#Sweet Shop in Ireland

[memadivine]

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[daisychainsandbowties]

not to be evil but my dad just brought these back from his hiking trip

which (consider) means that i have all the ingredients for that drink where you mix sour candy with Monster energy and then??? presumably suffer. and like. the less i think about this the more it seems like a good idea

[maraczeks]

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[avicecaro]

see. okay. this is true about chairs. and while i personally think “adult human female, female meaning of the sex which produces ova” is a very clear and comprehensive definition, not everyone agrees. and, for the sake of argument, that’s fine! but that’s not how the law works. lawmaking bodies agonize over the precise definitions of terms to ensure that the law does what they’re hoping it will do, and is not easily misused. that’s their job.

in ireland, the bread that fast food restaurants use is legally considered cake because of the sugar content. cake is regulated differently than bread. do you and i need to argue the finer points of cake and bread? how sweet do you think something has to be so we can consider it cake? does it matter? not really. but it does when you’re trying to tax staple foods and non-staple foods differently.

there have been multiple court cases in the US determining if a taco is a sandwich (as of May 2024, it is, as per the superior court of indiana, fun fact). is a taco a sandwich? i don’t know! i don’t really think so. if someone said “hey i made sandwiches” and gave me a taco, i’d be confused. and anyway, does it matter? not really. but it does when i’m trying to determine if a taco restaurant can open in a space that won’t allow sandwich shops.

is a barbershop different than a hair salon? i think so. i go to a hair salon, my brother goes to a barbershop, if we switched our appointments we’d both be unhappy. it matters for the sake of communication, but is it a super important distinction? not really. but what if i signed a non-compete agreement with the barbershop i work at that said i wouldn’t work at any nearby barbershop for six months after terminating my contract? can i work at a hair salon? now it matters.

if i needed fifty chairs for an event, and the company i contracted with sent fifty horses, or fifty tables, they could argue “but it’s something with four legs that a person can sit on!” and they’d be correct. but i would know i’d been given something different than what i asked for, and i would expect the chair supplier to know that, too. so if i want to demand a refund/return/exchange on the basis that i’ve received the wrong product, do i have a claim?

so, okay, you feel we can’t define the term “woman” perfectly. or maybe we can define it, as in we know what we’re trying to talk about, but we don’t have a good term for it. wouldn’t be the first time it happened! but if we are creating a legal category, it does in fact need to have parameters. meaningful parameters.

if i want to give some speeches promoting radical gender acceptance, i could probably get away with never outright defining the word woman. but what if i want men who kill women to have their crimes classified as hate crimes? i need to have a meaningfully defined category of what a woman is and what makes one different from a man. mexico requires that congressional candidates be split 50-50 between men and women to enforce gender parity. “woman” has to be a meaningfully defined category, or else … well, you’ll end up with the same problem they keep having to deal with.

if we want protections or resources for women, “women” have to be a meaningful legal category. if it is a category anyone can opt into, then it is a category that includes anyone, which is not a meaningful category when it is meant to include only half of people. also women aren’t chairs.

[littledemonlucina]

Last Weekend to Pre-Order! Shops will close on Nov 4th 11 p.m. CEST!

As you can see in the title, the last weekend to pre-order is approaching and we need about 25 more sales to fund the whole project. If you are interested in any of the designs, please consider buying them in the next days. They won't be available again for a while and maybe some of the pins you hope for won't return at all because they didn't get funded. We have two shops you can order from. One on Etsy and one on Ko-Fi and there are some notes on both.

Etsy

The Etsy shop has its location in America and belongs to a friend that is so sweet to help me out on this. I have no control on shipping prices, they get generated by the website and there is no option to get a bundle besides a complete set of all the designs. People that order on Etsy also don't get an exclusive free gift. That is reserved for the Ko-Fi shop.

Ko-Fi

The Ko-Fi shop is located in Austria. Every Ko-Fi order will come with an exclusive free gift, that gets produced in Austria. I can't send it over to America in large quantity, so that is why it's Ko-Fi exclusive. The pins on Ko-Fi are slightly cheaper, due to less fees than on Etsy. On Ko-Fi I am able to offer bundles and can give an overview over the shipping costs:

6$ for Austria 10$ for Europe 13$ for Great Britain and Ireland 18$ Worldwide

- Production time can take up to +8 months! Keep that in mind before ordering! - NO REFUNDS! (Unless a design gets not funded) - Please notify me on Ko-Fi if you have food allergies! I want to send snacks with her orders that you can enjoy.

[wosoamazing]

Surprise

Summary: You surprise your Ma for her birthday.

A/N: Just a short one, based off this request.

It was the day before international break, a period of time in which Katie’s Birthday feel, she was upset that yet again your little family would be split on a birthday, little did she know that your Mum was planning to come visit her, she had arranged with Tony to have a break however that was after the team had already been announced, so she asked Tony to wait until the day she surprised Katie to announce that she was no longer available.

“What if I just don’t go to camp this time, they’re only friendlies” she said as she opened a present.

“Katie, babe, no, you should go, it will be okay. Oh, and also you will get your main present on your Birthday” Caitlin said, she of course knew what this was, it was you and her, but Katie didn’t.

“What is it?” “You will have to wait to find out”.

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“Which plane ours?” You ask your Mum, you were standing on the window looking out at the planes in the lounge, Steph and Kyra were with you, as always, except for some reason you didn’t have nearly as many bags as them, where usually you would have more than them.

“We aren’t getting on a plane today, Monkey.” She replies, “But why?”

“Because we are going to fly to Ireland tomorrow, so we can surprise Ma for her Birthday,” your Mum informs you excitedly.

“So why we here then?” “To send her photos like we always do so she doesn’t get suspicious. We’re tricking her into thinking we are going to Matilda’s camp”.

“But you say tricking is bad” you pout.

“Well, most of the time it is, but this time it’s for a good reason, so it isn’t bad”.

“Because Ma is sad, she won’t see us on her birfday and if we go and see her she will get all happy?” you question trying to make sense of the situation “Exactly” “kay”

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“PLANE!” You exclaim as you watch a plane take off.

“Shh, Monkey, inside voice, people are trying to work and relax,” she tells you softly in your ear before she turns to a group of businesspeople near her, “I am so sorry, she is just very excited, we are going to surprise her Ma today, she is currently away for work, and its her birthday today,”

“Oh no, it’s sweet, and that is such a cute thing to do,” one of the Women say.

“It’s alright, we’re not really doing anything that important, trying to figure out what colour to use for our design, but I’m sure Katie will be happy to see you. Oh god I sound like a stalker, my daughter is an avid football fan, she plays and wants to become a professional”. The man who seems to the boss says.

“That’s okay, but I am sorry, if I ever see you at a game, I’ll make sure to say hi,”

“Thank you, we are actually coming to the first game after international break,”

“Well, I’ll keep a look out and maybe I’ll have a gift for her”.

“Now boarding flight BA830 to Dublin, flight BA830 boarding now”

“Oh, that’s us, nice meeting you all sorry for the noise again,” your Mum picked you up and headed to your gate, you got checked in and sat on the plane, it wasn’t a verry long flight, but you still fell asleep, something about planes sends you to sleep, you had also not slept much last night as you were excited about seeing your Ma.

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There was a car in the pick-up spot waiting for you, your Mum had asked Eileen if it was okay if she did surprise your Ma, she was nervous that Eileen would say no as it might cause some tension/drama in the team but Eileen said absolutely, she even offered a driver to pick you up from the airport and take you to the grounds, your Mum had said it’s okay but Eileen said it was the least she could do,

You got in a car with you Mum, which stopped outside a local flower shop, you went inside with her and helped her pick out the biggest and bestest bouquet for your Ma, after you had purchased it, you got back into the car. After about 3 minutes you were there.

“You ready?” “See Ma!”

Eileen was on the sidelines, near where you were entering, when she saw you, she yelled out “Katie, can you come over here for a sec,” you Ma turned around and started jogging before she saw you and stopped, her mouth dropped before she crocked out "Y/N/N, Cait".

“Ma,” you said as you started running as fast as your little legs could go, when you neared her, she put her arms out and you jumped into them, she lifted you up to give you a big hug before perching you on her hip, your Mum wasn’t far behind her.

“Happy Birthday my love,” your Mum said as she placed a kiss on your Mums lips and hugged her, before putting her arm around her shoulders. “How?” “That doesn’t matter now does it, we’re here.” “I love you so much, thank you for surprising me and for coming” your Ma said as a few tears left her eyes, but Caitlin was quick to wipe them away.

[agaypanic]

Hey :) I was wondering if since it’s a leap year you would maybe write a oneshot or blurb or smth with James Maguire x reader (maybe like Quinn!reader from your series??) where she proposes on the 29th of February bc it’s a tradition that comes from Ireland?? I just think it would be so cute bc he just totally wouldn’t see it coming and I’ve never seen anyone do it in a fic before

Leap Day (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: You, the girls, and James are now well into your twenties. Life is perfect, except for one little thing that’s been on your mind. After taking with your friends about it, you figure you should take matters into your own hands.

A/N: won’t put it on my series masterlist, but this could be seen as an epilogue of sorts to the fella series (even tho it’s not finished yet lol) but obvi it can be read as its own thing. Also im american so sorry for any terminology and such i get wrong. reader, james, and the girls are obvi aged up

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If you had told your younger self that you and your friends ended up staying in Derry after finishing school, she would’ve thought you lost your mind. All she thought about was graduating and leaving home, traveling the world, and escaping her pain-in-the-ass sister Erin and somewhat crazy family.

But if she saw the life you had now, she’d probably understand. Because you had everything you truly wanted.

You had a nice little job close to your flat where you managed a bookstore. It was a quaint shop that became a frequent stop for some of the local teenagers. Erin also stopped by every now and then to boast about what she had already read.

When you weren’t working, you were with your friends. You were a bit more tame than you were in your adolescence, but that all usually went out the window when Michelle got a drink or two in her. Which happened often.

But the best part of your day was when you’d go home to see your boyfriend of many years, the love of your life, James Maguire.

“So, what’s goin’ on with you and him, anyway?” Michelle asked as she messily poured everyone a glass of wine. Every now and then, you and the girls got together for a night to get drunk and catch each other up on anything that happened since the last time you’d gotten together. For some reason, you and James were a bit of a hot topic tonight.

“What d’ya mean, Michelle? You know what’s going on with us.” You laughed, taking your wine glass from her.

“I mean, when are the two of you getting hitched? Has he even popped the question to ya?”

“Believe me, Michelle, you’d all be the first to know if we got engaged.” You said a bit glumly, downing your drink and waving your glass around for Michelle’s attention to fill it again.

“He still hasn’t asked you?” Clare asked with an incredulous look. From the start, she had been a big supporter of your and James’ relationship. If it was up to her, you’d probably have a few kids and a house in the countryside by now. “You’ve been going out since we were sixteen! And you just turned twenty-five a few months ago, didn’t you?”

“Yup.” You responded, popping the ‘p.’ “Nine years and no ring.” You held your bare hand up to prove your point. “But I don’t mind too much. As long as we’re together, that’s really what matters.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.” Clare cooed.

“It’s shit.” Michelle countered.

“Michelle’s right, Y/n,” Erin said, grabbing a crisp from the bowl in the middle of the table. “You’ve been waiting for James to propose since we finished at Our Lady Immaculate; admit it.”

“Have not!” You laughed at the absurdity of your sister’s sentence, but the looks everyone gave you made it die down. “Okay, maybe a little. But not seriously! It was just like a dream, you know? Like Erin thinking she’ll get published or Granda thinking Ma will actually divorce Daddy.” 

Everyone giggled, except for Erin, who was grumbling about your little jab.

“Be serious, Y/n!” Clare laughed, patting your hand. “You’ve been waiting for him to ask for a long while.”

You looked down at your glass, swirling the wine around with a sigh. 

“Maybe a bit.” You answered quietly. It hadn’t really nagged at you too much until recently. After all, you had been together for almost a decade, and everyone else around you seemed to be getting engaged or married. You loved James; truly, you did. But it felt like you were missing out a little. “But I’m fine with waiting.”

“The question is, Y/n, how long are you gonna have to wait until he actually does it?” Erin asked, leaning forward to stare at you. You shrugged, not really knowing the answer and not really wanting to respond.

“You might as well ask him, Y/n!” Your cousin Orla said with a grin. She was always an optimist. “He might just be scared you’ll say no!”

“You know, now that you say it, that’s probably why he hasn’t asked yet,” Michelle said, taking a sip from her wine glass that had been filled more graciously than anyone else’s. “After all, James is a pussy.”

“Don’t call my fella a pussy, Michelle!” You reprimanded, yet you still laughed along with everyone else.

“I can call my cousin what I want. And the fact is that he’s a pussy!”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea, really,” Clare said when everyone’s chuckles had died down. She gasped. “This is a leap year! You could ask him on the twenty-ninth!”

“That’s next week, Clare.” You said a bit nervously. Of course, you’d marry James in a heartbeat. But the thought of proposing, especially so soon, made you a bit sick to the stomach. Now you realize why James probably hasn’t asked you yet.

“It’s either next week or another four years, Y/n,” Michelle said with a teasing smile.

You gulped, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. As you thought about it, you had to admit that it wasn’t really a bad idea. Sure, you had less than an ideal amount of time to plan everything out. But you could probably get something small but nice together.

“Okay… Who’s going ring shopping with me?” The girls squealed at your question, getting up to surround you in a drunken group hug.

