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theangelssing · 1 year ago

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Good Evening

prompt: after a hard day with SAMCRO, Chibs could really use a shower, a dinner and your presence. Nothing else but a sweet evening with his s/o.

gender neutral!reader, third pov, Chibs & reader are a couple, reader is friend with Sons of Anarchy, 820 words

warnings: mention of blood, mc’s activites, nudity, smoking, drinking (wine) allusion of sexual activity, age gap, physical touch (romantic way)

a/n: small fluffy imagine with Chibs just bc I love him; don’t hesitate to send request for every character you want (:

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“Babe I’m home,” you heard Chibs’ voice across the small apartment you two shared. You got up from your bed you were sitting on and you came to meet a slightly bloody Chibs. “Not mine,” he just whispered as he saw you looking at him.

“You wanna talk ‘bout it?” you simply asked while you both were heading to the bathroom.

“Nope. Right now I want you and me in the shower,” he replied with a grin, which made you laugh.

“You never stop,” you said and he shook his head.

“Never, babe.”

Chibs kissed you, already undressing himself. You did the same, and the both of you went under the hot water. You were used to Chibs’ activities with the Sons of Anarchy. In fact, you were used to the charter’s activities. So when Chibs would returned at home all bloody after a day, you would not freaked out or complained. You would always stayed there for him if he wanted to talk, but you would never pushed him, only doing whatever the two of you wanted to enjoy your evenings.

After your shower Chibs was only wearing a towel around his hips while you were already wearing your pyjamas.

“What d’you want for dinner?” you asked him.

“Ye,” he replied, a crooked grin on his lips.

“Again? You sure you can handle that many rounds?” you were only playing with him, of course.

“Love, I migh’ be more than 15 years older than ya but I still can show ya who’s the boss here.”

He gave you a kiss and a small slap on one of your butt cheek, making you laugh.

“To be honest I’ll eat whatever’s left in the fridge and the cupboards. I think ya’ll need to run some errands tomorrow if it’s alright for ya.”

“Yeah no prob’ I’ll do it.”

You smiled softly, already busy finding what to cook. You knew Chibs could also cook, but sometimes you just like being the one cooking. While you were busy making dinner, Chibs would usually set the table and poured a glass of wine for the both of you, the smell of his smoke blending with the smell of the food.

After having put some sweat pants on, Filip returned in the kitchen, dinner almost ready. You didn’t do anything fancy, only spaghetti, but that was always great for him after a day working with the club. You put the plate before him as he was turning the tv on. You sat next to him and he gave you your glass of wine.

“What d’ya wanna watch?” Chibs asked.

“Let’s watch Pride and Prejudice!” you immediately replied.

“Again? Isn’t it like the third time in two month we watch it?”

“Yeah but I love it,” you said with big pleading eyes.

“‘kay but next time I’m the one choosin’ the movie.”

You smiled and went to put the dvd in the player.

It was your little habit. Just you two and a movie night, relaxing together. Of course Chibs loved to spend the night at the clubhouse but sometimes he was better alone with you than with the club. And sometimes he also loved having you around at the clubhouse. It all depended on his moods, yours, the day you both had. And right now, spending some time with your loved one, felt like the perfect evening.

“Aye, can’t get enough of that movie, can ye?” Filip put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him as the movie just finished.

“I’m sure you love it too,” you joked.

“Kinda have too, after havin’ watch it that many times.”

Chibs laughed then kissed you and you went deeper in his embrace. You smelt his cologne mixed with the smoke and you felt at home.

He let a hand running through your hair and you stared at the paused screen in front of you. The black background was letting you see yourself in Chibs’ arms. You also could see his disturbed face and look.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” you asked, brushing his cheek with your nose.

“Too many things, babe. Don’t wanna upset ya with the club’s shit.” He kissed your forehead. “Jax’s a good president, I trust him enough.”

You nodded and kissed his cheeks. He lit a cigarette and you looked at him, only to meet his gaze on you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothin’. Ye’re cute. What if we go to bed?” Chibs asked, a small and soft smile on his lips. You agreed and you both put an end – in your bedroom – to another crazy day.

You knew a small evening with you in his arms could make Chibs’ day better, so that’s what you did tonight. With him, you never felt the need to ask him about his day or about the club’s activities because he was the one to talk to you when he needed to.

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melitherion · 23 days ago

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Learning that foxes groom each other to show affection, and knowing that Fox/Ren enjoys bathes, I had to write a bathtub scene. Polite critiques always appreciated.

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🔞18+ minors do not interact🔞

TPOF Fox x MC/Reader

Fox and MC bathe together. Bonding ensues.

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The first few weeks of your life you spent adjusting to your new schedule, which meant adjusting to Fox's schedule. Greet him politely at the door on his arrival home, he'd go off to bathe and then return to cook dinner for the two of you. Dinnertime and a few hours of binge watching whatever anime currently held his interest. Extracurricular activites, cleaning you up, and then sleep. See him off in the morning and repeat later, with some variation.

Today had been no different. You met him at the door on his arrival, "such a good pet", he'd once praised you, before heading back to the couch while Fox went down the hall to wash the day away.

Sitting in the living room, not particularly paying attention to whatever was currently playing on the tv, you heard the water start running down the hall, the sound continuing on for a few minutes as was normal. Then, you heard the water shut off and the bathroom door open. The beastkin's footsteps were silent however, his gruff voice startling you from the doorway.

"Bathroom. Now."

Shock collar heavy on your shoulders, you swiftly stood and made your way down the hall, and into the bathroom, already humid from the steam rolling off the water. Fox stayed close behind you, shutting the door, the click of the lock echoing across the room. You turned to him, hesitant, but expectedly.

"Undress.". Fox commanded pointedly.

"Absolutely not." You protested, perhaps against your better judgement. You noticed the glint of the remote in his hand, the remote to the shock collar that currently sat around your neck.

He'd seen every part of you, hell he'd been inside of you, and yet something about the act of bathing together was almost too normal in its intimacy, something casual between lovers and something that you had no desire to share with him.

You'd seen his hentai collection. A vast selection of DVDs not even the slightest bit out of sight on the shelf in the living room, testament to either Fox's profound lack of shame, or an obvious lack of visitors. You suspected a bit of both. How clean would you be getting in the water with that dirty old man?

"If you won't undress yourself, I'll do it for you." Fox said sharply, arms crossed as his eyes stared right through you.

Considering the remote in his clawed hand and your preference to keep some sort of autonomy in this new life, you hurriedly began to strip, no time to even feel embarrassed or attempt to cover yourself, before letting your clothing fall into a pile on the cold tile floor. Fox did the same, before raising the remote in his hand. You stiffened, waiting for the shock collar to deliver its familiar sting, only to jolt in surprise at the sudden click that emanated from the back of the metal contraption around your neck. The beastkin stepped forward and removed the collar from around your neck, setting both it and the remote atop the counter.

"Don't even think about trying anything funny," he warned. "You won't like the consequences."

Fox eyed you with distrust as you stepped into the water first, gritting your teeth as you slowly lowered yourself into the bath, adjusting to the heat of the water. only after you had situated yourself all the way to one end of the tub did he finally slip into the water himself. Right. Next. To. You.

With the kind of money that Fox had, the bathtub was quite large in size, leaving ample room for more than one person to fit comfortably and still maintain their own personal bubble. Naturally, however, the beastkin settled himself closely to his pet. You wondered if he might do you the favor of drowning you.

So began your new routine with the beastkin. It was a rare occasion that you bathed without him, and even on days where you didn't particularly feel the need to bathe you often found Fox dragging you with him into the tub regardless. The two of you would ease into the warm water, he would always wash your hair first and then his own. After thouroughly scrubbing yourselves down the two of you would sit in a silence that was slowly growing more comfortable in nature.

