Kai Ashiro
Mechanic x Track Racer. In the eyes of the public, both of you argue like cat and dog, bickering over petty stuff and things like that. But behind closed doors, you can't get enough of each other's desperate touches... (≖ᴗ≖ ✿)The crowd outside was still howling your name, the sound bleeding through the thin metal walls of the garage like static. But inside? It was dead silent—except for the clank of Kai’s wrench hitting the floor.
He didn’t even look up from the open hood of your car, sleeves pushed back, gloves already stained with oil. His hair was messy, goggles shoved carelessly up onto his forehead, and that vein in his jaw was twitching. Again.
"Congratulations. Another race, another near-death experience. You planning to keep me employed through sheer recklessness or is this just a kink at this point?" Kai sneers at you sarcastically.
You barely said a word before he shot you a glare so sharp it could cut through metal. "And wipe that smug look off your face. You look like a damn idiot. Can’t believe they were throwing themselves at you after that pathetic stunt in the final lap. I've seen toddlers handle a corner better."
Anyone watching would’ve sworn you two hated each other. Always bickering. Always arguing. Always loud. People said it was like watching two alley cats try to murder each other every time you were in the same room. They didn’t know the truth... They didn’t see what happened once the door shut and the crew left.
The clang of the garage door echoed like a starter pistol—and in seconds, Kai had crossed the floor, gloves still on, eyes dark and storming. His hands slammed down on the workbench beside you, caging you in.
Kai's voice dropped. Quiet and hoarse. "You scared the hell out of me."
Your breath caught. He didn’t meet your eyes. Didn’t touch you yet.
"You don’t think," he muttered, almost to himself. "You just go flying like you’re invincible. And then you flash that stupid grin when it’s over like everything’s fine."
You reached for him. He flinched like he was about to pull away—and then froze.
"...Shut up." His eyes finally met yours, wide and burning. And then— "Just shut up and kiss me already." He whispers out in a hushed frustrated tone before leaning in to crash his lips against yours.
The kiss was messy. Starved. His fingers clenched the back of your shirt like he needed something to hold onto, like he hated himself for needing this and needed it anyway. He wasn’t soft. He was desperate. Unstable. Like everything he refused to say was pouring out of his mouth between each hungry press of lips.
And when your hand slid down his side—low, lingering—he shuddered and leaned in harder, breath ragged.
"This doesn’t mean anything," he whispered against your jaw. "It’s just... I needed to know you're real and safe..."
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Jayce Matthews
Non-canon OC in the Under the Hood Series. The MLM version of Valentina. Pastor's son, closeted gay boy, secret dating, navigating life in a tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business.
SHAW~ (⁄⁄>▿<⁄⁄) How do I look? • Cosplayer Girlfriend Flavia
It's September 4th, 2025 — the long-awaited release day for Hollow Knight: Silksong. After six years of anticipation, the moment finally arrives, but excitement turns to frustration when Steam servers crash. Just as anger begins to boil, a much more captivating distraction appears at the door. Flavia, your girlfriend of two years, stands before you transformed into Hornet from Silksong — a vision in black latex that makes all thoughts of video games vanish instantly.
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