#me and my brother applied everywhere

[fullsunstrawberry]

never like trauma dumping on tumblr but this is my only safe place to rant about shit…

[kitnita]

i had not left my apartment since my last non-final class of the semester on wednesday and i think it made me evil. lowkey. i saw PEOPLE in STARS JERSEYS and also DOGS and SMALL CHILDREN and i got a LARGE ICED COFFEE for TWO DOLLARS & FIFTEEN CENTS from 7-11 and felt the sun on my skin and also A PERFECT SPRING-LIKE BREEZE and i feel like 2000x more human and like there's hope in the world again. the rockies just ate shit and lost in their typical fashion because sometimes the universe orchestrates perfect harmonies.

[pucksandpower]

To Hell With Duty

Lewis Hamilton x soulmate!Reader

Summary: you’ve always known that being Princess of the UK means that a soulmate is a luxury you can’t afford … but then you meet your soulmate and decide that some things are worth turning your back on duty for

Warnings: abusive family dynamics

Note: I promised to write something in honor of Lewis’ win and this was born (now I’m tempted to make a soulmate AU series)

The sun blazes overhead as you step out of the sleek black car, your designer heels clicking against the pavement. The roar of engines and the excited chatter of the crowd at Silverstone envelop you, but you can barely hear them over the pounding of your own heart.

“Your Royal Highness, this way please,” a smartly dressed aide gestures towards the paddock area.

You nod, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. As you walk, you absently rub your wrist, feeling the slight raised bumps of your soulmate mark beneath the carefully applied concealer.

“I wish you didn’t have to hide it,” your best friend and lady-in-waiting, Sophie, whispers beside you.

“You know I don’t have a choice,” you murmur back, glancing around to ensure no one overheard.

The memory of your brother’s ordeal flashes through your mind, as vivid and painful as the day it happened ...

“No, please! You can’t do this!” Edward’s anguished cries echoed through the palace halls.

You huddled in your room, hands pressed over your ears, trying to block out the sound. But nothing could drown out your brother’s screams as the royal physician burned away his soulmate tattoo.

Later, when you snuck into his room, you found him curled up on his bed, cradling his bandaged wrist.

“Eddie?” You whispered, your voice small and frightened.

He looked up at you, his eyes red and puffy. “Y/N ... I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

You climbed onto the bed beside him. “Why did they do it? Why can’t you be with your soulmate?”

Edward sighed, pulling you close. “Because we’re royals, little sister. Our marriages are about duty, not love. Soulmates ... they’re a luxury we can’t afford.”

“But that’s not fair!” You protested.

“No, it’s not,” he agreed, his voice hollow. “But it’s the price we pay for our position. Promise me something, Y/N. If you ever find your soulmate ... run. Run far away and don’t look back.”

The memory fades as Sophie gently squeezes your arm, bringing you back to the present.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concern etched on her face.

You take a deep breath, straightening your shoulders. “I’m fine. Let’s get this over with.”

As you make your way through the paddock, you can’t help but feel a twinge of envy at the carefree laughter and excitement around you. Everywhere you look, people are proudly displaying their soulmate tattoos, some comparing them with friends, others stealing glances at strangers, wondering if today might be the day they meet their perfect match.

“Your Royal Highness,” a race official greets you with a bow. “We’re honored to have you here today. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to the VIP area.”

You nod, allowing yourself to be led through the crowded paddock. The official drones on about the day’s schedule, but your mind wanders.

“What do you think your soulmate is like?” Sophie had asked you once, years ago, when you were both giggling teenagers.

“I don’t know,” you had replied, tracing the words on your wrist. “But I hope they’re kind. And funny. Someone who sees me for who I am, not just my title.”

“You’ll find them one day,” Sophie had said confidently. “And when you do, it’ll be magical.”

Now, surrounded by the bustle and excitement of race day, that conversation feels like a lifetime ago. You’ve long since resigned yourself to the fact that you’ll never meet your soulmate. Even if you did, you could never act on it. The risk is too great.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice the figure rounding the corner until it’s too late. You collide with a solid chest, stumbling backward. Strong hands grip your arms, steadying you before you can fall.

You look up, an apology on your lips, and find yourself staring into the most captivating brown eyes you’ve ever seen. Time seems to stand still as you gaze at each other, the world fading away around you.

And then he speaks, his voice low and warm.

“Whoa there, careful Princess. I’ve got you.”

***

Your heart stops as Lewis’ words sink in. They’re an exact match to the tattoo hidden beneath layers of concealer on your wrist. For a moment, you’re frozen, lost in his warm brown eyes, your mind reeling with the implications of what just happened.

Then reality comes crashing down. You can’t do this. You can’t put him in danger. You can’t risk the pain your brother went through.

“I ... I have to go,” you stammer, pulling away from his gentle grip.

Lewis’ brow furrows in confusion. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

But you’re already backing away, panic rising in your chest. “I’m sorry, I can’t ... this isn’t ... I have to leave.”

You turn and run, pushing past startled onlookers, your heart pounding in your ears. Behind you, you hear Lewis call out.

“Princess, wait! Your words ... they’re on my wrist!”

You falter for a moment, his words piercing through your panic. But no, it doesn’t matter. It can’t matter. You keep running.

“Y/N, please!” Lewis’ voice is closer now. He’s chasing after you. “I know you felt it too. We need to talk about this!”

You duck around a corner, trying to lose him in the maze of the paddock. But Lewis is faster, more familiar with the layout. He catches up to you in a quiet area behind one of the garages.

“Princess,” he says, slightly out of breath. “Please, just hear me out.”

You shake your head, tears threatening to spill. “You don’t understand. We can’t do this. My family ... they’ll never allow it. They’ll hurt you, or worse.”

Lewis takes a cautious step closer. “What do you mean? Why would your family hurt me?”

“Because you’re my soulmate!” The words burst out before you can stop them. “And royals aren’t allowed to be with their soulmates. It’s all about duty and arranged marriages. They ... they burned off my brother’s mark when he found his soulmate.”

Lewis’ eyes widen in horror. “That’s barbaric. They can’t do that to you.”

You laugh bitterly. “They’re the royal family. They can do whatever they want.”

“No,” Lewis says firmly. “They can’t. Because I won’t let them.”

You look at him, confused. “What?”

Lewis takes your hand gently, his touch sending sparks through your body. “Y/N, I’m not just British. I’m also a Brazilian citizen. And in Brazil, there are laws protecting soulmates. If we’re truly matched, which I believe we are, you automatically gain Brazilian citizenship too. Your family can’t touch you there.”

Hope flares in your chest, but you quickly squash it down. “It doesn’t matter. They’ll find a way. They always do.”

“Not this time,” Lewis insists. “Look, I have a race to drive soon, but after that, we can fly to Brazil immediately. I’ll keep you safe until then.”

You shake your head. “It’s too dangerous. If they find out ...”

“They won’t,” Lewis promises. “My driver’s room is private and secure. You can hide there until after the race. No one will think to look for you there.”

You hesitate, torn between hope and fear. “I don’t know ...”

Lewis squeezes your hand gently. “I know we just met, but I’ve been waiting my whole life to find you. Please, give us a chance. Let me protect you.”

You look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity there. Slowly, you nod. “Okay. But we have to be careful.”

Relief washes over Lewis’ face. “We will be. Come on, let’s get you somewhere safe.”

He leads you quickly through the paddock, taking care to avoid busy areas. You keep your head down, heart racing every time you pass someone. Finally, you reach a door marked with Lewis’ name.

“Here we are,” he says, ushering you inside. “Lock the door behind me and don’t open it for anyone but me. I’ll knock three times, pause, then twice more. Okay?”

You nod, taking in the small but comfortable room. “Okay. But Lewis, what about your race? You can’t miss it because of me.”

He smiles reassuringly. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll race, and then we’ll leave right after. It’ll be fine.”

“But what if something goes wrong? What if they find me?” The fear creeps back into your voice.

Lewis takes your hands in his, his touch grounding you. “Hey, look at me. Nothing is going to happen to you. I promise. We’re soulmates, remember? That means we’re in this together now.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. “I’m scared.”

“I know,” he says softly. “But you’re also incredibly brave. You’ve lived with this fear your whole life, and you’re still standing. We can do this.”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “We’ve known each other for all of ten minutes and you’re already saying ‘we’?”

Lewis grins. “Well, that’s what happens when you meet your soulmate, I guess. Everything changes in an instant.”

You laugh softly, feeling some of the tension leave your body. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Listen,” Lewis says, his tone turning serious. “I know this is all happening very fast, and I don’t expect you to fall in love with me right away or anything. We’ll take things as slow as you want once we’re safe. But right now, I need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

You look into his eyes, seeing nothing but sincerity and determination. Slowly, you nod. “Yes, I think I can.”

“Good,” Lewis smiles. “Now, I have to go get ready for the race. Remember, three knocks, pause, then two more. Don’t open for anyone else.”

“I won’t,” you promise. “Be careful out there, okay?”

Lewis’ smile widens. “Always am, Princess. I’ll see you soon.”

As he leaves, you lock the door behind him, your heart still racing. You sink onto the small couch, trying to process everything that’s happened in the last hour.

You’ve found your soulmate. After years of hiding your tattoo, of living in fear of it being burned away like your brother’s, you’ve actually met the person whose words are etched on your skin.

And not just any person. Lewis Hamilton. World-famous driver, activist, and fashion icon. You’ve seen him on TV, of course, admired his skill on the track and his passion for social justice. But you never imagined ...

You rub your wrist absently, feeling the slight raised bumps of your mark beneath the concealer. For the first time in years, you allow yourself to hope. Maybe, just maybe, you can have the life you’ve always dreamed of.

But doubt creeps in. What if Lewis is wrong? What if Brazilian citizenship isn’t enough to protect you from your family’s influence? What if they find you before you can leave?

You pace the small room, alternating between hope and fear. The sound of engines revving in the distance tells you the race is about to start. You find yourself holding your breath every time you hear footsteps pass by the door, terrified it might be palace security coming to drag you away.

Time crawls by agonizingly slowly. You try to distract yourself by watching the race on the small TV in the corner, but every time the camera focuses on Lewis’ car, your heart leaps into your throat. You silently urge him to be careful, to finish the race quickly so you can escape.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you hear it. Three knocks, a pause, then two more. You rush to the door, your hand hesitating for just a moment before you unlock it.

Lewis slips inside quickly, closing and locking the door behind him. He’s still in his race suit, his hair damp with sweat.

“Are you okay?” You ask immediately. “How was the race?”

Lewis grins. “I’m fine, and I won. But that’s not important right now. We need to go.”

He grabs a bag from a locker and starts shoving clothes into it. “I’ve arranged for a private jet to take us to São Paulo. We need to leave now, before anyone realizes you’re missing.”

You nod, your heart racing again. “Okay. What do we do?”

“I’ve got some clothing here that might fit you,” Lewis says, pulling out a hoodie and sweatpants. “Put these on over your clothes. We’ll need to be discreet getting to the airport.”

As you change, Lewis continues talking. “Once we’re in Brazil, we’ll be safe. There are strict laws protecting soulmates there. Your family won’t be able to touch you.”

“But what about your career?” You ask, suddenly realizing what he’s giving up. “You can’t just leave everything behind for me.”

Lewis pauses, looking at you intently. “Y/N, you’re my soulmate. That means you’re more important than any career, any amount of fame or money. We’ll figure out the details later, but right now, keeping you safe is all that matters.”

His words make your heart swell. You’ve never had anyone put you first like this before. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Lewis smiles. “Just trust me, okay?”

You nod, feeling a sense of calm settle over you despite the chaotic situation. “I do trust you. Let’s go.”

Lewis takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Ready?”

You take a deep breath, thinking of all you’re leaving behind — your family, your duty, the only life you’ve ever known. But as you look at Lewis, you realize you’re also stepping into a new life. One where you’re free to be yourself, to love who you want, to follow your heart.

“Ready,” you say firmly.

And with that, Lewis opens the door, and together, you step out into your new future.

***

The private jet hums softly as it cuts through the night sky, carrying you away from everything you’ve ever known. You’re curled up against Lewis on the plush leather seat, your head resting on his chest. The steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear is oddly comforting, grounding you in this surreal moment.

Lewis’ arm is wrapped around you, his hand gently stroking your back. With your free hand, you trace the lines of his soulmate tattoo — your first words to him, now etched forever on his skin.

“I still can’t believe this is real,” you murmur, your fingers following the curves of each letter.

Lewis chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through his chest. “I know what you mean. I’ve imagined meeting you so many times, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality.”

You look up at him, a mixture of emotions swirling in your chest. “Weren’t you afraid? When you realized who I was?”

“Afraid?” Lewis considers for a moment. “No, not afraid. Excited, nervous, maybe a little overwhelmed. But not afraid.” He pauses, his expression growing serious. “But you were. You’re still afraid now, aren’t you?”

You nod slowly, dropping your gaze back to his wrist. “I’ve been afraid for so long, I’m not sure I know how to stop.”

Lewis’ hand moves to cup your face gently, encouraging you to look at him again. “Will you tell me about it? Help me understand?”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. “It’s ... it’s not a pleasant story.”

“I’m here,” Lewis says softly. “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together.”

His words, so simple yet so profound, give you the courage to begin. “It started with my brother, Edward. He was always the rebellious one, you know? Always pushing boundaries, questioning traditions. When he found his soulmate, he was over the moon. Her name was Lily, and she was ... she was perfect for him. Kind, funny, passionate about the same causes he was.”

You pause, the memory of your brother’s joy contrasting sharply with what came after. Lewis waits patiently, his presence a comforting anchor.

“For a few months, they managed to keep it a secret. But eventually, someone saw them together. Word got back to our parents and ...” You shudder, remembering that awful day. “They were furious. They gave Edward an ultimatum: give up Lily or give up his place in the line of succession.”

“That’s horrible,” Lewis murmurs, his arm tightening around you.

You nod, continuing, “Edward refused. He said Lily was more important than any throne. So they ... they decided to take matters into their own hands.”

Your voice breaks as you recount what happened next. “They had the royal physician burn off Edward’s soulmate mark. I can still hear his screams echoing through the palace. It was ... it was torture.”

Lewis’ body tenses beneath you, his voice tight with anger when he speaks. “They had no right. How could they do that to their own son?”

“They said it was for the good of the country,” you reply bitterly. “That royals can’t afford the luxury of soulmates. Our marriages are political tools, nothing more.”

“What happened to Edward and Lily?” Lewis asks gently.

You sigh heavily. “Edward was never the same after that. The spark in him just ... died. He does his duty now, makes the appearances he’s supposed to, but it’s like he’s just going through the motions. And Lily ... last I heard, she moved to Australia. I think being anywhere near the UK was too painful for her.”

Lewis is quiet for a moment, processing your words. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Y/N. No wonder you were scared when you realized we were soulmates.”

You nod, feeling the weight of years of fear and secrecy lifting as you share your story. “That’s not even the worst of it,” you admit softly.

Lewis looks at you, concern etched on his face. “There’s more?”

You take another deep breath, steeling yourself for the hardest part of the story. “My father ... he had an older sister. Aunt Margaret. I never met her, but I found out about her a few years ago.”

Lewis listens intently as you continue, “She found her soulmate when she was young, maybe 20 or so. And she refused to give him up, no matter what my grandparents said. They tried everything — threats, bribes, even attempting to arrange another match for her. But Margaret stood firm.”

“She sounds brave,” Lewis comments.

You nod, a sad smile touching your lips. “She was. But bravery wasn’t enough. One night, both Margaret and her soulmate disappeared. The official story was that they’d eloped, run off to start a new life together. But that wasn’t the truth.”

Lewis’ body tenses again, as if bracing for what’s coming. You press on, the words tumbling out now that you’ve started.

“Margaret’s soulmate was ... dealt with. Permanently. And Margaret herself was institutionalized. Locked away in a private facility, hidden from the world.”

“That’s ... that’s monstrous,” Lewis breathes, horror evident in his voice.

You nod, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “When I found out, I couldn’t believe it. I managed to find out where she was being held and I ... I visited her.”

Lewis’ hand resumes its gentle stroking of your back, encouraging you to continue.

“She was ... god, Lewis, she was just a shell. Decades of being locked away, of being separated from her soulmate ... it had broken her. She didn’t even seem to realize I was there.”

A tear escapes, rolling down your cheek. Lewis gently wipes it away with his thumb.

“That’s why I was so scared,” you whisper. “I’ve seen what my family is capable of. What lengths they’ll go to in order to keep up appearances, to maintain their idea of duty.”

Lewis is quiet for a long moment, his arms tightening around you protectively. When he finally speaks, his voice is filled with a mix of anger and determination.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” he says firmly. “What happened to your brother, to your aunt ... it was wrong. Cruel and wrong. But I promise you, I will not let that happen to us.”

You look up at him, seeing the fierce protectiveness in his eyes. “How can you be so sure?”

“Because we’re not alone in this,” Lewis explains. “We have resources they don’t. My citizenship, for one. The laws protecting soulmates in Brazil. And beyond that, we have the power of public opinion.”

You frown, not quite understanding. “What do you mean?”

Lewis shifts slightly, his expression thoughtful. “Think about it. Your family’s power comes from public support, right? What do you think would happen if the world found out they were separating soulmates, institutionalizing people?”

“It would be a scandal,” you realize, your eyes widening.

“Exactly,” Lewis nods. “We’re not helpless. If they try anything, we can fight back. We can tell our story, rally support. The world has changed a lot. People believe in the sanctity of soulmates now more than ever.”

His words spark a tiny flame of hope in your chest. “You really think we could do that?”

“I know we could,” Lewis says confidently. “But more than that, I don’t think we’ll have to. Your family isn’t stupid. They’ll realize the risk isn’t worth it. Especially not with someone as high-profile as me.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that. “Modest, aren’t you?”

Lewis grins, the tension of the moment breaking. “Hey, I’m just stating facts. Seven-time world champion, remember?”

You roll your eyes playfully, but then grow serious again. “Lewis ... thank you. For listening, for understanding. For not running away when you realized how complicated this all is.”

“Hey,” Lewis says softly, tilting your chin up so you’re looking directly into his eyes. “You’re my soulmate. That means we’re in this together, complications and all. I’m not going anywhere.”

His words wash over you, soothing fears you’ve carried for so long. For the first time, you allow yourself to truly believe that maybe, just maybe, you can have this. You can have him.

“So,” you say, a small smile playing on your lips. “What happens now?”

Lewis grins, his eyes twinkling with excitement and possibility. “Now? Now we start our adventure. We land in São Paulo, get your citizenship sorted out, and then ... well, then the world’s our oyster. We can go anywhere, do anything.”

“Anything?” You ask, the concept of such freedom almost dizzying.

“Anything,” Lewis confirms. “We could travel the world. Or we could find a quiet place to settle down if that’s what you prefer. We could work on charitable causes together, or you could pursue whatever dreams you’ve had to put aside because of your royal duties.”

The possibilities swirl in your mind, each one more exciting than the last. “I ... I don’t even know where to start,” you admit.

Lewis chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We don’t have to decide everything right now. We’ve got time. For now, let’s just focus on getting to Brazil safely. We can figure out the rest as we go.”

You nod, settling back against his chest. The steady beat of his heart syncs with the hum of the jet engines, lulling you into a sense of peace you haven’t felt in years.

As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in the safety of your soulmate’s arms, you realize something. For the first time in your life, you’re not afraid of the future. Instead, you’re excited to see what it holds.

Whatever comes next, you’ll face it together. You and Lewis, two halves of a whole, finally united. The journey ahead may be uncertain, but with him by your side, you’re ready for anything.

***

As the private jet touches down on Brazilian soil, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flutters in your stomach. Lewis gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as the plane rolls to a stop.

“Ready?” He asks, his warm brown eyes meeting yours.

You take a deep breath and nod. “As I’ll ever be.”

The cabin door opens, and the humid Brazilian air rushes in. Lewis leads you down the steps, his hand never leaving yours. At the bottom, a tall woman in a crisp suit waits, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun.

“Mr. Hamilton,” she greets with a warm smile, extending her hand. “And Your Royal Highness. Welcome to Brazil. I’m Dr. Raquel Santos from the Department of Soulmate Affairs.”

Lewis shakes her hand. “Dr. Santos, thank you for meeting us on such short notice.”

“Of course,” she replies, turning to you. “Your Highness, it’s an honor.”

You shake her hand, feeling slightly overwhelmed. “Please, just call me Y/N. I ... I’m not sure how much of a royal I am anymore.”

Dr. Santos’ smile softens. “Of course, Y/N. Why don’t we move this conversation somewhere more private? I have a car waiting to take us to a secure location where we can discuss everything in detail.”

You and Lewis follow her to a sleek black car. Once inside, Dr. Santos turns to face you both.

“First and foremost,” she begins, “I want to assure you that you are under the full protection of Brazilian law. As soon as you stepped off that plane, Y/N, you became entitled to all the rights and protections we offer to soulmates.”

“Just like that?” You ask, hardly daring to believe it could be so simple.

Dr. Santos nods. “Just like that. Brazil takes soulmate rights very seriously. We believe that the bond between soulmates is sacred and should be protected at all costs.”

Lewis leans forward, his expression serious. “What exactly does that protection entail? Y/N’s situation is ... complicated.”

“I understand,” Dr. Santos says. “Your assistant filled me in on some of the details during our phone call. Let me break down the key points for you.”

As the car glides through the streets of São Paulo, Dr. Santos begins her explanation.

“First, as the soulmate of a Brazilian citizen, Y/N is immediately eligible for Brazilian citizenship. We can begin the paperwork right away. This will provide an added layer of protection against any attempts at extradition.”

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. “So my family can’t force me to return to the UK?”

“Correct,” Dr. Santos confirms. “Brazil does not recognize any authority over soulmate bonds, not even royal decrees. Your status as a princess is irrelevant in the eyes of our law when it comes to your rights as a soulmate.”

Lewis squeezes your hand, a smile playing on his lips. “See? I told you we’d figure it out.”

Dr. Santos continues, “Furthermore, we have specific laws protecting soulmates from forced separation. Any attempt to interfere with your bond — be it physical separation, coercion, or even attempts to remove or alter your soulmate marks — is considered a serious crime in Brazil.”

You unconsciously rub your wrist where your tattoo is hidden. “What about ... what if they try to claim I’m mentally unfit or something? To try and invalidate my choices?”

Dr. Santos’ expression turns serious. “We’ve seen such tactics used before, unfortunately. That’s why we have safeguards in place. Any claims of mental unfitness would require extensive evaluation by multiple independent Brazilian psychiatrists.”

“And if they try to use their diplomatic influence?” Lewis asks.

“Brazil’s stance on soulmate rights is non-negotiable,” Dr. Santos states firmly. “We’ve stood up to pressure from other nations before, and we won’t hesitate to do so again. Your bond is protected here, regardless of external political pressures.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “This all sounds almost too good to be true.”

Dr. Santos smiles warmly. “I understand your caution, Y/N. But I assure you, these protections are very real and very enforceable. Now, let me explain some of the practical aspects of your situation.”

As the car turns onto a quieter street, Dr. Santos pulls out a tablet. “We’ll need to register your bond officially. This involves a simple verification process — usually just a visual confirmation of a matching font on your soulmate marks. Once registered, you’ll be issued official documentation of your bond status.”

“What does that documentation do?” You ask, leaning forward with interest.

“It serves several purposes,” Dr. Santos explains. “Firstly, it’s legal proof of your bond, which can be used to claim various rights and protections under Brazilian law. It also serves as a form of identification and can be used to expedite your citizenship application.”

Lewis nods thoughtfully. “And what about privacy? Given our high profiles, we’re concerned about information leaks.”

“An excellent question,” Dr. Santos says. “We take privacy very seriously, especially in high-profile cases like yours. All information related to your bond and Y/N’s presence in Brazil will be classified at the highest level. Only a select few government officials will have access to this information.”

You feel a surge of gratitude towards this woman and the country she represents. “Dr. Santos, I can’t thank you enough for all of this.”

She smiles warmly. “It’s my pleasure. Protecting soulmates is not just my job, it’s my passion. Now, let’s discuss some of the support services available to you.”

As the car pulls up to a nondescript building, Dr. Santos continues her explanation. “We offer counseling services specifically tailored for soulmates who have faced separation or threats to their bond. These services are completely confidential and can be invaluable in helping you process your experiences and adjust to your new life.”

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I think ... I think that might be really helpful.”

Lewis wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “We’ll get through this together, love. Whatever you need.”

Dr. Santos leads you into the building and up to a comfortably furnished office. As you all take seats, she pulls out some forms.

“Now, I know this is a lot to take in,” she says gently. “But I’d like to start the official registration process, if you’re ready. The sooner we get this done, the sooner you’ll have legal protection.”

You look at Lewis, who gives you an encouraging nod. “Okay,” you say, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

As Dr. Santos begins to explain the forms, a thought occurs to you. “Dr. Santos, what about Lewis? How will all of this affect his career?”

Dr. Santos smiles. “I’m glad you asked. Mr. Hamilton, as a Brazilian citizen, you have the right to have your soulmate with you wherever your career takes you. We can provide diplomatic assistance to ensure Y/N can travel with you freely, without risk of detention or forced return to the UK.”

Lewis grins, looking relieved. “That’s fantastic news. I was worried I might have to give up racing.”

“Not at all,” Dr. Santos assures him. “We believe that soulmates should support each other’s dreams and ambitions. Our laws are designed to facilitate that.”

As you begin filling out the forms, a sense of surreal calm washes over you. For the first time in your life, you feel truly protected, truly free to be with the person you’re meant to be with.

“There’s one more thing,” Dr. Santos says as you finish the paperwork. “As part of our soulmate protection program, we offer a safe house service. It’s a secure location where you can stay while you adjust to your new situation and decide on your next steps. Would you be interested in that?”

You and Lewis exchange a look. “I think that might be a good idea,” Lewis says. “At least for a little while, until we figure things out. My home here isn’t exactly inconspicuous.”

You nod in agreement. “Yes, please. That sounds perfect.”

Dr. Santos smiles, clearly pleased. “Excellent. I’ll make the arrangements right away. The location is completely confidential and guarded 24/7. You’ll be safe there.”

As she stands to make some calls, you turn to Lewis, feeling overwhelmed by everything that’s happened.

“Lewis,” you say softly, “I can’t believe you’ve done all this for me. You’ve turned your whole life upside down.”

He takes your hands in his, his eyes shining with emotion. “You’re my soulmate. My whole life was leading up to finding you. Everything else? It’s just details we’ll figure out together.”

You lean in, resting your forehead against his. For the first time since you can remember, you feel truly, completely safe. Protected not just by laws and governments, but by the love of the person you were always meant to find.