The scent of raspberry enveloped you as Fox drizzled his favorite shampoo onto your hair. It was some fancy brand you weren't sure you'd ever heard of, likely some luxury cosmetic you could only dream of being able to afford yourself, and it made your hair incredibly silky. A matching bottle of conditioner sat on the edge of the tub. Fox began languidly lathering the suds into your hair, always taking his sweet time running his fingers through your tresses. His touches while he did so were always surprisingly soft, massaging your scalp with care. Despite the claws at the end of each fingertip, he'd not once yet scratched your head. You would have hated to admit it before, but it felt nice.

Once he'd finished rinsing and conditioning your hair, he was ready to start on his own. However, you'd been thinking about something the past few days.

Your hands collided as you both simultaneously reached for the shampoo bottle.

"Can I....do yours?" You asked with hesitation, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly with the intense eye contact between the two of you. You weren't sure why it felt like such a big deal. It was just shampoo.

The stare-off between the two of you lasted several incredibly long moments, and you almost committed to failure, when, with his gaze still sharp and his demeanor unreadable, Fox pulled his hand back, allowing you to grab the shampoo bottle instead. Giving you a wary glance, the beastkin slowly turned his back to you to allow you to touch his head.

"Don't get soap in my eyes." He quipped.

You nodded, though he couldn't see you with his back turned, and raised the open bottle to pour just enough shampoo onto the crown of his head. Gently, almost as if you were afraid of being bit, you began to work the shampoo into his hair, surprised at just how soft it was. Your fingertips brushed against his scalp as they worked through his gray-streaked hair. As you did so, you caressed the base of his ears, almost in awe as you felt him lean into the touch. Beneath the water you felt Fox's tail jerkily slap your thigh a few times, the beastkin trying and failing to restrain its wagging motions. As you finished with the task at hand, you realized there was a soft sound permeating the silence around you.

Was he...purring?

Feeling a bit more courageous now, you reached into the water and slowly pulled his long red tail into your lap, repeating the process. Fox made no move to stop you, and you noticed his relaxed body shift ever so slightly towards you.

You found yourself feeling strangely emotional, something perhaps about fullfiling the desire to be touched, and to touch back freely. You found yourself leaning forward, wrapping your arms around Fox's waist as you pressed yourself against his back. He stiffened in surprise for just a moment, before relaxing once more as you settled your head on his shoulder. You were both warm, skin softened by the humidity of the bath. Fox's body shuddered lightly as your breath tickled his neck. You felt his tail brush against your hips as it wrapped snuggly around your body. You would have been content to rest like that for a long while.

"The water is getting cold." Fox's voice broke the silence, gruff, but lacking it's usual bite. Strangely reluctant, you disentangled yourself from him so the two of you could finish bathing and dry off before the water chilled completely. Fox stepped out of the tub first, wrapping a towel around his body before helping you with yours. You shivered as he pulled you close and wrapped you up snuggly, taking just a moment longer than he usually would. Finally, he pulled away, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Get dressed and come down for dinner." He demanded, almost softly, before exiting the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. As you slipped into clean dry clothing, a metallic glint caught the corner of your vision. Your collar, resting unattended on the bathroom counter. You stared at it for a few seconds, before picking it up and fastening around your neck once again. Such a good pet. The words echoed in your head.

#this probably could have been better #but it was getting long and my writing skills are still a bit rusty #tpof fox #ren hana #tpof #tpof fic

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genesisgrace · 1 year ago

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my year of rest and relaxation without rotting and ravaging

Truth be told seeing a person with healthy habits, an organised life and a graceful personality and suggesting that this lifestyle is easy to accomplish is absolutely misleading, because it's not.

We're watching short videos of morning routines created by patrick batemans. We're reading inspirational prompts and quotes from the safety of our couch. We're scrolling through pinterest creating lists destined to dust on our profiles.

I came to the conclusion that the self improvement movement can be just as toxic as self destruction and there is a high risk for developing a depression and/or OCD (failing your goals and ambitions can push you into a downward spiral of rotting and ravaging).

» visualise activites for your relaxation

take a piece of paper and write down what is relaxing for you personally without being to critical towards yourself. If someone tells you journaling is relaxing it doesn't mean it has to be for you. Take your time and take notes whenever you are doing something that lightens your mood. If sitting on a bench and watching people is your way of relaxation suit yourself. Do not choose activites only by the appeal towards your desired aesthetic.

» stay true to yourself

Stay true to yourself and don't neglect your own personality. Self improvement is not about becoming a better version of yourself, it's about finding and refecting yourself in this abyss of modern society. Please be kind towards yourself and do not misconstrue self improvement as perfection, because that's definitely not the same. Considering self improvement as a life lesson and experience is a way healthier approach.

» resting ≠ sinning

Having a long and extended nap, as a treat. Binge watching your current favorite tv show, as a treat. Have a cheat meal, as a treat. Go on a spa day, as a treat - you get the point. Please consider that habits are only healthy if they are in balance. Don't restrict and torture yourself if you feel the need to rest. Professional athletes know, that without resting there is no rising.

» It's ok not to be okay, but it's not okay to stay that way

We all have our past, we all have our skeletons. Previous experiences that shaped our personality are like pieces of clothing that are not fitting anymore but you're afraid to throw them away because of the emotional bond. Fun fact, if your warderobe is full, ypu don't have enough room for new garments. If you cannot let go it's time to clean out your clothes. I'm recommending you to seek professional help through a therapist if your past seems overwhelming or if your feeling mentally unease.

» the sixth sense of relaxing

focus on your senses before or after they are stimulated for a long amount of time by letting them relax. Try sensory exercises (for example breathing exercises), focus on something tacticle with your hands, catch the sunrise/sunset, go into a tea shop and smell the herbs, do yoga, drink water, take a bubble bath, listen to asmr or a new album. Whatever is stimulating your senses in a positive way helps to reduce stress.

Bisous!

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lenaswritingandstuff · 1 year ago

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Kylian being a dad would include

Requested by Anon: Kylian Mbappe pregnancy/dad head cannons

Characters: Kylian Mbappé, you

Warnings: None; English is not my first language

A/N: GIF IS NOT MINE.

Your relationship with Kylian was going great, and even though you guys didn't talk about marriage or children you still planned to spend the rest of your lives together

You know he wanted kids, though - and so did you

So when you found out you were pregnant, he was overjoyed, and immediately went to kiss and hug you

He was so happy he told his teammates soon after

After that he kept spoiling you, buying you a new gift every week, so much so that even though you appreciated it, you still asked him to stop

He always made sure you were okay, and insisted you rest

After a while you told both your families and friends, who were very happy for you

As time went, you and Kylian started buying baby stuff, started creating a room for the baby and started thinking of names

You guys were together when your water broke, so despite being scared for you, he took you to the hospital

He stayed with your during the wole thing, holding your hand and giving you words of encouragement

When he saw his son he almost cried

He kissed your forehead, praising you and telling uou how much he loved you

He was an amazing dad, spoiling both the baby and you

His first goal after was dedicated to your son

He had no problem waking up in the middle on the night when the baby was crying or with changing diapers

After some time, he took you on a vacation where he asked you to marry him, and you two married a year later

As your son grew up, Kylian turned into a cool yet protective dad, doing activites with him wherever he could and quickly taught him how to play football

He would sometimes come home with gifts for your son, but made sure not to spoil them too much

When your son was a toddler, Kylian started wanting another child with you

He didn't want to push you so at first he didn't tell you, and would understand if one child was enough for you

But the thing is, you had thoughts about having another child too

So you had a conversation and started trying for another - hopefully a little girl

And some time after, you had great news for him

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tojiscumdumpster · 1 year ago

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ii. reader

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please refresh your memory of the content warnings that's mentioned on the summary page. this chapter will include s*xual activites.

I am met with the sun glaring at me through the windows of my penthouse and the feel of my Siamese cat, Oreo, rubbing her head on my face to wake me up for her breakfast. And of course, left with the emptiness of the bed I hoped would be filled with my husband. I rub my eyes to glance at the clock to see that it’s nine o’clock, which is way past my regular wake up time. It’s been a while since I slept in, and my mind immediately replayed the events of last night.

