towards you.

“What are you two whispering about over here?” You turn to see Tonowari approaching, his expression relaxed but amused as he looks between you and Padma, you and her looking like two teenagers in the middle of a gossip session. Tonowari’s eyes find yours instantly, his gaze softening like it always does when he looks at you, like he doesn’t care that other people are around.

Padma grins, standing up and nudging your shoulder, deciding to leave you two love birds alone and go find her own mate. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’m sure you have plenty to talk about.” She gives Tonowari a quick, respectful nod before heading back towards the crowd of Metkayina.

Tonowari steps closer, sitting down next to you. “What did she corner you about?”

“She wanted to know about us, if the rumors are true.”

“And what did you tell her?”

You smile, reaching for his hand without even thinking. Like a missing piece of a puzzle, his fingers curl around yours easily, like it’s second nature now. “The truth.”

“Good.” His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a feather-light touch that sends warmth swirling through your chest. “Because I don’t want to hide anymore. I want everyone to know.”

“Me too.”

For the first time since this all began, you don’t have to hide how you feel about him anymore and your relationship doesn’t have to be confined to the four walls of your home. Now, it’s just the two of you, standing together and loving each other publicly.

—

The night breeze is warm and salty as the communal dinner winds to a close. Everyone is slowly starting to get ready to go home, including you and your crew. While you and Tonowari are talking about your plans for tomorrow, Lo’ak, Ao’nung, and Tsireya run up to the two of you, wide-eyed and already bubbling with excitement.

“Sempu [daddy], can we have a sleepover, please?!” Tsireya asks, giving her father those pleading eyes that usually help her get whatever her heart desires.

“We’ll be good, I promise!” Lo’ak chimes in, looking between you and Tonowari.

And soon enough, Ao’nung makes their closing statement. “It’s too early to go to sleep anyway.”

You and Tonowari share a glance, wondering if you should allow the kids to spend the night under one roof together. You think it’ll be a great idea, it would give you and him a glance of what things will be like once you and him become mated and merge your lives together officially, sharing a living space.

Tonowari’s eyes meet yours, a quiet conversation passing between the two of you in nothing more than a shared glance. He can already sense your answer, your expression is soft, your stance relaxed. And truthfully, he feels the same. He’s just as excited as you are to see what life would be like with all of you in one place.

He looks back at the three little ones, their faces full of hope and a little too much energy. “Alright,” he says, glancing at you again before looking back at the kids, “but only if you help clean up and actually go to sleep when we say. No staying up past eclipse.”

A chorus of cheers erupts from the trio. Tsireya throws her arms around her father’s waist, showing her appreciation with a hug. “Irayo, sempu! [thank you, daddy!]”

Ao’nung’s grin is smug, arms crossed like he knew this would be the outcome all along, but he’s still celebrating the win. Lo’ak just fist-pumps the air and yells, “Best night ever!”

As they dart off to gather their little trinkets they found in the sand before you leave, Tonowari steps closer to you, his hand finding the curve in your lower back. “They’ll pass out in an hour.” he says under his breath with a smirk. “Two at most.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “You say that now,” you tease, “but we’ll see about that when they’re still whispering and playing around way past their bedtime.”

Tonowari hums in amusement, knowing that you’re probably right. “Even if they do,” he says, voice low and content. “I won’t mind. I like seeing you here… with them… with me.”

Tonight, as you all walk back to Tonowari’s marui, the five of you laughing and talking to one another like a family, not one that’s being held together because two single parents decided to become one, but because of love.

—

The soft hum of the ocean surrounds the marui, waves lapping against the structure, the one thing that helped lull the children to sleep. On the far side of the space, tucked into the kids’ sleeping area, Tsireya is curled up in her netted hammock, Ao’nung sprawled halfway out of his hammock and his blanket barely covering him as usual, and Lo’ak is sleeping soundly on the padded mat you brought from your own marui, his arm loosely clutching the ilu doll Tsireya let him borrow for the night so he’ll be comfortable sleeping over for the first time.

