#Everyday I surprise myself with everything I do in the kitchen

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chris giving reader the princess treatment

My Baby

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is Chris’ baby, and he would do anything for her. Even if it means walking in the rain because he loves her🌱

Warnings⚠️: None but like this shit gave me butterflies and this isn’t even my man LORDDD😭😭 also it’s kinda short

Song for the imagine: So Into You- Tamia

I really like what you’ve done to me

I can’t really explain

I am so into you

I slid my socks on and grabbed my purse and phone, quickly spritzing myself with perfume as I shut the light and walked out my room.

Placing my phone and purse down my apartment door rattled with the knock of a fist. I slowly walked over to the door and opened it. Smiling as I saw Chris

“Hi baby” he said leaning down and pecking my lips

“Come in” I said moving out the way for him to walk in

I walked ahead of him and let him shut my door, turning around to be surprised with a bouquet of flowers.

“Chrissss” I said with an open mouth and bright eyes

“For my princess” he said winking at me

“Thank you my love” I said taking the flowers to the kitchen and placing them in a vase with water

“You’re welcome baby” he said leaning on the island as he watched me place them on the counter

“I just have to put my shoes on and then we can go” I said

I grabbed my purse and phone and walked over to the shoe rack, Chris tracking behind

I couldn’t slip my foot into my platform uggs, so I placed my hand out to balance myself when suddenly Chris grabbed my hand and helped me balance myself

“Thank you” I said looking up at him as I placed my other boot on and he nodded while smiling

He opened the door for me and let me walk out, shutting the door behind me and allowing me to lock it.

“Before we go to the mall, do you want to hit up Starbucks?” He asked me as we walked down the stairs

“Yes my love” I said looking back at him

When we got to his car (ik he can’t drive but shhhh) he opened the passenger door for me allowing me to get in before shutting the door

Hopping in he backed out and we made our way to my local Starbucks. Waiting in the drive thru line as we talked about what was new which wasn’t much because I saw him about everyday.

We ordered our drinks and he paid.

“Thank you but it should’ve been my treat” I said taking a sip of my coffee

“You pay? Don’t ever say no outlandish shit like that again” he said raising a brow at me

“Chris please” I said playfully smacking him

We opted for an outdoor outlet mall because it would be less crowded. Chris parked and came to my side opening the door and grabbing my hand to help me out

I was wearing leggings with no pockets and brought a small purse so I was struggling carrying my phone, coffee and bag.

Before crossing over to the street Chris’s grabbed my purse and held it for me

“I can hold it” I said laughing

“I got it, you’re struggling to hold everything” he said looking both ways so we could cross

“It was fine babe” I said walking across the street

Chris slowly came around me walking on the outside and keeping me close to the parked cars.

“And beat me looking this stylish holding your bag? I mean look at me I’m a babe” he said posing with the purse

“That is true, you do look cute” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Case settled” he said winking at me as we walked towards some stores

Chris and I were shopping for a bit, and anything I grabbed he took and got me. I appreciated it, but this boy was treating me too well.

“Christopherrrrr” I whined as he got on the line to check out

“Y/NNNNNN” he whined back looking at me

“Why are you buying me everything” I said huffing at him

“Because you’re my girl? And I want to spoil you” he said shrugging his shoulders

“But you always spoil me and plus I have those boots in black” I said pointing to the platform uggs I was currently wearing

“Okay and now you have them in blue duhh” he said smirking at me

It was a pointless argument because he would never tell me no. So I sucked it up and let him buy me my shoes.

We went to a few stores he liked and I was able to return the favor and get him some shoes and shirts that he liked.

The mall had a restaurant, so we decided to eat dinner and relax our feet.

“Thank you Chris for everything you do, I really appreciate it” I said taking a sip of my soda

“Of course baby I got you” he said nodding his head

“Want to spend the night?” I asked him

“Yes” he said almost instantly

“Good and then we can take a bubble bath and I’ll give you a back rub” I said smiling at him

“Ouuu you’re too good to me” he said caressing his heart

“And maybe even- but I was cut off my him

“Maybe even a dick rub?” He said laughing

“Christopher” I said bluntly giving him a glare

“I’m kiddingggg I’m just joking” he said laughing

“Yeah you better be or you can sleep on the couch” I said pointing my finger at him

Chris and I had finished our dinner and he decided to get a dessert. Our personal favorite. a warm brownie with vanilla ice cream.

“This is why I love you because you let me get dessert Nick and Matt never let me get one” he said frowning

“Aww my poor baby” I said pouting and rubbing his chin

The waiter came back with our dessert, but they only gave us one spoon. There was something so intimate about sharing a spoon. It seems corny, but the idea always gave me butterflies. To be so close and in love that sharing a spoon didn’t seem gross or weird.

Chris took the spoon and cut the brownie getting some ice cream with it and brought the spoon towards me. I opened my mouth and he put it in my mouth.

Being fed dessert by the love of my life was not on my bingo cards, but I’m glad it was happening.

We sat sharing the dessert, my eyes darting to him as he looked out the window licking the brownie off the spoon like it was nothing. It made my heart explode and my stomach flutter. I mean sharing a utensil is nothing compared to the things we’ve done, but it made me flustered….

Soon after we finished and when the check came he almost immediately snatched it from the table not letting me take a glance.

“I just wanted to look” I said

“Yeah right I know your trick your pretty eyes can’t fool me” he said looking at me over the checkbook

I playfully rolled my eyes and smirked.

After paying we grabbed our bags and walked outside and realized it was raining

“Oh shit” I said stepping back under the awning

“Give me the bags and I’ll go get the car” Chris said

“No it’s fine I’ll walk” I said looking at him

“Babe just give me the bags and I’ll be back” he said taking the bags from me

Chris quickly walked to the car across the street, smiling to myself at his actions.

About five minutes later he drove up to the restaurant putting his hazard lights on and getting out. Running over to me with a hoodie in his hand and placing it over my head as we ran to the car. He opened the passenger door for me allowing me to get in without barely getting wet

However Chris was soaked when he got in the driver seat.

“Aww Chris you’re all wet I feel bad” I said as he put the heat on and drove off

“It’s okay baby I’ll change at your house” he said looking at me and smiling

When we got back to the house we placed our stuff down and headed to the bathroom. Taking a warm bubble bath together to warm ourselves up. Chris shampooed my hair for me and me rubbing his back as we indulged in the warm water.

I was soo in love with him and all he does for me<3

The End

I’m just rolling these bad boys outttt. I hope you enjoyed this one. The rest of my stories are all Matt LMAOAOA😭😭 love yall 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 11 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley has a surprise of his own. And while you're already not feeling well, he hates to bring home some bad news for you.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, angst, and swearing

Length: 4400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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When you heard Bradley pull the Bronco back into the driveway, it was well past noon, and you had finally managed to get up and get dressed for the day. The trip to Maryland had you exhausted, both mentally and physically. You felt like you could sleep for the rest of the day as you rubbed your eyes behind your glasses.

Tramp ran for the front door when he heard Bradley coming inside. "I'm glad you're back, Roo. He needs to go out for a walk," you called from the kitchen where you were making yourself some fresh coffee. "Do you want some coffee?"

He came in wearing jeans and a tank with his Hawaiian shirt draped over one shoulder. And he had a hesitant grin on his face.

"Why are you wearing that?" you asked as you stirred cream into your coffee. "I thought you went golfing. Jake even texted me and told me you were doing an abysmal job, and that you lost six balls on the fifteenth fairway."

"Last time I ask Jake for a favor," Bradley muttered under his breath. He pulled the Hawaiian shirt away from his body, and you saw that his right bicep had plastic wrap around it, taped in place against his skin.

Your lips parted but no sound came out. You instinctively knew he had a tattoo on his arm that wasn't there this morning when you were in bed together, but you couldn't turn those thoughts into words. He took a step closer to you, and you met his eyes.

"What did you do?" you asked softly as your heart pounded. 

Bradley held his arm out and flexed his bicep against the plastic wrap for you. You were looking at a brand new tattoo alright. On the inside of his bicep. A paper airplane nearly the size of your hand, with Baby Girl written across it in a pretty script.

Where your tattoo was a dainty, private ode to the love of your life, his was bigger, bolder, and out in the open for everyone to see. 

"I hope you like it, Baby Girl, because it's not going anywhere."

"You didn't have to do that," you whispered, but you knew you were smiling now as you ran your fingers across the plastic.

Bradley pulled you against him so suddenly you squeaked. 

"Never thought I'd fall in love. Never thought I'd settle down. Never thought I'd be with someone who makes everything better. I never thought I'd love someone or something enough to get it tattooed on myself, but here we are, Sweetheart."

You kissed him softly and whispered, "You must really love me. That's a big tattoo."

"I'm going to love you forever. And I want everyone to see it," he said, guiding you back against the island. When you opened your mouth to say something, he put his finger over your lips and shook his head. "Not your tattoo though. That one's just for me, right?" 

His voice was so deep and raspy, and his finger was still on your lips. You had to squeeze your thighs together, you were so turned on. Of course he noticed right away and wedged his thigh in between your legs as he started to devour your lips. 

You rocked your body against his leg and whimpered as Bradley started to undo his belt, but you pulled it through the loops and dropped it to the floor. Then you added his tank to the pile just before he dropped to the floor on his knees in front of you. 

"This one is just for me to see," he told you as he eased your sweatpants down. You weren't even wearing any underwear which made him grin up at you before he kissed you all over your tattoo. Just as you were getting used to his mustache against your hip, he moved his mouth to start licking your pussy, and you let your fingers drag through his hair before gabbing on. 

"You're really wet, Baby Girl," he remarked, licking it all up. 

"You got a tattoo for me! Of course I'm wet!"

He muttered, "Now you know how I felt yesterday," before getting you off with his mouth. 

While you were still enjoying the waves of your orgasm, Bradley was helping you step out of your sweatpants, and next thing you knew, he had you sitting on the very edge of the island. And he was fucking you with his jeans and underwear down around his knees with his shoes still on.

"That's so fucking hot," you mumbled when you looked at his arm. He slammed into you hard, and it felt like you were going to topple off the edge of the counter. "Bradley!" you screamed, wrapping your legs around him and digging your manicured nails into his back. 

He moaned so loudly next to your ear as he fucked you harder. "I got you, Baby Girl."

You were still so sensitive from your orgasm that everything he was doing felt overwhelming. You dragged your fingernails down lower on his back, and he groaned your name with his face tipped toward the ceiling. But he was fucking you so hard and pulling you toward the edge of the counter at the same time. 

"Bradley!" you screamed again, this time with a laugh. 

"I told you I got you, Baby Girl." He did have a vice-like grip on your body with his left arm, but you still dug your nails in again as he railed you until you were screaming. 

Bradley pulled himself out of your grasp, and you felt your nails dig along his back again as he was suddenly tipping you back against the island and pulled your shirt up. 

"Just for me," he groaned as he stroked himself three times and came all over your tattoo. You watched his cum coat the skin along your belly, hip and pussy, covering nearly all of the ink. 

As his cum dripped onto your thigh and the countertop, Bradley leaned down and reached for your face. "I love you. So much," he promised, kissing along your lips and cheeks as he stroked your jaw. "I was ready to tattoo myself with your name as soon as we met. I don't want you to think there's any other reason I got this today than the fact that I love you so much I want everyone to see it. Okay?"

"Okay, Roo," you told him as he rubbed your cheek with his nose. "You've never given me any reason to doubt you."

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Bradley cleaned you up and carried you back to bed, because you told him you were still tired. But when he set you down in bed, you reached out and unwrapped his tattoo. 

"I just want to touch it for real," you whispered with a grin, tracing the black outline of the paper airplane and then tracing the letters with your index finger. "I really like it. It looks like it belongs on you."

Bradley kissed you and tucked you in before taking Tramp out for a walk. They walked for five miles along the beach, and he texted Nat and Jake a photo of his tattoo. 

Natasha Phoenix Trace: That looks permanent. Hope she never decides to leave your ass. 

Jake Hangman Seresin: You owe me a drink, because I covered for you in the most believable way. 

Bradley just sighed and tucked his phone away. Only forty eight more days until he was going to marry you. He wondered if you called Mav today or not. You were still so tired from being away, he figured you hadn't. After a moment of hesitation, Bradley decided to call Maverick on behalf of both of you.

