#Thank you for the distraction 🖤🥹

[motherof-chaos]

✨😌✨ I know it’s late in the season but since you inspired me to watch Coraline again, do you have any other movie suggestions for Halloween? 🎃

Babe, it's NEVER too late in the season 🖤👻 I'm not even joking, I contemplated watching Coraline again yesterday. IT'S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL.

I fucking loved this question, thank you. I've spent so long thinking about my answers and it was haaard for me to not just list my favourite horror films (they are totally on the list 🙈) but here we go-

Insidious, The Conjuring, House of 1000 Corpses (& The Devil's Rejects too), Donnie Darko, American Psycho, Candyman, Ginger Snaps & Urban Legend.

And then for some light hearted fun 👻 -

Hocus Pocus, Ghostbusters, E.T, Beetlejuice, Corpse Bride & Casper!

In terms of horror, I've found that I've gone soft in my old age. LOL. I now much prefer to watch a psychological thriller type of horror rather than a hack n slash blood bath/ torture film BUT if you enjoy that and don't mind a foreign language film, Switchblade Romance / High Tension is THE perfect mix of both 👌🏻OMG. I cannot recommend it enough. I'm pretty sure there's an English dub of it come to think of it.

[stressleches]

Thank you so much ❤I was thinking that yn is Toms gf and is very loved by his fans as well, but also because she's a book author and tries her best to stay put of the spotlight("my books speak for me") and let Tom shine. Her aura is just super mesmerizing. I was thinking she could be a horror author( like the love child of Stephen King and Anne Rice) and Tom is her #1 fan. What do you think?

Bookworm | Tom Blyth

a/n: Thanks so much for requesting I love this idea since I also love reading and inspire to be an author myself. Feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

tomblyth Hard at work 🖤 @ynusername

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user1 LET HER COOK 🔥

user3 this may be my sign to start reading her books skskskskksksks

↳ user2 you def should I love her writing

user5 Tom has a gf?!?

↳ user1 Yes but she doesn’t post much since she wants to keep out of the spotlight

↳ user5 respect

user4 I know for a FACT Tom made that cup of coffee for her

↳ user3 yep!! I think he mentioned it in an interview before

ynusername trying to write but I’m getting distracted by the view @tomblyth

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user3 caption is so real

user4 if Tom was in front of me I’d be distracted by him too

user1 me during finals with that one Tom Blyth edit iykyk 😫

↳ user2 A MAN A MAN A MAAAAAN

user3 not me opening up booktok after seeing this

↳ user6 do you think YN knows about booktok?!?

↳ user1 I wonder if Tom knows about booktok because of her skskskskksks

↳ user3 her horror stories are so booktok coded fr

tomblythdaily Tom during the press tour for tbosas where a fan asked him to sign @ynusername newest addition to her horror series

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user4 we love a supportive bf

user1 omw to get a copy 🏃🏻‍♀️💨

user5 babe wake up new horror book just dropped by @ynusername

user2 they better turn one of her books into a movie already she deserves it

↳ user3 facts!! especially since Tom is her #1 fan and an actor he could easily star as the lead

↳ user4 Tom in a horror film written by YN we’d love to see it 👀

user6 was a YN fan before a Tom Blyth fan but I love seeing how they support each other

↳ user1 power couple fr!

tomblythupdates Tom is confirmed to play the lead in @ynusername film adaptation of her #1 best selling horror series. Follow us for more updates!

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user6 I’m so proud of her

↳ user2 same 😭

user3 SHE DID THAT

↳ user1 facts!!

user5 the fact that her book is being made into a movie and her bf gets to star in it is so inspiring to me 🥹

↳ user4 she’s winning at life

user6 @ynusername is saving the horror genre of 2024

↳ user1 she’s been saving it since her first book release

↳ user7 I haven’t read the books yet but now I want to

user1 Stephen King who? I only know YN ☕️

↳ user6 and I oop-

[satoruhour]

Hiii!!! I absolutely LOVE your jjk racer au's and am dying for more!!! Could you do one of megumi this time? It can be how they meet or anything really<3 absolutely love all your works and hope your having a great day!!

a/n: hi baby yess thank you for the support <3 i know you’ve been liking my stuff pretty often but im so sorry to have taken so long to get to this! i hope you like it 🥹 / part of the racer!jjk au universe, megs and reader both in uni / 0.9k

[9:02pm, megs 🖤🏁]: hi angel. also you still studying?

there’s a text that comes in from megumi one school night, but you don’t see its contents when your head stays in your hands from the sheer stress of trying to cramp everything before an important exam tomorrow. nothing’s going in, however, from how distracted you seem to be with what questions would appear, whether you’d have enough time, if—

[9:05pm, megs 🖤🏁]: hey, look out your window

your confusion immediately melts away when you hear the rev of an engine along the barren road of the street you stay on, and your breath releases upon seeing the familiar head of black-hair peeking out from the window, a small smile etched onto his face. with a beckoning hand from you, his head tilts and you know what he’s asking. parents not home?

you shake your head, making out an eating gesture, went out for dinner.

it was unfortunate, how they saw megumi as just another bad influence, especially from how racing was still fairly taboo in japan. ‘give it a hundred years and they’ll still be bad for you, the culture, the pollution.’ you can’t bother to hear the rest of your parents’ explanation when you tell them you’ve started dating fushiguro megumi, but thankfully they’re too busy to care about whether your life goes to shit or not.

but you’re lucky megumi treats you like the moon treats the sun: taking the backseat while you rant about that annoying professor. he treats you like painters do to their muse: gentle, delicate, a million memories of your anatomy burned into his brain from how long he’s stared at you.

in a minute, he’s knocking on your front door and you’re there in half, smiling wide to welcome him, albeit with a tension in the corners of your lips. 

“let’s go drift, c’mon.”

you frown, not letting the calming brush of this thumb against the back of your hand change your mind, “i can’t, megs. got studyin’ to do.”

megumi has gotten bolder the more he’s been with you, although still with shaky hands and a speeding heart. he brushes the hair out of your face, knitted eyebrows and red eyes seemingly permanently there from how much you’ve looked at your notes.

“do you actually remember anything you’ve studied, my love?” he’s the one to frown now, fingers gliding down to your cheeks and jaw. it’s comfortable there from how you lean into his touch, and you want to stay there forever, but you only sigh, head falling forward to collide with his chest while his lips make contact with your hair — when you shake your head, you can only feel the smile growing on the other’s face.

“go put my jacket on,” megumi pecks your head and you roll your eyes beneath him because he’s always right and you hate it sometimes, but that reality check is good when you can’t shove the logarithm equations into your brain and your boyfriend is a racer, “let’s go for a drive, hm?” clad in the denim jacket you kept with you on your last visit, megumi’s cold hands hold yours as he drags you to his car, a 2001 Nissan Silvia S15 with some dark blue finishing.

within minutes, you’re already putting exams and notes and studying behind you, laughing in the passenger seat with megumi smiling too, easily driving to the mountain he’s always trained at. with a nod toward you, his eyes just look for yours, a mix of question and ardour that always seem to get the message across. ready?

the drift up the mountain is filled with secret glances and hurting cheeks and the screeching tires of his Nissan, experienced enough to look away from the road to return those glances to you every time he makes a turn and you’re looking like everything right in this moment. megumi can only hope it’s the same for you.

at the mountain’s peak, megumi can hardly hold himself back when you’re staring across the cityscape against his car, eyes sparkling from the moonlight and the blue finishing of the car reflecting against your jaw from below — he feels his breath be fully taken away just like the first time his father had taken him drifting, but it doesn’t (never) compares to whenever he looks at you.

with a hand pulling you away from the vast scenery, megumi fully believes his heart stops when your eyes are torn away from the city lights, focusing only on the other. there’s a soft smile on your face and he leans in, palms clammy and his heart going faster than his Nissan in a race — his lips finally meet yours before you arms wrap around the racer, humming into the kiss. megumi props you on the hood on his car easily, standing between your legs as oxygen begins to become scarce.

“you know we could’ve just kissed at my house, y’know?”

the tips of megumi’s ears redden and you laugh, playing with the neckline hem of his t-shirt, “yeah. well— i couldn’t have one night out with my girl?” 

it’s said so grumpily and quietly that you almost don’t catch it, but the tranquillity of the mountains provides you with uninterrupted silence, save for the chatter of the cicadas and the occasional call of the night birds. the little statement makes you only grin bigger as you prop your feet onto the front bumper, pulling him in by the belt loops.

megumi thinks you’ve only gotten more attractive by doing that, you shiver when his hands go back to your face — the both of you so oblivious to each other's desire for the other.

“yes we can, especially when i want to spend more time with my racer boyfriend, too.”

[fanaticsnail]

People I'd Like to Know Better

Thank you for the tag @tootoomanycats. We have a couple things in common!

Last Song: When We Were Young (the logical song) - David Guetta & Kim Petras. Good driving song, on shuffle on my silly dance playlist for when I'm cooking.

Currently Watching: Just finished Dungeon Meshi and Bridgerton season 3, and I'm always watching One Piece. I love Senshi so much. He is amazing, and he reminds me so much of my husband 🥹👌.

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: Yes. All. At once. Tteokbokki is my favourite combo of the three, but I would kill for some chilli dark chocolate right now.

Relationship Status: Married for 8 years with two youngin's. He's my best friend, and an amazing chef whom I adore.

Current Obsession: writing. Always writing, thinking about writing, plotting more writing, and getting distracted by writing. And dungeons & dragons (ad&d 2e is my preferred way of gameplay 🖤).

No pressure tags: @quinloki @merbear25 @nina-ya @cyborg-franky @nerium-lil (I just love you guys, and would use any excuse to get to know you better).

[treedaddymcpuffpuff]

Hi, pookie 🖤 how are you? May I request 👉🏻👈🏻 24 (revenge) + Don John. Please 👀

Hi Scarlett 🥺🥹!! I hope I did good for you!! —Don Jon x F!Reader ( TW: spanking, dubcon, namecalling, Don Jon being evil, nsfw )

“Unhand me, you brutes!” Your struggle, both physically and vocally, holds no weight here, while one henchman on each arm drags you into the Bastard Prince’s room to face your untimely demise. “I swear I will burn this place to the ground and you along with it! I said unhand me, cursed whoreson!”

“What an ugly mouth on a pretty maiden,” says the reason for your distress, looking very much—almost comically so—like a dark hearted villain intent on consuming every last ounce of your decency and pride.

You scowl deeply at him. “I suppose this is the only way you can get pretty maiden’s into your chambers?” Even though you know that is not true. Jon is a handsome man with cheekbones like sharp glass and skin doted on by the sun. More often than not, he is stumbling home drunk with some ditzy, poor thing clinging to his battle-sculpted arm.

“I changed my mind.” He is no longer speaking to you, but now his obedient dogs. “You can gag her.”

Your eyes grow wide upon seeing the thick, braided rope they intend to use in binding you. Luckily, each dufus has forgotten you have two working legs, so while they’re distracted with tugging your hands behind your back, you knee one in the groin and have just enough space to wriggle away unscathed.

Until a brawny, painful grip wraps around the base of your skull and pulls you back, into solid, lean muscle. To hell with your mind as it muses about how good this bastard feels behind you, and to hell with your cunt as it plumps for his deft ropework and sinister voice so close to your hot skin.

“Never had a man tie you up, lambkin?”

“Unlike some people, I’m not a whore, so no. But do tell me what it was like.”

“Was it not you that assumed my virginity but five minutes ago?” His voice turns sour, and you prickle with pride at your ability to get under his skin even when he has you trussed up for his mercy and enjoyment.

“I didn’t say you were successful in any of your numerous pursuits, just that there are far too many.”

You can feel his blood boil, skin warm and flush deep crimson. “Maybe next time, I will gag you, but for now, I very much want to hear that vulgar tongue plead for my quarter.”

Next time? What next time? There hasn’t even been a this time yet. Is his plan to put you in bondage and then insult you? God, if it is kill me now, you pray, despite belonging to no religion. You don’t think you can take much more of his insufferable mouth. Although, perhaps if it was licking between your thighs that would be a different story.

Your imagination supplies the frequented vision wherein you’re tugging on his thick hassock of hair while he does whatever it is that men do when their face is buried in your sex. This fantasy you’ve had for a while, ever since hearing Margaret talking about how his otherwise useless mouth drove her to a clenching, cosmic defeat.

He’s spewing some more dribble that you have no care for, and you’ve missed most of it while lost in your fantasy. You do, however, catch his nagging complaint, and the reason for him wanting your company on this humid night.

“You should have kept your mouth shut, and you wouldn’t be here at all.”

“I’ve no clue what you’re talking about, Jon.”

A firm, stinging slap lands on the fat of your behind, wrenching a yelp and curse. “Watch it!”

“You will address me be my proper title, little snitch, or I will do worse than spank you.”

“Oh come off it,” you sigh, although too cowardly now to add his improper name to that sentence, a fact probably not missed by him. “Your plan was so stupidly apparent that Don Pedro would have meddled it sooner or later. I was just sparing you further embarrassment. You should be thanking me.”

“Oh, you’re absolutely right.” He throws you onto his mattress, demonstrating strength that you didn’t think he possessed, then grabs one foot and tugs you onto the end so that your ass and legs hang off the side. With your face pressed into the down, you can’t see to kick or shoulder him while he pins your lower back with a sturdy, wide press. “Allow me to express my gratitude.”

Your protests of indecency and modesty fall on deaf ears while he lifts the skirts of your dress up to reveal undergarments; then, he tugs those down too, and leaves you bare to himself, his goons, and the balmy night air. Shame descends over you like a wool blanket, and your mouth lets him know just how much you despise him, his parents, their parents, and the ones before that, too.

Your cursing of his bloodline cuts short with the first heavy slap of his palm on the swell of your bare ass—and, oh, you never realized just how tender that slice of flesh could be until his fingertips turn it raw and throbbing.

You haven’t been smacked on the rear since you were a tiny thing, and you don’t ever remember it hurting this much. Perhaps your mother’s hands were not as big or as infused with muscle, though.

Slap, slap, slap. You attempt an arched back for some kind of reprieve from the singing pain, but he holds you firm, even moreso when you try and fight him, making your tender, poor bottom stick out indecently and proudly, like the pretty full moon in the sky. It hurts, and he will not stop, not even when your cheeks get wet and you whimper his name, hoping for some goddamn human decency.