***

It was the twenty-ninth, and you were a nervous wreck. The ring weighed heavy in your pocket as you paced around your dining room. Dinner was sitting waiting on the table, and you were playing your little speech of love over and over in your head. All you needed was James, who should be home soon. But as the minutes ticked by, you wished the clock would freeze so you could have more time to prepare for this.

“Darling, I’m home!” James called out as he opened the door, and you realized you were out of time. You skipped out to the front hall to greet your boyfriend.

“Hi, Jamie.” You cooed, giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek before stepping away so he could hang up his coat. 

“Sorry I’m a bit late, needed to finish some things at the office.” 

“Oh, that’s okay, hun.” You waved your hands, both to dismiss his unneeded apology and to get rid of some nervous energy.

James gave you a quick peck before walking off to the bedroom to change, leaving you to overthink a bit more. You wanted tonight to be perfect. James deserved nothing less than that.

To pass the time, you grabbed a candle and placed it in the middle of the small table, finding a lighter to light the wick.

“It’s so nice to be home,” James murmured as he walked over to you, arms slinking around you to pull you close to his chest. He buried his face into your neck, leaving a kiss or two before taking a deep breath. “Dinner smells good.”

“Thank you, Jamie.” You turned your head to kiss his cheek before pulling away from him. The two of you sat down and started putting food on your plates.

You talked about anything and everything, James leading most of the conversation, which you were grateful for. You felt that if you had to talk too much, you’d either stutter too much or end up spoiling your surprise. James held your hand most of the time, playing with your fingers absentmindedly as he talked about something amusing that happened at work.

Eventually, your plates were clear and your cups were empty. James was finishing up a story about something a few of his lads had done while they were all watching some sports game you didn’t know much about. You knew that now was your time.

“Jamie?” He hummed, perking up at the sound of his name. 

“Yes, love?”

“I love you.” You didn’t really know how else to start.

“I love you, too, N/n,” James said, smiling as he squeezed your hand.

You took a deep breath, about to give the speech that you’d been preparing in your head.

“I’ve known that you were the one for me since we were fifth years. Probably since I first saw you at the bus stop. That’s probably crazy, knowing something like that so early and so young… But it’s true.” You laughed, thumb sweeping over his knuckles. “These have been the best years of my life, being with you. And it might be a bit selfish of me, but I want more of them.”

“Y/n…” James whispered, tilting his head. “What are you saying, darling?”

“We have a bit of a tradition here.” You say, wiggling your hand from James’ grasp and standing up. “Ladies’ Privilege, Bachelor’s Day, whatever you fancy calling it. Where on Leap Day, girls can propose to their fella.” You stuck your hand in your pocket, fiddling with the ring. “And seeing how it’s Leap Day now, and I have a ring and all, I guess there’s just one last thing to ask.”

James’ expression turned even more stunned when you got down on one knee, now holding the silver band up in front of him. 

“Will you marry me, Jamie?”

In the few seconds of silence after that question, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears. He looked at you stunned, and you desperately wanted to know what was going through his mind. How long would you have to kneel on the ground for him to give you an answer?

But then he smiled brightly, and all your worry slipped away.

“Of course, I’ll marry you!” James slipped out of his chair to join you on the floor and grabbed your face, giving you a long and deep kiss. You gripped his curls in your free hand, the other resting on his shoulder. When he pulled away, he let out an airy laugh. “I never thought I’d be the one being proposed to.”

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” You giggled with him as you slipped the band onto his ring finger. “Happy Leap Day.”

“Happy Leap Day, indeed,” James said before kissing you again.

[louthesawgirl]

What each Saw character would get as a Tesco meal deal (scientifically accurate)

Hello everyone, I decided as my debut long Saw shitpost, I thought I would decide what meal deals different Saw characters would opt for if they stumbled into a Tesco and were a bit peckish after setting up a few traps.

If you’re not from the U.K. or Ireland and are not familiar with the British & Irish institutions of a meal deal, it’s basically a packaged sandwich, pasta pot, salad, bit of sushi maybe alongside a snack item and a drink for a fixed price (it used to be around £3/ €4 but the shops are taking the piss now). Meal deals are considered a treasured institution here and are an indication of your personality. People judge your character based on what you get between two slices of cheap bread.

Here’s what different Saw characters would get for a Tesco meal deal:

Adam (Faulkner) Stanheight

1. Southern fried chicken chipotle mayo sub

2. Doritos cheese flavour

3. Vimto still drink

Judging on how we know Adam is quite an unorganised adult struggling to adult most days, I would assume he opts for high energy foods to keep his tastebuds happy. Cheese, spiced chicken and fruity drinks seem up his street. Plus, Vimto is a very Mancunian thing and if Saw was set in the U.K., there’s no way Adam would not be from Manchester.

Dr Lawrence (Larry) Gordon

1. Eat Your Greens Feta Salad

2. Apple & Grape snack pot

3. Chilled Iced Latte

I feel like because Larry is a doctor, he prioritises convenience but also eats healthily. I also imagine him to be meat free/ vegetarian so that explains the feta & greens salad (I don’t think he’d be vegan though, he seems like he loves proper cheese too much). Larry seems like he’d always be carrying breath mints or tictacs to minimise the cheese or coffee breath- nobody needs a waft of that when being told they’ve got 6 months left to live.

Amanda Young

1. BLT sandwich

2. Walkers Thai Sweet Chilli Sensations Crisps

3. Monster Energy drink (chosen based on packaging colours to match mood)

Amanda is a busy lady planning traps and building contraptions designed to almost certainly kill people. She seems like she enjoys a bit of spice along with classic comfort combinations.

John Kramer

- Chicken & bacon sandwich

- Egg snack pot

- Green smoothie

John seems like he’s mindful of what he puts into his body considering he’s consistently a salt & vinegar crisp away from death with the cancer and all. He’s also a very smart man so he would know the best value for money combination with a meal deal is getting an overpriced fruit smoothie for a drink.

Mark Hoffman

- All Day Breakfast sandwich (triple)

- Walkers Max Salt & Vinegar crisps

- Red Bull

Mark seems like he can’t get enough of bacon & sausage, even though it’s cold and not exactly very fresh. Maybe he’d even have a bit of HP brown sauce with it. Mark would also probably make immature jibes towards vegans and vegetarians because he’s that kind of man. Considering Mark works overtime setting up traps and evading capture, all he’d be drinking by the events of Saw 7 would be energy drinks.

Jill Tuck

- Egg & Cress sandwich

- Arla strawberry protein yogurt

- Bottle of water

Jill is a bit… bland. I’m sorry but I just have to say it. Egg & cress perfectly summarises Jill’s personality as seen in movies 4-7 between two pieces of bread.

Peter Strahm

- Deli style cheese & pickle sandwich

- Smoked salmon sushi pack

- Pepsi Max

Strahm made some good decisions, some regrettable ones and one very very dumb decision during his time in the Saw universe. Just like his track record with making poor decisions, I’d guess Peter would get some supermarket sushi as a snack with his meal deal- not very fresh nor authentic and will leave you wondering why you couldn’t have got a pack of reliable crisps or a chocolate bar instead.

Lindsey Perez

- Feta & sundried tomato pasta

- Propercorn sweet & salty popcorn

- Fanta orange

Perez is a great character and so she would get a meal deal to reflect that. Why do I also imagine Lindsey being veggie?

Eric Matthews

- Meatball marinara sub

- Walkers Monster Munch Pickled Onion crisps

- Red Bull

I feel like this choice accurately reflects Eric. It’s a combination that’s maybe reflective of an immature palette, maybe even a sort of guilty pleasure combination. I wonder if he’d put the monster munch hands (or feet) on his fingers and eat them like that.

Hope you enjoyed my incredibly British saw shitpost x

[tumbleweed-writes]

Never Lost: Chibs Telford X Reader

18+ Only

President Chibs Telford needs some reassurance from his ol lady as his worries about the future of the club become too much to bear alone.

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She knew that no one would ever believe her when she said it but Chibs Telford was by far the gentlest soul she had ever had the privilege of meeting.

She knew that most people would scoff at such a declaration. The entire aura that surrounded Chibs Telford screamed anything but gentle.

The President of the Redwood Original charter of the Sons of Anarchy did not exude any overtone of sweetness.

By Chibs’ appearance alone the outside world perceived him as being brutal and menacing.  

As club Pres Chibs had found that it served him well to carry a certain sense of intimidation to outsiders and anyone who may wish harm upon him or his brothers. 

He had only been wearing the President patch for less than a year upon their first meeting, but in that time he had learned to wear any sense of danger he might emit with a sense of security.

He had always been intimidating to the public of course; given his history with both the MC and the cause in Ireland.

He was well versed in causing alarm to those who lived within the societal norm.

The scars Jimmy O’ had left along his cheeks had helped give off this impression of danger and fear.

Chibs could admit that he’d coped with the injury Jimmy O’ had left him with by using it to his advantage. He’d allowed people to gawk at his scars and allowed their imaginations to run wild taking the evidence of such savagery as a sign Chibs Telford was not to be fucked with.

Chibs had learned not to allow people’s reaction to his appearance to bring him down. He had learned not to care if people were afraid of him. He had learned just how helpful it could be to be perceived as rough and intimidating. He was not ashamed to have the average man recoil upon one intense gaze from him.

Chibs Telford wore his ability to intimidate and frighten like a crown; appropriate for the King of SAMCRO.

Y/N Y/L/N had failed to feel any sense of intimidation upon first meeting the King of SAMCRO.

She felt even less intimidated now that she wore his crow inked over her right shoulderblade.

She sighed exhaustion flooding her body as she exited her car slamming the door shut behind her and locking it.

She made the short trek up the pavement heading towards the storefront that had once been Scoops and Sweets. The shop that had once sold ice cream and other sugary treats now operated as a home for Charming’s local outlaw MC.

As the club recovered and some money had begun to stream in, Chibs and the boys had been able to buy out Jacob Hale for ownership of the property as well as the few other abandoned storefronts beside it.

The space had been turned into a large enough clubhouse perfect to house what remained of SAMCRO.

The boys had remained in the porn business working with Lyla to film projects for Red Woody Productions though Y/N knew money was at times tight. There was a ton of competition in the world of adult entertainment.

The MC was surviving though; they were doing all they could to stay out of the red and keep going.

Y/N was not surprised to be met with a hug as soon as she entered the clubhouse. She chuckled, able to smell a hint of booze on her hugging partner’s breath as he spoke, appearing more like an overeager kid than a grown man. “Hey, Doll. Good to see you.”

“Hello, Tiggy. You doing alright?” She dared to ask, spotting the clear sign of intoxication on his features it was obvious that he was not abstaining from indulging even on a weeknight, though she knew she should not expect less from an outlaw biker.

“I’m alright. You want a shot?” Tig asked releasing her from the hug heading to the bar that had been added to the space upon a pricey remodel of the interior.

She managed to shake her head, her voice soft as she tried not to yawn. “Maybe later. Venus around?”

“Nah, she had a job tonight. Something involving a chastity device, paddles, cherry preserves, and whip cream.” Tig remarked a lovesick grin crossing his features at the mention of his ol lady.

Y/N raised a brow not sure she would ever get accustomed to the odd factors behind the chosen career path of one Venus Van Dam. 

She pushed any questions from her mind about how those items might possibly be used together telling herself it was best not to know. “My old man around?”

Tig nodded off towards the staircase in the far corner of the room. “Upstairs in the chapel, been looking over the books for hours now. He’ll be glad to see you; old bastard needs a break.”

She shook her head, tempted to point out that if Chibs was old then Tig was just as ancient.

She kept the comment in saying nothing as she headed upstairs. She rolled her eyes as Tig called out to her a giggle leaving his lips. “Remember to tell Chibby to wrap it before he taps it.”

She made her way down the hallway passing by closed dorm rooms and walls lined with mugshots knowing the way to the club’s chapel by now even though she was rarely permitted to enter the space.

She did not bother to knock, creaking the door open a soft sigh leaving her lips at the sight of her old man bent over a stack of ledgers tension clear in his body.

He gazed up at her, a tight tired smile crossing his lips as he gazed at her over the frames of his reading glasses. “M’angel ye didn’t have to come up here.”

She shrugged her shoulders, sending him a crooked smile in response. “I have discovered that our bed at home is too big when you aren’t in it. Thought I might give the bed in your dorm room a try tonight.”

He let out a tired chuckle shaking his head as he replied. “Aye, sorry to disappoint ye, Love, but I migh not be makin it to my bed tonight.”

She furrowed her brow making her way towards him, her hand reaching out to press to his shoulder not surprised by the tension she felt radiating off of him. “The books won’t let you sleep?”

He sighed, shaking his head, his voice tight. “Fraid not, got too much to go over..thought we were gonna be more outta the red by this point. We were doin good fer a wee bit. I mean, we had enough to buy out the shops next to us and remodel…shite was doin good with Red Woody, Lyla found some new talent gotta a few new girls signed to do a few videos fer us…and we had a good few months where the money was pourin in…we got fuckin arrogant and spent more than we shoulda though with the clubhouse remodel, shite cost more than it shoulda. We didn’t anticipate things slowin back down. Doesn’t help that rival studios keep tryin to poach our talent. We’re hittin the red again. I’m sure ye know that though given yer role in the business.”

She let out a soft sigh nodding her head knowing that though she worked as an editor for Red Woody Productions, she was well aware of the financial struggles of the business. “Yeah, things have been stressful at the studio lately. The subscription service seems to be picking up, but the videos keep getting leaked to free sites.”

She could admit she had recoiled just the slightest the first time Chibs had shared with her just what kind of business the Sons were tied up in. 

She could admit she had assumed the worst. 

Meeting Lyla had soothed her preconceived notions about just what was involved with Red Woody Productions. 