I cheated on my husband.

I didn't know how to feel about it, however, I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel good.

My sore body would tell me otherwise.

I don’t remember the last time I had sex. The last time I was looked at and fucked with pure hunger. The last time I was stretched and orgasmed three times in one sitting unless it was because of my vibrator. It’s been so long, the feeling started to feel foreign to me. . . Until last night.

Geto Suguru.

He has some good dick on him, but damn, he’s a fucking asshole. Nothing I’m not used to, though. It seems like my pussy has a soft spot for them. I’ve denied men and their advances for months, years, at that. But my body was craving to be worshiped. To feel alive again. I’ve been neglected by my husband for far too long. He hasn’t touched me, let alone looked at me in almost ten months. I’m always met with the excuse that he’s tired or busy with work.

Of course, my first thought was to think maybe he was going through something mentally, so I tried to make sure that he was okay, but he told me not to worry.

I thought he wasn’t attracted to me anymore. I have gained weight since we got married. When I brought that up, rather than reassure me, he said I was overthinking, which only led me to overthink even more.

Cheating never crossed my mind regardless of his promiscuous past he had before we met.

He wouldn’t do that to me.

Right, Y/N?

No. He wouldn’t. It’s just—I can’t win in this marriage, and the natural thing to do is ask for a divorce, but what am I supposed to do? I’m a stay-at-home housewife wife in a foreign country. I trusted my husband enough to take care of me because that’s what he promised.

At least he was able to stick to his word about that.

It feels nice not to work. Be spoiled and have the luxuries. But I don’t care about that. I wanted to be loved and feel wanted. I crave attention from my husband. Not anyone else.

Just take it for me.

I just want to make you cum one more time. Is that okay?

Oreo’s meowing breaks me from my memories of last night.

“Ah. Okay, okay. I’m sorry, Oreo,” I say, scratching behind her ear. “Let’s get you some food.” I get out of bed and make my way to the kitchen to fill my starving feline’s bowl and pour her water.

I need to get my day started. I remembered I have a lunch date with my best friend at noon, so I headed to the bathroom to get ready.

After showering, I stood in front of the mirror while brushing my teeth and noticed a love mark on the left side of my neck.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself.

I’m not too fond of hickys, but I was too busy being a whimpering mess while getting stuffed with cock that wasn’t my husband’s. I don’t need to worry about him seeing. He’s on a business trip, so I’m sure it’ll be healed by the time he returns.

It’s not like he pays attention to me anyways.

But I need to cover it up for my lunch date with my best friend because I know she’ll throw back-to-back questions at me that I don’t feel like answering.

That was my first and last time cheating on my husband, and I’m not planning on doing it again.

Thank you for giving me this good pussy.

Do you realize how good you feel?

His words invade my mind and pool wetness between my thighs. I finish brushing my teeth and stare at myself in the mirror.

Suguru touched me. The touch of his hands exploring my curves lingers on and burns my flesh. Our fornication wasn’t even intimate, but I felt like I was taken care of. A stranger was able to figure out my kinks and pinpoints that made me explode.

I want him.

I wanted to be fucked like that again—but only by him .

“Gosh, Y/N. What the hell is wrong with you?” Again, I whisper out loud to myself because, yes. What is wrong with me?

I’m married. I have been for seven years. I shouldn’t be lusting over another man. This gnawing guilt in my stomach won’t go away. It’s fine. I’ll be okay. I’ll tell my husband when he returns and atone for my sins. Until then, I won’t have to worry about seeing Suguru again. I won’t think about him either. Despite how fucking good he made me feel. It shouldn’t be hard. We didn’t exchange numbers. So I will be okay.

Right?

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀A month later. . .

My errands for today consisted of grocery shopping and picking out new furniture for the penthouse I share with my husband. I’m tired of staring at the black-and-white décor. I love the combination, but the lack of warmth makes me feel even more alone. If I can’t feel at home with my husband, then I’ll make it feel like home for myself. It’s missing earth tones, plants, colors, everything.

It would be easy for me to hire an interior designer, but doing it myself will keep me busy and my mind off of...

Look at my pretty girl taking this fucking cock.

His pretty girl. . .

Y/N. No.

How I abused my clit since that night with Suguru, I know she’s tired of me. It’s been a month. I should’ve forgotten about him by now. And I definitely should’ve already told my husband. I just couldn’t find the courage to do so.

He returned from his business trip four days after I cheated on him and I didn’t care to mention it. I figured if we didn’t sleep together, let alone in the same room, what was the point of telling him? I honestly think he wouldn’t care. He probably is cheating on me. He's forty years old and I know his libido is through the roofs.

I would know.

Nothing can convince me that he hasn’t had sex in ten months. Every month he has a business trip. Maybe he’s off to see his mistress. Who knows?

I’m making dinner tonight and he said he’ll be there. I’m not holding it to him, though. If he shows, I’ll tell him about my infidelity then.

All this shopping I did is making me tired. Coffee in the middle of the day sounds right to me. It didn’t take long for me to pull up to my favorite bakery. I walked inside and allowed the sweet aroma of treats and the nuttiness of freshly brewed coffee to infiltrate my senses.

The shop is pretty busy, so the line is long as expected. While I wait, I give my attention to my phone and scroll through my unread messages:

Best friend

Girl, I am long overdue for a vacation. Let’s start planning!

Mom

Honey, you’re coming home for the holidays. Right? Your father and I miss you.

Husband.

What time are you coming home?

Why the fuck does he care? I replied to my best friend and mother but left my husband unread. Since when does he care for my whereabouts? Annoyance pricks my skin just seeing the message. I opted to call him instead of texting him back to see if there was something he needed, but the interruption of a familiar voice from behind caught my attention.

“Excuse me, beautiful. It looks like you’re next.”

No . It couldn’t be.

I whip lashed my head around to be met with dark raven hair that’s pulled into a bun, different from what I remember a month ago.

Those tattooed covered arms I remember holding me up while fucking my pussy.

We’re no longer in a dimmed setting, so the light shines on his irises allowing the deep violet color to become evident. Specks of sweat coats his forehead, and by his attire, he must’ve finished working out. But even so, he smells so damn good. Dark. Woody with a mixture of his natural odor.

Fuck, Y/N. Get it together.

I cleared my throat, pretending like I wasn’t affected by his presence. “Geto.”

“Suguru,” he countered.

I was so stunned by his appearance and became distracted from our intense eye contact, I didn’t even realize the barista was calling me forward because I was next in line.

I immediately looked away from Suguru to move up, place my order, and attempted to pay, but of course, Suguru had other plans.

He came beside me and pulled out his card. “We’re together. Coffee. Tall. Dark. No milk or sugar.”

“I can pay-”

“For your tab. I know,” he interrupted. It’s like deja vu from the night we. . .

Y/N.

He continued. “Gosh, can I simply just be kind and pay for you? Are you really that prideful?”

“Go fu-” I realized he was teasing me, so reacting would only give him the satisfaction he was looking for. “Thank you, Geto.”

“Suguru and you’re welcome, Y/N,” he smirks.

How he says my name causes me to swallow a small gulp and subtly squeeze my thighs. It’s like those pale pink lips were meant to say my name.

No. I’m not supposed to be having these pornographic thoughts about him anymore. It’s time for me to go.

I thank the barista for making my drink and storm out the door to head back to my car. But of course, behind me comes the reason for these wet fantasies in my mind and why power walking out the bakery.

“Y/N!”

I continued walking. “What do you want?”

“I haven’t seen you in a month and you’re acting like I’m some kind of pestering bug.” He finally catches up to me, softly grabs my wrists, and turns me around. That touch spreads chills throughout my body and alarms my pussy. I just know any longer with him I’m going to explode.

I can feel Suguru looking at me, but I refuse to meet his eyes. “What do you want?” I ask again.