When he finally does cease, you think maybe he might be moving to the other cheek, but instead feel the feathery touch of his fingers tease the curly soft protection of your womanhood, and then past, to collect sticky cum on his fingers. You clench down onto this, pleasure unexpected, a welcome reprieve from the sting of your bottom.

“You like this?” He muses, soothing your feminine nectar into the burning skin on your ass. “So desperate that spanking soaks your needy cunt?”

You release the fat of his mattress from between your teeth to whine for the loss of his uncharacteristically soft touch teasing between your slick, unmapped folds. He’s going to go back to spanking you now, you know. After all, there is a whole other plump cheek with skin untainted, and you contemplate, briefly, begging him to, instead, go back to your starving pussy.

“Well,” he says, grin tooth filled and sharp, “if you like it so much, who am I to deny a lady her pleasure?”

You think maybe you’ve grown accustomed to the beating by now, so it will hurt less on this protruding cheek, but you’re very wrong. The pain is tenfold on virgin flesh, and quickly you are back to biting his mattress in order to muffle yelps and screams and mewls—in order to prevent the sweet, girly begging he wants to hear. You long for the gag.

Because, eventually, and, especially when he goes back to the other purpling mound, you do beg, demure and ingenuous, so eagerly offering your submission up on a silver tray for His Royal Jackass. No time to be disgusted with yourself, for now—you’ll try and save some humiliation for later.

There is a satisfied grumble to his voice, one that makes your cunt clench and dribble, and by now you’re sure his guards can see the shameful essence glittering on your pubic hair and thighs. You bury your face into the bed, trying to forgot the situation at hand, which is, of course, impossible, when he’s talking to you.

“Is this what it takes to keep you in place, y/n? Perhaps I should entertain her more often to keep the little witch in line?”

“No, please, anything but that,” you say, digging your toes into the ground, futilely shying away from a deceptively soft touch on your right cheek.

He pauses for a moment, and you can practically feel the evil gears in his too-intelligent mind turning. Perhaps it was something you said, or some authentic idea he has for torturing you further. Either way, this will be unpleasant for you.

You’d squirm if you could, when feathery fingers travel down the cleft of your ass and stop just shy from the bulge of your pussy lips. “Anything?” He repeats. “Even this pathetic Quim?”

“Yes! Even that!”

He kicks your legs apart with the toe of his leather boot, opening those dewy petals between your thighs. You swear you can feel nectar drip freely from your flower, and take solace in the fact that you are definitely wet enough to accept him if he decides to steal that coveted innocence away tonight.

Instead of his cock, or maybe even his tongue—yes, please—your fragile blossom meets the sharp palm of his mean hand. And then again, and once more. And if you think that you were sobbing and begging and trying to writhe away before, it was only an illusion compared to the state of you now, while he punishes your cunt for the crimes of your tattling, wretched mouth.

Without warning, he pushes a finger inside you, and you gasp, clenching on that singular digit that fills you so much more fully than your own could ever hope to. He touches something that splits your vision in fours, but only for a moment, then, faster than you can come back to earth, flips you around and sticks his wet finger into your mouth.

“Suck,” he says, smiling down at you, sweat dripping from his face and staining his white blouse.

“What-“

He presses deeper, making you gag. “I said, suck, whore.”

You try not to glare as you do what’s instructed, and suck the salty thick fluid from his index finger. This distracts you, and he takes the opportunity to roughly pinch one of your burgeoning nipples between the fingers of his left hand.

You can’t help it, when your teeth sink into his flesh, only stopping yourself from entirely biting down, but still earning an unfair slap on your face for the mistake. He wretches his finger from your throat and rubs the spit and sting of your teeth from himself, onto your freshly reddened cheek.

“Seems you do require more breaking in,” he says, eyes black as the night without lanterns or moon or stars. “No matter, I will be more than happy to discipline you, Lambkin.” With that, he pushes you back onto his bed, among the messy sheets and sweaty smell of man and herbal oils, and turns to walk away.

“Wait!” You cry, scrambling to sit up again, wincing at the burning singe in your lower regions. You tug on the rope that binds your arms back, opening your mouth to say something scathing, but the flesh of your rear begs you not to. “Are you going to let me go?”

He laughs at you as if you’ve just told a hilarious joke. “No, though perhaps you can get one of your sister’s help? Better yet, your mother or father might assist? Although you’re going to have to explain yourself, no doubt.” A wicked glint muddles his eyes; it makes you yearn for your fist to connect with his pretty face or foot to connect with his—with the large, obscene bulge in his leather trousers that was most certainly not there before he spanked you.

“Please, I cannot do that.”

“Then stay for the night, and perhaps when I return in the blue of dawn I will gift you my cock, little witch. After more punishment for being such a wanton slut, of course.”

He does leave you, then, throbbing in agony and, regrettably, desire for his wicked hands, tangled up in his sheets, absolutely a wreck of what you once were.

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Epilogue

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: 18+ Smut (you know the drill) Fluff, Romantic Themes, Drinking / Alcohol (once more- it’s a bar) Pining, Harmless Bullying, Swearing, Wholesome Family Fun (which is crazy to say considering what’s coming next)

Smut Warnings: Kissing, Oral Sex, Hands going places, Penetrative Sex | they’re both switches - do with that what you will

Word Count: 10.6k

Summary: It’s the bar’s second anniversary and a certain couple’s first.

Author's Note: I bet you thought we were done here 😉 You already know that I couldn’t let this end that easily! I knew from the start that I would have an epilogue for you, but as I was working on it, I had a thought— luckily for you.. I wrote it in. If you notice the word count, this is astronomically long compared to the rest of the story; I decided to add basically a second chapter once I had the idea. (If you need to pause, there’s a definitive break that you could absolutely stop at! I’ll add a couple ***’s so you know when)

Consider the second half like a bonus chapter if you will 🥰

Anyway this is getting long, I love this story, these two, and you guys for loving them with me. I hope you giggle and kick your feet over this monster of a chapter 🖤 this is definitely not the last you’ll be seeing of these two, but for now, let’s just enjoy this together 🥹

Forever - Noah Kahan "I won’t be alone for the rest of my life, I’ll build a boat for when the river gets high."

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One year later.. 

“That’s okay; just drive safe, honey.” 

I tucked my phone back into my pocket, grabbed a few stray glasses, and rounded the corner behind the bar. Thankful that the bar isn’t busy at the moment, even though I know we’re mere seconds away from the chaos that’ll ensue. 

Deciding to keep the tradition, the bar is only open until eleven tonight because of the holiday. All of our regulars will still make it a point to stop by tonight since it’s the floating anniversary of the official opening. I know there’s an actual date that we opened, but letting it change with the holiday every year is more fun to me. 

It’s nice getting to spend a few hours just working with Josh while everyone else is wrapping up work or getting ready for tomorrow. It is funnier that they’ll all show up tonight, even though we’re about to spend the next two days together. 

“What happened?” Josh asks, leaning against the bar. 

I look over at him as I’m setting all the glasses into the dirty bin, telling him, “Oh, she’s fine,” and letting out a small laugh. “She hit traffic, but she’s almost here– just feels bad she’s ‘late.’ You know how Char is.” 

He chuckles to himself, “Oh, that silly girl must have forgotten that everybody and their cousin is driving today.” 

“I told her that I didn’t care when she got here anyway,” I tell him, giggling at the thought of her stressing over the time. “We have the whole weekend together; I’m not going to complain that she’s twenty minutes behind.” 

Josh just smiles back at me for a second before breathing out, “It’s sweet that she still wants to soak up all the time she can with you, though.” 

“I hit the jackpot with her for sure,” I let out quietly, checking the fridges to make sure everything was good. “Are you good for a minute? I just need to answer a few emails real quick.” 

He shoos me away to my office, where I’ve sat to do a few admin things before it gets busy or Charlotte shows up. I mindlessly read through a few emails that can wait until after the holiday weekend but then start writing back to the more important ones. I know that I could realistically do these after she’s here but the last thing I ever want to do is be this level of distracted from her. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past year, it’s that I love my job, but I love her more. 

I fell in love with Charlotte within three weeks, and she’s only proven to me that it was the greatest thing I could have let myself do. Despite the fact that we don’t live very close to each other, the days we aren’t physically together fly by. It still lets her have some independence, even though I would have asked her to move in the day we started dating. I’m so used to the chaos that I don’t think she could ever bother me. 

Not that I have the most experience with relationships, but I would say that she is probably the most incredible girlfriend that exists. I still feel like I’m dreaming most days; the only downside is when she’s upset, and I can’t get to her fast enough. Not exactly proud of the few times that I’ve almost left the bar because she sounded a little too sad saying she missed me on the phone. 

“Hi baby,” Char’s voice rings through my office. 

“There she is,” slips out as I whip my head over to her. Quickly standing up, reaching for her hands as I got closer, I said, “I missed you.” 

“I swear nobody knows how to drive today,” she tells me in between kisses. “Literally, everybody just kept slowing down even though nothing was happening!” 

Chuckling at her, it’s precious when she’s worked up like this. Kissing her forehead gently before telling her, “Breathe honey, it’s over. You made it.”  

 “I know– you’re right,” She breathes out before quietly asking, “You’re sure your parents don’t mind me being here for Thanksgiving?”

“I think my mom would explode if you didn’t,” I told her. “Plus, I wouldn’t want you to spend the weekend alone.”

“I still don’t know what possessed my parents to plan a vacation during the holidays, but” she rolls her eyes with a laugh but squeezes my hands when she tells me, “I’m much happier to spend them with you.”

Kissing her a few more times before saying, “I’m just excited to have you here all weekend.” 

Pulling her out into the bar, sitting in the booth that the rest of the family will stake claim over later. She sat across from me, telling me about her day since we were both fairly busy and hadn’t gotten to talk much throughout the day. 

“Oh!” She pipes up. “I found this, and I thought you might enjoy it.” She hands me a folder with random paperwork, and I just look at her with my eyebrow raised. She giggles quietly, “Look at the corners, babe.” 

I start reading all her little notes. This is what she was doing the whole time. Every page with the margins filled with little intrusive thoughts she must have been having; ‘hands, hands, hands,’ ‘pretty mouth,’ ‘he’s so cute I could cry.’ Random hearts surrounded some of them, with my name written out in cursive every few pages, like a girl in elementary school.  

Thinking of all the times I would glance over at her, she would just be scribbling things down with a little smirk on her face. Or the way she would tuck pages away when she saw me coming over. 

My heart swelled, seeing that she had been secretly feeling the same way. It always felt like there was something more than ‘friends with benefits,’ but I was so afraid to get my hopes up. I chuckle to myself,  breathing out, “I love you so much.” 

Met with silence– we haven’t actually said that to each other yet. Not that I didn’t want to, but we both just nervously danced around it. My eyes darted up to her, realizing what I said. 

Her eyes are wide, “.. Jake.” I close the folder and set it in front of us. Shit. You’ve made it a whole year without letting it slip; that’s impressive enough, right? 

“Char,” I start; it probably is about time I finally told her. “It sounds insane, but I’ve basically loved you since the day you walked in.” 

She slowly blinked at me, “What do you mean? How?” 

It truly feels like I have to just come clean with it at this point, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you after you left that day; something about you just stuck with me.” 

“I felt like I ruined your whole day. You definitely seemed like you were panicking?” 

“Oh, I was,” I laugh. “But I thought about you every day until you came back.” 

“But—” she hesitates, looking down at the table for a second. “I cried in front of you, literally the second time we actually saw each other.” 

I nod at her, “Oh, I know.” 

“And I lied to you..” 

“Hun,” I start, grabbing her hand. “I would do it all over again a million times if it meant I got you at the end of it.”

She just stares at me, and I watch her eyes as tears creep in. She looks up, trying to fight the inevitable.

I reach up, knocking the little tears off her cheeks like always, before telling her, “You don’t have to say it back. Don’t feel like you have to. I’ll gladly wait until–” 

She cuts me off with a quiet, “I love you.” 

The sound of it practically knocks the wind out of me; I knew from the beginning that she would probably take a while to say it in general or even just say it back because she was so hesitant about her feelings. I never wanted to pressure her into it, even though a year ago, with us standing out in the snow, I knew I was in love with her. 

I slide out of my seat, take two steps to be next to her, squat down, and grab both of her hands. 

“Can I say something to you? I don’t expect anything from you after,” I ask, looking up at her.  

“Of course.” 

I look at her for a split second before I finally let it out, “I’m so, so in love with you, Charlotte. I’ve been waiting for you to feel comfortable saying it because I never want to overwhelm you or push you away. I can’t imagine life without you at this point; you mean everything to me, honey.”

Her eyes are so soft, and her lip quivers a little as she looks back at me. She whispers, “You’re gonna make me cry.” She leans down to me, leaving a few gentle kisses on my lips. 

“And you are far more than I could have ever dreamt of,” She says with a little sniff as she fights back the tears. “I’ve never known a love like yours. Some days I still don’t believe you’re real and that I’m lucky enough that you keep me around even when I’m such a pain in your ass.” 

“You’re my favorite pain in the ass, though,” I tell her, kissing her knuckles gently. My heart is pounding as she’s telling me the sweetest things; it feels unbelievable that she feels the same way. 

Her little giggle blesses my ears before she keeps going, her voice still breaking as she tells me, “I hate that you had to be let down so many times, but I’m so glad that every girl fumbled you, so now, I get you to myself.”

“I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll keep me,” I whisper to her, watching as her chin quivers. She let out a small ‘oh’ as her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Rubbing her legs for a second until she pulls me into a hug. 

I kiss the side of her head before mumbling, “Happy anniversary, hun.”  Leaning back and carefully wiping the tears from under her eyes, trying not to mess up her makeup. Quietly cooing, “Oh, my beautiful girl.”

“Baby, shhhh,” she laughs, looking up to try and avoid more tears. 

I chuckle to myself, letting out, “Oh, I’m sorry. I meant, my absolute knockout—“

Her laugh cuts me off, which I would let happen any day—anything to see her smile. 

I feel a tap on my back, bringing me back to real life. I turned, and honestly, I should have known. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” my mom’s voice rings through the bar. Josh got it from somewhere. Her arms wrapped me in a hug, rocking me back and forth. 

“I’m excited to see you too,” I laugh. She pulls back, brushing the hair out of my face like she always does, just staring at me for a second. 