As Dr. Santos returns to finalize the arrangements, you realize that this isn’t just the end of your old life. It’s the beginning of something new, something wonderful. A life where you’re free to love, free to be yourself, free to explore the bond that fate has given you.

Whatever challenges lie ahead, you know now that you won’t face them alone. You have Lewis, you have the protection of Brazilian law, and most importantly, you have hope. The future, once so terrifying, now shines with possibility.

And as you leave the office hand in hand with Lewis, ready to start your new life together, you can’t help but smile. Because for the first time, you’re not running away from something.

You’re running towards it.

***

The roar of engines and the buzz of excitement fill the air as you stand at the entrance to the Autódromo José Carlos Pace. Your heart pounds in your chest, a mix of nerves and exhilaration coursing through your veins. Lewis’ hand is warm and steady in yours, a constant reminder that you’re not alone.

“Are you ready for this?” Lewis asks, his brown eyes searching yours with concern.

You take a deep breath, squeezing his hand. “As ready as I’ll ever be. It’s time to stop hiding.”

Lewis nods, a proud smile lighting up his face. “That’s my girl. Remember, whatever happens, we’re in this together.”

With one last reassuring squeeze, Lewis leads you into the paddock. The moment you step into view, a hush falls over the nearby crowd. Then, like a wave, whispers and exclamations ripple outward.

“Is that ...”

“It can’t be ...”

“The princess!”

“With Lewis Hamilton?”

Cameras flash in a frenzy, and reporters surge forward, held back only by the security team flanking you and Lewis. You keep your head high, your hand firmly in Lewis’ as you make your way through the paddock.

A brave reporter manages to shout a question over the commotion. “Your Highness! Is it true you’ve been in hiding in Brazil?”

You pause, looking to Lewis. He gives you an encouraging nod. Taking a deep breath, you turn to face the press.

“Yes, it’s true,” you say, your voice steady despite your nerves. “I’ve been in Brazil for the past few months, under the protection of the Brazilian government.”

The questions come rapid-fire after that.

“Why did you leave the UK?”

“Are you and Lewis Hamilton really soulmates?”

“What does the royal family have to say about this?”

Lewis steps forward, his arm protectively around your waist. “We’ll be holding a press conference later to address all your questions. For now, we ask for your patience and understanding as we prepare for the race.”

As you continue through the paddock, you can’t help but think back on the tumultuous months that led to this moment ...

The first few weeks in Brazil had been a whirlwind of paperwork, security briefings, and adjusting to your new reality. You and Lewis had stayed in the safe house provided by the Brazilian government, venturing out only when necessary and always under heavy guard.

One morning, about a month into your stay, Dr. Santos had arrived with a grim expression.

“We’ve intercepted some concerning communications,” she had said, her usual calm demeanor tinged with worry. “It seems the British royal family has intensified their search for you, Y/N. They’re making threats.”

You had felt your heart drop. “What kind of threats?”

Dr. Santos had hesitated before answering. “They’re threatening to use their diplomatic influence to pressure Brazil into returning you. They’re also ... they’re suggesting that you might be mentally unfit, that you’ve been coerced or manipulated.”

Lewis had immediately pulled you close, his jaw clenched in anger. “They can’t do that. We won’t let them.”

“And we won’t,” Dr. Santos had assured you both. “Our stance on soulmate rights is non-negotiable. But I want you to be prepared. This might get ugly.”

And it had. Over the next few months, your family had tried everything. Diplomatic pressure, media manipulation, even attempts to infiltrate Brazilian government systems to locate you. But Brazil had stood firm, and you had remained safe.

A commotion near the Mercedes garage snaps you back to the present. You see a group of men in dark suits pushing their way through the crowd, their expressions grim and determined. Your blood runs cold as you recognize one of them — your father’s head of security.

“Lewis,” you whisper urgently, “they’re here.”

Lewis’ arm tightens around you as he quickly assesses the situation. “Stay calm. Remember the plan.”

As the men approach, the lead one steps forward, his voice loud and authoritative. “Your Royal Highness, by order of His Majesty the King, you are to return to the United Kingdom immediately.”

You feel all eyes on you, the paddock having gone deathly quiet. Taking a deep breath, you step forward, your voice clear and steady. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible. I am here of my own free will, protected by Brazilian law as the soulmate of a Brazilian citizen.”

The man’s expression hardens. “Your Highness, please don’t make this difficult. Your family is concerned for your well-being. They believe you may have been coerced or manipulated-”

“The only manipulation here,” Lewis interrupts, his voice sharp, “is coming from those who would separate soulmates for political gain.”

Just then, Dr. Santos appears, flanked by Brazilian officials. “Gentlemen,” she says coolly to the British security team, “I’m afraid you’re overstepping. Y/N is under the protection of the Brazilian government. Any attempt to remove her against her will would be considered means for an international incident.”

The head of security sputters, clearly not having expected this level of resistance. “This is a family matter-”

“No,” you interject, your voice stronger now. “This is a matter of human rights. The right to be with one’s soulmate. A right that Brazil recognizes and protects.”

Dr. Santos nods approvingly. “Furthermore, any claims of mental unfitness have been thoroughly disproven by independent psychiatric evaluation. Y/N is here of her own free will, in full possession of her faculties.”

The security team looks at each other uncertainly, clearly realizing they’re outmatched. The lead man makes one last attempt. “Your Highness, please. Your family misses you. They want you to come home.”

For a moment, you feel a pang of sadness for the life you left behind. But then you feel Lewis’ steady presence beside you, and you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

“I am home,” you say softly but firmly. “My home is with my soulmate, wherever that may be.”

The man opens his mouth to argue further, but Dr. Santos cuts him off. “Gentlemen, I believe it’s time for you to leave. Unless you’d like us to involve the authorities?”

Realizing they’re defeated, the security team begins to retreat. As they leave, you hear murmurs of admiration and support from the crowd that has gathered to watch the confrontation.

Lewis pulls you into a tight embrace. “You were amazing,” he whispers in your ear. “I’m so proud of you.”

As you pull back, you see reporters clamoring for comments, their cameras flashing incessantly. Dr. Santos steps forward to address them.

“A full press conference will be held later today,” she announces. “For now, I can confirm that Y/N, formally known as Her Royal Highness, is here legally and of her own free will as the soulmate of Lewis Hamilton. She is under the full protection of Brazilian law, and any attempts to interfere with their bond will be met with the full force of our legal system.”

As Dr. Santos continues to field questions, Lewis turns to you. “Are you okay?” He asks softly, his eyes searching yours.

You nod, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “I’m more than okay. For the first time, I feel ... free.”

Lewis grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because we’ve got a race to win.”

As you make your way to the Mercedes garage, you’re overwhelmed by the support you receive. Team members, other drivers, and even fans call out words of encouragement.

“We’ve got your back, Y/N!”

“Love wins!”

“You show ‘em, Lewis!”

Inside the garage, the team greets you warmly. Toto approaches with a smile.

“Y/N, Lewis,” he says, shaking both your hands. “That was quite an entrance. Are you sure you’re up for all this today?”

You nod firmly. “Absolutely. It’s time to show the world that love doesn’t make you weak. It makes you stronger.”

Lewis beams at your words. “Couldn’t have said it better myself. Now, let’s go win this race, yeah?”

As Lewis begins his pre-race preparations, you find a quiet corner to collect your thoughts. The events of the past few months flash through your mind — the fear, the uncertainty, but also the overwhelming love and support you’ve received.

You think about your family, about the life you left behind. There’s sadness there, but no regret. You’ve found something more precious than any crown — the freedom to love, to be yourself, to follow your heart.

A gentle hand on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts. You look up to see Lewis, now in his race suit, his helmet tucked under his arm.

“Penny for your thoughts?” He asks softly.

You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Just thinking about how lucky I am. How grateful I am for you, for Brazil, for everyone who’s supported us.”

Lewis leans into your touch, his eyes shining with emotion. “We’re the lucky ones, Y/N. To have found each other, to have this chance at happiness. And I promise you, I’ll spend every day making sure you never regret your choice.”

You stand, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I could never regret choosing you. You’re my soulmate, my home, my everything.”

As you lean in for a kiss, the garage erupts in cheers and whistles. You break apart, laughing, to see the entire team watching with grins on their faces.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Toto calls out good-naturedly. “Save it for after the race. Lewis, you’ve got a championship to chase.”

Lewis gives you one last quick kiss before pulling on his helmet. “Watch me fly, Princess,” he says with a wink.

As he heads out to the track, you take your place in the garage, surrounded by your new family — the team that has embraced you without question. You feel a sense of belonging, of purpose, that you’ve never experienced before.

The roar of engines fills the air as the race begins. You watch Lewis navigate the track with precision and skill, your heart swelling with pride and love. This is your life now — the excitement of race day, the thrill of competition, but most importantly, the joy of being with your soulmate.

As Lewis crosses the finish line in first place, the garage erupts in celebration. You rush out to meet him in parc fermé, not caring about protocol or propriety. Lewis sweeps you up in his arms, spinning you around as the crowd cheers.

In that moment, with the sun shining down and the sound of celebration all around, you know that you’ve made the right choice. This is where you belong — by Lewis’ side, free to love and be loved, ready to face whatever challenges come your way.

Together.

***

The familiar scent of motor oil and rubber fills the air as you step onto British soil for the first time in over a year. Silverstone buzzes with excitement, but you can’t shake the nervous energy coursing through your veins. Lewis’ hand finds yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You okay?” He asks softly, his eyes searching yours with concern.

You take a deep breath, nodding. “I think so. It’s just ... strange being back.”

Lewis pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Remember, you’re not alone. We’ve got security everywhere, and I’m right here with you.”

As if on cue, the head of your security team, a tall, no-nonsense woman named Maria, approaches. “Everything’s clear, Ms. Y/N. We’ve swept the entire area and have eyes on all entry points.”

You smile gratefully at her. “Thank you, Maria. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Maria’s stern expression softens slightly. “Just doing our job, ma’am. Your safety is our top priority.”

As you make your way through the paddock, you can’t help but notice the stares and whispers that follow you. Some are curious, others admiring, and a few ... less than friendly. But your security team forms a protective barrier around you and Lewis, keeping any potential trouble at bay.

“Y/N! Lewis!” A familiar voice calls out. You turn to see Fred Vasseur approaching, a warm smile on his face. “Welcome back to Silverstone. How are you holding up?”

“It’s ... intense,” you admit. “But I’m glad to be here, supporting Lewis.”

Fred nods understandingly. “Well, you’ve got the whole team behind you. Anyone gives you trouble, they’ll have to answer to all of Ferrari.”

As you continue through the paddock, greeting team members and other drivers, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. Not just by the curious onlookers, but by someone ... familiar.

That’s when you see him. Standing near the VIP area, looking as regal and composed as ever, is your brother.

Your heart skips a beat. You haven’t seen Edward since that fateful day you ran away. Lewis, sensing your tension, follows your gaze.

“Is that ...” he asks quietly.

You nod, unable to find words. Lewis turns to Maria. “Can you make sure we have a private moment?”

Maria nods, already signaling to her team. Within moments, they’ve created a small bubble of privacy around you and Edward.

Edward approaches slowly, his expression unreadable. For a moment, you both just stand there, years of unspoken words hanging between you.

Then, to your surprise, Edward’s composure cracks. His eyes fill with tears as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Y/N,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You cling to him, your own tears falling freely. “Eddie ... I’m so sorry I left without saying goodbye. I just ... I couldn’t ...”

Edward pulls back, holding you at arm’s length. His eyes roam your face, as if memorizing every detail. “Don’t apologize. Not ever. What you did ... Y/N, I am so incredibly proud of you.”

His words catch you off guard. “Proud? But I abandoned the family, my duties ...”

Edward shakes his head firmly. “You chose love. You chose happiness. You did what I was too weak to do.”

You glance at Lewis, who’s standing a respectful distance away, giving you this moment with your brother. “Edward, this is Lewis. My soulmate.”

Edward extends his hand to Lewis. “It’s an honor to meet you, Lewis. Thank you for protecting my sister and giving her the happiness she deserves.”

Lewis shakes his hand, his expression sincere. “The honor is mine, Your Highness. Y/N is the bravest, most amazing person I know. I’m just lucky to be part of her life.”

Edward’s smile is tinged with sadness. “Please, call me Edward. And you’re right, she is amazing. Always has been.”

You look at your brother closely, noticing the lines of stress around his eyes, the slight slump in his shoulders. “Eddie ... how are you? Really?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s ... not easy. The family is in turmoil after your departure. Father is furious, Mother is heartbroken, and I’m ... well, I’m trying to hold it all together.”

“And Lily?” You ask softly, referring to Edward’s soulmate. “Have you heard from her?”

Edward’s expression clouds over. “No. Not since ... not since that day.”

You take your brother’s hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s not too late, you know. You could still reach out to her.”

Edward laughs bitterly. “And say what? ‘Sorry I let them burn off my soulmate mark and married someone else. Want to grab coffee?’”

Lewis steps forward, his voice gentle but firm. “With all due respect, Your High- Edward, it’s never too late. The bond between soulmates ... it’s not something that can be erased, no matter what’s done to the physical mark.”

Edward looks at Lewis, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “You really believe that?”

Lewis nods. “I do. Y/N and I found each other against all odds. Who’s to say you and Lily can’t do the same?”

You squeeze Edward’s hand again. “Eddie, you deserve to be happy. You deserve love. It’s not too late to choose yourself, to choose love.”

Edward looks torn, glancing around at the crowds, the cameras, the weight of expectation that’s always surrounded you both. “But the family ...”

“Will still be there,” you say softly. “But you’ll be facing them as your true self, with your soulmate by your side. It makes all the difference, trust me.”

Your brother is quiet for a long moment, clearly wrestling with years of ingrained duty and expectation. Finally, he looks up, a new determination in his eyes.

“You’re right,” he says, his voice growing stronger. “You’re absolutely right. I’ve spent too long living for everyone else. It’s time I lived for myself.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. “Does this mean ...”

Edward nods, a mix of fear and excitement in his eyes. “I’m going to do it. I’m going to find Lily. I’m going to make things right.”

You throw your arms around your brother, hugging him tightly. “I’m so proud of you, Eddie. And I’ll be here for you, every step of the way.”

As you pull back, you see tears in Edward’s eyes, but also a lightness that you haven’t seen in years. “Thank you. For showing me that it’s possible to choose love. For being brave enough to pave the way.”

Lewis steps forward, placing a hand on Edward’s shoulder. “If you need any help — legal advice, security, anything — just say the word. You’re family now.”

Edward looks at Lewis gratefully. “Thank you. I might just take you up on that.”

Just then, Maria approaches discreetly. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we need to move. The press is getting restless.”

You nod, turning back to Edward. “Will you be okay?”

He takes a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. “I will be. For the first time in a long time, I think I really will be.”

As you prepare to part ways, Edward pulls you in for one last hug. “I love you, little sister. Thank you for reminding me what’s truly important.”

“I love you too, Eddie,” you whisper back. “Go find your happiness. You deserve it.”

With one last squeeze, Edward steps back. As he walks away, you see him pull out his phone, a look of determination on his face. You have a feeling you know exactly who he’s about to call.

Lewis wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You okay, love?”

You nod, wiping away a stray tear. “More than okay. I feel ... hopeful. For Eddie, for us, for everything.”

As you make your way back through the paddock, you’re struck by how different everything feels. The stares don’t bother you as much, the whispers fade into background noise. You’re exactly where you’re meant to be, with the person you’re meant to be with.

“You know,” Lewis says as you reach the Ferrari garage, “I think I’m going to win this race.”

You raise an eyebrow, a smile playing on your lips. “Oh? And what makes you so sure?”

Lewis grins, pulling you close. “Because I’ve got my lucky charm by my side. How can I lose?”

You laugh, the sound light and free. “Well, in that case, you’d better not disappoint. I expect nothing less than a victory, Sir Hamilton.”

As Lewis leans in for a kiss, you’re vaguely aware of cameras flashing and people cheering. But none of that matters. What matters is this moment, this love, this life you’ve chosen.

You think back to a year ago, when you were terrified of finding your soulmate, of the consequences it would bring. Now, standing here at Silverstone, with Lewis by your side and the hope of your brother finding his own happiness, you realize that choosing love wasn’t just the brave choice.

It was the only choice.

As Lewis heads off to prepare for the race, you take your place in the garage. The roar of engines fills the air, and you feel a surge of excitement.

This is your life now. Supporting Lewis, championing love, and showing the world that sometimes, the greatest act of duty is being true to yourself.

As the race begins, you watch Lewis tear around the track, your heart swelling with pride and love. You may not wear a tiara anymore, but you’ve gained something far more precious — the freedom to love, to choose, to be yourself.

And as the chequered flag waves and Lewis crosses the finish line in first place, you know that this victory isn’t just his.

It’s yours. It’s Edward’s. It’s everyone who’s ever had the courage to choose love over duty, happiness over expectation.

As you rush to congratulate Lewis, wrapped in his arms as the crowd cheers, you know that this is just the beginning. There will be challenges ahead, obstacles to overcome. But with love by your side and the strength to be true to yourself, you’re ready to face whatever comes.

Because in the end, love always wins. And you? You’re living proof of that.

***

The warm Brazilian sun streams through the windows of the spacious beachfront home, filling the living room with a golden glow. The sound of children’s laughter mingles with the distant crash of waves, creating a symphony of domestic bliss.

You’re seated on the plush carpet, surrounded by an array of colorful toys. Your three-year-old daughter, Emilia, is busily stacking blocks, her little face scrunched in concentration. Across from you, Edward is attempting to wrangle his own two-year-old son, James, who seems more interested in knocking down Emilia’s creations than building his own.

“James, darling, let’s build our own tower, shall we?” Edward coaxes gently, redirecting his son’s attention.

You can’t help but smile at the scene. Five years ago, you never could have imagined this — you and Edward, raising your children together, free from the constraints of royal duty.

The sound of a door opening draws your attention. Lewis walks in, his arms full of grocery bags, closely followed by Lily.

“We come bearing snacks!” Lewis announces with a grin.

Emilia’s head snaps up at the sight of her favorite person. “Daddy!” She squeals, abandoning her blocks and running to Lewis.

Lewis sets down the bags just in time to scoop up his daughter, peppering her face with kisses. “Hello, my little racer. Have you been good for Mummy?”

Emilia nods enthusiastically. “I builded a big tower!”

“Built, sweetheart,” you correct gently, getting to your feet. “And it was a very impressive tower indeed.”

Lewis sets Emilia down and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “And how’s my other favorite girl doing?”

You smile, leaning into his embrace. “Better now that you’re home. How was the market?”

“Busy,” Lily chimes in, setting down her own bags. “But we managed to get everything on the list, plus a few extras.”

Edward stands, hoisting James onto his hip. “Extras, you say? Let me guess — more of those brigadeiros that you’re definitely not addicted to, right, love?”

Lily’s cheeks flush slightly as she laughs. “I plead the fifth. This baby wants what it wants.”

Your eyes light up at the reminder. Lily is five months pregnant with their second child, and you’re all buzzing with excitement.

“Speaking of the baby,” you say, moving to help unpack the groceries, “have you two decided if you’re going to find out the gender?”

Edward and Lily exchange a look. “We’re still debating,” Edward admits. “Part of me wants to know, but there’s also something nice about the surprise.”

Lewis chuckles, joining you in the kitchen. “I remember that debate. Though if I recall correctly, someone couldn’t handle the suspense and made me call the doctor at two in the morning to find out.”

You playfully swat his arm. “Hey, you were just as curious as I was!”

As you all work together to put away the groceries and prepare snacks for the kids, you’re struck by how natural this all feels. The easy banter, the shared responsibilities, the love that permeates every interaction. It’s a far cry from the rigid formality of your royal upbringing.

“You know,” Edward says, as if reading your thoughts, “sometimes I still can’t believe this is our life now.”

You nod, understanding completely. “I know what you mean. It’s so different from what we always thought our futures would be.”

Lily comes up behind Edward, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Different, but better, right?”

Edward turns, pulling her close. “Infinitely better. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

As you watch your brother with his soulmate, you feel a wave of happiness and gratitude wash over you. It hadn’t been easy for Edward to follow in your footsteps, to give up his place in the line of succession and choose love over duty. But seeing him now, so relaxed and genuinely happy, you know it was worth every struggle.

“Earth to Y/N,” Lewis’ voice breaks through your reverie. “Where’d you go just now?”

You smile, shaking your head. “Just thinking about how far we’ve all come. How different things could have been.”

Lewis nods, understanding in his eyes. “Do you ever regret it? Giving up your title, your life in England?”

You don’t hesitate for a second. “Never. This life, with you, with our family — it’s more than I ever dreamed possible.”

A sudden crash from the living room interrupts the moment. You all rush in to find James standing triumphantly atop a mountain of scattered blocks, while Emilia looks on in horror.

“James Edward Henry Albert Windsor!” Lily exclaims, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement. “What have we said about destroying other people’s creations?”

James, looking not at all repentant, grins widely. “I king of the castle!”

Edward struggles to keep a straight face as he lifts his son off the block mountain. “Yes, well, kings should be builders, not destroyers. Let’s clean this up and then we can all build a castle together, okay?”

As you all pitch in to help clean up the blocks, Emilia tugs on your sleeve. “Mummy, will James be a real king someday?”

The question catches you off guard. You exchange a look with Edward, unsure how to explain the complicated reality of your family’s situation.

Lewis kneels down next to Emilia, his voice gentle. “No, sweetheart. James won’t be a king and you won’t be a princess. But that’s okay, because you get to be something even better.”

Emilia’s eyes widen with curiosity. “What’s that, Daddy?”

Lewis smiles, pulling her into a hug. “You get to be yourself. You get to choose who you want to be and what you want to do with your life. And that’s much more special.”

You feel tears prick at your eyes, overwhelmed by the simple beauty of Lewis’ words. This is why you left, why you chose this life. So that your children could have the freedom you and Edward never had growing up.

As the afternoon wears on, you all migrate to the back patio. The kids play in the sand under the watchful eyes of their parents, while you, Lewis, Edward, and Lily relax on the comfortable outdoor furniture.

“So,” Lily says, her hand resting on her growing belly, “have you two given any thought to expanding your own family?”

You and Lewis share a knowing look. “Actually,” you say, unable to keep the excitement from your voice, “we’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.”

Edward raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Do tell, little sister.”

Lewis takes your hand, giving it a squeeze. “We’re thinking of adopting. There are so many children out there who need loving homes, and we have more than enough love to give.”

“That’s wonderful!” Lily exclaims, her eyes shining. “Oh, Emilia would love a little brother or sister.”

You nod, watching your daughter play. “We think so too. We’re just starting the process, but it feels right.”

Edward leans forward, his expression serious. “Have you thought about how this might affect things back in England? The press ...”

You sigh, having expected this question. “We have. And honestly, we’ve decided that it doesn’t matter what they think. This is our life, our family. We’re not going to let fear of judgment or outdated institutions dictate our choices anymore.”

Lewis nods in agreement. “We’ve already faced the worst they could throw at us. We came out stronger. Whatever comes next, we can handle it together.”

Edward’s serious expression melts into a proud smile. “You’re right, of course. I’m sorry, old habits die hard I suppose. I’m thrilled for you both, truly.”

As the conversation flows, touching on everything from potential names for Lily and Edward’s baby to Lewis’ upcoming ambassador campaign, you’re struck by how perfectly imperfect this life is. It’s messy and chaotic at times, full of unexpected challenges and joy in equal measure. But it’s real, and it’s yours.

The sun begins to set, painting the sky in brilliant shades of orange and pink. James and Emilia, tired from their day of play, curl up in their fathers’ laps. As you watch your brother gently stroke his son’s hair, you remember a conversation from years ago.

“Eddie,” you say softly, “do you remember what you told me the day they ... the day they burned off your soulmate mark?”

Edward looks up, his eyes clouding with the memory. “I told you that if you ever found your soulmate, you should run. Run far away and don’t look back.”

You nod, feeling Lewis’ arm tighten around you. “I’m so glad I took your advice. And I’m even more glad that you eventually followed it too.”

Edward smiles, looking down at James and then over at Lily. “So am I, Y/N. So am I.”

As the evening draws in, you all move inside. The kids are put to bed, their excited chatter about building sandcastles and racing cars fading into peaceful sleep. You, Lewis, Edward, and Lily settle in the living room, glasses of wine in hand (sparkling juice for Lily).

“A toast,” Lewis proposes, raising his glass. “To family, to love, and to the courage to choose our own path.”

“To freedom,” Edward adds, his eyes shining with emotion.

“To second chances,” Lily chimes in, her hand resting on her belly.

You raise your own glass, feeling a swell of emotion. “To us. All of us. And to the beautiful, chaotic, perfectly imperfect life we’ve built together.”

As you clink glasses, you catch Lewis’ eye. In that moment, you’re transported back to that day at Silverstone, when you first ran into each other. The fear, the excitement, the life-changing decision you made in an instant.

You wouldn’t change a thing.

As the night wears on and conversation flows freely, you realize that this — this warmth, this love, this freedom — this is what happily ever after really looks like. It’s not a fairy tale ending, but a beginning. A beginning of a life filled with love, choice, and the joy of being truly yourself.

And as you curl up in bed that night, Lewis’ arms around you and the sound of the ocean in the distance, you know that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

Your family’s story is still being written. And you can’t wait to see what the next chapter brings.

[barblaz-arts]

You know nothing about the situation, mayeb you should come to gaza and see how they treat lgbtq+ members?

How fucking dare you.

When I say nothing excuses genocide, I mean nothing. I don't give a shit if homophobia is rampant there. Children and so many more are DYING. How can you not grasp that?

Homophobia exists everywhere, but it is not in everyone. Generalizing a whole population for the discrimination of a certain demographic is irresponsible and close minded. Those children that are crying for their dead mothers did not call us slurs. Those premature babies that by now have died because there's nothing to power their incubators didn't do shit to us. Even if they did? NOBODY deserves this.

And what of the victims of that discrimination? Our queer brothers and sisters who feared to love openly now no longer having the chance to love at all?

If you care so much about the state of the queer people in Palestine then why are you leaving them to die as well? Because that's not what you care about. Because that sympathy and solidarity only applies to those you deem human enough, right? The rest is abandoned.

Don't you dare justify your bloodlust by mentioning this community. Say with your whole chest how you really feel. And do that without the veil of anonymity. The Zionist Israeli in my comments and DMs on Instagram at the very least cussed me out to my face. Let everyone know who you are and what you truly stand for. Unless you are ashamed. Because you should be and you better be.

[foldingfittedsheets]

You wouldn’t blame a crowbar for an act of destruction, you would blame the wielder. For this reason I can’t be held responsible for what happened to my friend Charlie’s bed. I was merely a tool that force was applied through.