“I just want to see how you’re doing. Maybe get to know you. Is that okay?” He asks, gently.

I just want to make you cum one more time. Is that okay?

Fuck.

“Okay. Fine. You can walk me to my car, but after that, leave me alone. Got it?” I demanded.

He chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender, flexing those sexy arms. “Got it.”

For the next few minutes, I walk in silence while listening to Suguru talk and ask me questions that I give nods or vague answers. Eventually, time slows down and it feels like my car is further away the more he and I talk. But honestly, I don’t mind.

Aside from his asshole tendencies, he's sweet. His constant compliments that I haven’t heard in a while make my cheeks warm. I’m blessed with dark skin because had it been otherwise, I would have resembled a cherry tomato.

We disposed of our finished coffee cups and finally reached my car, which he coincidentally parked right next to me.

I leaned against my door and looked into his eyes. “Hm, I haven’t seen you in a month, you end up at my favorite bakery, and you’re parked right next to me?” I ask, teasingly. “If I didn’t know any better, you’ve been keeping tabs on me, Geto.”

He closes the space between us, rubbing his hand along my arms. “Or maybe it’s just fate?”

I slowly but surely feel myself coming undone from his subtle actions and how he speaks to me. I know what I’m doing isn’t right, but I just can’t bring myself to say no. Suguru gives me the attention I want. The attention I’ve been yearning for from my husband, and I can’t deny it any longer.

“ . . . Geto ,” I say barely above a whisper.

“ Suguru, baby. Call me, Suguru.” He runs his nose along my neck, deeply inhaling my scent and exhaling in pure pleasure.

His hand that’s rubbing my arms trails down to intertwine with my fingers while his other rests on my hips. That touch I can't get rid of returns to my skin and the heat of his hands burns me all over again. I don’t know when, how, or why but I whimper.

Take this cock like a good girl because I know you can.

Yes. I want to take it. I need to again, but I...

“I can’t, Suguru. I can’t,” I murmured.

He peppers soft yet possessive kisses across my face before descending to my jaw and neck. “You can, baby. You can. I can’t stop thinking about that night.” He nips my flesh. “ About you. ”

I whimper again.

“I miss you so much, Y/N. Every fucking night for the past thirty days I’ve been fisting my cock while thinking about you. Thinking about your soft moans and how sweet you sound while saying my name.”

“Suguru. . . please .”

“Fucking that tight pussy to get rid of that spicy attitude you have that drives me insane.” He begins palming my clothed pussy in the middle of the parking lot and I’m too mind fucked to have any shame.

He continues. “Your husband isn’t taking care of you, angel, so let me. Use me for your pleasure.”

Will you do that for me?

Thirty seconds didn’t even pass until I unlocked the door of my Escalade and climbed into the back seat to be fucked once again by someone who isn’t my husband.

Everything about Suguru is intoxicating.

His lips that I love the feel of against mine.

His body that molds perfectly with mine.

And his hands that are so slender yet strong, holding me in place while I ride his cock, on the verge of cumming for the second time. He fills me. All eight-in-a-half inches stretch me the more I drop down his length. My pussy will probably never get used to Suguru, but I will never deny the pleasure she seeks.

Our skin slapping resonates in the air of my car along with our shared moans and my wetness responding to him. I wrap my arms around his neck to deepen our kiss, bouncing even harder on his cock.

“Fuck, angel. You’re doing such a good job riding my cock. I love it when you make a mess on me.” He says it like I’m all that he’s used to, causing my pussy to clench in response.

“Suguru, you’re so deep,” I cry.

“Hm, I know baby but don’t tell me you can’t handle it. You see how pretty you look when you’re confident? Taking every single last inch of me?”

I moan, but that wasn’t a good enough answer for him. So he asks again.

“Answer me, Y/N”—he breaks our kiss to press his fingers in my cheeks to pucker my lips—“Do you see how pretty you look when you’re confidently taking my cock?”

“Yes, Suguru. Yes, I do.” I don’t care how pathetic I sound. When I’m being stuffed like this and this good, I’ll say anything to please him.

“Tell me you can take it, princess,” he orders, softly.

“I can take it, Suguru. I can take it.”

He smirks, kissing my lips. “Hm, that’s my girl. Go ahead. Use me to make yourself cum. Okay?”

I nod. He leans back with his arms spread across the head of my car seats to watch me. My hands took purchase on his broad chest while I continued to chase my release. Every bounce I made his tip kissed my g spot, having me moan and cry his name uncontrollably.

The intensity of his deep purple irises bores into me and I can’t look away. The way he looks at me. . . It’s doing indescribable things to me and my pussy. I flatten my feet on each of his sides and slowly jump up and down on his cock. I’m rewarded with a hiss and a quick kiss on my lips for being his good girl.

“I know many men would do anything to feel how good your pussy is. I don’t deserve this,” he rasps, massaging my bottom lip with his thumb. “Tell me I don’t deserve this pussy and that I should consider myself lucky, Y/N.”

Riding his cock while hearing his praises makes me feel powerful. Like I’m all he wants to worship.

“Y-You— fuck, Suguru —You don’t deserve m-my pussy,” I stammered, bouncing harder on him. “Be glad that you’re fucking me.”

Suguru abruptly thrust upwards, pulling a sharp cry from my throat. “Fuck, yes. Yes, I’m so glad you gave me this pussy again, baby,” he groans while holding my ass cheeks to spread. “Can I fuck you, angel? Please let me fuck you.” He asks me this but has already started pumping his cock inside of me.

“Yes, Suguru. God, fuck me. I’m right there!”

His balls swings against my ass the deeper he fucks into me. The tears that I had the last time we had sex returned, but this time they feel more intense because this fucking feels more intense. It’s like he has grown since the last time. His grips are more firm and his thrusts are more precise. I feel my juices and cream trickling down his cock, creating gushing noises that join our foreign moans. My car windows are up tight, but from anyone looking outside they would know what's going on by how the car rocks the harder he fucks me.

I cuff his cheeks and rest my forehead against his, shaking and whimpering that I’m about to cum because I feel the bubble in my stomach that is less than a minute away from exploding with my release.

How can I feel guilty about cheating on my husband while I’m being fucked like this—again.

“Best fucking pussy I ever had. I love how wet I make you, Y/N,” he breathes. “Cum for me, angel. Please , cum with me.”

And it was like that. . . Those three words caused my orgasm to wash over him while we cum together.

Suguru’s moans were harsh and hitched, slowing down his fervent thrusts while he finished emptying his release in the condom. Our lips met again to swallow how sweet and intoxicating our sounds of pleasure tastes. He nipped harshly on my tongue, and if I didn’t know any better, I was bleeding but I honestly don't care. It shows he’s possessive.

And I like that.

Having sex feels amazing, but there’s something about the after-high sex that does something to my body. I could tell Suguru feels the same way.

After we cleaned ourselves up, courtesy of the wipes that I keep in my glove department, Suguru and I sat in silence. How he was ogling me told me everything I needed to know.

“You want to do this again. Don’t you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I think we both do. You’re just denying it, and I don’t know why.”

“Because I’m ma-”

“Don’t tell me it’s because you’re married because, again, I do not care .” He enunciates every syllable of his last words to make them believable, which I find myself believing.

I look down at the pear-cut wedding ring on my finger that I used to cherish deeply, however, now I feel nothing but sadness when I look at it. Ten months have passed since my husband touched me. I don’t even remember the last time he said the words I love you to me. My marriage gives me security, but Suguru gives me. . . comfort . This is the second time we’ve had sex and I know my needs can be fulfilled by him.

Don’t do it, Y/N. Go work things out with your husband.

I’ve tried.

I’ve tried to for over a year. It just doesn’t feel the same anymore. Eventually, I’ll ask for a divorce, but for now—I think I’ll enjoy myself.

“Okay. . .”

“Okay?” He repeats, questioning.