Her eyes soften as we look at each other; she looks like she wants to say something but holds it back. That’s weird. Gently moving me to the side, her excited voice is back, “Don’t think I didn’t see you!” Charlotte quickly stands up, also getting pulled into a hug. 

“Mmmm, my other sweetheart,” she says, Char’s giggling as she gets the same treatment from my mom. “I missed you two.” 

My parents immediately loved her when they met. Whether it was because they were so excited that I finally found someone or because Char is an incredible girl, who knows? Mom was especially over the moon about her when she discovered that they both enjoy baking and reading. 

I was nervous at the idea of them meeting her, especially when we had barely even figured out what we were doing. But, the moment we walked into the house where they were staying, it went away. We took turns grabbing each other's hands for comfort because it was all still so fresh. It probably seems wild to introduce someone to your parents two days into the relationship, but I’ve never been so sure about someone. 

My dad’s arm slides around my shoulders, pulling me into him for a second. 

“Hey bud,” his voice is way calmer. “I see you’ve lost them.” He chuckles. I glance over as the two of them are fully in conversation, to the point that my mom has stolen my seat. 

“Looks that way, huh?” I laugh, hugging him back. Nodding towards the bar, I ask, “Want a drink?”

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My dad kept us entertained for a bit as he sipped his drink, telling us about the trip to get here. They seem to have the worst luck with flying. I take the chance to slip out from behind the bar, and I sneak off into my office, pulling out my phone, but I quickly get distracted when I hear my mom’s voice. 

“How are you doing sweets?”

I look over at her; she’s leaning against the door frame, her eyebrows raised. I tell her, “Curious about what you didn’t say to me earlier if we’re being honest.”

“You saw that, huh?” She scrunches her nose at me. I move closer to her so she won’t have to be loud. Her hand taps my chest a couple of times, letting out, “I forget how observant you are.” 

“Mhm,” I hum back. “So, spill. What is it?”

She lets out a little sigh, “I’m not gonna be able to get through this.” Her eyes welled up almost instantly, “Being in love looks good on you, Sweetheart.”

“Oh?”

She grabs one of my hands and tells me, “I can just see how happy you are when you’re with her.” A tear sneaks out as she looks at me. “I’m just so glad you found someone who loves you the way you deserve.”

Squeezing my hand a few times, “You’ve always been the sweetest of the three of you.” She pauses to look up, trying to stop the tears. “I knew how badly you just wanted to find someone.” 

“Mom,” I whisper, wiping her face off gently. 

“I'm sorry—I'm just so proud of you. Between the bar and taking care of her, I just feel so lucky to watch the young man that you’ve become.”

My arms wrap around her, rubbing her back a little before mumbling, “Love you.” 

“Love you, too.” She whispers before asking, “Why are you hiding in here?”

I lean back, smiling as I tell her, “Wanted to see if something got delivered.” 

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As I’m helping run some drinks to people for Josh, I hear Against The Wind by Bob Seger playing throughout the bar. Dropping the fresh drinks off to the table, I turn around to see one of Chuck’s friends about to sit at the bar with an empty seat next to him. He must be waiting for him. 

He’s an older gentleman; he definitely looks like he would have been a sailor of sorts. The idea hits me— where is my girlfriend? I think to myself, chuckling at what’s going to happen. 

“Char- honey,” I yell to her as I walk over to the table; she’s sitting with Quinn, Willa, and Sam- the usual, but Mom is with them tonight. 

Her eyes light up as I get closer, looking up at me, oh god,  I’m such an ass. She lets out a quiet “Hi.” 

Sliding into the booth next to her, my arm pulling her close to me. I point to the man, whispering to her, “Remember how I told you about the Old Port Pirate?” 

“Shut up,” her hand flew up to cover her mouth. “Babe, you actually weren’t lying?” 

I just shake my head, “Do you hear what’s playing right now?”

Looking at me with wide eyes, her jaw drops when she realizes, “Oh my god, it’s Bob.” 

She’s so cute, wow. I quietly laugh before letting out, “And you didn’t believe me.” Shaking my head subtly, she will probably kill me if she finds out that he isn’t actually the pirate. 

She leans close, kissing my cheek; the feeling of her lips on me still makes my heart skip. Her face lingers close to mine for a second, and she quietly says, “I’m sorry, baby. I won’t doubt you anymore.” 

She can never find out. 

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Glancing around the table, my mom has Sam and Willa entirely focused on whatever she’s telling them about, and Quinn has disappeared to the bar to talk to Josh. I steal a sip of Char’s drink, realizing it’s practically just water at this point, but before I get up, I have to tease her a little bit. If she thought I didn’t catch some of the little things she wrote down, she is sorely mistaken. 

“So, I did see in your little notes that you think my ass is,” I pause to clear my throat dramatically, “Cute enough to take a bite out of?”

“The heart wants what it wants,” she breathes out, a soft smile forming. Her hand reached up to fix a piece of my hair that was flopped to the wrong side. 

I lean in closer to her, whispering, “If you wanted to eat my ass, honey— all you had to do was ask.”

She barks out a laugh, whisper-yelling, “JACOB, WE’RE IN PUBLIC.” Her eyes darted over towards my mom and back to me. 

“All I'm saying is communication is important in a relationship, and you already know I won’t say no to you,” I tell her, shooting her a wink as I stand up from the booth. “I’ll get you a fresh drink.” 

“Wait—“ Her hand catches mine before I can grab her glass, tugging me to her. She gently kisses me, holding my jaw and wiping my lip off after. If she only knew, I literally couldn’t be bothered if she left any sort of lipstick, gloss, whatever on me—but it’s adorable that she does it, so I’ll never tell her. She quietly lets out, “I love you, baby.” 

“Mmm, I don’t think I'll ever get tired of hearing that,” I mumble against her lips, kissing her once more before telling her, “I love you.”

I wander behind the bar to grab her some water; she’s been alternating all night, so she “doesn’t feel like dying” tomorrow. Before I can bring it back to her, Mel grabs it from me. 

“I’m basically done for the night; I can deliver it for you,” she laughs out. 

Glancing over at the time, it is nearly closing time already. I look back over at her, “You can be free. I’ll let Danny go too if you guys want to get home.” 

“You’re the best,” she shoots me a little smile, dropping off Char’s water and immediately sliding into the booth with everyone. 

I start picking up a little after Josh, which is fine because he has been hustling around for a bit now. But I feel his presence behind me as I’m wiping down some glasses to put back. 

“Meant to tell you– I grabbed our mail earlier..” Josh mumbles to me. Quietly, he asks, “Did you buy a ring?”

“Mhm,” I hum back, turning to him. 

He glances over at Char before asking, “Is it..?”

I just nod, watching his eyes light up. 

Immediately, he tears up, letting out a quiet, “Oh my god—“ 

“Don’t cry,” I giggle. “I don’t know when it’ll happen; I just wanted to be ready. “

His hands landed on my arms, whispering, “I’m so happy for you.” 

“Thank you,” I whisper back. 

He just stares at me for a second, “She really is a good one.” 

I look over at her as she hugs our Mom for probably the hundredth time today. Sitting with all our closest friends and family like she’s been here forever. They really took her in so quickly, which, given the situation when we met, was the most incredible thing they could have done. My eyes shift back to Josh, smiling as I tell him, “I think I’ll keep her around.” 

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After saying our goodnights to the entire family practically, Char sat in her typical spot at the bar. Even after a year, nothing has changed with how we function. Whenever she comes down here for the weekends, she’ll just sit at the end of the bar if I have to close and pester me the entire time. And I would never ask for anything else. 

“Will you make my drink?” She asks, batting her eyelashes at me. Like, I would say no. 

“Well,” I glanced over at her, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re in luck; I’m the only option.”

Quickly mixing everything together for her, I bring it over. Carefully setting it in front of her, but not without leaning over the bar to give her a quick kiss. 

“The service here is exceptional,” she tells me, laced with a slight laugh. 

My eyebrows raise as I tell her, “You’re the only one getting that level of customer service.” 

“I’ve seen the way you talk to Eleanor,” she taunts. 

My eyes roll at her comment; I point at her as I whisper-yell, “DON'T START WITH ME.” Unable to keep the smirk hidden away. 

“I’m not jealous! She was here first,” she says, holding her hands up while giggling away. 

“You shouldn’t be jealous.” 

“Oh, I’m not at all,” she tells me matter-of-factly. Casually sipping her drink as she looked me up and down.  

“Good,” I laugh out, folding my arms across my chest as I watch her. “What’s with that look?”

She waves her hand, making me move closer to her. She so casually whispers, “Just— I love that I’m watching you mix drinks and be silly, but you'll also make it hard to walk tomorrow.” 

My head drops, taking a deep breath. This girl's favorite hobby is making me sweat, I swear. “Jesus Christ,” I laugh out. Pulling my wrist up to check my watch, “What time do we close?” 

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“Wait right here,” I tell her, quickly walking into my room to grab the gift I got her. Pulling the little bag from my closet and the flowers that I had sitting in water on my nightstand, I make my way back to her, mumbling, “These are for you.”

She pouts her lip, looking at me, “Jacob, you’re so sweet.” 

Kissing me before she looks in the bag, a little smile lacing her lips as she realizes. Pulling out the book she’s been eyeing every time we go to the store, with a few little things that I found at her favorite thrift store down here. 

“You’re too much,” she lets out quietly, setting everything back in the bag. “Thank you.”

I lean against the counter, and I look at her, quietly letting out, “Josh went to Quinn’s for the night so we could have the apartment to ourselves.” 

“Well,” She says, her hands sliding up my chest as she leans into me. “Isn’t that just sweet of him?” 

I hum back, letting my arms drape around her hips, “Mhmm.” 

“Get to show my baby how much I love him,” she breathes out. Her lips pressed into my throat quickly. 

I looked up for a second before asking her, “What has gotten into you?” 

“Hopefully, you in a minute,” the sultry tone of her voice made my knees weak. 

“Holy shit, hun,” I breathe out. “A bit needy, are we?” 

She nods, quickly kissing my jaw before letting out,  “I’m sorry, you’re just sooo—” She leans back, the look in her eyes making my heart race. 

“Is that right?” I pop my eyebrow at her, watching the goosebumps flood her skin. 

“Mhm,” she hums back. Pulling her lip in with her teeth gently before telling me, “Hot enough that I���d eat your ass or whatever.” 

My head falls back as I laugh, not expecting her to bring that up. Managing to tell her, “I love you so much.” 

“Mmmm, we really should have started saying that sooner,” she pauses to laugh for a second. “Hearing you say that makes you even hotter.” 

My hands slide to the backs of her thighs, picking her up and setting her on the counter. Moving in between her legs, but her skirt made it difficult to get close.  

“What about when I do this?” I ask quietly, pushing her skirt up so it sits around her hips. Her jaw drops slightly as she looks at me. I can see the way her breathing is already a little heavy. I lean down, kissing her legs, covered with her tights. Gently, I work my way up her thigh until I notice that I can see right through them as I get closer to her hips. I push her legs a little further apart– did she not..? 

I can’t stop myself from smiling against her. My hands slide up her legs, lightly letting my fingers rub over her clit through her tights as I look up at her.  

“You tryin’ to kill me?” I breathe out. “No panties?”

I watch the pink come up in her cheeks as she bites her lip.  

“Lay back for me,” I whisper between kisses against her hip. 

As she leans back on the counter, I hold her hips, pulling her to the edge, grabbing at the waistband of her tights, pulling them down her legs quickly. I kiss the inside of her ankle slowly, leaving wet kisses up her thighs until I get too close. Resting my lips against her pubic bone, I slowly smile against her skin, knowing it’ll drive her crazy. 

“Jake, please,” she whines. Didn’t take long at all. 

I ask quietly, “What do you want?” 

Pressing my lips against her clit gently and then just hovering, letting my breath hit her. 

“Mmm,” she hums out.  

“Oh, you want this?” I taunt her, flattening my tongue against her clit. Lapping at it a few times, pulling a loud moan out of her. My hands still hold her hips as my tongue is practically spelling her name, listening to the sweet sounds that pour out of her. I wrap my lips around her clit for a second, lightly sucking in. 

“Baby, oh my god,” she moans out. 

I hum into her, sliding my hand up to her chin, glancing up at her, tapping her lip a few times until she opens her mouth. I slide my middle and ring finger in, and she wraps her lips around them. Swirling her tongue around them as she moans from the way my mouth is moving.

One of her hands knitted themselves into my hair, and the other held my arm. I carefully pull my hand back from her when she lets out a louder moan, slipping them right into her. ‘Yes’ and ‘Fuck’ litter the air as I push them into her a few times.   

She props herself up, and I stand, leaning in to kiss her and start to pump my fingers faster inside her. She’s holding the back of my neck like it’s her lifeline. Adjusting my arm so my palm is flat against her clit, I curl my fingers up into that spot. 

“Jake, oh my god,” She moans into my mouth

I look at her for a second before whispering, “Soak my fingers, honey.” 

Immediately feel her hands grip my shirt, and the moans start falling out of her mouth. I can hear how wet she is and the way she’s starting to tense up on me. Leaning down, dragging my tongue along her, feeling her heartbeat. Looking back up at her as she breathes heavily, god, she is beautiful. 

“Jake.. baby.. oh.. oh my god, baby..” she mumbles under her breath as she gets closer. Her voice rises as she lets out a loud “Jacob.” That’s my favorite sound. 

Standing back up, her eyes flutter shut as she relaxes against me.  Her face is lying on my shoulder. 

“Come back to me, honey,” I whisper in her ear before kissing her cheek. 

She sits back as I pull my hand from her, “I wanna see something,” she whispers, grabbing my hand that was just inside her. Tugging it up, muttering a quiet  “Open.” 

Sliding my fingers into my own mouth, swirling my tongue around them, tasting her on me. I can feel my cock twitch. I don’t know what she’s doing to me, but it’s working. Her jaw dropped at the sight, and I let out a little groan just to really rile her up. 

“God, you’re so sexy, babe.” 

I can feel my face warm, giggling at her compliment. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way she treats me.

“Come on,” I tell her, holding my hands out to help her down. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she swung me around. 

“Not so quick, handsome,” She giggles, pushing me gently against the counter. She unbuttons my pants quickly and tugs them down just enough. Her hand pulled my cock from my boxers and slid it into her mouth in one smooth motion.   