It happened like this: Brendan, Charlie, and I decided to have a late night movie viewing at Charlie’s house. We watched The Hogfather and Groundhogs day and we stayed up until 4am. Then we were all too tired to drive home and crashed. I got the bed and the boys took the floor.

Four hours later, Charlie’s parents woke up. They learned that Charlie had people over. They. Were. Furious. Because unbeknownst to us it turned out they had swine flu. Charlie should had been quarantining not bringing people to his plague house. They ordered Charlie to kick us out that very moment.

Charlie came to rouse us. I am… not at my best in the morning hours. Four hours of sleep did not leave my disposition gruntled. Charlie began trying to rouse me to pretty much no avail. He pulled the covers off, shook me, tried to take my pillow, but I was a tiny ball of sleepy vicious rage. When he shook me I’m pretty sure I bit him.

I should be clear, I wasn’t really awake. A baseline function was taking place but no real actual thought. I was piloting on pure instinct and the instinct was: need more sleep. Charlie tried everything while Brendan watched in bemusement.

Finally Charlie got the idea that if he physically lifted me out of bed I’d go. He managed to get his hands under my arms and start dragging me off the bed.

Two things happened very quickly. My toes wrapped around the top of the railing to his bed frame, and I went limp everywhere else. Charlie staggered and almost dropped me, because holding a floppy corpse body is much harder than a tensed one, a fact I had learned from many roughhousing attacks by my brother.

He swore and then gamely started trying to drag me backward, thinking it would be easy to dislodge my toes from the bed frame. It was not. I’ve mentioned before that my toes are strong, but Charlie was flabbergasted that their grip on the bed was so strong that he couldn’t drag me away.

I was going on pure stubborn instinct. I did not want to leave the bed. Charlie was fully committed that a 90lb gremlin wasn’t going to beat him in a contest of strength with only her toes. So he pulled. And I held on.

Both of us were shocked when there was a tortured shriek of wood and something in the bed frame cracked. It was loud enough that I actually woke up. The rest of my brain surfaced in confusion to join the lizard brain whose only goal had been not to leave the bed.

I released my toes and took my own weight and Charlie and I stared at the bed.

“You ripped the railing off!”

“Well, no, you ripped the railing off, I was just the tool. If you hadn’t been pulling on me-“

“If you had just let go! What is up with your feet?!”

We griped as I readied myself to leave his plague house, joining his parents in being mad that Charlie hadn’t told us they were sick. I drove home to sleep more.

Over the years of our friendship Charlie still maintained that I broke the bed. I disagreed and think I was only the tool by which he broke the bed. Only you can decide who bears the most sin, the dragger or the dragee.

[nor-4]

So I have an Oscar request. So this is when Monse and Cesar were hooking up. Monse sees the reader leaving the house, and she thinks she is hooking up with Cesar. But the reader is actually dating Oscar.

Thank you

Author's note: AAHH I LOVE THIS!!

Tags: DRAMA, Profanity, Cesar couldn't get things out of his mouth.

"Oscar baby I'm gonna go get groceries, do you need anything?" You asked looking at the mirror as you apply your lippie pouting yours lips and making a pop sound to perfect the look as you admire your self in the mirror with your purse.

"Nahh.. Do you want me to come with you?" Oscar replied as he trailed at your back placing a hand on your waist also admiring you, everyone know that your hands are now wrapped on oscar.

They can see how he follows you around like a lost dog, "I can manage." You muttered as you turn around to face him after placing your purse on the table before wrapping your arms on the back of his neck.

"God amore, you are so gorgeous.." Oscar whispered cheekly before kissing your neck as his arms finds it's way to wrap around your waist, "Oh trust me I know."

You take your time giggling as you pressed a kiss on his cheeks after he pulled away from your neck, the shine and pigment from your lips transferred on his skin leaving a kiss mark that you know he will parade everywhere once he got out of the house. "Okay now I have to go, I'm gonna cook us dinner after I got home." You addressed as both of you pulled away from each other before kissing him one last time.

"Take care mi reina.." Oscar bid as you stepped out the house waving him a bye before completely leaving and driving away from the house.

Monse's heart raced after seeing the scene from behind the curtain of the house, all the enjoyment she has from earlier was all washed away after seeing the kissing figure. The girl stepped out of the house who looks nothing like monse and nothing like how she styles.

Cesar from inside the house saw monse's reaction from outside, he knew what she saw and what she is thinking right now. He gathered himself up before running out of the house, breathlessly looking at monse who is now at the step of the house.

"Who is she?.." Monse muttered looking cesar eye to eye gritting her teeth just to hold her tears from spilling, the hurt she is feeling right now is nothing compared on how hurt she is from watching a heartbreaking movie. "Monse you don't understa-"

"That you are fucking someone behind my back?" Monse cut Cesar's words with an angry tone as everything is too overwhelming for her as tears is starting to fall out of her eyes, "No monse. I would never do that to you.." Cesar's tone is filled with sadness which made his voice break after his heavy heart.

"Then who is she?!" her voice is starting to get higher as cesar is trying to calm her down to explain himself, as his brother's nosey ass decided it's nice thing to go look out what's happening.

"She's my brothers girlfriend. Believe me in this monse, I swear to the God in heaven I would never do something to hurt you." Cesar's voice is breaking again tears is starting to pull away from his eyes as he heard footsteps from behind him knowing it's brother he look to finally see an excuse on his face. "Look at this kiss mark, it's from her." he pointed sighing at the evidence.

"Oh my God.." Monse muttered covering her mouth from shock before wiping her tears away, just in time you drove back at the drive way stepping out of your car.

"Just right I forgot my purse.." You said as you walk near cesar and monse seeing her state from previous, "Oh darling what happened to you?" first thing that came into your mind as you place a hand on her shoulder. You might not know someone but you'll still care for them if they are at this state of their self.

"Come on let's get you inside.." You said as cesar and oscar stepped out the way as you guide monse to sit on the kitchen as you pulled a cold water from the refrigerator. "You're Cesar's girl right?" You asked entertaining her as she drank from the cup you gave her.

All monse did is nod, "What happened?" You asked her once again as cesar and oscar started approaching both of you, Cesar was the one to explain what happened to you because monse is not in the state of talking but she appreciate how kindhearted you are as guilt starting to eat her from doubting you as Cesar's other woman.

"Oh so you guys are a thing? That's why I keep seeing girls shirt on your room." You muttered as monse almost choke on the water. As for oscar he is sitting beside you just happy to be there while a kiss mark still plastered on his face.

"Don't worry baby, I washed your clothes.." You explained as you place a hand on her knees to comfort her, "Thank you so much. God i shouldn't have questioned cesar." Monse retorted as you gave her a smile to assure her.

"That's normal you know and tell me if oscar ever hurt you." You said pursing your lips as you stood up to get your purse because that's the main purpose why you are here right now, "It's getting late I wouldn't have time to cook. Let's just eat outside and monse eat with us later, I wanna know you more." You turned at her.

"Oh I don't have any shirt with me right now to change." Monse replied to you with a smile, "You have a shirt here darling, I put it on Oscar's shirts." You said to her patting her shoulders again as cesar is behind her keeping him by his side.

"I'm gonna help you get groceries.." Oscar said with decide tone in his words you just rolled your eyes cause you know you couldn't say no to him if he is starting to be like that, "Kids we are gonna left you for an hour.. And there's a condom on the drawer." You winked at monse who just look at the ground shying away as oscar laughed who hold your waist to escort you out side.

Cesar mirrored both of you with monse cause he doesn't wanna leave her behind but he wants to bid you guys goodbye, "Drive safe oscar." Cesar said chuckling same as oscar who sits on the driver's seat after opening a door for you. "Yeah kid cause you said so."

[starlightdreaming]

100 FOLLOWER SPECIALL :DD (the voices won.)

Lucifer x Slime! Bunny! Reader! NSFW!!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content Warning: (SUPER LONG ASS SMUT) Heat cycles, Body worship, Biting, Slime(Everywhere), PredatorNPrey kink(?), Breeding kink, Belly bulge, Dacryphillia, Oral (received) (THE MF EATS U OUT), Overstimulation, Lucifer’s Tail (erm-), BDSM (like all of them? I dunno…), Corruption Kink. (I don’t know what all the kinks are spare ya gal.) (Nothing is proofread either.)

READER BASED OFF MY PERSONA

SO ITS SELF INSERT??? Yeah. I’m down bad for this man, no shame.

Synopsis: You were a maid that worked at Lucifer’s mansion, you were his favorite too! so what happens when you are in one of your heat cycles? >:]

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You were humming softly as you made breakfast for your majesty. It was a daily routine for you to bring him breakfast to his bed, his usual being pancakes with a touch of cinnamon and apples.

At first when you were accepted to his abode to work, all you did was clean, he never batted an eye at you as you wandered the halls to sweep off dust on every corner of his walls, you didn’t mind it since you got to mind your business all you wanted, no pressure applied, even when you had traded your soul to the king to even have this job, it was all the much better when he didn’t ask of anything from you.

One day, his butler was sick, leaving you to cooking, anyone could have done it but if it wasn’t to the kings liking, they could have lost their jobs- at least what the maids would say. So they threw the task at you, the newbie.

It wasn’t that worrying of a task since you were always cooking for your siblings when you were alive, you always made exquisite dishes for your brothers and sisters to enjoy, oh how you missed those days of making hearty meals for them. So when you had the chance to make something for someone now? You were going all out.

You were thrown into the kitchen by the other maids, you were more excited than bothered by their force, you began making the pancake batter, adding a bit of cinnamon and apples into the mix, you saw your king always wore an apple on his hat so you assumed he liked apples. You made a stack of four fluffy pancakes, adding syrup on it before exploring the kitchen, trying to find fruits and such to add onto the meal to make it more pleasing to enjoy, to eat and to look at.

When you finished, you made him morning coffee, since you didn’t know what his coffee preferences were, you hoped your favorite blend would better suffice than taking a wild guess. You put the meal and drink onto the tray table, leaving the kitchen to walk to your masters room, careful as to not drop the meal you had put your heart and ‘soul’ into. You were so focused into what you were making

Before you entered his room, you knocked, awaiting his “come in.” to enter his room. You saw he sat at his work desk, uninterested to turn and look at you, you weren’t sure what to do next, you never really ever got to see the king this close, nor enter his rooms for that fact. You were just tasked to clean the halls, thats it.

You nervously walk up to his side, putting down the plate and coffee on to his work desk, “Your meal, your majesty.” You bowed, awaiting for him to dismiss you but when he heard your unfamiliar voice, he turned to you, seeing your uniform was covered in pancake mix that had already dried on your maid dress, you smiled at him nervously as he looked at your semi-transparent slime body, “Where is my butler?” he asked, “he’s the one that’s supposed to make me breakfast.” Your heart seemed to chip away, sensing that he might not like the breakfast you made him, he didn’t even look at it, “He is sick, your highness,” you explained, gripping the tray tightly in more nervousness, “I was tasked to make your meals today.” you say, putting up a facade to hide how much you were internally screaming.

“I see,” He says, looking back to his work, “dismissed.” he says as he waved you off, making your heart chip again, you were hoping to see his reaction to how much effort you had just made into the meal but seeing as you’re just a lowly maid in his home, it made sense he didn’t expect much from you.

You left the room without a second glance, not seeing how he had looked at you before looking at the pancakes.

Through the rest of your day, it was all normal. Nothing was reported to you and you weren’t tasked with the rest of the days cooking which made you confirm in your head that maybe he wasn’t satisfied with your cooking skills. It hurt to accept but all that mattered was you got to keep your job at least.

It wasn’t until the next day that whilst you were wiping down windows in the hall, Lucifers personal butler had walked up to you, tasking you again to make the same breakfast you had done the day before, You smiled as you got up and went to the kitchen again, leaving your main duties behind, all your doubts from yesterday vanished as you replicated the meal, going back to his room with a smile, “Your meal, your majesty.” You bowed to him, before putting the meal on his desk once again.

He looked at you this time, making your heart stop for a moment, “Where did you get your cooking skills?” he asked, his attention completely on you, your ears lie back in shyness, “Oh- well, I was self taught.” You say as you held onto the tray, resting it under your fingers, “How come your skills have gone unnoticed?” He says, pulling the plate toward him, grabbing his silverware to cut through the ‘cake to take a bite, you smiled gently as your heart fluttered from joy, “I applied to just clean, there wasn’t any spot open for cooking.” you explained as you swayed side to side in one spot, you couldn’t contain your excitement and joy as he ate your meal, “How about you become one now? Would you like that?” He offered before taking another bite, making you bring the tray to your chest, “really? you mean that?” You smiled, your ears perking as they held up close together as you leaned toward his desk slightly, “of course, why wouldn’t I? You can start anytime you want.” He smiled at you, you jumping in joy, “thank you so much, your majesty! I can make lunch later today! you won’t be disappointed!” You say as you slightly began to run out of his room, forgetting your formality, “oh, uh-“ you realized, before quickly bowing to him and leaving his room, slightly embarrassed.

Ever since that day, you had always made his meals.

Over time, you had slowly made a bond with him, becoming his favorite maid and his favorite chef, it wasn’t long ‘til he made you his personal butler, you waking him up for the day and being at his side almost 24/7 practically.

You didn’t even need to knock anymore as you busted his door open everyday with passion and enthusiasm, “Rise and shine, Lulu!” You would call him, waking him from his slumber, unbothered from how much energy you radiated, he’d sit up as you placed a tray his bed, making your usual for him, he smiled every time you sat on his bed further from him, talking about how your day went or rambled on about your past life on earth, he had found out you ended up killing your parents from how they neglected and abused you and your siblings, you had told your siblings that they left for good, nothing else. It was a surprise to him but it was understandable from your living conditions, he loved just listening to you, day in and day out though, whatever topic it may have been, he wasn’t listening to what you would tell him but more focused on your voice, after six years of this daily routine, it wasn’t long until he would ponder what you would sound underneath him, how you would writhe and whimper to his touch.

He had shook the thoughts at first but the more he saw you in his day to day life, those thoughts always bubbled and spilled out the more he tried to bottle them up, they only got worse when you would be gone for two weeks or so, knowing you as a bunny hybrid, whenever you were having a heat cycle coming or running, your slime would often secrete more off your body, dripping. One time it had gotten so bad, a blob of your slime just went splat on the floor in Lucifer’s room, right in front of him.

You had cleaned it with a bunch of spewed apologies, your face flustered and gaze full of lust, you left the room in a hurry. Leaving Lucifer dumbfounded. To him, that gaze you gave him with lust and tears in your eyes, riled something in him. When you were gone for two weeks after that, his mind was just thinking about that moment and you and only you, those thoughts he tried so hard to brush off were flooding his mind during your absence, he knows he could just go see you and help you and he wanted to do just that more than anything, but he refused to, he didn’t want to take advantage of you in any sort of way, he’d rather fall from the Heavens a million times than ever force his way onto you, you meant too much to him, his heart couldn’t bare how much he loved you.

When you came back from your cycles, you were back with your usual bright, loud and enthusiastic demeanor, your slime body reduced back to normal to being jelly like than melting-ish, and droopy. Whenever you came back, his mind would never settle down, his eyes would always trail at every curve of your body when you weren’t looking, you were so mesmerizing in his eyes, every flaw was a grace of beauty to him, he loved every moment with you, even when you sat and did your own thing while he focused on his work, you just being there was just enough comfort for him to settle down in place and do his job before finishing for the day and spending it with you.

At that point, he saw you as your own person, not just some maid that wandered his ‘castle’. Sometimes when you look at him with doe eyes, he couldn’t help but look away, you had him under such a trance, you didn’t even know how much he was wrapped around your finger. Whenever you wanted or requested something, you’d get it instantly, no questions asked, whenever you smile at something or him, his heart flutters, craving more of that smile, he loved when you praised him, comforted him or was there for whatever reason at all, his stomach always felt butterflies, it was always bad whenever you accidentally brushed touches without you noticing, he craved your touches so much, he always tried to find ways to have contact with you, even if it meant asking you to groom his wings. Worst and best decision of his life.

This man was such a mess for you, he’d even wake up from dirty dreams about you, flustered and flushed, panting heavily as if he sat up quickly in the late nights or early mornings, the tent in his pants were always visible during these dream incidents, it was happening way more then often that when he woke up this morning, he woke up gripping and clawing the bed sheets, his horns and tail displayed as he growls lowly, he was panting heavily as he just began to cry in frustration, it wasn’t long until you busted the door open, making him jump out of his thoughts, “rise and shine- oh! you’re already awake.” you say before realizing he was out in his demon form, he looked away from you, noticing that your body was secreting slime again, knowing what time it was for you, “are you okay? what happened?” You ask with concern closing his door, expecting him to have another rant about his ‘nightmares’ he claims to have, more and more.

You sat his meal in front of him, you sitting close as he kept his gaze away fron you, hoping you didn’t notice the dry tears he tried to wipe away, “Oh, Lulu, are you crying?” You ask, knowing he only avoids your gaze when he doesn’t want you to something. He ignored you when you asked, making you slightly upset he won’t talk to you, you cupped his face, making him turn to you, “look at me, Lulu,” You said softly to him, “was it another nightmare?” you asked, his eyes widened as he blushed lightly from how close you were to him, he nodded quietly, feeling flustered from his thoughts of you, “Oh, Lulu.” You swooned, bringing his face to your chest, holding him lovingly, he only blushed harder as your body produced more, slime was now on his face, your scent not going unnoticed as you smelled like a mixture of sweets.

When you pulled away, you hands still holding his face, you saw your slime was now on his face and you back your hands away from him in shock, “oh my goodness I’m so sorry-“ you said, trying to sit up, only to somehow drop his tray of food onto the ground making you more embarrassed, “Oh- oh my stars, I’ll get something to clean that! I’ll be right back!” You stuttered, leaving the room quickly as Lucifer frog blinked, processing what just happened in the span of ten seconds.

He licked his face clean, forgetting it was your slime and not his food that was all over his face, he honestly expected to gag in distastes but his thoughts immediately ran wild again when he realized how fucking sweet your secretions were, it was one lick after another before his face was clean and he was craving more. Although you were bringing him more breakfast for him to eat, he didn’t want to eat what you had to offer, no. He wanted you. With a snap of his fingers, the mess you left was gone, the lights were off and he was missing from his bed.

You entered the room, cursing yourself under your breath for forgetting what time it was for you, “Lulu, I’m-“ you tried to apologize again, only to see the room was dark and he was gone, “Lulu?” you called for him again, trying to turn on the lights, only for it to not turn on, you put the new tray of food on his nightstand before looking around his room for him, noticing the mess you made was now gone.

“Lulu? Where’d you go?” You asked worriedly, before you felt something drop on your head, it felt like a droplet of water, you looked up to see Lucifer hanging upside down as he stared at you with eyes full of desperation and lust, “L-Lulu?” you asked, a little worry now in your voice as your legs clanged together from the heat in your core, seeing how hot he was upside down, his full demon form out and his tail swaying down towards you left and right.

“Do you know how sweet you taste, my dear?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head, “Wh-what?” You asked a little confused. “Your slime,” he says, jumping down from the ceiling as his eyes glowed in the dark, his eyes glinting like a wolf stalking its prey, you stepped back as he began to walk closer to you, you didn’t even realize you were walking back towards the bed as both of your eyes stayed locked with one another, “The slime you secrete is so fucking delicious,” he growls as he claws the bed with both hands, you in-between him.

Your legs closed together more as you rubbed them together for friction, your maid dress sticking to your slimy skin, you whimpered softly from desperation as he leaned closer to your face, eyes never adverting, “christ, you have no idea what you do to me, dearest.” he whispers, growling under his breath as he tried his best to resist ravishing you then and there.

“What do you mean, Lulu?” You whispered as well, leaning toward his face, lips brushing from the desire and cravings of one another, “I love you, Y/n, so so much,” he confesses desperately, his eyes gazing to your lips before looking back at you, “Please, let me taste you again, please, please.” he begs, leaning more into your touch, when you cupped his face again, you falling back into his bed, an arm keeping you up, “Luci..” You say softly, “I never thought would ever love me.” You confess as well, “Why is that?” He asks, his heart chipping that you think that, “well, I’m a maid, I thought that was all I was going to be.” you say, looking away from him, sadness pooling your eyes as he leaned more into you, “don’t say that, love,” he whisper shouts as he brings a finger under your chin to make you look back at him, “I love you so much, darling, please let me show you that I do.” He begs, your eyes looked into his, his eyes sparkling from genuine, both your heads leaning into to touch as you closed your eyes, “okay..” you smile before you both leaned in to each other, kissing slowly but passionately, he leaned into the kiss more desperately, you leaning into him as well, making the kiss deeper.

You moaned in the kiss, the feelings you hid away for your king, blossoming out your chest. You pulled away panting, breathing for air as Lucifer looks at you dazed, you smile before grabbing his collar with both your hands, bringing him down with you onto the bed, locking lips again but more desperately than the last. You trailed your hands to his hair, wrapping one arm around his neck as you intertwined your fingers into his locks, brushing them. You pulled away again, opening your mouth a gap to let Lucifer have a taste of you, he didn’t hesitate as he stuck his tongue into your cavern, exploring all of your mouth as he tasted you, a growl rumbled from his chest as he desperately kissed you roughly.

You moaned through the make out session as you felt his body push down between your legs, your layers of clothes not giving you the friction you desperately wanted, making you buck your hips up to his body as well, “ffuck- don’t do that, love.” he warned, pulling his lips away from yours as he whined desperately, a trail of saliva connecting you both.

You cupped his face as you brought him back to your lips again, tongues colliding and fighting for dominance, he tucked his hand behind your waist, grabbing the ribbon that kept your dress tight, yanking it harshly, making its ties go undone, making you breathe easily. You moaned again as he tasted your flavors, it was always changing for whatever reason, grape.. raspberry.. strawberry.. It was making him wild that you had tasted so divine all this time without his knowing.

He was getting desperate as he began to grind against your clothed core, you whimpered in desperation as you tried to close your legs with him between them. He pulled away from the kiss, licking his lips as he looked down at your submissive state with lust and desire, “You are so beautiful darling.” He says as wipes his chin with his thumb, licking slime off his wrist as he watched your reaction, you blushed as you looked away, embarrassed.

“You’re so divine.~” He says as he lays on top of you, locking your hands with his, pinning you down as his arms were keeping him up as he kissed your lips, your cheek, down to your neck, nibbling slime secretions before licking them up, off your chest, his kisses were making you writhe under him, squirming in desperation. He couldn’t help but laugh lightly before sucking softly on your jelly skin, slurping up your secretions like jelly candy.

His teasing while in your cycle was sending your body haywire, you needed friction and he was refusing to give you any, “please, please, Luci.” You begged, not knowing what you were really begging for, “Please what, darling?” He asks, moving away from your chest and tilting his head like he wasn’t depriving you of what you desperately wanted, “Please, please fuck me or something- I can’t- can’t take this any longer.” You cried as your body shivered from his touch, a finger trailing down from you neck to your chest, Lucifer scooping up a bit of your discharged slime like icing from a cake, licking his finger as you whimpered under him.

“Alright, I’ll give you what you deserve, dove.” He coo’d, kissing the side of your chin, before trailing down off the bed, his tail swaying side to side desperately as he lifted up your dress, you looked away embarrassed as he did, he sat on the floor as be shoved his head desperately between your legs, you yelped in surprise before you realized he pulled away, you look back at him, seeing your white panties torn against his bare teeth, you blushed furiously as you stared at him. He spat away your panties, discarding them to the floor before he leaned in in-between your legs again, clawing your jelly legs as he lifted then up for him to have more access to your core, you lifted your dress up with one hand, wanting to see what he was doing.

He snaked out his long forked tongue, looking at you teasingly before pushing himself into your core, tasting all of you now, you moaned in sudden pleasure, your body exuding more secretions, “ohh starss Lulu..” You moaned out, making him rile more as he stuck his tongue more deeply in you, tasting you more and more, shameless slurping noises coming from him.

You gripped the bed sheets, bucking your hips more desperately, “more, more luci..” you begged, as he shoved his face as deeply as he could but it wasn’t enough for you. You tried to grip his hair, making him more deeply but you were still desperate, you were bucking your hips into his face, practically face fucking him at that point but it wasn’t until you felt yourself nearing your limit, you then noticed his horns, if grabbing his hair wasn’t enough for you, his horns were.

You gripped his horns making him shiver and moan in surprise before you stroked them and used them against him, grinding yourself against his face as he growled from the sudden grip of yours. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s it Luci…” you moaned louder, making his tongue reach the furthest parts of you, thrusting his tongue in and out if you, “oh, fuck master~ just like that.” You teased, feeling yourself come undone, he clawed your legs harder, his sharp nails sinking into your skin, you moaned more as you rode your high on his tongue, making him lick and taste all your juices.

You panted as you kept using his horns to help you fuck yourself onto his face, “more, more Luci, taste me more!~” you begged as he obeyed, closing his eyes as his chest grumbled out a growl, he loved how sweet you were, body and voice. He couldn’t get enough of your flavor as you begged, he was so thankful he didn’t have nose as you rode his face, letting him taste more of you, he was so dazed by your juices, he kept eating you out like it was his last meal.

He removed one of his hands from your squishy thighs, he didn’t know he punctured your jelly skin as you oozed out more juices from where his sharp nails were, his hand then went to claw you inner thigh, pushing your leg up as he tried to get more access of your addicting flavors. “fuckfuck…” you whined, trying to lift your other leg up but it was held down by his strong grip, “Lucifer~ gonna come again~” you whimpered, as he growled, going more rougher with his tongue, making you lean your head back at you bucked your hips again, coming onto his face again, “ohhh~” you moaned as your body shook from the waves of ecstasy.

“Lucifer, Luci, fuck me please, please, need you ‘nside me.” you whimpered desperately, letting go of his horns as he licked up your juices before pulling away, “fuck you taste so amazing, love.” he says as he got up, his tail wagging again. You desperately latch onto him, sloppily trying to unbutton his shirt, “Luci, need you so bad..” you begged as he smirks, pushing you gently to the bed again, “wait honey bun,” He says, kissing your nose, “let me get you undressed first, okay?” he asks, seeming as he had an idea in mind.

He leaned in to kiss you desperately as you unbuttoned his vest, you then felt his hands trail behind your back, his claws sharpening as he pushed you up to lean on his chest, you began to hear tears and ripping, realizing he was removing your maid dress by shredding it apart, he dug his claws into the dress, ripping it opposite directions before you were completely free from it, you shuddered from the cold that suddenly touched your body as you tried to close your legs again, your core desperate to be filled again.

