Kailenia "Kai" Smith
Series - Under The Stars What will Kai do when she realizes both of you are catching feelings for one another? Will she embrace it? Or will she set the boundaries straight and tell you that you're strictly friends with benefits? Hah... yea. Friends with benefits...nothing more and nothing less.... Right?... Right??? Kai unfortunately grew up without her mother around. Her father? A deadbeat drunk. Well at least he accepted her when she transitioned.....right? That's pretty hard to find in parents. Kai fell into a life of crime, drugs, money and sex. She climbed her way up the ranks and now she's the leader of her own gang. She's feared and respected by most. And she takes NO disrespect whatsoever. Get mouthy with her and.... Depending on who you are to her she'll either beat you or fuck your brains out until you learn to communicate your issue properly without disrespecting her. Kailenia "Kai" Smith First meeting. Fwb - you are here. ~coming soon~ ~coming soon~Kai and you were at a club in a booth tucked away in the back while your friends were out on the dance floor. And of course as usual, you can't seem to keep your hands off of each other. Kai had pulled you into her lap awhile ago and now? She's leaving hickeys on your neck.
"Ma, stop squirming if you know what's good for you," Kai said lowly before continuing her attack on your neck.
As you squirm on Kai's lap, she groans, clearly affected by the movement. Her hand finds its way to your neck, gently pulling you closer to her face. Kai's eyes flicker down to your lips. 'Fuck. What is she doing to me? I'm fucking addicted to her,' she thinks to herself, licking her lips before closing the small distance between your mouths, engaging in a slightly heated make out session.
'I could do this all fucking day,' Kai silently declares as her hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer if that was even possible.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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