My hands gently held her head as she moved further down the length of it. Fighting every urge to let my hips thrust into her. The moment her nose barely grazed my stomach, my head fell back. How is she mine? When it starts to feel a little too good, I lightly tap her shoulders. Holding my hands out to help her up, I make her trade spots with me again, her back against my chest as I tuck my face into her. 

 “Can you bend over for me?” I whisper into her ear.  “Need to feel you.” 

She eagerly leans onto the counter; I drop down, licking a wide stripe up the center of her one more time, with my hands hooking around her hips so I can grab her ass. Leaving a little kiss against her before standing back up.  

I slip into her, letting out a little groan as I do. Even after a year, it still blows my mind how good she feels. Slowly rocking my hips into her, my grip on her hips tightening with every thrust. My hand slipped down, grabbing at her and pulling her back to me quickly. 

She moans quietly, “Baby, you feel so good.” 

My heart pounds at the sound. I start moving faster, fucking her harder. Listening to all her little sounds as I do. Without thought, my hand moves from her hip, coming down against her asscheek with a loud crack. The moan that came out of her practically made my mouth water but also made my face heat up, and grinned as I leaned down, kissing between her shoulder blades.

“You like that?” I mumble against her. 

Letting out a small “Yes.” 

“Mmm,” I hum out. “My sweet girl.” Slowing my hips down, tapping her sides gently. 

I mutter, “Come with me,” as I’m pulling her into the bedroom. 

I unzipped her skirt so it fell to the floor as she unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Her hands moved to push my pants down as I grabbed the bottom of her sweater, pulling it over her head. She pushes me back towards the end of my bed, gently pushing me to sit down. 

She unclasps her bra, letting it slide down her arms until her tits are on full display. “Fuck me, you’re so hot,” I let out as I watch her toss the bra onto the floor. 

She crawls into my lap and slips my cock back into her. Her lips pressed into me as she sat down. Rolling her hips against mine as we made out. My hands just run all over her, taking her in as she makes herself feel good.   

When I feel her start to move up, my hands move to hold just under her ass. Helping lift her up, watching her tits bounce as she rides me. 

Her hands hold onto my shoulders for support; as she leans in close to my ear, she mumbles, “Baby, your cock is sooo-” My hips jerk up as she tells me, making her moan at the feeling.  

My hands still holding tight onto her ass as she rides me. I just take her in as she writhes against me, my grip on her tightening a little. Her eyes meet mine quickly, the way her pupils dilate as she stares at me. 

Her sweet voice whispered, “Do it again.” 

My eyebrows pull together until her hand reaches down, tapping my wrist a few times, with a devious little smirk on her lips. OH. 

She rolls her hips against me a few times when I pull my hand back, bringing it back down against her quickly. The sound mixed with the moan she let out— I could get used to that. 

She moans out, “Fuck me, Jake.” 

One of my arms wraps around her waist, holding her close to me as I stand up. I lay her down against my pillows, still sitting between her legs; I lean over, grabbing a condom quietly. I know I won’t last long at this point, so I lean down and start dancing my tongue around her clit. Listening to her moans get higher pitched, her hands grabbing at my hair as she gets close. I plunge my fingers back into her, looking up at her when I say, “Tell me how good it is, honey.” 

Her jaw drops, and the grip on my hair is strong as I work her through her orgasm; the sound of her voice as she comes makes me weak.  

Sitting up on my knees, keeping one hand lightly rubbing her thigh, stroking myself a few times. I slide the condom on as she comes down, just watching her for a minute until she looks back at me. 

I slip back into her, leaning down and kissing her slowly. Feeling the way her breathing is still heavy, she lets out a happy little “mmm” against me. 

Starting to move my hips, I just look down at her. That’s my girl, my gorgeous girl. My heart starts to race as I take her in when I let out a quiet “I love you.” 

Her hands grab my face, pulling me into her. She kisses my top lip gently, the tip of my nose, and lingers her lips against my forehead when she whispers back, “I love you, baby.” 

We stay in this slow pace, littering kisses all over. Her hands basically touch any part of me that she can reach, as if she just wants to feel closer. Cradling her head in my hands, I just stare at her as my hips gently rock into her. 

God— she’s mine, I think to myself. She’s genuinely the most beautiful person I’ve ever known, and I get to have all of her for myself. My hips start to move faster at the thought. 

Leaning down close to her, I tuck my face into her neck, breathing her in. My pace picks up again; she’s mine. The thought makes me smile against her skin. 

“Fuck—mmm…” I groan; I can feel my orgasm starting to build. Snapping my hips into her a little harder,  “mine” slips out, and my eyes go wide. 

Until she whispers back, “Yes baby, I’m all yours.” My heart pounds at the fact she’s encouraging it. 

“Say it again,” I tell her, my voice a little louder. 

“I’m yours,” she breathes out in a moan. 

My eyes roll back a little at the sound, fuck.  

“Come on, Jake, show me how much you love me,” she tells me. My breathing starts to pick up, letting out little whimpers when I exhale. 

She keeps going; her voice is making everything so much more intense. Whispering, “I know you’re close; let me have it.” 

Feeling her legs wrap around me, Fuck— she’s so hot. She holds my face gently, moving me so her lips are just hardly hovering over my ear when she lets out, “Come, baby,” in the sexiest tone I’ve ever heard. 

My orgasm hits me like a freight train, moaning out, “Char—“ 

A minute goes by; she’s just running her hand through my hair, letting me cuddle into her. One of her hands slid down to just gently scratch my back; this is heaven. 

“Feel good, babe?” She asks quietly. 

I just hum back, “Mmmm.. mhm.” 

I can feel her kiss the side of my head a few times, so I lazily kiss her neck. Slowly but surely, I prop myself up to look at her. 

“Come with me?” 

She giggles, moving the hair out of my face. “Where are we going?” 

“I just want to shower real quick,” I tell her, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. My voice gets quiet when I let out, “But.. I want you to be there.” 

She leans up, kissing my cheek, “Okay.” 

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We both stand there in the shower, letting the warm water hit us. I’m just trying to prevent her from getting her hair wet so she can worry about it in the morning. But being able just to hold her for a few extra minutes was perfect. 

She leaned back and looked at me. Her voice was quiet, “Do you want to know when I realized I loved you?” 

“Of course,” I say with a small laugh. 

She smiles at me, her arms sliding around my neck, ��Well, you know the one night that we went out together?” 

I laugh before saying, “Hun, we’ve done that a lot in the past year.”

“Oh, true,” she starts, giggling. “When we went on the unspoken date— we were still pretending we didn’t like each other that much.” 

“Yes, absolutely,” I laugh with her this time. “I was incredibly obsessed with you at that point, but yes, continue.”

Her face got a little red at my comment, but she finally told me, “When you were singing to me and making me dance with you— all I could think was how I could spend forever watching you just be happy like that.” 

“Forever’s a long time,” I whisper, my eyebrows raised at her with a little smile. 

She leans in close, whispering back, “Not long enough with you.” 

She is my wife; I’ll make sure of it. 

After spending a couple of minutes struggling to breathe while we made out, we were finally crawling back into bed. We lay there talking for a bit before she started to fall asleep. 

I can’t help but kiss the top of her head as she drifts off, mumbling into her, “I love you so much.” 

She looks up at me, her eyelids heavy, mumbling back, “I love you.” 

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Thanksgiving Day

Listening to the shower run and the random splashes from her washing her hair, I sneak into Josh’s room. Grabbing the package and quickly opening it. The small velvet box creaks as I open it. An oval cut diamond sparkles back at me, little clusters of diamonds sit on either side, and a dainty gold band. I hope she likes it. 

I’ve spent the last year watching her when we’re at stores where there’s jewelry or the occasional glance when I see her scrolling on her phone. She’s never been pushy about anything happening; granted, we just told each other, ‘I love you.’ But she is my little romantic lady, and I’ve watched her zoom in on ring posts, figuring out the things she likes.  I can’t wait to call her my wife one day. 

I wander back into my room, tucking it behind a few things on the shelf in my closet. Knowing she’s too small to get to it and chuckling to myself at the thought of her trying. 

The water shuts off, so I make my way to the bathroom to be a menace. Slowly opening the door, peeking in as she’s wrapping herself up with the towel. 

“Shit— I missed it.”

“Sorry, babes,” she sighs. “Gotta move quicker next time.” 

“I’ll wait,” I giggle. Watching her rub various products into her face. She keeps peeking over at me as I just lean against the counter. She’s so fucking beautiful. 

“Are you really just going to watch me get ready?” She asks through a laugh. 

I just nod at her, “What else could I be doing?” 

She steps over to me, giving me a kiss with a little grin on her face. 

“I’ll make you a deal.” 

My eyebrow pops up instantly, “I’m listening.”

“If you bring me a fresh cup of coffee, I’ll drop the towel,” she tells me with a little wink. 

My eyes widen at the proposition, and no words come out as I scramble to the kitchen to make her more coffee. I’ve never set up the coffee pot faster. 

Practically prancing back to the bathroom with coffee for both of us, holding hers out to her. I’m sure I look like a kid on Christmas, but when your girlfriend is as gorgeous as mine, it’s hard not to be excited. 

She takes it from me, sipping on it quickly, “Mmm.. thank you.” She tilts her head back with her lips already in a cute little pout, waiting for a kiss. I set my mug on the counter, cupping her jaw before kissing her. I feel the towel hit my feet, and the smile that creeps onto my face makes it hard to keep kissing her. 

“Have I told you that you’re the best?” I giggle against her lips. Backing up a little to take her in, I still get butterflies whenever I look at her. She looks at me through the mirror, my smirk selling me out before I can even ask her, “What if we just ditched my family and you stay like this instead?” 

“I think you’d like that a little too much,” she laughs as I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “Plus, your mom would never let you hear the end of it.”

“She already loves you. You don’t have to be on her side, you know?” 

“I’m just trying to save you from another sex lecture from her, baby,” she tells me, a shitty little smirk on her lips. I never should have told her about what my mom said; she’s teased me ever since because almost nothing is worse than to have your mom, of all people, talk to you about your sex life, especially as an adult.  

“Speaking of,” I start, knowing she’s going to yell at me for what I’m about to say. But it’s a little too fun to get her going. Fighting a smirk as I tell her, “If we sleep there, you’re gonna need to control yourself. I know it might be hard for you—“ 

“Excuse me?” She cuts me off. “You’re going to look at me right now and tell me that I have no self-control?” 

I let out a loud laugh as she stared at me. 

“Jake, be so serious,” trying to hold in her laugh, she rolls her eyes at me as she clips her hair up out of her way. 

“You’re right,” I tell her. “But, honey,” I move closer to her, sliding my hands around her waist, “How am I supposed to have self-control when you look like this?” Pressing a kiss into her shoulder. Letting my hands wander up, cupping her breasts and letting my thumbs run over her nipples lightly. 

Her head leans back against me, “Babe, you’re proving my point,” she whispers. She turns her face, kissing my cheek before looking back into the mirror to finish putting her makeup on. “Let me finish getting ready, and I’ll take care of you later, promise.” 

My eyes shoot up, and my hands drop to her hips. I hold them as I meet her stare in the mirror. I can see the red creep into my cheeks as she winks at me. 

“Char—“

“You’ll just have to stay quiet for me,” she says, immediately followed by her little giggle. 

My head drops back because I know I’m blushing hard at this point, “Oh, shut up.” I slap her ass as I move back to my spot, grabbing my coffee and sipping on it as she laughs at me. 

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After watching her eyes light up when she picks out what she wants me to wear. She insisted that we coordinate at least since it’s really the first holiday we’re spending together, and my mom is notorious for taking pictures of everyone throughout the day. 

She always looks good, but I can’t stop staring at her as we walk down to the car. In an oversized cream sweater with her tights and boots, she looks precious, especially so when she’s got her hand wrapped around my arm as we walk—opening her door for her and letting her get comfortable. I toss our bag into the back seat as I make my rounds to the driver’s side. 

Instinctually, I just hand my phone to her so she can pick music. It’s adorable how she tries to find songs that we both like, even though I don’t think I would question anything she puts on. 

Reaching over, she quickly slips her hand into mine. Spending the rest of the drive listening to whatever she picks and the little giggles that come out of her as she scrolls through things on her phone.

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“You ready for the chaos?” I whisper as I throw the car in park. 

She’s gotten more used to spending time with everyone, but adding my parents in is a different beast entirely. They all mean well; it’s just a lot of people with loud personalities.

She leans over to kiss me, whispering, “It’ll be fun.” 

I grab our stuff from the backseat, and as she comes around, I hold my hand out for her. Carefully walking up the dirt driveway, my parents are always choosing different Airbnbs to stay in, and this one is just in the woods this time. As we get up to the door, I turn around to look at her. 

“One more,” I mumble, leaning in to kiss her again. Her little smile against me made everything better. Knocking on the door behind me as I left a few small pecks on her lips. Hearing someone walking towards us, I pull away from her. The last thing I’m going to do is mildly embarrass her right away. 

“LOTTIE,” Quinn’s voice made me jump. 

They squeal and hug as if they don’t see each other almost every day, if not at least talking. They’ve become incredibly close over the past year, which probably doesn’t help that we’re all in the apartment often enough. 

“Which of my babies is that?” My mom’s voice carries from a different room. Waiting for her to come in, knowing exactly what’s going to happen. “Oh my goodness! Don’t you look so cute!” She pulls Char into a hug, and here we go. 

“Thank you,” Char’s sweet giggle laced it. “It already smells amazing in here.” 

“Oh, you’ll have to come see what I’m baking– actually, I may have you help me if you want,” Mom tells her, her eyebrows raised, knowing that Char isn’t going to say no to baking. 

“Ooooo! Yes, please!” 

We’ve been here for two minutes, and I’ve already lost her to my mom. This may be record timing. 

“Hi, Sweetheart, I didn’t forget about you,” Mom coos as she comes over to me, glancing at my outfit. “She dressed you, didn’t she?” 

I just nod, hugging her. Mumbling to her, “Where should I put our bag?” 

“Whichever room you want,” she tells me, “I’m just so happy you’re gonna stay the night.” Her hand patted my chest a few times.

I smile at her, “Of course.” She just looks at me, tucking my hair behind my ear before turning back to steal Char away. 