Lucifer laughed lightly before kissing your nose again before looking at your fully nude body, your jelly colors of purple blue and pink, “You’re so cute, ma chèrie.” He says lustfully under his breath, leaning close to your lips, kissing you gently before you cupped his face, kissing him harder and deeply, passionately and desperately. You grind your hips against his groin making him moan through the kiss, “Y/n, Y/n, calm down my dear.” he says, pulling away. “Need. please Luci…” you begged, making him give in, “I just want to know if you’re sure,” he says as he strokes your cheek, “is this your first time?” he asks, wanting to know what pace he should or could start at, “yes..” you admit, knowing all your life, you focused on your family than ever finding love before you died, especially in Hell now.

“If I hurt you or want me to stop, our safe word is ‘apple’, okay?” he smiles caring and lovingly as you look into his mesmerizing eyes, “okay..” you say with a nod, allowing him to continue and undo his trousers, you looked curiously at his as you felt your body secrete more slime, your core also spilling its own hormonal juices when you saw his length, now understanding where all his height went.

His tail wagged again as he gently wrapped his hands around your waist, teasing your clit as he rubbed his member against it, using your secretions as lube, you whimpered again from the stimulation, “please just put it in Luci, please!” you whined loudly, tired of waiting, “sorry, dearest.” he smiles apologetically, angling himself before pushing himself into you slowly, your body felt waves of pleasure, your sensitivity heightening, “faster, faster, fuck me, fuck me master, please.” You begged, calling him by one of his titles, making him thrust harshly into you, your body was so slimy and gooey, you didn’t need any adjustment, you only just felt waves of pleasure, “oh, yes!~” you shouted, mouth a gap.

You immediately bucked your hips, wrapping your arms around his neck as he claws into your waist, making you shiver more, he thrusted harshly into you, in and out as your slimy juices helped his thrusts, you mewled and moaned loudly, gasping as he kept using your waist to bring you back into him after thrusting out, creating a rhythm of pleasure for both side. You were so noisy you tried to use a pillow to hide your moans but he grabbed it and threw it across the room, “moan my name, darling, scream who you belong to.” He orders, thrusting hard than before as you gripped the sheets, shuddering as you felt yourself getting close again, “Oh! Lucifer! I’m so close!” you screamed as you obeyed his orders, he smirked as leaned down to your neck, “that’s it, almost there.” he says as he kissed your neck, biting down into your neck as you buck your hips into him again, coming all over him as he continued to thrust into you, “good girl.” he praised, your eyes rolling back as you felt your release cover his member as he kept pounding into you.

He sucked on your neck, drinking in your juices after piercing your jelly skin with his fangs, licking and kissing caringly. He kissed you passionately again as you gripped his hair harshly, feeling overstimulated but just craving more at the same time, he growled when you tugged his hair, making him pull away, “i’m close, dearest.” he says, making you wrap your legs around him, locking him in, “inside! inside! want all of you in me! mmmph!~” you screamed and moaned, making Lucifer kiss you again before biting to your neck harshly, thrusting his hips one last time into you deeply, your waist forced down to him, his claws baring into your skin.

You felt himself pour deeply into you, ropes of cum filling you whole, your eyes rolled back with your mouth wide open, your body trembling before he thrusted into you quickly again, shoving more of his fluids into you.

He pulled away from your neck, licking and kissing it lovingly, your skin oozing out more slime, “Fuck, I love you so much.” He pants heavily, keeping himself still as he kissed your body lovingly, he looked at your fucked out state, he smiled rather proudly as he continued to kiss your body, slowly pulling out of you.

You came back from your high, tears forming as you whimpered, your body feeling sore but your core still craving more, “Luci~” you say as you turn your body, your ass in the air for him now, his cum was dripping out of you as he watched you wiggle your ass, “fuck, Y/n..” He says as he felt himself get hard again, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” He tells you, pushing you further into the bed, climbing up onto it as well. He scooped up some of his cum that was spilling out before thrusting back into you, thrusting harshly again as you moaned loudly, he pinned your wrists down as he kissed your back, your sensitive body was shaking terribly but it was the most heavenly feeling of your entire existence.

“Yes, breed me Luci,” You begged as tears stained your face, making him thrust down into you, “knock me up… carry your children..~” you slurred, mind fucked from overstimulation and pleasure, you lost count of how many times you came but Lucifer was still going at it, your stomach bulged slightly from each deep thrust he did, you laid there limply as he bottomed out into you for the second time.

He pulled out as he flopped and fell to your side, his hair disheveled and your slime was practically all over the bed, He turned to you, “are you okay, honey bun?” He asks, seeing you still lost in your high, he kissed you softly before getting the pillow from the floor he threw earlier and putting it back on his bed, using it to lay back on, he closed his eyes as he sighed, only to open then widely when you jumped on top of him, “Luci, we aren’t done yet.~” you giggle, completely lost in pleasure, craving more, “Oh? still want more?” He smirked at you, trying to reach for your hips again only for them to be pinned above his head by you, “I get to have you my way now.” you smile darkly and lustfully, rubbing against him before sliding him into you, you leaned forward, your animal instincts of desperation made you hips smash down onto his member at an inhuman speed, “oh- fuck- wait! hah- slow down darling please-“ He begged before you kissed him, ignoring his plea.

He tried to struggle out of your grasp as you thrusted harshly into him, only making you push onto his chest, “this is for all the teasing, Luci, take it like you deserve it.” You glared at him as an order, “Please, you’re going to fast, if you keep this up, i’m gonna go insane.” he warned, you rolled your eyes as you ignored him again, “you can take it, Lulu.” you comfort as you kiss his cheek before kissing him passionately, tasting each other once again.

“mmmhhh, fuck, Y/n..” Lucifer moaned under his breath as you forced yourself onto him, seeming as he hasn’t said the safe word: he was enjoying this. You focused your strength on thrusting yourself into him, feeling him slide into your gooey insides quickly, “Fuck, take it, take all my cum, darling!” he says as he bucks his hips into you once more, deeply as he releases into you once again as you moaned softly, your exhaustion now kicking in.

You laid limp on Lucifer as you wiped your tears from sheer pleasure, tired and satisfied, “I’m sorry, Y/n,” Lucifer says as you felt something wrap around your waist, “just one more, okay, one more please, wanna make sure you’re knocked up, okay baby?” He says as his tail moved you up and down on his still hardened member, you whined in exhaustion but still let him to use your body for his pleasure, how could you say no to a desperate face like that?

He kissed you again, making out with you softly as he used his tail to thrust your tired body against his, pleased by how you whimpered in overstimulation, his cum was leaking out of you like crazy but it was all the more for him to give you last of his load before calling it for the day, his tail was slicked with your slime, sometimes when it picked you up, you’d slip from its grasp and fall straight down into him, making you moan and tremble, he only kept repeating this process, enjoying every whimper he could writhe out of you.

He kissed your tears away as he continued to make you ride him, he smiled at you lovingly as you shivered at every touch, noticing your tummy was slightly round from how much he had filled you, “gonna come again, okay?” He says as she whines, “fffu- ffuhhh..” you tried to speak, blissed out completely. He thrusted harshly a few times before his tail kept you in place, taking in his last load, making you feel tremble in pleasure. He kissed your chest, neck and face lovingly, his tail helping you move off him and next to him on his bed, he took the covers and placed them on you, rubbing your back, softly, watching you drift to sleep, his demon form going away.

He was going to give you all the aftercare you needed when you wake up, for now he wanted you to rest, seeing as that looked more important to you currently.

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Bonus:

“Hey, Y/n, did you know you taste like jolly ranchers?” Lucifer asked.

“I do?” You say, licking your arm for a taste test, “Oh shit, I do.”

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the voices the fucking voices.

[tinylilacbun]

Toddler reader getting into Sarah’s makeup and giving herself a makeover but in turn ruining some of Sarah’s makeup and Sarah yells at her obviously for ruining her stuff and reader is so upset because she thought she looked pretty and wanted Sarah to compliment her. Rafe comes in when he hears all the commotion and sticks up for reader and consoles her telling her she looks very pretty and then helping her clean her face

Pretty Princess

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x toddler!sister!reader, sister!sarah cameron x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: sarah snapping at toddler!reader, rafe being soft for toddler!reader only, me not knowing a single thing about make-up :')

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You peek into Sarah's room, wanting to show her your new frilly dress that Rose bought you. "Sarah?" You call out, stepping inside and looking around the room for the blonde.

As you're about to walk out again your eyes fixate on her vanity, your legs taking you in it's direction on their own, your eyes twinkling at all the make-up supplies that are neatly organized on the surface.

Climbing onto the chair you sit up on your knees and reach for a lipstick, taking off the cap when a idea pops into your mind to upgrade your look.

A while later, Sarah's vanity was a mess to say the least, make-up supplies opened and laying around everywhere, some little handprints from your lipstick and mascara covered hands scattered as you giggle and keep giving yourself a makeover.

"Oh my god!" Sarah gasps as she enters her room, her face turning from shocked to angry at the damage you have done.

She strides over to you, grabbing your wrist and snatching the brush from your hand, making you frown in and blink at her in confusion. "Pwetty?"

"No, that's- god! That ain't stuff to play with! I told you not to touch my things when I'm not around!" She snaps at you, running a hand through her hair at seeing the make up that's all over the white surface.

You tear up at her scolding, only wanting to look as pretty and be just like your big sister.

Sarah normally wouldn't use that tone with you but she's just frustrated as hell at the moment and let it all out on you, who doesn't even understand what you did wrong.

Rafe passes by the door, stopping in his tracks when he hears you crying and Sarah yelling at you, furrowing his brows and taking a few steps backwards and, glancing inside Sarah's room.

"What the hell is going on?" He asks, stepping inside and goes over to you first when Sarah lets go of your wrist, crossing her arms.

"Look what she did!" She says, gesturing towards her vanity.

Rafe just shrugs, not really seeing what got her this worked up. "And? Just grab a few wipes and clean it?"

"Rafe! That was a 400 dollar make-up set she completely ruined!" Sarah exclaimed, making him roll his eyes at her, glancing down at you.

The make-up you messily applied onto your face now even more smeared because of your tears and you rubbing your eyes as you cried.

"Get it together, Sarah, it's not like dad wouldn't buy you a new one." He grumbles the last part, bending down to pick you up from the chair, holding you on his hip and making his way out of the room, ignoring Sarah's complaining as he makes his way to the bathroom with you.

You're still sobbing, your little heart hurting from hearing that you're not pretty even though you did exactly what your big sister does every day.

As if reading your mind Rafe starts to assure you. "Don't listen to her, yeah? She's just being dramatic." He tells you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

Once in the bathroom, Rafe sits you down on the closed toilet lid, grabbing a small rag and drenching it in warm water before he crouches down in front of you.

He starts to gently rub the make-up from your face as you keep sniffling, speaking up with a slight tremble in your voice. "Rafey...you think I pwetty?"

Rafe almost clenches his jaw at your question, the way you say it so broken makes him mad at Sarah for making you doubt yourself at such a young age. Stupid Sarah.

"What? Of course you are." He scoffs, carefully removing the lipstick from your lips and cheeks. "Close your eyes for a second."

When you do he carefully wipes away the mascara, your face slowly but surely all clean again as he grabs one of your dirty hands next.

"You're the prettiest girl I know. Sarah is just jealous 'cause she needs all that shit on her face and you don't." He says, finishing with cleaning the last bit of make-up from your skin, now lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "Never let anyone tell you that you're not beautiful, a'ight?"

You nod your head, sniffing one last time and watch as he stands back up, wringing the soaked rag in the bathroom sink and throwing it into the hamper.

With a small pout on your face you reach your arms up, making grabby hands for him, mumbling sadly. "Uppies..."

Rafe picks you up again, holding you against his chest as you bury your face in it, grasping his shirt in your hand as he holds you close.

"There, there, I got you." He whispers, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head. "Pretty girls shouldn't cry, 'specially not someone as beautiful as you."

As he said that he tickles one of your feet, chuckling at the way you try to muffle your giggles into his shirt, shrieking when he pokes at one of your sides where you're the most ticklish.

"Stoooop!" You squeal, pushing at Rafe's chest to get away from him, him keeping a firm hold on you to ensure you don't fall out of his arms, relieved to see you smile again.

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[veltana]

Buy my heart - 3

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,2k

✦ Rating for this part: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, slow burn, eventual smut, pet names (little darling/darling), mentions of gambling addiction.

✦ Series summary: In a desperate attempt to rescue your family from debt, you decide to auction yourself off. The alpha who purchases you turns out to be quite different from what you imagined, leading to a marriage that exists only on paper. However, when an omega moves in with an alpha who hasn't experienced a rut in years and is determined to keep things strictly professional despite his instincts, complications arise.

✦ In this part: The clothes arrive and you have dinner with Bucky.

✦ Note: Reblogs, comments and asks are much appreciated!

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The contract is long. Bucky claims it's thin. Sitting at the small table at a window in your room, you do your best to go through it. The formal language makes it hard to decipher but so far you've been able to figure out a few things.

Bucky only needs a wife on paper. As far as you can tell, the contract doesn't require you to share a life or even a bedroom with him. There's also no mention of having kids, which is a relief. You're not going to live like a wife and husband, or an omega and an alpha. But still, there is an exclusivity clause.

A small part of you was hoping that now that you're with an alpha you wouldn't have to spend your heats by yourself. It's torture to go through it with just a toy, making it an endless spiral of pain where there should be pleasure. The few times you've had company during heats it's been great, but that was many years ago and he was a beta.

Also, how is Bucky going through his ruts alone? Does the clause only apply to you?

You're interrupted by a knock on the door and when you call for the person to come in, Natasha steps inside. “The clothes arrived, is it okay if they hang them in the closet?” Standing up, you nod dumbly, not really understanding what she means but then she gestures behind her and a slew of people swarm into your room.

In no time things are hanging everywhere in your walk-in closet. More clothes than you've ever had throughout your whole life. When the people are done they leave, but Natasha stays behind.

“As I said before, I didn't know what style you prefer, and not everything will fit. Just put that aside and we'll send it back.”

You find yourself empty of words, and tears burn the back of your eyes as you stare at the opulence of fabric.

“Hey, are you okay?” Natasha sounds concerned. “Here, sit down.” She guides you back down into the chair and takes the one opposite to you. A few straw tears roll down your cheeks but you quickly wipe them away.

“It's just a lot,” you confess with a wobbly smile. “The clothes?” “Yeah, and this,” you tap the papers on the table. “And this!” You wave your arm around the room. “This is the size of our living room at home that I shared with four other people.” Natasha nods. “Feels big?” “And quiet! I can't remember the last time it was quiet at home,” you sniffle.

Natasha smiles at you. “You'll be okay. And just so you know, you can ask anything but I can't guarantee it won't get back to Bucky. He's my friend and my boss.” “Why doesn't he marry you?” you ask. She laughs at that. “Oh, he asked! But he's like a brother to me.” “But he's not your brother by blood?” “No, we grew up close though. Our families cooperated a lot.” “Then wouldn't it make perfect sense for you to get married?” you ask confused. “It would. But I don't want to, and neither does he. He asked out of desperation, not because of some hidden feelings.”

You nod and start chewing your lip. “Anything else?” Shaking your head you just say, “Thank you for all the clothes.” “Don't mention it, I got to shop up someone else's money, it was fun,” she winks and stands up.

She seems to hesitate for a second but then decides to say. “I know Bucky is brusque sometimes, but he'll be the best alpha you've ever known, just give him some time.”

After Natasha leaves you read the rest of the contract and then decide to take a look in the closet. Previously you've only worn hand-me-downs and cheap stuff from the thrift store. Your sense of style is nonexistent and you're not sure what to do with all the options before you. Most of it is neutral but there are pops of bright colors scattered throughout.

Carefully you grab a skirt and hold it in front of you. It's soft and flowy. Too nice for you. From another place, you grab a shirt. It looks weird together with the skirt. Instead, you pick out a plain T-shirt. It reminds you of something you've seen other women wear at the coffee shop where you worked.

“I think that would look nice on you.” With a yelp you drop the clothes and turn to the door, finding Bucky leaning against the frame. “Sorry, darling, didn't mean to scare you.” “Don't worry,” you answer and quickly pick the clothes from the floor. “Dinner is in an hour and I wondered if you wanted to join me or have it up here.” “I'll join you, if you want.” “Yes, I do.” He looks around and nods in approval before his gaze shifts back to you. “Wear something nice.”

Choosing something nice proves difficult since everything is much nicer than anything you’ve ever owned. In the end, you settle on a simple, one-colored dress.

The bathroom is stocked with makeup still in its packaging and various hair styling tools and you do your best to look presentable. Once ready, you head to the dining room Bucky showed you earlier.

After taking a wrong turn and having to double back you finally find the room where Bucky is waiting. “Sorry, this place is a maze,” you apologize before sitting down across from him. “You'll learn in time,” he says, holding up his glass. In turn, you grab yours and he lightly touches it, the sound filling the room for a second.

The liquid is bubbly and slightly amber-colored, you think it's champagne. Carefully you take a sip and your whole mouth is bombarded with tastes you've never experienced before. You understand why rich people drink this.

“That's amazing,” you tell him. “Never had champagne before?” It's such a stupid question you can't help your response. “Yeah, that's why my family had to put me up for auction, to afford champagne,” your voice is filled with acid. A moment too late you realize who you're talking to.

Across from you, Bucky is not impressed, his eyes dark and his face impassive. “Sorry,” you say, avoiding his gaze and sinking into the chair, pulling your shoulders up to make yourself small. “It's lovely. Thank you.”

He puts his glass down. “Tell me about your family.” You'd rather talk about anything else but you don't feel like you're in a position to deny him a request like that at the moment.

“I lived with my parents and two younger brothers just outside the harbor district. Dad works there. I have two older sisters but I don't see them much.” “You still lived at home?” With a sigh you take another sip, hoping the alcohol will grant you strength to go through the memories.

“Dad works long days and mom works sometimes. We used to have it better, live more uptown, but…” you take a deep breath. “Turns out mom has a gambling problem and she had racked up quite a bit of debt with some bad people. My salary went towards helping to pay it off and I couldn't afford my own apartment. But I'd do anything for my family.”

Right then the food arrives. It's soup in a very small bowl. If this is what rich people eat for dinner, no wonder they're all so stiff and unbearable. They must be hungry all the time!

To avoid having to talk more about it, you concentrate on the food. It's delicious. One of the best things you've ever eaten. It's a shame the bowl is so small because you could have easily eaten double. Too quickly it's gone and for the first time you look up, noticing Bucky is only halfway done.

This dinner is turning out to be a real embarrassment for you. For the third time since you entered the room, you apologize for your behavior, and you feel it won't be the last. “I'm not used to eating slowly,” you explain. Bet Bucky is starting to regret buying you right about now. Maybe you can ask Natasha for some pointers on how to blend in more quickly. The servers soon come back to collect the dishes and you're left alone in silence.

“I have a question about the contract,” you say after a moment, hoping it will save you from discussing the previous topic more. “I said you're welcome to talk to my lawyer about any questions.” “I think I'd rather ask you about this one.”

A curious expression crosses his face. “Go on.” Gathering all your courage, you ask about the exclusivity clause, though you still feel embarrassed to bring it up. “If I understood correctly, there is no requirement to sleep together, in any kind of way.” “Correct,” he nods. “We're also not required to share a life, except for appearance's sake.” “Yes,” “What about when my heat comes, or your rut?”

“I haven't had a rut in years,” Bucky says matter-of-factly, then shrugs. “As for your heat, I'll make myself scarce and you're free to nest in your room as you like.”

The next course arrives before you can ask more questions. It's a very small sandwich with something gooey on top. The server pours wine for you into another of your glasses. You've heard about pairing wine with food but never done it in your life.

As they leave you ignore the food and ask him, “Are you on suppressants?” “No,” he answers shortly, clearly not fond of the topic. You can take a hint and you drop it, turning to the small sandwich. It's just as delicious as the soup but the conversation doesn't pick up after that.

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[metallicames]

Heyyy, can i request a smut with James from the early 80s? I want it rough, with choking and manhandling pleaseeee

i need it, he's too hottt

In the early 80s James looked like a cinnamon roll who could also destroy you if he wanted to!

A/n: usually I don't take requests since I'm afraid of misinterpreting them or not being inspired enough but this one 🤤 hope you like it.

Bad Girl

Warnings: dirty talking, unprotected sex, rough sex, choking, grammatical errors.

I had been waiting for the day off for a week and instead I ended up taking inventory at my brother's bar, he is out of town for commissions so today it's my turn. I take a deep breath, I enter the bar, check the list on the counter and go down to the cellar outside the bar.

The day is hot, muggy, I struggle up the stairs with a case of beer, “Hey! Y/N? Right!?” The unexpected voice makes me jump, I turn around and see the guy who often performs at the bar with his band who is using the recording studio next door, “Oh my god!! You scared me! Yes right.. James!?” he gives me a dazzling toothy smile, I put down the case of beer, huffing and trying to fix the strands of hair that are falling messily from my ponytail. "Aren't you closed on Tuesday?" he asks as he approaches me, it makes me strange to see him in the light of day and above all sober, every time he comes to the bar with his friends he is out of control and I lose count of how many beers he orders.

I must say he has a certain effect on me, he is a really good looking guy, tall, tanned and has a penetrating gaze that enchant me.

“Usually yes, but today I have to sort out some things.. it'll be a long day… are you going to the studio?” I ask him, inevitably looking at him and letting my gaze fall on his excessively tight jeans. "Yes, as usual I'm the first, I'll have to wait a bit..can I give you a hand?"

I accept the help, James lifts the case and takes it to the bar. We start talk about music and random stuff and after at least ten trips back and forth we end up exhausted and sweaty.

"Shall we have a drink?" I ask him out of breathe "Sure! You already know what I'm getting!”. Every time he smiles I feel a strange sensation come over me, if I have to be honest he has always had a certain effect on me and being alone with him amplifies the perception. While I pour the beers I feel his gaze focused on me, there is a few moments of silence interrupted by James' words "You're sexy behind the counter..well, you are sexy in general to be fair" I remain still with my back to him, a wave of heat pervade me and reach my cheeks, I laugh at his comment trying not to give it too much weight. I hand him the beer and he blocks my wrist with his hand staring at me with his amazing blue eyes slightly covered by a lock of blonde hair, he leans over the counter and unexpectedly kisses me. I remain stuck almost petrified, I would never have expected a thing like that but I'm more than happy about how things are turning out.

I let myself go and kiss him back, our tongues meet and taste eachother, his hand ends up behind my neck pulling me towards him, there's an immediate connection and I feel completely comfortable with him.

Shortly after I find myself lying one of the tables near the counter, his hands touch me everywhere, exploring every inch of my body, his breathing is heavy and punctuated by sighs as his fingers stop on the buttons of my shirt before tearing it off without regard, exposing my breasts wrapped in the lace bra. I feel James' face sinking between my breasts, kissing and biting them passionately, as if he hadn't been waiting for anything else for a long time. With one leg he spreads my thighs by applying pressure with his knee, pressing his body against mine. The sensation of the hard and cold surface of the table against my back and James' erection between my legs turn on all my senses.

I thread my fingers through James' hair while he is intent on kissing me everywhere, slowly going down towards my groin. I pull his shirt with my hands towards me so that he can take it off quickly. Seeing him like this, half naked on top of me and smelling his scent makes me understand how much he has always turned me on, every night I saw him perform on stage I felt butterflies in my stomach and I tried to repress the feeling thinking that he would never even notice me and instead now he is here in front of me, just for me.

While I enjoy the sensation of his lips on my skin with a sudden movement he lowers my shorts and thong, but before dropping it to the ground he does something that will always remain imprinted in my mind: he brings it to his face and smells it for a few seconds closing his eyes emitting a light low and deep moan and then moving down towards my groin raising my legs with both hands before starting to kiss my clit causing shivers throughout my body. While he is intent on eating me I lose all inhibitory restraints, I want nothing else in this moment other than the sensation of his mouth on my pussy, his eyes on me and his hand on my breast. “Fuck.. this feels too good” I sigh between moans as I feel his tireless tongue moving in and out of my slit.

While I'm lost in the moment James pulls away from me, takes me from the hips and turns my back, without saying anything just letting out a low growl, I hear the sound of his belt being undone I look at him from the corner of my eyes over my shoulder, I can tell he's as excited as I am by his movements and the way his chest rises and falls deeply. “I've thought about putting you in this position a lot or times” he tells me as he rubs his tip along my folds before entering me with a quick gesture. My instant reaction is to hold on to the edge of the table as I let out a muffled moan, his rough and wild nature has always had an effect on me and now he can express it best and I certainly won't resist.

His thrusts are strong and energetic, I feel his cock reaching the bottom, widening my walls in a continuous and delicious way and the thing that sends me even more into ecstasy is his strong grip on my hair, he pulls them just enough to make me arch my back, "ohhh fuck yeah.. you like that huh?" he pants, holding a hand tight on my hip.

"God y-yess" I can barely say as my eyes roll back in my head. I feel myself getting close to my release, each thrust hitting the right spot that makes me lose my mind, “Choke me” I whine as he continues to hit me “Choke me?? I knew you were a bad girl!!” He squeezes my neck with one hand forcing me to arch my back even more until his grip is strong enough to make me stand up from the table. My back is now against his chest, I can barely breathe "do you like it like this?? Look how much you love getting fucked like a needy slut in your brother's bar.. does he know you're that nasty?” the way he whispers in my ear and his hand tightened around my neck are all I need to come shaken by spasms so strong that I feel my legs give way and James promptly surrounds me with an arm around my waist, decreasing the rhythm of his thrusts but continuing to penetrate me to the hilt until he comes out of me and I slowly try to catch my breath.

"On the couch, now!" he orders slapping me with an open hand on the buttock, I love how he takes control over me and the best thing is, I didn't think I needed it.

I still feel dazed but I head towards the couch sitting on the edge while I feel my humidity expanding along my thighs, James positions himself in front of me, the sweat flows from his toned and tanned chest along his abdomen down to his crotch making him even hotter.

I get closer to his cock and looking up at him I start to lick it while simultaneously sliding my hand along its length: “ yes just like that... take it all, like the dirty needy girl that you're ...c'mon”.

As my pace increases, so do his moans and the obscenities come out of his mouth without control as he pushes my head against his pubis not caring that I'm literally suffocating. The moment I feel his cock throb and swell against my throat James moves away, lowers himself and forcefully pulls me towards him from the hips remaining on his knees on the floor while my back is resting against the edge of the couch. He penetrates me reaching the bottom, my still sensitive pussy welcomes him squeezing him making him let out a low moan: "this pussy is perfect..f-ffuck I'm loosing my mind.." he let out while my breasts bounce in rhythm with his increasingly faster movements, my hands end up on his ass, squeezing it and pushing it even further towards me.

A drop of sweat falls from his forehead ending up on my chin: "shit.. I'm soaked" he breathe out, without even thinking about it I lick it smiling at him, I've reached a point where I want everything about him, literally everything, is as if it's making a primordial instinct of mine resurface.