“Just sex, Suguru. No romantic feelings. No dates. Nothing intimate. Just sex. Don’t think I’m going to leave my husband for you because I’m not. I’m making that clear now, and if you can’t agree to my terms, then I’m serious. . . You won’t see me again.”

He smirks, leaning over to kiss me. “That fucking spicy attitude of yours is going to drive me insane, especially when I know how sweet you sound when you cum on my cock.”

I swat his chest, playfully. “Suguru, I’m serious.”

I may or may not know what I’m getting myself into, but I know I’m more than sure about telling my husband. Despite how fucked up my marriage is right now, we’ve never had lies, and that’s not something I’m planning on starting.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ Later that evening. . .

The sounds of cutlery kissing plates and pouring wine into a glass are all I can hear while I have dinner with my husband. The silence is so loud, I’m convinced I can hear every piece of food that swallows down his throat. I’m surprised we’re even having dinner together. Usually, he grabs his plate and heads into his office. I guess he’s tired of eating alone with his thoughts. But why was he so eager for me to come home just to not utter one word to me?

Not a kiss on the cheek.

Not a hug.

Not waiting in the living room for me.

Was all he needed for his sweet trophy wife to come home to make dinner for him?

My eyes pierce his head while I sip on my third glass of wine. I study the man I’m foolishly still madly in love with.

Toji Zen'in.

Memories of those strong arms that are decorated with ink, being wrapped around me at night, play in my mind. When there was a time my soul felt at peace when he looked at me with those jade-colored hues that resembled a rainforest. His midnight locks I tucked my fingers in every time he was in my depths making sweet love to me. Even his jasmine and citrus scent still does something to me. I remember how he makes me feel.

Made me feel.

Looking at him and having sex with Suguru made me realize I have a type.

Dark-haired assholes with tattoos that know how to please me.

Just my luck.

“Something’s wrong?” His deep voice breaks me from my thoughts.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re just staring at me.”

I scoffed. “Didn’t think there was an issue looking at my husband. That’s what you are to me, no?”

He shifts in his chair. “No, there isn’t an issue, and yes I’m your husband, but you’re staring at me like you have something to say.”

“Well, I don’t.”

“Alright.”

Here goes that unnecessary tension.

I decided to keep the conversation going. “So why did you text me when I’m coming home?”

“Didn’t think there was an issue with wanting to know when my wife is coming home.” This motherfucker.

“Toji, stop fucking with me. Look at your message thread and tell me when’s the last time you asked me when I’m coming home, let alone ask me anything at all.”

“Again, is there something you want to get off your chest, Y/N? What’s up with all this anim-”

“I’m having an affair.” I blurted.

“. . . What?” He asks, but I know he heard me. Maybe he’s trying to make sure he heard correctly. So I’ll repeat myself.

“An affair. I’m having one.”

He flexes his fingers around the glass of water, and seeing how his veins protruded, I could tell this wasn’t the news he was expecting to hear. I mean, who would want to hear from their spouse that they’re cheating?”

His jaw clenches. “With who? Where’d you meet him?”

“Some guy I met at the bar.”

“What’s his name?”

I arch my brow. “Why does it matter?”

“Y/N. Stop fucking with me. What’s his name?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Geto Suguru.”

He nods, sipping on his water. “For how long?”

“Not long. Met him last month. Left it at that, then I ran into him today .”

“So you didn’t answer my text because you were too busy being some motherfucker’s cum bucket?”

His harsh words hit me with full force causing me to jump. I feel my heart being squeezed and tears pricking my eyes. In no shape or form am I justifying my sins, but being referred to as a cum bucket was not what I expected.

“Fuck you, Toji,” I hissed. I grabbed my empty dish and excused myself to the kitchen to clean up.

“ Shit . . . Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t-”

I turned around. “Yes, you did. Don’t tell you didn’t because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have said it.”

Toji gets up and strides toward me. “How else do you expect me to react when my wife of seven fucking years tells me she’s cheating on me? Tell me!”

“You can be mad. You can look at me differently or I don’t know, at all. But a cum bucket Toji? Really?” My voice breaks while tears watered down my cheeks. “When was the last time you touched me? Look at me. Said you love me? When was the last time, huh?”

He sighs. “Y/N, you know I love you. Don’t say that.”

“Do I?”

“Unbelievable,” he mutters to himself. “You fucking cheat on ME and now you’re trying to flip this on me?”

“No one’s flipping shit, Toji! I’m telling you why I did it. I’m not justifying my infidelity. It may sound like I am, but I’m not,” I tell him. “I just don’t feel like your wife anymore. This ring says we’re married, but how I feel says otherwise.”

He shakes his head. “And what the fuck do you mean by having ? You’re still going to see this motherfucker?”

I looked away.

That should answer him.

“Y/N. . . I’m going to leave now. I’ll be back when I feel like it, and when I do, I hope you reconsider the answer you just gave me before acting on it.”

I scrunched my brows together. “Are you— Are you threatening me? ”

“Oh, no. Not you, sweetheart. Definitely not you.” Those were the last words he said to me before he walked out the door, slamming it so hard, a few of our frames falls to the tiled floor.

I know Toji. I’m very aware of his past and his threats are more like promises. I can’t help but stand there and think I should reconsider this affair because I don’t need to be the reason why someone gets killed.

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luvyeni · 2 years ago

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hey lovee can you do a "giving a handjob to the dreamies" please ? love you <33

—｛🎂｝GIVING THEM A HANDJOB; W/ NCT DREAM

pairings. OT7!dream x fem!reader

wc. 0.4k

warnings. handjob, light sommo, shower activites, public settings?

synopsis. different scenarios of giving nct dream and handjob

—｛🍰｝... MARK ⋮ !

you watched your boyfriend exit the bathroom , a towel wrapped around his waist ,water dripping down his abs. "you up baby, i didn't mean to wake you." he bent down kissing you.

"you didn't wake me." you sat up , slipping your hand through the towel. "baby , you know i have to be at practice, we can't right now." he hissed as you grabbed his cock. "but you're hard , i just wanted to help you before you left." you pouted stroking his cock, he looked down at you, cursing , letting the towel fall. "fuck baby, hurry so i wont be late."

his head was knocked back , lip between his teeth as you stroked his red cock. "fuck , baby just a little more , im gonna cum." you bent down , putting his tip into your mouth , as he came . "ngh, fuck! " he looked down at you as you swallowed his cum, showing him.

"fuck baby you're gonna kill me , i don't even want to into work anymore"

—｛🍰｝... RENJUN ⋮ !

you woke up to your boyfriend rutting his cock against your ass , you smirked turning to face him , your hand , travelling down to his pajamas pants , slipping your hands into his underwear, grabbing his hard cock.

he whined in his sleep , bucking up into your hand. "p..please." he moaned in his sleep , grinding up into your hands. his eyes began to flutter open as you kissed and nipped at his neck. "b..baby?" he moaned realizing what was going on. "you were having a naughty dream."

"fuck baby im gonna cum." his hips stuttered as he came into your hands , making a mess in his pajamas. "fuck baby , good morning." he kissed your lips , making his way under the covers , pulling down your pants , kissing your clothed clit.

"how about i pay you back."

—｛🍰｝... JENO ⋮ !

"baby , im playing the game right now." he whispered as your hand slipped into his pants. "you can stil play , just pretend im not here." you smirked , pulling his cock from his shorts , spitting on to his tip , he hissed. "shit."

you smirked , stroking his cock as he had to come up with an excuse to whoever he was playing with. "sh..shut the fuck up and play the game you didn't hear anything." he glared at you , as you smiled , speeding up your movements.

jeno was barely holding it together , trying not to groan into the mic as you stroked his leaking cock. "jeno , what the fuck are you doing , you're letting us get killed!" haechan screeched into the mic. "s..stop fucking complaining , im trying." he felt himself about to cum. "ngh! " cum coated your hands, you smiled , licking it off your hands , he covered the mic , turning to you.

"when im done with this im fucking you into the mattress, i swear im getting you back."

