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shirefantasies · 5 months ago

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Marti it is Moss *does small dance* sending in a Hobbit imagine should it strike your fancy to answer. If not feel free to delete you come first and foremost! Your blog is always a delight and i read everything you post like its the morning newspaper.

Im wondering if you would write a hobbit headcanon for a reader who uses a mobility aid like forearm crutches!

I myself use forearm crutches (named Catcher and Holder a la Dwalin) for dizziness and weakness due to neurological issues, but there are many reasons for their use from joint pain to hypermobility. Sometimes people use them all the time and other times they are only used when they have flare ups (some have to have them available all the time in case of The Return tm)

Sometimes you use one and sometimes you use two. All depends on condition severity, needs,what youre doing, and preference

Even when you have a flare up you may not prefer to use them for short distances ie in your house some people choose not to. I use mine on the steps unless im doing something hazardous and dont want to risk a fall (and be able to walk in general)which ive become prone to over the last two years.

You still live your life and do what you do sometimes its a bit different other times its not. Sometimes you have a stick or two.

You can make a lot of fun decorations and functional tools like cupholders and pouches for your crutches and stickers make them unique and customizable. Honestly the biggest challenge for me is mugs and stairs+ other two handed tasks 😩 let me see someone smack a warg protecting their bestie and then lament not planning their cuppa retrieval rofl.

Im wondering how our lads would have a time with this- not acceptance wise as i know Dwarves are very accepting. More along lines of shenanigans wholesome fun bonding the good daily stuff that you write so beautifully and capture each one of them so well!

Thank you so much and if you have any questions please feel free to reach out

🌿🏹moss🏹🌿

Hello Moss 🥰💚 OMG Catcher and Holder that's perfectttt! Sorry this post is so fuckin long in the making but hopefully you enjoy it and this captures it well! I confess I don't personally use a mobility aid at this time so I may not have the greatest frame of reference 😅 but yeah I hope you like these little moments! *does small exit dance in return*

Warnings: canon typical violence in some

Thorin's Company + Reader With Mobility Aids

Balin

“Might I ask who built that?” Polite as ever, Balin motioned to the chair upon which you had affixed a pair of wheels. “I did,” you answered, “I was the only person in my little village who needed something like this.” “Well, you are quite the craftsman. Would that you had no ties to your hometown and the Lonely Mountain could snap you up! You could see those skills built up tenfold.” “R-really? I came here to Laketown for something just like that! But I’ll confess I think you will be a far better teacher.” Winking, you gave Balin a smile he mirrored. “You’re resilient. Smart as a whip, too! It would be my honor.” “And after all,” you added, “If anyone would know how to mount a crossbow on the arms, it would be dwarves!” At that, even as polite a dwarf as Balin could hardly help bursting into a wicked grin.

Dwalin

“Nice axes.” “Forged them myself,” Dwalin answered with a nod, “Grasper and Keeper. One grasps your soul, the other keeps it.” “How funny,” you remarked, raising your forearm crutches, “I call these Catcher and Holder. Same idea only with the body. Suppose that isn’t nearly as impressive, though.” “Impressive?” Dwalin burst out. “We’ve all got our battle scars. Our wounds. Never be ashamed of that. The fact that you’re still up ‘n’ going? Be proud. I can show you plenty o’ scars myself!” At that last bit, Dwalin began lifting up his tunic to reveal toned skin paled in some places and darkened in others by all manner of scars and at that, you couldn’t help shyly laughing. Proud indeed.

Thorin

Yes, the king had not denied you entry into his company when Gandalf had recommended you, but he had raised and furrowed his regal brow in the skeptical look all but branded into your mind. He’d asked Gandalf if he was certain, and from then on the fire in your heart blazed. Certainly Thorin treated you as an equal, giving you the tasks he gave all others, but he had been yet to see you in battle and you knew that was where your proof would solidify. In fact, the first time wargs closed in upon you, you were one of the first to run back at them. Hearing the way Thorin called your name, but thoroughly ignoring it in favor of landing a solid crack upon the nearest adversary's skull. Luckily your body was having a better day anyway despite all the walking, because you spun and smashed your way through the orc pack, especially once you saw the way one bowled Bofur and Dori over. Fire took over your heart and eyes as you swung your mace until you could swing no more, all but deaf to the cracking of heads and the clattering of your allies’ blades through that pounding adrenaline. At the end of it all, Thorin approached you, his expression surprisingly mild. Then it broke into a smile. “The wizard was right about you,” he told you, clapping a hand to your shoulder, “Invaluable in all respects indeed.”

Oin

“Oh, that’s clever, that is!” “My eyes are up here,” you quipped, crossing your arms and smiling sardonically down at the dwarf bent over peering at your wheels. At that, Oin tilted his head up to look back at you, giving a raucous heh heh heh of laughter. “Never seen anything like this lot before,” he commented, shaking his head and running a hand over the frame of your chair, “You’d think dwarves’d be the first to make ‘em! ‘S beautiful.” Your lips parted wordlessly for a few moments before you spoke, head still slightly tilted. “Beautiful?” “Course!” Oin replied, smiling widely as he rose to his feet again. “A real beauty for sure. A marvel, actually. It is quite the privilege to get to see it in action!” “No one has ever told me that before,” you replied quietly, a smile spreading across your lips.

Gloin

Orcs rushed you from every side, sending you scrambling as fast as your crutches could support you. Carrying a sword aside it all was about as unwieldy as one imagined, but you knew no different. In fact, your best strike that fight had nearly taken a whole arm off. Catching sight of you, though, the nearest of your blood-spattered adversaries grinned and gave a savage kick, sending your crutches flying from beneath you. Teetering, you pitched forward, trying to catch yourself with one arm and steady your sword with the other as the shout rang out. “You think you’re so clever, you great filthy buzzard? I don’t think so!” With a savage growl of his own, Gloin flew into the fray, and with a violent swing of his axe the orc’s head was sent unceremoniously tumbling to the dirt. “Serves ‘m right, eh?” Gloin asked with a smug look as he extended a hand, helping you up, handing you your crutches, and even gently dusting you off.

Bifur

You had seen the way he glanced your way. How his eyes traced the lines of the crutches extending from your forearms, the extensions of steel that made walking less painless. And running more painless if you were a charging warg on the receiving end of a bash to the face. Bifur had seen the way you slid your arms free to motion and sign to him, indicating the interesting things seen along the road. If you had a tendency to go nonverbal, he would aid you in removing your crutches when you needed to sign. Such things had been floating in your mind when you sat by his side, asked him if he understood in a way. You certainly felt understood in his presence, after all. Bifur glanced away with haste, but still you caught notice of tears in his dark eyes, just for a moment. A moment before the smile spread across his face and he leaned in, gently resting his forehead against yours- carefully, of course, so you barely felt the brush of the axe against your joined skin.

Bofur

“Bofur!” Uncaring how earsplitting your scream may have been, you charged forward, heaving one leg before the other as fast as you could while still keeping a hand on your walker. Which was faster than even you realized, sped by adrenaline and rage and urgency all pounding through your ears. Loading your crossbow again and again, you fired three successive shots into the assailant’s side, shoulder, and finally with the last you struck his ugly head and knocked him down onto his ass. For good. Sighing heavily, you leaned for just a moment on your walker frame before making your way to Bofur’s side, this time at a less painful pace, and turned it around to take a seat. Leaning down, you reached for his hand. “Bofur, are you alright?” “I am thanks to you,” he chuckled, his hazel eyes fixed upon you fondly, “Maybe I need to get myself one of those. Seems to aid the aim, having something to lean on.” Grinning and blinking back tears, you procured a cloth and a strip of bandage and started to dab away the blood on his shoulder.

Bombur

“Hope this isn’t rude…” You were surprised by the sound of Bombur's soft voice coming from your side, turning from the journal you wrote in and setting your implements aside. A part of you wanted to roll your eyes, well aware of all the 'not rude' inquiries you'd received over the years as to why you carried crutches, especially if some days you did not. However, knowing this one came from sweet Bombur softened you. He actually meant it. "...But what's the hardest part of having those?" You couldn't resist a snicker at the thought that immediately rose to your mind. "You'd really like to know?" "Yes," he nodded, "If I may." With another little snort, you smiled and told him, "Mugs." "Mugs?" "Mugs and stairs. Can't tell you the number of times I've spilled on my way up. Anything that takes two hands, really." "I see!" The conversation ended with Bombur's eyes lighting up. At least you thought it had ended... Several days later, he came shuffling up to you with that same sweetly eager glint and his hands behind his back. "I've made you something," he told you, pulling out an open cylinder of steel and unfolding another little piece from it, "Hope it works. It's a little mug holder. Go on, let's see if it fits." Snapping the little unfolding piece to your crutch, Bombur watched your face break into a grin as it remained in place. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me, Bombur. Thank you." "You deserve it," he replied, smiling fondly at you.

Dori

“I wouldn’t exactly mind having one of those.” “A cane?” You arched a brow. “I’ve always thought it made you look distinguished,” he admitted with a smile. “Now that is a new one,” you commented wryly, “All for use of my leg.” “Nothing wrong with it,” Dori shrugged, “We all do what we must. Seems a shame you’ve such a plain one, though.” At that, your proverbial ears perked up. “As opposed to what?” “Well,” he shrugged, “I don’t know. Haven’t you seen all the nice silver tips and things they put on canes?” “Ah,” you nodded, “I see what you mean! It is a bit of a shame I haven’t anything to decorate mine with, isn’t it?” “Haven’t anything? What do you call this?” With that emphasized last word, Dori reached behind into his pack and procured a little silver charm, one carved richly with dwarven runes and even centered with a little green stone. Fiddling at his back more, the dwarf also found a section of string and hastily tied it to your cane’s handle. “Now what do you call that?” He asked, waving a hand over the charm. “I have a bit of luster dust if you’d like something more.” Needless to say, it was the most fun night you’d had in those endless weeks of trekking.

Nori

Raising one eyebrow at Nori, you stared in skepticism as he held a hand out and repeated his request. “Your cane, please?” “How do I know you won’t just run off with it?” You shot back. “You’re sitting,” he pointed out, “Not like you really need it. Besides, do you really think I’d be so incorrigible a scoundrel as to make off with someone’s means of walkin’ for no reason?” Nori’s gaze slid upward from your carven wood cane back to your eyes, which remained as they were. “Second thought, don’t answer that. Just trust me, hm? You won’t regret it. Dwarf’s honor.” At the invoking of honor, an action infrequently taken by Nori, your brow lowered to form a more neutral, though inquisitive, expression as you handed your cane over. You were quickly distracted by conversation from Dori as you sat, folding your hands in both complacency and content and shivering a bit in the snow. The conversation continued for some time until an ‘A-ha!’ rang out and Nori came running back up, triumphantly hoisting your cane, to which he had crudely affixed one of his many knives. “And what,” you asked, “Is this?” Nodding beyond your night’s campground, Nori indicated the ice extending across the ground. “Aid in your trek! Can’t have you slipping, can you? Not that I won’t catch ya.” He winked.

Ori

“Your sticks!” Ori gasped, brown eyes wide with horror. “Where are they?” “My crutches?” Eyebrows sliding upward in amusement, you made your way toward the young dwarf, who was stitching a sock a handful of feet away. At that, he simply nodded, repairs completely abandoned upon his lap. "Oh, I simply had no need for them today," you answered with a small shrug of your shoulders. At that, Ori gave a curious little frown. “So you can walk some days?” “It isn’t only a matter of walking,” you chuckled, “Moreso that some days my pain and balance are worse.” “Like when Gloin’s leg bothers him?” Ori asked, face turning to childlike eagerness. “Or how Bifur doesn't talk some days?" A little smile spread across your face and your chest expanded with warmth. "Yes," you agreed, "Just like that, Ori."

Fili

Mind drifting off in tandem with the pulsing ache of your limbs, you gazed at the flicker of the fire, faintly drifting smoke curling into the air from pipes and the kindling itself. Your hands idly wrung your cane until the sensation of warmth brushing your leg drew you from your empty focus spiral. Shifting your gaze, you were met with the sight of Fili sitting at your side. "Think I might need one of those after today." Following his gaze, your eyes fell back down to your hands, more specifically the cane held there. "Your own mobility aid or the other?" At your last words, Fili quirked up a golden brow. "The other?" He repeated. Smirking proudly, you slid the end off your cane, revealing a sword hidden within. “The other,” you repeated once more with emphasis, “Guess you weren’t paying attention to how I heaved so many goblins off that bridge.” “You’re right,” Fili agreed, blue eyes lighting up in the fireglow, “I do want that. How long has that been there?” “Whole time.” “Just waiting for the right moment, eh?” “Of course,” you bantered back, “Gotta make a show.”