“God I'm so close.. I'm gonna explode.. mmmh” the rhythm of his breaths increases, he grinds his teeth and shortly after I feel a hot jet filling me until it comes out and wets my thighs. My hands loosen their grip on his buttocks, James slowly stops, I take the opportunity to move my hips up and down a little more, crossing my arms behind his neck enjoying the last moments of our connection "ohhh yess.. mmmh fuck" I can't get enough of his moans.

"you're so hot James..." I sigh as a hand caresses his face and then passes through his golden hair, we lose ourselves in a slow and sensual kiss while I still feel him inside me.

“You too.. you looked so innocent and shy.. it drives me crazy to see that you are as eager and horny as me… you match my dirty mind” his words accompanied by his caresses are like a warm cuddle in stark contrast to the rough and wild sex of a few moments before.

We lie on the couch for a few moments, enjoying the sight of our naked, sweaty and satisfied bodies, until James starts to get dressed.

"See you in the next few days? I mean.. if you like, only the two of us.." His question takes me by surprise but I let out a pleased smile. "Why not?!.. Friday at 2 pm I have a break for a couple of hours so.." I feel myself blushing slightly for no reason as I talk to him. "Perfect.. see you on Friday then." He winks at me and walks out the door.

I stay on the couch for a while longer, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what just happened with an idiotic smile on my face.

[cemeteryvalentine]

astro observations part 4 !!! ^____^

(specifically based off my family :3 pleaseee don't get offended at anything that doesn't resonate)

🗝️: one thing about a sag placement, they are gonna hang up FIRST !!! i swear, if anyone misses flip phones, it's a sag placement/dominant. i just know they miss snapping that phone shut in a petty manner LOL. my mom is a sag moon AND rising, and she'd call me and demand me to do something in such a bitchy tone and then hang up on me like girl who tf do u think u areee 😭😭😭😭 LMFAO. but honestly good for her, i love being petty like her.

like i swear i take after my mom because everytime she does that annoying hang up before i can respond thing, i call her again just to say a snarky remark, and hang up on her back!

🐇: i swear, virgo placements have no problem being the grossest people alive, but suddenly it's a problem when someone else does it :/// it's really annoying. my brother has a pigsty of a bedroom, doesn't wash his hand when he pisses unless i make him, and leaves his trash everywhere, but constantly gets on my sister for the same things 😭. like the calls coming from inside the house !!! i think basically, (some) virgos are like picky(?) with what areas they'd want clean. like they're only really comfortable with THEIR mess and no one else's.

🗝️: i love how pisces mercury communicate because it's like what the hel are u awn about 😭 in the NICEST way though :3 they're so kewl and interesting to talk to, plus they're so nice and understanding. maybe because they're water mercuries after all. speaking of, my favorite artist ever kurt cobain was a pisces mercury and it SHOWSSS. a lot of nirvana lyrics feel artistic and metaphoric, or just realllyyyy silly. liiike "angel left wing, right wing, broken wing. lack of iron and or sleeping" from milk it, one of my nirvana faves. and "i vomit C*M and DIARRHEA". like girl whatever that means !!!! (song, mexican seafood)

🐇: mars influence on the asc makes for prominent features. especially eyebrows. my brother has an aries rising and he has such a bad case of RBF. i swear he never looks happy 😭 his virgo sun and cap moon definitely don't help at all either. then im a mars rising and i have big eyebrows like my brother. like we're the only ones with big eyebrows, while our parents brows look invisible LOL. also i'm a virgo rising !! and ppl are always saying i look mad which honestly pisses me off :P so in conclusion, mars influence + virgo placements = major rbf

🗝️: i HATE to add on to the cancer hate train since i'm one myself and i loveee being one + we get soo much hate, but i feel a (unevolvled) cancer makes for the worst pick me girl ever !!!! this def doesn't apply to all cancers, but the few cancer women i know can be so mean to other women so unprovoked. especially my mom, it gives me the ick when she calls random women b*tches or makes fun of them to me for their features or success or soemthing. i used to be a pick me too up until i was like 13 (im soooo happy i grew out of that mess QUICK!). i would constantly strive for male attention, it was embarrassing 😭. ik another girl who values her shitty boyfriend over her (girl) friends and i haaate it. like ive only known a few cancer women, but a lot of them are like the meanest pick me bitch ever, or such a sweeet, caring soul :). i feel like being a pick me stems from cancers being feminine AND traditional. yk? i pray i make sense, but yk how it's traditional for girls to be perfect for her man, and value him no matter the circumstance ?? and cancer/moon being **traditional** ? yeahhh 😭

anywayzzz that's all :3 tyyy for reading !! i had sm making a new observations, considering it's been a year since my last LMFAOO. and again, if it doesn't apply, let it fly. ty bye ^__^

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, mention of guns, masturbaiton, unprotected sex, breeding,

word count: 8.3k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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jonathanfatu replied to your story: it’s your world baby I’m just living in it with you, my ride or die 🩷

americannightmarecody replied to your story: JIMMY YOU BETTER TAKE CARE OF GIGI

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: omggg this man be dicking you down and buys you flowers? Ouuu girl

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uceyjucey replied to your story: he be taking you everywhere but complain when I ask him to take me to the gas station to get something to roll up some weed 🙄🙄

carmelohayes replied to your story: tell him it’s on sight when I see him and his bitch ass twin brother

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I fucking hate the both of you

Atlanta, Georgia - 5:30PM

Genesis and Jimmy took a weekend trip to her hometown, eager for him to finally meet her parents. Despite their hectic schedules, they carved out precious time to reconnect, especially since it had been quite a while since she last saw them.

As Jimmy navigated the road from the driver's seat, his free hand tenderly brushed against Genesis's thigh, a gentle gesture amidst the tension of their journey to her parents' home. She couldn't shake the anxiety that bubbled within her, worried that her family might not accept him.

As they arrived for the barbecue that evening, she felt a wave of hope wash over her. Jimmy parked the car and switched off the engine, then stepped out first, striding towards Genesis' door to open it for her.

As she exited the car, she expressed her gratitude to him while he closed the door. Their fingers intertwined, they could hear the pulsating music emanating from within the house. Together, they approached her parents' door and knocked firmly, both of them standing there eagerly awaiting a response.

As they waited, Genesis applied her lip gloss, attempting to soothe her anxiousness, when she suddenly felt Jimmy's hand wrap around her waist, drawing her nearer to him.

“You nervous mamas relax.” Jimmy whispered.

“I’m more worried for you than myself, be aware that my older brother will ask you questions including my father.” Genesis replied.

“Don’t worry baby, I know they’ll love me.” At that moment, the door swung open to reveal her older brother Jacari, grinning widely with a red cup in hand, as he looked down at his little sister.

“Gigi! Momma Gigi’s home!” Jacari hollered as he pulled his little sister in for a hug.

At that moment, he noticed Jimmy standing there, patiently waiting while Jacari smiled and gently dabbed him during their embrace, prompting Genesis to observe the two of them.

“You must be Jonathan right? Gigi doesn’t shut up about you dawg.” He said teasing his little sister.

“Oh? She doesn’t don’t she?” Genesis let out a weary sigh, realizing that tonight would stretch on endlessly, especially with these two jokers around. As she stepped into the house, she found everyone gathered in the kitchen, some sipping drinks while others were lounging in the front room, puffing on a blunt.

In that moment, she spotted her mother and aunt rushing towards her, enveloping her in a warm embrace before stepping back to marvel at how much their little girl had grown.

“My dearest! Welcome home, sorry for the chaos in here.” Mrs Porter said.

She chuckled at her mother, “it’s all good mama, there’s someone I wanted you to meet if that’s okay.” 

“Of course dear.” At that moment, she spotted a towering figure, 6'3" tall, standing beside Genesis, a smile gracing his face as he intertwined his fingers with hers. “Mama this is my boyfriend Jonathan and Jonathan this is my mother you can call her Mrs Porter.” 

Jimmy took his hand out, “nice to finally meet you Mrs Porter.” Her mother was taken aback to find her daughter with a man who was even more attractive than Quincy—she greeted him with a smile and a firm handshake.

“Gigi dear you didn’t tell me that he was handsome, nice to meet you son in law.” Genesis's eyes widened in surprise as her mother spoke, causing her cheeks to flush with color.

Then her auntie chimed in, “he’s better looking than Quincy ass I tell you that.” Jimmy laughed as he watched Genesis blush fiercely while she accepted the compliment.

Genesis' mother had whisked Jimmy away, eager to learn more about him and his intentions toward her daughter, leaving Genesis standing there like a forlorn puppy until her brother approached from behind.

“You want a drink sis?” Jacari asked.

She looked up at him, “yeah sure.” With a cheerful wave to familiar faces from high school and the neighborhood, she trailed behind her brother into the kitchen.

She rested her arms on the kitchen counter, watching her brother as he prepared a Jack Daniel’s cocktail. With a smile, she took the drink from his hand and savored a sip.

“So where did you find him Gigi?” 

“We work together and be on the road together 24/7 Cari but my best friend Cody introduced me to him and his twin brother when I first started.” She took another sip of her drink.

Jacari nodded his head, “he the one? because I remember when you said that about Quincy and look what happened so are you certain that he’s the one?” Genesis felt a deep certainty that Jimmy was her soulmate. He had openly expressed his desire to marry her and start a family, a promise that many men make insincerely, yet there was something genuine in Jimmy's declarations.

“Yes, I’m certain that he’s the one. He takes good care of me Cari and plus he’s fucking crazy he would kill his cousin and Quincy over me.” 

Jacari nearly sputtered on his drink, coughing loudly as Genesis softly patted his back. He reassured her, saying he was okay. "Is he really trying to hit on you?" Genesis was suddenly flooded with memories of Zilla's assault, a haunting experience she wished to forget. She didn't want to burden her older brother or mother with her fears until the trial began.

So she had to lie.

“Yeah, and he didn’t like that. Honestly a bunch of guys at my job is tryna holla at me and I just ignore them they’re so desperate to get some coochie brother let me tell you.” Genesis said.

Jacari chuckled at her while shaking his head, “damn I didn’t know my little sis got it like that, you must think you grown now huh?” She playfully elbowed her older brother, just like they used to do in their childhood whenever he would tease her about something. “Boy shut up I never said that.”

She longed for the moments spent with her family, and being surrounded by them filled her with happiness. Watching Jimmy toss the football to her little cousins made her heart soar with delight.

“You seen pops?” She asked.

“Yeah, he outside cooking on the grill. He was looking for you.” He responded. With that, she stepped out into the backyard, where a handful of people mingled, accompanied by the nostalgic sounds of 90s music. Her gaze swept across the scene, landing on her stepfather who was grilling and savoring the tunes that filled the air.

With a radiant smile, she approached him, playfully tapping his shoulder, prompting him to turn and discover his little girl beaming at him.

“Gigi! My babygirl! I didn’t know you were here!” Mr Porter Exclaimed.

“Cari said you were looking for me but here I am.” Genesis replied as She and her stepfather hugged each other tightly.

“I missed you so much Gigi, we were hoping to see you since I know your schedule has been hectic.” Genesis and her stepfather stepped back, allowing him to fully appreciate the sight of his stepdaughter, now transformed into a confident and self-sufficient woman. “Yeah, we were able to enjoy the weekend off.”

Her stepfather arched an eyebrow at her, questioning, 'We? Who exactly is this 'we,' Gigi?' She glanced over at Jimmy, who was busy tossing the football with her younger cousins.

“Is that the man you’ve been raving about to your mother?”

She nodded her head, “yes, that’s my boyfriend right there he’s a good man papa. he takes care of me.”

Her father was turning the burgers and hotdogs on the grill before he began to speak.

“Well I need to meet this young man that’s been taking care of my precious stepdaughter.” She smiled as she went towards Jimmy’s direction.

As Jimmy spotted Genesis approaching, he tossed the football back to her cousin, all the while keeping his focus on her.

“Hey baby, what’s up?” Jimmy asked.

“My pops wants to meet you—I hope you’re ready and I’m sorry about my mother, she's so clingy.” Genesis said.

“It’s all good mama I know where you get it from now and she’s a sweet lady.” Genesis beamed at him as she led him toward her stepfather, who was busy grilling the food.

Her stepfather gazed at the tall man beside his stepdaughter, clearly impressed by her choice. "Well, Gigi, you certainly didn’t mention he was such a dashing young man. It's a pleasure to meet you, son; I'm her stepfather."

They shook hands firmly before hugging each other.

“Nice to meet you too Mr Porter.” As she made her way back into the house to fetch another drink from the kitchen, she allowed the two of them to converse. Suddenly, she heard a whistling sound coming from behind her.

As she pivoted, her gaze locked with Darrius, her high school crush—a football star and notorious heartbreaker. She let out a heavy sigh before shutting the fridge door.

As she cracked open a can of twisted tea, she took a refreshing sip before leaning back against the kitchen counter. She noticed him approaching with open arms, attempting to embrace her, but she playfully pushed him away, proudly displaying the double band ring that Jimmy had gifted her.

“Oh? So since you got a new nigga now you wanna act brand new Gigi?” Darrius said.

“Boy please if you don’t get the fuck out my face for real Darrius.” Genesis replied.

He was with his homeboys scoffing at her trying to be all cool and shit in front of them.

“Look she tryna act brand new and shit because got a new nigga yall like she didn’t want this back in high school.” 

Genesis rolled her eyes at him, “nigga you was all over me tryna holla at me knowing your repretation  so don’t fucking play with me D.” She continued on. “And why is yo’ ass bringing up old shit anyways? Just a weirdo.”

Darrius shrugged his shoulders, “I mean shit, a nigga tryna holla at you shawty. You glowing baby girl looking all good and shit.” Now she felt very uncomfortable with this conversation because she had the same issues with Carmelo at work not until Jimmy knocked his head off at his hotel room.

“Now yo’ ass just being desperate it’s always the desperate niggas tryna holla at a taken girl.” She retorted while folding her arm over her chest while holding up her drink. “It’s not like yo’ nigga is around to stop me so.”

Genesis wore a mischievous grin, shaking her head as she realized Darrius would soon regret his words, fully aware of how unpredictable and reckless Jimmy could be, especially since her brother despised Darrius just as much.

“I would be careful with my words dear, I could call him in an instant and he’ll show up so you better keep it pushing if I were you, my nigga is crazyyy.” She bragged.

He chuckled at her, “maneee ain’t nobody scared of that bitch ass nigga. I’ll put a bullet to his head. Lemme just get yo’ number Gigi.” What was with these men tryna get at her for? Knowing she’s taken.

“Yeah, no I’m gonna have to decline that offer. My man wouldn’t like that.” Genesis savored another sip of her twisted tea, her eyes fixed on Darrius. She had no intention of indulging him or his foolish antics, believing he could charm his way into acquiring her number.

She locked eyes with Jimmy and Jacari, who were chatting outside, and gestured for them to come inside. Meanwhile, Darrius took out his phone, trying to hand it to Genesis, but she once more turned him down. “C’mon baby girl lemme have yo’ number so we can talk you know.”

At that moment, a deep voice echoed, sending chills racing down his spine. Turning to his left, he spotted Jimmy and Jacari, their faces set in a serious expression.

Darrius was unaware that the towering 6'3" Samoan man was her boyfriend, as he approached her from behind, encircling her waist and planting a kiss on her neck.

“You good mamas? Do I need to embarrass someone this evening or what?” Jimmy asked, staring down at Darrius.

She shook her head, “no, I’m good baby. Just wanted to remind a certain person that I’m taken so they can get it through their thick skulls.” She smirked at Darrius who was furious.

“This yo’ nigga Gigi? I mean damn one good of an upgrade from your last one but I know this ain’t finna last just like that marriage of yours.” Darrius clapped back.

In that moment, the atmosphere shifted to a hushed stillness, as if a mouse had entered the room, with everyone locked in a silent showdown of glances. Yet, Genesis remained unfazed, confident in her recent transformation and the presence of a good man by her side.

She chuckled at him while giving her can to Jimmy—she had time this evening.

Jimmy was ready to pounce on him but Genesis held him back, “and nigga what that gotta do with you? Don’t you got an std from one of the girls you been fucking? How about you start getting that fixed instead of worrying about what I got desperate bitch.”  

She noticed his expression shift to something unfamiliar as the gossip swirled around them.

“You bitch.” At that moment, Darrius attempted to confront Genesis, but Jacari and Jimmy swiftly drew their glocks in unison, aiming them at him and his crew.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at Darrius giving him a stern expression on his face, “you might wanna back up playa. this mine right here and ion play about her so you better watch the fuck out.” Jimmy warned him.

“Man, fuck yo—“ With a swift motion, Jimmy cocked his gun, his thumb aimed directly at Darrius's head, as he yanked him up by the hem of his hoodie, locking eyes with him in a piercing gaze that seemed to penetrate his very soul.

“You wanna die play boy? Or you wanna live? your choice.” Everyone was taken aback by Jimmy's extreme protectiveness over Genesis; even her brother couldn't believe it.

Darrius raised his hands in a protective gesture as Jimmy pulled the gun away from his forehead, tucking it back into his jeans before releasing him. He adjusted his hoodie and made his way back towards Genesis, keeping her safely by his side.

“You might wanna get out of here Darrius before he actually fucking kills you.” Jacari said, keeping his gun pointed at them.

Darrius licked his lips in anticipation, quickly gathering his belongings as he and his friends exited the house—slamming the front door behind them while Jacari tucked his gun back into his shorts and secured the lock.

He glanced over his shoulder at his sister and Jimmy, who had his arm wrapped around her waist as he approached them, playfully teasing Jimmy.

“Thank you for protecting my little sister, that fool been tryna get at her.” He said.

“You know I got Gigi dawg, imma protect her for sure.” Jimmy responded after noticing Genesis yawning and rubbing her eyes.

“You tired baby?” She glanced up at him while nodding her head.

“A’ight then dawg imma take this little lady upstairs so she could sleep and we’ll finish talking.” With that, Jimmy lifted Genesis in her bridal style and ascended the stairs, making his way to one of the guest rooms in her mother's house.

He softly nudged the door open and stepped inside, carefully placing Genesis on the bed. As he removed her jacket and shoes, he set them aside in the room, then wrapped her in blankets to keep her warm against the evening chill.

He lowers himself to her height, gently pressing his lips against hers, captivated by her sleepy smile as she tenderly strokes his cheek.

“Don’t be gone for too long, I want you up here with me.” Genesis said in a soft tone.

He smiled at her clinginess before placing a kiss on the palm of her hand.

“I’ll be back mamas, just get some sleep okay?” Jimmy responded as he got up from kneeling.

Genesis let out a yawn, stretching her limbs as she settled into the bed, while Jimmy made his way out the door, rejoining the others downstairs.

—

As Jimmy relaxed in the backyard chair, savoring his beer, he noticed Jacari approaching with a chilled brew in hand. With a friendly gesture, Jacari offered it to him. Jimmy, not one to refuse a cold drink, accepted it and set it beside him, taking another sip from his own beer.

Jacari retrieved a blunt he had meticulously rolled, igniting it with his lighter. He took a few deep puffs before handing it over to Jimmy. As soon as Jimmy grasped it, he inhaled a few times, exhaling clouds of smoke into the air as the effects began to wash over him, before returning it to Jacari.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in stunning hues, the atmosphere buzzed with laughter and music. People were either savoring their meals or twirling joyfully on the dance floor outside. In that moment, Jimmy felt a warm sense of belonging with his family, a feeling he never anticipated experiencing with Genesis's family as well.

Jacari begins to say something, “you cool as fuck Jonathan no bullshit.” He said.

“I appreciate it dawg, this was nice.” Jimmy replied with a smile on his face.

The air was heavy as the wind rustled through the trees, and Jimmy inhaled deeply from the blunt, exhaling the smoke through his nose this time.

“You love my sister? I mean I’ve been protecting her ever since we were little, especially from his bitch ass.” He mentioned Quincy.

Jimmy to another sip of his beer before speaking, “Yeah, I love Gigi with all of my heart dawg. Your sister is like everything I needed.” He continued. “And I had to shoot his stupid ass put him in the hospital.”

Jacari's eyes widened in shock at Jimmy's words, nearly causing him to sputter his drink again. "Wait, are you serious about my little sister? I can't say I blame you, though; that guy has been acting strange ever since they tied the knot, and things only got weirder after she divorced him."

He gave a firm nod, saying, "Absolutely, that's my ride or die, Uce. I won't let anything happen to her." Jacari recognized Jimmy's protective instincts, having grown up as Genesis's guardian himself, often confronting boys who dared to bother her or express unwanted interest. It was clear to him why Jimmy felt so strongly about her.

“I understand fasho, how long y'all staying in Atlanta? I know yalls schedules are hectic.”

“Probably for the weekend since we gotta head to another city Monday.”

“y'all staying in a hotel down here? cuz our mama would let y'all stay.”

Jimmy informed Jacari about their weekend hotel plans, but mentioned that it would be great if her mother allowed them to stay here instead, especially since their luggage was in the rental car.

“I’m pretty sure our mama would let yall stay, especially since yall been traveling so much lately.” He said. “But lemme’ ask you this uce cuz I know my pops is gonna ask the same thing.”

“You wanna marry her?” He certainly wished to marry Genesis, but he preferred to wait for the right moment, taking his time to nurture their relationship before making any hasty decisions.

Jimmy exhaled a cloud of smoke from the blunt, gently tapping the ashes into the ashtray.

“Of course Uce, I wanna put a ring on her finger. She’s something special for real.” 

“Well then you have my blessing as her big brother when the time comes.” He and Jacari shared hearty laughter, relishing each other's presence as they passed a blunt back and forth, the music pulsating in the background while everyone around them rose to their feet, dancing joyfully together.

At that moment, Jimmy spotted Genesis emerging from the building, her eyes softly rubbing as she scanned the surroundings in search of him—he handed the blunt back to Jacari and set his drink on the table, making his way towards her.

With her arms crossed tightly over her chest, Genesis pondered Jimmy's whereabouts until her gaze fell upon her charming boyfriend striding toward her, prompting a radiant smile to blossom on her face as she relaxed her stance.

He loomed above her, his height casting a shadow over her petite frame as she looked up with wide, innocent eyes, her arms encircling his neck while his strong embrace enveloped her waist, mingling their scents in a tender moment.

“Hii Bo.” Genesis said.

“Hey baby, did you sleep well?” Jimmy asked as he leaned into a kiss.

“Yeah, I did and I missed you so much.” He laughed softly at her adorableness, planting gentle kisses on her lips repeatedly. “Yeah? Daddy missed you too princess.”

His hands glided into her shorts, cradling her curves before he pressed a passionate kiss on her neck, igniting a shiver of pleasure that coursed through her.

As the background music swelled with the smooth sounds of 'Aaliyah's One in a Million', Genesis pulled Jimmy close, and they lost themselves in a dance, reveling in the joy of each other's presence.

As everyone else joined in, she embraced him, her arms draped around his neck while his hands rested on her hips. They swayed together to the rhythm of the music, her soft laughter filling the air as she breathed in his familiar scent, resting her head against his chest and letting her body melt into his warmth.

“you know I love you Gigi?” Jimmy whispered gently.

“I know you do Bo, it scares me sometimes.” Genesis replied while she looked up at him with her innocent eyes.

He released a gentle laugh, his tone rich and laden with a sense of fragility. “Why mama?”

She averted her gaze from him, reflecting on the five years spent with Quincy. The turmoil he caused left her feeling unfortunate—unfortunate in her quest for new love, plagued by a sense of inadequacy despite her efforts. However, since being with Jimmy, everything has transformed; it feels refreshing and uplifting.

For the first time, she felt a profound connection with someone new—someone who genuinely cherishes her. The way Jimmy showers her with love, indulges her with tenderness, and even spoils her a little overwhelms her, as she has never encountered such warmth before.

“Look at me baby, talk to me.” She locked eyes with him, interpreting his worried expression.

“I felt unlucky to find new love, I kept my heart closed off for so long and now I’m feeling more comfortable with you.” She told him.

He kissed her lips gently, “you don’t gotta worry about that anymore Gigi, you know I’m here for you and will be with you forever until we grow old together.”

With a gentle smile, she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his. They shared several more kisses, and as she felt his hand tenderly cradling her chin, the kiss deepened, transforming into a slow, intimate exchange that revealed their vulnerability to one another.

Their tongues twirled playfully as his hand cradled her left cheek, a possessive gesture that declared her as his own.

“You don’t gotta run and hide anymore mamas.” He murmured between her lips.

“I don’t wanna run anymore Bo.” She murmured softly.

They gently separate, catching their breath as she looks into his rich, dark brown eyes, feeling his deep voice echo within her very being. “then don’t.”

His lips brushed against her neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that traveled up to her jawline. She tilted her head back in delight, lost in the moment, while the music played on and the rest of the crowd remained oblivious to the couple's intimate exchange.

“Lemme’ have you, lemme’ be the one to take care of you and heal your scars mamas. Imma show you and prove to you how deeply in love I am with you.” He sank his teeth into her neck, eliciting a soft moan that slipped from her beautiful lips, meant for his ears alone.

“B-Bo, W-wait.” 

“Tell me you mine baby, tell me.”

Her fingers wove through his hair as he nibbled on her neck, claiming her as his own. When he finally pulled back, she noticed his lips stained a deep purple from the passionate kisses, while her cheeks burned with the heat of his unexpected caress.

She gently stroked his cheek before entwining her fingers with his. “I’m yours Bo, I’m forever yours.”

With a grin, Jimmy twirled her around, then drew her back into his warm embrace, making her laugh joyfully.

“I gotchu baby.” Jimmy said.

“I know you do Bo.”

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As the night drew to a close, guests hurriedly gathered their belongings and prepared to leave. Genesis's mother graciously permitted her and Jimmy to stay for the weekend, sparing them the trouble of driving home late. While Genesis busied herself with fixing their plates, she heard her stepfather calling her name, prompting her to turn around with a bright smile lighting up her face.

“What’s up Pops?” Genesis asked.

“I just wanted to say how proud I am of you sweetheart, and you got a good man on your shoulders dear.” Mr Porter said.

She chuckled at him, “does that mean you approve of him papa?”

“Of course I do, we connect right on the money!” Genesis chuckled to herself, shaking her head at her stepfather's silly antics.

“Seriously though Gigi, he has a good heart and good intentions with you don’t let that man slip away.” She smiled and nodded as her stepfather planted a gentle kiss on her cheek, then made his way to the living room to enjoy some television.

The burden of her family's disapproval of Jimmy has vanished—now they adore him and his playful spirit. As she prepared their plates and stored them in the fridge for the next day, she made her way upstairs to one of the guest rooms.