The offer to work for the porn studio had been a bit of a beggers can’t be choosers situation for Y/N.

She had been out of a job and out of a home when Chibs had come to her rescue. Chibs had insisted that he might be of some service as she’d panicked over what she was going to do without any home nor any money.

She had paled when he’d first mentioned the studio to her. Of course she had wrongly assumed he was suggesting she might want to work in front of the camera…in fact she’d maybe slapped him when he’d first uttered the words “I gotta idea, Love. The club I’m in…we got a production studio that will hire ye, porn.”

She had of course grimaced the second her palm had met his cheek and the anger in her had cooled off. She had been certain that she had made a dumb choice, slapping the outlaw biker who was so kindly offering her help in a desperate situation.

Much to her relief Chibs had not taken her slap personally and had quickly soothed any misunderstanding. “Ye said ye have experience as an editor, Lass. Ye did say that ye did that fer yer old job…I’m not suggesting ye make videos, I’m suggesting ye edit em. Our last editor quit on us, ye might be a good replacement.”

Y/N felt her stomach churn as Chibs let out a soft sigh glaring down at the books dreading her reaction to the words that were about to leave him. “The Irish got in touch with me…there’s interest in rekindlin our relationship at some point. I’m puttin it up fer a vote next week.”

“Filip.” She sighed, unable to say anything more, the information hitting her like a brick to the head.

Her touch to his shoulder tightened, tension of her own building in her body. She felt her stomach drop knowing the business Chibs was discussing returning to was filled with pain and violence. 

She had not known Chibs Telford during the time the Sons of Anarchy had been involved in gun running for the IRA.

The club had been out of the gun business by the time Chibs Telford had come into her life.

She had heard the stories about those days though…she had seen Chibs wake in a cold sweat from nightmares about those dark days and the loss he’d endured from them.

“I know, Love. I know. I’m fraid we migh not have a choice though. If SAMCRO wants to survive, we migh have to get back into that shite. I hate it, but it ain jus my call to make…it ain’t jus my club.” Chibs admitted cringing at the clear fear written across his ol lady’s features.

He reached up, placing a gentle hand over hers as he spoke from the heart. “That was the mistake Jax kept on makin…the mistake Clay always made…the club ain jus the president’s. Choices bout club business need to be made in chapel. The gavel might be in my hand, but I ain the only one callin all the shots. I gotta put it up fer a vote, m’angel. If the lads want back in…I gotta take the Irish up on the offer.”

She let out a heavy sigh shaking her head. “You can’t just not put it up for a vote? I mean…you have to bring up the offer? You can’t just ignore the request from the Irish?”

“Fraid not, ignorin it would be me makin a choice on my own. Guns were club business long before I joined up with the Sons. Jax spent all his time tryin to get us out…he made a lot of choices on his own on the path of gettin us out…I hate gettin us back in, after all his did to…” Chibs started shaking his head, his throat growing tight, emotion building up in him.

She reached down wiping a stray tear that threatened to work its way from the corner of his eye, it so clear that the pain of losing Jax Teller was still fresh for Chibs Telford even years later.

He took a deep breath releasing it a shaky sigh leaving him. He managed to find the words leaning into her touch. “I loved Jackie Boy. I know he pictured somethin more fer the club…a lot of the shite that went down, Love…it was fuckin dysfunctional at best. Jackie Boy was a haunted man at the end. His demons tainted choices he made. Ye already know the whole story, so I won’t bore ye with shite ye already know. I don’t know if I’m a fuckin fool, thinkin I can do anything different from Clay and Jax. The gavel corrupts, that’s what one of my brother’s use to say. I’m tryin so hard not to let it change me. I am so lost, m’angel. I aint felt this lost since the gavel was firs put in my hand.”

Y/N did the only thing she could think to do. She knelt in front of him, gazing up at him, her hand sliding down his cheek caressing his skin. “You aren’t lost, Filip. You are not corrupted by power or fear. You have your brothers. I know it’s got to be so hard…knowing they all look to you for guidance. You just want to make the best choice for everyone. You’re right though…it’s not only your choice to make.”

He let out a shaky breath the words leaving him. “I can’t do this on my own, Lass. I know this shite scares ye. I know ye have heard the stories bout how bad it got…all the loss. I am tryin so hard to make sure shite is different this time, I need ye by my side. I need yer strength to get me through this.”

She let out a soft sigh a voice in the back of her head exclaiming that he was a fool to think she could leave him to face this on his own.

Filip Chibs Telford had been her salvation.

They had met at a highly unstable time in her life.

She could still remember their very first meeting. 

She had left a stable job and friends to follow her then boyfriend Liam’s hairbrained plot to move across the country up to Northern California for some job opportunity he had taken.

She had reluctantly agreed to make the move with him, draining any savings she may have had to put towards the move, because of course her boyfriend was not going to fund it entirely himself. 

Liam was not the world’s most considerate boyfriend. Honestly selfish would be the easiest way to describe Liam. He was more concerned with his wants and his needs. Y/N had grown accustomed to being an afterthought in the relationship.

Liam had chosen to react to their latest argument by shoving Y/N out of the Uhaul and tossing her purse at her before driving off leaving her in his dust.

It was an explosive end to an often explosive relationship.

Once the rage had faded Y/N had realized just how fucked she actually was.

She had been stuck out on some Northern California backroads with very little money to her name and zero cell signal.

She had done the only thing she could think to do; walk down the dusty road hoping she could find some sign of civilization somewhere.

Her sign of civilization had come from the roar of a motorcycle.

The rough looking man riding the Harley had looked just as shocked to see Y/N as she’d been shocked to see him.

Chibs was not sure why he had pulled over his bike. He guessed he’d just been alarmed to spot some pretty young thing walking down the road in a sweet looking yellow cotton sundress appearing so distressed.

She could admit she’d been alarmed by his appearance as he’d stopped beside her pulling over to the side of the road. 

She felt ashamed as her eyes landed on the scars embedded into his cheeks she telling herself that it was so rude to stare.

She had spotted the leather kutte on his back next and the different patches sewn into the thick black leather; Sons of Anarchy, MC, California, Redwood originals, In Memory of Opie, President.

She felt her mind spin having briefly recalled a documentary she’d come across once on a lazy sick day in bed. The documentary had covered outlaw bikers. 

She had scolded herself for recalling the memory, a voice in the back of her head snapping that just because this strange man appeared to be in a motorcycle club that didn’t mean he was some kind of criminal.

She had felt a strange sense of comfort when he’d spoken his accent not at all being what she had anticipated. “Ye alrigh, Love? What are ye doin all the way out here? Is yer car broken down?”

The Scottish brogue was pleasant and rich sounding. It felt like heavy velvet or thick ale across her senses. 

She furrowed her brow at the thought. She had never thought that an accent could be so appealing.

When he’d peered at her over the lenses of the sunglasses he’d been wearing she had suddenly realized that the accent was not the only appealing thing about this man. He had lovely eyes; dark and soulful. His gaze fixed upon her and did not feel as though he was looking upon her with judgment. There was almost a sense of gentle concern behind his gaze.

She had studied him further spotting a pair of plush lips concealed under facial hair that was mostly silver. The hair on top of his head appeared to have been quite dark at some point but it also appeared to be peppered with quite a bit of silver as well. 

She had not imagined she might ever find an older man to be so attractive. 

She had shoved the thought from her mind, deciding to just spill her guts. “I got into a fight with my boyfriend.”

“He ditched ye on the side of the road?” Chibs blurted out a small frown crossing his brow, a sense of disapproval in his voice.

She shrugged her shoulders a soft sigh leaving her trying not to panic about the reality of her situation looming over her. “Something like that.”

“Ye need a lift home?” He offered the sense of panic weighing down on her all the heavier.

She felt the tears fall, ashamed to be falling apart in front of a total stranger. She had felt the words spill from her that sense of shame growing all the more palatable. “We were moving. I have no home to be taken to. I have nothing.”

“Shite, is there anyone ye can call?” Chibs remarked that look of disapproval on his face deepening to something she could not quite place; anger on her behalf?

She shook her head rapidly, her voice growing panicked. “I have no one. I don’t speak to my mother anymore and I don’t really have any friends outside of my old job, none that would care. He was all I had. I don’t know what to do.”

Chibs had taken her by shock as he’d spoken nodding to his bike. “Get on, Love. Let me take ye to get a bite to eat. We can get some food in ye and figure somethin out. I always feel better after a good bite to eat.”

Despite every warning bell going off in the back of her mind telling her not to get on a stranger’s motorcycle, Y/N had realized she had no choice.

She had told herself that perhaps this Scotsman was some kind of odd godsend.

Much to her shock as they’d sat at some greasy little diner not far from where Chibs had picked her up an offer had been made “I know a lass, an ol lady of one of my brother’s, Venus, she’d be happy to let ye stay with her while ye get back on yer feet. Now fer work…ye got any skills? What’d ye do before, ye mentioned a job?”

She had stared at him dumbfounded her mind going a mile a second. “I can’t do that, I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure this uh…ol lady you’re mentioning wouldn’t want some stranger moving in with her.”

“She won’t mind, she has a thing fer wounded wee birds.” Chibs had remarked not missing the grimace on Y/N’s features at the comment.

He was fast to speak again, reassuring her. “We all get wounded from time to time, Lass. Ain’t nothin to be ashamed of. Now, work, what’ye do?”

“Editing. I did some commercial work, some independent movies.” She blurted out her mind still going a mile a second.

Of course that had worked the mention of Red Woody Productions and a slap from Y/N proving she was less of a wounded wee bird than Chibs had proclaimed her to be.

The path from rescued wee bird to ol lady had not been a simple one.

Chibs had hated to admit that he’d been smitten with the distressed young woman he’d found on the outskirts of town.

He had felt guilty for the attraction. He had told himself not to pursue a thing as it would be a massive power imbalance.

Y/N had been just as attracted but just as reluctant to follow attraction telling herself Chibs Telford saw her as a wounded bird; something to help.

A friendship had blossomed; a flirty friendship but a friendship all the same.

Chibs had not been surprised that his brothers had adored Y/N. She had been a hard worker for Red Woody and she had such a sweet demeanor. It was hard not to like her. Venus had adored her; happy to take her in just as Chibs had assumed she would be.

Things had scooted along for months, a friendship forming and a certain romantic tension hanging in the air that neither had been willing to address.

The break in the romantic tension had come by the arrival of Liam to Charming.

He had shown up at the clubhouse of all places having finally tracked his ditched girlfriend down.

He had tried to coax Y/N into coming with him less than politely.

Chibs could still remember the words he’d walked up to his stomach churning spotting the distress on Y/N’s features as she appeared to be arguing with some arrogant looking young man.

“Are you serious, Y/N? What the hell is keeping you here?”

Chibs had felt the words leave him his chest puffing out attempting to give off the most unwelcoming energy he possibly could to the man. “I am. She’s stayin here Laddie, I think ye best go.”

Liam had scoffed at Chibs before glaring back at Y/N, his words harsh. “Who the fuck is this? Are you fucking him?”

Chibs didn’t have a chance to react because Y/N held her head up high, her words proving once again that she was no wounded bird. “Leave, Liam.”

“You can’t be serious? You’re fucking this freak? You always were demented, you know that? I never thought you’d become some kind of biker whore though.” Liam snarked the words cruel Chibs stepping forward ready to throw a punch.

Y/N spoke deciding to make a point even if she was partially lying. “I’m only his whore. He’s twice the man you ever were.”

With that she had put on quite the show turning to face Chibs yanking him down by his kutte her lips sliding along his the kiss deep and sloppy.

Chibs had kissed back once he’d gotten over the shock of the sudden act.

Apparently the kiss was enough to piss Liam off the man proving he was all bark and no bite as he stormed off screaming out expletives in Y/N’s direction.

As soon as he was out of sight Y/N pulled from the kiss apologies spilling from her lips. “I am so sorry, Filip. I know that was so uncalled for. I just know that guys like Liam don’t back off unless they think some other guy has a claim. I promise you I will never do that again.”

Chibs spoke, surprising himself and her by his words. “Please don’t promise that, Love.”

She gazed up at him feeling breathless as he spoke again, deciding to shoot his shot even if it scared the hell out of him. “It wasn’t uncalled fer. I want ye to that again…though I’d prefer ye to kiss me when ye aint tryin to make yer prick ex back off.”

He cleared his throat feeling less like the intimidating confident President of SAMCRO and more like a nervous older man who had not dated in far too long. “What I’m gettin at is…can I take ye on a date sometime, Love? We can try dinner before another kiss.”

He cringed fearing she was about to shoot him down and call him an old fool for thinking he had a shot at anything more than friendship.

His fears had died though as she leaned up her lips sliding along his cheek. “I would like that. Dinner would be nice.”

They had not looked back after that. She had become his beloved ol lady and the queen of SAMCRO.

It was a role she could admit she struggled to sink into. It was a role she was willing to take on for Filip Telford though.

Her mind pulled from the past as she spoke, her voice gentle and adoring. “I am here, Filip. I’m not going anywhere Baby.”

She spoke again, her hand leaving his cheek placing at his thigh sliding along the thick denim as she worked her hands upwards. “Let me take care of you, Baby. Just sit back and relax. Forget the books and let me make you feel good.”

He groaned, his head falling back she so easily knowing his body by this point. 

She slid her hands along his belt unfastening it and working his jeans open as she spoke. “Lift your hips up, Honey. Let me take care of this cock.”

He groaned obediently doing as she said, she worked his jeans and boxers down his hips, he kicking them down to rest around his ankles.

She rested between his parted thighs, her lips pressing to his knees working her way up slowly sliding along his warm skin.