Kili

“Can I try?” Kili smiled up at you as you blinked at him, face blank with thought. Reaching down, he pantomimed using your crutches for a step, swinging his arms back and forth. "You want to give my crutches a go?" Your eyebrows shot up, a smile building upon your face. Memories flooded your mind, deep knowledge of the struggle that nearly always comes with those first steps and even far beyond. Loosening the grip you had upon your aids, you handed them off to Kili as you took Oin's hand and allowed him to help walk and lower you onto a makeshift camp seat. Hooking his arms in, Kili stood up, adjusting his posture after several moments. He took a step, then swung them. "Wait, that doesn't make sense. Hold on." You giggled from your seat at Oin's side as Kili raised one leg, thought, brought the crutches down again and wobbled such that you were tempted to extend hands that could catch him.

Bilbo

“I was scared first, but trust me: you’ll be grateful in the end once you get on these fellows,” Bilbo told you, looking down at you as he patted the pony he sat upon. “It isn’t that,” you answered, gaze dropping from the hobbit’s, “It’s…well, it is a bit embarrassing, to be honest.” The dwarves had been sweet enough to fortify the feet of your forearm crutches, though they still could not understand why you didn’t ride. The answer, quite frankly, rose a bit of a flush to your cheeks. Bilbo must have caught this. “You shouldn’t be ashamed. Nothing of it is your fault. You can tell me. Probably better me than all those dwarves, right? I won’t tell a soul.” His voice dropped to a playful whisper for that last sentence, which though it didn’t help the heat radiating beneath your skin did open your heart and your mouth. “If I were to get lightheaded or a shock of pain riding a pony I could fall off. And...And I would need someone to hold onto me.” “Ah,” the hobbit replied, this time taking his turn to shyly gaze away, “Well, if you ever change your mind, I would be more than happy to hold you.”

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pouralaura · 6 months ago

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Sorry, this is probably weird. But my brain is Raphael 24/7 and he and Tav being obsessed with each other. But I was wondering how he’d react to a demi Tav?

He’s crushing and trying to impress for the longest time, and they are completely unphased. Like nothin’, nada. I’m sure he’d be frustrated. But also perplexed? He’s always been able to charm his way with people. So he meets this unmovable person and he’s like ???

But then imagining later on, Tav’s feelings for him suddenly hit them like a fucking train. All of their obsession with HIM hits like tenfold. He is the sexiest being in existence, and they are stupidly in love with him, and they are PANICKING.

I may be the only one who finds this particular scenario intriguing but 😅

Disclaimer: I am not well-versed in demisexuality and this is my first time writing it, so please pardon any lack of necessary nuance here. thanks to @reallyhatethiswebsite for helping me figure out the trigger point! they/them AFAB Tav, Raphael POV.

Had Raphael ever, in all of his hundreds of years, experienced such a maddening, tantalizing, mouthwatering proximity to victory? Every hellish fiber of his being thrums in anticipation of his looming triumph. The Crown, so close, its pull so alluring. The augury of his reign launches his mind into a state of utter bliss outside of business hours (and, frankly, often during), a grin on his face and his cock hard as a diamond beneath the quilting of his luxuriously expensive trousers. He is, simply put, so close.

There remains but a single obstacle in his way: a lost, floundering little mouse, so unprepared and ill-equipped for success -- at least, at first. Raphael had been pleasantly surprised at Tav's capability for mortal achievement once they'd gotten their feet underneath them. His respect for them grew as their conquests did; they'd proven an apt ally for many and a fearsome adversary for many more.

Flawed as they are, Tav is perfect for his plan. Raphael has every faith that they will be his savior (in a manner of speaking) now that the time is drawing near. They must succeed. They will. Such a headstrong, belligerent creature; all the sweeter to become the victor -- and, in line with that, to claim himself.

(More on that in a moment.)

He's ruminating on this, as he has near-incessantly in recent months, while strolling back to the Devil's Den from deeper within the city. Maintaining chivalrous relations with his hosts at Sharess' Caress is mandatory; he pauses at the front desk to brush a kiss across the delicate knuckles of the blushing Amira, inclines his head in polite greeting to various good-natured courtesans, and stops to exchange pleasantries with Hoots at the bar before ascending the stairs to his domain of the Gate. Trivial pursuits, but necessary.

(Back to the matter at hand --)

Yes, he will claim Tav himself.

...This point requires further clarification. He will claim Tav as a step to his own conquest. They will fulfill a contract with him. If it happens that they also wish for his claim in a more decidedly carnal way, what manner of devil would he be to deny them? A favor for a favor, after all.

But, alas, they'd proven nearly unmovable in that last respect. It's far from the first time Raphael has experienced, either implicitly or explicitly, rejection of his incomparable devilish charms -- but, to be fair: nearly all of the aforementioned occurrences had been caused by an innate preference for the fairer sex. Their loss, perhaps; but it simply couldn't be helped -- and certainly not a stain on his ego.

(Tav, for what it's worth, however, does not seem limited by such preferences. Near-flawless reconnaissance is a gift and a curse; Raphael is very much aware of their blessedly brief dalliance with the insufferable vampling.)

Such hopes for mutual understanding on levels to-be-determined had been dashed, indeed, until a particular point of curiosity earlier in the week, when Tav and their ragtag gang of unappealing ruffians had met him upstairs at the Caress following his confrontation with the inestimable Kith'rak. Voss had left, and Raphael had snapped his fingers to shield Tav and their party from the detestable illithid shouting about in their heads --

The devil had watched figurative clicking cogs turn between the little mouse's ears for several seconds as they processed the assumedly blissful silence he'd fleetingly gifted them.

"I don't...hear anything." Tav's voice had been quiet. Surprised.

"You are, as always, welcome." He'd smugly spread his arms, inclining his head in a mock bow. "My favorite future client deserves nothing if not the very best I can offer."

There were no differences in how he'd behaved on this occasion, but the way Tav looked at him after his effortless momentary aid was far more layered than during any previous encounter. And, if he was correct -- colored by the hint of a blush, one that he could smell before he could see. The scent of blood rising to their cheeks, dusting their pretty countenance with just a trace of something. A crack. A break.

Perhaps.

Delicious.

He nears the door of the Devil's Den, and...stops.

There is a familiar scent in the air; one he did not expect to be greeted by upon his return to The Office. It's them.

His little mouse is inside. Must have climbed through a window, leapt across rooftops to reach the one opening he leaves regularly and intentionally unwarded for just this precise possibility.

(Korrilla, behind his back, raises her eyebrows at this deliberate lapse in security each time it's included in his instruction. She's lucky he doesn't snap the bones in each of her toes one-by-one.)

Cautiously, he wills the hellish locks to open. Carefully, he presses long, tanned fingers to the door's handle. With deliberation, he pushes into the room.

It takes him two point three seconds to register that Tav is not only in the room, but on their back on the rich, plush red duvet-covered bed, propped up on their elbows, staring straight at him with the loveliest blush dusted across the apples of their cheeks. He steps stiffly into his domain, letting the heavy wooden door close and lock behind him with a decided click. Another seven point eight seconds to close the distance between them (he slinks across the room slowly, like a cat); a full nine seconds, once he's arrived at the bedside, to drink in Tav's nakedness from head to toe -- well, except for the whipped cream adorning the tips of their breasts, if one could call that any sort of coverage. And -- ah. An amber liquid filling the divot of their belly button.

His mouth curls up into a satisfied little smirk. They have been paying attention.

"Are you here to accept my offer, little mouse?" Raphael finally asks, low and warm and purring.

He watches them swallow. Breathe. Follows the red flush as it spreads, heated, down their neck, between their cream-laden breasts, around their liquor-filled navel, all the way down to the lovely pink of their vulnerable, exposed, undeniably glistening sex.

"I am not. At least, not yet." In a contrast to their blush, Tav's voice is strong and level as they continue despite Raphael's responding sneer. "I am here to make one of my own."

"And what, pray tell," the devil bites out, voice tinged with the familiar mix of irritation, intrigue, and damning arousal this creature heralds within him, "might that be?"

"I'm inclined to accept, but only following further discussion." They grin. "But over dinner, here. And...you'll need to do something about my --" here they motion to the confectionary disaster writ upon their flawed, mortal body, beneath him in every way -- "current state."

He'll play along, if only to ease the tightness in his trousers.

Less than ten minutes later, when Raphael is laving his forked tongue along the underside of Tav's breast, lapping up the last of the cream and holding himself back from spilling onto the sheets beneath them, he thinks: I am in control.

Tav moans as he bites; as he presses his face between their thighs, a ragged whine bubbles up from his throat, hot and needy.

They'll be mine yet.

#raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #laura's writing #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #thank you for the ask!#was super fun to write raph as the one breaking tav for once #anon ask #prompt request

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melanieph321 · 8 months ago

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Riccardo Calafiori - Halloween Part 1/2

The picture will make sense when you've read the story 😅

Reader and Riccardo attend the same Halloween party, where Reader gets trapped inside a bathroom.

Enjoy!

You were beyond excited for Halloween this year. Liza, your best friend, had done a great job convincing her brother to invite the two of you to the party of the year.

"Y/N, what the hell is that?"

On the night of the party, you and Liza met up at her house to elaborate on your costumes. However, upon your arrival, Liza did not seem impressed by your Pennywise the clown costume.

"What do you mean? It's my costume." You said.

"Not for tonight it's not. A Halloween costume is supposed to be sexy Y/N, not scary."

With that being said, Liza made you lose the clown makeup and most of your clothes. All you were left with was your Pennywise wig, good enough, right? Wrong. Arriving at the party, you noticed something strange - no one could guess who you were dressed as.

"Let me guess, Ice Spice?"

"I am not Ice Spice." You told a guy who had offered to make you a drink.

"No? Who are you supposed to be then?"

"Pennywise. Say it with me P.E.N.N.Y.W.I.S.E."

"Look, I don't see what's wrong with being mistaken for Ice Spice. She's hot, no?"

"But I'm not Ice Spice, I'm PENNYWISE!"

"Let's ask someone else. Ricci!"

"Yeah?"

"Great." You sighed. The guy had called upon his friend, who just happened to be no other than Liza's brother Riccardo Calafiori.

He emerged through the crowd with a drink in his hand, and vampire fangs chucked into his mouth. Other than that, his costume was minimal, more skin showing than what was necessary, like most of the party guests.

"Please, tell this girl that she looks hot as Ice Spice."

Instant heat rose to your cheeks as Liza's brother regarded you with a devious smile. "Ice Spice?" He chuckled. "I thought she was supposed to be Pennywise the clown?"

"Ha!" You scolded, unintentionally of course. You were just happy that someone recognized your costume for what it really was.

Riccardo found it amusing though, the way you were beaming at his friend.

"Alright, my apologies. How about I make you another drink?"

"It's alright, man. She's good." Riccardo said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"What, no." You frowned at him. "I can have another drink if I want to."

"Yeah, man. Pennywise can have as many drinks as she wants to." His friend laughed.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged Riccardo's hand away. "I have to find Liza." You pushed past the guys and made your way through the crowded house. It was impossible to tell who was who, as most people hid their identity behind killer masks and zombie makeup. Liza didn't wear a mask, though. She came as an angel with white feathery wings and a golden halo glued onto one of her tiaras.

"Liza, are you in there?"

You searched for her upstairs, amongst the locked doors where people came to hook up.

"Liza, I swear to God, if you're in there with someone on..."

There was a small chance that she was, as the two of you got separated at the party when Liza set out to find her every lasting crush, Dino Gomez. He was apparently the one who told her to dress up like an angel as he was coming as the devil. How cliché, you thought.

While upstairs, you slid into the bathroom. The ones downstairs were either occupied by people giving head or throwing up. Upstairs, you had a wide view of the backyard, seen through the bathroom window. The party was on full blast. People dancing around the lit up swimming pool. You spotted Riccardo in his lame vampire costume. He was talking to a girl, and not any girl, Maria Antonia. Liza had told you about their love affair. How Maria would often come over to their house and sometimes even spend the night. However, it was nothing to be bitter about since Riccardo was free to date whoever he wanted. Although, fifteen year old you still held onto that night that Riccardo gave you a ride home.

It was after your and Liza's football match. By losing the game, your team also lost a spot in the summer cup. Liza had been so frustrated that she would rather walk home from the stadium, leaving Riccardo in charge of driving you home. He was seventeen at the time and had just earned his learner's permit. Surely he must have felt on top of the world that night, because as the car came to a stop and the two of you awaited the green light, Riccardo had startled you by leaning forward, kissing you when you least expected it. Your first kiss. However, as time went on, you had learned to let thoughts of that kiss go, as neither you or Riccardo acknowledged that it ever happened. Besides, it would be unfair to Liza. Surely she wouldn't be too fond of the idea of her best friend dating her big brother.