As she reached for the doorknob, soft moans drifted through the crack, prompting her to push the door ajar. Her eyes widened in shock as she caught sight of Jimmy, his long eight-inch member gliding rhythmically in his hand, his head resting against the headboard as he whispered her name in a husky moan.

She noticed the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, while his thumb gently caressed the tip of his cock, stirring a warm sensation that pooled between her thighs.

She could hear his soft whimpers, “fuck Gigi, I need you so bad baby.” She anticipated his behavior upon their arrival, fully aware of his sexual frustration.

She had to feign surprise for a brief moment as she swung open the door, catching him off guard until he recognized her presence after her brief absence downstairs—his gaze revealed a hunger, as if he wished to consume her in an instant.

As she closed the door and secured the lock, she strolled past him on her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, only to be interrupted by his resonant voice calling her name.

“Gigi.” Jimmy called out to her with a raspy tone.

“Hm?” Genesis turned her head, her eyes widening at the sight of his impressive eight-inch cock, standing proud and formidable.

He rose to his feet and approached her, who was retreating against the wall behind her, her gaze locked onto his dark eyes brimming with desire, and surprisingly, she felt no fear.

“C’mere baby, don’t run from me.” He said softly.

“I’m not Bo, whatchu want?” She reacted as her hand enveloped his rugged form, gliding up and down, making him dissolve under her caress, his eyes tightly shut and head thrown back in ecstasy at her touch.

“You want me baby?”

“Mhm, been wanting yo’ cute ass since we came up here. Keep stroking it like that Gigi.” Following his instructions, she caressed him gently, savoring the way he succumbed to her every movement.

She gently caressed his sensitive tip with her thumb, leaving a slick residue behind. As she did this, she felt his hand tugging at her waist, drawing her nearer so he could murmur sweet nothings into her ear while she continued to pleasure him.

Genesis pressed gentle, moist kisses against his neck, sensing his muscles tense as he lifted her nightgown, his hands exploring her curves in slow, circular motions before delivering a playful smack. “Fuck, faster Gigi. Stroke it faster mamas.” He moaned softly.

She quickened her pace, caressing him while leaving marks on his neck and chest. “Like this daddy? you like it when I’m stroking this big ass dick?” She whispered in his ear.

“Yes mamas, this yo’ dick baby. I’m yours.”

Her pace gradually intensified, the gentle touch of her hand becoming more passionate and enchanting. Every gesture, every whispered word sent tingles coursing through him, clouding his mind and making concentration ever more elusive.

“Oh my god, Genesis.” A deep, primal groan rumbled from his throat as he held her legs, pressing her against the wall while she encircled his waist, captivated by the sight of his muscles rippling with strength during the effortless lift.

The sharp contrast between the frigid chill on her shoulder blades and the intense heat radiating from Jimmy's body against her front sent a wave of exhilarating shivers racing down her spine.

He repositioned his hold, his powerful hands enveloping her form, gently parting her as he aligned himself at her threshold. “Imma fuck this pussy up, and you better be a good girl and take it.”

She obeyed, intertwining her ankles at the base of his back while he pushed her against the bedroom wall. Her fingers wove through his hair as she leaned in for a kiss.

He pressed into her softness and then penetrated her fully in a powerful thrust. Genesis bit her lip to stifle her cries, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being so thoroughly filled. The angle was relentless—deeper than ever, reaching depths that clouded her mind.

The creamy essence enveloped him perfectly with every thrust, the gentle sound of her back hitting the wall, their breaths intertwining and echoing in the shadows.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is so good. I’m so addicted to this shit.” He let out a low growl, his motions steady as he penetrated her further. “So addicted to you mamas.”

Jimmy adjusted his hold on her thighs, his fingers digging into her tender skin as he pressed her against the wall. He widened her legs, enabling him to penetrate further. With each upward thrust, he pulled her down onto him, his fingers immersing in her softness.

The rhythmic sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, while her mind swirled with ecstasy and affection. With every thrust, her warmth wrapped around him tighter, flowing down to where they connected with each powerful movement.

“Oh my—“ She inhaled sharply, her voice a mere whisper as she struggled to remain silent. Her head gently leaned against the wall with a soft thump, revealing the elegant curve of her neck to his eager lips.

He quickly found her pulse point, sucking with enough intensity to leave a mark she would need to conceal the next day. His hips moved in a steady rhythm, the firm length of him gliding against that sensitive area within her. With every retreat, her body clung to him tightly, only to fully surrender as he thrust back in.

Their bodies were surrounded by her wetness, enabling each thrust to move more smoothly and reach deeper than ever.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and rough, nearly a whisper as it brushed against her ear. “this the best dick you ever had, baby? Huh?” His voice was taunting and teasing at the same time.

Genesis struggled to find the right words; she felt utterly lost as he shattered her into fragments.

Her body responded, drawing him in deeper with each thrust. The pressure in her stomach grew stronger, tightening more with every motion.

He maintained his pace of rebellion, “look at you mamas taking this dick so good baby.”

She eagerly embraced him, her toes beginning to unfurl from their previous tight grip. “Shitshitshit, Bo.” She emitted a gentle whimper, her thighs beginning to tremble as they encircled his waist. “it’s soo big daddy.”

“Yeah? Big for you to handle it baby like a big girl huh?” He emitted a deep growl, his hands holding her tightly. “Keep taking this big ass dick for me princess.”

He sped up, thrusting into her with intense desire. The sound of their bodies crashing together intensified, becoming more urgent. Genesis pressed her face into his shoulder to stifle her moans, her teeth digging into his flesh.

He overwhelmed her completely, with Jimmy's hands stretching her cheeks apart and massaging her backside. In this moment, she was entirely exposed and under his control. She gasped as he penetrated her tightness after teasing the entrance with a single finger.

He whispered, “Mhm, pussy so wet for me mamas." He noticed her face transforming into a pleading expression, reminiscent of a puppy asking him to take it easy. “I know mamas, I know just keep taking it for me baby.”

She felt as if she were floating, her thoughts consumed by the powerful emotions coursing through her.

As the pleasure heightened, her clitoris pressed against his lower abdomen with every thrust, creating the ideal friction that propelled her closer to orgasm.

“Clench onto me some more baby lemme’ feel her.” He urged, his voice tense as he struggled to keep his composure.

She tilted her face towards his lips, releasing a gentle moan as the first waves of her orgasm began to envelop her.

Jimmy became entranced by her sounds, his kiss growing passionate and fervent as he sensed her tightening embrace. "Mhmm," he whispered gently between kisses, “yess baby fuck.”

Her body transformed into a vessel of his delight as he rhythmically penetrated, driving her nearer to ecstasy. Each muscle tightened, and every nerve tingled with sensation as she neared her climax. Jimmy's movements became increasingly frantic, his breath ragged and heavy against her skin.

Jimmy let out a soft groan against Bia's lips, his rhythm faltering for a moment as her body clenched around him. “I’m about to fucking nut. Ohh Gigi. I’m about to nut baby.”

His actions became more frantic and intense. 

Genesis held onto him tightly, her thoughts clouded with a desperate hope that her parents remained unaware of their presence.

Before she could articulate her thoughts, she surrendered completely, her body quaking as she clung to him desperately, her essence flowing down her thighs, prompting Jimmy to glance at the chaos she had made.

He gently kissed her forehead, offering comfort as he made love to her with deep affection, which he truly felt for her.

“Pull out Bo, pull out.” She begged him.

“Where you want it then baby?” He breathed out deeply against her neck, his voice tense as he struggled to keep his composure.

“On my face cum on my face daddy.” She wrapped her legs around his waist as his thrusts grew more intense and frantic. Breathing heavily against her neck, she felt herself losing control, pulling him in closer.

“Fuck I’m cummin’ again Bo, I’m cummin’”

“Cum for me baby, let it out baby.” Jimmy thrust deeper and deeper, triggering her second orgasm, causing her to squirt on his body as she felt euphoric, as if she were on cloud nine.

“Keep cummin’ baby c’mon gimme one more baby.” She let out a soft whimper against his neck, her eyes rolling back in her head as she felt overwhelmed by his presence.

She whined, “Dadddy I can’t, I fucking can’t.”

He penetrated further into her, eliciting a loud gasp. “yes you can, fuck Genesis. Make a mess on me some more baby let it out.

She was reaching her limit, her nails digging into his skin, but it was his whispered, crude words in her ear that pushed her over the edge.

“Fuckkk Jimmy! Ohhh fuckk.” She cried out passionately as she experienced her third climax of the night, tears streaming down her face and fluids trickling down her thighs.

He thrust into her one final time before withdrawing, as she fell to her knees, tongue extended, while his thick streams of semen erupted onto her face, accompanied by a deep growl that escaped his lips.

Genesis knelt with trembling legs, savoring his sweet essence on her tongue while offering him a weary smile. He paused his movements, observing the remnants of his release on her face, before gripping her throat and kissing her deeply.

The kiss was intense and fervent, her fingers entwined in his hair as they passionately embraced, savoring the sweetness of his essence.

“You so good to me baby, so fucking good.” Jimmy murmured between her lips.

Jimmy held her close as he carried her bridal style into the bathroom, using his foot to close the door behind them. He gently set Genesis down on the sink counter, positioning himself between her legs.

He positioned her legs over his shoulders, aware of her heightened sensitivity—he gently bit her lower lip, tugging it back before diving back into the kiss. He took hold of himself, rubbing his tip against her folds before entering her, eliciting moans from both of them.

“Bo, baby.” Genesis moaned softly.

Their gaze remained locked as her creamy essence enveloped him, allowing for smooth movements in and out like a water slide.

“What baby? What?” Jimmy taunted.

His hips collided with her thighs, their groans intertwining and resonating in the bathroom as he thrust into her, prompting her to arch her back in pleasure.

He was ensuring she experienced every sensation he desired as she bit down on her bottom lip, holding his gaze, fully aware of how much he cherished looking into her innocent eyes.

“Pretty ass keep looking at me, look how I’m good I’m fucking this pussy baby.” 

“Fuck me s-so good d-daddy.”

“Yeah? Daddy fucks you good huh mama.” She remembered him saying that once she allowed him in, she would become addicted to him, and he was right; she became deeply attached to him, as if he were a drug.

He was her heroin addiction.

And so was she.

Jimmy maintained his rhythm as he penetrated her deeper, causing her eyes to roll back and her mouth to open wide, until he lifted her and began thrusting into her slick core.

“B-Bo!” She gasped.

“Un-Huh, take this dick I’m giving you.” She was taken by surprise when he entered the bathroom for a second round, as she had assumed he would be tired, but she was mistaken; he was brimming with energy.

She continuously rolled her eyes back, keeping them shut as waves of pleasure washed over her. It felt as if he was delving deeper within her, gradually unraveling her piece by piece.

Genesis could feel his body connecting with hers, igniting her passion as he kissed her deeply during their intimate moment.

His tongue explored her mouth while her hands tugged at his curls, and with each thrust growing deeper, she felt overwhelmed, as if she couldn't endure it any longer.

“B-Bo baby, I-I C-can’t.” she breathes out while trying to keep up.

He ignored her pleas as he drove deeper, causing her to gasp and moan loudly, the sound of their bodies colliding resonating throughout the bathroom.

She clawed at his skin, causing him to hiss in pain as he bit down on his bottom lip, looking down at her intently.

Genesis experienced a familiar sinking feeling in her stomach, realizing she was about to climax with this man. She sensed he was aware of it as well, given her expression.

He stimulated her g-spot while she tugged at his curls, engaging her with conversation throughout. "you finna cum? go ahead, make a mess on me, mama daddy gotchu." Jimmy was aware of his charm in conversation.

As he continued to hit her sweet spot, she was so overwhelmed by the depth of their connection that she couldn't comprehend the impact she had on him.

“This my fucking pussy huh? Tell daddy this shit belongs to him.” Genesis struggled to speak as she was contorted like a pretzel.

“Talk to me baby.”

“Yess! Yes Bo! This is all yours!” Her fourth climax of the evening enveloped him in her creamy essence, reminiscent of vanilla ice cream, while her legs trembled.

She desperately wanted to escape his grasp, but he held her firmly against the wall, penetrating her deeply and making her feel every sensation.

“Don’t run from me, take this dick mama.” His voice was low and gravelly, nearly breaking as he clung to her thighs for stability.

“D-dadddy, oh my goddd.” Genesis was overcome with emotion as tears started to stream down her face.

Jimmy pressed his lips to her cheeks and then to her lips, attempting to soothe her as his actions became increasingly uncoordinated.

As they became more careless, she felt ecstatic at that moment, tugging at his curls to draw him nearer.

She embraced his damp body closely, feeling his breath on her neck as he planted several wet kisses there, prompting her to moan his name softly in his ear.

He felt himself on the verge of climax as he thrust into her with intensity, and without hesitation, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Shit, I’m finna cum Gigi. Where you want it?” Jimmy groaned as he was giving it his all.

“In me, cum in me Jimmy.” He gazed into her eyes, ensuring she was choosing wisely.

“Mamas you sure? Ion wanna get you pregnant baby.” 

He was unaware that before booking their flight to Atlanta, she had visited the clinic to start birth control, ensuring she wouldn't get pregnant until she felt prepared.

“It’s okay Bo, cum inside of me I want all of your kids.”

She granted him permission once more as he passionately made love to her, seeking his pleasure while burying his face in her neck, savoring her warm kisses trailing down his skin, all the while spreading her further apart and thrusting deeply into her.

“Cum for me daddy, cum.” Her sweet little mischievous whispers.

In that moment, he thrust into her one final time, completely filling her as a groan escaped his lips, while her body trembled beneath him and he shuddered.

He withdrew from her, breathing heavily against her neck as she clung to him, savoring his warm kisses on her neck and cheeks. When he finally pulled away, she looked at him with a hint of concern.

“Why would you let me cum inside of you baby?” Jimmy asked.

“I allowed it because I’m on birth control right now Bo.” Genesis explained.

“You got on birth control? You didn’t tell me baby, I should’ve been there.”

He was right; he ought to have been there, but she didn't inform him, so she went by herself.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, you were busy with your schedule before we even planned this weekend trip.”

He gently set her on her feet, maintaining his grip on her waist as he caressed both sides of her hips.

“Still you could’ve told me Gigi.” She felt a pang of regret for not speaking up, aware that all he ever desired was for her to share her thoughts, even if they were just small matters.

Jimmy gently held her chin and pressed a tender kiss on her lips.

“I’m not mad at you baby, just tell me next time please? I don’t need you shutting me out mama.” She embraced him firmly, nodding her head as he rested his chin on her head and gently rubbed her back.

Following their shared shower, Genesis drifted into a deep slumber on Jimmy's chest, while he gazed at her serene beauty, gently brushing her hair away from her face to appreciate her more fully.

As he was occupied, he noticed her phone illuminate, piquing his curiosity. He picked it up, unlocked it, and discovered a message from an unfamiliar number, suspecting it might be from Zilla.

However, upon reading the message, his entire attitude shifted dramatically.

Unknown Number: Next time yo’ Samoan ass nigga point a gun at me I’ll shoot his ass dead Gigi trust 

Jimmy let out a soft laugh as he set her phone back on the small dresser beside them, settling into the bed together. He was determined to keep his composure in front of her friends, but he couldn't shake the thought that Darrius was in for a surprise come tomorrow afternoon.

Aware that they will stay through the weekend until Monday morning, when they board their flight to a different city.

He quickly picked up his phone and sent a message to Jacari, sharing all the important details.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: Aye we need to handle that little boy toy Darrius tmr you down?

Cari🎯: I’m down fasho been wanting to whoop his ass ever since he been tryna get at Gigi since high school 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: bet yk where he stay at?

Cari🎯: sure do nigga lives in them little ass apartments down the street I can drive us there tmr fasho 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight let’s leave in the afternoon that way Genesis can spend time with yall momma and pops

Cari🎯: aight see you tmr 

As Jimmy set his phone down beside him, he pulled the blankets over their bodies to ward off the evening chill. He leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Genesis's forehead before settling in for a cozy night in bed.

He gently shut his eyes, sensing Genesis stir in her slumber as he drew her nearer, basking in the warmth that enveloped them both, before surrendering to the embrace of sleep.

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yaonlylivonce: girrrrl get his name tatted on you pleaseee or him shi both of yall should do it

gigispovv: @ yaonlylivonce i heard that give you bad luck ill think about it 😭😭

MontezFordWWE: Jimmy bagged a pretty one 

americannightmarecody: I MISS YOU GIGI

gigispovv: @ americannightmarecody I’ll be back on Monday nigga calm down 😂😂

rikishi: the fam misses you Gigi ❤️

gigispovv: @ rikishi tell em i'll visit soon pops 🫶🏽

jackieredmond: so we gonna speed past the fact that they had a time together with that fucking Don Julio in the second pic or what? 😭😭

gigispovv: @ jackieredmond JACKIE 😭😭😭

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a/n: Darrius better watch out Jimmy ain’t no bitch he’ll kill him if he has to. 

but I hope y'all enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

chapter fourteen

previous chapter

[boneapplet]

A Love Born in Blood pt 1

Relationship: Angron x oc/afab!reader

Warnings: slavery, background implied forced sex work, minor character deaths, minor injury descriptions

Word Count: 667

Masterlist

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 | pt 13 | pt 14 | pt 15

               Stomping and cheers sound all around him, the crowd roars like beasts; the slavers laugh and toss coins. Another victory, another pile of corpses. But Angron doesn't feel triumph—only the Nails grinding inside his skull and the growing weight of emptiness. This wasn’t a battle. It was another reminder that he’s a tool, a slave, a freak carved from war. They drag him to the holding cell, bloody and half-conscious. Muscles twitching from overdrive, staining the floor with his blood as they go. He should rest; He should die. Practically collapsing as he takes a seat upon the stone floor.

               Hours seem to have past, but Angron still hasn't moved. Still sitting there in the center of the holding cell, bare-chested, wounds oozing, hands red up to the elbows. The Butcher’s Nails twitch and hiss beneath his scalp like serpents, hungry for pain, denied their feast now that the killing’s done. The guards didn’t even bother to clean him this time. Why would they? He was born for this. The arena. The slaughter. The spectacle.

Teeth grinding as the cell door opens with a groan of rusted metal. Light spills into the chamber. And with it... her. A young lady dressed in soft silks that do nothing to hide the bruises that stain her skin. Chains on her ankles, delicate enough to look ornamental. She walks like someone used to flinching. But her eyes—gods, her eyes are steady.

A guard’s voice snarls from behind the door “The champion deserves his prize.”

Then it slams shut. Lock clicks. Silence. She doesn't speak. Not at first. Just takes in the sight of him—this towering, broken man, slouched against a wall like a dying lion. Setting aside the small basin of water in her hand on the floor, careful, deliberate, as though sudden movements might trigger a death sentence. Her small satchel following suit, revealing its contents to him, bandages, salves, a single cloth.

“They told me you won,” finally speaking, her voice low. “They never send me unless the ‘champion’ survives.”

Angron doesn’t reply. Just breathes, nostrils flaring. Eyes narrowed. Watching.

“You’re bleeding,” she murmurs, stepping closer. “Everywhere.”

He growls. A low, guttural sound. Not words—just warning. She pauses, but then she kneels beside him. Grabbing the cloth from the satchel, she soaks it in the basin. Begins dabbing at a gash along his ribs. He jerks away, but not far. Pain flaring—but not from the wound. From the contact.

“I’ll be gentle,” she says. “If you let me?”

The words hang in the air like something sacred. No one’s ever asked him before. He exhales slowly. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t stop her.

She keeps cleaning, careful not to press too hard. The Nails murmur in his head, confused. They hunger for rage. But there’s nothing to feed on here. Just... quiet hands and steady breath.

“You remind me of my brothers,” she says after a while. “They used to bleed like this. Same look in their eyes, too. Like they were already gone, and the body was just... catching up.”

His eyes flick toward her.

“They fought in the arena,” she adds, having discarded the cloth in the now crimson water as she gingerly applies the salve to his wounds. “Long before you.”

Silence follows then, quietly, Angron says his first word to her “Did they win?”

A soft, bitter smile crossing her face “Not enough.”

The mystery woman finishes tending to his wounds. Packing up her supplies, ensuring not to touch him again. As she rises to leave, he watches her—not with lust. Not with anger. With something unfamiliar. Something that feels like... curiosity.

Before the door opens again, she looks over her shoulder at him “If they send me again... I’ll bring better bandages. And maybe something that smells less like piss.”

And then she’s gone. The Nails are quiet. Just for a moment. He doesn’t know her name yet, but she’s the first person who touched him... and didn’t flinch.

[ephemerensis]

Steamroller // Tim Drake x GN! Reader

happy new year! little enemies to lovers kind of thing kind of (theyre just like on opposite ends and they don’t really know it). stalker update for all interested parties: i think he’s starting to lose interest and give up 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️! also i graduated! yippee! NOT proofread.

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Your favorite nights were ones like these, windswept and carefree as you sped down an empty street on your motorbike. With the last of your tasks wrapped up for the week, it was smooth sailing until the next rotation. Or so you thought before you heard a familiar grating voice bark at you, swinging into the view of your side mirror and chucking something at you.

Switching lanes, you narrowly avoided the batarang that came whizzing by. This guy again. Swinging your bike back around, you pushed the brakes to screech to a halt.

“Nice try bat rat, maybe aim next time!”

If it wasn’t so dark, you’d see the scowl plastered on his face as he stalked towards you. Red Robin hated you, and that was an understatement. Which was fine, you didn’t like him much either.

“Didn’t need to,” he spat. Pressing a button on his suit started up something like the sound of metal scraping pavement behind you. Before you could react, the sharp little object he threw at you came reeling back where it came, and the wheezing sound of your back tire losing air came with it. He threw a grappling hook at you.

“You’ve got to be joking.” In a way, it was your fault for taunting the guy. But this was the sixth encounter this week, if he wasn’t constantly out to get you, you’d think he were in love.

“What were you doing at the rendezvous point Penguin set up?” He stalked towards you, for what you weren’t sure. Sometimes he just wanted to provoke you, other times he’d just go for the swing. But you didn’t have time for that today.

“Intel, not that it’s your business.” You ripped a patch out from your utility belt, slapping it on the tire he just rudely tore a hole in before applying pressure to see if it’d last the way back.

“I’ll decide what my business is.”

“You stalking me everywhere says otherwise.” The tire sank more than you would’ve liked, but it would do. He stopped ten feet in front of you; looks like he didn’t want to fight tonight either. You rummaged through your pockets for good measure.

“I am not stalking you. You’re just where trouble happens to be.”

“Yeah. If that helps you sleep at night.” When your fingers brushed against the smooth plastic you were searching for, you mounted the bike again, turning on the headlights and adjusting your mirrors. It’s important to drive safe. “Anyways! Move.”

“What-“ Before he could finish his thought you pushed on the accelerator, watching him dive out of the way. It’s a shame his reflexes were so fast, if you ran him over he’d be out of commission for at least a month.

You tossed the plastic discs behind you as you sped off, leaving a flush of smoke behind you. He was good, but he wouldn’t be able to trace you with this.

Mercenary work never really was for you, let alone vigilante work. But growing up poor in Gotham and constantly grappling with loan sharks and the other unsavory groups your parents brought upon your family taught you a few things. And you found out you were pretty good at getting things done, the sneakier stuff: spying, stealing, occasionally taking out single targets, the quiet things. It felt bad but being hungry felt worse, survival of the fittest or something like that.

You were so good you paid it all off, and made a profit; enough to get yourself and your brother through college, and give the ol’ crime lords the slip. And things were good.

You liked your 9 to 5 office job, sorting through papers and typing on your laptop. You liked talking to your neighbors and inviting them over on the occasion for taco night. You liked your partner and the cozy apartment you lived in together.

Until your useless brother threw it all away, talking to the wrong people, getting into debt again, throwing around your name where it would mean anything, and it was square one.

So now you’re here. Running from some vigilante freak that has it out for you when you haven’t even done anything all that bad; it’s the people you work for he should be worried about. Instead he wants to breathe down your neck every night of the week, and he fails, every time. Maybe that was why he got so mad, as if there aren’t bigger fish to fry.

When you got back to your apartment, it was almost three in the morning. Slipping in as quietly as you could manage, you breathed a sigh of relief to find all the lights still off. Your boyfriend, Tim, always sleeps with a night light on, something about being scared of the dark. Lucky for you, he worked ungodly hours which made sneaking around a lot easier.

You’d just slipped into your pajamas when you heard the front door open and someone flicked the lights on. You could tell Tim was frustrated by the way he walked, brisk and heavy as he tugged off his coat and tossed his tie into the abyss. But he softened when he saw you, stopping in his tracks with an almost guilty look on his face, like he was sorry for feeling anything but joy in your presence.

“Oh hey, were you waiting up for me? I told you not to.” You shook your head, making your way over to press a kiss to his cheek and hold his hands. They were still cold from outside, the walk from the parking garage must’ve been treacherous.

“Are you okay?,” you asked, running your thumbs over the back of his hands. They were rough hands, surprising for a rich boy, but in your palms they were always so gentle.

He let out a breath, laughing a little before settling into a rueful smile, “I can’t get anything past you, can I? I’m okay. Just work stuff.”

“What kind of work stuff?” You tightened your grip on him, tugging him over to sit with you on the couch. He complied, leaning on your shoulder as he sunk into the cushions.

“Just something I can’t quite… resolve.” He sounded so tired. Business always went well, and Tim was a genius, it was a wonder how he ran into so many problems in the office. Sometimes you wanted to reach into that pretty skull of his and take a peek into his brain, maybe he was just overthinking things, or maybe you’d finally understand that you could never understand. Both would soothe you.

“Yet. Everything works out in time, and you’re the best I know. Can I help?” You felt him tense when you ran your hand over his shoulder, pulling away immediately to check on him. But before you could manage to ask he reached for you, shaking his head.

“No. It’s sensitive material. I’m okay,” he insisted, leaning on you again as he perched his arms neatly where they would fit around you. “Can we just stay like this for awhile?”

It was a good thing he never asked for anything malicious, because you’d say yes to just about anything he asked.

“Yeah.” You’d never known power so intimately before you held his skull to your chest. The way he surrendered himself and was whole, shedding the burdens of his responsibilities entirely to be vulnerable for a moment. But it was coupled by an intense fear, that his trust was rare and very easily abused or misguided if you weren’t careful. And if you weren’t, it felt as if he wouldn’t ever be vulnerable again.

“Thank you, and I love you,” he whispered. Your tired, hardworking boy.

“I love you more,” you answered.

It turns out the “I’m okay” business was a massive tri-colored bruise that bloomed on his left arm. He was careful to hide it, and if you didn’t wake up a little earlier than usual you would never have known. You didn’t ask, clearly he didn’t want you to, but you were concerned— and moreso curious. He did spar with his siblings, this you knew, but they’d never do something like that to him. Maybe he was sleep deprived and got stuck between the elevator doors somehow, you wouldn’t put it past him. If you had time later, you could check in while he’s in the office, drop off dinner or something to make sure he wasn’t getting picked on.