In the darker half of the marui, behind the soft woven curtain, you lay nestled against Tonowari in the private sleeping area. His breathing is slow and steady, his arms coiled protectively around you. Your head rests against his chest, rising and falling with each breath he takes, and your leg is draped gently over his hip.

Nights like this, wrapped in Tonowari arms, his body pressed against yours, makes you feel like the world could never touch you, like nothing can harm you when he’s around. Being in his presence makes the ache of your past not press so sharply against your ribs, you finally feel like you’re getting over the things that hurt you… until the dream begins.

You’re standing in the Home Tree again, the towering forest of the Omatikaya, shadows looming over you with old memories.

You turn, confused, and find yourself standing in the middle of the communal area, not being able to move your feet from the ground. Jake comes out of nowhere and stands before you in his Olo’eyktan clothing, looking at you with a cold expression. Neytiri is right by his side, looking down at you with disappointment.

“You think you can just run away and start a new life?” Jake’s voice is sharp, looking at you as if you did something wrong and distasteful. “You think after what you left behind, after what you did that you deserve peace?”

Neytiri scoffs in agreement, her eyes practically burning with anger as she walks closer to you, wanting you to feel the emotions in her words. “You shame us. You shame Eywa by pretending to be one of them. What are you now? The future mate of a widower? It’s pathetic.”

“You’re just a burden.” Jake says, circling around you like a prey stalking his meal. “Always were. You could never learn how to shut up and be by my side, you always had to run your damn mouth.”

Your stomach turns, heart pounding against your ribs as the crowd begins to grow behind them. It’s full of familiar faces, your children: Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk, Spider but the only difference is that they aren’t the happy children you’ve always known, their eyes are empty, cold even, staring at you like you’re a stranger. Like you were never part of their family.

Neytiri’s mouth twists into a scowl as she points to the children nearby who now have tears running down their little faces, a reflection of how broken they were when Neytiri and Jake had to explain to them that you left and most likely would never come back.

“You abandoned your children, leaving them without their mother for what? So you can run off to be with a man?” Her voice drips with venom, and even though you know it’s not real, that it's your mind turning your old fears into monsters, it still cuts deep.

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head, trying to back away as the shadows of the forest grow darker. “That’s not true. I didn’t— I had to leave. I had to protect Lo’ak. You both wouldn’t stop hurting me—”

“You’re not their Tsahìk, hell, you could barely be Tsakarem [Tsahìk-in-training] here.” Jake interrupts, his malicious laugh hitting your ears, not caring about what you were saying. “How are you gonna lead beside Tonowari and all you can do is cook and clean?”

“Liar, I’m a damn good Tsakarem!”

Neytiri invites herself back into the conversation with a cruel laugh, her tone similar to her husband. “You think Tonowari really loves you? That you’re not just a replacement? Look at you.” She steps closer, tilting her head with that familiar, piercing stare. “You’re not strong like Ronal. Not respected.”

Her words dig into you like poisoned arrows, and the woven beads across your chest suddenly feel heavy, like chains restricting your body. “You think you belong in the reef?” she hisses. “They pity you. That’s all. You’re just some broken forest girl playing house with the sea people. You’ll never be one of them.”

“You’re wrong!” you shout, your tears becoming hot and uncontrollable as your voice starts to crack. “He loves me! The clan accepted me! My life is better now that I’m away from you!”

Jake clicks his tongue in disappointment, shaking his head like he doesn’t believe a word you just said. “Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Neytiri leans in close, her face only inches from yours, leaving you with some final words to ponder on, something she knows will really rattle your mind. “One day, Tonowari will see the truth and when he does? He’ll leave you, just like you left us.”

You bolt up with a strangled gasp, your hand on your chest as it heaves, and your skin damp with sweat. The night air flowing inside the marui is cool against your flushed skin, but it does nothing to soothe the tremble in your hands.