She pressed soft adoring kisses to his skin, her voice low and full of sweetness. “You work so hard, Filip. You take care of everyone but who takes care of you?”

“You do, Love.” He remarked gazing down at her his hand reaching down to stroke her hair as she worked her lips up his thighs.

She gazed up at him as she spat in her hand before reaching forward placing a hand over his waking cock giving it a few lazy strokes working a moan from him. She kept her strokes light and teasing as she spoke. “I love taking care of you, Filip. You deserve it.”

He groaned as she slid a thumb along his sensitive tip smearing a hint of precum leaking from him, her voice soft. “My sweet man, takes good care of me. My angel.”

He groaned at the statement a drowsy giggle leaving him at the last part of her statement. “That’s my line, Love. Trus me, I aint no angel.”

She spoke a playful glint in her eyes as she spoke. “You are a devil sometimes, but a tempting one.”

He did not have a chance to reply as she leaned forward, her tongue sliding along the sensitive glans of his cock. She wrapped her lips around him her plush lips heavenly on his heated member. She kept her gaze locked on him as she eagerly bobbed her head.

He groaned his voice thick with lust as she worked him, taking more and more of him with each bob of her head. “Fuck, Lass. Take it, Love.”

She moaned around him, preening at the low curses that left his lips. He spoke as she took more and more of him down her throat, the heat making his cock throb. “Ye are so perfect, Love. Jus takin my cock like this, fuck. This was jus what I needed, my girl always knows what I need.”

She moaned around his cock relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose as she took him even deeper, he hitting the back of her throat with a cry of her name.

She gagged around him, Chibs placing a hand on the back of her head stroking her hair as she held him there. He grunted, resisting the urge to thrust against her knowing that this moment was meant to be a little gentler. She was focused on taking care of him. This was not a moment for a rough fuck.

She pulled up of him a disappointed groan leaving him. The disappointment did not last she wrapping a hand around his slick cock stroking it, his hand sliding along her cheek caressing it.

She kept her gaze up at him not helping but to find him beautiful in moments like this where he was feeling only pleasure. In her opinion he deserved all the pleasure in the world after he spent so much time worrying and stressing over everything and everyone. 

She was stunned as he pulled back from her his voice thick with desire. “Bend over this table, Love. Pull up this dress.”

She did as he said, pulling the little sundress she’d been wearing up over her hips as she bent over the Reaper table. 

Chibs groaned approvingly as he stared at her spotting the little pink thong she’d worn today.

He was unable to resist reaching forward, giving her backside a swat wanting to make her skin so flushed she matched the pink fabric of her panties.

He spoke the need so evident in his voice. “Need to fuck ye love. Been fillin wound up all day. Need to find some release.”

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want you to feel good.” She replied turning her head struggling to gaze up at him as he shoved the chair he’d been sitting in back managing to stand over her.

He yanked the thong she was wearing down she kicking it across the room. He ran his hands down her thighs, a groan leaving him as he spoke. “Yer so soft.”

He ran his hands along her inner thighs close to her bare center moaning at the hint of wetness that he discovered. “Shite, Love. Yer so soaked ye dripped down here.”

He ran his fingers along her slit, a groan of approval leaving him as he slid one finger between her lips. He added another finger thrusting them and scissoring them wanting to make sure she was ready for him. “Ye feel so good, m’angel. Gonna feel like heaven round this cock.”

She rocked back against his fingers, a low giggle leaving him. “Christ, look at ye. So Desperate fer me that you’ll take my fingers jus to get off. This pussy has been longin fer me aint it?”

“Always longing for you, Baby.” She replied the comment, working a smack to her backside from his free hand.

She whimpered when he pulled his fingers from her he chuckling at the reaction. “Jus wait, Love. Gonna give ye something more than my fingers.”

He brought his fingers up to his lips suckling her wetness from them, a low moan leaving him. “Shite, when I’m less desperate to be in ye, yer sittin on my face.”

She moaned at the suggestion not having long to focus on it as he took himself in hand sliding his hard cock along her center teasingly a groan leaving him.

She whined, her body trembling with anticipation knowing she was so desperate to be filled by him. No one filled her as well as Chibs Telford.

She spoke knowing just what to say. “Fuck me, Please. Give it to me.”

He groaned a hint of amusement clear in his voice. “Greedy, Lass.”

He gave in, thrusting forward his cock stretching her as her heat enveloped him fully to the hilt.

He groaned, his hands resting at her hips giving them both a moment to soak up the initial first thrust it always taking their breaths away.

He’d never imagined that when he came across that panicked woman on the side of the road that she’d one day be bent over the reaper table with his cock buried in her pussy and his crow on her back.

He groaned, pushing her hair aside, giving him a full view of the crow inked into her skin. She moaned knowing exactly what he was doing. He loved seeing the tattoo on her; a reminder that she was his and that she was in this life with him.

She had never anticipated that the odd Scotsman who had come to her rescue that day she’d been abandoned by her ex on the side of the road like trash, would become the love of her life.

She would have never believed she could find comfort in a world that was so dangerous nor with a man who society told her would only cause harm.

Chibs and the world that come with him had given her a sense of comfort though. It was a sense of belonging she had never known. He was her salvation in more ways than one.

She spoke the need she felt for him growing. “Please, Baby. Love me.”

“Always, m’angel.” He groaned, rocking in and out of her his movement starting out slow and gentle wanting to soak up the feel of her.

She did her best to rock back against him but found it difficult the table and his body keeping her sandwiched and helpless to his ministrations. She had a feeling though that this was his intention. 

She soaked up the feel of him rocking in and out of her so lovingly. He moaned from behind her the fact that she could not turn to see his face almost maddening. She adored how deep he managed to get in this position but found it frustrating to be unable to hold him or gaze up at him.

She made a silent promise to ask him to love her in a different position later; one where she could hold him and gaze into his eyes. 

For now though she was happy to bend over the table in chapel and let him work out his anxiety and stress on her body. She was delighted to please him. 

She gasped holding on to the side of the table digging her nails into the wood as she soaked up the feel of him sliding in and out of her, able to feel every vein and every pulse of him.

He was by far the most skillful lover she’d ever had and easily the most passionate.

He groaned, it not taking him long to give into need his thrusts growing more frantic cries of his name leaving her lips.

He spoke his voice thick with lust. “Fuck yes, Take my cock, Love.”

She whined reaching up to place a hand over her lips remembering that Tig was downstairs most likely within ear shot and who knew who else was around the clubhouse able to hear her cries of pleasure.

Chibs reached forward tugging at her hair pulling her head up his voice demanding. “Nah, none of that, Love. Take that hand off yer mouth. Don’t care who hears ye. Let em all know jus how good I fuck my ol lady. Let em hear me fuck my queen.” 

She did as she was told a cry leaving her lips he groaning at the sound praising her. “That’s my girl, fuck.”

He released her hair grasping back down on her hips using them for leverage as his thrusts became a little rougher, more cries of his name leaving her.

She whined knowing if she wasn’t currently bent over this table she would have collapsed to the ground with as good as he was making her feel.

She had long ago figured out that being fucked by Chibs Telford was a full body affair. He had a way of completely overtaking her and fucking her stupid. He could make her cock drunk with very little effort on his part and the arrogant jerk knew it too and used it to his advantage.

He spoke, his voice teeming with adoration and lust. “Needed ye so bad tonigh Love. Fuckin stressed outta my mind. Needed ye to come fuck the stress outta me. My good sweet queen, knew I needed er, aye?”

“Yes, Baby. Wanted to take care of you.” She whined the admission making him moan his grip on her hips tightening.

She whined as he spoke. “Touch yer clit, know it makes it so much better fer ye. Play with yerself Love.”

She did as she was told, reaching between her body and the table finding her clit the action clumsy but so rewarding.

She rubbed circular patterns into the sensitive bud, her knees trembling his name spilling from her lips.

She whined knowing at this rate she was going to cum far too quick. Chibs may have claimed he’d been wound up needing release all day, but she had to believe that she’d been in the same boat.

That was part of what had led her to the clubhouse tonight.

She spoke not caring how loud the volume of her voice was growing “You feel so good Filip.”

“Aye, ye feel like heaven Lass. Hot, wet heaven.” He groaned his hips slamming into hers the sound of his skin meeting hers and moans spilling out filling the room.

She gasped the stimulation to her clit and his cock sliding in and out of her working her so close to the edge. Chibs Telford’s dick had zero right making her feel this good.

She spoke, unable to stop the words from leaving her. “How are you this good at fucking me?”

“Lots of practice, Love.” He remarked not leaving a hint of arrogance from his voice.

The comment was quickly followed up with a low moan as he spoke again. “Was practicin fer ye. Jus didn’t know it yet.”

She whined gripping on to the table all the harder her body shuddering as he found that one spot in her that made her practically see stars. She did all she could to thrust back up against him, her fingers not letting up on her clit a cry leaving her. “Please, Filip, I’m so close, so fucking close.”

He groaned at the admission, a low growl leaving him. “Fuck, m’angel. Yeah, ye cum on this cock. Let it go fer me.”

She continued to rub tight little circles into her clit, a coil winding up tight in her belly growing more taunt by the second the sensations almost too much.

“Oh, Fuck, Filip. I’m cumming, I’m. Oh” The words spilled from her dissolving into unintelligible cries as she fell apart underneath him, her body trembling her pussy clenching around him.

He groaned doing all he could to keep rutting against her through her orgasm, the sensation of her falling apart below him always taking his breath away.

He had never thought he’d be worthy of someone so stunning and so gentle and lovely. He had never thought he’d take an ol lady but now that he had found one he knew he would never let her go.

He groaned his words thick with lust “Yer so fuckin gorgeous, m’angel. Jus stunning cummin round my cock. Christ, ye feel so good.”

She pulled her hand from her clit, the stimulation too much. She moaned against the table pathetically, her body limp and overstimulated. 

Chibs groaned not letting up his cock thrusting in and out of her soaked heat, she feeling even more sopping wet now that she’d cum all over him. 

He spoke knowing he would not last much longer now. He groaned uncertain if it was a side effect from the painful fact that he was getting older now in his fifties, or if it was just that the woman who gave him the privilege of fucking her was so good that he couldn’t last as long as he may have in his twenties. “Where do ye want it, Love?”

She whined it hitting her lust worn mind just what he was asking. She spoke, the answer seemed so clear. “In me, Baby.”

“Aye, ye want me to cum in ye, Love? Ye want me to fill this pussy?” He groaned knowing that she was the only woman he’d been with in so long where this was even an option.

The fact that she loved him and adored him enough to even give him the option made him adore her all the more.

“Please, Baby. Do it. Want it.” She barely managed to work out as he felt himself fall over the edge, his thrusts growing sloppy and rough.

He let out a groan as he fell apart, his last few thrusts practically knocking her against the table as he came spilling into her in hot thick spurts.

He groaned the words low and satisfied as they left him. “Fuck yes, take it. Perfect lass. Love ye so much.”

He practically collapsed against her, pressing her down into the table, his body bending to rest over hers, they both hot and damp with sweat.

He groaned as he reluctantly slid out of her the mess they made dripping from her. He groaned as he fell back into his chair, a moan leaving his lips at the sight of his cum dripping out of her well loved center.

He reached forward sliding his fingers across her slit causing her to moan she feeling over sensitive a low chuckle leaving him as he gathered their mixed releases on his fingertips.

He reached forward, his fingers sliding along her lips. She obediently ran her tongue along his fingers cleaning their release from them a groan of approval leaving him.

He spoke a heavy sigh leaving him. “Come here, Love.”

She stood up ignoring the smirk on his lips at how wobbly she was as she stood up his cum dripping down her thighs making her cheeks flush.

He scooted back, opening his arms she happily standing between his parted legs allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist.

He held her against him, she wrapping her arms around him. She ran her hand along the back of his head he burying his face against her stomach as she spoke reassuring him. “I’m not going anywhere Filip. I mean it, No matter how lost you feel…I’ll always find you.”

She paused as he gazed up at her his eyes filled with awe. “I love you Filip Telford.” 

“I love ye too, my queen.” He responded holding her all the tighter any worries he had about the future of the club were too far away to grasp.

He didn't know what the future held for the club, but he knew whatever it was he could manage it as long as he had her by his side.

[saintsenara]

Ur comment about Tom watching Antiques Roadshow with fish and chips has got me wondering about what you think the HP characters go to chipper orders are? I’d wager Dumbledore would enjoy a spicebag myself..

i'm genuinely screaming.

dumbledore is one hundo after a spice bag, as are ron and tonks. they are the three people who have made the correct choice.

as for the others...

harry [dursleys] and tom [orphanage] are obviously choosing the plainest option - cod and chips. tom would go in for mushy peas and a packet of benson and hedges alongside his. harry - given his canonical sweet tooth - is getting some sort of deep-fried chocolate bar as a chaser.

hermione [pretentious] is having the thinking woman's fish order - plaice and chips. unless she's been drinking, when she - like ginny - loves a battered sausage for the innuendo potential.

arthur's having scampi, because that seems the most muggle, and a selection of every sauce in the place. molly's having haddock, which she considers respectable, and is being joined in that choice by mcgonagall.

sirius [depressed] is taking the risk on a chipper pie - a gristly steak-and-kidney that's been sitting under a heat lamp all evening, for example. he prefers the rats he ate while living in that cave.

lupin [there] is having plain chips, no sauce or anything.

snape [ill-tempered] is going for one of northern ireland's greatest chip shop creations - a pastie supper. which can - like him, to be quite honest - best be described as a lump of mystery meat.

neville [northern] is obviously having chips and gravy, in fear that his gran would disown him otherwise.

luna [disconnected from reality] is going for the other one of northern ireland's greatest chip shop creations - a cowboy [pronounced coyboy] supper.

any malfoy [posh] is leaving the function and never speaking to you again if you suggest going to the chipper [good]. but narcissa secretly loves a curry butty.

bellatrix [unhinged] is indulging in a habit i didn't realise was unusual until i went to uni in england, and slapping tinned pineapple and thousand-island dressing on top of a portion of chips and calling it "hawaiian".