Loud music was heard playing from the backyard downstairs, along with people's laughter and cheers. You got off the toilet and rushed to wash your hands so as not to miss out on the fun. But as you made your way towards the bathroom door, yanking its handle, you were startled to have it detach itself from the wood.

"Erm....what?"

You held the silverware in your hand, regarding the lose bolts that had ended up on the bathroom floor.

"Erm...hello? Is anyone out there?" You knocked on the door in an attempt to alert someone. "Hello! Anybody?" But it was of no use. The music downstairs was playing too loud, dimming out your plead for help. You were trapped.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst #riccardo calafiori #riccardo calafiori x reader #bologna fc

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watchingblsnowandforever · 8 months ago

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We Are Ep.14: Part 1/3

Hello!!! =D

Welcome back to my crack posts!

Part 2, Part 3

Ep 14 ruined me, just so y'all know. I'm honestly scared for what the next episode will do to me. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Warning: long, long post 😊😅 (also divided into three parts this time because I wanted to screenshot the whole damn thing, but this is next best)

I did not expect Q to be the one to stand up for Phum, but I wasn't really surprised after the last ep. Previously, he'd be the first one to go up in arms, but he's starting to understand maybe everything isn't that straightforward, and despite his friends meddling in his own relationship, he wants to leave Peem alone.

Conclusion: he's a very good friend.

Of course. I should've known something like this would come up 😭

Of course they've taken baths together.

I love this friendship so much.

You again. 😶 I swear to the gods, this guy will give me high blood pressure or something. Please please just leave Peem, alone. Learn to take a 'no' and mantain social distancing.

Peem... you're too kind for your own good. (I get it though)

You have no right to say that, especially without knowing the full story. But I'm feeling kind, so you're still a (mostly) decent human to me. Try not to ruin that impression. And never, ever again say anything to my babie Phum. Ever.

Oh my gods my heart broke for Tan 🥺 Here he was, probably never having dated after he fell for Fang, so knowing that Fang had dated even after whatever they went through must be so painful to him.

FANG KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT'S WRONG AND HOW TO FIX IT.

Just like we see Tan waving away Fang's insecurities every time, Fang does the very same for Tan.

I love them. <33

🥺🫶🏼

They're both so whipped-

Fai: I didn't see anything 👀😗 (we all know she's fangirling so hard inside)

Fai is me, I am Fai.

No but, Phum, are you sure Peem staring at you for a long time won't make your heart race?

Whipped. They're both so goddamn whipped. *sighs fondly*

The horns I'm dying 😭😂

Phum wasn't even surprised 😭👍🏼

Okay, not the best impromptu band performance/concert I've seen, but this is Thai BL, and they need some music and at least like 10 scenes with some band to pass whatever standard of approval, so I'll let it slide. Also, I'm terribly fond of these idiots. <3

HANDS.

They're besties for a reason hehe

You're asking the question, but are you ready for the answer?

I have already gone crazy over this too many times, I really don't have the energy anymore.

Peem is definitely winning Best Non-Confession Confession of the Year Award.

Are we still talking about the painting, or...?

Honestly though, when he was saying this I got actual flashbacks of Phum kicking the ball into his painting and how their relationship developed from there till where they are right now.

HE-

He named it "Happy" because it's all the things that make him happy. 😶

I had to pause here to take a deep breath so I didn't break out in tears two eps in a row.

WHAT IS THIS SERIES DOING TO ME.

Also, taken together, they are a story in 3 pics.

I'm just gonna go sob in the corner.

When faced with that smile and that "na, Peem, na" how could he ever deny Phum anything 😭

Textbook definition of a blushing boy who just became boyfriends with his crush the boy he loves. <3

No, he thinks he's a babygirl and rightfully so.

THIS HUG. That's it. That's all I have to say. I have no words for how this made me feel, and will make me feel for the rest of the forseeable future.

I end Part 1 here. Part 2 and 3 will be out tomorrow (because they are quite a bit long and I have Thoughts about them that I need to write in detail)!

If you've gotten this far, thank you so much for reading!! 😊

Here, have a taco 🌮

#we are #we are series #we are the series #thai bl #phumpeem #qtoey #tanfang #chainpun #watching bls: we are #let's talk bl

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Jake Kim x Fem! Reader Oneshot 🔞 || Birthday Gift 🎁

Dedicated to: @hanaa-ogk (Happy early birthday! ❤️)

NSFW: Sexual content including nudity, groping, grinding, penetration, praising, breeding kink, etc.

Scenario: Jake Kim invited you to come over to his place to celebrate your birthday. Little did you know, he actually had something BIG planned for you…

It’s that time of the year again, and it always seems to get old. The more you age, the lesser you tend to get excited for your birthday, acting like it’s no big deal.

However, your perspective changed from just one text message.

Your family held a small birthday party for you, which began in the morning and lasted all the way to the evening. Eating your favorite foods, to blowing out the usual birthday cake, to taking pictures and posting them on Facebook became the yearly norm for you. At least now, everyone is either knocked out on the couch or had gone off to work for the night, leaving you to be the only one who’s still awake in the house.

You were about to head into your room to sleep early for today, until you suddenly heard a notification ping from your phone. Reaching into your pocket for your phone to see what the notification was about, you turned it on to see that it was from none other than your beloved boyfriend, Jake Kim. Involuntarily, your heart began to beat rapidly from the sight of his name on your phone screen.

You scurried over to your room in a rush, then immediately shut the door behind you. Crashing onto your bed with your back landing on your soft mattress, you read his text message with your heart still anxiously pattering away.

“Happy birthday to the prettiest girl in the whole wide world!! 🥳❤️ I hope you had a fun time today with your family. It would’ve been better if I had joined, but you refused to even let me go. 😔”

Giggling at his text message, your fingers quickly tapped away breezily.

“Thank you, my love. 😘 As much as I really missed you today, I didn’t want you to go through all of the embarrassing questions that my parents would have asked you, and force you to have to take pictures with us. I think you’ve already suffered enough. 😅”

“It’s fine! I’m a big boy, I can handle whatever question they throw at me. 😤💪🏽”

“I don’t know, that doesn’t sound so reassuring to me. You would’ve regretted coming over if you did went… 😬”

“Hahahaha!! Since you said that you missed me today, then… How about you come over to my place?”

Raising an eyebrow at his sudden invitation, you questioned him curiously.

“Like… right now? 😳”

“Yeah, right now. I actually have a present waiting for you. If you want to come and pick it up, then you’re going to have to come over and get it yourself. 😎”

You thought about it for a minute until you’ve reached your conclusion.

“Ok, fine. I’ll come over to get it. Geez, you’re lucky that I love you so much. I’m even sacrificing the amount of sleep that I could’ve had right now! 😫”

“Oh, don’t worry love. You’ll get as much sleep as you want eventually. 😏”

Reading that last message caused you to furrow your eyebrows in pure confusion.

“What? Wdym by that? 🤨”

“I’ll leave the door unlocked for you, so just go straight to my room when you get here. I’ll be waiting~”

That was odd. You noticed how he completely ignored that last message that you sent him, but you decided to let it go. After all, you haven’t seen Jake for quite a while now. The thought of coming over to his place made your stomach churn in excitement. You decided to change into your best clothes because of your birthday, but that really wasn’t the main reason why. Wearing a red velvet thigh-lengthed satin dress and black strapped leather heels, you wanted to look pretty in front of your boyfriend and you wanted to impress him.

Before leaving, you left a note on the dinner table saying that you’ll be at Jake’s house for the remainder of the evening. You even took a few slices of your red velvet birthday cake with you, since you knew how much he loved red velvet cake too. That was one of the things that you both have in common. Your love for red velvet cake.

Luckily, Jake’s home wasn’t that far from yours since it was only a ten-minute walk from your house. The two of you lived nearby, so it was common for him to visit you often. Recently though, he’s been busy with his crew, Big Deal, so he couldn’t come over as frequently as he used to. Times were much simpler back then, but you understand the circumstances that he’s been in. Overall, you’re just thankful that you still get to see him and that he still manages to get home in one piece.

Finally, you’ve arrived in front of his doorstep. Like he mentioned in his text, you let yourself in without having to knock on his front door. When you entered his home, you didn’t forget to close and lock the door behind you. Calling out to him from the front door, you said aloud, “Jake, I’m here! I brought some birthday cake for you, so I’ll put it in the fridge first!” It was a while ago since you’ve been in his house again. Taking in the scent of his house, it really did smell like him. It felt nostalgic, walking around in his house again while remembering the little things that you’ve barely noticed within it. Like the pictures hanging on the walls and the furniture placed in certain parts of each room.

You went straight to the kitchen to put the plastic container of cake in his refrigerator. It was an easy task to do, which barely took any of your valuable time. Now heading back towards the front door, you began to creep up the stairs towards his room. With every creaking step, your heart started to pulsate loudly, booming audibly through your chest and in your ears. You didn’t know why, but the ringing in your ears invoked the rising tension of nervousness from within the pit of your stomach, feeling butterflies flutter. You felt your throat become parched, gulping dryly from the built up anticipation.

At last, you’ve reached the final step on top of the staircase. Navigating your way through the dark corridor, the clacking of your heels on the wooden floorboards only made your presence known from outside of his room. At the end of the hallway, you stopped right in front of Jake’s room. You were about to reach for the door knob to open it, but you hesitated. Hovering your hand over it, you closed your eyes then took a deep breath. What is there to be nervous about? It’s just Jake. Was it because you haven’t seen him in forever, that now, it felt awkward to suddenly show up in front of him? It was frustrating how your nerves currently dictated the way you acted.

No. You won’t let the awkwardness ruin your meeting with him. You’ve been looking forward to this day for so long, and now, you finally got what you wanted. You’ve been longing to see him, to touch him, and to hold him in your arms for as long as you can. You’re going to go in there, and show him how much you’ve missed him. Clearly, it’s now or never.

Mustering up the courage to enter his room, your hand instantly went for the door knob. As you twisted it, you barged into his room without any signs of hesitation anymore. While walking into his room happily, you enthusiastically pronounced, “Jake! I’m he- re…”

What in the…?

All of a sudden, your eyes widened and your jaw dropped in shock. Behind you, a small gust of wind from the door shutting sent a slight shiver down your spine, which didn’t help your current case at all. What was it, that really caused you to become immobilized in such a paralyzed state? Right in front of you, was Jake Kim sitting on the side of his bed, smiling at you with such delight that it made your heart leap a few times. “Hey, (Y/N). You’re finally here!” However, your heart didn’t seem to relax, not one bit. Why? It’s because, your boyfriend… wasn’t wearing anything at all. He was completely naked.

It was hard for you to conjure up what to say, when it’s hard to focus only on his face and not his junk. Stammering, you asked, “W-where’s the p-present th-that you… m-mentioned…?” Jake grinned proudly from ear to ear saying, “Love, don’t you get it? I AM, your present.” Still trying to comprehend what he meant by that, you answered in a weak, “W-what…?” He chuckled before leaning a bit back, to reposition himself more comfortably on his bed. Placing his hand near one of his sides on the bed, his other hand motioned you to come closer to him. “Come here, my sweet Babygirl.”

Gulping, you slowly walked towards him cautiously. Jake tilted his head up towards you, gazing into your eyes, as he held both of your hands in his. “My favorite birthday girl looks so beautiful. You’re so breathtaking, wearing such a fancy dress with these heels on. My goddess is making me want to act up. But sadly, I can’t do that right now. It’s your special day of course, so that’s why I’m allowing you to do anything to my body. You can do whatever you want, it’s my treat.” With a teasing smirk, he gave you a flirtatious wink which made you blush heatedly.

You responded in disorganized babbles. “B-but… h-how c-can I… Um… W-where d-do I… e-even…” He laughed at how you were struggling to get the right words out of your mouth. “If you need help, then you don’t have to worry with that pretty little head of yours. Here, I’ll gladly guide you…” Your heart continued to thump wildly, as your breathing was starting to hitch in agitation.

He took one of your hands and brought it onto his lips, kissing the back of your hand affectionately while glancing straight into your eyes. His eye contact on you didn’t once relieve your agitation. Commenting in almost an inaudible whisper with his lips pressed onto your hand, he said while admiring it, “You have such a beautiful hand, (Y/N). With long dainty fingers like these, they make me want to do this to them…” Jake then brought your index finger onto his lips, kissing it until he began to suck on it seductively. The temperature on your face was rising while witnessing a rare event that’s unfolding in front of you.