You got up an hour after him, as you always did. There was a rhythm to your morning routine that you adored, it was comfortable; reliable. Tim made the coffee, and you made breakfast. When you first moved in together he’d offered to cook, being the one to get up first and all, but he was hopeless. Anything beyond instant noodles was a fire and food safety hazard. And you made a mean scrambled egg.

You cooked so he did the dishes, a compromise you never objected to— it was your least favorite house chore. You’d loop his tie for him when he was done, and he’d kiss you on the forehead to leave first. Your job started a little later.

At least it would if you hadn’t requested a temporary leave of absence while you worked for Gotham’s worst. You had to report whatever intel you gathered yesterday night to Black Mask. He’d have another assignment for you after, you were sure. But if you were efficient with these things, it could all be over in a month or so.

That’s what you told yourself as you waved him out the door. Thursday nights Tim usually got back at a human hour, if you could wrap up business early you could be home by the time he was too.

Black Mask was waiting for you by the time you got there, unsurprisingly. It never got easier looking at him, freakish and impossible to read, behind his skeletal metal teeth.

“Penguin’s plan?” He’d asked before you had the chance to fully enter the room, eager as ever to maintain his grasp on power. Breathing isn’t worthwhile unless you’re winning he told you once.

“He wants to spread some influenza with his birds. It’s not serious, but the cure he’s selling is. It’s highly addictive and one of a kind. I got photos on this drive.” You placed it on the man’s desk, pushing it towards him as far as you’d dared. “He’s colluding with the woman who runs the second biggest pharm-tech company in the city. It has a six week timeline, some of it was in motion last week so five from here out.”

“Okay.” Without missing a beat he’d already decided your next assignment, “get me the cure.”

“Four people have access. A team or a raid would be better suited.” You took a breath to answer him. This wasn’t possible, at least not easily. It wasn’t a job you wanted to take, and it wasn’t practical. Money wasn’t Black Mask’s pursuit, it should’ve been enough just to thwart his enemies, not profit from them.

“I don’t pay you to argue.”

You had to swallow the fear that crept up your throat. Fear of death was always within reach, that much was obvious when you took on mercenary work, but the fear Black Mask brought on was a little more primal. Something instinctual you had to ignore.

You couldn’t take this job. The both of you knew it would go over the hours you were signed for, anything that could arouse suspicion from your normal life was carved into stone as off limits. Tim couldn’t know, that was the rule. And this assignment could take you weeks, “…it breaches our contract.”

“I pay overtime. And let me remind you, you’re in no position to say otherwise.”Disagreeing twice was a hefty endeavor and the man was right, you had your brother to consider. It’s always funny, the way you think you have any say in things. “Get me the cure.”

You didn’t have time to pack up, leave a note, or meal prep dinner. It was burdensome to disappear, at least a little. But Tim would be okay; hurt, but okay. It’s not like he’d miss you terribly, he was working over-overtime as it was, and you hoped he would forgive you when you got back.

So you vanished. It was quiet work, mostly tailing people to get a lead, working to worm your way in to the right social circles, sorting through files while people slept.

Red Robin was looking for you, or at least investigating your activity. He’d have caught you a few times now if you weren’t more focused on working during the day. Not that he knew what was going on, that much was evident. Not that he would be able to do anything if he did run into you again anyway, that boy just kept losing. Or maybe he didn’t want to win.

It was hard to know what his objective was. Just that he thought you were bad news and made things harder than they needed to be. But he did intrigue you. Righteous Red Robin never fought dirty and it was a little flattering how he was insistently so hot on your trail. Maybe you’d tease him about it after this whole ordeal and he could throw another grappling hook at you.

It only took two weeks to gather enough standing in Penguin’s sphere to have access to his office. With all the snooping you’d done, you knew every possible password and key you’d need to access the files for Black Mask. If you broke in tonight, you’d be by daylight. Theoretically.

So you took to it. It wasn’t hard to break in once you knew where everything was. Nothing was terribly discreet, just about as hidden as valuables would be in someone’s home. Getting into the main computer was a breeze, you’d talked up enough patrons and underlings for them to spill every access code they knew. As you slipped in a USB to transfer the remaining files you needed, a familiar set of footsteps sounded behind you.

Brisk, decided, and determined to be quiet, you knew he was lurching forward with a right hook before you had the chance to turn around. You jerked your body out of the way before he could make contact, putting as much distance between the two of you as you could manage. Thankfully the file transfer already started before he rudely interrupted your heist, you just needed to buy time.

“Can we not do this today?” You couldn’t help the annoyance creeping under your skin; Red Robin’s timing couldn’t have been worse. If he’d shown up ten minutes later you would’ve been gone. Of all the times to barge in, he chose to when you were just about done.

But he was faster than he usually was, before your thoughts could finish flowing through your skull he was throwing something at you again; muttering a sharp, “shut up,” in tandem. A gasp left you as it grazed your cheek, he’d never drawn blood before, even so minutely.

Before you had a chance to react he was on you, swinging his staff with enough force to kill a man. It was all you could do to avoid it before the next swing came, overbearing and deadly, unlike you’d ever seen from him. Any ounce of annoyance left in you evaporated in favor of fear and adrenaline, he was angry.

“What is your problem? If this is about running you over, I knew you’d dodge it!” The knives you had tucked away in your boot straps were useless, you didn’t have time to reach for them and even if you had them there were no openings to intervene. With a stroke of luck, he hit the wall hard enough for his staff to get stuck, giving you enough time to make a run for the window. The files would have to wait.

Just as you were reaching to pull up on the windowsill, a batarang caught the fabric of your shoulder, pinning you to the wall. Another grazed your outreached hand, distancing you further from your escape route.

If you were scared of Black Mask, you were terrified of Red Robin. Or at least, this state of him. You’d never noticed before how the whites of his mask looked like headlights, barreling towards a sundered deer. With whatever cognition you had left, your uninjured hand reached for the dagger in your boot, but you were slow and he wasn’t feeling gracious. He grabbed your wrist with one hand, pinning it next to your shoulder, and with the other he jerked you forward by your collar.

A glimpse of metal hanging on your neck made his scowl deepen and you winced for whatever he would throw at you next. But instead of a punch or getting hit with a blunt object, you felt the release of pressure when he snapped the dainty silver chain from you.

“Where did you get this?” he barked. There was something off about the way he said it, untethered. The necklace in question wasn’t something controversial; a chain with a pendant Tim had inscribed with his initials next to yours.

It wasn’t particularly valuable, nothing anyone would steal, but it meant something untouchable to you. Exactly eight months into dating he told you he loved you for the first time and presented you with it. The letters were rough around the edges from mistakes in sanding and carving when he etched the metal for you himself. And now it was being dangled in front of you, a reminder of all you could stand to lose if things went wrong. So easily snatched from you, as if they never belonged in the first place.

“Give it back.” You moved to sweep your leg under his feet, kick him, whatever you could to get it back and get out. It wasn’t fair in the slightest, he should know it wasn’t something to steal. But he just tightened his grip on your wrist and kneed your ribs once hard enough for you to keel over and stop moving.

“Where did you get this?” His anger was building, you could hear, but you didn’t care much anymore. He didn’t have the right.

“It’s mine,” you spat through gritted teeth.

“Liar.” A pang of confusion hit you, as if this were something to lie about. He was in your face now, and you glared back behind your own mask. If he didn’t back off soon you had half a resolve to bite his nose off. “What did you do to the owner? This is your last chance.”

Like Red Robin could do anything to you. You felt like a dog backed into a corner, sure enough. But upper hand or not, no one wins in a fight against a rabid dog, even if you manage to put it down.

“And I’m telling you for the last time, it’s mine.” But if you get put down, you can’t crawl back. The courage behind your words was starting to sound like desperation. “My boyfriend gave it to me and you need to give it back.”

And then your resolve was gone altogether, a plea more than a demand, for absolution. Your voice quivered on the last few words, maybe it was for the better, it seemed like that was the only part he heard anyway.

The blood in your wrist started flowing again as he let go of it, looking at you with something akin to terror. Swallowing lead, you considered taking the chance to run; rip the sleeve that was caught and book it. But something held you there, vulnerability? Or some deviant of the terror he was feeling. Your legs wouldn’t move now.

He was slow in reaching for your mask. You must’ve been slower, because you didn’t stop him. You couldn’t do anything at all, not with the way your heart was pounding in your ears. Everything in you was screaming all at once, but you couldn’t understand a thing they were saying and it was getting hard to breathe.

You squinted to adjust your vision once the mask was off, and something wet slid down your cheek. Dust must’ve gotten under the thing, you weren’t one to cry.

“Y/N?” He’d caught you and you let it happen. You heard the chain clink on the floor, and you were so sorry to Tim that you let it happen. Soiled something he put time into. Maybe it was fitting, you always took that boy for granted.

You flinched when he reached for you, pressing your eyes shut. But Red Robin didn’t cuff you like you expected. Knock you out, threaten you, chain you to a street lamp outside for the police to collect. Instead you felt arms wrap around you, hefty and secure, a welcoming warmth in juxtaposition to the cold, stagnant office air. And you knew these arms, and you knew this feeling, and you knew this scent.

“Tim?” It came out like a squeak, you didn’t intend that.

And then his head was buried in your shoulder again, his spot as it’d always been. “I thought someone took you.”

He took the liberty of freeing you from the wall first, and you dropped to the floor. Your knees felt like jello. It made sense, some of it. The late nights and the injuries.

“Without a ransom note?” you murmured. You didn’t know what else to say. It’d been Tim the whole time.

“Don’t joke.” He knelt beside you, tucking a stray strand behind your ear. After the shock, the guilt came barreling in. You caused his injuries. You got in his way. You ran away without saying anything. You’d been hurting him the whole time.

“I’m sorry.” You squeaked for the second time. After the guilt was the confliction. You didn’t know to do. Half reaching for him, half shying away.

So Tim grabbed your hands, stilling you completely with just that. He pulled a strip of cloth out of his belt to wrap around the palm he cut moments before. It was shallow, nothing that would scar.

He was probably as confused as you were, quiet to sort out the events as they’d unfolded— and the before. There was a lot to ask and a lot to explain, you wouldn’t know where to start. And if you did start, you didn’t know if you could stop. It was too much. You were tired. There were time constraints. The first bit of reality slipped itself into your mind, the two of you weren’t the only two in the world and you were here on a job. “Please don’t ask, I’ll tell you when I have the heart but please don’t ask. I might cry. I’m sorry.”

“You’re already crying.” His thumbs brushed your tears away as if just to prove it. But they stayed after, running the pad of his fingers over your cheeks for as long as you’d let him. A soothing pattern.

“Am I? I’m sorry.” Your eyes were locked onto him, and you knew he was looking back even if his eyes weren’t visible. The longer you stared, the more the tears seemed to flow. And you couldn’t fathom why you were crying.

“For what?” He said it as if nothing were wrong, and that’s all it took for the dam to burst. Flinging your arms around him to cry your worth into his shoulders. You didn’t deserve this boy.

“I love you,” you sobbed.

“I love you more,” he answered.

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Uchusen Vol.184 (Spring 2024) Bakuage Sentai Boonboomger | Detail of Super Sentai ft. Main Cast & Staff Interviews (translations below)

Publication: April 1, 2024

Iuchi Haruhi x Hayama Yuki x Suzuki Miu

"First, regarding the three of you, we'd like to ask, what motivated you to pursue the entertainment industry and acting in the first place?"

Iuchi: When I was in my second year of middle school, I saw the TV drama "Death Note" starring Kubota Masataka-san, which motivated me to become an actor. When I was in elementary school, I was really lacking confidence and always wanted to be someone other than myself, so when I saw Death Note, I felt that I could become someone else if I was an actor.

Hayama: I joined my current agency at 16 after being contacted in Osaka. At the time, I wanted to become a hairstylist, and at first I was thinking of turning down their offer, but the agency contacted me for over six months, and my mother said, "Since they're going this far, why don't you take atleast one audition?" And so, I took it and passed, and now I'm sitting here (laughs). I can say this now, but I did my first job without knowing what I was doing……But as I did it, I learned to enjoy the work, and from there I decided to become an actor.

Suzuki: When I was little, I was a regular reader of "Nicola," a fashion magazine for middle schoolers, and I'd carry it with me everywhere I went every day. It started when my sister recommended that I audition as an exclusive model. I applied when I was in my fifth year of elementary school and made it to the final round, but was rejected there. I was so disappointed, that I applied on my own the following year and was accepted.

"Why did you decide to also pursue acting after joining as a model?"

Suzuki: It started when I took acting lessons at my agency. At first, I wasn't very good at the lessons, but after 2-3 years, I had a moment where I felt that acting was fun. It all started with something trivial during a lesson, but from there I wanted to become better, and now I'm working hard at acting.

"Have you watched any of the previous Super Sentai or other tokusatsu productions?"

Hayama: I loved "Kamen Rider Kabuto," and had the transformation items for all the Kabuto Riders and I used to play with them with my younger brother.

Iuchi: I also watched alot of them. My house was full of Kamen Rider toys and my cousin's house was full of Super Sentai toys, so we used to play with them at each other's houses. I remember "Kamen Rider Wizard" being my favorite.

Suzuki: My older sister liked Super Sentai, so because of her, we used to watch "Mahou Sentai Magiranger" together. The other day, when Director Watanabe Katsuya asked me, "Have you seen any of the older tokusatsu shows?" I said, "I watched Magiranger!" and he said, "I used to film that too." I was deeply moved and happy to think that I'm now creating new heroes together with the people who created heroes for me to admire when I was a kid.

Hayama: Someday, we'll also become the ones who people admire.

Suzuki: I want to become one!

Iuchi: There's no doubt.

"What were your first impressions of Boonboomger?"

Iuchi: When I saw the materials for Boonboomger at our meeting, I felt that the designs and naming were back to the "taste" of the old days compared to the recent Super Sentai (laughs).

Hayama: When I read the script, my impression was that Boonboomger would be a cheerful and easy to understand show that both parents and children could enjoy together.

Suzuki: When I first saw the visuals, I thought it was quite original (laughs). It's like it was etched into my mind at first sight. The tires being slapped onto their faces leaves an unprecedented impact.

"How do you feel about the characters you're playing?"

Hayama: I had heard that he was a really cool character, and that's what I thought when I read the script, but as the story progressed I couldn't help but wonder……Is Ishiro really that cool? (laughs). My impression of him changed.

Suzuki: Mira is an innocent, energetic and cheerful mood maker, and I get the impression that she's similar to me. I think it's very easy to play, and that I'm able to project what I have into the role.

Iuchi: My first impression of Taiya was that he was interesting but difficult. When I read a script, to form my first impression, I often think about how the character's personality is similar to that in an anime or movie, but that didn't come out at all with Taiya. Gradually, I'm trying to find my own version of Taiya.

"What were your first impressions of each other?"

Iuchi: I've been together with Yuki-kun since the audition. I was Red and Yuki-kun was Blue, which is a common combination, and while everyone at the audition was nervous, my first impression of Yuki-kun was that he was sharp, cool, and very much Blue. It's completely different now (laughs).

Hayama: Hey?! (laughs).

Iuchi: Once I got to know him, there wasn't a hint of coolness (laughs).

"What about Suzuki-san?"

Iuchi: My first impression at the meeting was that she's someone who pays close attention to her surroundings, and she gives off the image of treating each person in the way they'd like to be treated.

Suzuki: That was your first impression?! I'm glad (laughs).

Iuchi: My impression of Suzuki-san hasn't changed (laughs).

"Hayama-san, what about you?"

Hayama: As Haruhi mentioned, I often worked with him from the early stages of the audition. I wasn't aware of it at first, but Haruhi had also passed the audition, and I was happy that the partner I was competing with for so long was there. My first impression of Haruhi was that he was a quiet person. But when it comes to acting, his voice changes, or rather, the way he speaks changes. His on and off switch is amazing. Now that I can see more of Haruhi's natural side, the image I get is that he acts appropriately for his age (laughs).

"What about your impressions of Suzuki-san?"

Hayama: The four male members of Boonboomger are surprisingly shy, and when we're unsure of what to say, Miu-chan will talk to us and bring the four of us together, so I have the image that she's a caring person. Now, she's surprisingly outspoken and is showing new sides of herself.

"Suzuki-san, what are your impressions of these two?"

Suzuki: Haruhi-kun has a very distinct voice. I got the impression that he was someone who spoke in a very calm and comfortable tone. Also, at the first costume fitting, when they asked if anyone had any problems with their costume, Haruhi-kun raised his hand and said, "I don't know how to walk in these sneakers." The heels on Taiya's sneakers are about 6cm high, and I was really impressed by the way he walked in a very unusual way, without bending his knees, he looked like a penguin (laughs).

Iuchi: They had a high bottom like heels. I've never worn heels before, so I didn't know how to walk in them (laughs). I ended up having the insoles lowered so I could walk safely.

"What about Hayama-san?"

Suzuki: My first impression was that he was a cool person. It's different now (laughs). He's very silly, very meddling, and an interesting Kansai person.

Hayama: How strange (laughs).

"Filming has progressed and we think you've gotten a feel for your characters, but what parts of your performance are you mindful of?"

Iuchi: As mentioned earlier, I still haven't fully grasped Taiya himself yet, but I decided to create Taiya not by thinking about him, but by thinking about the kind of character he is when he's with "this person." I'm getting to know Taiya through his relationships with the people around him, such as the sense of distance between him and Ishiro, and between him and Mira.

Hayama: There are many things about Boonboomger and our character's pasts that I can't talk about yet, but I've had the opportunity to learn more deeply about Ishiro's relationships and the way he interacts with people, and thanks to that, I feel I have a better grasp on my performance as Ishiro.

Suzuki: It's a small detail, but when I speak with a loud voice, my voice tends to come from higher up. However, Mira is an aggressive kid who's always moving forward on her own, so I try to act with the image of putting her voice forward as much as possible. When I saw the broadcast of the first episode, I felt that my voice came out too high, so now I'm trying to express Mira's momentum by bringing my voice forward.

"Did you two get any feedback on your performance from watching the finished footage?"

Iuchi: Taiya's a character who isn't overly emotional, but the Director pointed out that I was too conscious of this and that there was little intonation in my line delivery. When I watched the first episode again, I realized that when the sound effects and BGM were added, my dialogue was drowned out and lost. My voice is loud during battle scenes, but I thought it sounded kind of monotonous in other scenes. I felt that alittle more inflection and speed could be added from the time I'm Taiya before transforming into BoonRed.

Hayama: For me, it was more a reflection than a new discovery. At first, there were parts where I didn't fully understand what the Director was saying, but after watching the footage, I finally realized what it was he was trying to say. I'd like to make the most of it in future shoots.

"After watching the footage, It seems that everyone's performance may change in future episodes. So, is there anything you'd like to challenge yourself with in Boonboomger?"

Iuchi: I'd like to act with more emotion. Like Mira, she's happy, angry, or sad to the fullest, Taiya hasn't had a scene like that yet, so I'd like to try it.

Suzuki: I'd like to try the so called "swapping episode." The other day, we all practiced for a possible situation where our roles have been swapped. For example, I tried predicting what Ishiro would be like in Mira by saying certain lines. So, if there was a swap, I think everyone would be able to do it at a pretty high level (laughs).

Hayama: For me it's action. The first time I practiced action, it was so difficult that I couldn't imagine what it would be like to film it while acting and saying lines. But, I think I can learn alot from it, so I want to give it a try.

"And finally, please tell us some key points to watch out for to make Boonboomger even more enjoyable."

Hayama: Some may feel that Ishiro is a cold person based on his attitude toward Mira at first, but he's a character kinder than anyone else. He doesn't view things with a biased perspective, and is a man who treats people with respect. So, as the story progresses, please pay attention to the relationships between Ishiro and the people around him. I especially hope people look forward to his relationship with Mira.

Suzuki: The five of us are all unique, and if we were in the same class, we would never belong to the same clique. What will happen to these five going forward? I think we may clash with each other when we're together, but how will we change and "become one color"? I'd like you to pay attention to that.

Iuchi: I'd also like you to pay attention to the battle scenes. The staff told me that they place importance not only on coolness, but on how to incorporate a comical touch to the coolness. The voice actors adlibs are also amazing, for example, in the first episode, Mizuki Nana-san, who plays Ittasha, adlibbed "Ka-click" before saying "Ignition," and Matsumoto Rica-san, who plays Bundorio, also adlibs, which is always fun. Because I've read the scripts, I can see that there are alot of lines that aren't in them, and I think you can especially see that in the battle scenes. I'd be very happy if you could pay attention to the comical side within the coolness.

Saito Ryu x Soma Satoru

"First, please tell us how you both became interested in the entertainment industry and acting."

Saito: When I was in my second year of high school, I won the Grand Prix in the Junon Superboy Contest, and that's when I entered the entertainment industry. When I was in middle school, I had the opportunity to think about my career path, but at that time I couldn't find what I wanted to do. However, I admired heroes and wanted to do something to help others, and after that I studied to become a high school teacher. Still, since we only have one life, I wanted to do something even bigger, so I applied to Junon, and that's when I decided to pursue a career in the entertainment industry.

"Does that mean you admired (super) heroes? Did you watch tokusatsu shows?"

Saito: I watched Super Sentai and Kamen Rider. Heroes who purely fight for the sake of others are cool, I admired them. Boys like that kind of thing even after they grow up, don't they? I thought that I wanted to get a job where I could protect people, like a firefighter, policeman, or a school teacher who leads people.

"BoonBlack, who's also a police officer, is a perfect role for Saito-san."

Saito: This character is the very embodiment of my dream!

"Soma-san, what about you?"

Soma: When I was in high school, I was thinking about what I wanted to do, but nothing came to mind. I thought that I might be able to change if I came to Tokyo, so I moved to Tokyo, found employment, and worked in sales for four years. I had alot of connections during that time, and as I worked at my current agency, and was given the opportunity to do things like model, my desire to do acting grew stronger……and that's how it all started.

"What kind of roles do you want to play?"

Soma: I'd like to play characters who are psychopaths (laughs). Genba Bureki isn't a psychopath, but he's a mysterious person whose true identity is unknown, so I think there are some similarities. I've always wanted to take on a role like that, so I'm really looking forward to discovering many new things about myself by playing the role of Genba.

"Saito-san, you said you admired heroes, so can you tell us about the tokusatsu shows you watched during your childhood?"

Saito: I'm from the generation of "Engine Sentai Go-onger," but I was really into "Kamen Rider Ghost." I love historical stories, especially "Romance of the Three Kingdoms," so I was waiting to see if any generals from the Three Kingdoms would appear in Ghost.

Soma: I used to watch "Kamen Rider 555" and "Kamen Rider W," and for Super Sentai, I still have the "Ninpu Sentai Hurricanger" book that I got in preschool at my parents house.

"Soma-san later made an appearance in Avataro Sentai Donbrothers……"

Soma: After playing the role of a playboy (the one who tried to pick up Sononi in episode 8), I finally became a hero this time (laughs). The first filming location for Boonboomger was the same for me in Donbrothers, so I thought, "This is where I was picking up women!" It's kind of inappropriate to say though (laughs).

"When it was announced that the two of you would be appearing in the next Super Sentai production, including your family, what was the reaction from those around you?"

Saito: I didn't tell my family until the very last moment before the production announcement. On the day of the announcement, I told them in a video call that, "I'm going to be playing the role of Black in the next Super Sentai." My father, mother and older sister froze for a moment and then burst out laughing for some reason (laughs). They congratulated me, but then my mother immediately said, "More importantly, there's no snow in Akita, so we can't make snow huts (kamakura)." I thought, "What do you mean more importantly?!" (laughs). No matter how hard I tried to explain it to her, my mother kept talking about snow huts. Especially since I don't come from a family that makes a living off building them (laughs). Still, rather than them expecting too much, I think I preferred it being this easy, so I didn't feel any pressure.

Soma: I think my mother was particularly pleased. Also, my older sister has a 3 year old child, so I'm hoping that when they're older, they'll watch Boonboomger. I want to tell them that their uncle is a Boonboomger.

Saito: If my nephew asked me to "Henshin!" I think I'd do it immediately (laughs).

Soma: I'd call Ono Yukimasa-san (BoonOrange's Suit Actor) to transform for me (laughs).

"What were your initial impressions of Boonboomger during the auditions?"

Soma: At the time of the audition, I didn't even know the name "Boonboomger" yet. However, when I read the script, I felt that the atmosphere would be alittle different compared to recent Sentai.

Saito: I went into the audition thinking that I wanted to be Red, but my image of Red was that from older productions……I imagined Red as a super hot blooded and serious character, but Taiya isn't like that at all. Rather, I'm more like Jou, and as a result, I perfectly fit into his character (laughs).

Soma: Since I'm 27, I didn't aim for Red. I have the impression that recent Sentai casts include older members among the younger ones, so I was auditioning with a pinpoint aim for that position.

"Did you two meet each other at the audition?"

Soma: We met in the third or fourth round of the audition, right?

Saito: I remember my impression at that time. Satoru-kun was really mysterious and I didn't know what he was thinking. Because it was an audition, everyone was very intense, but for better or for worse, only Satoru-kun was just mysterious. He was so laid back, but he had such a strong presence that I thought, "Who is this guy?" That's why I was scared of him at first. But when I talked to him, I found out that he wasn't like that at all (laughs).

Soma: He spoke clearly and had a fresh feel to him, and I felt at ease knowing that he wouldn't be playing the same role as me.

"What are your impressions of Red, Blue and Pink?"

Saito: To be honest, from the beginning of the audition, I felt that Haruhi and Yuki-kun were Red and Blue.

Soma: That's for sure.

Saito: Haruhi's voice and way of speaking are truly Red. The moment I heard his voice at the audition, I immediately "shifted gears" that Haruhi was already Red (laughs). It's not good to focus solely on Red, as Yuki-kun's way of speaking and personality are also Blue. Then I thought about what I could do and gave it a try.

"What about Suzuki-san?"

Saito: I'm not very good at remembering women's faces and names, and I don't really remember much about Miu-chan from the audition……However, I was impressed by a girl who gave me a fist bump, and later I found out that that girl was Miu-chan (laughs).

"Now, please tell us about the characters you're playing."

Saito: Jou's a character with a high amount of freedom, and I'm often asked to adlib or "try something" on set. It's a really incredible role, but it's difficult. The other three male members are cool or mysterious and don't show much emotion. Jou shows his emotions, so I try to express them through my face and body, but it's still difficult. I'm learning how difficult it is to express myself, because I sometimes feel that I'm not expressing myself well, or that it's unnatural. I hope to bring out more of the pitiful and clumsy, yet still lovable character of Jou.