[memadivine]

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[mintywolf]

A Long Road Home - Page 80 Author's Notes

Page 80

This was one of my favorite pages in the script. :)

It was inspired by two actual events — the first is the origin story of the real-life Calamari (whose real name is Baby), whom I found like 15 years ago at a tiny, cluttered, wonderful shop in Charlottesville, VA that sold exclusively cat-themed items. I dearly hope it’s still there. On one of the shelves were 3 or 4 of these cute little cat plushies, one of them wearing a sticker with “$4 as-is” written on it. When I picked her up I realized that they had meowing voice boxes in them but this one was broken and then I had to give her a home. (I had an OC at the time with selective mutism so it felt particularly fitting. She is the perfect size for a pocket.)

(That's her on the left with some friends.)

So I’ve had this character detail in my head for years — the idea of someone finding a broken, silent toy cat in a shop and loving it even more for its brokenness and afraid that if they don’t buy it, no one else will and it will sit unloved on the shelf forever — waiting for the right situation and character to write it for. And it’s Laudna! Of course it’s Laudna!!

The other is a family story and one of my favorite examples of the tendency of the English language to confound even its native speakers.

Some of our relatives from Ireland were traveling in Alabama and driving behind a guy carrying a load of gravel in the back of his pickup truck. A chunk of it flew off and hit the windshield of their car, cracking it. They flagged the guy down and got him to pull over to discuss the problem.

“Excuse me, but a bit of rubble fell off your lorry and cracked our windscreen.”

In response they received a blank stare and a puzzled drawl of, “Whuut?”

“A bit of rubble fell off your lorry and cracked our windscreen!”

Eventually they managed to get that mess sorted out and went to an auto repair place to get the windshield fixed. As they were leaving, the clerk amiably called out a typical Southern goodbye, “Y’all come back now, y’hear?”

So they of course turned around and went back.

Other details on this page include vintage-style advertisements (genuinely one of my favorite genres of art) for Zenotha’s Throat Elixir,* tuskpaste for orcs, Eisfuura air mail, whatever the Exandrian equivalent of Coca-Cola is with a polar owlbear mascot, handy haversacks, and immovable rods.

* This was mentioned in the previous chapter, where it was out of stock. It was meant to evoke dubious Victorian-era patent medicines which often carried the name of a real or fictitious creator to lend them an air of authority. Because I was pressed for time owing to the ELABORATENESS of this page, the poster child is unused art of one of my Elder Scrolls Online characters. Her real name is Peaches Sweet-Whiskers but I’d always imagined the unseen Zenotha to be a Katari and used the UESP page on Khajiit naming conventions as inspiration for naming her.

[thatfrenchacademic]

Local European law PhD person is breaking down why Twitter is in trouble with European authorities - bc we live in a dystopia and I am procrastinating my research.

TL;DR : Twitter is loosing all the experts required to actually make (good, but really any) decisions regarding data privacy in Europe, and it's even funnier because they picked the one(1) European country that would give them the most tax cut but it's also the one that is really into dragging Big Tech all the way to the highest instances in the EU to make knock them down a peg.

But also more under the cut bc this is hilarious and I CANNOT WAIT for Elon Musk to discover the EU. Very much going to be a unstoppable force meets unmovable object situation, because trust me, TRUST ME, there are few things as slow, inhert and full of bureaucrats who are NOT on twitter as the EU. Anyway here is too many paragraph of me putting my diploma to good use or something, my Masters Director would be proud.

Step 1: TF is the GDPR, like, actually.

Ok the the General Directive on Privacy Regulation is a European Union Regulation, which sets clear rule on what you can and cannot do with people's information/data, in order to protect their privacy. It is very wide and very cool and the US wishes it had it (Except you, California, you're doing great).

And what's cool is also that the moment you want your digital services to be available on European territory, you need to comply with the GDPR. Doesn't matter where you are based, if it's not GDPR compliant, you don't get access to that sweet sweet European market.

For example, after the GDPR was entered into force, there were a bunch of US News Media website I could not access, because they were not complying with the GDPR yet, and were not willing to take the risk to infringe on the GDPR. Doesn't matter if they are not Europe based. What matters is the market. Dw they are fine now.

Ok, cool.

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Step 2: Twitter was doing ok so far - I know, I'm surprised as well.

So Twitter is a US-based company, but blue-bird had to comply with the GDPR like everyone else. So far, so good-ish, and by that I mean that Twitter was not really targeted by any European or national authority for not complying.

But let me tell you the thing about the GDPR: it is. a. mess. Getting to UNDERSTAND what's even required guaranteed my cohort of European Law major that we would ALL be employed in the upcoming years. It is atrociously difficult. THE REGULATION HAS ITS OWN WEBSITE imagine a law having its own website, what the hell honestly.

The GDPR is challenging for your local true crime book club handling the email addresses of its 12 members, ok.

IMAGINE WHAT IT'S LIKE FOR TWITTER.

Behemoth social media platforms require a massive amount of workforce and expertise to make sure they comply with the GDPR. Like, I cannot stress the absurd amount of work and constant vigilance it requires. But they were doing ok.

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Step 3: Elon Musk is an authoritarian manchild and Twitter is bleeding experts

I know both things are related but trust me, it's important to mention them separately, you'll see in a second.

Among the many high-ranking people who left, we have:

The Chief Information Security Officer

The Chief Privacy Officer / Data Protection Officier

The Chief Compliance Officer (unconfirmed officially but I would bet on it)

So they are trying to do some emergency creative problem solving by apparently having data engineers be the ones certifying compliance with the GDPR (lmao as someone who works with a bunch of data scientist I would pay money to see that happening) and nominate people to temporarily take over all these positions. To be transparent the guy they nominated as "acting GPO" (lmao I'm really feeling the confidence right now) does not seem fully incompetent, but this is still hilarious.

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Step 4: Haha it's funny because it's Ireland

Now, ok, here is the kicker.

Twitter so far has been using a system that the GDPR allows, which is the One-Stop Shop. OSS means that Twitter picked the authorities of a specific EU State to report to, when it comes to compliance to the GDPR, it's easier for everyone than massive online companies like Twitter going to 27 different states to report what they are doing.

So they picked Ireland, because their European headquarters are based in Ireland.

HA.

I. WONDER. WHY. IRELAND???

(spoiler: it's because Ireland is a tax haven).

Now. You might think there is ONE problem on the table, but get ready, there are TWO, baby.

Haha Twitter's GDPR person has left, mate, you want to explain how you're going to comply with the GDPR when you don't have you GDPR experts anymore??

Elon Musk is, as stated before, an authoritarian manchild and the GDPR is also not super super fond of that, mate if you want the OSS system you actually need to give minimal guarantee that the data-privacy-decision-making is happening in the State of the OSS. When clearly, right now, decisions are happening wherever the hell Elon Musk decided to have his morning protein shake, and I'm pretty sure it's not Dublin. And also around 50% of the Dublin headquarters have been fired, so I don't know who is supposed to take decisions over there, honestly.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT'S EVEN FUNNIER.

IRISH COURTS IS REALLY. REALLY INTO EU LAW AND EU DATA PRIVACY

Like the case about the guy who sued Facebook for violating the right to privacy in the way it handled data? It's the Maximillian Schrems v Data Protection Commissioner case, and it comes from Ireland. Irish Judges had no issue being like "Yeah, Facebook or not, we're choosing violence".

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Step 5: Ok now what ? Aka I sit back and grab some popcorn

So right now, Twitter is trying to convince the DPC that it's totally absolutely doing GREAT.

Sure Jan.

Anyway, the question is whether the DPC is willing to buy it. We know there has been meetings, and the DPC is at least putting SOME form of pressure on Twitter.

Outcome 1: the DPC is feeling petty and does NOT buy it. Then I'll write another post, but I think the DPC would give Twitter some time to put things in order and give enough guarantees before going on the offensive.

Outcome 2: the DPC buys it (because Dublin LOVES its Big Tech companies, and they are driving prices up to the point where Dublin is experiencing a massive housing crisis, it's fine, this is fine) . And we wait for an individual/NGO to bring a formal complain to the DPC, for the DPC to refuse it, and for the individual/NGO to challenge that decision before the Irish Courts and that becomes a whole new story that will warrant its own post - and I get to show off some useless knowledge on EU procedural law.

[randomfoggytiger]

@thursdayinspace, you wanted multi-chapter fluff; and I tried to deliver! >:DDD

Picking up from Part 5 of @tatooedlaura-blog/tatooedlaura/Laura Sprys's Our Moments series, Scully's medical decline pushes her and Mulder past their pretense, comfortably crossing boundaries and spending precious moments basking in each other's company: sharing a bed, shopping for groceries, cooking a meal, and spinning sweet, sweet banter.

And, of course, after her remission they go for round two.

Shadowed Grey Eyes

“I’d like to drive through Ireland.... We’d look for leprechauns and rainbows... and never come home.”

“Would you find a nice Irish girl to settle down with? Have eight or nine kids?”

Kissing the back of her head, “I’ve found a nice Irish girl already and I don’t need kids, just her.”

“What if I find a nice man in a kilt?”

“That’s Scotland.”

“Sorry. I think I’m almost asleep. Would you wear a kilt if I asked you to?”

The Warmest Thing I Own

 He felt her and opened his eyes, finding the room grey but light, “what time is it?”

Her voice scratched out an, ‘I don’t care’ before burying her head back in the pillow.

“Are we not caring today? ‘Cause I can get behind not caring today.” Reaching out to poke her side, “how are you feeling?”

Rolling in his direction, she gave him a smile that could have lit the city had she come with plug and adaptor, “I actually feel okay. I don’t think I’ve slept like that in weeks.”

Fancy Paper Napkins

Finally in the kitchen, he opened the crockpot, stirred with the big spoon, and glad to see the mushrooms soft and unburned, offered Scully a taste. Refusing with an, ‘I’d like to wait for dinner,’ he nodded towards the fridge, “go grab the steak, would you?”

They ate like civilized people, at the kitchen table, forks, knives, fancy paper napkins …

End of the Road

His mind was open and slow, filters off, walls down, and in that very moment, the only thing he had left in the world to say was “I love you.”

Post Moments

You sat through a steak, my famous garlic mushrooms, six tubs of ice cream, and all those M&Ms I kept feeding you and you couldn’t taste a thing? The amount of money I could have saved during those months I tempted you with anything I could find while, really, it all tasted like sawdust...."

“I got …” being generous for his sake, “hints of flavor.”

Hope you enjoy~

[georgiapeach30513]

A Little at a Time, Part 5

Summary:  you can’t quit running into Andy

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, loss of virginity, blood, mentions of cheating, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  8.5K

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*dividers by @firefly-graphics​

“Uh,” you look over the lengthy menu of the coffee shop. It was more than just a K Cup and CoffeeMate. The menu was extensive, and you just wanted coffee.  Exactly how hard was this supposed to be?  “Well, what would you suggest?”

The girl slumps her shoulders staring at you. “Coffee.”

“Oh, I, um…I like caramel, and…I prefer creamy coffee. Not too sweet. Mamaw always says you’ll rot your teeth if it’s too sweet. Which she always likes drinking sweet tea all day.”

“What kind of coffee do you want?” The girl says shortly.  She definitely wasn’t making this process easier, and still you apologize to her for the inconvenience, and being too dumb to figure out what coffee you wanted.

“Candace!” Another girl steps up behind her. “Please go make yourself useful and make some cold brew. Sorry. She’s…well, she’s just blunt. With very little patience and rarely is up front. Name is Tori. I’m always here. Own the place. What’s the problem sweetheart? Overwhelmed?”

You give her a bit of a nod, and she looks over your body a bit. Smiling as she steps back. “I’m sure you would love some of the seasonal brews, but everybody needs a go to coffee. You look like a caramel girl. Yes?” She was lovely. Much nicer than Candace before her, and it was like she was reading you to determine your perfect drink. “Okay, today, I’m suggesting a caramel macchiato. Don’t be afraid to tell me it doesn’t work. Or are you a tea girl? Judging by that accent I’m guessing it’s the good ole sweet tea, though. You already have the sugar in there?”

“Yeah. Two cups per gallon. I’m more of a one and half cups per gallon, but my Papaw always gives me a side eye. You gotta steep the bags for a long time. Actually I bought me and Mamaw some tea from Ireland, Lyons tea. Have you heard of it?”

“No,” she giggles at you, sliding over a cup of the iced macchiato that another employee had made, and you give it a taste, moaning at how good it was. “I only keep the best beans here. So you’re into hot tea?”

“It’s not terrible. I like a black tea, but herbal tea wasn’t for me. It’s,” she points at a customer behind you, and you raise your cup. Walking over to find a seat. You liked it here. It wasn’t pretentious, and the owner enjoyed having a traditional coffee shop while still trying to have high quality products and trying new things.

You smile, looking out the window. You liked it. You felt comfortable. You pull out a book, casually reading and sipping on your coffee. Settling back in the cozy chair. It smelled amazing here. It was one of the first times you felt comfortable. Apart from any times that the hot Bostonian was around you.