It was rare to see Jake so provocative, as if some sort of sex demon had possessed him. Often times, you regarded him as an angel, almost too good for someone to be as perfect as a heavenly being. His heart was big enough to fit every person that he knew in it, to care for them. Gentle and kind. His mind was so sharp, that he can cut someone with his own righteousness. A selfless, justice-seeking hero. But most importantly, his personality was so precious to you, that Jake became the most favorable treasure that you've ever cherished in your heart. A man whose whole character was made out of the finest mineral of gold.

That may be what you've interpreted from him ever since you met Jake Kim. However, you can't seem to wrap your head around this rare side of him. Another personality of his, that was unfamiliar to you. So alluring, so tempting, and yet, so bold. His large brawny hand played with your fingers, while his mouth gave them each his sweet attention. Kissing them, licking them, and sucking on them made you even more tense than before. He groaned every time his lips made contact with one of your digits, coating each one with his saliva, claiming them as his own. Noticing that you've been standing in front of him for an awfully indefinite amount of time, he stopped and encouraged you to hither closer to him, making himself more accessible to you. "Come on baby, I know you're itching to use me. No need to be so scared…" The way his free hand slid up the side of your hip and snaked onto your ass from behind, sent a warm feeling of exhilaration throughout your body. Your heat quivered from his smooth touches, which brought about the crossing of your legs. He caught onto your resistance from him, scolding you in a chastising manner. "Ah, ah, ah. Don't hide it. I want your body to be honest with me. If you hide it, then how are you going to properly use your gift now?" Jake sets your hand down gently onto your side, then placed both of his hands onto your thick thighs. With a strong grip on both, he pulled your legs apart to force you to spread for him. You gasped at how assertive he was with you, not knowing how to even react to him for being so intimidating. Eyeing the speedy travels of his hands onto your hips, he clasped the side of your hips then pulled you onto his lap to sit on his own manhood. Startled, your hands immediately held onto his shoulders in search of support to balance yourself while your legs hung on both sides of his bent knees.

From underneath your dress, you could make out the sensation of his massive thickness pressed onto the thin cloth of your underwear, twitching from the contact of the outline of your puffy folds. And you thought Jake wouldn't notice the drenched patch on your underwear? He angled his head down to see you squirming, only from the slight friction of his hard length on your veiled private. The scent of your juices permeating through your wet panties onto his solid structure caused him to groan in arousal. With a playful reverberation on the back of his throat, he cooed, "Baby, I know you felt it too. Now, tell me. What do you want me to do? You know I won't do anything, unless you give me an order." From behind your frame, his hand dragged along your exposed back in a beguiling slither, taking a lock of your hair and twirling it around his finger in a frivolous form. You were at your wits' end, huffing in sexual frustration due to how Jake was luring you into his trap. Birthday present or not, it was just an excuse for you and him to sink into your deepest desires.

If he wants you to take initiative, then so be it. Shyly, you whispered, "P-please… t-touch me…" Jake raised an eyebrow, displaying a superficial expression of cluelessness. "Touch you? What do you mean?" Biting your bottom lip, you looked at him innocently with those crystal irises of yours. "T-touch m-me… here…" You lifted your dress from beneath you, to unveil the soaked spot of your white laced panties dribbling onto his phallus. Jake then grinned in perception, pretending that he finally grasped the concept of what you were advising him to do. "Ah, you meant down there…" He whistled, marveling at the sight of how your cunt's fluids were now accumulating a pool of your transparent sap onto his girth, down to the base of where his protuberant balls were. "Would you look at that? You're already wet, princess. You want me to touch you here…?" You observed as his hand drew closer to your aching core. His fingers brushed delicately against the soppy fabric of your warmth, eliciting a moan through your glossy lips.

Jake's smile was nothing more than a display of entertainment. He continued to rub on that irresistible spot where your clit was located at, irking you to clench onto his shoulders more steadily. Your dark eyelashes fluttered in elation, as you mewled out to him in hushed tones. "Hngh, Jake… Oh, Jake~" Casually, he removed his hand from your condensation. Your needy eyes bore into his own with a desperate plea asking, "Jake, please… Why…?" He merely replied, "My lovely girl, I'm only going to suggest what's best for you, but you're going to have to tell me yourself. I'm your slave for today, so you make the choices here. Do you want me to help remove these for you?" Both his index finger and thumb snatched onto the hem of your intricately white underwear. You nodded, but then Jake didn't budge. Sighing, he laughed at your adorable sheepishness. "You're supposed to communicate to me, love. Remember? I only follow orders."

Faltering, you instructed him by commanding, "P-please… Help m-me… R-remove my… P-panties for me…" With a proud grin, he replied with, "Of course, princess." His hands carefully strung them off you, through one leg at a time. He meticulously helped you out by directing you to rest your knees onto his bed for only a brief period. It didn't take long for him to slide each side off each leg, now exposing your slit for him to view. Your bloated creases are currently touching his veiny package, giving him a small taste of how wet your cunt is from its exterior. Jake can now visibly see your swollen red bud, inflamed in all of its nerves, aching to be touched once again. His eyes focused back onto yours, asking with a hint of hope to resuming his servicing, "Would you like for me to continue, birthday girl?" You responded in a timid, "Yes, please…", before he started working his fingers onto your clit again.

The sensation of his experienced digits was very pleasurable to you, earning moans of bliss while Jake gave you the best fingering that a girl could ever ask for. Your facial expression grew into twisted titillation, arms swarming around his neck and sighing into his ear sinfully crying out, "Ahhh… Jake, i-it… f-feels… mmph- good…" He turned his head to take a glimpse at how teary your eyes have turned, due to his fingers flicking your clit, applying pressure that collected an even louder moan out of you. "Does it feel good, my love? Am I satisfying you, how you wanted?" Unstable as your sanity was, you answered him back nodding, "Yes, i-it's… so g-good… Hah… P-please, m-more… I w-want it… Ahhh… i-inside…" Clinging onto him with your arms around his neck, you rocked your hips onto his hand, indicating that you needed more attention to your breathing core. The vibration of your vagina contracted repeatedly inside of you, as if begging for him to be the one to satiate you in that region.

He was a bit awestricken at how needy you've become, especially when it was only from his hand. Snickering, he said, "With pleasure, my love." His digits teased your entrance first, touching to feel how soaked your heat had become from the treatment he was giving you on your clit. Your whines was what sent Jake into slight sadism. How ironic, to witness a slave actually enjoying feeding into your sensual distress. "Jake, please…" Chuckling to himself at your despair, he confessed, "I'm sorry baby, I couldn't help myself. You're cute whenever you beg for me like that." Subsequently, Jake plunged a finger deep into you with one slick. He didn't have any trouble inserting it, since your body fluids acted as the lube he really needed. Over and over again, he prodded them in and out of you, fascinated by the erotic sounds he was making while stirring up your insides. You wriggled under his touch actively. Head pointed up towards the ceiling, eyes rolling back into your head, mouth drooling from the corners of your lips, and larynx emitting the most lewdest of noises, became the pinnacle vision that Jake had ever laid eyes on. This phenomena that he was witnessing sounded like music to his ears.

"Mmmnnn… Jake, r-right th-there…" Your broken voice lit something inside of Jake, that he hadn't felt in forever. How long has it been since he had touched you, and pleased you like this? He couldn't recall, but he was familiar with the incredible sounds that you were making. It was thrilling to say the least, but there was more to it that Jake could describe. Just seeing his girl go mad due to his own touches, really grew on him. Being that special someone to witness this obscene side of you was one of the unique aspects of your relationship that he had fallen to. This became his addiction. His guilty pleasure. His sinful calling. It was torture having to stay away from you for a while to take care of some crew related business. When times were rough, he wanted to hold you in his arms, and never let you go. But, oh, how he missed pleasuring you and making you go weak in the sheets…

Jabbing another finger into you, you wailed in euphoric discords. His fingers curled at that deep angle, that caused you to throw your head back in symphonic rapture. You were panting, tears trickling down the sides of your rosy cheeks from the heat and the carnality. The sound of your voice became hoarse, from all of the moaning you were broadcasting in his room, which ricochet off of the sturdy walls. These noises became one of the main sounds that hypnotized Jake to do more for you. Jake whispered into your ear, whetting you on with his sexy voice. "Do you hear it, (Y/N)? Do you hear how dirty these sounds are? Mmmm… you sound like you're having way too much fun with this. Did you miss it? Me, giving you my attention?" You were unable to respond to him, too engrossed in the intensity of the reverence that he's generously granting you. "My poor girl, you must be lonely. Not having to have your kind boyfriend to give you what you needed. That's alright, sweetheart. I'm here now to give you what you want…" When his fingers punctured your g-spot harder, the opening of your jaw slacked, vocalizing a louder response of contentment from you. Your elastic walls have been coiling around his fingers, leaving a cold shudder to bolt right through your entire body. His sweet-talking left a rich impression to your ears, that it so happened to turn you on even more. Chuckling in satisfaction, he implied, "There you go. There's the sound that I love to hear. Let it all out, (Y/N). You know how much I love hearing your gorgeous voice. God, you're still so tight. Let's loosen you up, okay? See, you're even sucking up my fingers down here…" Whimpering, you didn't know how much you could take it. You're so close to orgasming, that Jake was doing so well, working you up to your peak. In fragmented sobs, you moaned his name steamily. "Ja- ahhh… -aaake… Jaaa- uhn… -ake…" Keen to your dejected squeals, he pressed attentively, "What is it, baby? Tell me." With your body trembling, your eyes stared into his on impulse, warning him, "I-I… hah… I-I'm… c-close…" Jake responded heedlessly, "Oh, are you now? That's good. Go on then, love. Cum for me." The movement of his pointers got rougher by the minute. Your pussy began to resonate around him, clenching in and out around his feelers while your heart raced like it was going to burst. He sensed his fingers being swallowed up by your gash, soothing you through your overstimulation. "Ease into it… That's it, good girl~" Chanting in libidinous prayer, you begged in between sobs, "Jake… hic- P-please… don't… s-stop…" Leaning his face closer to the side of your face, he kissed one of your saturated cheeks, alleviating you of the knot that was building up in your stomach. "Don't worry my precious girl, I won't." Cascades of shimmering tears escaped from your long lashes then down your cheeks, where his lips were still pressed onto one of them. With one final cry, your body convulsed and climaxed onto his hand, showering your own discharge that has now gotten all over his lap, including his dick.

The lingering stimulation of your jubilation resulted you to produce bodily tremors. Panting while trying to catch your breath on how explosively gratifying his fingering game was, Jake rewarded you with a tender kiss on your forehead. "You did so well, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you." Exhausted, your voice wavered saying, "Th-thank… you…" He rest his dry hand on the top of your head and patted your head gently with care, smiling dotingly at you. "You're very welcome, love. I love treating you, in any way possible. Even when we're both alone together, like how we are right now." He playfully winked at you, drawing his fluid-covered hand closer to his mouth, licking his own hand clean from your vaginal discharge. This naughtiness of his spurred you to blush before letting out a diverted giggle after he was done cleaning himself up. You kissed him back on his cheek, treasuring his sincerity towards you.

His fingers trailed down the sides of your hair, stroking a lock from your head, bringing it onto his lips to kiss it. “My beloved birthday girl, we have a long way to go. What else do you want me to do, besides me satisfying you with my fingers?” Without having to think about it, you answered straightaway with, “Help me strip.” Jake was somewhat surprised at your forwardness, that he had to laugh. “You now getting used to ordering me around, princess?” The red flush on your cheeks returned, as you shook your head in denial. “N-no, I was just-” Jake interrupted to console you. “Babe, I’m kidding. No need to stress, alright? It’s your special day, so I’m happy to serve you as best as I can. Here, let me help you with your dress.”

Jake gently stripped you by starting at the dress’s spaghetti straps. On the left, he grabbed onto it and nudged it off to the side. “Ok, can you slip out of it from here?” You nodded with an affirmative, “Yeah.”, pulling your own arm out to be set free from the strap’s restriction. He did the same for the opposite one, and right when both straps have been removed, he held your dress from the sides then gave you a request. “Can you hold your arms up, like you’re reaching for the stars?” As silly as his instruction may sound, you obeyed him, surveying how he pulled your dress off in one vertical sweep.

After doing so, your body became half naked, with your private out in the open and your chest still concealed underneath a pretty white strapless underwire bra. Jake’s eyes narrowed in desire at the visibility of how well the bra fit your breasts so perfectly. The only words that he could muster were, “My Angel…”, which sent your heart on a mile run and the rest of your body in a scorching frenzy, that you could’ve sworn that your entire face had turned into a delectable cherry. Jake is currently dealing with a self-restraint conflict in his head. The urge to snatch it off of you in one go tempted him greatly, but he knew he had to behave himself for tonight. Resisting the desire to rip the bra off of you, Jake confronted you by asking straightforwardly. “Will you let me remove it for you?” Nodding, you gave him permission to do so.