Wandering down the hall and choosing one of the rooms to throw our stuff in. Feeling a little insane as I just smile to myself, but every time we do something for the first time like this, it’s like I’m falling in love with her all over again.  

“Well, well, well,” Josh’s voice rings from behind me. 

I whip my head around, “Surprised you’re not out there with everyone?” 

“I was kicked out of the kitchen,” he tells me. “Apparently, they don’t agree with my ‘creative decisions’ or something.” Rolling his eyes as he folds his arms over his chest. “So, I’m going to force you to hang out with me instead.” 

“Ahh,” I let out, laughing quietly. “Just like when we were kids.” 

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We found ourselves sitting in the living room with our dad as the parade was starting on TV. Just catching up with him until we hear the front door open, knowing that it must be Sam. Listening to our mom holler through the house, “Is that my baby boy?” 

Josh and I look at each other from across the couch. He rolls his eyes, and I can’t fight the laugh that comes out. 

“I saw that,” our dad mumbles, a small smirk creeping onto his face. 

Josh, being who he is, shrugs dramatically and, with a sarcastic tone, lets out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Both of us giggled like children again. 

“You two aren’t as slick as you think,” he laughs. Groaning as he stands up from the couch, he gives my shoulder a squeeze as he walks past. 

It only takes a couple of minutes before he comes back to join us again, with Sam in tow this time. Sam plopping down near me, which is probably for the best at the rate this morning is going. Josh would probably be pestering him instantly. Our dad fell back into the spot he already had claimed. 

Spending the holiday all together was always nice, mostly because none of us were working, and we obviously didn’t get to see our parents all that often. Typically, Josh would get roped into helping our mom, but I think she’s really living her best life with Quinn, Willa, and Char in there instead. She’s always been outnumbered by us, so now we’ve all been told to keep out. 

Getting to spend time with our dad as an adult has been way more fun. He was usually the one in charge of telling us to ‘knock it off’ as kids and having to separate us when we were fighting. But now, we just get to enjoy hanging out with him and seeing him laugh at the stories we tell rather than have to lecture us. 

In the midst of a story from him, Quinn walks in, setting a tray of little snacks for us on the coffee table, pointing out one of them to Josh, but I couldn’t hear what they said because Char slid her hand over my chest from behind the couch. 

“Thought you might want this,” she says, handing me a hot cup of coffee. My head tilted back against the couch to see her as I carefully stole the mug from her. 

I just stare at her for a second, taking in how adorable she looks today, before mumbling back, “Thank you, hun.” She leans down, kissing my forehead before padding back off into the kitchen. My self-control really is low because I absolutely watched her walk away until she was completely out of sight. 

“You good over there, bud?” My dad taps my arm, bringing me back to reality as he chuckles to himself. 

My face heats up a little, but I just sip my coffee to try to hide it. 

“They’re always like that,” Sam chimes in, making a disgusted face at me. I flip him off as I take another sip of my coffee. 

“Samantha, I know you’re not talking,” Quinn says, making the rest of us laugh. “Don’t forget, I can hear you and Wills talking when you’re at our apartment.” 

His jaw drops slightly, just staring back at them. 

“Should I give examples?”

“Nope! I’d rather you didn’t!” 

Josh chimes in, “I personally think it’s cute how she has Jake wrapped around her finger.”

Our dad laughs as soon as it comes out, which makes me laugh. He isn’t wrong. Quinn kissed Josh’s cheek before prancing back off to the kitchen. 

“Hard not to be,” I mumble into my coffee mug. All I can think of is how she’s just the type of love I need in my life. She’s this incredibly independent woman, so confident in her career, and wildly intelligent— she blows my mind every day. But then she’ll come home to me on the weekends and melt into me, just wanting to be loved and so sweet. Or if I go to her and the bar has been overwhelming, she’s so gentle and takes care of me. 

The sound of Sam and Josh cackling brings me back while my dads mutters, “Oh, give him a break.” Probably good that I didn’t hear it. 

We all sat around as Dad updated us on how life outside of New England was. Telling us about all the little places they’ve found, their favorite restaurants, and the few friends they’ve finally made. 

“That’s great, Dad,” Sam chimes in. It feels like we’re all kids again, just hanging out with him; the thought alone makes my heart swell a little.

“You guys should come visit during the winter,” he tells us. “Get out of the cold for a few days.” 

I look over to him, “I’m sure we can plan something.” 

Hearing a fit of laughter coming from the other room, we all look at each other in silence. 

“That’s a scary sound,” Dad groans quietly, and we all giggle. “Everyone knows a secret about one of us now.” 

“Don’t say that.”

“Oh god.”

“No, no, no.”

He throws his head back in laughter, “Figured you boys would have learned at this point. Your mother loves to share secrets with anybody who will listen.” 

“Shit,” I let out under my breath. This isn’t the first time she’s been around Charlotte, but I’m usually right next to her, so the secrets have been kept to a minimum. I’m definitely fucked. 

Quickly distracted by the sound of little feet walking through the room, Iris runs straight over to Josh when she rounds the corner of the couch. He scoops her up in a hug, her little laugh making all of us smile. 

“I should have known that’s where she was going,” Danny’s voice cuts through the laughter, joining Josh and Iris on the other side of the couch. 

My dad has always loved him, well— both of my parents do. But he has an open invitation to every holiday that my parents decide to host. I think they like that he has Mel and Iris now, especially since none of their actual children are going to be giving them grandkids anytime soon. 

They’re mid-conversation when Sam abruptly jumps up, walks to the hall, and yells, “Mom! Santa is almost here!” Coming back to the couch, our dad shot him a wink.  

“Thank you, Sammy,” Mom lets out loudly as she scurries into the room, leaning on the back of the couch behind Dad. Everyone follows her in; Willa is plopping down next to Sam, and Quinn is sitting on the floor below Josh. There she is.

“Hey you,” I whisper as Char sneaks over to me, tucking herself close to me as we watch Mel tell Iris to look for Santa. My arm tugged her as close as I could because I knew I was only getting her for a couple of minutes. 

“Is this a thing?” She whispers in my ear. 

I nod, turning my face to whisper back. “My mom always makes sure that she comes in to watch Santa show up because we would get so excited when we were little. So now, we always make sure to get her before, and she always cries when he shows up.” 

Her little smile when she lets out a little “aw” before looking over to my parents. My mom’s arms are slung around my dad’s neck, and he has one hand covering hers. Her eyes already teared up at just the glimpse of Santa and Mrs Claus, but the tears finally fell when Iris jumped out of Josh’s arms, pointing to the TV. 

“Oh, what a sweet little thing,” Mom lets out quietly. 

I pull Char’s legs over mine, keeping my hand on her thigh. I want to just keep her to myself now. The urge to keep her trapped only got worse when she leaned her head against me. 

Before I knew it, chaos ensued yet again. My mom stole my girlfriend from me, not before I snuck about eighteen “one more” kisses on her��� despite being told to get a room. 

Somehow, we all got roped into a game, or a handful of rounds, of hide and seek with Iris, proving that we are still just children. 

All of us laugh as we run around this house, trying to find places to hide that aren’t too hard for her to figure out. The only downside was dependent on who she found first. Unfortunately, Sam only plays to win, so if she found him first, we were all screwed; he would be holding her on his hip as he did all the leg work for her, making a scene when he’d find us, which made her belly laugh every time.  

We spent a few hours entertaining her when my mom finally announced that the food was basically ready. I wander into the kitchen to grab a drink, but I am sidetracked when I sneak behind Charlotte, sliding my arms around her. 

“Hi, baby,” she giggles quietly. 

I snuggle my face into her neck for a second, whispering, “I’ve missed you all day.” 

“I’ll be all yours soon enough.” 

I press a kiss to her cheek before letting go, asking, “What do you want to drink? I’ll bring it in there for you.” 

A collective ‘aw’ rings through the room, and I can feel my face heat up a little. At least they think it’s cute; I’ve just been bullied all day. I poured some of the wine from the fridge into her and grabbed a glass for myself. Going out of my way to give her a kiss, feeling her grab my ass as I turn to join the rest of the boys. I whipped my head to look at her, and she just smirked at me. She subtly blew me a kiss. She’s lucky she’s cute. 

Everyone slowly joins the table, taking turns grabbing food. There are at least fourteen conversations happening at once, but somehow, it’s not overwhelming. Char is sitting to my left, my hand finding comfort on her leg every so often. The conversations varied throughout the meal from everybody focused on Mom telling a story, likely about us as kids or just tapering off into a million different ones. Feeling her hand grab mine once she was done eating, she just mindlessly played with the rings I had on as we sat there. 

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After dinner was done, Mom insisted that none of the kids help with dishes but get into comfy clothes so we could watch Christmas movies together. We all say our goodbyes to Danny, Mel, and Iris since they have more families to visit. 

 I lay on our bed, watching her change into my sweatshirt and some leggings. She looks up at me, giggling as she pulls on some fuzzy socks, “they’re extra comfy,” she told me when she packed them this morning. 

“You ready, honey?” I ask as she sits on the bed with me. 

She lays back, throws her leg over my hips, and plants a kiss on me. Letting out a quiet “Almost.” She snuggles herself into me for a minute, which I won’t complain about. My hand squeezed her thigh a few times. 

“Comfortable?” 

She nods her head against me, “I’ve barely seen you today. Feels weird.” 

“I’m glad you had fun with my mom, at least.” 

She lets out a little laugh, propping herself up on her elbow before telling me, “She told me a little secret about you.” 

“Did she?” 

Her smile is wide as she stares at me, “Mhmm,” she hums. 

“Why do I feel like I know what it is..?” I mumble, squinting my eyes at her. 

Her sweet little laugh sneaks out, “Well.. something about you always crying over having to wash your pirate jammies?” Of course.

“Come on, if we don’t get up now, I’m never gonna go,” I tell her, patting her butt a couple of times. Why does she have to tell everybody that? 

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed!” She hangs on me as I sit up. “It's cute, baby!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” I roll my eyes at her, fighting a smile. “I’m sure she’s ready to spill all my secrets to you.” 

Her lips land on my cheek as she giggles at me, her hand holding the other side of my face. She whispers, “I’ll tell you my secrets later if you want.” 

Jesus Christ. I can feel my heart rate pick up, quickly spitting out, “Alright, you. Let’s go.” 

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We make our way out to the living room, claiming the corner of the couch that I’d been in all morning. I give her the actual corner of the couch and just pull the coffee table closer so I can prop my feet up on there. 

It’s not long before everybody else is coming in and getting comfortable. Sam and Willa steal the other corner since his legs are too long to be banished to the end of the couch. My parents sat between us, mom closer to me. 

Josh and Quinn curl up together at Char’s feet, just propping cushions up so they don’t squish her. Dad shuts off the big lights, just letting the little lamps try to light up this room. 

My mom changed it to The Grinch, and the tradition continued as we all curled up with our own blankets.

I feel Char adjust so she’s cuddled up on my chest, my arm wrapped around her to keep her close. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head without thought. My mom’s hand grazes mine, making me look over at her. She holds my hand for a second as we just stare at each other, giving my hand a few squeezes before she leans into Dad. 

And there we all sat, laughing at the movie like we do every year. Finally, feeling complete as the love of my life giggles against me while I’m surrounded by my family. It feels like nothing could get better at the moment until she tilts her head up, kisses my cheek, and whispers, “I love you.” 

I glance down at her, giving her a quiet kiss, hoping to not out us to the rest of the room. She just stares up at me, the green of her eyes hardly visible in the dim glow of the TV. But the butterflies still erupt inside me when she looks at me like that. I can’t believe I get to spend forever with her. Slowly blinking at her, I just take her in.

Finally, whispering back, “I love you, honey.” 

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Chapter Twenty-Five

FDOG Master Post | Masterlist | Playlist

Sam & Willa : Sparrow Of The Dawn

Josh & Quinn : Amongst The Stars

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Hello! I'm writing a wattpad fanfic about Katsuki Bakugou x female reader. the fic is called arachnoid 🥹 and theres currently only about 15-16 parts. right now, im writing about the sports festival and i already have a good idea of what im going to do for the internships. but to give you a better idea of what the fic is about ill give a little summary for you 🖤🕷️

Starting off with your quirk!!

Your quirk is basically like spiderman 2099 & miles morales combined snd some extra powers i added. If you don't know them from atsv, ill give you a quick rundown of some of the abilities they have !!

So starting off with some basic spiderman powers. Peter parker has the ability to generate webs from his wrists, and so do you. But in the story, theres a little twist. You can obviously swing around and hold massive amounts of weight, but you can also form objects with a lot of firmly packed webs. It takes a lot of energy out of you though.

Spiderman also has the skill of sticking to walls and ceilings. Or just any surface that gravity doesnt allow the normal human being to stay upright on. So of course you have that included with your quirk !!

Let's not forget about the spidey sense. Spidey sense is basically just a 6th sense for telling if danger is near, and where it is coming from. But in my fic, when youre either overwhelmed and worked up or really focused on something, your brain kind of turns off the ability to sense danger. But farther into the story you'll be able to multitask.

Okay moving onto the powers you have that are similar to Miles Morales! So we know that he can turn camouflage or turn invisible, and that he has electricity powers. Now you might not have the electricity ability he has, but if you hold your breath, you can turn invisible snd camouflage into any surface.

Okay couple more things about the benefits of your quirk im pretty sure. Venom immobilization. I added the power to immobilize an opponent by protracting your fangs and emitting an immobilizing venom into someone. Yes you have to bite them for it to work, and yes it can be inconvenient. 😭

Next is how you can generate 6 extra limbs and 6 extra eyes, giving you 8 of each. So like an actual spider, you have the skill to grow six extra arms out of your shoulder blades like Shoji :) (he's such a sweetheart i love him) but also you can grow 8 eyes to enhance your range if vision and also the ability of night vision, since spiders are mainly nocturnal.

Okay i think thats it for your quirk but now its time for backstory !!

Basically the fic stated that you have an identical twin brother, Koji L/n, and both parents present. It starts off with it being the day of your brother's birthday party. Your neighbors down the street, The Bakugou family, show up to introduce themselves.

Shortly after the party ended, your brother Koji went missing, then was pronounced deceased and left a cold case. Your mother thought another baby would be enough to distract her from the loss of her child. It ended up adding more pressure onto her so she left.

You were forced into growing up too fast having to raise your little sister to the best of your ability as your dad slowly turned into a deadbeat. As you were about to finish your last year of middle school, a biy introduced himself to you and he ended up being your boyfriend for a short amount of time.