It didn’t make sense that this man you knew very little about had occupied your time so much.  How you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and his kind smile.  It was like he always appeared just when you needed him.  He laughed at appropriate times, and not at you.  Cole always seemed to talk down to you, and you had known him for years.  

You hang your head down low, wondering why you had ever forced yourself to continue in that relationship.  It was comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.  You had made yourself believe that was all you were going to be good enough for, and yet he still made you too uncomfortable to ever be truly intimate with him.  Every time you were intimate it was always him initiating it.  You sniffle, refusing to let yourself cry another damn tear for Cole Turner.  He wasn’t worth it.

Andy steps up to the counter, getting a quick head nod from Tori who was already making his regular brew while he scans the shoppe.  Landing directly at a table for two with you alone, and one cup on the table.  You looked zoned out while reading a book.  Mostly touching your hair, or rubbing the bridge of your nose.  Not paying any mind to anything around you.

“How long has she been here?” He asks Tori, who smiles at him.  “What?”

“She’s a pretty girl.  A bit overwhelmed with coffee.  Talks a lot.  Not from around here,” Andy nods his head, confused as to what point she was trying to make.  “She’s probably just visiting.  Why waste your time?”

“She’s not just visiting.  She’s living here with a cousin,” his eyes go back to you, and you were none the wiser.  He was able to actually look at you.  You didn’t seem miserable to be here.  You were at peace.  “I’m going to talk to her.”

“Uh-huh.  Is that all?” Andy offers a smile as a response.  Grabbing his coffee to walk over to your table.

He stares at your expression, trying to get a better read on you.  Poppy had told him to give you time, but you looked good.  Happier than the first time that he had run into you.  Definitely happier than when you were at the bar.  Clearing his throat, you look up at him.  With the biggest and prettiest smile, “This seat taken?”

“Oh, lord, yeah…I mean, no.  Yeah, sit down.  Sorry,” you bashfully laugh, trying to control your breathing.  “You like coffee?  I mean, of course you do.  Unless that’s tea, is that tea?”

“It’s coffee,” he chuckles, and you have to look away.  Biting at your tongue, and wiping your hands on your pants.  “You come here often?”

“First time actually.  Just a walk down the road.  You know that you guys have everything within walking distance?”

“Poppy does because of the apartment.  There’s houses further out that don’t.  I’m guessing where you’re from, you don’t have that?”

You nearly choke on your coffee, trying to swallow it quickly to answer him.  Wiping off the bit that spilled on the cup, and apologizing, “No, there’s a McDonald’s and a Dairy Queen.  If you want coffee you pretty much have to make it at home.  My Mamaw and Papaw they’re old school with the drip coffee, but I like a Keurig and a milk frother and I think I’m doing something special,” letting out a nervous laugh, you can’t help but to stare into his eyes.  They were beautiful.  That overflowing feeling of kindness and comfort warming you up.

“So what is it that you do Andy?”

“I’m the assistant district attorney, and you?”

“I taught pre-k.  Nothing quite as glamorous as you.  I put in an application at the daycare.  I haven’t heard back from them though.  I really need to find a job.  I’d prefer not to go through all my savings, and I was blowing through a lot with the food delivery.”

“I think working with children is quite admirable.  It can’t be easy,” you shake your head no, starting to giggle.  Why were you like this?  You never could have an easy conversation, but with Andy it was different.  You weren’t trying to be anybody, but yourself..  “Does working with kids make you want them, or make you want to stay far away from them?”

“I’ve always wanted kids.  Having a child or two is different than having twenty or more four year olds in one classroom.  But they’re just little people, you know?  They have their good days and bad days.  They’re still learning right from wrong.  Being introduced to other kids their own age that have been raised differently.  They’re trying to control their big emotions in these little bitty bodies.  Kids don’t confuse me.  Adults do.”

“Hmm,” Andy had never thought about it quite like that.  It made perfect sense.  By the time people were adults they should know right from wrong.  Should know that cheating on your husband was very wrong.  “So…why Boston?”

“My cousin Poppy.  I didn’t want to be in a small town around people who spread false gossip around like a bowl of tater salad at a cookout.  You have the luxury of not everyone knowing your business here.  I know that your inner circle may know, and some outside of that.  But imagine going to a grocery store and people commenting about your relationship.  Or finding out the immense amount of people that he was cheating on you with.  You start questioning maybe I did something wrong, or maybe if I would have done this.  But the fact of the matter is he wasn’t a good person, and he didn’t deserve me, and doesn’t deserve the friendship of his best friend.  Yeah, he told the town I was sleeping with his best friend.  I still don’t understand why he started that.”

“Wow,” you shared too much.  Whatever this was is completely squashed because you shared too much.  “He sounds like an asshole.  How long do you think he was cheating?”

“Too long for me to stay with him.  Out of sight out of mind.  Figured it would eventually stop.  Made excuses that my mind was running all these crazy scenarios only for those crazy scenarios to actually be true.  So I’m the idiot.”

“He came home every night?” You give him a shrug, and Andy isn’t sure what to think.  Did you really not care, or was there something more?

“I didn’t live with him.  He is a cop and had weird hours.  I hate being in a house alone.  I stayed with him a lot, but lived with my grandparents.  Pretty sure a lot of his cheating was while he was working.”

Andy hated this man and he didn’t even know his name, “So…he was engaging in sexual activity while in uniform?”

“He was engaged in sexual activity as a payment to get out of tickets.  So I’ve been told.  Nobody could tell me while I was engaged.  But they like to talk now.”

“That’s illegal.  Bribery is not just frowned upon, but is illegal an punishable.  I’m sorry.  I know, I didn’t do it, but…on the behalf of mankind that does not cheat, and will value a woman’s worth, I apologize.  Not all men are like that, so I don’t want you to walk around here thinking that we are.  Some are just bad.  They’re going to cheat.  Women, too.  I don’t judge future women for what my ex wife did.  That isn’t fair to me, and most certainly not you…uh…other women.”

You catch it, and Andy is fully aware that you caught it.  He noticed your eyes light up at the comment, and he starts to relax more.  He was hoping you would pick up on the fact that he was interested.  Very interested.  He would never treat you the way that Cole did.  He would want to come home to you every night.  “So you didn’t move in with him just because his work schedule?”

“There’s many reasons.  I didn’t want to live with someone before marriage, but then I would stay days at a time.  It was nice, but there was always something, you know?  Something that never felt just right with Cole, and I think subconsciously I knew there was something wrong, so that’s why I never moved in.  Even my Papaw wasn’t the biggest fan, he would talk to anybody.  He just sat there and stared at things when Cole was around, and never looked in his eyes.  That’s a big thing for Papaw.  Mamaw…she’s your typical southern woman.  She just wants to stuff food in your mouth and hear your flattery.  But even she asked me so many times if I really wanted to marry him.  I was so far in, I felt like I had to.  He proposed, so I said yes.  I’ve always allowed people to tell me what I need to do, including not living with someone I wasn’t married to.”

It made sense.  This Cole, that Andy was definitely going to be digging more into, had used your obedience and people pleasing nature to shift things in his favor.  He knew men just like Cole, and he couldn’t stand them.  Here was this sweet woman who was this angelic little ball of radiance.  You were personable, even if you overshared a bit.  You were eager to make friends, or at least with him.  You adapted to your surroundings, and Cole took advantage of that.

He sits across from you, listening to you talk about your hometown, and home life.  Poppy was never quite this forthcoming. Choosing more to forget where she came from, but you spoke of this place like it was what shaped you into who you were, and you were proud of that fact.  There was a fondness when talking about your grandparents especially.

“Wait, your mom?” He asks when you mention her, and you nod your head, finishing up the coffee, “How does she fit in your life?”

“Oh, that always confuses people.  She’s the mayor of the town.  When my dad passed, she put everything into her political life, and had no room to take care of me.  I moved in with Mamaw and Papaw, and she comes by at least once a week, but she didn’t raise me.  I think it was too hard for her.  I remind her of my dad.  And I don’t have daddy issues.  Cole seemed to think I did.  No, Papaw was a good father figure for me.  He took me fishing, taught me how to play string instruments, even though neither of us can read music.  He came to every one of my basketball games, or t-ball.  He was always present, always steady.  I don’t remember my dad, but I remember every time that my Papaw was there for me.  He’d burn the world down if it meant protecting me.  I became his other daughter.”

“I didn’t think you had daddy issues, Papaw sounds like a good man.  Which string instruments?”

“Uhh…the only thing I’m not great at is the banjo.  All those finger picks.  Mandolin is my favorite.  I can play a fiddle.  Papaw used to help me with the stand up bass.  I couldn’t hold it on my own.  Guitar is his favorite though.  They did these picking nights.  Yes, in the south some people pick on their front porch, this is a real thing.  Mamaw can’t play, but she has this big beautiful church voice, you know?  The one that doesn’t need a microphone.  You feel her words in your gut.  It’s beautiful.  Deep and rich.  I don’t hate my childhood or my mother’s need to have someone else raise me.  I had a good life.  My Papaw, he had this thing for buying weird animals.  We had these peacocks that roamed around the yard for awhile, and there was a buffalo.  He was old and they were going to put him down, but Papaw wanted him to live his last days roaming in a pasture with a bunch of cows.”

“Peacocks randomly walking around your yard.  Sounds…interesting.  So you lived on a farm?” You shake your head no, and now Andy was even more confused.  “A pasture of cows?”

“Oh, that was my Papaw’s brother.  The cows were Uncle Sonny’s, but the pasture touched our driveway.  Papaw talked to the cows.  And of course Barry the buffalo,” you were fascinating.  He could sit and talk to you for hours.  Your face is so animated with every bit of information you give him, and he just couldn’t learn enough.  “We always had a ton of mutt dogs.  And they had official names, but Papaw seriously called them whatever name he could think of at that moment.  Peanut and Snickers were his favorite names.  There was a cat, but she was a useless thing.  A few chickens, but he only bought them because they looked cool.  There was a goat in the pasture, and Papaw called him Satan.  Swore that ugly thing was the devil himself.  He just randomly appeared on the porch making a mess of things, or would be on the hood of his truck.”

“Satan makes sense,” you continue talking to Andy, and he listens to every bit.  It was like reading something completely made up.  It was crazy to think people had grown up like this.  You were able to run around completely unattended and barefoot creating stories of far off adventures, and eat apples with peacocks.  

You were able to walk down this country dirt road and explore all day long.  There was this sense of innocence to you, that he couldn’t place, but with a quick glance at his watch seeing the hours that had passed, he didn’t want this to end.

“Oh, lord, I am so sorry.  I could seriously talk the horns off a goat.  I’m sure you had something you needed to do.  I just sometimes forget all that part of my life.  It’s nice to relive my childhood.”

“You’re fine, honestly,” adorable is what you are.  From the way you talked right down to your sweet accent, you were adorable.  “I’ve loved this.  I, uh…I don’t want to seem forward or anything, but I would like to continue this.  Over drinks or something?”

“Wait…are you talking about a date?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about, but it doesn’t have to be something like that at all.  It can be two people who enjoy talking, and someone wanting to show another someone the city of Boston.”

“No!” Andy laughs when you practically shout at him.  You wanted to explore something more romantic.  This was nice, but Cole never wanted to date.  It was always wanting to get you home, and hoping that with enough making out you would actually have sex with him.  He had fallen in love with your body, but not your mind.  “I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Okay.  So…uh, Friday night at seven work?  Poppy’s bar?  It doesn’t get rowdy until around nine.  Nobody is eating food and everyone is drinking at that time, but I promise the food is amazing.”

“Okay.  Yeah.  Yes…yes, Andy, I think dinner sounds lovely.  Seven?  Friday?  I can do that.”

“I look forward to it,” it was a quick motion, but he lays his hand over top of yours, and you can’t help but to preen up at him.  Andy takes a quick look at your beaming face, having to say goodbye again, because his heart was fluttering.  It felt like a school age crush all over again.

“Poppy!” Your cousin runs into the bedroom that you had been occupying, and immediately starts laughing.  “Help.”

“Where are you going on a Friday night?  I’m off tonight, I thought we were going to…Peach Blossom, this is date clothes.”

“Yep,” you agree, pulling something else out of the closet, before tossing it on the bed.  “Help me.”

Poppy cocks her hip to the side, looking you up and down.  Gauging your demeanor to see if you looked uncomfortable or just nervous, and then back to the clothes.  A new pink Victoria’s Secret bag on the opposite of the floor.  When you catch her looking, you slide it closer to the bed, hoping she didn’t actually see what she thinks she saw.

“Who?”

“Uh, don’t hate me.  But you know that guy I kept telling you I was running into?” Smiling, she nods her head, “Well, his name is Andy.”

“Andy what?”

“Um…I didn’t get that part, but he’s the assistant district attorney, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find, right?  Anyways.”

“Did you actually check?  I mean, is there an Andy that’s the ADA?” You shake your head no, starting to reach for your phone.  “I mean, how do we know anything this man has ever said?  What if it’s all a lie?” She was right.  How did you know?  How did you know anything?  You had seen this man at a grocery store twice and at a coffee shop.  

“Well…I shouldn’t go on the date then?” Poppy wants to keep the charade up a little bit longer, but the look in your eyes when you start to think about canceling was almost hurting her darkened heart.  It was a look she hadn’t ever seen you make when talking about someone you were engaged to.  “But…he seems really nice.  He was just recently divorced.  And we were at the coffee shop for about four hours talking.”

“You talked to that man for four hours?  About what?”