"Bradley. What's up, kid?" he asked after one ring.

"Mav. I have a favor to ask of you. Actually, we have a favor to ask."

"What do you need?"

"What are you doing the day after Thanksgiving?" Bradley asked with a smile as Tramp pulled him up to the water's edge.

"Your bride-to-be invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner. Not doing anything the day after that I know of."

"Can you keep a secret?" Bradley asked, and his smile grew. 

Mav paused for a beat. "This sounds a little suspicious."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Bradley. I can keep a secret." He was starting to sound exasperated, and Bradley was trying not to laugh. 

"It's apparently very easy to get ordained online. Feel like officiating my wedding?"

A longer pause. "Are you serious? Of course I will."

"Thanks, Mav. I appreciate this. I'll get you more details. But it's top secret for now."

When Bradley was finally heading back to the house, he was kind of sweaty, and his shirt was clinging uncomfortably to his back. He was hoping you were awake so he could tell you that he got something checked off of the wedding to-do list. And he was hungry and craving something homemade for dinner. He'd been eating cereal and oatmeal all week. 

But you were still sound asleep, so he crept quietly into the master bathroom and peeled his shirt off. He checked in the mirror to see why his back was stinging from the sweat.

"Oh, shit." You had really dug your nails into his back earlier, and there were a few long marks that you had made going up and down his back. Your pretty manicure was actually lethal. He decided to just skip a shirt while he went in search of some food. 

Pancakes. He could make you both some pancakes. But before he started on that task, he realized it was after 6:30 and you were still sleeping, so he went to check on you again. As he let his fingers trail across your face, he realized you felt warm. A palm to the forehead told him you had a fever. Your neck felt a little clammy when he touched you, and now he was pretty worried. 

"Sweetheart," he whispered, repeating himself until you started to stir.

"What?" you groaned, rolling fully onto your back and looking up at him. 

"Can you sit up? I want to take your temperature."

You just nodded and sat up with your eyes closed, and you let him take your temperature when he returned with the thermometer. 

You looked exhausted, and you let Bradley rub your back while you waited. His tee shirt that you were wearing was all sweaty, and now you were practically falling asleep again. 

"Almost 102. That's a pretty high fever," he told you, and you just nodded in agreement. Now Bradley felt kind of bad for working you over so hard in the kitchen earlier. You must have picked up some sort of bug while you were away. "You need to take the day off tomorrow. Let me get you some water and Tylenol."

You just kept going along with everything he said, which was so unlike you. When he offered to make you pancakes, you told him you weren't hungry. When he offered to make you tea, you agreed to have a mug along with a few crackers. 

"You need to text Bickel," he told you as he climbed in bed next to you. "Tell him you won't be in tomorrow."

"Can you do it for me?" you asked, your voice so small as you nibbled on a cracker. "My head hurts."

He kissed your ear and reached across you to get your phone from the nightstand. After he texted your boss, he got up and plugged your phone in. 

"I'm going to tell your parents you're not feeling well, and that they can contact me if they need something, okay?"

"Okay," you muttered, coughing a few times. Bradley was a little concerned that you might have the flu, but all you would tell him is that you were tired. 

When you had finished your tea and crackers, Bradley watched you stand and steady yourself before you went into the bathroom. He got you a new shirt to change into, but you even needed his help with that. He stripped you down completely and stroked your tattoo once, and then he pulled the clean shirt over your head. 

"Thanks," you mumbled. "Can you take Tramp out?"

"Baby Girl. I'm going to take care of everything. Get back in bed and relax."

He kissed your cheek as you burrowed into the blankets. Then he refilled your water, took Tramp out, made himself some pancakes, and cleaned the kitchen. When he came back to the bedroom, you were curled up reading on your phone. 

"Bickel told me not to worry about anything," you told Bradley.

"See? I'll take care of everything here, and he can take care of all your stuff at work." Bradley took off his jeans and made sure his tattoo was covered before he got in bed. 

When he snuggled up next to your side, you tried to squirm away. "I'm all sweaty and disgusting, Roo. Don't touch me. You're supposed to think I'm adorable if I'm going to be your wife."

"You are adorable," he informed you with a laugh. "But I think that's literally the opposite of how marriage is supposed to work, Baby Girl."

"I don't want to get you sick," you complained halfheartedly, now snuggling up against him. 

"We already had sex a few times since you got back. I had my tongue down your throat. I think it's a little too late to be worried about me. Let's get some sleep."

"Love you, Roo," you mumbled, already half asleep on his shoulder. 

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You woke up briefly as the sun was peeking in through your bedroom curtains. You were freezing cold. You tried to sit up, but your head was pounding. 

"Sweetheart, stay in bed. I'll bring you water and tylenol and some dry cereal."

"Okay, Roo," you managed to whisper, because now your throat was sore too. 

Bradley delivered everything to your nightstand and then took your temperature. "Try to sleep. If you're not feeling better by this afternoon, we'll call your doctor."

You just nodded at him, and he kissed your forehead. "I'll be back as soon as I can get Mav to dismiss me."

You reached for Bradley's hand. "I forgot to call Mav yesterday!"

"Shh, just relax, Baby Girl. I called him," Bradley said with a grin. "We have our super secret wedding officiant."

You managed to smile up at him as you sank back into the pillows. "Thanks, Roo."

"Sleep. I love you."

So you dozed off and on for most of the day, only getting up to use the bathroom and get more to drink. You texted Bradley and told him you were fine, and that he shouldn't rush home. And then you picked Tramp up and took him back to bed with you.

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It was not a good day. First of all, you really did a number on Bradley's back with your nails in the kitchen, and his skin was irritated. Second, there was no way Mav was going to dismiss him early today, because Bradley had a flight simulation scheduled for the afternoon, unbeknownst to him. And third, now Mav was looking at him like he was ready to apologize for something.

"What's wrong? Just tell me," Bradley grumbled before he headed for his simulation. 

"Sorry, kid. I got deployment papers for you." 

"Fuck!" Bradley took the envelope and tore into it. "When?"

"I'm not sure of the exact dates. But it's next month," Maverick told him gently. "If I could change the dates or send someone else, you know I would, Bradley."

Bradley would never, ever forgive himself if he couldn't marry you next month. He'd quit the navy. Get a civilian job. Anything. Anything except miss out on marrying you in forty seven days. His hands were shaking as he read over the information. 

He needed to be in South Korea on November 5th. The special mission should last one to two weeks, depending on the weather requirements. 

He looked up at Maverick. "Don't make any plans for that day I told you about. I'll be back in time, even if I have to fucking swim home."

Maverick nodded. "I actually believe you, that's the crazy part. I won't make any plans. And I'm already filling out the form to get ordained."

"Thanks," Bradley said, shaking his hand before he went for his simulation. 

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Not only would he not be getting home early, but Bradley had to text you and let you know he would be home late. He promised to bring you some soup, and he told you to rest until he got there. 

"What's got you all pissed off?" Nat asked as they headed toward the locker rooms. Bradley reeked of jet fuel from earlier this morning, and he wanted to be able to climb in bed with you as soon as he got home. 

"Got papers," he growled. "Next month."

"So did Bagman," Nat replied. 

"Damn. I was hoping it would be me and you again," Bradley said, giving Nat a high five before she ducked into the ladies' room. 

"Looks like it's me and you, Bagman. Deployment together," Bradley said when he started getting undressed at his locker. 

Jake looked over at him as he stripped off his flight suit. "Who's going to look after Angel?"

Bradley had been so concerned about potentially missing his secret wedding, he hadn't even thought what it would mean to be deployed the same time as Jake.

"Shit," Bradley said, knowing full well that Jake would always have your back when he couldn't. "She'll have Nat and the guys. I'll talk to Bob and Fanboy tomorrow."

"Hey, Coyote! Payback!" Jake called, and both men poked their heads around from the next row of lockers.

"What's up?" Payback asked as he dried off from his shower. 

Bradley kept undressing, as he spoke, anxious to get home to you. "Can you two keep an eye on the love of my life while Jake and I are gone next month?"

"Aww, Tramp needs a sitter?" Payback asked, earning a glare from Bradley. "Yeah, man, of course we'll look out for your girl."

"No problem," Coyote added.

But Jake was suddenly cracking up. "What happened to your back, Rooster? Looks like your Hen scratched you up good!"

Bradley paused; he had forgotten about his back. And now Payback and Coyote were coming closer to look as well.

"Shit! What were you trying to do to her?" Payback asked while he wiggled his eyebrows. 

Coyote was just looking at him with wide eyes. 

Bradley wrapped his towel around his waist and headed for the showers while the guys catcalled. 

"At least I have a girl to maul my back apart, okay?" he said, giving them the finger. 

"Damn, I hate it when he's right," Jake replied. 

"Nice tattoo, by the way," Payback called after Bradley. "Ohhhh. He got a tattoo for her. That's what happened to his back."

Bradley listened to them all erupt into more laughter, and he couldn't help but smile himself. 

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You were sitting up in bed reading when Bradley got home. He came running into the bedroom with his hands full of stuff.

"Are you okay?" he asked, feeling your forehead and kissing your hair before you could even answer. 

"I'm fine," you said, coughing a little bit. "I took my temperature, and it came down some." 

"Are you hungry?" he asked, running his thumb along your cheek and making you smile. 

"A little bit. You brought soup?" you asked, climbing out of bed. But Bradley scooped you up into his arms before your feet touched the floor. 

"I got four kinds of soup from that deli you like. Plus a salad in case that sounded better." He carried you gently into the dining room and got you settled in a chair. He opened all of the soup containers and brought out some spoons. You selected the chicken noodle soup, and almost instantly it started making you feel better. 

"Thanks, Roo."

Bradley ran around and got you water, orange juice and hot tea. He took Tramp out for a quick walk while you took a hot shower, and he was back in time to help you get dressed in clean sweats. 

"I'm hoping I can just sleep all day again tomorrow while you're at work," you told him as he helped you get the knots out of your hair. 

"I'm not going to work tomorrow," he informed you, kissing the back of your neck and making you shiver. "I'm staying home to make sure you get better." 

"Thanks," you whispered, but he was turning you around in his arms to face him, and he didn't look happy. "What?"

He sighed. "I got papers today. Special mission."

You gasped and reached for him. "When?" you asked, flinging your arms around his neck. You felt like you were going to cry. It was mid-October. His papers must be for November if it was a special mission.

"November 5th," he whispered, and you burst into tears. 

"I'm so sorry, Bradley. If I got my shit together sooner, we could be getting married this month. Now we'll have to wait longer," you sobbed against his neck.

"Shh, it's okay, Sweetheart." He was rubbing soft circles against your back. "It's just for two weeks, tops. I really should be back in time."

You wiped your eyes and looked up at him. "You think so?"

"Baby Girl, I will hijack my own aircraft and fly it home to you if I need to."

You laughed through your tears, and he held you against him. "Okay. Let's keep planning then and hope for the best."

"The only thing I want you to do at the moment is rest and feel better. I'll take care of everything else."

Bradley snuggled with you in bed, running his fingers underneath your sweatshirt and soothing your skin. "You don't feel clammy anymore," he remarked. You just shook your head and told him to keep touching your skin. You could see his tattoo peeking out of his sleeve, and it made you smile so much.

He told you about his day, and you could feel yourself melting against him as he continued to work his fingers along your back.

Pretty soon you were falling asleep in his arms while Tramp had a puppy dream in his doggy bed. 

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Bradley woke up early and had to peel you away from his body so he could get out of bed. It felt like your fever had broken overnight, but it was obvious you were exhausted and needed as much sleep as possible.  

He made coffee and started to finalize the honeymoon options. He had it narrowed down to two different resorts already, but now he had to determine which one was perfect for you. The one with the butler or the one with the private deck. 

Bradley decided to be selfish for a moment. You didn't really need a butler, since he was willing to wait on you hand and foot. But a private deck with a pool and a hot tub? You could sunbathe naked. You could swim naked. You could have sex with him on the deck under the stars with the Pacific Ocean as your soundtrack. 

As soon as he pulled his credit card out of his wallet, he was booking it. He couldn't wait. 

Next he started narrowing down caterers and florists based on what you and he had planned. There was no need for a huge menu or a ton of flowers. He found one caterer online that promised they could make any cake flavor, so he emailed them and asked if their confetti cake with strawberries was any good. Then he found a florist that had yellow and red roses as one of their gallery photos. 