—｛🍰｝... HAECHAN ⋮ !

you should've known something was up , when haechan said he wanted to shower with you , you told him no funny business , but that did stop him from guiding your hand to his hard cock.

"haechan i told you we don't have time." "please , just a handjob, please i'm so hard." you gave in , wrapping your hand around his cock , he groaned. "fuck baby , just like that." he held on to the shower door , as you began to stroke his cock.

"b..baby fuck a little faster." he hissed as you began to pick up the pace. "does that feel good?" you kissed his neck. "y..yes , fuck yes baby, im gonna cum." you swiped your thumb across his slit and he came with a jerk of his hips. "fuck."

"i promise to eat you out all night when we get back."

—｛🍰｝... JAEMIN ⋮ !

"naughty baby, what are you doing?" jaemin smirked as your hand crept down , palming his cock while you two layed in bed. "you're alway getting me off whenever i want so i just wanted to help you out." you pouted , jaemin smiled.

"you really want to get nana off?" he hovered above you you nodded , sticking your hands into his shorts , he hissed as you grabbed his cock , pulling his pants just a bit to pull him out , stroking his cock. "i do."

his hand dipped down into your shorts , running his fingers along your folds. "then nana will get you off too." one of his fingers prodding at your hole. you stroking his cock , him finger , you both got each other off. "n..nana it feels good." he smirked. "you're making nana feel good too -shit- im gonna cum , ngh! " cum covered your hand and stomach where your shirt had ridden up ,jaemin sped up his movements making you moan.

"now let nana repay you."

—｛🍰｝... CHENLE ⋮ !

chenle bit the inside of his cheek , trying not to show how angry and turned on he was as you stroked his cock under the table in front of his friends at lunch.

"bro, you okay?" mark asked the boy. "baby you look sick and your face is all red are you okay?" he wanted to fuck that smirk right off your smug face , but you just squeezed the base of his cock containing on. "i..im fine." he said through clenched teeth.

you speed up your movements , he held the glass of his drink , he could swear he could hear it crack as he felt the pressure in his abdomen to build up , he bucked up into your hand , taking a sip of his drink to cover up the moan he let out as he came. he angrily handed you a tissue , whispering in your ear.

"when we get home im gonna fuck you until you're squirming away from my cock , i swear to god."

—｛🍰｝... JISUNG ⋮ !

your hand traveled in between your bodies as you sat on jisung's lap as he left little red marks littered all across your neck and collarbone , clearly it had crossed the line of just a make-out. unbuckling his pants , he pulled away as you started making your way into his pants.

"f..fuck baby , you don't have to." but you just shut him up with a kiss , pulling his hard cock out from his sweats. "i want to." you pulled him into another kiss , swallowing up any moans as you stroked his cock. you pulled away , kissing his jaw just as he did yours. "sh..shit baby that feels good."

you could feel him slowly bucking his hips up into your hand. "b..baby , in gonna cum." he moaned as he felt the coil in his abdomen snap. "fuck!" he cursed as cum spurted from his cock , landing on your hand , some on both of your clothes.

"fuck , let's go cleaned up , i can repay you in the shower."

©️LUVYENI

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quaranmine · 1 year ago

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hot take but like why are we as a society still using lead in manufacturing processes in 2024...

anyway tldr of this is that you are not being exposed to lead unless the circular piece on the bottom of the cup is damaged. so, owning a cup like this will likely not result in lead exposure. this is similar to the fact that in older housing where lead paint has been painted over in subsequent decades, and that paint is in good condition, then it is not a risk. lead based paint only becomes an issue when it is deteriorating (chipping, cracking, peeling, chalking, etc) or being turned into dust during renovation activites. so yeah, in a similar way--you aren't going to get lead poisoning unless the steel compontent on this water bottles comes off.

but also this article says that these lead pellets that are used in the cups are an "industry standard" and i'm like: why? WHY is it industry standard in 2024? at least with lead pipes and lead based paint, we're just dealing with issues from prior decades. but this is current so there is a conscious decision to still use lead in products. also, i don't know enough about this subject (bottle manufacturing) to know why they prefer to use lead for this step, or where in the world they manufacture the cups, but my other concern is that even though the general public will likely not be exposed if it's covered, there are still workers who have to handle it during production.

anyway, i just find that i am constantly learning about more places that lead gets found and it's just. sigh. i know lead has many appealing properties which is why it is constantly found everywhere in everything but at this point it's incredibly clear that no benefits outweigh its risks....

#anyway. assimilating this into brain so that the next time i do public outreach i can answer this question lmao #it pays (quite literally for me) to learn as many of these sources as possible #so now i also get to tell parents they should be careful about their steel tumbler bottles getting damaged...#havent done enough research yet to determine if this is All brands or just stanley & the ones mentioned in the consumer product safety site #but it seems to be a common component of steel insulated bottles #will have to do more research later

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ips-northstar-official · 11 months ago

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So, I know you're all more in the *space* ship business but I was poking around the various corpos and wondering if you had anything suited to aquatic commando activites, normally for stealth I would consider SSC but I've found the biotic components in their mechs are prone to malfunctioning in super deep cold waters, and since rugged reliability is your whole thing I thought you'd have some good stuff. - Vencel "Strange Cargo" Crewson

Hello Strange Cargo!

You’re in luck! As our base of operations is located on Carina, an ocean planet with occasionally very tumultuous conditions, we happen to be experts on aquatic operations.

All of our mechs come standard with our patented ALS/20 “Red October” Anti-leak system, which consists of a series of redundant seals and reinforcements which help to keep you dry and not crushed while you work!

We also sell the ALS/15 “Seawolf” for easy integration with other manufacturers’ mechs, and the ALS/35 “Mariana” for pressures in excess of 500 atm.

#lancer rpg #lancerrpg

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teaberrii · 1 year ago

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Chapter 4: Shall We Date...?

After ending a five-year relationship, you pour all your energy into work. Your latest assignment? Staying at a popular bed-and-breakfast to gather information. It should be a piece of cake... If only the owner isn't the man you scolded on the street.

Jing Yuan/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“...My ex-wife.”

You sit up for what feels like the tenth time that night. It has been hours since you and Jing Yuan parted ways, but you still can’t get that out of your head. You’d wanted to ask, but was that too personal? Regardless, you didn’t get a chance as Yanqing and Pom had woken up.

Now, you're left with a million questions. But, this means Jing Yuan isn't gay. Or, maybe he’s pan, bi, or—

You sigh loudly and fall back onto the bed. Does his ex-wife still work at Star Rails Hotel? Who is she? A manager? Or, just another regular employee like you? How long were they together? What happened—

You sit up. This is getting out of hand. Your eyes are dying to rest, but your mind’s running laps. You get out of bed and slip on a thin jacket over your PJs. Then, off you go to get some much-needed fresh air.

The air is crisp and chilly, calming your mind in ways that lying in bed can never accomplish. Eventually, you come across a pool where the dim glow of the lights inside the water makes it look almost ethereal. You’re walking along the side of the pool when you hear a woman’s voice.

“Can’t sleep either?” You look towards the white beach chairs just as March lifts her sunglasses to the top of her head. She’s looking at you with a small smile. “Join the club.”

“What’s with the sunglasses?” you ask in amusement, coming up to take the empty chair beside her. “Not judging, just wondering.”

“I was hoping it’d help me get some sleep, but then someone showed up out of the blue.” March sits up, her thin, airy blazer moving to the side. She says she’s here to get some sleep, but with her crop top and shorts, you think she's ready for a swim. “What’s keeping you awake, Femme Fatale? Is it a guy, hm?” She leans forward and whispers, “Is it Boss?”

“...Are you talking about Jing Yuan?”

“Who else?”

You cross one leg over the other. “What makes you think that?”

“I saw the way you two were looking at each other at the dinner table.” She chuckles. “Nothing escapes my eyes.”

“Well, he’s been a nice guy so far,” you admit, looking at the pool.