“Things.  Life things.  Like growing up in Georgia, and…Poppy, I really like him.  If I can prove that he is in fact an ADA do you think, honestly, that it would be okay?  Like surely if he works for the government he wouldn’t kill me right?  Or…Poppy!” You scream at her when she starts laughing.  She always had an easier time talking to men.  She exuded sex appeal.  Was a natural flirt with the prettiest lashes, puffy lips, even beauty marks that looked faked.

“Andy Barber is in fact the ADA, you’re fine.”

“You…you know him?” You ask, slinging a shirt at her.  “You know this man, and you made me have second thoughts, because I felt he was going to kill me?  You’re…you’re mean.”

“Ooh, shot to my heart.  And you’re naive.  I just want you to be careful.  Your track record of one boyfriend and one fiancé, and they’re both the same person just doesn’t do you any favors, but,” her fingers begin lifting up different pieces of your clothing, before pairing the perfect outfit for you, “Andy is genuinely a good guy.  He comes to the bar sometimes.  Came a lot after divorcing Laurie.  That’s how we met.  He helped me out with my…well, he helped me press charges, and…this isn’t the time to talk about this because you have a date.  And he’s a good man.  He was there the night you were at the bar asking about you.”

“And you led me on like that?  I can’t believe you, we’re supposed to be cousins and friends.  I really like him.  Like I like him more than I ever liked…Pops, can I be honest with you?”

“Does it have something to do with that bag of what I’m assuming is new lingerie?” You hate to admit it, but there was no denying the fact that you had bought lingerie just for this evening.  It wasn’t overly revealing, and should things not work out, you could still see yourself wearing it.  “Can we openly talk about yours and Cole’s relationship?” You nod your head, knowing that eventually this was going to come up.  “What happened?”

“When we started dating, I did have that whole save yourself for marriage mentality because that’s what the pastor said.  That continued, but then…the first time he touched me I liked it.  But he scared me.  Not like he ever hurt me, but I didn’t trust myself with him.  He always wanted things to move so fast, and never wanted to just talk and get to know each other, and then it got to the point of me saying, well, I’ve already done this, might as well do more, but I never wanted to have sex with him.  He wasn’t special enough.”

“But you were willing to marry him?  Got that big fancy dress.”

“His mom insisted on that dress.  But…I don’t know if I ever wanted to give him that part of me.  It was like in the back of my head he never thought I was that special.  I fit his idea of a wife.  I would look good as the future sheriff’s wife.  But I think we were two people that were just going through the motions.”

“And you think Andy is that person?” The big questions.  You weren’t positive by any means, but positive enough to get something nice for the occasion.

“I don’t know.  What I do know is I have talked to Andy more in the few hours we’ve been together than the three years Cole and I were together.  I don’t know if Cole ever listened to me.  If he did he would have made me feel comfortable around him.  He always wanted to push my boundaries.  Always wanted pictures, or videos, and I just wanted to talk.  He only wanted to talk if it led to, well you know.  With Andy, he listens, I feel comfortable, and I don’t have those reservations.  I just want things to happen as they will.”

“I’m not going to give you a curfew, but I want you to at least communicate to me what’s happening.  Like if you’re going to his house, tell me.  You’re not losing your virginity in this apartment.  I’m not listening to that shit.  You could do a lot worse than Andy.  Hell, you have.  Peaches, I envy you,” you didn’t understand where this was coming from, because it was Poppy you had always envied.  You wished you had her tenacity and her ability to not take shit off no one.

“You had this charmed life with Mamaw and Papaw.  You knew what you wanted, and that was your perfect house with the white picket fence, two to four kids because you didn’t want your kids to be only children.  A cute little dog that kept your kids rounded up and happy, and for some unknown reason you like people in power.  Like Cole, the police officer, and now Andy.  Hell, didn’t you used to have a crush on that one guy that became a fucking lawyer?  You have always known what you wanted, and I wanted it all and wanted to try it all.  What I’m saying is I see now how you wanted everything perfect, but just remember there’s no such thing.  It’s okay to make mistakes, because you will always get back up.  You will not let those mistakes drag you down.  So go out and make mistakes.  Because we’re Jackon’s, we always figure it out.”

“You think Andy is a mistake?”

“I think not going and thinking too much is a mistake.  Have fun with Andy.  Judging by your bag, have too much fun.  If it feels right, it’s right.  But don’t rush it either.  If you’re having second thoughts, I promise that man ain’t going anywhere.  He’ll wait on you,” while you had always been closer to Anna Kate, she always had the ability to agree with you, but Poppy told you what you needed to hear.  And you loved her for that.  The wild child of the Jackson granddaughters.

“Thanks.  I’m going to enjoy myself.”

“You don’t like wine?” Andy asks, laughing when you grimace from the taste.  “You liked what I suggested the other day.”

“Can I have that again?  I’m sorry that was rude,” you hold the glass up, looking at it, and feeling so bad.  “What is this?”

“A merlot.  Quit trying to apologize to me, I suggested it, and you tried it.  You don’t like it, and that’s fine.  What do you normally drink?”

“One old fashioned.  I’m honestly not big on drinking.  I get…I’m friendly,” he holds a hand up for the waitress, asking for her to bring out two old fashioneds.  “You didn’t have to do that.”

“We’re enjoying our food and drinks tonight.  So no dry wines for you.  Old fashioned, huh?  Whiskey.  It’s true what they say about southern women.”

“Not always.  Poppy likes vodka.  My Papaw is the whiskey and bourbon drinker.  Mamaw doesn’t drink.  You drink what you know.  When Poppy, Anna Kate, and I were little we’d sneak to the cellar and get a bottle of Jack Daniels.  No, it wasn’t a big wine cellar.  It was this creepy underground bunker type thing.  You had to walk past this crooked tree.  There was this gnarly stick that kept the door closed, but eventually it was a lock because Papaw’s liquor kept going missing.  Mamaw said we shouldn’t be drinking, but Papaw gave us the key.  We earned a drink after walking past that old shed that had all these pigeons in there and that crooked tree.  I always said it was poisoned, and if you touched it you would be cursed.”

“Did you ever touch it?”

“Hell no.  I believed that.  Didn’t stop us from sneaking down in there.  What about your childhood?”

“Single mother.  Not much to talk about.  I’m more curious about yours.  It seems so…almost made up, but I have no doubts you were doing all of this.  Lived on a dirt road, never saw cars coming down the road unless they lived down it.  It sounds beautiful.”

“You can walk to the house my grandpa grew up in.  It’s more a shack than anything.  There’s no power lines, because he didn’t grow up with electricity.  No running water.  It’s falling down now, but that place held magical powers, too.  It’s funny the things we take for granted, like being able to bathe when you want to.  Being able to take a drink without making sure the buckets were filled with spring water.”

“I’d like to see it someday.”

“I’d like to show you.  Sorry,” you answer too quickly, ruining the moment when your foot knocks on Andy’s.  “I’m such a clutz.”

“Keep it there,” oh boy.  You were feeling things.  Feeling things you had never felt for Cole.  Things that you had thought you would only feel for your husband, but Andy was proving that all wrong.  You were thankful for this tight seating, and Andy’s ability to rub his fingers on your knee.  

A surge of heat rushes to your core, and you feel like you can no longer breathe.  This was very different with Cole, because you want more.  “You okay?” You give Andy a headnod, pepping yourself up to breathe.  Just breathe.  

“Is it hot in here?  Are you hot?” Andy smiles, shaking his head.  You were completely flustered, and it made you more adorable.  Reaching for a glass of water, you take a big sip, and when his hand starts sliding away, you slam your own hand over his, “No, I like it.”

“Okay.”

“I like it too much,” your eyes go wide with your admission.  How was he able to make you feel comfortable, and yet so nervous at the same time?  “I hate myself.”

“It’s fine.  Come here,” you stand up from your side of the table, moving to sit next to him, and he picks up your hand, placing it over his heart.  It was beating out of his chest just like yours.  “You’re not the only one, okay?  It’s like every time I’m around you, this…this is what I feel.”

“I feel my heart pounding…all over,” you cuss under your breath, because you shouldn’t have told him that.  He did not need to know everywhere that you could feel your pulse.  Instead of his hand being on your knee it was much higher on your thigh.  His thumb caresses your leg, but it stays properly over your skirt.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.  It’s perfectly fine.”

“You should drink your old fashioned.  Please, keep talking.”

“And then what happened?” Andy asks, leaning in closer to you.   It was getting late, and you could already hear the amount of people that was piling into the bar.  But it was just a low hum.  The only thing that mattered was Andy beside you.  His head starts to tilt, and you rush towards his lips.  You didn’t care about that careful build up because your body was aching with a need to touch him.

He slots his mouth against yours, and the kiss was an immediate connection.  It seemed silly, but you could feel sparks flying.  Lips parting as his tongue slides past your lips, gasping when it touches your own.  Your body arches into his, and the hand that has been resting at your side travels up.  Far enough up for his thumb to graze over your nipple, and you pull away from him, gasping for air.

“A-A-Andy?” You had to have been drunk off his lips, because what you were thinking in this moment is nowhere near what you normally would, but it felt right.  “I don’t wanna stay here anymore.”

“Oh?  I’m not quite sure I follow.  Did…did I do something wrong?”

“Is there somewhere quiet to go?  Like…”

“My place?” You nod your head enthusiastically, and Andy lays down a hundred dollar bill to cover well over the food, drinks, and tip.  The two of you standing up, walking hand in hand out to the car.  

The further away you get from the bar, the closer you lean into him, but Andy also couldn’t get enough.  There was not enough time to touch you like he wanted to.  Calculating in his head the amount of time it was going to take to drive you to his house, but he was going to make the most of it.  

Every traffic light had him pulling you back in for a kiss.  Hating he had to keep his eye on the light, before the two of you would look back out the windshield.  His hand that rests on your leg, was dangerously high.  He could feel the heat coming off your cunt.  Feeling like a furnace that was radiating a blaze of arousal to his hand.  You needed relief.  He could almost smell how wet you were, and he wanted this night to last on into the morning.  

Pulling into the garage, he rushes to your side of the door.  Crashing his lips against your own as he struggles to open the door.  The two of you hit and knock over too many things off the wall and counter until he stops in the living room.  Waiting on you to decide where to go from there.  Your chest heaves with a fervent need to have him all over your body, but also wanting to catch your breath.  

The couch looks comfortable, so you back him up on it.  Letting him fall to the cusions when you ruck up your skirt, and crawl over him.  Having to pick up his hands to place on your body, “You’re okay with this?” He asks in between kisses.

“Just touch me,” and he does.  He touches you all over.  Squeezing and groping.  Smoothing over your skin, and before you know it he was sucking bruises on your neck, while your body grinds over him, and you moan at the feeling of his cock growing harder under you.  You hate comparing things to Cole, but you had never felt like this.  

Andy’s fingers were capable, but still he gives you a moment to decide if you wanted to continue.  When he realizes you weren’t objecting, he continues his motions in that spot on your body.  Exploring every inch of your supple skin.  It isn’t until his finger slides up and down your drenched and brand new panties, that you gasp, stopping your body.

Andy throws both hands up, panting as he stares at you, “I’m sorry.  I’m so sorry, I thought…thought that’s where we were going.  I’m…I didn’t mean to.”

“No, no, you’re fine,” you smile, slowly rolling your hips on him.  “I liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” grabbing the hemline of your blouse, you pull it over your head, and he gets to stare at your pretty little new underwear.  It framed your curves perfectly.  Andy’s hands slide up and down your thighs, causing your kiss swollen lips to tremble.

“Will you tell me if we’re going too far?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“Yes.”

“So, if I do this,” his hand dips back in between your thighs, letting his thumb rub over your soiled panties.  “You like that?” You nod your head, and he slips his hand under the panties.  Pulling the gusset out far enough that he was just feeling your slick on the lace.  “You’ve made a mess for me.”

When he allows his thumb to touch your skin, your eyes close, rolling back in your head, and you let out a deep pornographic moan.  “You like this?”

“Uh…huh,” squeaking out your words when he touches your bundle of nerves.  Giving the little pearl flicks.  Removing his hand, he circles both around your hips.  Readjusting you, and leaning you back so he gets a clear view of your covered and weeping cunt.  

Moving aside your panties, he stares at your folds, before looking back up at you.  Two fingers push into your warmth, and he stares intently as your jaw goes slack.  Your fingers dig into his skin as he scissors into you, “You have a tight little pussy.  Are you still doing okay?”

“Andy…Andy,” you whimper his name as he slowly pumps into you.  He was getting off on your pleasure, and still you wanted more.  “I want you.  I want you!” His fingers drive into you faster, curling up.  Hitting over your spot over and over until your toes curl.  Feelings that you had never felt before.  Body tensing up as he works you over.  Screaming out his name until your juices were pouring out of you, and you couldn’t focus.  The room was blurry and spinning around.  

You grab at his wrist, and he stops completely.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to.”

“Do what?” Andy gives you a devilish smirk.  Whoever you were with before did not know how to properly care for you if he could never make you squirt like that.  “Peaches, what did you do?”

“I think…oh god, I think I peed.  It’s not funny.  I’m sorry.”

“Sweetheart, has peeing ever made you feel that good?  If it has, I'm very jealous of your bathroom habits.  Honey, have you never squirted?” You shake your head no, because your body most definitely had never done that before.  “What you did was nothing to apologize about.  So…what do you want to do now?”

“You?”

“You want to do me?” Now would be a perfect time to let him know you were a virgin, but you didn’t want him to take things slower.  You were committed to it being tonight.  You wanted Andy.  It felt right.  There was nothing even remotely telling you to slow down.  He made you feel safe, and made you desire more.  

“Yes.  In the bed?”