He really had no idea if he was doing any of this research the way you would have, but he was too excited to stop now. 

"Roo?" 

He turned to face you and smiled. You looked so much better. "You're up."

"Yeah, it's almost noon," you said, rubbing your eyes. "I feel a lot better now." You kissed him, and he was shocked he had been working on this for four hours. 

Bradley let you sit on his lap with some reheated soup, and he showed you everything he found. Except for the honeymoon. Not yet.

"Oh! Those flowers are beautiful!" you gushed. "And I don't care what we feed everyone for dinner, as long as I have my confetti cake."

Bradley rolled his eyes; you were sassing him, so you were definitely feeling a lot better. 

"I found a caterer who will make a confetti cake. They also have miniature bottles of pink champagne on their bar menu."

You gasped. "We need to book them! Is it too late?" 

Bradley just sighed and kissed your shoulder. "I'll call them now and find out."

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You were still feeling kind of tired, and your throat hurt a bit, but today had been so good, you didn't mind too much. 

Bradley sweet talked the caterer of your dreams into doing your wedding as long as you bumped dinner up to 5 o'clock. He also managed to get you a chance to sample their confetti cake next Wednesday night. Then he got the florist to agree to your modest bouquets and rose petals. He even reassured you he had booked the honeymoon. 

"You're the groom of my dreams," you whispered as you ran your fingers along his tattoo. "Also, you need to keep this wrapped for a few more days."

"I'll wrap it again after I take a shower," he replied, tipping you back along the couch and climbing on top of you. You had the perfect view of his handsome face, bare naked torso and his tattoo. 

"I'm always going to take care of you," he promised, kissing your cheek. "Now rest for the afternoon." He pushed himself off of the couch, covered you with a blanket, and started to leave the living room. 

"Yes, Daddy," you muttered, making him pause and turn to face you again. 

He smirked. "Daddy wants you feeling better by the weekend, Baby Girl. We've got new tattoos to show off on video."

You just groaned and rolled over onto your side, praying you were better by the weekend.  

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Daddy Roo and his new tattoo. That's the real name of this chapter.

PART 12

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Insecurity

A/n: lets pretend that thats Tommys hand in the gif lol!

Tommy x Evan “Buck”

•This is a sequel to my previous story Misunderstanding

Summary: Tommy and Evan are still working on getting their relationship back on track after Kaleb kissed Tommy after a misunderstanding. Evan is still kind of hurt by it even though he knows Tommy wont hurt him hes become insecure about his body now that he saw how well fit Kaleb was. Evan hides it well but when hes on a call what hes been doing to his body comes out.

Tw: Eating disorder, self harm

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~Tommys POV~

I open my eyes when i hear a ringing sound coming from the nightstand. I look at the time 6am, time to get ready for work. I turn off the alarm and reach over to wake up Evan but to my surprise his side of the bed is empty. I look towards the bathroom but it was empty.

Its been three months since the Kaleb incident, Evan and I’s relationship has hit a small bump but we are slowly working on it. I’ve been really trying to show Evan how much i truly care about him through everything and anything.

Saying i love you a lot, cooking homemade meals for us, surprising him with little gifts.

I let out a big streach as i get put of bed to go find Evan. When i walk down stairs i can smell sausage and eggs. I look on the stove and see a pan that has scrambled eggs, sausage, hasbrowns, and onions in it. I hear a steady thump coming from the garage.

When i open the door i see Evan running on the treadmill in a sweat suit. “Evan!” I say loud so he can hear me. Its 6am why is he running on the treadmill? When he doesn’t respond i walk over in front of the treadmill.

Evan comes to a stop when he sees me, sweat dripping down his face, he looks exhausted. “How long have you been down here?” I ask him. “Only an hour.” He answers. “I left you breakfast on the stove.” He tells me. “Wheres your breakfast?” I ask. “I already ate.” He says. I notice he broke eye contact with me when he said that which made me question if he actually ate or not.

“Oh, what did you eat?” I ask him. “You know, just my norm.” He says shrugging his shoulders. He moves over to the mat on the floor and starts doing pushups. As hot as he looks working out im a little concerned about him.

“Evan.” He looks up at me as he continues on. “Why are you working out so early?” I ask. “Just getting a quick work out before work.” He says as if this is something he does everyday.

“Why dont you come and eat with me and then we can take a shower together before we go to work since we wont see each other.” I suggest. Which i would like to spend sometime with him before we head to our shifts.

Evan gets up and walks into the kitchen with me. I grab the pan and i spilt my breakfast with him even though he tried to stop me. I told him that after that work out he needs to eat again. After we ate we went back upstairs and took a shower.

I wrap my arms around Evan as i bring him closer to me feeling myself against him. I give soft kisses on his neck as i move my hands down his body. As im about to take him into my hand he turns off the water. “Evan?” I question, he usually loves a quick one before a shift.

“Not right now.” Is all he says and gets out of the shower. “Is everything okay?” I ask him. He shakes his head yes as he drys off. I dont let it get to me its been awhile since we had intimacy so im craving it but i need to respect Evan and how he wants to handle us at the moment.

As we say our goodbyes in the drive way before heading our separate ways i tell him how much he means to me and that if theres anything he needs to talk to me about he can. Evan insures me that everything is okay, i smile at him giving him one more kiss before we both get into our cars.

I watch as Evan backs out of the driveway and drives off. I get my phone out of my pocket and pull up Eddies number. I type out a text to keep an eye on Evan but hesitate to hit the send button.

If i send it then it will cause a worry and Evan might be upset about it or it’ll be a good thing to have another person who is close to Evan checking on him.

I ended up sending the message anyways and immediately got a text back saying ok. That made me feel a little better but not a lot.

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~Bucks POV~

I arrived at the station pretty early, i sat in my car for a few moments and thought about Tommy. Hes been really trying to make up for the Kaleb situation three months ago. I know now that it wasnt Tommy fault at all but part of me is still clinging on to the anger i felt.

I still love Tommy i know he was questioning me alot this morning because i think only insane people exercise at 5 in the morning. But when i saw how fit Kaleb looked i figured Tommy will like me more if i was smaller.

I open my door grabbing my bag and headed into the firehouse. I threw my bag in my locker and changed my clothes. I headed over to the work out area and got on the treadmill and started jogging making my way to speed.

“Hey Buck.” Eddie says walking up to me. “Hey.” I say focusing on my running. “Can you help me with something?” Eddie asks. “Sure.” I tell him. I slow down on tbe treadmill as it comes to a stop. When i go to step off i get real light headed all of a sudden and kind of stumble back.

“Woah, you okay Buck?” Eddies asks grabbing my shoulder to steady me as i grab the arm of the treadmill. “Um yeah. Yeah im fine.” I say waving a hand. My head stops spinning and i can focus now. Eddie looks at me making sure im actually okay before we go off and do whatever he needs.

We had some calls come in but they all went smooth. Eddie kept checking in on me though, i dont know why.

We are back at the station now and Bobby is cooking dinner while the others are upstairs playing a game. They asked me to join but i wanted to go down and get another work out in.

“Buck, Dinner!” Eddie yells from the balcony. “Okay, coming!” I yell back. I think about how i’m going to do this because if i dont eat they are going to start asking questions. Its not easy to lie about eating at work then it is at home.

I head upstairs and took my seat at the table. “You need to go shower Buck.” Hen says scrunching her nose. “Sorry.” I say, I think this is a good excuse, i can shower while they eat and just say im going to eat when i get done. “No sit down Buck. You can shower when we are done.” Bobbh says raising his fork at me when instood back up.

“Why are you working out so much? That was like your fith work out today.” Eddie asks. “Just trying to stay in shape.” I answer, which isnt a lie.

When we finished dinner i went to the bathroom to shower but first i went into a stall and squatted in front of the toilet. I took my two fingers and stuck them down my throat making myself gag in till i threw up.

When i finished i was about to get in the shower when the bell rang. I swished some water in my mouth and splashed some on face and headed to the trucks.

“Buck you okay?” Hen asks looking at me with a weird expression. “You’re awfully pale.” She reaches her hand out and feels my face. “Yeah im fine.” I tell her, even though i was fighting the urge to pass out. I needed to keep my focus, we were on a call.

When we got to the scene it was an apartment fire, me and Eddie were searching for a young boy on the 5th floor who got separated from his mother.

My head felt like it was going to fall off, i was so dizzy i dont think i was walking in a straight line. Walking up the stairs with my gear on almost took me out. “Buck, are you okay?!” Eddie asks me putting his hands on my shoulder staring at me through his mask. “Yeah.” I shout trying to focus. But there was too many things to focus on.

“Buck, Eddie. The little boys been found, get out of there.” Cap says on the radio. “Come on Buck.” Eddie says, he knows something is wrong and hes about to get it out of me as soon as were out of here.

We are walking back down the stairs, im in front all of a sudden the room starts spinning and my eyes roll back. The last thing i heard was “Buck!”

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~Tommys POV~

“Hello?” I say answering my phone. “What hospital?!” I leave the station telling Stevens i have an emergency. I get in my truck and drive to the hospital Evan is at.

My heart is racing, Eddie called me telling me that Evan blacked out on a call in an apartment building and fell down the stairs. Hes at the hospital now.

When i arrive i rush in and go straight to the nurses station. “Evan Buckley.” I tell her. “Tommy.” I hear a familiar voice my head snaps in the direction and i see Bobby.

“Where is he?” I ask him. Bobby leads me to Evans room. When i walk in i see him sitting up in the hospital bed. A big bruise on his shoulder, i guess from where he hit the wall and the oxygen tube in his nose.

“Im so glad you’re okay. You scared me.” I sat on the side of his bed and wrapped my arms around him. He winced a little at that but rested his head on my shoulder.

The doctor came in and informed me that Evan hasnt been eating and has been overworking himself. Eddie also told me that Evan was constantly running on tbe treadmill everytime they were back at the station.

“Why are you doing this to yourself?” I ask him. “Please tell me the truth.” I held his hands in mine. “So i can look good.” Evan says, voice low. “You already look amazing Evan.” I tell him confused.

“No. Kaleb looked good. I need to look like him.” Evan snaps. My heart sunk and i felt for Evans pain. Im stunned and upset that i didnt catch this before.

“Evan, i love the way you look. I love you for who you are. Dont you ever compare yourself to someone else. Because i don’t want someone else, i want you.” I run my hand across his cheek cradling his face in my hand wipping away his tears.

“I’m sorry. I dont know why im still caught up with this.” Evan apologizes. “Dont apologize Evan. Its okay i promise. I understand, i would still be upset too if the roles were reversed, but its not. We’ll get there Evan just please talk to me.” I ask of him. He nods.

“Just please dont hurt yourself. I cant lose you.” I give him a kiss both of our lips shaking together.

[bunni-v1]

I got an idea for Jamil and Kalim. How would Jamil react to his S/O teaching Kalim martial arts? S/O knows it's Jamil's job to protect Kalim, but the S/O knows there's a time and place when Kalim needs to stand on his own. Maybe S/O and Jamil talk about this and ask Kalim?

Jamil’s S/O teaching Kalim Martial Arts

TW: Mild swearing, (Slightly) Jealous Jamil

Info: Headcannons; Light angst, mostly cute and silly; Jamil x Reader, Kalim and Reader (platonic)

🍓This one was fun! It's short and sweet but I really enjoy writing for both Kalim and Jamil, so I had a blast. It's finals season right now, so I have a lot of papers and tests coming up, which is why it took me so long to get this out. But! I got this done, and I have another fun write (for myself) coming sometime in the future (hopefully later this week.) Thank you so much for requesting lovely!

-Jamil has quite a hefty workload. As Kalim’s keeper he must ensure his happiness and safety at all times — even after their ‘agreement’ after his overblot. As the house warden, he has to ensure that Kalim does his tasks as housewarden plus keeping all the dorm members in line.

-Simply: he’s stressed.

-As his partner, all this stress rubs off on you too. Seeing your boyfriend constantly high-strung and on edge can take quite a bit out of you. 

-Only issue, he won’t let you help him. No matter what you do, he wants to keep you as far away from his work life as possible.

-Which is sweet! In concept! 

-He really cares so much, but dammit you want to help him!

-Soooooo… you scheme <3 

-More specifically, you scheme with Kalim.