Automatically, he tossed your dress at the end of the bed while his hands seized the strap from behind you to unclip your bra. Fiddling with it impatiently, Jake cursed under his breath saying, “Why are these things so hard to put on and take off?” At least he was aware of one of the struggles that women have to go through. You laughed at him struggling to unclasp your bra from behind. Agreeing with him, you jostled, “That’s what ‘being a woman’ is all about, Jake.” Jake clicked his tongue in frustration, still trying to unlatch your bra from behind. “Now, I feel for all of you women. The struggle IS real. Why can’t society just… free the breasts instead?” You continued to laugh at his unintentional jokes, loving how he suddenly turned into an advocate for women because of your bra. An unexpected click was heard from behind you, as Jake cheered in victory. “Aha! I finally got it off!” When he got your bra off, he chucked it at the same spot where your dress was located at. Giggling in pride for your boyfriend’s achievement, you jested, “Good boy, Jakey! Do you want head pats?” You reached your hand over to the top of his head to pet his head, smoothing your fingers through his soft dark hair.

Jake leaned his head closer to you to give you access to his head, while he crooned in a receptive fashion. “That feels nice…“, he opined in glee. Smiling, you asked, “Really?” He nodded in response. “Yeah, it does. But…” He grabbed onto the hand that was petting him, by the wrist, then transferred it onto his drenched cock that was covered in your juices. Whispering into your ear, he uttered, “It would feel a lot better if this was inside you. Wouldn’t you agree?” Your face lit up in a glowing panic, unable to say a single word but a startled cheep. It was like you flipped his switch somehow, and you didn’t know how. It was WAY too sudden. The bashfulness on your face was an adorable state for him to witness, which influenced him to tease you further. Feeling his breath on your ear, he proceeded to whisper sweet nothings for you to get off on. “It’s yours, baby. Do anything you want to it, and to me. Tell me what you really want. Make me follow your orders, for tonight…” You felt both of his hefty arms fastened around your waist. With you still sitting on top of his lap, the built up arousal within you started to rise bit by bit. Your breathing became shakier than usual, as your flustered body felt the rush of heat coursing through your heaving lungs.

Whatever he was doing was working, and he knew that for a fact. He’s doing all this on purpose, making it unbearable for you to withstand his teasing and his seduction. When was he ever a sucker for words like that? All this sweet-talking was making you squirm and scoot yourself closer onto his wet balls, as if pleading him to help you relieve yourself from your sexual rut. The beating of your heat became torturous. It was magnifying to even be drawn to him in the first place, but the way he was provoking you indirectly without having to caress your sensitive spots or to graze even the slightest millimeter of your skin was harrowing. Easing into your breaking point further, Jake chuckled, asking with an impish smile on his mug. “Am I turning you on, princess? I can feel your kitty twitching on my crotch…” You were at your limit. Instinctively, you propped your arms over his shoulder, returning your arms around his neck where they rightfully belong. As you began to move your hips back and forth, you straddled his groin, showing him how much you needed him right now. “Jake, I need you…” The instance when you stared at him with your puppy-dog eyes, and the whining that can be heard from the back of your uvula, stirred up something inside of Jake that it affected how his cock acted. When he looked down at his crotch, he saw his own prick twinging on his stomach, standing up on end. His tip was swollen in a hint of red, aching for some attention. The veins on the sides of his prong were bulging, clearly from the blood flowing onto his scorching dick. The self restraint that he had to endure was painful to him, that he couldn’t do anything but to wait for your instructions on when or how he should act. The discipline that he had to go through was driving his mental state onto the edge.

Still trying to patiently restrain himself, he sneered in impatience still trying to maintain his character. Questioning in a stern tone, he asked, “Need me for what?” You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration too, but your profile was more expressive and obvious than his was. The both of you wanted each other badly, yet he couldn’t do anything about it. He had to rely on you to make the first move. At that moment, your words sprung out of your mouth like they were dying to be heard, since they were trapped in the back of your throat. There was no room for guilt, or shamefulness anymore. Your desire for him was enough for you to communicate to him about how much you needed his skin on yours. “I need you to make love to me, Jake. Please, I can’t wait anymore! I want you to touch me, to run your hands all over my body… And I need you inside of me, and I want you to do anything and everything to me!! Just… show me how much you love me…” Jake’s eyes widened at your boldness, as he felt a pang in his chest, relieved to have his silent prayers heard in the back of his mind. Smirking, he asked while loosening his grip on your waist by retracting one of his hands to cup your face with care. His facial expression softened, gazing straight into your eyes with such sympathy. “My babygirl… Are you sure that you want me to do ‘anything and everything’ to you? I might not be able to hold myself back if I do.” You glanced back at him, nodding. Sighing, he smiled adoringly at you, thinking of how his birthday plan for you had completely gone down the drain. So much for self restraint.

The corner of his mouth slightly curved upward, as his lips grew into a mischievous smile. “You better not regret giving me power, (Y/N).” Jake didn’t hesitate to recoil his arm back around your waist. Now standing up on both of his feet, he hoisted you up with him, forcing you to intuitively cling onto his body tightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck firmly than before while your legs did the same around his waist, looking like you were trying to grapple him. He turned around to face the bed, crawling deeper into it with you hugging him fixedly. From far away, the scene could easily be compared to a picture of a big parental koala carrying a baby koala on its chest. As Jake rearranged a few pillows in a stack against his bed board, he crashed his back onto them, acting like he was leaning into a couch. As his grip around you released onto both of his sides on the mattress, his eyes shifted towards your figure beneath him, still hugging him ever so securely.

You tilted your head up to take a glimpse at him, and you caught him staring at you. Curiously, you asked, “What’s wrong, Jake?” He tittered to himself, shaking his head airily, emphasizing that it was nothing serious. “I just realized how small you looked under me. You’re really an adorable girl…” he placed his hand on the back of your head and pressed you close onto his chest, stroking your head in a comforting manner. You sighed into him, bounding your own body against him with such peace. Altering the way you were sitting, you unlocked your legs from around his waist then folded your knees on both of his sides to sit flatly on his lap. After getting yourself comfortable, your cheek became mushed up onto one of his hard pecs, leaving you to murmur softly, “I missed you, Jake. I really did.”

Jake withdrew himself from you for a bit, sloping his head downwards to look into your eyes amorously, cherishing your words. He was relieved to hear those words of affirmation, which recovered him from the sense of loneliness and guilt that had built up inside him while he was off fulfilling his leadership obligations. He was glad to know that your love for him didn’t waver, while he was absent from your side. Staring back into your eyes, he smiled sincerely. “I missed you too, beautiful. I’m sorry that I’ve been busy recently. I realized that being apart from you, really took its toll on me. It drove me insane, being unable to see you for so long. Honestly, there hasn’t been a single day without you, that I didn’t think of you. Because…” When his voice trailed off into silence, your head tilted to the side attentively. His face had this calculated expression, as he tried to ponder for the right words to express how he felt. Your curiosity got to you, pressing him a bit more for him to continue onward with his explanation. “Because…?” Eventually, his eyebrows furrowed in a serious demeanor. With eyes that sparked with resolution, he grasped one of your hands that was raveled around his neck, then brought the back of your hand onto his lips. “…Because I love you so much, (Y/N). You mean everything to me, that I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I had lost you.” Those words made your worries fade away into nothingness. Burying your last remaining desolation that was once there, to willfully decay on its own.

How can he be so confident and sure about his feelings for you, like that? While Jake was away, you didn’t think that he’d have the time of day to even think of you or miss you since you assumed that he’d be immersed in his duties as a crew leader of Big Deal. Who knew that guys who held a lot of responsibilities, such as Jake, would be longing to see their significant other with such yearning? It really did put you to shame, doubting him and thinking all this time that his passion for you must’ve diminished since he’s been too busy as of late. Believing that he didn’t need you by his side anymore, just because he’s been occupied by another matter. The regret that you had for doubting him once, raised a heavy sensation in your chest. Your breathing became shaky, and as Jake noticed this, he placed his hand on your back in concern. Worry swept over his profile, when he asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” All of a sudden, he felt his heart split right when he saw tears cascading from your dewey eyes. His eyes expanded in shock due to your unexpected sobbing. Panicked and discomfited, questions flooded in his mind, mostly pertaining to how and why you started crying. Frantically, he probed, “Why baby, what’s wrong? Was it something I said?? Did I say something that might’ve upset you???” Jake sat up to straighten his posture against the tower of pillows behind him. The upper half of his body bent forward to hold your face with both of his hands. Tilting your face up to take a closer look at you, his eyes dimmed in sorrow when your strained red eyes made contact with his.

Sniffling, you mustered a, “I-I’m… hic- ...s-sorry, Jake… f-for d-doubting you… sniff- …a-and f-f-or think- ugh… -ing that y-you don’t… l-love me a-any… more…” Jake’s thumbs brushed over the creases of your eyes, wiping your tears away from your swollen eyes. He kissed your cheek before he released your face, transitioning his arms to confine around you until they have enveloped your weak shell, pulling you closer onto him. His hand on your back soothed you, rubbing you from behind while hushing you. By kissing your forehead and by displaying how much he loves you, he comforted you with his compassionate gestures, as he lulled, “Shhh… It’s ok, love. I understand where you’re coming from, and I forgive you. I’m really sorry that I made you feel that way. I shouldn’t have left you for so long, unattended and alone. It pains me to see you cry, and I want to make it up to you. Please, let me redeem myself. Not only as your boyfriend, but as your lover. I want you to be proud, and to believe that I’ll love you no matter what we’re going through. I assure you that whatever obstacle we have to tackle on our own, we won’t be separated. Whether it’s through thick and thin…” Jake pried himself for only a second, eyeing you with a strong sense of devotion. “I’ll keep protecting you, supporting you, and cherishing you, even if it means that I can still love you forever. There’s no way that I’ll give up on you. You’re the only one who can love me and understand me for who I really am, and that is already enough for me to want to keep you close to me.”

Rubbing your own eyes from the leftover residue of your tears, a confident smile bloomed on your face, as you inquired, “Jake… Tell me, what did I do to deserve such an amazing boyfriend?” His eyes closed, holding his own chin in a curious fashion as if trying to ponder for the actual answer that’s buried deep within his mind. “Hmmm… Was it your beauty? Your kindness? Your hospitality? I’m not quite sure. But actually, I’m a HUNDRED PERCENT certain, that it must’ve been the way you caught my big ol’ ass from a mile away. Oh yeah, that’s definitely it! I know for a fact, that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it. Love at first sight, am I right?” He opened one of his eyes, then gave you a cheeky grin. Laughing at his absurd theory, you struck his chest with a light smack, snapping at him humorously by saying, “As if my eyes would look for it in the first place! You’re giving your butt too much credit, here!” Your rebuttal made him laugh back at you, leading to you and him debating for about five minutes on what really was up with his butt. As the two of you teased each other and joked around, your laughs eventually died down, resulting the both of you to look at each other gaily. Jake’s mouth arched into a praiseful beam, ultimately proclaiming, “I love you, (Y/N).” A shade of scarlet engulfed your cheeks, inciting an enthused thumping from your heart. You smiled, glowing in all of your beauty when you responded gingerly, “I love you too, Jake Kim.” The approach to your response, concerning how you emphasized his name had somehow pulled at his heartstrings. It was of course, on purpose. Confirming that the message was meant for the only “Jake Kim” in your life. The Jake Kim who holds a special place in your heart.

Repeating inside his head as if rewinding that sweet moment that happened not to long ago, he delved himself into a deep burning passion for you. Closing the gap between one another, his lips gently merged with yours, holding you in his arms even more snuggly than ever before. Your arms braced around his neck, while you kissed him dearly. His tongue slipped in between your sugary lips, coaxing your tongue to dance passionately with his. Your hands glided up the nape of his neck and through his soft somber hair, moaning into his mouth like a thirst deprived woman. Jake’s senses were starting to slip away from him, when all he can see, breathe, and taste is you. The movement of his tongue in your mouth grew rougher by the minute, which resulted in you to adjust to his pace. His groans and your moans, including the heavy breathing that was shared among both pairs of ears, caused you two to become feral for each other. His hands began to roam greedily throughout your body, caressing and groping every inch that could possibly make you squeal even louder. His hands found your soft doughy breasts, kneading and fondling them. On both hands, he used the flats of his thumbs to play with your areola by swirling them lightly around them, until he could hear those addictive whimpers of yours. Next he decided to rub your nipples back and forth, stimulating such a wonderful reaction from you, by making it harder for you to kiss him back feverishly. The “Mmmm”’s and the “Ahhhh”’s that increased in volume from his experienced handling really did influenced his private to convert into one delicious erection. Even though he was highly turned on by you, he’s still such a cruel Tease King, enjoying every moment he could get for you to struggle to return the same amount of love he was erotically giving you. Could you even keep up with him now, even during the current state that you’re in?