Your eyes move around in the dark, expecting to see towering trees and your ex-mates but instead, there’s only the soft glow of bioluminescence from the ocean and the gentle sound of the tide crashing against the woven structure of Tonowari’s home.

When Tonowari feels the absence of your body curled up next to him, he immediately wakes up from his sleep, trying to figure out what’s going on. Once he sees the state you're in; your body dripping with perspiration, tears clearly in your eyes, and your heart beating as if it’s about to leap out your chest, he can tell something is wrong. “Yawne? [beloved]” His voice is thick with concern, his hand already reaching for you, wanting to help you calm down. “What is it? What happened?”

You shake your head, the panic clutching your ribs like vines, not wanting to say the things that were just vividly playing in your mind. “It was a dream, a stupid dream.”

You try to sound strong like everything is okay but your voice betrays you, and the tears streaming down your face didn’t make things any more believable. They were pouring down quickly, feeling hot against your skin as you use your hands to cover your face, not even wanting to see the sympathetic look Tonowari's giving.

Tonowari gently pries them away, pulling them down just enough for him to see your pretty golden eyes, his face expression filled with worry. “You’re shaking, syulang [flower].” he murmurs, pulling you next to him, not allowing you to just shut down on him. “Talk to me. Whatever it is… I want to know, I want to help.”

You take a shaky breath, tears still coming down. It hurts, opening old wounds you’ve kept hidden since the moment you arrived at the reef. You swore you wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t bring your past here, wouldn’t taint the peace you’ve found with Tonowari but you know that soon you were going to have to tell him everything, so it seems like now is the best possible time to tell him your story, the whole story, not just bits and pieces.

“There’s a lot I haven’t told you.” you finally say, voice slightly hoarse from crying. “Things I didn’t want you to see me differently for.”

Tonowari’s brow bones furrows, wondering what could be so bad that you wouldn’t want to share but he just keeps his arm wrapped around your waist, grounding you with his silence, letting you know that he’s not angry, just waiting for you to get everything off your chest.

“I didn’t just leave the forest,” you begin slowly. “I left a whole life behind. I left a mate. His name is Jake Sully. He’s the Olo’eyktan.” All Na’vi knows the story of Jake Sully, the sky demon who worked his way towards becoming one of the people, eventually becoming a warrior and then a quick rise to Olo’eyktan after showing great leadership when it was time to fight against the RDA.

Tonowari knew you lived among the Omatikaya but he never thought you were the wife of the Olo’eyktan, he’s only ever heard of Jake being mated to Neytiri in all the stories that have crossed the Pandoran seas, never anything about you.

You watch his face for a flicker of judgment, expecting to see a flash of disbelief or disappointment but he just stays neutral, absorbing everything you’re saying, so you take his quietness as an opportunity to continue. “I was the Tsakarem. Neytiri was one as well but she was ranked higher than me since her mother is Tsahìk. I was mated to both of them.”

Tonowari’s eyes widen at that, that piece of information was something he didn’t expect. It’s not uncommon for na’vi to be in polyamorous relationships but it’s rare, something that isn’t seen often. Not only that but hearing you were Tsakarem, it all makes sense now, why you’re so good at healing and things that usually only a Tsahìk would know.

“I had children with them. Kiri, Tuk, Neteyam, and Spider.” You blink, your tears falling freely now, while explaining to him how Lo’ak was biologically yours and the others you raised as if you birthed them yourself. “They don’t know where I am. I didn’t give them a proper goodbye.”

“I stayed longer than I should have, we weren’t even happy anymore, at least they weren’t with me. I was barely even myself anymore. They treated me like I was too emotional and my devotion to them wasn’t enough even though I gave them my all. They abused me, mentally, physically, emotionally… if I wouldn’t have left I would’ve broken down completely. They even treated Lo’ak badly. Jake was too hard on him, treating him different than the other children and Neytiri just encouraged it.”