“Hey…” When you turn back, March is looking at you with curiosity. “Are you trying to find some faults in him or something?”

“It’s not that. It’s…” Then, you give her a deadpan look. “You’re asking a whole lot of questions, March.”

She laughs. “Sorry. To make up for my rudeness, is there anything you’d like to know?”

Well…

“Why do you call him Boss?”

March leans back and looks out at the pool. You sense there's a personal story behind the nickname as the silence is not what you’re expecting. Then, March says, “Long story, but we were guests when he was still getting this B&B off the ground.” She turns to you. “...Back then, I was still active.” Active? “Judging from your expression, you still don’t know who I am, huh?”

“You’re March, right? That influencer—”

Just as the man’s words come back to you, March says, “March 7th reporting for duty!”

Wait a minute.

Your eyes widen. “You’re March 7th?!”

“Gosh, took you long enough.” She sighs. “Then again, I can’t blame you.”

March 7th. She was a popular online influencer in her early twenties who disappeared from the Internet after multiple scandals.

‘Fake’ Rich Girl Cancelled

Scandal-ridden Influencer Upcoming Appearance Cancelled

Online Influencer Stops Activites After Unreal Discovery…

You’ve heard of her and seen her ads in department stores. While you weren’t a fan, per se, you knew that she was known for her popular videos that showcased her “idol-like” visuals and talent. She sang and danced and appeared on reality shows. You vaguely remember hearing from your friends that she was caught smoking or promoting fake products. There were more accusations, but you didn't pay much attention as you had your life to worry about.

Regardless, you remember her being much skinnier with long hair. Her makeup style was also a lot bolder than what it is now. That was years ago. Now her features have matured, but when you look closely, you can see it. The essence of who she used to be.

While you don’t remember what caused her online career to plummet, you’re at a loss for words. You never thought in your wildest dreams you’d meet someone like March 7th.

“...You’re not going to ask?”

“About your scandals?” You’re curious, no doubt. “That’s none of my business. But, I just…” Then, quietly, “It’s crazy to think that a celebrity is in front of me right now.”

“Looks like my hunch about you was right.” She puts her hands on the chair. “You’re not the type that goes crazy over celebrities and whatnot.”

“I like to think I’m past that phase, thank you very much.”

You and March quietly laugh. Then, she takes out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She slides it open and offers you one. You politely decline. To your surprise, she puts it back inside her pocket instead of lighting one.

“...Anyway, to answer your question, Jing Yuan helped me out of a bad place.”

It was the early hours of a cloudy day when March went out for a smoke. She lit a cigarette and took a drag just as she saw a shirtless Jing Yuan working in the garden. Did he really not recognize her? He’d treated her like any other person. She wasn’t a failed celebrity or a girl with "issues." She was just like everyone else.

March walked over and continued watching him. She’d seen her fair share of physically attractive older men. But maybe it was because of the industry she was in that most of them were sleazy or had ulterior motives. Yet what she’d seen of Jing Yuan so far... He was none of those things but a hardworking, upstanding guy.

Jing Yuan stood and turned around. “Do you need something?”

“Your attention would be nice.” Jing Yuan raised a brow, and March chuckled. “I’m just kidding.” Then, she took another drag. “...You don’t happen to have a map of the island, do you? It’s my first time here.”

“You can find one at the reception counter. Pom should have some—”

“Already checked,” March lied. “Do you have any at your office?”

Jing Yuan walked up to her, and March awkwardly avoided his eyes. “You checked, huh?”

“...Yup.”

But, instead of calling her out on her lie, he put on a shirt and said, “...Follow me.”

When they walked side-by-side, she casually asked, “Why don’t you hire someone to do all this manual labour for you?”

“Someone’s curious.”

March shrugged. “Just something I observed. You have a few workers here and there, but you’re still doing a lot of the management stuff yourself.” She looked around at the guests who were enjoying a casual BBQ or casually strolling around the resort. “But, this place looks like it’s doing well enough for you to hire a few extra people.”

“For someone on holiday, you sure are paying a lot of attention to what’s happening around here.”

Jing Yuan opened a door to the cabin designed like a mini office. But, before March could follow him inside, he said, "...Wait here."

She stepped closer to him and her body was inches away from his. "What if I don't want to?"

"Then you'd be trespassing, and I could kick you out."

March almost felt offended at how unamused he sounded. "...Do you know who I am?"

"Are you here for the map or not?"

March sighed and walked off the porch. "Go on. I'll wait here."

When Jing Yuan came back out, March was sitting on a rock, looking bored as hell. He walked over and handed the map to her. "This one has a few day trip recommendations so you'll have ideas of what you can do."

March stood and took it from him. Then, she crossed her arms. "Sounds like you're trying to kick me out."

"That wasn't my intention. You're free to stay, of course. But, it would be a waste to spend your entire day at the resort. There's a lot to see."

Sensing his genuine kindness, March frowned. “You aren’t scared your reputation’s going to plummet because you’re housing an unruly celebrity?"

“If I was, I wouldn't have let you stay here."

"So you do know who I am," she said, narrowing her eyes.

“No matter who you are, you’re a guest like everyone else. Why would I treat you any differently?”

There’s so much to unpack that you don’t know where to start.

“I kinda wanted to flirt with him, if I’m being honest," March says, leaning back. "But, after he said that, it made me realize that I was young and dumb.”

“...How so?”

“The rumours about me that were going around at the time… Not all of them were true. But, I started believing all the nasty things people were calling me." March sighs. “I won’t bore you with details, but Jing Yuan was a stranger. Him treating me just like any other person made me see things a little differently. Maybe he was judging me back then, but if a stranger could see past that, why couldn’t I do it for myself?”

“You seem to be doing a lot better now,” you say with a little smile.

“I am, but I’d like to attribute that to my hard work. It has nothing to do with Jing Yuan.” She laughs. “But, yeah, I mean… it’s in the past and we get a good laugh about it now.”

“I never thought you’d be into older men, though, if I’m being honest.”

March leans forward. “Jing Yuan ages like fine wine, I swear. We’d never mix well, but I was so shocked to hear about his divorce.”

“...Was he married when you, uh…”

March raises her hands as if declaring innocence. “I knew nothing about a wife and a kid back then. If I knew, I wouldn’t have flirted with him. Wasn’t a few years later that I found out. It’s still a shock to many people.” March lies back on the chair. “He hasn’t seen anyone since... probably because he was so busy trying to get this business off the ground that he had no time for things like that."

The skies have brightened, and from over the horizon, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds.

“Hey.” You turn to March who has a curious sparkle in her eyes. She asks, “What do you think of Jing Yuan?”

“...He seems like a good guy.”

March rolls her eyes. “Girl, give me the tea. Do you think he’s hot?”

You don’t get a chance to answer when you and March see someone enter the pool area. Jing Yuan’s shirtless, but it isn’t just his toned body that takes your breath away. The abstract dragon tattoo that runs from his shoulder to his chest looks like it's handpainted. He looks in your direction, and unbeknownst to you, March waves at him.

“Out for your morning swim?” she asks.

Jing Yuan slips on a black beach blazer and walks over. “What are you two doing up so early?”

“What do you think? None of us could sleep.”

Jing Yuan looks at you. “Why’s that? Is it a problem with the room?”

“The room’s fine,” you say, looking away, your face feeling slightly hot.

March glances from you to Jing Yuan and back to you. Then, she takes out her phone and sees the flurry of messages. “Ah… I’d better head back,” she says, standing. “Will you two be okay?”

“What makes you think we won't?” Jing Yuan asks.

“Oh, I know you’ll be fine, Boss,” March looks at you and chuckles. “Well, toodles!”

Jing Yuan puts a hand inside his pocket as he watches her run off. Then, he sits in the chair in front of you. “...Don’t tell me I did something to upset you, Corporal.”

You finally turn his way. “What makes you think that?”

“Seems like you didn’t want to look at me for a bit there.” You can’t help but look at his dragon tattoo. Then, his low voice comes again. “Curious?”