Unaware of your own actions, he felt you instigating friction onto his stiff member, which earned a few grunts from him while he played with your breasts with his hands and your mouth with his twisted tongue. Jake was aware of how well his skills were in bed. He couldn’t wait to get in between your legs and bed you so good, to the point that he can hear your needy cries once more. However his conscience told him otherwise, thinking in the back of his head, that your own bliss comes first. Watching you grinding your aroused heat onto him, he smirked, already coming up with the best way to tease you. “Look at you, my pretty baby is moving her hips on her own. Do you want to put it in yourself? It’s your call, (Y/N). I know you gave me the right to do ‘anything and everything’ to you, but I’m passing the torch back to you once again. Right now, it’s all about you, since it’s your birthday after all.”

With drool dropping down the side of your mouth, you kept rubbing against his phallus while babbling, “Ugh~ I-I want t-to… Ahhh~ P-put i-it in… So b-badly… P-please, l-let me… do it…” Chuckling at your selfish request, he shrugged casually like he didn’t think too seriously of it when he answered, “Go ahead, you’re already being so desperate that you’re basically already begging to do anything to get my cock inside of you.” Jake suddenly raised his pelvis onto your slick folds, rubbing himself onto you slowly in a torturous fashion. He caught you by surprise, moaning in response while gazing at him, who now had lust clouded over his eyes. Not only did his movements fuel your arousal, but it also fed his too. His goal really was to make your pussy starve for his meat. To crave the desperate need to be satiated, giving your poor cunt that was clenching on nothing, to be filled with his whole entire length.

He laughed lowly at your reactions, mewling at how his dick grated against your sensitive nerves underneath you. “You’re a needy little girl, aren’t you? Haha, so spoiled~ I can tell by the look on your face, that you’ve been dying to feel me again, huh? Don’t worry, I won’t steal the spotlight from you. Here, go and put it in for me~” Finally giving you mercy, he stopped his friction against you. Your whole body trembled from the residual feeling of his private leaving your entrance. Positioning yourself to hover over his erection, Jake eyed you meticulously. He wouldn’t dare miss such a phenomenal sight to behold. Holding onto the end of his hardened rod near his balls, you elevated yourself about an inch above his entire length. Using his tip, you brought yourself down onto his shaft and probed it onto your entrance, smearing his oozing pre-cum onto your moistened self. The sounds that manifested from your naughty privates scraping each other brought about groans from both of you, leaving you to sigh minimally and Jake to transfer his hands firmly onto your thighs that were resting beside his hips. Fastening your grip onto his staff, you slowly lowered yourself down onto his stiffness until you felt him finally spreading your tractable insides out in one slippery swoop. Jake groaned loudly in response, with your warm juicy pussy cocooning around his rod, sensing every inch of him being hugged tightly within you. Simultaneously, you let out a noisy whimper when he finally bottomed out once you felt his tip bump onto your cervix. Both of you stared deeply into each other’s eyes, now fully aware that at this point, there’s no turning back.

Jake’s intense gaze slowly lowered until they were fixated at the sight of both of your bodies now connected as one. In a husky voice, he respired with great infatuation, “Now THAT, is a beautiful sight to see.” He chuckled in between his own speech of admiration. “Go on, (Y/N). Ride me to your heart’s content. I’m all yours for the night anyways, and I’m here to satisfy my girl generously for her birthday.” His breath grew even thicker than usual, now feeling the heat of your snug hole reverberating along with his own cock twitching inside you, as if eagerly signaling you to begin moving. With a slight pant, you nodded softly as your cheeks became rosier. You positioned your hands onto his beautifully sculpted abs, then began to bounce slowly. With every rock of your hips, you moaned, feeling his rigidity scraping your insides as it repeatedly hit your good spot. Jake watched in awe as you dribbled your hips over and over again, onto his thick shaft. His breathing hitched in reaction to your moaning and your needy movements, which forced him to moan with you in rapture. The way his hands glided from your thighs all the way up to your hips to hold you in such a secure grip while you ride him, made you bite your bottom lip in bliss. A sexy moan escaped Jake’s lips when he coaxed in a provocatively soothing manner. “That’s right, (Y/N). Use me. Right now, you deserve all of the attention on you. Mmm… that’s it, gorgeous. You really are beautiful (Y/N), when you bounce on my cock like that. Even your eyes says it all too.” His hands then began caressing your sides, which sent shivers down your spine as you continued to use your boyfriend for you own pleasure. You became so sensitive to his touches. No matter how light he was touching you, it really sent tingles down your entire body.

While watching you cry out in ecstasy, Jake couldn’t help but find your sweet satisfaction to be deeply intoxicating. The way you were desperately crashing your own hips down onto his groin while you moaned euphorically was such a wondrous sight to behold. Not only were you moving yourself on your own accord, but the way you were passionately gazing down at him as if your pleasure was his pleasure as well, made him feel prouder than ever. He let out an amused chuckle as he asked suggestively with a slight hint of mischief. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, princess? Do you want me to help you out?” You were unable to control your thought processing, since you were losing your senses to the feeling of pure pleasure. While mewling in contentment, you vigorously nodded. Your mind was too caught up in bliss, that you couldn’t wrap your head around what Jake was about to do. Without hesitation, Jake instinctively bent his knees while his feet laid fixedly on the bed. After that, he held you by your hips once again until he began to move rhythmically with you, thrusting himself into you from below you. His hips bucked every time he raised himself to collide with your body much more forcefully. You were simply caught off guard by his sudden movements that you threw your head back and let out a loud moan. Satisfied by your reaction, he smirked slightly, enjoying the way he was giving you a boost to your enjoyment. “Does that feel better than before, baby? Do you want me to go faster?” You whined in a needy fashion before crying out in a shaky voice, “Y-yes… pleeease, J-Jake… faster~!!” Those words were enough to drive Jake to the edge as he began to rut himself into you faster, like you implied him to. He clutched your sides a bit tighter than before, pulling you down onto him to meet with his thrusts. A loud cry emitted from your mouth as you slammed your hips continuously, as the both of you went at each other with passionate grinds and movements. You exclaimed through sinful moans to him saying, “J-Jake, you… Ahhh~ feel so… Mmmm~! Good in-… s-side me~!!!” While breathing intensely, Jake grinned proudly due to the way he was making you extremely good at this very moment. “Oh, really? Am I making you feel that good, princess? You know, we’re just getting started, right?” His eyes glowed in lustful passion towards you. “I plan to give you all of me tonight on your special day, so I’ll be very generous to you…” One of his hands slid down to your front as he began to play with your clit while the both of your bodies continued to crash against one another, flicking your bundle of nerves with ease. Swishing his hand over it back and forth made you lose your senses further, which influenced you to clench your insides even more around him. Jake let out a gruntled moan, as he felt your vice grip around his solidity lock onto him. “You like that, don’t you (Y/N)? I can tell from the way you tightened around me, just now. You’re such a naughty girl, baby.” His teasing didn’t help your case at all, as you continued to moan in carnality for him. “Just say the word, and I’ll take you there. That’s a promise, love. I’ll do it, just for you and only for you. So tell me… what would you like me to do for you?” His sensual invitation caused your body to tremble, in which you mumbled incoherently. “P-please, mmm~!! M-make me…”

Jake’s smirk widened as he continued to tease you until he was satisfied with your answer. “What was that, my love? I couldn’t quite hear you. Speak up, and make it clear for your boyfriend to hear.” Jake continued to play with your clit, which directed you to arch your back and for your eyes to roll back into your head out of pleasure. Your breaths were hotter than ever, as you struggled to keep your voice from becoming unevenly inaudible to comprehend. “J-… Ahhh~!! -ake, please… m-make me… hah… c-cum~!!!” With your body twitching and your voice trembling every time he was pleasing your sensitive spots, Jake loved seeing this side of you even more. The desperation, the vulnerability, and the way he was making you all feeble for him gets him even more excited by the minute. He wants to keep on loving you like this, until you couldn’t think twice about him ever leaving you again. The knot inside both of you was clearly building up more and more, and that was a sign for Jake to step up his game. Finally giving you mercy from all of his teasing, his eyes narrowed much more seriously when he gave a low and affirmative suggestion, “Then, let me help you out until the end.”

The grasp on your hip with his opposite hand grew more fixed, as his actions began to speed up. Both of his hips and his hand on your aching bud exponentially incremented in speed which caused your jaw to fall widely open, vocalizing one of the most satisfyingly loud moans of pleasure that Jake has ever heard from you in his life. It was natural for him to smirk a bit, in which your glorious cries and whimpers left a very positive impression on him as they boosted his ego. “Am I giving you what you wanted? You know how much you deserved this. It’s my treat after all, for my most precious girl in the whole wide world.” His smirk widened, as he watched you fall deeper into blissful madness. Your bounces were becoming sloppier than ever, jutting yourself harder onto him while he jabs his entire length deep within you from the bottom. From the rising tension within you, you could feel how close you were in tasting that sweet elated peak of yours.

The jargon that was intermingled with your mewls of delectation was all gibberish. They would have sounded childish, like some sort of nonsensical gobbledegook that a mere baby would be babbling about, if a third party were to witness such a passionate and intimate scene between you and your boyfriend. However, your blathers of indistinguishable words gave Jake the satisfaction that he was doing his job well. So well, that it was all music to his ears. The way you sucked his cock in like a strong vacuum sent him into a spiral of lustful passion and desire. All of Jake’s pent up sexual frustration that he had to conceal and keep all to himself while he was away from you, was finally being put to work into giving you what you deserved. It was complete paradise for the both of you, and you both truly needed this.

“Mmm… goddamn, baby. You really know how to tighten up on me, don’t you? I can tell, that you’re very close.” Jake’s lips concaved upward into more of a mischievous grin, obviously entertained by the way you were giving it your all on him as well. The way you were hammering yourself deeply onto his girth while making sure you were getting every inch of pleasure for yourself, made this all worthwhile. At that moment, Jake believed that this event was really worth waiting for, and he wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world if he get to view something as great of a sight as this. Your intense pants, your loud symphonic moans, and your face that was scrunched up in immense pleasure delivered quivers down Jake’s body. Although, it wasn’t long until you were about to reach your orgasm. The more you felt that wave of pleasure rising within your stomach, the more you felt your heart racing by the minute and the more you sensed your body shaking in extreme decadence. Everything felt so overwhelming to you, that you were about to explode any second. “J-… aaake~!! I-I’m feel l-like… I-I’m going t-to… burst~!!!” Jake noticed the shakiness both in your voice and your body, as he continued to hold you by the hips potently. While still jamming his love-stick into you, he moaned in between his uneven respirations. “It’s alright, my love. Just let it all out, for me.” His encouraging instantly made you let go of all your inhibitions and tensions from your body. With one final cry of delightful pleasure, you gave his cock a powerful clench as you climaxed all over your boyfriend’s rod. Your body contracted around him, which influenced Jake to emit a loud groan and release all of his warm load into you, spraying deep within your private until you were filled to the very depths. Your body twitched due to the lingering feeling of pleasure still residing inside of you, as you sat there with his dick warming your cave, all nice and snug.

Fatigued as you were, you slowly removed yourself from Jake, as his prong sprung out from you in a messy plop. As Jake observed your every action while trying to catch his breath, he watched as his translucent seed came trickling down in between your thighs and down your legs. He chuckled triumphantly at such a marvelous sight, as he breathed out in satisfaction, “Whew, you’re so breathtaking, (Y/N). You really know how to make a guy go crazy for you.” While praising you, you collapsed beside him onto the bed and rested one of your arms on his lean chest while the other was propped against the tower of pillows below Jake’s head. You caressed his hair soothingly in an adoring fashion, displaying your signs of appreciation for the wonderful birthday gift he just gave you. He tilted his head down to smile lovingly at you, as he leaned in to give you an affectionate kiss on your forehead while stroking your hair. “You were so passionate, love. You really missed me that badly, huh? And plus, I forgot how adorable your O-face was. I really did miss seeing that.” Your eyes widened a bit at that last part that he mentioned, which led you to blush in embarrassment. Jake noticed your embarrassed expression, which made him laugh. Oh, you were just too cute for him to handle. “Don’t be embarrassed, love. After all…” Jake gently grasped your chin then tilted your head up smoothly to look into your eyes with a seductive smile. “I’m the only one who can see such a beautiful face like that.” His flirtatious words caused your heart to skip a beat, which only made your flushed cheeks to grow even rosier than before. You were lost in a helpless daze over him as he gazed into your eyes with love. How can such a perfect man be your boyfriend? You were just that lucky.