Letting you stand up, he grabs at your hand, leading you into the bedroom, when he turns around to kiss over your sticky skin.  Hands behind your back when your bra drops to the floor.  Grabbing a handful of your tit, he lets his greedy mouth suck on you.  You shimmy out of your skirt, and reach towards his pants.  Nervously starting to undo his button.  Letting the jeans sink to the floor when you palm his boxer briefs.  

His breath comes out labored, and he just rips his button up off while you gaze at the thick cords of muscles that made up his arms and chest.  Leading you to the bed when he removes his underwear.  You glance down at his thick and heavy cock, and have never wanted nothing more.  Staring up at him through your lashes when you back up on the bed.  Setting in the center, and stare at Andy.  He was a god among men.

Andy reaches into a drawer beside the bed, and pulls out a foil packet.  Bringing it to his mouth his teeth clench as he rips it open.  Blowing the excess out of his mouth before rolling the latex on his fat cock.  Placing his knee on the bed, when he looks at you.  Not your body, but you.  “You sure?”

“Yes,” you whisper, and he crawls closer to you.  Adjusting your legs wider to accommodate him and his broad body.  Andy runs his fingers through your slit, changing to bring his tip to tease at your entrance.  Watching your face as you nod.  Staring at only him when he pushes into your tight channel, making your back arch into him.  You wouldn’t cry, and you wouldn’t scream, but he had set you on fire.  

“Fuck.  Fuck.  You’re so fucking tight.  Shit.  What…this is going to come off rude,” Andy struggles to breathe right along with you.  Drawing his hips back, when he shoves himself back in.  “Was…fuck…was he that small?” You laugh despite wanting to do other things.  Trying not to cry even though it stung like hell. Every movement he made was worse than the one before.

Gripping at his back when he really starts thrusting into you.  It stung.  There was such a fullness to his girth inside your virginal cunt that it overwhelmed you.  Nothing could have prepared you for this.  “Andy…Andy.”

“Fucking hell,” he leans up a bit, seeing the tears in your eyes as he slows down.  Looking down at where the two of you connect to see his cock wrapped in blood.  “Oh my god.  What happened?  Are you okay?  Did I do something?”

“I’m fine.  Just keep going.”

“You’re bleeding.  Did you start your period?  What…?” You lift up to your elbows, horrified.  He had you so stretched out.  No wonder it was slightly painful.  You drop down on the bed, mortified.  “What is wrong?”

“I’m a…well, I was, I guess this is official, but I was a…uh, well, you see…you’re my first person.  This is the first time.  I was a virgin.”

“Oh,” Andy is a bit relieved, and a bit bothered you wouldn’t just tell him.  “You…you didn’t think to tell someone?  I mean, I just assumed.  You said you stayed for days with deputy douche bag, and you never had sex?” You shake your head no, still covering your eyes.  You couldn’t look at him.  “Why?  And please, just look at me.  I’m inside you, I don’t think things get more intimate than this.”

You slowly let your hands fall to the bed below, looking up at Andy.  Things weren’t feeling quite so uncomfortable anymore.  Your pussy was adjusting to his width, and you were beginning to love the way the pressure felt, and even more how close he was to you.  This was awkward, and still so very right.  Even as he starts to pull out, you hold onto him, “Please don’t.  I wanted to wait for marriage.”

“Okay, this…this doesn’t make me feel good.”

“No.  With him.  I went in thinking that’s what I should do, but all those years later, I still never felt comfortable enough to actually have sex.  I was beginning to even dread the wedding night.  I was using the excuse of waiting until marriage, because I didn’t want to fuck him.  But with you…Andy, I wanted this.  I wanted you.  I’m not saying we have to get married.  I’m saying I wanted this.  I wanted you, and I wanted you to have this.  I felt more comfortable with you than with someone who I had slept with, not sex, but slept beside, and held.  I just didn’t want to have sex with him.  I didn’t trust him.”

“If you would have told me…”

“You would have made me wait,” he shakes his head no, smiling down at you.  You were completely right.  He would have made you wait.  He would have enjoyed taking you apart slowly.  “Yeah, you would.  You’re that kind of a guy.  One date wouldn’t have been a long enough time.”

“I could have taken time with you.  I could have used my fingers to stretch you out a bit more.  I could have taken the time, and kissed on you a bit more, tasted you.  Slid into you slower, or hell I don’t even know, realize what I had laying in my bed.  You deserve more than you were given and if that jackass ever pushed you and made you feel like he was owed this, I’m sorry, but I think you deserve more than I just gave you, too.”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not mad.  This wasn’t some romance movie moment, but tonight has been the best night of my life.  I came home with you because I like talking to you, and I like the way you make my body feel.  I came home with you thinking that just making out would be plenty, but I did want this.  I like the way you make me feel, yes, but I love the way you treat me.  I barely know you, and still feel like I’ve known you my whole life.  I don’t regret tonight.  No part of it, maybe the not telling you part.  But this feels nice, no?”

“This feels a lot better than nice.  I just wish…”

“I don’t need a bed of roses because those wither away.”

“That sounds familiar.”

“It's a country song, anyways, I want you.  And this moment.  I want you to fuck…make love…have sex, whatever to call it.  I want to feel you all over my body. Please…please just — I want this Andy, I want to feel you take control over my body,,” with a deep breath, Andy slowly pulls himself out of you, and slowly sinks back in.  “Andy, are you clean?”

“Yeah.”

“So am I.  Just don’t come in me.”

“You say that now,” he whispers, pulling himself completely out of you.  Looking at your tight but gaping hole.  He pulls off the condom, touching his tip at your entrance with a moan.  “I do not care what you say or beg of me I will not put my cum in you, and I mean that.”

“Okay.  Just…holy shit,” hands on his back, you scratch down the muscled skin as he pushes through your entrance.  This was such a different feeling.  Skin on skin.  Everything became more sensitive, more intimate.  And he doesn’t stop until he is fully sheathed into your wet heat.  Settling his weight over you.  Using his fingers to push back your hair as he starts a slow and steady pumps.  

“Uh…uh,” a round of whimpering squeaks exit your mouth, and you want to close your eyes, and want to keep staring up at him.  “Andy…An — dy.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“And it feels good?”

“So good.  So — good.  Oh!” He picks up the pace.  It had been so long since he had someone like this.  He couldn’t remember when he was able to fully feel what they felt like from the inside.  He never trusted Laurie.  But you were freely giving him every part of you.  Every part of you was gripping him tightly; hand on his back, legs around his waist, and your cunt was making it hard to breathe.  You were perfect.

He would have made you wait.  You deserved that, but this was better than he could have imagined.  Your perfect little whimpers, and the way your nails dig into his skin when he hits a certain spot just.  Right.  There.  Lifting your back off the bed, you and him were so close, and fused together.  

“Yeah.  Yeah, you like the way I make you feel, huh?”

“Uh-huh.  Andy…”

“You wanna try being on top?  From behind?” You shake your head no, you didn’t want Andy to leave you for any second.  “Okay, just this once.  You’re gonna have to be a good girl and try other positions eventually, okay?”

“Okay.  Andy…Andy.  I’m…”

“Trust me, I can fucking tell.  You’re doing such a good job.  Have you stretched out and full of me.  Got you right….right…right…fucking — there,” your cunt clenches down tight.  Too tight for Andy to even move.  He lets you ride out your high.  Your eyes were deep dark pools of lust as you gaze owlishly up at him.  Still panting with tears leaking out of your eyes as he pulls completely out of you.  Wrapping his hand around his girth, fisting himself before spurting his thick cream up your stomach.  

Giving a glance down to your ruined cunt when he rubs over your sensitive bean, “How are you feeling?”

���Overwhelmed,” Andy stares up at his spend laying on your body before gathering it up.  Rubbing your clit with the mess, and you sit up.  Moaning at his motions, but also everything else, “What…Andy, what are you doing?”

“Sperm dies outside of the body in about two minutes.”

“Do you always do this?” He shakes his head no, and he wasn’t lying.  He had never wanted to see his spunk leak out of anyone more than you.  Had never yearned to see someone’s cum mix with his own. “Do you want me to go home?”

“I’d prefer you stayed right there.  I need to take care of you.  Clean you up.  Make sure you rehydrate.  Snuggle you.  Smell you.”

“And have sex again later?”

“No.  We’ll do this again,” he slaps at your pussy before standing up, and waddling to the bathroom.  “You’ll need a moment to rest.”

“We could try?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m interested in just a tight pussy.  Tomorrow, breakfast in bed.  We’ll go to the park or something.  Watch a movie.  Doesn’t matter.  Just…” he walks back into the bedroom with a warm washcloth.  Pressing it up against your tender sex, and moving up to wipe himself off you.  “We can just enjoy each other.”

“But I want to have sex with you again,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes. You were going to be trouble.  Your legs were still spread as if he was laying in between them.  Your hole was spread so wide, but it was those pouting eyes.  You had fully trusted him, and was pleading for more.  Your pussy showed the signs of him having been seated so deep inside of you.  

And it was like you wanted him to have a front row seat to view it. He doubted you were quite as cunning as that. There was still this confusion of not knowing of what to do.  Judging by your conversations, you wanted the same things that Andy wanted out of life.  Essentially a perfect match.

Andy had to remember that the two of you were still new.  He didn’t want to jump in too deep into this relationship, but he could see something becoming more real.  He did not feel things this passionately with Laurie.  Didn’t have this strong desire to protect her, stay with her, and dote on her like he did you.  She didn’t even want kids.  Lied to him from the beginning about that.  

You sigh softly, curling into his chest, and he holds you so tight.  He should have known the second he pushed through your entrance that you were a virgin.  The shock on your face, and biting at your lip as your eyes fill with tears.  You were something he hadn’t felt before.  Petting his hands up and down your back, he knows he could keep you like this forever.  

“Andy, I don’t believe in dating around.”

“Don’t worry,” he takes a deep gulp.  “I’ve only got time for one person, and she’s laying in my arms,” there was a soft giggle that vibrates his chest, and he pulls you even closer to him.  He is sure there would be hell to pay with Poppy tomorrow, but right now, he just wanted to bask in the loss of your innocence glow.  The way you randomly kissed over his chest, and your fingers tickle his belly.  He could get used to this.  He never wanted you to leave.  He knew he needed to chill, but he was also going to let you decide what you wanted to do, and it did not appear that you wanted to be anywhere but in his arms. And he was not complaining.

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Rain Thompson McKinney

Voice Claim: (Halston Sage) https://youtu.be/WoE8XbHS6Ag?si=3EaHDmDkV172rvBk&t=17

Partner(s): None. Parents: Samuel Cullman-Thompson & Raven McKinney. Siblings: She has a bunch, and loves that she's born into a big family. Age: Immortal, but translates to start-mid 20’s Kids: None Birthday: 9th of November. Height: 169cm (5.5) Body type: Slim but with a bit of curves. Eye color: Light gray with light cocoa around the iris. Classification: (Immortal) Demon/Wolf shifter/Shapeshifter Known powers: Shape shifting, healing by touch, light manipulation. Extrasensory perception (Extrasensory perception, also known as a sixth sense, or cryptaesthesia, is a claimed paranormal ability pertaining to reception of information not gained through the recognized physical senses, but sensed with the mind)

About: Kind, Adaptable, Gentle, Neat, Imaginative, Amiable, Balanced, Creative, Independent, Patient, Helpful, Empathetic, Organized, Playful, Sensitive, Modest, Logical and Genuine. ~ Quite elegant. ~ Bi. ~ Has long white hair ~ Has very soft skin. ~ Half Irish, but doesn't speak with an accent. ~ Addicted to apple juice. ~ Can Shapeshift to a white wolf. ~ Enjoys meeting new people, but is actually very quiet. She just prefers to listen over talking. ~ Doesn't do drugs or alcohol. ~ Is just a really sweet person. ~ Works as a dog walker and dogsitter. ~ Smells like soft warm freshly washed cotton. ~ Dislikes yelling and screaming. ~ Very good cook, and loves cooking for neighbors. ~ Temp at a retirement home ~ Very close to her parents. ~ Very spiritual. ~ The McKinney clan calls her the 'sweet tame demon' as she's said to be the sweetest of all the clan members. ~ Loves to stay at home, listening to loud music while cooking. ~ Gets up with the sunrise every day. ~ Plant enthusiast, but she prefers them outside. ~ Would never eat McDonalds but loves Burger King. ~ Dreams of becoming an actress. ~ Dislikes cabbage and eggplants. It's a texture thing. ~ Is sensitive, but not emotional. ~ Loves dogs, sunrise, her family and friends, rain, Autumn, Winter, Ireland, ponies/horses, antique shopping, up-cycling old furniture, thrift shops, sugar coated almonds, apple juice, licorice, cookies, crispy Autumn leaves, clean sheets, anything vanilla flavored, strawberries and cream, hot cocoa with marshmallows, pigs, salads, honeydew melon, snow owls, chilly starry nights and warm socks. ~ Always wears feminine light fabric clothes. ~ Permanently cold feet. Rain’s tag Rain’s house/home Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One song to describe her: Hollow Coves - Blessings

Personal play list: 1. Gregory Alan Isakov - Amsterdam 2. Amistat - Seasons 3. Brent Cobb - Black Creek 4. Meadows - The Only Boy Awake 5. Frances Luke Accord - Nowhere To Be Found 6. August And After - Wolves 7. Lists Autumn 8. Barn Swallow - North Swallow 9. Astronauts - You Can Turn It Off 10. Boatkeeper - So Go 11. The Arcadian Wild - Wolves Of The Revolution 12. Phoria - Saving Us A Riot 13. The Talbot Brothers - We Got Love 14. Runabay - You I Know 15. Tom Speight - Open Door