-Sweet little Kalim who is equally worried for both you and his best friend.

-The two of you plot different ways to lighten Jamil’s load… almost all of which backfire.

-First, you try to teach him to cook… doesn’t go well and Jamil bans both of you from the kitchen.

-You attempt to teach him better cleaning tactics, but a life of being picked up after doesn’t make that easy (paired with a side of ADHD makes it nearly impossible)

-No matter what you do, there’s a blockade that makes it so difficult. 

-Then one day, you realize, you know multiple different types of martial arts. If you can’t lighten Jamil’s workload you can potentially lighten the burden of protecting Kalim.

-To your surprise, its pretty easy! Dance interoperates itself to fighting scarily well, and Kalim is a fast learner when he wants to be.

-On top of that, its fun! Spending time with Kalim is always a delight, and helping Jamil makes everything feel better.

-Only issue… you sorta forgot to tell Jamil about it.

-From his perspective, you and Kalim have been sneaking around and spending more and more time together… its suspicious.

-At first, he let it slide. He trusts you and he’s learning to trust Kalim. He figures one of you will talk before long. 

-Then… a week or two pass, and nothing from either of you. Radio silence.

-Forgive him, but a life full of Kalim taking everything from him has made him particularly sensitive to… well… Kalim related things. This, in his mind, is Kalim trying to sweep you off your feet and take you from him too… and you’re letting him.

-So he… sorta… kinda decides to follow you around one day without your knowledge because his paranoia got to him. 

-He expected to find the two of you frolicking around the desert, or canoodling in Kalim’s bed… instead he found you throwing Kalim over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

-Huh…?

-His first instinct is to yell at both of you, “What the hell are you doing!?!?”

-His second is to be relieved, because of course you weren’t cheating on him. With Kalim of all people. How crazy was he?

-His third is to figure out exactly what was going on, because it isn’t everyday your partner starts throwing your house warden around.

-The explanation of ‘We wanted to lighten your load so you were less stressed, so we decided to teach him martial arts!’ pretty much leaves him dumbfounded. That’s what you were so secretive about. He’s dating a moron.

-Truly though, deep down, he’s actually incredibly grateful for what you did. While it isn’t super helpful, he appreciates the thought behind it, because its you doing something nice for him. He’s not used to that, but he wants to soak it up as best as he can. 

-From then on he offers to help you out when he has free time — though you protest because its more work for him, he just wants to spend more time with you. (And he’s still a little miffed that you were spending so much time with Kalim and not him.)

-Definitely shows appreciation through his actions over the next couple of weeks. He’s more physically affectionate, gives you more gifts, and is generally more loving than he usually is in displaying his gratitude. 

[gosmigenergy]

KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Sixteen

( Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!Reader )

SPEECH/MOVEMENT RESTRICTION / BODY WORSHIP (GENITALS) / VAMPIRES/WEREWOLVES

Summary: Santiago treats you to something you can both enjoy.

Day Sixteen of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, body restraints, Dom!Santiago, light spanking, fingering,  P in V, unprotected sex (use protection irl please), cream pie, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.4k

Santiago wanted to step it up a notch.

You had done so well with the wrist restraints yet the pair of you had already exhausted all the options. You were quite happy to let him take you like that over and over again, he needed something different.

Scrolling through the sites whilst you were with the other guys, he considered his choices. He didn’t want something that scared you off with all it’s chains and locks yet not something too elaborate that even he didn’t have any idea how to use it. Shibari was an art he was practicing and sometimes, it was time consuming and it was too early to be buying a sex swing.

Been as you liked the wrist restraints, the addition of ankle ones shouldn’t be much, then something caught his eye. He pushed his chair back, dragging his hand down his face before he looks at it again.

He added it to his cart.

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“I got a present of you,” he smiled.

“Really?”

You got up, giddy with excitement, Benny was rubbing off on you.

He put a hand on your shoulder, “Honey, calm down.”

You balled your hands into fist, piercing your lips together. He was always giving you something, occasionally it was an item to use everyday but most of the time, it was sex related. Something you to use together.

He handed you a box with both hands.

The weight surprised you, it was heavier than any of the other parcels he gave you, a little bit bigger too. You rocked it back and forth but it was so well packed, there was barely any movement.

“Can I open it now?”

He nodded, smiling as you scuttled off to the kitchen. Sitting on the couch, he waited for you to come back, clearing everything from the coffee table. You come back with a small knife and place the box on the table and come to your knees opposite him.

It was like you were opening a Christmas present.

You sink the point through the tape and open it to reveal another box, black and matte to the touch. Tossing aside the other box, you gently put the other to the table. Wherever he orders from always has the lushest packaging, a delicate ribbon tie sealing the parcel shut. You take it between your thumb and index finger and pull, unfurling the neat bow.

You lean in, taking a peek inside with a curious hum.

The bar is cold in your hand as you lift it out.

“This isn’t to hit me with is it?”

He chuckles, “No.”

He loved how naive you were.

You notice the looped pins and blinked at him, he cocked his head to indicate there’s more in the box.

Your fingertips are greeted by soft leather and you proceed to pull out small four restraints and a bag with four metallic snap hooks.

“This is gonna make things interesting,” you say.

“It certainly is.”

It wasn’t long until you were perched at the end of his bed, already stripped down to nothing. Santiago was carefully buckling the restraints around your ankles and wrists when he observed the goosebumps raise to the surface. He stroked your leg, palms warms.

“Sorry,” you blush, “already getting ahead of myself.”

He smiles wide, “I’m glad I have that affect on you.”

The snap hooks attach to the rings with ease.

He straightens up and lifts your chin, his thumb trailing along your lip. Timidly, you poke out your tongue and lick before he allows you to take the digit in your mouth and suck. His eyes darken when you release it.

“On your hands and knees, honey.”

You do as you’re told.

Crawling to the top of the bed, you wait for him to get the bar and return to you. He climbs on the bed and you hear the click as the first snap hook is fasten.

“I’m gonna spread you wide, ok? I know you can take it.”

You glance over your shoulder at him, “Ok.”

His hand comes above your right ankle and he guides it out and you move your knee to its final position. He attaches the other ankle and you feel the pull as the pole sinks into the bed, he rubs your ass. Your arousal was already present, beginning to wet your folds.

He shuffles to your front and brings his mouth to your ear.

“You look so fucking good already.”

You giggle, the temperature in your cheeks rising yet again.

Taking hold of your wrist, he guides your chest gently to the mattress with his free hand, pulling your arm behind you. He notches your elbow against your hip and brings your wrist close to the bar. He clips it into place and instinctively you tug however you barely move.

He moves over to your right and takes the other wrist.

Your head snaps to meet his face, a fleeting memory of the pain when he put you in this position perviously.

“This isn’t going to hurt, is it?”

“Just some aching muscles tomorrow,” he kissed your forehead, “promise.”

You nod, taking a breath to relax your body before he contorted you.

With the final snap hook in place, the only way you could get comfortable was to rest your shoulders to the duvet and turn your head to the side. He hopped off the bed and whipped of his briefs, cock flaccid.

Returning to the bed, the mattress rocks with his shifting weight.

You almost flinch as his fingers graze the backs of your thighs.

“Relax, honey.”

“You say that but then you did come at me from behind, no warning.”

He smirks, “Where’s the fun in that?”

He continues up your legs and over the cheeks of your ass before the sensation stopped. There was a light sting as he brought his hand back with a slap. You grunt, hands pulling in their wrist restraints.

He scoffs.

“You’re going to enjoy this aren’t you?”

He spreads your ass cheeks apart and inspects, “If you keep running your mouth, I’ll be buying you another present.”

You hum, “You haven’t got me one already? You’re off your game.”

He spanks you again, harder this time.

You deserved that one, you weren’t being a good girl, biting your lip to keep your mouth shut.

Santiago was considering adding something else to the order, a whip or a paddle, maybe both. At this angle you were ripe for punishment, if he got something with enough width, he could definitely get your pussy at the same time.

He gives a couple more slaps on your ass for good measure.

He sunk two fingers into your opening, spreading your juices over your folds, his cock twitching at the sound of your sweet moans. His thumb grazes your clit as he pushes back into your slick cunt and you attempt to nudge him deeper. Placing a hand between your shoulder blade, he shoves you back down.

You mewl, nails digging into your palms, your pussy pulsing as your arousal grew.

His cock started to swell, the length growing heavy.

He pumps in and out until your cunt squelches around his fingers, until your folds are slippery and that pearl of nerves is sensitive to his touch.

Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucks the taste of you over his tongue.

You clench around nothing, eyes fluttering shut as he exaggerates the noises he makes.

Smiling to himself, he takes his cock in his hand, spreading the precum over the tip with his fingers. He closes in on you, slapping his length against your fluttering folds and a lengthily groan comes from your lips. Lining himself up, he pushes into you slowly, just notching passed your entrance.

He brings both his hands to your hips and gently rock you back and forth.

Your shoulders bounce against the bed softly, the warmth spreading across your lower back as you take his cock snugly in your walls. This was nice, steady but you wished for friction, for his force.

He’d get to that.

Right now, he was admiring how looked underneath him. How you back curved upwards, how the meat of your ass rippled slightly on the rebound, how your brows knotted as he skimmed the soft spot in your cunt.

He spread his hand to rest at the end of your spine, thumb reaching over the tail bone to stroke your asshole.

Your breath hitches.

You wondered whether he’d be willing to do it, stick it in without the vinyl to protect it. You always made sure you were clean there in case the day ever came where he wanted you in both holes or the day when he’d finally tell Benny he could take you there.

His sixth sense knew your mind was elsewhere.

He met your rock back with a thrust, filling you to the hilt, holding you there as he gave a growl.

“Fuck!” 

You shudder, spreading your fingers as your arms shake. Your chest and stomach expand as you try to take a deep breath, slow your heart rate as your desire threatened to take over.

He takes your slick on his thumb before coming back to your asshole.

“Is this what you want, honey? You want my thumb in your ass.”

You quiver and sob as he circles your puckered hole.

He wants you to use your words. Keeping his cock inside you, he lowers his chest against your back and his breath trickles hot down your neck.

“Hm? You want me to put it in there?”

“Oh my god,” your voice is squeaking. “Yes, yes.”

It’s quick like he had no resistance from your asshole at all but god, is it good.

He straightened up, swaying a little as he positioned himself. You knew he was preparing to pick up the pace, he pulls his hips back then pushes into you full force. You sigh in unison, your wall tightening around his twitching cock. He does it a couple more times before he plows into you over and over frantically.

You scream his name as he ruts you into the bed, the headboard shaking.

The room is filled with noise from your muffled cries as you press your forehead down to his animalistic grunts, from the harsh slaps of skin on skin and the creaking of the wooden joints in the frame.

Your eyes screw shut, the white spots appearing in your vision as your mind swirls.

He’s relentless in finding his release, your walls hugging his length. You feel every inch of him, his vein, his ridges, the slight curve that hit just the spot. Your asshole constricted around his thumb as he gripped harder to your hips.

You were gasping for air, the heat filling your lungs, spreading around your chest and up your back. Toes curling, the next blow tips you over the edge and his cocks slips out as your juices gush from your pussy.

“Oh,” he brings the tip back to your folds and tickles your clit to get more from you. “That’s my girl.”

You feel the spray against your thighs, droplets trailing down your legs as you vibrate, hips dropping. He pops out his thumb, holding onto your waist with both hands to hold you upright. Slipping your head to the side, you breathe, the sweat clinging to your temple as you continue to tremble.

He envelopes you, palms drawing along your stomach and over your breast to hook under your shoulders. Pressing his face to your back, he kisses along your spine until the aftershocks settle. Coiling a hand round, he lines himself up and pushes his cock in softly.

There’s another kiss on your back as you groan, walls flittering around his length.

His hand returns to your shoulder, bracing you as he rolls his hips and shallowly thrusts. He takes his time with long strokes, following your hips as they buck forward. As he edges closer, his hands  become stronger, grunts louder as his breath teases down your neck.

You were still lost in a pleasurable haze, barely able to come down from your orgasm.

He slams into you and you know he’s almost there.

His hips come for you harder, his pace quickening. You can imagine him, jaw locked with creased brows, eyes blown black. His stomach would be held inward, his usual pert butt would be clenched as he becomes overwhelmed by his release. He unleashes a hoarse grunt as he spills his seed into you, his weight collapsing on top of you.