He scarred and traumatized you for life and you promised yourself to not show vulnerability and naivety towards anyone ever again, until a special someone weaseled back into your life.

Hopefully you like this story as it continues on! The link unfortunately isnt working for me, or maybe im just stupid. But my user on wattpad is 'astervoiid' and the fic is called 'Arachnoid || K.B. x reader'

Thanks so much for reading! Posting this in hopes it gets more reads and plot suggestions! Have a good day xx 🖤🕷️🕸️

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Look….more mommy hwa and more answered asks about Christopher being possessive and freaky…

I needed this thank you 🥹

Today is very very hard and I’m feeling a lot of hard feelings and life rn so overwhelming and confusing. I’m the type of person who’s got a hard shell but it’s made of like bulletproof armor on the outside but I’m v gooey and sensitive inside. I didn’t realize I needed some good brainrot inducing delulu soup to distract me so 🤌🏻 thank you

CW: WHORNY AF HARD THOTS AND DELULU SOUP

So Christopher *sigh* idk what I want to ask just my aqua sun6h/Scorpio moon3h/Leo rising/aqua Mercury 7h/sag Venus5h/Leo mars1h ass is like…………

Imagine him like soft dom but so so so into like corruption but not necessarily always meaning inexperienced partner, but maybe inexperienced in all the kinks and little taboos. I read him as wanting to break someone who’s normally very strong minded and kept together and so like very much Brat Tamer I guess. Like after he makes you cum on his mouth and then on his fingers, he wants to degrade you in the gentlest way and praise you, his voice saccharine, while he manhandles you and fucks you hard. You’re cock drunk and starting to cry a little from how good it feels and from the overstimulation. The type to make you tell him out loud what you want and where you want him and that you don’t want him to stop and make you beg him to cum and tell him how good he feels and that only he does that to you bc he’s possessive and he’s got an ego and needs you to need him in every way possible.

something about him and his Gemini rising tells me he might be good with his hands ~that might be my hand kink tho clouding my judgement(Gemini Lilith 😅) ~ *cough*cough*

ANYWAYS

He wants to break you open and make sure you can be that vulnerable and submissive to him and him only, also to know you at a very deep level. Whether you get to know him at that deep of a level is another story and depends on how deep he is in his fuckboy ways. He wants you a lady in the streets and HIS freak in the sheets. But he totally wants to corrupt you and his sag mars: he wants to try new shit with you and be adventurous and explore new kinks etc etc.

Every break down of this man’s chart has me like “oh yes pls, 😊. yes ma’am I’ll take one, where do I purchase this?”

And everyone’s like he’s this and that and potentially toxic in these ways and idk if I’m enamored by his Libra charm or what but I’m like “I can handle him, the question is actually ‘Can he handle me?’” and it’s very delulu but also I think that thought is kinda true. (hypothetically and astrologically speaking) In my little brainrot soup for the night 🥰

I can’t even begin on mommy Hwa and the gooey lovey mess he turns my brain into. Something about him is so tender but also like so so so so so freaky but like gentle but so fucking kinky? Idk that man + mommy kink + body worship + needy/clingy doms is so so so good. You’re one of my fav fic writers, and my fav mommy hwa enthusiast. Thank you for serving and thank you for your brain and thank you for the distraction on a hard day like today 🖤

Much appreciate, have a lovely rest of your week, and as always cool pillow on both sides for you!

I CANT PUT PICS IN ANONYMOUS ASKS WTF…. Fuck it I’ll go off anon for this

This is 🖤Anon on my side blog/lurk account 😅

I am ending tonight's 2 hour post of going through my asks with this absolute banger of an ask from @youre-alittle-taste-of-hell and also hi Izzy!

I'm Ruby! It's nice meeting you *hugs*

I understand how life can feeling overwhelming and frustrating when things don't go you way. I am also a golden retriever disguised as a black cat and us fire placements want love and care too.

I hope things get better for you <3

Imagine him like soft dom but so so so into like corruption but not necessarily always meaning inexperienced partner, but maybe inexperienced in all the kinks and little taboos.

This section has me feeling shit at 10:33 pm on a Tuesday afternoon while watching Chris D'Elia 'Man On Fire' on Netflix.

I just love how Bang Chan stans have silently agreed that Chan's corruption kink is fucking massive and do we have any physical evidence?

No-

But with his massive caregiver complex and Daddy kink, it kinda goes hand in hand.

I can just imagine that paragraph so vividly just him covered in sweat, his black hair sticking to the sides of his face and his mouth all shiny with spit and your cum just smirking at how fucked out you are, your eyes are beginning to cross and there's drool against the pillow.

'Don't black out on me yet baby girl, mmmh? Daddy still needs to cum'

OR...OR!!!

You're crying and sobbing against the pillow because he's edged you within an inch of your breath and the pressure is so tight it HURTS and your legs are spasming and face contorted with need as you just beg your pretty heart out.

'Please, I can't take it anymore, please make me cum, I'll do anything, please Daddy i just need it'

And then he would hover over you, wipe the drool from your mouth and press gentle kisses across your face as he pushes himself into you.

'See, that wasn't so hard wasn't it? Daddy will always reward my baby girl when she asks for something yeah?'

I also don't know how ppl enjoy being edged so severely man, I would tap out after 20 mins.

Overstimulation all the way for me.

Yeah, his Gemini Rising means he would be an exceptional kisser and great with his fingers.

His Libra stellium also means he has amazing stroke game but moving back to the kissing.

I feel like he would be a messy kisser (in a good way) like the loud smacking noises, drool and spit, definitely makes little sighs and noises of satisfaction in between kisses.

When Chan leaves his fuckboi era, sex would be incredibly emotionally intimate because he loves and adores how he sees you in a way no one does.

I have this thought that sex with Bang Chan could be so intimate, you would both end up crying and not in a dacryphilia way but in a 'i fucking love you so much and it's so emotional' way.

As much as Bang Chan likes fucking, he enjoys making love more.

And here's the thing right, Bang Chan's frontal lobe has developed so he doesn't even has the neurological excuse of 'well his brain is not fully developed yet' because NOW IT IS.

Also, your placements are low-key intimidating because wow, they are powerful.

I think Bang Chan would like the challenge of being able to handle you.

Seonghwa is definitely freaky and kinky and is very hardcore, he likes it hard, he likes it rough, he prefers a jackhammering pace (which is a bit of an ick of me because that doesn't sound enjoyable but okay).

I think the reason why jackhammering gives me an ick is because rough and fast doesn't always mean good okay?

I think a slow but deep and firm pace is better because you can get a better angle and hit the right spot every time.

But I also understand that some ppl like being treated like a battering ram during sex and that is also okay.

He would give you brilliant aftercare and reassurance though and that's what matters.

Thank you for the thirst my sweet, I will gobble this up and use this as my fantasy thoughts for sleep tonight.

Yum yum.

[joonggphilia]

Can i request felix x male reader who looks like a cat?nsfw or sfw , anything you are comfortable with!

(sorry my English is so bad🥹)

🤍🖤Kitty Love🖤🤍

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Pairing: Felix x Male reader Genre: Fluff, Smut Cw: licking, Grinding, Use of the nickname Kitten, Felix is madly in love with reader, and he loves his cat features <3 A/n: Thanks for the request anon! I twisted it a little bit with the cat part because it reminds me of a bl I watched with a cat concept. I was apprehensive writing about animal features on someone, but actually had more fun with this fic than I thought I would!

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Felix absolutely adored his boyfriend, M/n. He loved his voice, personality, the way his body scrunches up when he laughs, and Felix loved M/n’s face. M/n had a cat-like face, fierce, yet gentle eyes. He had this grin that only someone Cheshire could have. Today was the day that these two always had to themselves, so they made the most of it! “M/n, we need more grocery’s! Let’s go get some together. I’ll buy you anything you want!” Felix called to his darling, that was in the other room. “Of course! Let’s head out.” Said M/n as he came into the kitchen and embraced Felix. M/n nuzzled his head into Felix’s chest. If he could, he would be purring.

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The two finished shopping and even went out to eat with Han and Minho. When they got home they didn’t even put all their groceries away, before they plopped down onto the couch. Felix grabbed m/n and held him to his chest. “Kitten, I love you.” M/n held onto Felix tighter, hearing the sweet words. “I love you too, Felix.” He reciprocated. “I wanna try something.” Felix sat up, and that’s when M/n noticed the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He looked him in the eyes and nodded, that Cheshire grin forming on his face. Felix ran into the kitchen and grabbed a small box. “I got this at the store. I hope you like it.” M/n opened the box to find clip on ears and a bell necklace. With no words m/n slipped on the necklace and ears, watching for Felix’s reaction. Felix just sat back onto the arm rest of the couch and watched M/n with an unreadable glare. “Felix, I know you like it. You don’t have to tell, Your little friend is.” M/n said giggling and crawling towards Felix. M/n slid Felix’s shirt off, eyes lighting up at the sight off his abs. He moved to a place on Felix’s lap and began to lick up and down his torso. Felix usually let M/n have his way when things get heated. He wants M/n to feel good, so he lets him do what he wants. Felix groaned loudly at the feeling of M/n nipping and sucking at all of his sensitive places. “Kitten, let me help you now.” He said as he repositioned them. Felix started rubbing his bulge against M/n’s causing him to mewl at the friction. The two could literally come undone just grinding against each other’s heat. It felt strangely romantic to them, maybe it was the closeness. M/n was close to wetting his pants with cum, he legs shaking underneath him. That’s when Felix pulled away and rang the bell that was on M/n. “I wanna go a little further today, Kitten. This isn’t how I wanna make you feel good.” He picked M/n up and carried him to their bedroom. He stripped him and M/n of the rest of their clothing. “I’m gonna start ok?” Felix asked, making sure M/n was comfortable. “Ok, I love you.” M/n whispered. Felix inserted a finger, then two. The way he curled his finger drove M/n crazy, his bell ringing because of his shaking body. “You’re so cute Kitten. Coming undone just by my fingers.” Felix laughed, adding in two more. “I’m ready now. I want you” M/n whimpered. “You want me?” Felix said pulling his fingers out, causing m/n to mumble at the emptiness. “I want you inside of me, Felix, Please.” He begged. At this Felix nodded and turned M/n back around. He slowly inserted his dick into M/n’s pink hole. “It fits like a glove, kitten.” Felix said, rubbing m/n’s back to distract him from the stretch. “You can move now” M/n managed. Felix thrusted into him at the perfect pace, hitting that special spot each time. It didn’t take M/n long till he was cumming all over the bed. Felix came inside of m/n, painting his walls white. “You’re so good for me Kitten.” Felix spoke, pulling out and lying next to M/n. “Anything for you.” M/n joked, ringing his bell. They both got up and jumped into the shower. Eventually putting the groceries away and going to bed.

[mrs-snape5984]

“If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

“All that I am. All that I ever was. Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see…” (“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol)

This unexpected gift from my sweet friend @severus-snaps reached me some nights ago. I found myself drowning in self-pity…feeling feverish, exhausted and anxious again. Having taken the wrong kinds of opioids, which seemed to have a party in my empty stomach, I’ve tried to distract myself from my nausea by watching old episodes of my all time favourite comfort show Grey’s Anatomy.

While I suffered together with Christina Yang, who was screaming for sedation - a wish, that I could understand all too well - my friend C. (I don’t know, if you’re okay with sharing your real name, so please take my apologies for the use of your initial letter. 😅) reached out to me.

We chatted for a little while about Grey’s Anatomy, which helped me a lot to get calmer in that moment. Suddenly, we started joking about a Sevy and Jules AU, which would take place at the Seattle Grace Hospital with Dr. Severus Snape - also known as “McGrumpy” (no, not McGreasy! 😂) - and Jules as a surgical intern.

Some hours later, I found this lovely artwork of Severus and my OC Jules in their scrubs in my postbox. My dear C., you can’t imagine how widely I smiled, when I saw this masterpiece! You said, you’re not good at comforting people, but I have to contradict you in this case. Our little chat about - as silly as it might have been - was exactly, what I’ve needed in that horrible night. And your drawing in the next morning was the cherry on top, my friend! Words can’t express how grateful I am for your kind gesture! Feel hugged and thank you for everything! 🥹🫂

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[jahayla-parker]

Premiere Pride : Freddy Carter x Reader SMAU

Descr: Social media AU of Freddy’s girlfriend attending the S&B Season 2 Premiere. Fluff

Warnings: flirting, and Freddy’s gorgeousness might melt your phones, otherwise it’s all just fluff. 💜

Freddy’s Story

Y/N’s Story

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yourusername: Freddy, I’m so insanely proud of you! You more than deserve everything you are getting to experience tonight ❤️ #sabseason2premiere

Photo credit: @/benbarnes

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freddycarter1: truly honored to have you on my arm tonight darling 😘 thank you for always supporting me xxx

kittheyounger: wonder what could cause that smoulder 🤔 x

freddycarter1: the sight in front of me was too beautiful 🤷‍♂️

yourusername: 🥹❤️

lbardugo: thank you Freddy for being our Kazzle Dazzle 🖤

shadowandbone: he’s a star 🤩

benbarnes: you know I took this photo cause he was checking you out, right? 😂😉

yourusername: I didn’t until I saw Kit and Freddy’s comments 🥹 but he’s so pretty, I love that smile ❤️

freddycarter1: it’s all yours darling xxx

Freddy’s Story

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yourusername: I’ll never get enough of these two! In case you hadn’t noticed, tonight I’m tagging along with my beautiful best friend and my beautiful boyfriend while they walk the red carpet for the S&B season 2 premiere! I’m so v proud; love you both sm!😘

p.s. full disclosure, the carpet is actually black 🤫

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freddycarter1: another great photo taken by my beautiful girlfriend 😘

daniellegalligan_: babe, ilysm! ❤️

yourusername: I love you more D🥰

daniellegalligan_: more than Freddy? 👀

yourusername: Danniiii, let’s not do this, hmm?😂

freddycarter1: that’s a no 😏

yourusername: Freddyyy, that was not a no🙄

daniellegalligan_: so it’s a yes? 😏

yourusername: I didn’t say that either 🙄

freddycarter1: it was a yes or no question sweetheart x 🤔

daniellegalligan_: yeah, so, what’s the answer?👀❤️

yourusername: I changed my mind, I hate you both 😒

sabcrows: i think your friendship with Dani while dating Freddy really helped them form that on screen sibling-like rivalry bond their characters have 🙂

yourusername: As much as I’d like up take the credit for such an amazing thing, they’re both phenomenal at their jobs; what you’re seeing in Nina and Kaz’s dynamic is all due to raw talent from these two 🤗

shadowandbone: classy 😊

Y/N’s Story

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yourusername: eternally proud of everyone on that stage, you all look great and this season is unreal 🤩❤️ honored to be here to witness this!