You look up and see him looking at you with interest. “A little.”

Jing Yuan smiles and looks down. “Well, why don’t I make you a deal?”

“...What kind of a deal?”

He nods at the pool. “Take a swim with me, and I’ll tell you about it.”

“I’m in my PJs if you haven’t noticed.”

“Don’t tell me you came to a resort without bringing a swimsuit.”

“I came here for work.” Jing Yuan continues looking at you until you cave. “...Okay, I did bring something.”

Jing Yuan chuckles. “You’re right, though. You’re here for work. But, if you need to relax, the pool’s always open… most of the time.”

You slightly smile. “Are you here every morning?”

“Every other day. Otherwise, I go for a run.”

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or call you crazy.”

“Why not both?”

“Because that’s being too nice,” you deadpan.

“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

"What gave it away?" You rub your eyes. "Sorry. I can really feel the fatigue kicking in.”

“Go back and get some sleep.”

You sigh and stand. “But, breakfast’s in an hour.” You don’t need to guess that you’re going to oversleep.

“...Text me when you’re awake.”

You look at Jing Yuan who’s also standing now. “Why?”

“Special service.”

“...Special service?”

“If you want to go out and grab something to eat when you’re awake, that’s fine. Or…” Your eyes widen when he leans slightly closer and whispers in your ear, “...The owner can cook something for you in a private kitchen. No pressure.”

“Private… kitchen?” You narrow your eyes. “Trying to butter up the enemy, huh?”

“Enemy?” He chuckles. “If that’s how you want to put it. But”—he smiles mischievously—”you’re going have to do a little better to get secrets out of me.”

“Who said anything about secrets?”

“It’s why you’re here, aren’t you?” Then, he leans upright. “Good luck, Corporal.”

You watch Jing Yuan walk and dive with perfect form into the swimming pool. Now you’re not just tired. You’re also a little annoyed… but excited?

◆◆◆

By the time you’re awake, it’s a little past noon.

You wash up and change into comfortable clothes before opening your phone and seeing a bunch of texts from your friends. You forgot you left your phone on silent and didn’t bother checking it. Some are from your mom, asking how everything’s been. So, you give her a call.

“Are you having too much fun that you forgot all about me?” she jokes.

“It’s why I’m calling you now.”

You get her up to speed with what’s been happening, including that you are friends with the owner of the B&B. Of course, you don’t go into details about the… flirting that’s been happening.

“Sounds like you’ve been having fun.”

“More or less.”

“...Do you know that he’s been trying to reach me?”

“Who?”

As soon as your mom says your ex’s name, you frown. “...He really wants to get back in touch with you.”

“Mom, I thought I told you to block him.”

“I did! But one of your friends reached out and… He wants you to give him another chance."

You scoff. “That’s not going to happen." A small pause. "I’ll deal with this. I won’t let them harass you anymore.”

You sigh loudly when you end the call. This is not how you imagined to start the day. Jing Yuan suddenly flashes in your mind, and you slightly shake your head.

You’re thinking about the best course of action when you head outside and hear overlapping voices. The closer you get to the stone villa, the louder it gets. Then, you see a small crowd surrounding two tall men who look like clones of one another. Both have a handsome face. But one has green eyes and long black hair that reminds you of an elegant prince while the other has short black hair and dull blue eyes. A short distance away, Welt is watching with vague amusement. When he sees you, he waves.

“...What’s going on?” you ask, walking up.

“Ah… Let me apologize for the commotion on behalf of my friends,” Welt says.

“Your friends?”

You look closer, and you swear you’ve seen them before. They’ve just finished taking a photo with two girls when the man with the long hair notices you. He walks past one woman and up to you.

“Is this the woman you and March were talking about?” he asks.

“My latest inspiration and the woman who stood up for March? Yes.”

When the man smiles at you, your heart almost skips a beat. “Hi.” He holds out a hand.

You awkwardly take it. “Hi… You’re not going to give me a name?”

The man looks a little surprised as if you should know who he is.

“...Clearly, my brother’s head is still in the clouds.” The other one walks over and gives you a little smile. “My name’s Dan Heng. This is my brother, Dan Feng.”

Where have you heard those names before…?

“They’re athletes,” Welt says as if reading your mind.

That’s when it hits you, and you gasp.

“Didn’t you compete in the Global Games?”

“That’s right,” Dan Feng answers. “Two-time fencing and kendo gold medalists.”

Your jaw almost drops.

“Welt and March told us about you,” Dan Heng says.

“We’ve been curious,” Dan Feng adds. Then, with a little smile, he says, “You’re prettier than they described.”

Your eyes widen at the unexpected compliment.

“...What are you doing?” Dan Heng deadpans.

“What? I’m being honest.”

Welt and Dan Heng roll their eyes just as you hear, “...You’re awake.”

You turn around and see Jing Yuan dressed in a fitted, V-neck, dark gray shirt and white pants.

Dan Feng chuckles. “Don’t tell me you have a date with the owner.”

“That’s…” You remember your mom and your annoyingly persistent ex. Then, you're hit with an interesting but workable idea. Before Jing Yuan can say anything, you say, “...Could we talk?”

As the brothers watch you and Jing Yuan walk into the stone villa, Dan Heng side-eyes his brother. “Don’t be getting any weird ideas.”

“You hurt me, Brother. Why do you always think the worst of me?”

Dan Heng sighs. “Because you never prove me otherwise.” Then, he sees Welt looking in the direction you and Jing Yuan had walked off. “...Welt? Is something wrong?”

Welt turns back. “Oh, no. I… just had a thought.”

“Inspiration, perhaps?” Dan Feng asks.

“...Something like that.”

Pom greets you and Jing Yuan with a salute when you enter the lobby. Then, in a cheery voice, he takes the receptionist’s phone call.

“If you want privacy, we can talk on the patio,” Jing Yuan says.

Sure, why not? It’ll give you a chance to gather your thoughts.

Jing Yuan leads you upstairs, and despite Pom’s professionalism on the phone, his eyes are following your every move. Jing Yuan opens a set of doors that leads to a rooftop patio that has a fireplace and some couches and chairs.

“...I got a call from my mom today,” you say, sitting on the adjacent couch.

“Is everything okay?”

“...Apparently, my ex’s been bothering her.”

“...That’s not a good sign.”

“My friends have been texting me about unblocking him, too. And…” You sigh and look away. “...Getting a bit off topic there. But, just to get them off my back for now, could you…” Gosh, this sounded a lot better in your head.

“You want me to play the fake boyfriend?”

“I mean… You don’t have to do anything. It’s not like they’re actually here, so—”

Jing Yuan leans forward and looks at you with a little smile. “That’s true, but I don’t like to half-ass anything.”

Your pulse quickens as he continues looking at you. “I’m also looking for other ways to get him off my back, but I'd appreciate the help.”

“If it escalates, you could file a police complaint.”

“...I hope it won’t get that far,” you mutter. You lean back. “We may have broken up, but… we were friends for years before we dated. Just kinda sucks that’s all gone too.”

“If you remained friends with him… do you think that friendship would continue to last?”

“...Hard to say.”

“Sometimes, we outgrow our friends, and ending things with them may not be as ugly as relationships but..."

"It still hurts... if not more," you finish. Then, you glance at him, thinking whether to ask him about his ex-wife when Jing Yuan’s phone goes off.

He reaches into his pocket and looks at the screen. Then, he looks at you apologetically. “I have a meeting.”

“Ah, no worries. Sorry for keeping you.”

“...Looks like my special service will have to come a little later,” he says, standing.

“You were serious about that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

You stand and shrug. “I thought you were just saying it. Seems a little much.”

Then, he leans over and suddenly kisses your cheek. “Well, you’re not just a guest anymore, are you?” When you see him looking at you, your face feels warm. “...As I said, I don’t like to half-ass anything.”

This is just temporary. You’re here for work.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, at least.

Chapter 5

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