He pumps his cock within your walls a few more times before he settles, forehead firmly against your back.

There’s a brief pause before his hands relax and he drunkenly picks himself up.

“I’m just going to get a towel.”

You nod, eyes shut.

His lifts his upper body up before gently pulling out of you, his thick cum dribbling out audibly and you hear him smile at the view.

When he enters the bathroom, you hear the water run as he washes his hands then dampens a cloth. As he enters the room, he picks up his phone and comes to the side of the bed. He brushes the hair from your face before clearing the sweat off your skin, watching the smile come to your lips.

“Mind if I take a picture?”

You open one eye, “If I say yes, will you let me out of the cuffs.”

He takes a couple of steps back and there’s a fake noise of a camera shutter.

Resting on the bed, he takes the snap hook off your left wrist and ankle then the right, picking up the bar and placing it out of the way. You stretch like a cat, reaching your hands up and resting your hips to your ankles. Once the strain has subsided, you roll onto your back and unfurled your legs, planting them on his.

Santiago takes hold of your ankle and starts to unbuckle the leather harness.

“So, are you going to show the guys?”

You know they have a group chat were they share this kind of shit.

He shrugs, “Maybe.”

He continues to focus on unleashing you from the restraints, moving onto your wrists.

“Is it just for you?”

He smirks, he would gladly use it when he didn’t have you and you wouldn’t judge him for that, there was something else though.

“Santi, what are you not telling me?”

He grabbed the cloth and ran it down your stomach when his eyes flicked to you.

“Let’s just say, Benny isn’t the only one who posts stuff online.”

He wiped your messy cunt to stop you asking any more.

[cherriegyuu]

seventeen as songs from red (ts)

a/n: for this, i'll be giving songs and lyrics to each of the members, as well as small plots based on those lyrics. i don't plan to write all of these, but they are still my ideas (as basic as some of them might be). so if you are interested in writing one of them, you can message me about it. if you want to read one of them you can send in a request and i'll write for you

red | 1989 | reputation | lover | folklore | midnights

• Seungcheol ➝ Red Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly ↳ Seungcheol is a clandestine race driver, all bad boy, but his entire life changes once he meets you ↣ read here

• Jeonghan ➝ Everything Has Changed And all my walls stood tall, painted blue But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down And open up the door for you ↳ Jeonghan always held back in his relationships but when you come into his life, like a sudden thunderstorm, he can't help but let you in.

• Joshua ➝ The Very First Night But don't forget about the night out in L.A Dance in the kitchen, chase me down through the hallway No one knows about the words that we whispered ↳ Joshua has always been your best friend so when the two of you go on a trip together the feelings you've been holding back for years finally boil over.

• Jun ➝ Begin Again But on a Wednesday, in a café, I watched it begin again ↳ everyday Jun goes to the same café in hopes that one day he’ll get enough courage to ask the cute barista out. ↣ read here

• Soonyoung➝ Treacherous Forever going with the flow But you're friction ↳ you were always the kind of kid who followed the rules and that didn't change as you grew up. So what happens when you move to another city and your new neighbor, Soonyoung, is the most spontaneous person you've ever met and is adamant in taking you along to all of his adventures?

• Wonwoo ➝ Come Back… Be Here One last kiss, then catch your flight Right when I was about to fall I told myself, "Don't get attached" But in my mind, I play it back Spinning faster than the plane that took you ↳ when you agreed to a date with the popular idol you promised yourself that you would never catch feelings for him. But once is time to say goodbye, when his job demands he travels to another country, you find yourself reluctant to say goodbye.

• Jihoon ➝ I Bet You Think About Me "Oh my god, she's insane, she wrote a song about me" I bet you think about me ↳ Jihoon is usually the one writing songs about his relationships, so it surprises him when he comes across a song written about him.

• Minghao ➝ The Moment I Knew A million little shining stars that just align ↳ Minghao used to have stars in his eyes whenever he looked at you, so when they're gone you don't know where that leaves you.

• Mingyu ➝ State of Grace So you were never a saint and I loved in shades of wrong We learn to live with the pain, mosaic broken hearts But this love is brave and wild ↳ you were always one to fall in love with the wrong guy, but what if the wrong guy turns out to be the right one?

• Seokmin ➝ Message In A Bottle And I became hypnotized By freckles and bright eyes, tongue-tied ↳ Seokmin has many beauty spots all over his body, you make a point of knowing each one of them. ↣ read here

• Vernon ➝ I Almost Do I bet you think I either moved on or hate you 'Cause each time you reach out, there's no reply I bet it never, ever occurred to you That I can't say hello to you and risk another goodbye ↳ After a bad breakup, Vernon wants to get in touch with you again - even if it's just to apologize - but the task is harder than expected. So he decides to leave voice messages to you, in hopes that you'll hear them.

• Seungkwan ➝ Run So you laugh like a child And I'll sing like no one cares No one to be and no one to tell I could see this view a hundred times Pale blue sky reflected in your eyes ↳ Seungkwan decides to take you on a date under the stars.

• Chan ➝ 22 We're happy, free, confused, and lonely in the best way It's miserable and magical, oh yeah Tonight's the night when we forget about the heartbreaks ↳ in a desperate attempt to take his mind off of his recent breakup, Chan invites all of his friends to a karaoke night at his place. And, maybe, that's where he finds the one he's been looking for.

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chapter fifteen

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Paige's pov:

After that night when I told Azzi everything that had happened, Azzi has been on a mission to keep me busy. It's been tiring, but I'm also grateful she cares enough to do that. Thankfully she hasn't told the other girls yet.

Azzi is trying to get me to go kayaking with her today, and I have nothing better to do so I guess i'm going. I throw on my swimsuit and grab my bag before dragging myself out of my dorm. I look behind me before I shut the door to yell a goodbye to Aubrey.

I turn around and head toward the exit when I hear a familiar voice. The soft voice that I used to listen to everyday was coming from around the corner up ahead of me. I stop, frozen in fear, wondering what I'm supposed to do in this situation. She definitely doesn't want to see me, and I don't know if I'm ready to see her, let alone talk to her.

Unfortunately my thinking is interrupted by a gasp that came from Evelyn. My first instinct is to sprint back to my dorm, but I can't move from my spot on the floor. I try to think of something to say, but what do I say to her? Uh sorry I kissed you I was just joking??? Thankfully she speaks before I can get anything stupid out of my mouth

"Hey, Paige," She says softly.

Not knowing what else to say, I just say "Hey," back. But then I quickly decide to add, "What are you doing here?" looking back at her.

Looking nervous, she says "Well I'm staying with Ashlynn right now because I kinda broke up with Blake." She looks down at her shoes as she finishes.

I let out a surprised gasp because I never believed she was ever going to break up with him. "I'm so happy for you Evelyn, and if you're ok with it I think we should catch up sometime." I say deciding to just go for it.

"Yeah, that'd be nice Paige! Are you free tomorrow?" She says looking surprisingly happy.

"Yeah!" I say with a smile now on my face.

We agree to text later about the details of our plans and we part ways. When I look down at my phone I realize I'm late to meeting with Azzi and have a few missed calls from her. Oops.

Blake's POV:

These past few days have been a bit of a blur, so I'm glad I'm finally going home to relax a bit. Surprisingly, I'm kind of excited to see Evelyn, I mean it has been quite a while since I saw her last. She just better not be annoying, I'm not in the mood to lose it right now.

I walk up the steps to our apartment and wonder why she wanted me to come home. She usually doesn't care what I do, but whatever, she probably just missed me or something.

I throw open the door and yell that I'm home, but after taking off my shoes I look around for Evelyn. Our normally messy apartment is unusually clean, so Eve is probably just asleep after cleaning I guess.

I walk to our bedroom, to check if she's in there. But instead seeing her asleep on the bed, I see the closet wide open with all of her clothes missing. What? I make my way to the bathroom and again see all her things missing?

Confused, I walk back to the kitchen, this time seeing a small piece of paper on the countertop. When I look closer, I realize it’s a note.

Blake, I've loved you since freshman year here at Uconn, and I think some part of me always will love you.

Some part?? What is she trying to say?

Our relationship was amazing, but it has become unfathomably toxic and damaging.

The more I read, the angrier I get. What does she mean our relations ship was amazing? Are we not still in one?? And toxic, how is loving each other toxic, I mean I know I get mad sometimes but it’s not that serious.

I can't continue on like this, and our love is no longer enough to keep us together.

What. She didn’t even want to tell me in person? She can’t just make this decision for us, this is a two person relationship.

I'm sorry, but I have to leave and I hope you understand.

            

Love,

         Your Eve

I slam my hand down on the countertop. She wants me to understand? How am I supposed to understand when she is acting like such a bitch? If she wants to break up so badly, why would she call herself ‘My Eve’?

I’m angrier than ever. I need to find her.

Evelyn's pov:

Thankfully, my exchange with Paige wasn’t as awkward as I had imagined it would be. I hope she understands why I had to leave that night. I’d love to start hanging out with her again, I mean she’s just so fun, and I’m starting to miss her. Since it’s been a few hours, I decide to text her about our plans for tomorrow.

Paige

Hey, so what time did

you want to meet up tomorrow?

I was thinking around

2:30 if that’s good for you

Yeah that works! Wanna

meet at the coffee shop

so we can grab some?

Yeah! that would be

fun, see you tomorrow

See you tomorrow!

Wow, that was pretty easy, I feel like it always takes forever to make plans with my friends.

Soon Ashlynn comes home and I decide it’s time to debrief her on everything that happened between Paige and I.

I start by telling her how she slept over after I got back from the hospital and we went to beach later, but stayed later than everyone else. I told her about how after she drove me back, she kissed me and I kinda freaked out and ran out of the car.

“WHAT? Why didn’t you tell me this when it happened, and why did you run off?” She intensely questions.

“Well I ran off because I had so many things holding me back like my parents and Blake, but I’m sorry I didn’t tell you soon I was trying to process it myself. But Paige and I are good now I think, I mean we’re hanging out tomorrow.” I reply sheepishly.

“Well you two seem good for each other and I think you should go for it.” She says while shrugging.

Her reply shocks me and my wide open mouth showcases that, but before I get the chance to say something, there’s a knock at the door.

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i think we all know who it is

[soulofapatrick]

Returning to Normal - Derek Hale

Summary: You and Derek get too into the sense of normality...

Words: 550

Warnings: none

Derek Hale's POV:

It's mornings like these that make me glad I took a job with Noah Stilinski as one of his two main deputies with Parrish. I took day shifts so Parrish could try to avoid turning into a Hellhound on shift, especially after the war.

But oh joy! Today is one of the days I don't have a day shift so I'm just around to listen to my pups all get ready for school, sat at the kitchen table with Boyd, listening as Erica and Isaac fight about who's turn it is in the bathroom. Boyd seems unfazed by it and I'm starting to wonder how they ever make it so school at all, let alone on time.

"Just let me brush my teeth!" Isaac whines and Erica just screeches, (at this point I'd be more surprised if Erica made a human noise) there's a thud and more screeches and snarls while Erica snaps back, "Let me finish my makeup then!"

Boyd perks up at the sound of tires on the dirt track, calling to the two fighting upstairs, "You'd better hurry! Mum's here!"

I frown a little into my newspaper as mum? That's when Y/N comes bounding into the house and Boyd silently points upstairs so, with a roll of his hazel eyes, Y/N takes the stairs two at a time. All I can do is prepare myself for a fight as Y/N intervenes the two pups, saying, "Erica hurry up in the bathroom but Isaac you can do something else while you wait. Go make sure your bag is packed and put your shoes on. Erica be out of the bathroom by then."

Blissful silence ensues and Y/N reappears, greeting me and going to the fridge. He pulls out the flask that Erica screamed at me for touching earlier, taking a sip and his whole body seems to relax. The strong aroma of coffee that always wafts from the messy haired boy growing stronger. Hmm, so that's why Y/N always smells of coffee and why the house always has some form of coffee in it when the pack who are here the most are banned from drinking any - especially Stiles.

"We're leaving in ten minutes!" Y/N calls and Boyd takes his plate up to the sink, Y/N going over to wash it as if they do this everyday and honestly they probably do. It's quite therapeutic to watch part of my pack work together as a unit with minimal fighting, even Y/N who's human.