“Now, now, (Y/N). The night is still young, so we got all the time in the world to make your birthday even better…” All of a sudden, you felt his broad hand slid in between your thighs, as he began to tease you out and caress your sweet spot again. You gasped, as he began playing with your clit again, which caused you to moan again. “Mmm~” You couldn’t hold back your moans at all, as Jake slowly stroked you with his thick fingers that were now penetrating you once more. Jake grinned sexily at how he was playing with your squelching insides that were still sensitive from your last orgasm. Your legs quivered in response, as he cooed into your ear silkily, “Tell me, babygirl… do you want more of my services? I’m being very generous with you since it’s your birthday, so I want to spoil you all night long. Like I said earlier, I’ll be your slave for tonight. So be honest with me… what do you want me to do for you now?” There was no end to your soft moans as he kept on teasing you. The way his fingers slipped in and out of you, and the delivery of his words that laid out his irresistible invitation made your head spin heatedly.

Teetering with euphoria, you said unsteadily, “P-please, J-Jake… K-keep… pleasing me…” Jake smiled with gratitude when he heard your reply. He confidently answered back by saying, “With pleasure, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make all of this worth your while. I won’t let this time that we have together go to waste…” With that, he removed his slick fingers from in between your thighs then sat up straight on the bed. Your eyebrows raised in surprise and curiosity, as you watched him make his way in front of you. The both of you were now looking directly at each other face-to-face, but the caricature he had was unlike before. This time, his face was filled with determination. He slid his bulky yet veiny arms underneath your thighs, grappling both of your legs steadily. With one forceful sweep, he pulled your body closer to him which produced a startled yelp out of you. When he looked down at your face, your heart was thumping wildly due to how he was staring straight at you. The Jake that was soft, was no longer there. Instead, he was replaced by a more domineering Jake. A Jake that was filled with the ambition to only please you, his one and only girl. His eyes shined down onto yours with a glint of zealous sex drive, which clearly turned you on inside and out. Your body warmth escalated in temperature, as the sexual tension between the two of you heightened. However, his gaze was so intense, that you became extremely bashful towards him. Your eyebrows knitted in agitation as your eyes focused on him with a hint of concern. You couldn’t handle the incredible intimidation from him any longer and you were at your wits' end.

As a result, you averted your eyes away from him for only a second until you heard this man suddenly asked in a husky yet profound voice, “Where are you looking at, (Y/N)?” Straightaway, his buff arms pinned on both sides of your head. Lowering himself down closer to your face, you felt his warm breath on your face as his visage portrayed one of sternness. When he whispered in a hushed yet coarse voice, you could visibly see his Adam’s apple bobbing to the vibrations of his low tone when he said, “Keep your eyes on me, princess. I’m not finished with your gifting yet.” In a heartbeat, your eyes returned to focus on his eyes once more. Without warning, his hands slithered down to the back of your knees and clasped onto those joints, which made him sit back up on the bed to straighten his posture by puffing out his expansive chest out and flexing his jacked abs. Instantaneously, he held you strongly before he forcibly pushed your legs back until your thighs met at the level of your head, your toes to point up towards the ceiling and your ass hang up in the air. But what was embarrassing about this position to the point that it prompted your face to mask in scarlet, was that your gaping hole that was glistening with all your vaginal salivation, was spread out for Jake to see. Such a selfish display, was perfect in his eyes. To see his girl at such an arousing stance all for himself really triggered his urges for you. This feeling of excitement that Jake had can be compared to seeing Disneyland’s castle for the first time, but in a much more erotic setting.

The usual teasing smile of his returned upon his lips when he lowly whispered in admiration, “You’re so pretty from this angle, (Y/N).” You peered back at him with a tint of crimson upon your cheeks. Your cute feeble countenance ignited something in Jake, which produced a heavy sigh from him before he started to position himself properly. He was now crouching over your sacred entryway, while his hands were holding your thighs down, just the way he purposely arranged them. Jake resumed to leer at you with a serious gleam, which was currently masquerading his softness towards you. The thought that he was the only one who had access to such an extravagant scenery below him, made this man’s sexuality grow even stronger.

Spontaneously, his large phallus was angled onto your throbbing core correctly, in preparation of the second round that you’re about to receive from him. Jake began to apply friction onto your saturated gash by using his thick veiny member, lubing up his dick with the juices that accumulated from your heat. A few needy whines were roused from your mouth because of his humping, affecting the way your legs quaked. Jake continued to tease your exterior until he could hear your heated breaths getting denser and could feel your folds getting puffier in arousal, along with the wetness that came with it. At last, after the torturous yet stimulating fondling with his length, he gave a satisfied hum before directing the head of his cock at your beating entrance. Your body shivered in anticipation as your eyes fixated up at his pleasure stick.

Desperate as you now were to feel the pleasure of his phallic package again, you whimpered urgently, “Please Jake, put it inside me already. I need you, badly!” The corner of Jake’s mouth tilted upward into a diverted smirk as he asked temptingly, “How badly do you want it, princess? Let me know how much you want me. I won’t start until you tell me exactly what you want.” His face inched closer to yours while his hands were still stationed down on your thighs, as he bent forward to look deeply into your eyes, awaiting for your answer. Your eyes that were clouded in desire, glanced back at him when you squeaked in sensual distress, “Jake, pleeeeese, I want to feel you inside of me! I need your touch, your warmth, and your love. So… please…?” You gave him the signature teary puppy-dog eyes that always managed to sway his heart. Jake admitted in his head that you were indeed, too adorable to resist. You were his soft spot, after all. He sighed hopelessly, as he gave you a faint smile of defeat. “You never fail to amaze me, (Y/N). My girl… my love…”

Involuntarily, Jake’s dick eventually started to sink downwards into your warm fluid insides, which earned a contented moan from the both of you when he entered inside you. Once you felt all of him reach its maximum occupancy, you heard and felt his prominent balls smacked right where your ass hole was. A grunt spewed from his mouth, as he gritted his teeth, feeing how tight you really were. How was it even possible that you were still so tight after rearranging your guts for the first time in forever. Jake let out a chuckle before he said suggestively, “I might have to loosen you up a bit more, my love. You’re just too fucking tight for me~”

He didn’t hesitate to get a head start, as he began to plunge his dick hard, right from the get-go. In a matter of seconds, you were left in an uncontrollable frenzy of bliss. You were expecting Jake to start out slow and ease his way gradually up the ladder. But oh, were you wrong. Pounding away at your insides, you clung onto his brawny arms desperately, as you felt his heartfelt intensity. Noisy moans started to broadcast from among the walls of his room once again, as you cried in ecstasy. You were unable to form any words to describe how amazing this overwhelming feeling was, from Jake’s care. Actually, “care” isn’t the right word to identify what this was. It’s an ironic term to even match such a gentle word with an intense action of love-making… Or, better yet, “screwing”.

The volume of your moans fluctuated according to how rough he was pounding into you to fit your needs. It was obvious that Jake’s attitude changed during that span of his transition when he sat across from you face-to-face on the bed. But why? Why was he acting so roughly with you all of a sudden? It was like his mind and his self was all out of proportions. Jake gave a few grunts as he continued to hold you at such an embarrassing position. “You know, that confession that you told me earlier about you doubting me while I was away? It had been replaying in my head… Over… And over, again.” When he stated the words ‘over and over’, your body shuddered at the way he slammed himself into you with each powerful thrust for every word that he emphasized, promoting you to scream and squirm in pleasure. “Agh, Jake~!!!” You moaned his name out loud, holding onto his arms desperately for dear life.

Jake’s face, along with his pulchritudinous body, was dripping with sweat as he rammed his hips onto your entrance during his hard sexual rut for you. “Do I have to show you how much I love you, for you to not doubt me ever again?” Your wavering mind was on the brink of breaking due to his powerful thrusts, which caused your mind to go blank as if it was put on reset repeatedly. “Mmmph~! P-please… I-I’m… s-s-… Ugh~!! …sorry, Jake~!!!” Struggling to keep yourself together with your wails, Jake bent his knees further as his feet stamped against the mattress fiercely as he shoved his boner consecutively, ensuring that he gets most of his size into you. The violent sounds of his balls smacking against your other hole made your head spin and your body heat up in fervor. The vociferous and weak expressions of your cries for him was driving Jake insane. He was powerfully emotional during this fierce process. Just hearing you moan loudly and your fingernails clawing onto his arms was impactful to him, that your own pleasure was what made him forgive you for your unintentional claw marks. They were evident proof, that he was the one who could love you like this severely, and proof that he was the one who could please you like no other man could. He’ll even carry those scars proudly on public display, because he is a man who’s willing to show how romanticized and how devoted he is for you.

“Ahhh~! J-Jake~!! Y-you’re… Mmmm~ m-making me… go i-insane~!!!” Jake grinned proudly at the way he was fulfilling your needs. Your legs pushed back, your exhaustedly pleasured-out face, and your sounds that resonated from your throat and your squelching vagina was what really pleased him the most. Oh, if only he can do this all the time. If only, he can see and feel this explicitly intimate activity with you all day and all night long, he’d be the happiest man in the world. If that were the case, he’d be eager to wife you up for himself to love and cherish. And to have a kid with you, would be such a fantasy that he’d be willing to make it happen. Envisioning you by his side forever, and to have you as his beloved wife, raising such beautiful children as an amazing mother got his heart fluttering. That was Jake’s ultimate dream. You’d definitely be the best wife he’ll ever have, and with that, he’d guarantee it to be true. He tilted his head down to view your delicate frame, losing your mind to how sinfully good this felt.

The idea of breeding you was metaphorically a border to Jake. It was wrong of him to think of such a selfish fantasy. Yet, the dream of watching it all come to life felt so damn good. As he brought his face closer to you he whispered in a husky tone, “(Y/N), have you ever thought of being my wife?” You were caught by surprise from his unexpected question, which led you to take a glimpse at his eyes that were full of heartfelt emotions. In all honesty, there was never an instance that could have passed without you getting to freely daydream about having such a future with Jake. The thought of living a comfortable life with a kind loving man such as Jake, never failed to make your heart skip a beat. As a response, you nodded strenuously as you told him in between your mewls, “Ahhnn~ Y-yes Jake, I… Hah~ A-always thought o-of… being y-your… wife…” Jake’s eyes expanded in astonishment, because of your honest answer. “If that’s true, then…” His palms that were grappling your thighs in place squeezed, as he lowered himself even more to you. His movements became less intense and more controlled, as soft sighs were induced from his light actions. While going slow, Jake whispered once more in his warm breath asking, “Have you ever thought of having kids with me?” The way his eyes softened at the mention of possibly having children with you made your heart patter dearly for him. Your lips curved into an enamored smile and your eyes twinkled with love for him when you admitted, “Yes, Jake, I have. I’ve… always wanted to have a baby with you.”

Jake’s eyes lit up, as his whole face became animated with pure joy and life, like a child who had been granted the gift of candy. However, this was no mere “candy” to him. This was his everything. The smile on his handsome face expanded from ear to ear like never before. He was so thrilled and happy to have such a wonderful girl, like you. “I’m so lucky to have you, (Y/N).” He stopped moving for a minute, as he bent forward to give you an impassioned kiss. Your lips locked with his, as you felt the excessive amount of love and adoration he had for you, putting this great combination into one passionate kiss. His supple lips that was grazing against yours fluidly, his tongue that was intertwining with yours so naturally, and the small moans of passion that was exchanged between the two of you was the definition of harmony between two lovers. Your arms surrounded his body as you brought him closer to you. Your hands trailed from his muscularly tatted back, up to his nape and his feathery hair.

When Jake’s lips calmly drifted from yours, he then asked in a caring manner, “I know that you’ve been taking birth control, but… Would you like to start now? I’ll understand if you don’t want to rush things. I know that raising a baby would be a big responsibility, so I’ll of course, do my part to raise our kid. Either way, I’ll accept any decision you give me.” Your boyfriend is such a sweetheart. The baby fever was currently high among the two of you, and you intend to keep it that way. Jake being the father of your future child will surely be a blessing and a vision that you’d want to stick around to see for yourself until the end of your happy days with him. With a coral shine upon your adorably flushed cheeks, you gave a comforting smile when you announced to him in approval. “Yes, I’d like that. I’d be happy to have your baby, Jake.” Jake’s heart pounded like crazy as he, himself, had eyes glowing with amour and cheeks flushed in red. He clasped his hand over his lips while blushing madly, as his eyes did a double-take. Clearly, he was taken aback from your words, which made him shy for a short period. Even his member solidified inside of you, which gained a small whimper from you. Your words obviously turned him on so much, that it caused him to pop a boner.