Soma: Up to the current episode that's aired, there are many aspects of Genba that even I don't understand. However, he's the kind of character who will reach out to you when you need him, so I hope I can express both his sketchiness and kindness. He's a character I've never played before, so it'll be difficult.

"What are you mindful of when playing your roles?"

Soma: I'm the oldest of the Boonboomger members, and Genba is also older than the other characters, so I'm conscious of giving off a sense of seniority by speaking in a calm manner. And then there's being suspicious (laughs).

Saito: I feel that Jou's a character that's as close to me as possible, and I think it'd be good if I could bring him closer to me. However, when I try to express Jou's straightforward feelings, I find it difficult to do so. Because the character is so close to me, it's difficult to express the parts of him that are different from me.

"Was there anything that the Director told you during filming that left an impression on you?"

Saito: Director Watanabe Katsuya told me, "You're a rugged and passionate guy like the old Reds, give it your all." I was happy and could feel the Director's passion.

Soma: Genba's hair is orange and permed, so the Director's first order to me was, "I don't want him to come off as a player." I was conscious of the way I spoke and the tone of my voice, keeping my voice low so it doesn't sound too loud.

"Have you spoken with the post transformation Suit Actors?"

Saito: At the beginning of the story, when Jou doesn't appear much and doesn't transform, I didn't have much of a chance to talk to Shige-san (Ito Shigeki). However, I had alot of performances where I was suspended by wires, and Shige-san gave me advice on how to move.

Soma: I can't talk about BoonOrange in detail yet, but I'm trying to make him look more mature while talking with the Suit Actor Ono Yukimasa-san and the Directors. Other than my own role, I'm paying attention to the performance of the Nejiretta. Within Boonboomger, I like the Nejiretta the most!

Saito: Satoru-kun imitates the Nejiretta any chance he can get (laughs).

"Going forward, is there anything you'd like to do in an episode of Boonboomger, or is there anything you'd like to try as an actor?"

Soma: I'd like to do a swapping episode, which may become an annual thing. I'd like to play a character that I'd never play, someone like Mira.

"In our interview with Suzuki-san, she also mentioned that she'd like to do a swapping episode. However, she predicted that Ishiro would be in Mira (laughs)."

Soma: She's been taken (laughs). But, it'd be fun to swap characters with anyone.

Saito: You love the Nejiretta so much, that you'd swap with one of them (laughs).

Soma: I'll go all out when the time comes! (laughs).

"Saito-san, what about you?"

Saito: I'd like to do a battle scene before the transformation. Of course, I want you to see Black's battle after his transformation, but I also want to fight myself. I've been taking action lessons and I think I can do some basic things, so I'd like to do some pure action scenes. I hope the time will come when I can show you the results of my daily muscle training (laughs).

Soma: When changing clothes, everyone else changes in the dressing room, but he changes his clothes on set and shows off his muscles (laughs).

Saito: I'll pull myself together and make sure I'm ready for you all to see me without being embarrassed (laughs).

"And finally, could you tell us about some key points to watch out for to make Boonboomger even more enjoyable?"

Saito: I think Super Sentai in recent years has had many heroic action scenes, and the Robo battles are also very powerful. I hope you'll enjoy the real thrill of tokusatsu. And then there are the Sanseaters. They're not just villains, but rather, lovable characters who are somewhat clumsy, so I think you'll enjoy it even more if you pay attention not only to us Boonboomgers, but also to the enemy characters.

Soma: Don't forget the Sanseaters and Nejiretta (laughs). The members of Boonboomger have distinctly different colors and personalities, so I think you'll be able to discover new aspects of each character every time. I'd be happy if you enjoy discovering these new aspects of every character each time you watch.

Producer Kuji Yoshito x Main Writer Tomioka Atsuhiro

"Kuji-san has been involved in the production of many Super Sentai series, but this is his first interview with this magazine. May we ask about your background?"

Kuji: I joined Toei in 2011, and was one of the rare new employees at Toei who loved tokusatsu (laughs). I was involved with "Space Sheriff Gavan The Movie," and for Super Sentai, "Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger" and later "Shuriken Sentai Ninninger," but after that, I was transferred to the Educational Video Department and was separated from tokusatsu. Last year, I heard about the use of LED walls in King-Ohger and was very interested, so I gathered information within the company and visited the filming location. I don't think this had anything to do with it, but I was later transferred to the Drama Planning and Production Department and joined the team as a Producer for King-Ohger. As a tokusatsu enjoyer, this was something I couldn't have hoped for, but on top of that, as I was entrusted with the job, I was told that, "You'll also be the Chief Producer of the next Sentai…"

"In addition to the production currently being aired, he'd soon take charge on a new one…! Did you have an idea who the Main Writer would be at that point?"

Kuji: I originally loved "Battle Spirits," which Tomioka-san wrote for. Because of that impression, I was hoping to work with him someday. So, as soon as I started thinking about the new project, I consulted with Tsukada Hideaki, who had worked with Tomioka-san on the anime "Fuuto PI" as Chief Director, and said, "I'd like to meet Tomioka-san! Please introduce me!"

Tomioka: Suddenly, I received an e-mail from Toei, so I assumed it was a request from Toei Animation.

"Tomioka-san has participated in many productions by Toei Animation, such as ONE PIECE and Dragon Ball Super."

Tomioka: When I read it carefully, I was so happy that I jumped up and down because it was a request for a live action production, which I had longed to do. However, there was no mention of the "to" character for "tokusatsu" in the e-mail, so when it was decided that we would meet……I wondered if I'd be able to write about "Kasouken no Onna." After hearing about the Super Sentai series, I wanted to write a live action drama, which is why I originally entered this industry, and furthermore, I wanted to write a tokusatsu hero story, so I said, "I'll do it!"

Kuji: He was very enthusiastic. I was also very happy because we were taking a chance. Joining in on Tomioka-san's high motivation, the conversation proceeded at a rapid pace from there.

"What was the reason you originally wanted to write tokusatsu?"

Tomioka: I love toys! Even when I was working on my debut work in anime "Brave Exkaiser," I was collecting toys of the Gattai Robos. I always wanted to write a tokusatsu show that's closely intertwined with the toys, but I could never find the right opportunity to do so. And then, Kuji-san approached me. I had written stories for various productions in the past while keeping pace with the toy release schedule, so there was no trouble in creating the story. When I heard that the motif this time was cars, I was excited and thought, "I can do car action!" but then I calmed down and realized that you can't really do car crashes in the city nowadays. Nagahara Hideichi-san, my Scriptwriting mentor, wrote "Seibu Keisatsu" in which they drive an armored car through Ginza and had car action, so I'd like to create a world like that someday (laughs).

"It was decided from the beginning that cars would be one of the motifs, right?"

Kuji: Although the keyword was ultimately decided after discussions with TV Asahi and Bandai, I originally wanted to use "creative" as a keyword. Of course, there are many Sentai productions that use cars as a motif, but if we were to upgrade them to modern values, I thought it would be possible to incorporate the "manufacturing" that children are familiar with from videos and games. For example, in the past, the super machines would be given to them by a large organization or an unknown entity like, "We'll give this to you guys!" So instead of that, I thought that building and riding machines from their own hands would be an easier choice for admiration in the modern day. From there, I expressed to Tomioka-san this desire to portray a team doing something creative while gathering together for a mission.

Tomioka: In other words, it's like "Fast & Furious" (laughs). In addition, it's tempting to make cars talk as a way to appeal to younger viewers, but if you're really conscious of the fact that they're cars, it's better not to make them talk. I wanted to express that a machine is the best it can be because of the awesome power of the human driver. Also, in addition to the Boonboom Cars, the five of them would've had a car (through production), and I suggested that their occupations be car related, but that didn't work out……As you can imagine, we can't send out five cars all at once.

"At the same time as Tomioka-san, was pilot Director Nakazawa Shojiro also sent an offer?"

Kuji: When I was thinking about the image of the heroes I wanted to create, I wanted a Director who would take the direction I had created with Tomioka-san and push it even further beyond our imaginations. I think that Nakazawa-san is a Director who adds twists to the story, not just pure coolness. I asked Nakazawa-san to direct the pilot because I wanted him to take Boonboomger to a place where my sensibilities couldn't go. Besides, Tomioka Atsuhiro x Nakazawa Shojiro was the combination I most wanted to see. This combination is "alchemy" at its finest.

"Because of the use of LED walls in the previous work King-Ohger, we think there was more filming on set than on location. On the other hand, in this production, there's alot of filming on location due to driving cars. What were your guidelines for filming?"

Kuji: They really pushed King-Ohger to the limits to see how far they could go with their technological capabilities. This allowed the staff to share the work "calories" for each process. As Tomioka-san mentioned earlier, it's difficult to produce five regular theatrical cars. However, I had alot of discussions with the staff about the possibility of producing many Boonboom Cars by using assets (3DCG model data). Live compositing is used to represent the Boonboom Cars cockpit, the highway space, and the maintenance room. While considering sustainable work calories, I thought about how to produce the best image in a timely manner.

"In the first episode, Mira joins the Boonboomger and the story begins with a three member team. How did you come up with the story?"

Tomioka: We were thinking of doing something that would be most pleasing for children, our main audience, in other words, the classic battle hobby for boys. Taiya and Ishiro, and even Bundorio were already a team, and were strong from the beginning. In my experience, this structure, where it's important to be strong from the beginning, and then add the newcomer Mira to further strengthen them, is something that children feel good getting into. When I heard Kuji-san's idea of each person being a car related professional, Shirakura Shinichiro-san, who happened to be present at the meeting, said, "It's like the Hissatsu series." Actually, I love the Hissatsu series, and Shirakura-san's words made me really excited, thinking, "I can do something that I've always wanted to do but haven't been able to do!" I hope I can portray adults that children will admire to become. The style that's often depicted in the Hissatsu series is that a newcomer (Mira) joins the professionals, and the pasts of the other members are slowly revealed. Then it naturally becomes a story about the bonds of the team. The story line of Boonboomger is moving in an increasingly interesting direction as we incorporate ideas from other Scriptwriters one after another.

"Looking back at the Super Sentai series over the past few years, Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger, Avataro Sentai Donbrothers and Kikai Sentai Zenkaiger have been written almost exclusively by a single Scriptwriter. Tomioka-san, you're working with multiple Scriptwriters to create Boonboomger, what's your goal?"

Tomioka: I believe that by incorporating ideas that come from other people, not just myself, the characters will be able to develop. I'd love to write all the episodes by myself, but I think it's more appropriate if this production is written by a team of multiple people. Besides, it'd be boring to keep the heroes I've always wanted to myself. The style I like is to call my friends and then we all go wild in this new world together. First, since I was approached for "Fuuto PI" by chance, I was sure that Higuchi Tatsuhito-kun, who was in charge of the composition for the Fuuto series would be invited. Additionally, I approached Yamaguchi Hiroshi-san, who worked with me on "K-tai Investigator 7," once the project had been decided to a certain extent. Yamaguchi-san also writes to the extreme at full power. When I came to the Toei Tokyo studio with Yamaguchi-san, he said, "You're always on the opposite side, right? (at Toei Animation)" (laughs). Also, we have a younger man named Morichi Natsumi-san participating. Higuchi-kun and I are inspired by each and every tokusatsu scene, and our members have a deep and reassuring love for the characters. I've also reached out to Konuta Kenji-san, a former Writer for "Uchusen," and I'm hoping to work with this team until the final episode. There's also the fact that each of us wants to write only for the characters we have a strong attachment to (laughs). Like the Sanseaters……

"We'd like to ask you about the enemy characters here, but the Sanseaters seem to have a formation that we've seen in a production that Tomioka-san has worked on…….?"

Tomioka: Team Rocket from "Pokemon," right? (laughs). This time, due to various restrictions, the enemy doesn't have a hideout, so I wondered what kind of enemy I should make…..When I thought about it, I suddenly remembered the Greeed from "Kamen Rider OOO" and Heart and the others from "Kamen Rider Drive." Every time they're in some unknown place, they're talking to each other. When I thought about if I could get any inspiration from that……I came up with Team Rocket. I thought, "Villains who sleep outdoors!" (laughs).

Kuji: It was Tomioka-san's idea. There was no reason to hit the brakes anymore. We all stepped on the gas during the meeting.

Tomioka: To begin with, Yamaguchi-san and I grew up watching "Himitsu Sentai Gorenger," so when we think of Sentai enemies, we got the impression that they're monsters who are abit stupid and do interesting things.

"Listening to his story, we can see that Tomioka-san, who is an authority in children's productions, is putting into full use what he's cultivated. However, you haven't worked on a tokusatsu show since K-tai Investigator 7, and this is your first time working on a Toei tokusatsu production. Did you feel at a loss in that respect?"

Tomioka: In "K-tai," the enemy wasn't monsters. The main focus was on fighting hackers, and the only thing "tokusatsu" was the cell phones (Phone Braver) moving. In contrast, in the Super Sentai series, there are monsters, they become giant, the heroes announce themselves, they transform, and…..alot of other things. I thought I knew what I was getting into, but when it came time to actually write the script, it was difficult.

"There's something you have to do each time."

Tomioka: That's right. On top of that, in order to create something interesting, we received a variety of ideas from tokusatsu Director Butsuda Hiroshi for the giant battles, as well as feedback on what to do with the regular sized battles from Directors with past experience. The interesting part is the drama part, where the Directors don't often express their opinions. Therefore, when thinking about the drama part, I prioritized what Kuji-san wanted to create. I think this is the biggest difference from anime.

"Do you mean that you put the Producer's opinion first?"

Tomioka: In my experience, it's rare for a Producer to lead a production by himself, because in the case of anime, the opinion of the author is important if it's an original story, and the opinion of the Director or series creator is important if it is an original production. However, when Toei's tokusatsu shows are first announced, fans are always wondering who the Chief Producer is, aren't they? It's refreshing to know that fans are also paying attention to who will lead the production.

Kuji: That's what Tomioka-san says, but from my point of view, I'm being too dependent on him. Normally, the Chief Producer of Toei tokusatsu productions usually leads the discussion in meetings, but Tomioka-san took my opinions into consideration and organized the discussion by saying, "This is what you want to do, isn't it?" By incorporating the opinions of other Writers, he makes it even more interesting by saying, "This one's more explosive!" I think this is reflected in the footage in a good way. Maybe this is a style that hasn't been used in the past 47 series.

Tomioka: Come to think of it, in anime, a series composition chart is created to show what happens from the first episode to the final episode, but it seems that they don't usually prepare one for the Super Sentai series.

Kuji: Even though we have a rough idea of what we want to do, it has a strong "live" feel, so there's a possibility that we'll have to adjust the story halfway through.

Tomioka: I couldn't help but be anxious about that……So, before writing episodes 3 and 4, I told Kuji-san, "I want to decide how the story will develop until the end." Of course, taking into consideration the scheduled release of items and Robos, I made a series composition chart, and decided to some extent how many episodes with Taiya would be depicted in the series. But basically, we hope that everyone will enjoy each week's explosive episodes. And then, I'd be very happy if you thought, "That was fun! Let's play with toys too!"

"Boonboomger is finally airing, and it's going to be a year of excitement. We'd like to ask you about some key points of interest that readers who are looking forward to Boonboomger can enjoy even more."

Kuji: Boonboomger is a show that'll cheer you up when you watch it. The staff has put together what they think is "cool," so whether you're an adult or child, there's sure to be a key point in each episode that'll stick with you. We're working diligently on this production, hoping that it'll be a show that'll allow people to absorb the exciting energy on Sunday mornings and look forward to the following week. We'll continue to rev our engines so that we can provide excitement to everyone of all ages and genders!

Tomioka: I see this production as a story of friendship between Taiya and the alien Bundorio, and a growth story depicting the relationship between the Boonboomgers. In addition, as a toy lover, I'm excited to write about how much I can make the Boonboom Changer and Gattai Robos more appealing. Of course, we'll do our best to bring out the charm of the untransformed actors and make this a production that'll make children want to play as Boonboomgers. Now that they've finally started running, where will they go from here? I'd be happy if you look forward to watching them all year long!

[f1goat]

his teammate + lando norris x part nine

In which you find yourself getting closer to your brothers new teammate who's a dick.

lando norris x fem!verstappen (sister) + cursewords + smut

Y/N: fuck lan

Y/N: it’s insane how hot you look on the podium

Lando: meet me in my drivers room.

Y/N: sure? What if someone sees?

Lando: now babygirl.

Excited you walk towards Lando his drivers room. This was exactly the response you hoped for. The race has left you all worked up. You didn’t expect it to have such an impact on you. Last week you barely saw Lando and in the race weekend it was even harder to have time alone with him. But after seeing Lando on the podium looking like that, you seem to care a bit less about risks like this. 

When you open the door, Lando is already standing close to you. He’s quick to pull you into the small room and shut the door behind. Before you know it, he is all over you. You feel Lando his lips onto your neck. He’s leaving small kisses everywhere. 

“Fuck Lan,” you sigh when he sucks on a bit of your skin. He removes his lips from your skin, you’re quick to change your position. You drop on your knees, making your intentions quite obvious towards Lando. He smirks. You wait for him to pull of his race suit. Something that doesn’t take him too long. He’s standing in front of you in his briefs in no time. 

You bring your hand to his briefs, slowly you palm his already hardened member through them. Lando lets out a soft groan. “Don’t tease,” he mutters. You show him a small smile before removing his briefs as well. His member springs free on instant. You bring your hand towards it, slowly you stroke him.

“You looked so hot on the podium,” you tell Lando again. 

“Maybe I should fuck you on the podium once,” Lando replies boldly. 

You laugh, “I’d like to see you try.”

Lando lets out a moan when you take the tip of his member into your mouth. You use a bit of spit to make sure you can slide easily around him with your mouth. Slowly you start to bob your head a bit and take him in and outside your mouth over and over again. Lando grunts. You use your hand to stroke the bit you can’t fit into your mouth. You increase your pace. 

“Fuck babygirl,” Lando moans when you start to suck a bit more. He lets his hands slide through your hair, before grabbing a few loose strands. He pulls them softly. It causes you to look up at Lando. He shows you another signature smirk, something you start to grow fond of. 

You increase your pace once more. If you’re right, Lando can come every moment now. You notice his short breaths and the soft moans that keep coming out of his mouth. You use your free hand to apply a bit of pressure onto his balls. Softly you knead them a bit. That was all Lando needed. The simple movement pulls him right into his orgasm. 

Lando stays silent while he watches you. He sees the way you suck him empty and how you lick the last drop of his cum away. He realizes how different things are with you. Of course he had blowjobs before - a lot even, but not one of them felt like this. He almost worries about who caused you to be this good at it. He helps you stand up and guides you towards the small sofa in the room. Together you sit down in silence. Lando pulls you close towards himself, causing you to lay onto him. Not that you mind.

“If that was only a celebration for P3 I can’t wait to win a race,” Lando jokes to you. 

“Was it okay?” You ask nervous, “I never did something like that before by someone else.”

“You never did that before?” Lando asks confused, he needs to make sure that he heard you right. He can’t believe his ears at this moment. He probably just heard what he wanted to hear. 

“Only last time with you,” you answer, “and now.”

“Fucking hell babygirl,” Lando sighs relieved, “you’re a natural.” 

It’s insane how good he feels now that he knows you have only done that for him. Only for him. That must be the best thing he has heard today. Even better then his third place. You look up at Lando and notice his smile. Without thinking about it you press a kiss against his lips. Lando pulls you even closer against himself.

+++

“Where were you?” Max asks you. 

You try to think of some excuse. Fuck, you’re the worst right now. Max just won a race and you were busy with giving his teammate a blowjob. Lando shows up behind you. 

“Sorry I stole her from you,” Lando tells your brother, “I had a question about a present.”

“A present for who?” Max asks him interested, “Have you found a girlfriend?”

Lando doesn’t answer anymore, he just winks at you and Max while he walks away. You let out a relieved sigh. He really saved you. 

“I must confess, he’s really getting better,” Max tells you, “I even start to like him.”

“That’s great,” you reply to Max, “I think he’s trying.”

“I think so too,” Max says, “and maybe I need to try a bit more as well. I’ll ask him to come over for dinner when we’re back in Monaco.” 

“That seems nice,” you answer. Fuck how are you going to manage a dinner with Lando and your brother without showing Max what’s happening between the two of you? You sigh. 

“What kind of present was he looking for?” Max asks you. 

“Uh, to be honest something for you,” you improvise. You almost slap yourself. That’s the worst answer ever. “For the win or something,” you continue to lie.

“That’s nice.”

Max walks off and you pull out your phone as soon as you can. Quickly you type a text to Lando.

Y/N: you might have to get Max a present

Lando: you’re the worst liar ever

Lando: you better help me think of something

+++

“I miss you,” Lando sighs.

You feel your cheeks reddening. At the moment your FaceTiming with Lando, something the two of you do quite often. 

“And you look really cute when you blush,” Lando adds before you can respond to his earlier statement. 

“I miss you too,” you tell him, “but in a few you’ll come for dinner, right?”

“Yeah, but that’ll be even harder,” Lando replies, “It’s hard for me to act like there’s nothing going on between us.”

“We really need to act tonight,” you say, “Kelly is also here and she notices those things way better then Max.”

“Yes, yes,” Lando laughs, “You have only told me that like a hundred times before.”

“Sorry,” you reply with a grin. 

“I promise I’ll behave,” Lando says, “but only if no one starts about Pierre again.”

You get Lando his words. A few days ago you got another text from Pierre, asking you for a date once again. You kindly replied that you weren’t interested, but it seemed like the message wasn’t clear enough. He keeps reaching out to you every day. Not only by text, but also on other socials. He replies on your Instagram photo’s as well. Something Lando really dislikes. Fans are already starting rumors about Pierre and you. Dating rumors even. 

“Even then you need to behave,” you tell Lando.

Lando groans annoyed. You laugh at him. 

“When are you free to do something together?” Lando asks you, “Because I really want to see you without others around.”

“Tomorrow?” You suggest. 

“Deal.”

“Now I really need to get ready,” you tell Lando, “so I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Okay babe, see you later.”

A small hour later you’re ready for the dinner. You couldn’t help yourself and dressed up a bit more then you’d do normally for a casual dinner. While looking at yourself in the mirror you spray a bit of perfume on. The dress you’re wearing fits you nicely, but is a bit more on the wide side then normally. The skirt is floating around your legs. It’s a dark blue color, something that reminds you of RedBull. Maybe you should wear it to a race once. Camera’s are on you a lot there and fashion is getting more and more important on track. 

When you walk downstairs, you already hear the bell ringing. 

“I’ll get it,” you yell to Max and Kelly. That will give you a small minute alone with Lando. You walk towards the door and open it. Lando is quick to look at you. 

“Fuck you look good,” he tells you quickly. 

“Does every compliment need a curse word?” You ask Lando jokingly.

“They show how much I mean it,” he replies. 

You press a fast kiss against Lando his lips. Then you take him towards the dining room with you. Lando looks around while walking in Max his apartment. He notices different photos on the wall and is quick to spot you on a couple of those as well. 

“No Jos?” He asks you while still looking at the photos, “At least not on the same photos as you’re on,” he adds.

“That’s a longer conversation,” you tell Lando, “but I’ll explain it to you, maybe tomorrow.”

Lando can’t reply to you anymore, Max and Kelly are already standing close by the two of you. Lando thinks about his own family issues, he only told his friend Max about those. Maybe it will be nice to talk about it with you as well? It seems like you also have some problems. It doesn’t surprise him a lot, he didn’t officially met Jos but he already has an opinion about the Verstappen father. 

“Hey!” Max greets Lando enthusiastically. Kelly is quick to greet him the same way. Lando hands Max a gift bag. You almost laugh about it. He is saving your lie. You didn’t even think about that anymore.

“I uh,” Lando starts his sentence, but he’s quick to fall silent for a bit. This isn’t his thing, but he knows he needs to do this. “I wanted to thank you for the second chance,” he continues, “I know I’ve been an ass and don’t really deserve it. So thanks I guess.”

Max is stunned. Kelly also looks surprised.

“That’s unnecessary,” Max says eventually, “but I appreciate it man. It goes both ways, I’m glad we fixed things.”

Lando gives him a small smile. In the mean time Max unwraps the gift. You smirk when you notice it’s something for his cats. It seems like Lando picked out a present which you normally give to an old cat lady, but thank god you brother is one of those as well. Max instantly starts to smile. He unwraps the cat treats and toys while talking about how amazing it is. 

Dinner flies by. You’re surprised by how much Lando and Max are talking with each other. It almost seems like they’re friends. You think about how Max will react when you’ll tell him about Lando and you. Maybe it’s better to wait a bit longer. Now Max is starting to like Lando, that’s better. If they keep this friendly with each other you could tell your brother.

When Lando leaves Max is talking full enthusiasm about him and how the evening went. Kelly beams and agrees with him as well. They both talk about how much Lando has changed in such a short time.

“I wonder for who,” Kelly says after a while.

“For the team I guess,” Max replies.

Kelly laughs loudly. “RedBull is great Max, but not that great,” she says, “this isn’t for the team, there’s someone else.”

“Someone else?” You ask surprised.

“A girl,” Kelly answers, “boys don’t change like that except when they’re in love with someone.”

“You think?” Max asks.

“Look at yourself Max, you changed a lot since we started dating,” Kelly explains, “I’m not saying it’s all for the girl, but she’s probably the reason behind his motivation.”

Could it be that Kelly is right? Then you should be that girl, right? Is Lando changing this much for you? He did tell you that he is trying to better himself for you. You start to blush when you think about it. 

“Who can it be?” Max asks, “I haven’t seen him with a girl for a while.”

“It can be that he isn’t dating her, maybe he’s just in love,” Kelly replies.

“Maybe it’s you!” Max suddenly says while looking at you. “He’s always interested in you lately,” Max adds to explain himself, “like he asks about you a lot.”

“I don’t think so,” you stammer.

“I wouldn’t rule it out,” Kelly replies, “he looks at you a lot.”

“He does not,” you reply.

Max and Kelly share a glance with each other. They’re both thinking the same, but they’re not telling you about it. They know it will come later.

+++

Later that night you’re texting with Lando while making yourself ready for bed. When you pull of your dress, you notice a new text message from Lando popping up.

Lando: did I behave good enough?

Y/N: you were the best

Y/N: you should have heard them about you, they were really excited!

Lando: sooo how will you thank me?

Y/N: thank you?

Lando: i did something for you, so now you can do something for me ;)

Without giving it a second thought you look at yourself in the mirror. You look at your matching black lace lingerie set. Then you snap a photo of yourself. Quickly you send it to Lando.

Lando: fuuuuck princess

Lando: i can’t wait to have you for myself tomorrow 

Y/N: ;)

part ten

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