"Come on! In the car! Isaac's in the front today." Y/N shepherds the three pups out of the house before coming over to me in a rush, saying, "Have a good day Derek and try get some sleep, have a bath and relax." Before he's leaning down and pressing a kiss to my surprised lips and then is out the door and in his car, the small bickering of the pups and Pete fading away as I process what Y/N just did.

"Oh God!" Y/N's panicked voice breaks through my super-werewolf hearing, "I kissed him."

The pups responses fade away as do the sound of his engine as they leave for school. Maybe everything will be okay.

[kimhargreeves]

Where is my Mind?-Jack Moore/Tyler Durden x Reader (Fight Club)

Summary: You and your co-worker have an odd relationship. A year after working at the same job as Jack you make your true feelings for him known on a cold winter night when you step into his apartment.

(Decided to write the name of Jack Moore since a still of the The Narrator's id was in the film, and it would've been strange for me to not mention his name. Hope this one shot is good too since I find it hard to write on The Narrator. Do hope it's true to his character. Please let me know if anyone wants a part 2.)

Based on the film 'Fight Club' from 1999

It's been a whole year since I started my new job at the office. Everyday was the same for me, wake up early, stay up till late at work, leave to my house, sleep and repeat the cycle over and over. Work had been extremely difficult especially at a place like this, providing for myself in this city wasn't what I had planned.

The nights would always be the same as well. Lonely and quiet. Sometimes I wish I had someone to stay with me or be in a relationship with someone, but work is impossible but I've tried my very best to balance my work and personal life.

I try to switch things up every now and then. Each week I would see my coworker come by himself and leave by himself. He barely spoke to anyone else, it was hard to get to know him at first when I didn't even know his name.

Slowly over time we would exchanged small talks, a few "How's your day been?" or any other jokes to try and get through the boring day.

About half a year went by until he would get used to my presence. He was a strange and quiet man keeping mostly everything to himself. Until one night we were one of the few left in the office and I walked up to him.

"It's been a rough day..why don't we go together and have dinner? My treat."

I boldly said when the man turned to look at me with a pen in his mouth. He said nothing for a moment, looking up and down at me until he agreed with a simple, "Okay."

That night we had dinner together, he barely spoke but was attentive on listening on my life story. I was worried though when it seemed that he was about to pass out from not sleeping at all.

Over time I got used to his odd ways, I would spot him sleeping every now and then. One night I insisted on making him something to eat, something that would make him feel better. The young man was reluctant to let me into his home, but he agreed.

"Your apartment is way nicer than mine." I said eyeing the place around and wondering how on earth he spent so much money on expensive furniture.

I followed him into the kitchen and told him to wait in the living room until I was done preparing food. I started off with s familiar recipe my family would make for me back in the day, I was nearly finished when I spoke his name.

"Jack? dinner's almost already." I called out and I peeked my head out and saw him asleep on the couch.

I stared at him surprised, he looked so peaceful sleeping. Quietly I went to retrieve a blanket and i placed it over him. I went to turn off the lights and switched over to the lamp next to the couch, so he could sleep better without s bright light over his face.

I turned off the stove and let the food cool off. I was wondering wether to leave him or stay until he woke up, I decided on the second option. I remained silent and went over to rest on the other couch next to him.

Jack Moore. Hmm…I couldn't help but stare at him as he slept. I found him kinda cute the first time I had met him, strange and odd but cute in his own way.

By the time Jack had woken up, he seemed very surprised to see me still in his apartment. He didn't question it, instead he asked if I had slept comfortably.

Jack was a cold man impossible to reach back then, over time he got used to me and we both formed an odd relationship.

That same night we slept together….

A sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship happened, whenever we would get stressed we would come over to each other's place. But things took a turn when I saw him talking to a woman once.

I walked over to his area at work and saw his writing something on a notebook before he quickly closed it when he saw me walking closer to him. "Hey, what's up?" He asked looking over at me.

"Seems like you've been avoiding me lately." I muttered looking back into his blue eyes.

Jack shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what you mean, (Y/N)."

It's been a while since we've been intimate with each other. Since I was the one that didn't want to continue this since I knew our relationship would turn into a toxic one. Though, I decided to not mention the woman I've seen him talking to.

"I called out last night, and even arrived at your place." I remind him of the many calls I made. I was concerned for his well being since I would see him with bruised knuckles and cuts across his face and lips.

"I must've been sleeping. Surely it's nothing for you to get worried about."

I shook my head now stepping closer to him and grabbing a chair that was close to me. "You need to get some rest, Jack. I know you haven't been sleeping well again."

Jack looked away and shook his head only once. "I'll try to. Though it isn't a promise."

Those words were stuck in my head throughout the entire day. It was night time, it was freezing and it began to rain but I had a few errands to do before heading back to my place, it was Friday and I wanted to have at least a relaxing weekend.

Sleeping to the sound of rain would make this night even better once I'm at my place. The entire day my brain had only been focusing on one thing, one person and it is Jack.

One of the reasons I stopped sleeping with Jack was because I quickly grew to love him as a partner. But, I know he wouldn't be too committed on a serious relationship.

I just can't get him out of my mind. I must tell him how I feel today because if I don't then God knows what will happen.

I stopped when I reached Jack's home, I decided to stop by again and when I reached inside the building I knocked on the door. I hug my cost closer to myself trying to warm myself up.

I waited…and nothing.

"Jack?" I knocked again and pressed my ear against the door.

I heard footsteps approach and I turned around and gasp when I saw Jack all wounded, bloodied and bruised. I raced over to him and helped him up on his feet.

"What are you doing here, (Y/N)?" He said but winced as he held onto his ribs.

"I've been worried sick about you. What's been up with you lately?" I huffed and opened the apartment door as we both stepped inside.

"Stay right there." I demanded when he sat down on the couch and I ran to get anything to help him clean his wounds and patch him up.

I ran over to his side again and sat down by his side and began to clean all the cuts he had on his face, seeing him like this made me panic and be scared for him. He had bloodied lips, his knuckles were sore with blood and purple bruised forming on them.

"What happened to you? Don't tell me you were robbed." I say staring at Jack. He chuckles as I clean his wounds and pressed an ice pack on the side of his face.

"I met someone, Tyler is his name. That's all I can say."

I tilt my head not fully understanding him. Is he some type of friend? "Well, whoever Tyler is, I don't like him. Did he do this to you?" I insisted but got no answer.

I huff under my breathe and got treat eyes seeing him like this. "Jack…" I grabbed hold of his hand and kissed his sore knuckles and looked into his eyes.

This isn't the Jack I first knew. Is this all my fault somehow? I looked around and noticed how surprisingly clean the apartment was, seems like he hadn't been in here for days.

"There's nothing for you to worry about, (Y/N). Just been getting into some action with Tyler. I've been living with him for a few days now." Even his tone of voice sounds different.

Almost like he's a different person.

"I'm sorry. I don't like seeing you like this.. I'm sorry if it feels like I've left you. Truth us..I care about you Jack, a lot..what I mean to say is that I've fallen in love with you." I whispered to afraid to look at him now

Instead of hoping for an answer I winced when I felt Jack's other hand grip the back of my head, making me stay in place.

"This thing that has been happening in my life will change the way we see things, (Y/N). I don't want you to get involved, but you'll soon realize what's to come. You're too good for a man like me."

I was a bit afraid to day the least. i had never seen Jack like this. I felt his grip loosen then this hand went to the back of my neck and to grasp my cheek.

"You met me at a very strange time in my life." He whispered looking at me.

I gasped when Jack reached to grab my face and began to kiss me roughly. I could taste the blood remaining on his lips and could feel how hot and aggressive he was becoming.

I wasn't planning on stopping by his place and getting it on with him as fast, I wanted this relationship to be slow, but I felt my stomach turn and my core ache when he began to shift closer to me and beginning to undo my coat.

Thought life is too short to be waiting. We never know how long we'll be with the person we love.

"I want you Jack…" I whispered against his lips and saw his eyes dilate. He looked at me with eyes full of lust.

I placed those thoughts aside and I reached up to grab his hair and pulled on it slightly making him lower myself onto the couch and I felt his hands beginning to lower down to my stomach….

[otherworldseekers]

They Can’t Take You Away From Me: Part 9

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“Would you perhaps care to go somewhere… private?”

Severia nods eagerly and tightens her hold on him. A moment later they are standing again in the Aetheryte plaza of Revenant’s Toll. With one hand she gathers her skirts and with the other grabs his hand, pulling him toward the Rising Stones as fast as she can walk in her heels. They pass swiftly through the Seventh Heaven, bursting with patrons who will no doubt be gossiping all night, but that can’t be helped. Rushing through the inner door, ignoring Tataru’s surprised squeal, and up the stairs to the second floor. 

Sensing that they are near their destination, Nero is already reaching for her. They tumble through the door to her rooms and when it closes behind them Nero pushes her up against it. His hands move down her torso, grip her hips to lift her up and pin her there. She wraps her legs around him as her fingers fumble to cast the bolt. Then his mouth is on hers again and everything is right with the world. 

“Nero…” she moans when his mouth begins to explore. Gods, how she’s dreamed of this. 

Nero’s voice hums through her as he plies lips and tongue and even teeth along the edge of the scales that lead from her neck to a point tantalizingly close to the curves of her breasts. “I’ve been wondering all evening what these scales feel and taste like.”

“And your verdict?” she asks breathlessly as she grabs fistfuls of his hair. 

“Like I’m a starving man and you’re my favorite dish,” Nero says as he begins making his way back to her lips. 

Severia fails to stifle a giggle. “Pfff. What kind of line is that?” 

Nero raises his head, looking somewhat wounded. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“I’m sorry. It was only a little terrible,” she says, still giggling. Of course she’s used to Nero being somewhat cheesy, and they’ve always laughed about it together. She hopes this Nero won’t be too offended, but he grins at her. 

“Do you know you’re adorable?” he asks. 

“When I’m laughing at you?”

“Every moment of everyday.”

Severia gives him an curious look. “And how do you know that? Today is the first time you’ve actually looked at me.”

“Must you remind me of my folly?”

“It wasn’t… You didn’t do anything foolish.”

“Perhaps.”

Gently he lowers her back to her feet and pulls away from her. Not far, but enough. Severia wonders if she has ruined the mood entirely. On one hand, she feels relief. Things have been progressing rapidly, giving her little time to think about what is happening between them. And she doesn’t want to get this wrong. This night might be their only chance. She doesn’t want him to regret anything. 

“Would you… like some coffee?” she asks him.

Nero cups her cheek. “Coffee would be welcome.” He leans in to kiss her. A simple kiss to assure her that what he wants hasn’t changed. Severia’s stomach flutters at the light touch. 

“I’ll get the drinks. Could you turn the furnace on low?” It may be summer, but even summer evenings in Mor Dhona can be quite chilly. She wants him to be comfortable. Perhaps comfortable enough to take his clothes off… Chiding herself for that thought, she heads to the kitchen. 

When Severia makes her way to the living room holding two steaming cups, she finds it pleasantly warm. Nero has removed his jacket and made himself at ease on the sofa. 

“Thank you,” Nero says, taking a mug from her. Without blowing on it, he takes a sip. “Ah. Delicious. In fact, perfect.”

Severia shuffles her heels off and sits down on the opposite side of the sofa with her bare feet tucked up beneath her. She smiles at him over her teacup. “You taught me how to make it. I prefer tea myself.”

“I might have guessed that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You seem like a tea person.”

“Let me guess. The world is divided into tea people and coffee people?”

“Something like that,” he says with a grin. “Not that there’s anything wrong with tea people.”

“Of course. Coffee people are all right in my book as well.”

“How fortunate.”

“Yes.”

“Tell me about us,” Nero says suddenly, his head tilted to the side in curiosity. “I understand we first met as enemies, but tell me about what changed that.”

Severia blinks in surprise at the question. “You did,” she tells him. “You just showed up one day and decided you were going to join us at the Crystal Tower. Took it for granted that if there was Allagan tech around then you belonged there, Garlean or not. And you were interested in me, in my… abilities. I don’t think you had quite given up on being able to study them.”

“I sound like rather a nuisance.”

“Yes,” Severia says with a fond smile. “Your arrogance was quite astounding sometimes. Though you claimed you wanted to make amends.”

“Did I make amends?”

“Not really,” Severia says with a laugh. “Not that time anyway.”