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freddycarter1: no one else I’d rather have as my guest tonight 😘

daniellegalligan_: so glad you could make it xxx

kittheyounger: Season 2, let’s go! 🙌

amitasuman_: ❤️ thank you for helping me with my wardrobe snafu

yourusername: I’ve got you girl, always 🥰

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freddycarter1: cheesing the night away 🖤

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yourusername: that smile 😍 (also, KANEJ!)

freddycarter1: 🥹 xx

netflix: the crows and their creator ✨

lbardugo: my little family ❤️

benbarnes: looking good everyone! 🖤

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shadowandbone: Freddy answers some questions on the carpet of the season 2 premiere!

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yourusername: My brunch boy x 🧇

freddycarter1: ❤️

benbarnes: how long did it take you to actually hear his answers? I could hear you playing the clip like 8 times 😂

yourusername: I was a bit distracted..😍 can you really blame me? 🤷‍♀️

freddycarter1: 😂 you’re insane, ily xxx

kittheyounger: Freddy is the King of brunch

jacktwolfe: 🥰

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[fangirlstorycreator]

Hello! 🖤 I was wondering if you could write about CK Terry meeting a young woman at a gala event or something, she's a server/waitress, making sure guests have food and drink and her smile catches Terry's eye. She plays hard to get, teases etc, he loves it & things get a little steamy in a back room and then live happily ever after? 🥹 Terry deserves loovveeeee. Lol.

Absolutely I can do that for you 😁 Thank you for sending me this 💚 my apologies for the delay too 🤦‍♀️💚

Contains: s#xual content, s#xual intercourse

It was going to be a very busy night, you had been asked to come in a lot earlier because of the gala event. There was going to be too many people to count, and lots of them were going to be rich people. You were one of those people who thinks that just because someone has more money, they shouldn't just get more respect. Everyone is equal, it's about who you are and not what your bank account says, unfortunately, your bank account looks like it should have spider webs around it with how little you get paid. But if it got you a roof over your head and food in your belly, that's all you can ask for. You had an allowance given to you for your uniform, but that was all spent on it, you had to wear very specific outfits for your work, and you had to look your best, hence why whenever you weren't working, jogging bottoms and hoodies were like a best friend. To be fair, your work clothes weren't all bad, they did make you look very stylish. And you couldn't help but take a quick picture as you were sat down on your fluffy carpet infront of the mirror, doing your makeup before heading to work that evening.

It was all normal for your work night, lots of people were there, you were handing out glasses of champagne and little plates of caviar and small posh snacks. Everything was perfectly normal, and to be honest, it was nice to have something distract you. You had recently broken up with your boyfriend because he had slept with someone else behind your back, you did however leave a rather tender bruise on his...cough cough...well, what else would happen if you kicked a man inbetween his legs. Anyway, you had been so down about him recently, and it made you feel so miserable, tonight was actually the first time in weeks where he wasnt the first thing on your mind. You headed back into the kitchen and handed the empty platter to the chef, waiting for him to bring you back another one, when your friend Julie came in and did the same thing. "Hi Glen, another plate if you could please. Hey Y/N, you getting some more too?" "Yeh, they are really enjoying the canapes out there tonight" "Oh I know, hey...did you see that guy in the blue suit by the upstairs lounge? Dayum! He's fine!" "Julie! I never expected you to go for someone while at work" "Well the nights young, and so am I! You know I love a man with a gorgeous smile" "Yeh...yeh you do" "Oh Y/N what's with the glum face? Are you still thinking about Declan? You shouldn't waist your time moping about him"

"I'm not, for once I'm actualy not. I just wish I had your enthusiasm. I wish I could just see a hot guy and think (yeh, I wouldn't mind having a wild night)" "You can! You just have to find someone who can get those juices flowing!" "Julie!" "All I'm saying is when your back out there, don't be afraid to check some guys out. Your young, your gorgeous, any guy would love to have you. And you never know...you may get lucky while hear at work. I won't lie, I've been in that position a few times while in work" "Really?! Wait with who?!" "You remember the guy last month who wore that gold plated Rolex?" "Oh my god him! Julie he was like 70!" "So what? Age is just a number...and just between you and me...older men know how to do foreplay..." "I think it's about time you get back to work now don't you think Julie?" You ask her with a smile as her plate is handed back to her. "Alright, but just remember what I said. The nights young Y/N..." The chef hands you your plate, and you shake your head in disbelief after everything she said as you head back out into the hall. But she did have a point though, why not let loose and have some fun? Your 27 and you haven't done things like that before, maybe it was worth a try? But only with a guy you found attractive, not an asshole guy like your ex Declan.

You started to walk around all the people in the hall, they would take a piece of food, but not even agnowlege your existence, you were used to it, but you still didn't like it. It costs nothing to be polite. There was this gaggle of posh woman walking towards you, not even acknowledging you, and they just push you as they storm past you, causing you to stumble to the floor and land on your knee. Luckily you had an empty plate, but your knee was hurting. The women looked back at you and just laughed as they walked away, leaving you frustrated and trying to gather yourself and get up. You are about to grab the platter, when another hand gets it first, a hand that belonged to a man who was kneeling down infront of you. He takes the platter, and then his other hand reaches out to you, like he was trying to help you up. Your eyes look up and see this man, he looked shocked about what happened to you. He had this kind face, gentle eyes and his hand was so careful with you as he helps you back to your feet.

"Are you alright miss? Those ladies shouldn't have done that to you" "It's fine, it's not the end of the world" "That's not the point, your working hard at your job and you shouldn't have to deal with that" "Honestly sir it's fine, it's not like this is the first time something like that's happened"

"Really? You shouldn't have to deal with that, who's your boss? They should know" "Honestly sir, there's no need to worry" "There's no need to call me sir, my name is Terry Silver" He says with a smile and holds his hand out to shake yours. You graciously accept. "My name is Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you" There was this spark as you shook his hand, his hand was enormous as it held yours, but it was also surprisingly soft. His eyes speak to you in a way you hadn't felt before, like he wasn't like the rest of these rich people, like he wasn't one of them somehow. You just brush yourself down and you accidentally brush past your knee. "Hhsss" "Are you alright? You did look like you landed on your knee when you fell" "I'm sure it's nothing serious, no need to worry. I'm sorry, it was very nice to meet you Mr Silver-" "Terry, please" "Ok, Terry. But I really have to get back to work, and I need a clean platter from the kitchen too, I'm sorry to have bothered you" And just like that, you slipped away and towards the kitchen before you could embarrass yourself anymore than what you already have done. Entering the kitchen, your knee was really hurting, so you sit down on one of the spare chairs in the corner to check it over.

You pull your trouser leg up and see that your knee had swollen and is completely purple, you had landed on it pretty hard, having all your weight fall onto it when you were pushed, seemed to have given you soft tissue damage. This was going to take a long time to get back to normal, the last time you had soft tissue damage like this, you couldn't lean on anything without tremendous pain for nearly 6 months. "Oh Y/N! What the hell happened?!" Julie asked as she put her platter down and knelt beside you. "It's fine, I just fell" "Fell?! This doesn't look like you just fell" "Alright don't shout, but it was those ladies ok. They didn't care I was infront of them and they just pushed me, I fell on my knee and this happened. But I'll be fine" "Fine? Tell that to the purple leg!" "It's just the knee, not the leg" "It's the same thing!" Just as Julie and you were talking, your boss walks into the kitchen, holding a first aid kit. "Y/N? Ah there you are" "Joel? Why do you have a first aid kit?" "Someone in the hall pulled me aside and told me about seeing you getting pushed down by miss Klein and her friends. He said you were in pain and I should make sure your oh-oh sh#t! Your knee! Is this what they did?" "Look Joel, it's not that bad. There's no need for a first aid kit. I'll just need an ice pack" "Alright, I'll get you one tnen"

Joel was a good boss to you, you helped him meet his now fiancee Andy years ago, and he was always supportive to his work colleagues. But you didn't want to worry him. He brought back an ice pack and you kept it on your knee while keeping your leg raised on another chair. "Right, your having a break now Y/N. Keep that ice pack on and I'll come and check on you after your break. When I come back, we'll discuss if your comfortable working tonight, if not, we'll sort something out" "Alright Joel, thank you" Julie and Joel went out and carried on while you kept your knee up and iced, later on, Joel came back and you told him that as long as you weren't going up and down on the big stairs, you'll be happy to go back out and work. He was sceptical, but if you were happy doing that, he let you give it a go. You went back out and carried on with the rest of your shift, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel at the front entrance with miss Klein and her friends. They look furious, but they storm out. You wonder what Joel was saying to them that's upset them like that. You were hoping it wasn't because of you. You headed out to the balcony as a young lady had waved you over in hopes of getting some canapes, once you gave her some, you felt a warm hand on your shoulder behind you. You turn to see that it was Terry Silver.

"Hello again Y/N, how is your knee? Did your boss help you out?" "It was you wasn't it? You told my boss about what happened" "Guilty, but I couldn't just allow you to deal with that on your own. Did he help you?" "Well...thank you. Yes, he did, the first aid kit wasn't necessary though, just an ice pack. I think it's just soft tissue damage" "Soft tissue damage? Ouch, that's painful. I've had the before in my upper thigh once while training in kang su do" "Oh? Are you a sensei?" "Yes I am, I'm actually the owner of Cobra Kai. I've recently opened it in the valley, and I'm in hopes of making more in the future" "That's a great career to have, is that why your hear tonight?" "That's right, I've actualy donated some of my money to help towards this event tonight" "That's very kind of you, and that was a sweet thing you did when you spoke to my boss...thank you" "Your very welcome, it's not fair for a beautiful young woman to deal with what you've had to deal with" You can't help but blush a little, that just made Terry smile at you. "I have to say though, I am a little confused as to why you did that" "What do you mean?" "Well, your a rich man who is at a party for many other rich people. I'm just a little confused as to why you'd go out of your way to support me, the help" "Just because I have money doesn't mean I'm like the rest of them in there. It costs nothing to be polite to people" You were a little shocked after he said that, considering that you thought the exact same thing that very evening, was he reading your mind? Was there a spark hear for a reason?

Julie was standing a fair distance behind Terry and she could see I was enjoying talking to him. But Julie was one of those playful people who loved to wind you up. She was pointing to Terry and you, and wrapping her arms around her and pretending to kiss by pressing her lips together. You gave her a look to say "stop it!" But she didn't stop. Then she held her hand next to her lips, like she was holding something, then she moved her tounge against the inside of her cheek as her hand moved, miming a bl#wjob whole still pointing at Terry. She was so bad! She managed to turn away just as Terry turned around to see what you were looking at. "Was your friend talking to you or something?" "Yeh, or something. She was just being stupid that's all" "Ah ok...listen...are you going to be alright working for the rest of this evening?" "Yeh of course, as long as I'm not on my knees I'm fine (giggle)" "Ah....well I'm sure a gentleman wouldn't make you do that with that knee..." He said with a charming smile, did he really just say that?

Julie overheard that and she looked excited and put both her thumbs up in an enthusiastic way. You blush and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yes, well cough cough...I should really head back to work now" "Alright....just so you know Y/N....if you are in need of any....pain relief....I do believe the back room with the pool table is unavailable to anyone this evening" Was he seriously saying what you thought he was saying?!

"That's uhh-I've got to go" You slipped past him and went straight towards the kitchen once more closely followed by and excited looking Julie. You enter the kitchen and lean against the kitchen side, trying to think through what just happend. "Y/N! He is soooo into you!" "Shut up Julie!" "Oh come on! It's so obvious! He's hot! He likes you, your attracted to him, go for it!" "How would you know weather I'm attracted to him Julie?" "If you didn't, you wouldn't have got yourself all flustered around him! Y/N your free and single! Are you going to take him up on his offer?" "I knew you were listening!" "Because he's into you! What's stopping you?" "What's stopping me?! Julie you know I'm not the kind of woman who will sleep with a guy I've only just spoken too, all I know is his name!" "And that he is helpful when you needed it, he was kind to you, he listened to you, he made sure you were ok by relaying the situation onto Joel. And that little comment about a gentleman not making you get on your knees! And suggesting the backroom with the pool table! Girl he wants you!" "Alright alright! Look...I can't say I'm not tempted...but this isn't something I've done before. I've never had a so called one night stand with a random guy. I wouldn't even know how to go about it" "It's simple, just slip into the back room, f#ck him and tell me all the juicy details!" "Oh Julie, really?" "What? I can see he's hot, even for his age"

"Ok, say I was to go and sleep with a random guy. Wouldn't that be a bad thing?" "Of course not! Your single, he's single, you both find eachother attractive, I don't see any issue. Your both consenting adults, just trying to have a good time. Have fun for once Y/N! Trust me!" You were thinking it through, you hadn't done anything like this before and you didn't know if it was really you. You were always someone who was loyal and were in a relationship when you slept with someone, this would be so diffrent. But does diffrent necessarily mean bad? Maybe Julie is right, he WAS flirting with you, you did find him attractive, maybe just this once you could let your hair down, and do something a little dangerous, and at work no less! The thought of it was actualy exciting you now, you actualy wanted to do this now, you were just imagining what Terry might look like naked. He wore a gorgeous tailored white ish pale suit, but what could be hiding underneath? He was a sensei after all, he must be ripped under those clothes. "I'm uhh, going to get back outside to serve some more canapes" "But are you going to do it?!" "I'll think about it Julie" She just squeaks in excitement, with you just smiling as you headed back out into the hall.