Your chest tightens, the guilt of speaking these truths out loud threatening to choke you. “I tried to fix it, played the role of being the best wife and mother, and did whatever I could to save the marriage but it was too far gone. One day, I realized Lo’ak would grow up thinking that kind of love was normal, that love has to equal pain and I couldn’t let that happen.”

You lift your gaze to Tonowari’s, voice shaking while you look him in his eyes. “So I left. I took him and ran. I thought if I could just keep me and him safe, that would be enough. That I could eventually get over the pain and move on but it’s clear that I can’t.”

Silence falls like a gentle tide between you. For a moment, you can’t breathe, afraid of what he might say, what he thinks of you now that you’ve revealed the real reason why you came here seeking refuge.

Soon Tonowari leans in, his eyes filled with a deep sense of respect. He’s always respected you, especially with how much you’ve accomplished since you came to the island but now hearing your story, that respect has only grown stronger. “You left everything to protect your son, to protect yourself.”

A tear slips down your cheek, and he quickly brushes it away with a tenderness that makes your heart skip a beat despite the shame you feel brewing in your chest. “I left my children, my babies. I abandoned them, Tonowari.”

“No,” he says firmly, placing his finger under your chin and lifting your head so you can truly hear his words. “You made an impossible choice and you survived. That is not a weakness, y/n. That is the greatest act of strength I have ever heard.”

“But it still hurts.” you whisper, memories of the good times you spent in the forest flooding your mind. “I miss my children. I miss the forest. I miss the clan, all my friends from the lab. I miss being a mother to all of them… and I hate myself for leaving them behind.”

“You are still their mother.” he replies, His thumb traces the curve of your cheek. Then he presses a soft kiss to your temple, lingering there, as if trying to kiss the pain away, piece by piece. “You didn’t stop being that when you left. You just became the kind of mother who protected the child who needed her the most. There is no shame in that.”

You break at that, the sob slipping from your chest before you can catch it. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t hesitate, he just pulls you tighter, wrapping his arms around you like a shield of protection. Being this close to his chest you can feel the silent quiver of his breath, the sheer force of all the emotions he’s feeling. Tonowari is not a man who can be easily shaken, but hearing your story and what you’ve been through stirs a storm inside him.

He can feel tears streaming down your face, the same face he’s come to cherish, the one that lights up with laughter whenever you’re together, now filled with pain so deep it makes his chest ache.

Tonowari wishes he could go back in time and find the younger version of you before your life spiraled into chaos. He wants to shield her from any sort of pain and sadness, he wants to protect from any sort of impurity and treat her the way she deserves. He wants to undo every bruise, every word that made you flinch, every time your ex-mates made you feel small.

He wants to look Jake Sully in the eye and ask him what kind of husband treats their wife that way? What kind of leader could he be if he can’t even show respect to the woman in his life? He wonders how could Jake and Neytiri not see the blessing of having a woman like you? Either way despite how they treated you, he’s glad they messed things up with you because if they didn’t he wouldn’t have the chance to love you properly and treat you like the queen you are. To him they are just skxawngs [idiots] who didn’t deserve you.

You bury your face into the curve of Tonowari’s neck, breathing in his soft scent of the sea and that calms your nerves just a little, just enough to keep speaking without choking on your words or tearing up again. “I didn’t want drag all my drama into your life. We’ve built something beautiful here and I didn’t wanna ruin that with my baggage.”

“When I came here, I just wanted to survive. I didn’t expect to fall for anyone but once I met you all that changed. You were so gentle with me, didn’t ask for anything I wasn’t ready to give or do. You let me just exist and it helped me begin to heal.”

Your thoughts spin like rapid wind, bringing up everything you’ve kept hidden. The exhaustion of carrying everything on your own, fear of judgment, and the guilt that clings to your bones no matter how much you try to forgive yourself. “I’ve been so scared,” you admit. “Scared that once you knew the truth… you wouldn’t want me anymore. That I’d seem too damaged or too much of a mess.”