“I don’t sound very likable,” Nero says with frown.

“Perhaps not. I can’t say I liked you very much at first. But you were interesting,” Severia admits. “And you… listened to me. Not many people did back then.”

“You seem to me eminently worth listening to.”

Severia feels her heart skip a beat, marvels at how easily he always charms her. Nero has changed, their relationship has changed, and yet everything is still the same. He has always been the only one who can do this to her heart. 

“Tell me then,” Nero says, “when did you start to like me?”

“I suppose it was that night.” Severia sips her tea and smiles at the memory. 

“That night?”

“The night we went to the Gold Saucer charity gala together.”

Nero’s eyebrows rise with interest. “You have me intrigued.”

“Well, we weren’t together. We just happened to be traveling together for…. Oh it’s a long story. But Godbert Manderville pretty much bribed me to attend his gala and you were there so you came along. I was so anxious and when Godbert made a point of showing me off to the entire room I nearly fainted.” Severia studies her teacup as she remembers that incredible evening. “You came to my rescue. I still don’t know why. We ended up dancing all night and ignoring everyone around us and…” She finds herself blushing. “And you kissed me.”

“And you found my kisses irresistible?” Nero asks with a cheeky grin. 

“Not quite,” Severia laughs. “Even after that I tried to convince myself I didn’t like you. But in hindsight, I can admit that kissing you that night was a point of no return.”

“I’m sure it was for me too,” Nero murmurs, his eyes caught on her lips. “I can’t imagine ever recovering from your kisses.” 

His hand reaches to the base of her neck and he pulls her into a slow, lingering kiss that makes her whole body tingle. Tonight, his kisses are irresistible. Nor does she have any intention of resisting, even if part of her is afraid it’s all too good to be true. 

“I’m not dreaming, am I?”

Nero chuckles. “Not unless we both are.”

“This is too perfect to be real.”

“Then let’s enjoy it as long as it lasts.”

He’s right. She told herself at the beginning that she would enjoy this evening for what it is, no matter what happens afterward. She shouldn’t question it, but there is one thing she wants to know.

“What made you invite me to dinner tonight?” 

Nero grins a little sheepishly. “My reasons were entirely selfish. You showed up looking simply gorgeous in that dress and I wanted to keep looking at you.” He runs a finger along the low neckline of her dress, just shy of her skin. “Though I must say I am also very interested in seeing you out of it.”

Severia’s heartbeat quickens and she has to make an effort to ignore the heat growing inside her. “Do you… recognize it at all? The dress?”

“So I’ve seen you in it before? Tell me about it.”

“It’s… I was wearing it that night at the gala.”

Nero moves closer to her on the sofa, a playful smile on his face. “And did I get to take it off of you that night?”

“No. Though you tried. I turned you down.”

“What did I say?”

“You said ‘Stay with me tonight, Severia. I want you.’” And she remembers asking him what he wanted more, Allagan technology or her. He hadn’t been able to answer then. What would he say now, if she asks him what he really wants? Would he be able to say what she longs to hear?

“Hmmm… I’m sure I could do better than that this time,” Nero says. 

“You can try.”

Nero thinks for a few moments and then takes her hand in his. “Severia, will you let me stay with you tonight? There’s little enough I know about myself anymore. But here, with you, I don’t feel like the empty shell I have been these past months. I feel like making new memories…” He places a tender kiss on the scales on the back of her hand. “Together.”

Severia lets out the breath she has been holding. “You’re right. That was better.”

“So do I get to take the dress off you?” Nero grins mischievously and looks so much like her own Nero that Severia finds she no longer cares about consequences. She wants him now. Needs him now. 

“You should start with the jewelry.”

[articulatedbyleilani]

Dear Donnel,

If you're reading this blog, I hope it helps you understand me a little bit better. I hope it gives you clarity. This journal goes in order and I hope it helps you understand the "whys". This blog is my truth and I hope you understand that.

I've always wanted the best for myself, for you and for us.

I've done my absolute best and so have you, but what we think being a good partner is has so much more to it then either of us realized.

Aside from all of my accomplishments, nothing has made me feel more fulfilled then being your person, you being mine. Nothing has made me feel more fulfilled knowing you were able to bring your problems to me because you trusted me to help you figure them out. Nothing has made me feel more fulfilled knowing that the both of us worked our asses off everyday to better our future, especially on days we don't want to get out of bed. I miss everything. My most favorite part of the days were when I'd come home and tend to my wifey duties in order to make sure you ended the day on a good note. Greeting you at the top of the stairs with a big, cheesy, nervous smile. You taking your evening poop and scroll, taking a hot, relaxing shower while listening to your pod cast, while I laid your clothes out for you. Nothing made me feel better than seeing you head to the kitchen, to take your supplements, drink your tea, say "oh my gosh!" to a podcast, then head to the bar top to eat a warm, cooked meal I prepared for you, following it with your sun flower seeds. Nothing made me feel better than you finishing your night routine to cuddle on the couch with me, skin to skin until you were ready for me to fill up your wader and head to bed. Nothing felt better than heading to bed, making sure all the fans were on, you had the right blanket, I had the mini fan ready to keep you cool, while having you hugging me and then I'd scratch your head until I recognized a change in the way you were breathing and the way your body slowly relaxed in my arms, letting me know you were finally asleep. Nothing felt better than surprising you with smoothies and pineapples mid sleep. Nothing felt better than being your safety and rest.

I've liked being alone the last 3 weeks because it gave me time to reflect and think, but I know I prefer being alone with you. I've been so uneasy since our break up. I hate that things are what they are and that we're not doing anything about it. It hurts that we went from being each other's back bone to barely speaking. It hurts knowing I can't be there through everything I know you're dealing with. It hurts that I'm constantly worried about you, to the point where I'm barely sleeping incase you ever need to call me. It hurt's, even with god by both of our sides.

18 The Lord God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” - Genesis 2:18 NIV

All I want is for us to work everything out, be better together, better for ourselves and better for each other. I want both of us to recognize our faults and the areas we lack in and improve them together. I want GOD at the center of our relationship because like the bible says, a cord of 3 strands is not easily broken. I want us to put each others minds at ease. You're the first person to ever make me walk in love, I want all my last to be with you, now, always and forever. If it's not you, I promise it isn't anybody. I would be willing to work harder than ever to get everything we had back and better.

Before it's even a thought in your mind, I can't even imagine dating or sleeping with somebody else. I can't imagine loving somebody else. And even if we figure things out and end up getting back together and better, i'd be willing to wait until marriage before we sleep with each other again.

Looking back now and admitting my faults, I've been so stubborn. I've been stuck in my ways. I've hurt you without being aware of it. I should've showed up for you more. I will also admit that I too, also need to be better at praising you and showing how much I appreciate you. To say I'm sorry is an understatement. But to say I'm okay with us never speaking again or trying to fix this would be a lie. My biggest fear as of now, is that you put me in a position where I refuse to ever speak to you again.

I love you, so much.

I miss you, more than I ever have.

Sincerely,

Poopy girl

[evedreamsof]

trauma // c. oftana

entry #55

TW: pedophilia eve talks with a heavy heart

eve stayed in the living room, her legs up and her arms wrapped around it, her knees underneath her chin. she wasn’t affected by stories like those anymore, but this one hit differently, she just couldn’t figure out why. ‘why now?’ she thought. ‘i was okay. i was doing well. i can’t tell calvin about this. especially with khalel having a fever.’

but before she could compose herself, calvin appeared from the kitchen and reached for the remote. “leloy’s asleep, looks like he’s feeling better. ena told me that she’d be skipping work tomorrow for him.”

“that’s nice,” she murmured. she willed herself to sound relieved like she was not feeling anything other than worry for the baby. ��i’m glad.”

calvin sat down beside her and dropped the remote. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” she replied. “i’m fine. khalel is who we should be worried about. good that he’s feeling better.”

he turned his body to face her. “eve.”

“i’m fine,” she stressed. “i’m fine.”

but calvin wouldn’t have it. he wrapped his arms around her and said, “you’re not okay and i want to know why. i need to know why. i want to help you. please let me help you. please, eve. please.”

eve leaned on him and began to sob. “i’m supposed to be okay. i’m supposed to have healed. why is everything coming back to me like it just happened yesterday.” she clutched his shirt and said, “i can’t do this, calvin. i can’t talk about it. not now.”

he kissed the top of her head. “okay. okay. i won’t force you. you tell me when you’re ready.”

days passed and eve could tell calvin was worried sick about her. khalel was feeling much better so that was one relief. the baby was supposed to be with them that week but calvin had asked ena to take care of him for awhile.

everyday, calvin would sit very close to her that sometimes she could hardly breathe. but she knew it was because he loved her and wanted her to feel better. she wanted to tell him already, but she wasn’t ready yet. maybe soon.

one day, calvin was having a bad day, but he still continued to care for her. after a slight inconvenience with the microwave, eve had had enough. it was bad enough that he was trying his best to make her feel better, she couldn’t possibly feel like she was a burden.

“my munchkin,” she called after his fifth curse. “can you come here for a second?”

“you want anything from the kitchen?” he asked.

she smiled. even when things were going south, he still wanted to make her feel that he loved her. “maybe some hot cocoa with marshmallows?”

“you got it, my penguin.”

after a few minutes, calvin approached her with two mugs in his hands. “alright, here’s your cacoa, and here is mine.” he placed them down on the coffee table and warned her it was still hot. “can’t have you burning your tongue. you won’t be able to feel mine.” he smirked.

she giggled and then instructed him to sit beside her. he did so and locked her in an embrace from behind. “i’m ready to tell you.”

“really?” he asked, surprised. “don’t force yourself, my penguin. it’s okay if you aren’t really ready to.”

“no,” she said while shaking her head. “i’m ready.”

and with a deep breath, she exhaled and started.

“when i was fifteen, i made an online friend. he was much older. i think early thirties, if i’m not mistaken. he was very nice at first. and well, i don’t really know what happened but at some point, we talked a lot about sex.”

she felt his hold on her tighten. “did he force you to do anything?”

she shook her head. “that’s the thing. he didn’t have to force me to do anything. i allowed myself to do it. i was fifteen and i thought i was all grown up. you know, an adult.” she scoffed. “how wrong i was.”

she leaned her head back onto his chest. “pictures were sent back and forth. at first, it was innocent, then it became a bit more revealing…until finally, everything was off.” she sniffled. “i didn’t think much of it during those moments. i didn’t think there was anything wrong with it at all. then one day, we just stopped communicating. i don’t remember how that happened, i don’t know how it happened but it just…vanished. and i guess that was a good thing.”

“it was a good thing.”

“it was, yes.” she sighed. “i think that’s one reason why my depression sort of like, activated, or something. at some point, i knew it was wrong but i ignored it.” she sniffled again. “i…i don’t know what happened to him after that. probably went to jail. sodomized. killed. i don’t know, i don’t care.”

calvin kissed the top of her head. “i’m sure he got what he deserved. for corrupting an innocent mind. for making you feel dirty.”

she swallowed. “i’ve always wondered what would happen if i realized how wrong that was at an early point.” she shrugged. “he probably victimized others as well. pedophiles don’t stop until they’re caught. well, those who do something about their sick mind.”

they both shifted on the couch, allowing themselves to fully face each other. they didn’t speak. they just looked into each other’s eyes. hers glistened as her tears fell, and his were boring into hers, as if she was all he could see. and maybe she was.

“calvin,” she started, “i’m sorry for not telling you sooner. i got scared.”

“no,” he said. he raised his hand and wiped her tears away before holding her chin. “no. i get why you didn’t want to say anything. what happened to you was very traumatizing, yes. and i don’t blame you for whatever you did.”

“but–”

“no.” he raised his other hand and his thumb rubbed her cheek. “no. it wasn’t your fault. none of it was, okay? and i know what you’re thinking. know that i don’t love you any less. i am glad you told me about this, it’s going to help me understand you more. and i want to understand you more. i love you and nothing will ever change that.”

she nodded and looked down, but calvin tilted her head up. “hey. i promise, i will help you get through everything you need. i’ll be right here beside you. forever.”

she smiled “thank you.”

he leaned in to kiss her. it was soft and gentle. eve knew he did not want to go straight at it. he probably didn’t want to shock her after listening to her story. it was her who deepened the kiss, her who asked for entrance, which he willingly complied.