20 minutes pass buy and you don't see either Julie, Joel or Terry. You were just finishing handing out the last few canapes on your platter, when out of the corner of your eye, you see Terry leaning against the wall at the back of the room. He was sipping out of a fresh glass of champagne, and giving you a seductive look, you couldn't deny it turned you on when he did that. He kept searing eye contact with you as he stood up straight, and slipped into the door beside him with a sign saying (out of order) it was the backroom with the pool table. You knew he was serious about this now, and the heat between your legs and your rosey cheeks burned like fire, were you really about to do this? You see everyone is busy mingling and there was no sign of Julie or Joel. Your feet made up your mind for you as they moved you towards the door, you stand where Terry was, making sure noone sees you acting suspiciously, and once it was clear, you slip behind the door just like Terry did. When you entered the room, it was all dark, the only light in the room was from the enormous window that shone the moonlight and it eluminated the room. You couldn't see Terry, but this was making it more exciting, he could be anywhere....it was like he was hunting you....and you liked it...

You took a few slow steps into this room, when all of a sudden, Terry is stood behind you and his big hand wraps around your throat. His other arm is holding you by your waist and keeps you pressed against his body, even with his hand around your neck, he wasn't squeezing you, he was just keeping you in his grasp. "I'm so glad you slipped in hear....from the first moment I laid eyes on you, knew I had to know you....to talk to you...touch you...taste you..." He moved his tounge and licked from your collarbone all the way up to your ear, ever so slightly nibbling on your earlobe. Your body shuddered in his grip, but his hold steadied you, this little thing he was going was 10 times more exciting than any time you slept with your ex. Maybe Julie was right about older guys, what you did know, was that you were in for a fun time. "I need to touch you....do you want me to touch you?..." Your breath catches in your throat as you say "Yes" He still holds your throat, but his other hand moves away from your hip, and in slowly snakes it's way over your chest, feeling how your body was reacting to him. It moves over your body, slowly going down towards your navel and onto the waist and of your trousers.

He popped the button on your trousers and his hand slipped into your underwear, where his fingers found your most sensitive area, and you were ready for him. "Oh...your so wet for me...is this the affect I have on you?" He asks as his finger starts to move over your clit in circles. Your breath catches again as you say "Yes" "You've worked so hard tonight Y/N....I'd like to give you a reward for all your hard work...would you like that?" He whispers as he still works his fingers down there. "Yes, please yes" His fingers slightly quicken in pace, and the sheer excitement of this whole thing plus his hand, makes you cum right there. A pleasurable moan escapes your lips, but to your suprise, Terry cups your mouth with his hand and says "Shhh...we don't want anyone to hear us now do we?" He moves both his hands free, spins you around and presses you against the wall, but before he does anything else, he sucks on his fingers. "I knew you'd taste as sweet as sugar Y/N..." Then he locks his lips with yours, with his hand caressing your face and neck, and his chest pressing against yours, you could feel eachothers heartbeats, which were beating like drums.

You move your hands up his back, and one of them moves into his silver curly locks, slightly tugging, showing how much you want him. He clearly knew what he was doing, especially when he slightly moved his body, to allow his leg to slip inbetween your legs as he pressed and ever so slightly moved against your most sensitive area. Applying this little pressure was making you burn for him even more, his kiss moved to your neck and he sucked and kissed the soft skin. Everything about him was perfect, even his scent. He smelled like peppermint and green apple. You wanted him, now! And he could sence that. He pulled away and lifted you up, placing you on the pool table and spreading your legs by putting himself inbetween your hips. He towered over you as he kissed you more, and this turned you on even more. You unbuckle his trousers and pull his belt away, this just makes him chuckle. "Someone's excited....however...I have something else in mind..." He says as his hand rests against your chest and gently pushes you down onto the pool table, making you comfortable. He kneels down and pulls your trousers away from you, leaving you only in your underwear. But he doesn't just dive inbetween your legs, he actualy holds your leg and presses a very gently kiss on your bad knee, that was so sweet of him, showing that he cares. His hand stroked over your soft thighs and pulls your underwear to the side, just before he opens your legs wide and licks your opening to the clit in one smooth stroke of his tounge.

At first he is slow, but then he starts to full on devour you, making you pant and grabbing onto his hair as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. You felt so close, but your mouth instead said "Stop teasing me...show me what you've got" He stands up and is inbetween your legs again, his hand holding your chin. "You want me? You want to feel more?" "I want to feel you inside me Terry..." You didn't need to say anything else, his hands grabbed your hips and held them against his groin, feeling his very large and hard bulge. His lips find yours again in a fiary embrace as he pulls out his rock hard and throbbing cock, he couldn't fully grasp it in his own hand, it would look giant in yours. He leaned in close and stroked the tip of his cock up and down your wetness, making sure he was ready to enter you. And just as you lock your arms around his shoulders and neck, he slides in and you can feel every single god damninch of him. You gasp and stare right into his eyes, him doing the same as the feel of you around him is making him feel so good. His hips start to buck back and forth, giving a certain grind to it too, so he is able to hit the right spots as he f#cks you on top of this pool table.

Hooking his arms under your thighs, he's able to hold them up against himself and use them to hold you as he pounds into you relentlessly. You close your eyes and feel the intence pleasure of this whole situation, doing something dangerous in the work place, screwing a complete stranger, and getting f#cked better that any other of your previous boyfriends could do, jesus christ he new how to rock a woman's world. Both yours and his orgasms were growing now, more powerful than the first one, and you begin to shake in his grip. You knew you were going to scream or shout once you reached your peak, and Terry's hands were full, there was no holding you back. Your whimpering turned into moaning, your moaning got louder...and louder....and just before you both came, his mouth was on yours, slipping in his tounge to kiss you so hard that the moans turned into vibrations rather than screaming out loud. Somehow that just made it feel like the cherry in top! Your both shaking as your finaly ending that immensely powerful orgasm, Terry pulls his mouth away and your both breathless, but a smile is plastered over both his and your face. Sweat on his brow and you with messy hair and rosey cheeks, you just collapse against eachother as you get your breath back.

"Holy sh#t..." "You could say that again sweetheart..." He gives you a quick kiss before he helps you off the table, you putting your trousers back on and him slipping himself back into his boxers and zipping up his trousers. You felt warm in the face, but amazing everywhere else. You notice the platter on the floor, and actualy forgot for a second that you were suposed to be working. "Oh sh#t! I uhh-I need to get back out there! Cough cough, I'm sorry-I've got to go" You say grabbing your platter and trying to straighten yourself up. "Ah that's ok....I'll see you later on Y/N...." He says with a delicious smirk, oh if that didn't want to make you go for round two, nothing will! You slip out of the door, being careful not to let anyone see your face, and manage to get back into the kitchen where you take a seat and try to gather your thoughts. "Hey Y/N! Where have you been? I couldn't find you any-....why are your cheeks so red? And why is your hair messy?.....ooohhhhh!" "Shhhh! Don't shout anything out ok?" "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" "Julie shut up!" "You actualy did it! Hell yes! Good for you girl! So? Give me all the details! I want all the juicy gossip-" "Julie! I can't tell you that, hear at work!" "Says the woman who just got hard core railed at work!" "Alright alright keep your voice down! Look, I'll tell you later ok?" "Ok ok, just tell me one thing though. On a scale of one to ten, how was it?" Biting your lower lip and smiling from remembering the whole experience, you say "12!" Julie sqeeks with delight, but you shhhh her again and she knows that she's just over excited. You both carry on with your shift, it wasn't long before everyone had to go anyway. You and Julie were suposed to finish your shift as you said goodbye to people at the door, giving them back their coats etc. And what happens a few minutes later? "Y/N" "Oh! Hello Terry, I didn't see you there" "Well I think we've both seen quite a lot of eachother this evening" He says as you both chuckle, with Julie secretly watching everything. He gently puts his hand on your arm and guided you ever so slightly away to talk to you. "Listen, Y/N. I was hoping I could maybe see you again sometime?" "Wait? Really?" "Of course. You seem confused, why?" "Well....to be honest I thought you just wanted to get a little lucky tonight. I never expected you to want something more than what happened in the back room" "You think that's all I wanted from you? Absolutely not. Yes, what happened in the back room was incredible, but that was something I was hoping to possibly find myself doing more of with you in the future" "So, what? Like a friend with benefits?" "What's a friend with benefits?" "You haven't heard of that before? It's just a friend you happen to sleep with, without wanting an emotional attachment" "I can safely say....that is NOT what I want" "Oh?...So what do you want?" "I'd love to see if there is something hear, I would like to take you out for a romantic date, really get to know you. I can sence something so kind and genuine about you, your unlike any woman I've met before. And if you'd like, I would very much like to take you out on a date sometime" "Terry, that sounds....wonderful" "Perfect...hears my phone number" "And hears mine" After you exchange numbers, he takes your hand and gives the back of it a quick kiss, looking right into your eyes as he does. Then he waves you goodbye as he exits through the big doors and out towards his personal driver. You feel a nudge on your arm, and see Julie looking all interested and excited. "Sooooo? It seems like there's more to this guy than a quicky during work?" "I think Julie, you might be right"

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I really really want to do Corazon (bcs I love love him) but I don't know what to do except measure his limbs... His Silent bubble probably controls sound waves, absorbing and cancelling sound, same for when he touches someone and uses Calm, he practically puts an unseeing Silent bubble on their body & vocal chords. It's crazy, the more I think about it.

That's all I got.

Ah, his power is so cool! I was so jealous of it. Peace and quiet 🥰 (also great for nsfw I'm just saying)

Corazon, I love you 😭😭❤️❤️❤️

I humbly hope for more Cora, all of the stories with him you write make me squeal, I love him so much 🥹❤️

Lots of love to you, Snail, and to your family, wishing you the best and have a nice vacation!

- @physics-of-one-piece

The way I am soooooo close to finishing this Rosi fic 🥹. I got distracted last night with the "Hey Doc" series, but I am right back at it again because of this 🖤🖤.

Oh, Physics Anon (@physics-of-one-piece) I love you. Thank you for this 🖤🖤. He's too precious, and yes to the NSFW use 😤👌. So much more for this special man to come.

[nottsangel]

wanted you to know i just got back into tumblr & i’ve been in a DEEP depression & dissociative state lately & your page truly is keeping me going🖤 THANK YOU for your love, positivity, & absolutely nasty smut☺️

omg 🥹🥹 tysm for sending me this sweet ask !!!!! im so glad to hear that my blog could give you at least some distraction in difficult times, that really gives me lots of motivation to still be here and post! i hope things will get better for you angel, sending you much love 🩷

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Hey people I love 🫀

I meant to post this on my birthday but hopefully you can all understand that I've been a little... distracted lately. I woke up sick af that day and am not getting any better but I just wanted to be a little mush with you all.

I have no idea why you're all here, especially after I disappeared from this app for quite a while and then was brought back by Kells relationship drama and the amazing posts by @triplexdoublex about it. Genuinely, that's what brought me back to Tumblr a few months ago, I couldn't help being drawn to Roxy's personality and drama coverage and I wanted to interact with her. It was that simple. Because of her encouragement I started writing again and I think a lot of my new followers are here because of that.

My ex and I used to write together... It kind of became the main way we related to each other and somehow I ended up feeling like I was bad at it even though that was how we met. They had commented on one of my Dom x reader fics (which if you know me now you know how uncomfortable that made me to write but it's what people liked) Somehow we ended up only writing together and I no longer felt like I was good enough to post anything by myself. I didn't think I could write by myself anymore. I ended up pulling away from Tumblr because I lost my drive to do anything.

When I started feeling like things were strained and I needed to reach out I came back to Tumblr and because of Roxy I felt inspired to write again. Because of @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @manicpixiedreamb0y and @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 's support and incredible constant encouragement I'm not just writing a little but almost every day and I have multi-chapter fics, something I'd never really done before. For the first time in a long time I have a little belief in myself. For the first time EVER I completed a multi-chapter fic. You don't understand how incredible that is to me and I have all of you to thank.

Whether you're here for my fics, my gifs, my edits, or my... Sparkling personality I can't thank you enough! I don't know how I have so many people following me but I feel the love. It's really been helping lately. I'd normally be lost in the quiet dark by myself but no, I have you. Thank you.

I know because of my health sometimes I miss a few days and I'm sorry for that but I know more than anything I have understanding. I know I don't talk to some of you as much as I want but even then some of you help more than you probably think you do ( @kaleidoscopegirl you deserve a special mention here, we may not talk much but you help more than you know, just having someone get it is... 🥹🩵)

I don't understand what the draw is to follow me but thank you so much for it, you keep me going and I love you SO much 🖤 Seeing over 400 on my birthday was such an amazing gift 🩷

[da-rulah]

ao3 wrapped: 6, 15, 17, 19, 27, and 28

Thank you so much for all the q's! 🥹🖤

6: Favourite title you used?

Hmm... I think my favourite is a WIP title 🤭 I've got one coming that's called 'Folié a Deux', but of the one's I've written this year, I think my favourite title is 'Rituale Septem'.

15: What WIPs are you taking into next year with you?

Defiitely the aforementioned 'Folié a Deux', but also... 'The Mayor's Daughter' is going to end up being an ongoing series for my darling Mary Goore. Part 2 is well underway already, and I have a third and fourth part planned. Oops.

17: Your favourite character to write this year?

Definitely has to be Terzo in 'Rituale Septem'. I got to really play around with his characterisation and delve into a much deeper level of Terzo that I hold really dear to my heart. I adore his damaged side, his vulnerability and his usual flirty and cheeky side. I look forward to doing this again with the other Papas. I managed a hint of it in Secondo's fic 'Come Home to Me', but I'll explore them more next year for sure.

19: What's one pairing you want to explore next year?

I have an OC character I'll be exploring with Copia in a fic that is yet to be named, but the ideas I have for it are so ingrained in my brain I can't wait to get around to it! But I can't wait to explore the OC x Cardinal Copia pairing in 'Folié a Deux' too.

27: What do you listen to while writing?

Usually a few different things, depending on how badly I need help to focus. Either... The ending of Helvetesfonster on repeat for an hour (it's on YouTube, it's so relaxing!), Studio Ghibli soundtracks, or Lo-Fi if I really need to focus.

If I need a bit of help but not too much, Sleep TOken, because I don't know their songs too well, and I don't end up singing along yet. It's really good atmospheric music.

Or, if focus isn't an issue, Ghost's entire discography... but I'll likely be easily distracted hahaha

28: Favourite work you wrote this year?

Without a doubt, Rituale Septem'. I managed a 74k word fic in just over a week and I loved every single second of writing it. Still, I'm so proud of the idea, the plot, the characters and the ending.

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