Your throat tightens and you almost look away, but his hand cups your cheek with such tenderness that it begins to relax you. You meet his eyes and continue, your voice turning softer now, but still holding the same sense of vulnerability. “I thought I had to be perfect to deserve love again, to deserve you, but we’re going to be mated soon and I don’t want to start things off with having secrets. I needed you to know, ‘wari. All of me. Even the parts that aren’t the prettiest.”

Tonowari's eyes soften with something deeper than comfort, admiring you with a sense of awe like he’s falling in love with you all over again. “I do not want you despite your past. I want you, because of everything you’ve endured, everything that’s shaped you. You are braver than anyone I know. Hearing about what you have been through doesn’t make me want to pull away, it makes me want to hold on to you tighter and never let go. No matter what I choose you. I see you, y/n. All of you.”

A small, shaky laugh escapes you, not out of humor, but as a final sense of relief. The weight in your chest finally loosens, unraveling like a knot that’s been cinched for far too long. Out of all your many months here in Aawtulu, all the time you and Tonowari have spent as a couple, this is the first time he’s told you one of the most beautiful phrases in the Na’vi language, “Oel ngati kameie”.

Hearing those words fall from his lips makes your heart want to burst.You’ve heard it before; used in ceremony, greeting a fellow na’vi, exchanged between lovers, but never like this. Never for you. It’s sacred, not just a phrase, but a truth spoken from the depths of his heart.

It means he sees your soul. He doesn’t just see you for your body or your beauty. He sees the damage you’ve endured, the fear in your eyes, and the strength you’ve summoned, and how you’re still capable of opening your heart to him after all you’ve survived. All the parts you tried to keep buried, the pieces you were scared to say out loud, he’s seen every last one of them and he’s still willing to be your mate.

A trembling breath escapes your lips as your eyes search his face, so open and full of devotion it makes your chest ache. You try to keep your composure but the pull toward him is instinctive, like your heart is no longer your own.

You lean forward and kiss him, closing the small gap that was separating you both. It’s soft at first, loving, somewhere between a whisper of thanks and love pressed to his lips but quickly it deepens, your hands gently cupping his face as his arms slide around your waist, his hands slightly gripping your flesh.

The kiss says the things you can’t express verbally: ‘I trust you. I want you. I’m yours.’ Your fingers wander his frame and curl lightly at the base of his neck, pulling him closer as if you two already aren’t pressed against one another. When you finally pull back, your forehead rests against his, noses brushing in the quiet stillness. Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries the same sacred weight as his did.

“Oel ngati kameie, Tonowari.” You see the gentle leader, the fierce protector, the man who holds the broken pieces of you with love instead of fear. Even though you and Tonowari are two different people who have had completely different walks of life before Eywa brought you together, you and him see each other.

Hearing that makes him smile, brushing his thumb against the curves of your skin before guiding you and himself back into bed. The night is quiet as you both get comfortable in his makeshift bed. Once you lay down, Tonowari pulls you into his arms without hesitation, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You tuck yourself against his chest, your ear against his heartbeat, your legs tangling with his. The sound of the waves from outside lull you, blending with the warmth of his embrace. For the first time in what feels like forever, your body doesn’t feel like it’s trembling from within or you have to be on alert. You feel safe, you feel like you can have peace, true peace.

“Rest now, yawne.” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, tightening his grip around you so you’ll feel more secure. “You are safe here. No one can hurt you anymore.”

You melt into Tonowari’s embrace, your body fitting into his like a puzzle piece. His heartbeat is a rhythm your body starts to match: slow, calm, and steady. You don’t fight the softness, you don’t flinch at his love. You just rest, allowing his affection to seep in your soul.

The gentle rocking of the ocean outside, the glow of the bioluminescent flora seeping through the cracks in the marui walls. The night cradles you both in its stillness, there’s no more secrets, no more fear, and no more anxiety from your past. The only thing you feel is Tonowari’s warmth, his quiet protection, and the sacred promise that tomorrow, and every day after that, you won’t face this world alone, that you’ll always have him by your side.

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