“i don’t feel dirty when i’m with you,” she mururmed against his lips.

“yeah?” he smiled, his lips grazing hers. “i’m glad.”

they separated and calvin brought her close to him. “thank you for telling me.”

“i was afraid you’d be disgusted.”

“no. no. never.” he tucked her head under his chin. “our hot cocoa is getting cold.”

“i’m getting cold,” she said.

he smiled. “i can warm you up.”

[sneakers-and-shakes]

The 15 Minute Method

“Alexa, start a timer for 15 minutes” is how I’ve started writing this blog post. I’ve been struggling to figure out what to write about for this month’s update and haven’t really been able to come up with anything, but conversely, I’m not sure if I’ve really sat down and tried either.

It’s hard to get myself to start writing when I don’t really know what it should be about.

A friend of mine told me about a technique she uses to get herself to start doing something, which is to set a timer for fifteen minutes and just start with the objective to get as much done in those 15 minutes as possible.

It’s easy to get overwhelmed with a list of to-dos and it’s hard to feel like you have the time to properly dedicate to those things. But the beauty of this method is that it gets you going and you realize just how much you can accomplish in fifteen minutes.

It’s a good way to tackle a few things everyday instead of everything all at once too. At the end of the fifteen minutes you can just stop and call it for the day and you have already made progress towards your goal or your list.

It’s definitely a lot further than where you started. For me, with six minutes to go on my timer I’m at least 231 words in so far which is 231 words more than I had about nine minutes ago.

It’s pretty simple but let me lay out the steps to using this method:

1. Choose a task, a list item, anything you need or want to get done without any regard for how long you think it will actually take

                -even if you think something will take more than 15 minutes, for example, writing a blog post, choose it anyway. You don’t have to do the whole thing all at once and usually the bigger tasks that feel more overwhelming are the ones we don’t choose and keep putting off which is why it helps to make a dent in it through this method

                -you can also break something big down too, say your goal is only to declutter or organize one drawer instead of your whole kitchen

2. Set a timer for fifteen (or twenty if you’re feeling spicy) minutes and only do that task for the whole amount of time until the timer goes off

3. At the end of the fifteen minutes you can just stop without any pressure to keep going as you’ve done your part. If you do want to keep going then set another 15 minute timer to keep you on track without burning out

“Alexa, set another timer for 15 minutes” is how I’m ending this blog post, to go back through and edit or add to it, create the visuals, move this online and cross-post on tumblr.

This one task that has been eating at me from my to-do list is actually complete, and it really took fifteen minutes once I sat down and dedicated that time for it.

I think you’ll be surprised at how much you get done too once you try this out and I’d love to hear how it goes for you if you do!

I hope this helped and I’ll see you next month!

[ama-ships]

Hey psst what are the top 10 or more things you love about zhao?

Hoo boy... We're about to get RIGHT IN THERE~

1 - First off, definitely how passionate he is, and he's passionate about a lot of things, not just cooking! He's passionate about his friends and those who he deems part of his family, even if it's not his style to wear that passion on his sleeve.

2 - Oh my lord... Tianyou Zhao has the most amazing voice and I cannot get enough of hearing it. It's as smooth as silk, soft, and calming, but I will never let anyone underestimate how much power his voice can hold when the situation calls for it. Hell, it even holds power when it's just as it is and I could sit there and listen to him talk for not minutes, not hours, not days nor months but an eternity.

3 - Watching him battle is definitely high up there on the list of the many things I love about him. When he's in combat, his moves are more graceful than you'd ever anticipate with how he intertwines his acrobatic skills into devastating battle-enders. Not to mention when he uses his Saber, it becomes an extension of himself, every swing precisely executed and packed with power to cut anyone down that he needs to

4 - Well this one won't come as a shock to you but maybe to others but his hands... He has beautiful hands and he takes such good care of them, his nail polish is done better than mine too! I always find myself admiring them, holding them, and toying with all the rings he wears but when the rings aren't there... I love to hold both his hands, fingers intertwined tightly being able to feel the warmth that radiates from his touch alone.

5 - So I discovered that I love his little smirk, and it's definitely not intentional, it's like it's just part of his everyday expression and I know he's not entirely aware of it but it's so stinkin' cute! I love catching even the smallest glimpse and I try not to say anything otherwise that is when he deliberately controls his expressions.

6 - This one may seem silly but I love how tall he is... I mean he's only 6'1 but I love that he's taller than me and my height is perfect enough that I can wrap my arms around him and just rest my head against his shoulder. Cause again there isn't a big height discrepancy, it's just a perfect balance. Plus I love looking up at him and thinking to myself, damn you're beautiful and I love you~

7 - So my beloved struggles with online shopping, basically due to things saying one size and being the complete opposite and I understand this, everyone does, but why do I love that? Because even though I'm not a girl who is big into shopping, I know Zhao can be so of course I love going out with him to do things he enjoys doing. Any time with Zhao is well spent~

8 - It's no surprise that I love (while this is a skill it's still about Zhao since it's his) Essence of Ladder Acrobatics... Like dear lord... Watching that man utilize a ladder like it's weightless, watching the way he can balance without wall support like what the heck, why are you so skilled in things that should be impossible!

9 - Zhao's cooking is well it's chefs kiss~ That man's technical ability in the kitchen is a wonderous thing to behold~ As a picky eater, I can't resist trying things that Zhao cooks up~ But that aside I just love watching him do his thing because the best part is that his fighting style as he puts it is "straight from the kitchen."

10 - His style~ I mean he sticks to one style, that's just how he is but he pulls it off so well. He's confident about it too even if he doesn't express it verbally. Plus to me his style is sexy... Sexy and cool... Like how does he do that! I just love everything that is Tianyou Zhao~

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Me casually screaming into the void because jsdhgsjghdj thank you for this ask as well bb <3 I appreciate chu!

@cosmic-kaden

[gltvstudios]

Sayuri And Nigel

The Bar

Sayuri: "Been a while, Nigel. Havent seen you since college, what you've been up to?"

Nigel: - I don't like it here, it's too dark. Even for myself.

Sayuri: - Haha, Nigel, you are the one who always did business in the dark.

Nigel: - Things are different now, I've changed.

Sayuri: - I'll have a hard time believing that. What have you been doing since college?

Nigel: - Working with my father…for my father…(sigh) …and modelling on my free time.

Sayuri: - Modelling!

Nigel: - Yes…and I just got a new girlfriend.

Sayuri: - That's not actually news, Nigel, it will be news if you keep her for more than a week.

Nigel: - It's been almost a month, now.

Sayuri: - Wow!

Nigel: - Seriously. We started off as friends…

Sayuri: - As usual for you.

Nigel: - Yes, and then she was crying because she was rejected by her former sweetheart. I was there to offer a shoulder, but I felt like I could take advantage of her fragility to get some.

Sayuri: - As usual for you.

Nigel: - Yeah, and then we did have sex, and it was amazing, and I thought that on the next day I would just leave and everything would be forgotten.

Sayuri: - As usual for you.

Nigel: - Yesss….but…I was in her kitchen, the next morning, making some tea, I was starving…then I was waiting for the kettle to boil. Then I thought..what if?

Sayuri: - What?

Nigel: - What if I give myself the chance to see this girl smile everyday, what if I am the reason for that smile…and suddenly I wanted to stop being selfish, stop thinking it was all about sex and believing I could have fun with someone but making her happy at the same time. I wanted to be her boyfriend.

Sayuri: - So unusual of you!!!

Nigel: - Isn't it? (laughs)

Sayuri: - And why isn't she here with you?

Nigel: - She was tired, sleeping already, I was bored and decided to come here. I wouldn't wake her up for this.

Sayuri: - I see.

Nigel: - Actually, you know her.

Sayuri: - Oh, really?! Who is she?

Nigel: - Erika.

Sayuri: - Whaaa? That crazy girl from the drama class who had a band?

Nigel: - That. She's not that crazy now.

Sayuri: - Who would guess!?! I introduced you both…

Nigel: - Yes you did…

Sayuri: - Did she graduate?

Nigel: - One year after us…she is on the entertainment business. What about you?

Sayuri: - What about me?

Nigel: - Still the same cold hearted business woman?

Sayuri: - I got married, have four kids and a big house in the suburbs.

Nigel: - Really?!??

Sayuri: - Of course not, Nigel, you know me better than that.

Nigel: - So you're still the cold hearted…

Sayuri: - My heart was never cold. Nor my bed. You remember well.

Nigel: - Yes…I know you well. Too much for my own good.

"Nigel, you are so full of shit..I still can't believe you settled down."

Nigel: - Neither do I. But let's hope for the best.

Sayuri: - And optimistic…you are really a surprise. A delightful one. We all thought after college that you were going to be one of those City boys who lose money on short-term investiments and comit suicide in three years.

Nigel: - Okay, not even I was that pessimist.

Sayuri: (laughs) - But I'm glad you turned out well. You, of all those people from our class, was always my favourite.

Nigel: - Because I was good in bed and made you laugh.

Sayuri: - Not exactly in that order…but that was what I said back then. It wasn't really the truth. I loved you, but was terrified to admit.

Nigel: - Why?

Sayuri: - Because you were a fucking selfish bastard. And if I said anything related to sentiment, I would probably end up without the sex.

Nigel: - Well, you are quite correct. But I remember more fondly of our work together than anything else.

Sayuri: - We were a hell of a team.

Nigel: - Yes we were… looks at the bottom of the empty glass …I think I'll go home now.

Sayuri: - Already? Why?

Nigel: - Too much risk of flashbacks here. Goodbye, darling. See you around.

The Restaurant

Nigel: - So, miss Chiba, what brings us to this?

Sayuri: - Shouldn't we order first?

Nigel: - You know that when it comes to business, I go straight to it.

Sayuri: - Yes, you've always been very…agressive. But patience. I know people who are a lot mote lethal, being a lot more patient.

Nigel: - Why do I have the feeling that I'm in danger being here with you?

Sayuri: - I get to expand my business….and keep contact with a dear friend.

Nigel: - Seems too simple.

Sayuri: - What do you mean?

Nigel: - I have a bad feeling about this.

Sayuri: - Nigel! You really think I would put you or your family business up to danger?

The Office

Sayuri: - So, mr. Bates, this is it. Let's talk business.

Sayuri: - I don't usually rush things like this, but this is an unusual situation. I think you have a lot to profit on it.

Nigel: - Sayuri…"I must talk to my father. I never do business on his back.

Sayuri: - Nigel, don't be silly. Your father is not even in the company anymore.

Nigel: - How do you know it?

Sayuri: - I never make business in companies which I'm not able to have a full historical report. So, let me show you, I have here the report on MY company as I told you. You may take a look.

Nigel: - Leave it, I'll look when I have time.

Sayuri: - "Ha, Nigel, why are you so…."

Nigel: - So what?

Sayuri: - You are clearly on the defensive. You were never like this, not with me at least. You've changed.

Nigel: - I just have a perfect life and I want to protect it.

Sayuri: - Believe it or not, your protection is of my interest as well. If you do this, in the future you'll be very appreciative of my iniciative.

Nigel: "Why the hell am I supposed to trust you?"

Nigel: - And by the way, what do you mean by "my protection is important to you?"

Sayuri: - Dear, there are things I'm not supposed to say to you now…but yes, you'll have to trust me blindly. This feeling of uneasiness you are experimenting now is part of a process you will only understand in the future, but it's connected deeply with your inner self and your intuition.

Nigel: - What? New age crap now?

"Nigel. Just. Fucking. Read it."

Nigel: (smirks)

Sayuri: - What?

Nigel: - You seem pissed, and in a hurry, and nervous.

Sayuri: - Of course! I'm a business woman with thousand deals to close and stuff to sell and you are wasting my time with this kids game!

Nigel: - I'll….take a look.

Sayuri: - Take your time. But quite quickly.

"Can I at least ask you why is this so urgent?"

Nigel: - I mean, even you must agree that this is very, very suspicious.

"You WILL understand. VERY SOON."

Sayuri: - But for now, I can tell you that I'm not alone, that you are amongst friends, that things are happening and changing at a VERY fast pace, and all this is for your own good.

Nigel: - What about Erika?

Sayuri: - She has nothing to do with this.

Nigel: - Will she somehow be hurt by this?

Sayuri: - That depends entirely on you. It's on your hands. See ya.