Jake’s head pointed up towards the ceiling, laughing heartily. At the same time, his cute bashfulness remained on his face as he transferred his hand from his lips, over to his eyes in embarrassment. “Sorry, (Y/N). I’m such an animal, aren’t I?” He removed his hand from his eyes then smirked slightly before his lips softened to a smile once more, proudly declaring to you, “I promise that I’ll love you, cherish you, and I’ll protect you with my life. I’ll do everything that I can to see you smile, and make you happy. I’ll even do that for our future kid too. I’ll be the best dad that our baby will ever have, and we’ll be the best parents in the whole wide world. Nothing and no one is going to change that. So…” His attractive smile widened, replaying your words in his head of much you wanted his baby. “If that’s really what you want, then… Consider this, the greatest gift that you’ll ever receive from me. I hope you’ll cherish this as much as I would.”

Jake didn’t waste time, as his speed immediately augmented back to such a fast degree, that he was clearly pounding into you with all the love and might he could give you at that moment as if his life depended on it. Each bareback stroke that bumped your g-spot sent your body into an unrestrained wonderland. The dirty sounds your heat was making and the naughty sighs of pleasure that was emanating from both areas at once was what kept Jake going, as he beat it up like there’s no tomorrow. As he held your thighs down even further, your legs twitched in bliss which made Jake smirk at the way he was indulging himself into you as hard as he wanted. This was all for the sake of his blessed “gift” for you. The screams of pleasure that were spouted were screams of delight to Jake’s ears. They were melodic to him. Sweet, sensual, and spicy. He snickered cheekily at your reactions to his powerful banging as he started to tease you. “You love it when I’m all passionate for you, huh? Yeah, I can tell. My pretty girl is all hot and squishy inside…” His knees bent even more and his feet clamped onto the bed more stably, while he rearranged the placement of his hands. Both of his hands skimmed your legs upward as he now held you by the ankles. He continued to bore his cock into you like a beast, earning plentiful cries of jubilation from you. Your body wriggled in endless ecstasy, throwing your head back in blissful rhapsody to the beat of his core diving into you over and over again.

Through the discords of your own enjoyment, Jake commented mischievously, “You’re so slippery babe, and you’re even watering down there like a fountain. Heh, I want to hear you say it again. Do you really want my baby that much?” Through the impenetrable rocking of his hips, you whined eagerly, “Yesss~! I want your baby, Jake~!! Hngh-… Please, give it to me… Mmm-… More~!!! I want it all inside of me~!!!!” Your begging only fueled Jake’s arousal even more. As if, throwing more coal into the blazing fire. You were indeed, setting his fiery love ablaze. “Oh wow, you really want me to give you a baby that badly, huh? Alright…” His movements became fiercer than ever as he violently pounded away aggressively. You rasped in shock at how overstimulating his thrusting became, which made you question yourself. How was it even possible that he could keep going like this? Was that not his maximum potential? As Jake’s hands were still gripping you by the ankles, he ribbed you onwards by saying, “Do you hear the baby-making noises even more, princess? You know how much it turns me on, whenever you get all sexed out like this. And do you know what this means, if I put a baby inside of you?” Your eyes peered up at him with confusion, not knowing what he was implying. He chuckled at your cluelessness when he continued to explain, “If I put a baby inside of you, then that means I get to claim you for myself… Permanently. Mmmm… fuck…” Jake groaned with a bit of obscenities that made him hornier than before, just thinking about it as he articulated further. “You can call me a ‘bad boy’ for thinking such things, love, but I’m also a guy. I have fantasies too. But this, ohhh… this REALLY takes the cake to a whole other level…”

Jake’s energy hasn’t wavered one bit, as he continued to dominate you with full passion, causing you to spew sobs of euphoria during his vivid daydreaming. “I’m sorry princess, but I have to confess something to you… I put you in this breeding position because of my own selfish thoughts. I wanted to see how good you’d look like this. But, God, you really do look hot. Mmm… just the thought of you with my baby inside of you is driving me insane right now… I’ll be the first and only guy to do this to you. Just imagining you with my kid, gets me so excited. My girl, pregnant, because of me and how much I love her. Doesn’t that turn you on too, (Y/N)?”

Consequently, his enthusiasm got the best of him as he gradually increased his speed of prodding his dick into you. You writhed in delight, while Jake admired how you were loving the pleasure he was giving you. “I’ll be witnessing you with a round pregnant belly. Oh, you’ll look very cute and sexy as a pregnant woman. I just know it… And the idea of me permanently marking you, and connecting you with me forever because of our baby’s creation, makes me very happy. I will be the proudest man ever and I’ll make you mine… All mine…” Your heart was beating faster and faster, while your muscle contractions on his member compressed around him progressively. In addition to your heart rate increasing and your insides squeezing him, your entire body was starting to squirm the more you felt that you were reaching towards your pinnacle pleasure.

You warned Jake by whining in cacophony as you called out to him, “Jake, I-I’m… going to… cum~!!!” Jake grinned spiritedly, as he went full on beast mode, going at his fastest velocity yet. He panted while bulling towards his own climax by saying, “Go ahead baby, cum for me again. I’m about to fill you up nicely, so take it like a good girl, okay? I’ll make you the greatest mom ever. Now, here’s my real gift to you…” With one forceful push deep inside of you, Jake gave one huge ejaculation, coating your vaginal walls with all of his milky spunk. You expelled a loud cry of titillation, leaving your body to vibrate hard when you came and squirted all over his cock and balls. The warm sensation of Jake pumping his seed into you felt so pleasant, gushing out every drop of sperm for you to be fertilized nicely. He carefully set your legs down onto the bed and his thick dick limped out of you with a satisfying clammy sound. A grunt was liberated from his sexy lips and as he looked down, he watched your pussy twitched as your second helping of his thick discharge came rolling out of your fucked hole. His demeanor was so proud while watching his jizz flow out of you, as if saying, “Yeah, I sure as hell did that.”

Jake smirked as he fell onto the bed tiredly then rolled onto his side to face you and give you a tender kiss on the cheek. With his hand propped on the side of his head as if posing provocatively, he beamed at you cheerfully. “So love, how was our second time? Was it even better than the first?” You turned your head to face him properly then nodded while smiling serenely. “It was, and I loved every second of it.” Jake grinned as he expressed his gratitude with one big hug. His built arms swarmed around your form, as he pulled you close to him once more. He placed his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair soothingly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now, you don’t ever have to worry about me leaving you, because I won’t. Our kid’s existence will be living proof of how much I truly love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/N). Together… we’ll be one happy family…”

Jake planted a gentle kiss on your head, which made you sigh peacefully. Just feeling the warmth of his arms cradling you, including the warmth from his entire body, felt like you were floating on a fluffy cloud. His kind and warm soul touched your heart, which spurred you to bury your own face onto his tough chest. You could tell that Jake too, wanted this moment to last forever. The fashion of how he was holding you so tightly in his embrace made you hug him back as well, never wanting to let go. You hummed blithely, enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence until…

“Oh, Jake. I have a gift for you too.”

You withdrew yourself from his chest to glance up into his eyes with glee. “Hm? A gift, for me?” Jake’s demeanor sparked in excitement. You nodded happily, as you replied back with, “Of course! How could I not forget to give my boyfriend a gift back, for celebrating my birthday with me?” He gave a sly smirk as he noted, “Yeah, right… ‘Celebrating’ was what we did.” He gave a frisky wink, which made you laugh at his joke. “Well, you DID give me a wonderful gift. So, I had to pay you back in return. It’s waiting for you in the fridge.” Jake raised an eyebrow, curious about what could this “gift” possibly be. However, the word “fridge” was what caught his attention. He thought about it for a moment, knowing that you hinted that his gift was food. Now, what is a special food that only comes on birthdays? Hm… You giggled at him, knowing that he was currently putting the pieces together in his head.

Jake closed his eyes, while trying to concentrate on what this gift could be. The cogs in his brain were laboring and producing steam like a factory that was working heavily on overtime. Finally, you saw the light in his eyes when he opened them up again. He stared into your eyes with pure joy as he breathed enthusiastically, “No way…” You smirked, seeing that he got the correct idea. “That’s right. I believe, that this is the best gift exchange ever. Don’t you agree?” You winked back at him, in which he pulled you even closer to him then gave you a small loving kiss on the lips. “You’re the best girlfriend ever! I can’t believe you brought me that as a gift. You’re too kind and generous, and you really know the way to a man’s heart. That’s why, I love you so much, (Y/N).” You grinned at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Both of your hands gently grabbed onto the sides of his face, as you peered deep into his eyes passionately while announcing back an, “I love you too, Jake. Very much. I promise, I won’t doubt your love ever again, and I’ll always love you and stay by your side forever.” Jake smiled at ease, as he placed his hands over yours, then leaned in to give your forehead a compassionate kiss. “Thank you, (Y/N). Your words really mean a lot to me. But, now…”

His arms slowly released you, as he turned to scoot himself onto the edge of the bed to sit up. Jake stretched his body by twisting his torso and by flexing his tensed muscles from such a gratifying workout. With a groan, he finally stood up from the bed then rotated himself around to offer you his hand so he could help you out of the bed. “…We got a cake to eat.” You laughed at his keenness, before taking his hand so he can aid you in pulling yourself up from the bed. While you stretched, he handed you back your clothing and your shoes, in which you gave him a small “thanks” with a smile on your face. After dressing up, you noticed that Jake was waiting for you while standing against his door, still naked. You approached him all clothed, then asked curiously, “Um… why aren’t you dressed yet?” He gave you a dignified grin and simply said, “Because it’s your birthday. And besides…” Abruptly, Jake took your hand then opened the door. “…I’ll be leading you down the stairs, and I’ll be giving you a sweet view of my ‘cake’ while we get some cake.” He gave you a flirtatious wink, which made you laugh at how ridiculous your goofball of a boyfriend can be. “You’re hilarious.”

Jake was about to turn around and lead you out the door like he informed, but then he stopped on his tracks for just a second. He pivoted himself to look back at you once more as he gave you a sincere smile while saying thoughtfully, “Happy birthday, (Y/N). I hope you enjoyed the gift that I gave you today, and I wish that you’ll forever cherish this birthday as one of the greatest birthdays ever. Oh and…” Jake leaned his face close to your ear then whispered, “Don’t forget to get rid of the pills. You won’t be needing them for a while.” Those words sent tingles throughout your body, and when he retracted himself back to stand up properly, he immediately detected the rouge that was spread across your face. He chuckled with pride, loving how he never fails to execute such smoothness when it comes to his favorite birthday girl. As Jake walked out of his room with you hand-in-hand, you grasped the door knob and slowly closed his bedroom door behind you, before heading down the stairs with him to enjoy that scrumptious red velvet birthday cake with him.

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fatteenbabe · 10 months ago

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Omg you're only a senior and already so big?

Girl how did you do it I am so impressed. I'm on year one of uni and I'm 5'7 ~200pounds 😖

I was always a chubby kid but slimmed down in highschool cause of the pressure to be thin and fem, and I thought I'm fat right now 🫣😅

Were you always just fat and kept getting fatter?

Did your wpmderfull feeder(do happy for your engagement btw) just blow you up like a balloon?

How do you attend school?

What did your parents think? Mine nearly killed me for experimenting with make-up 😖

Don't answer any question you're not comfortable with and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable 😣.

You are an inspiration and a gift I am so envious of you and your feeder in equal measure <333333

Wow, omg that's a lot of words. Soo, yes, I am a senior, I graduate in a week! And yes, I was always the fat kid in my grade, not even one of the chubby ones, I was usually one of, if not the heaviest, until I stopped getting taller and everyone else kept getting taller. When my fiance told me she wanted me to be fatter, we quickly started to get into it all, and that definitely did help me balloon a lot lmao. I attend school online and will (most likely) graduate online. My parents never really cared about me tbh, they were usually too busy with work to remember me, so they didn't care. And don't worry about making me uncomfortable, I'm happy to answer most questions!!! If you want to talk more, feel free to dm me! And omg, thank you so much for that last bit it made me feel so happy

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muiitoloko · 8 months ago

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Hey:) i don't know if your laptop is working again but i wanted to make a request if it's okay. Can your write something about Karl Hoffmeister please? He has so much work to do and looks for a nanny to look at his son because he is working so much. His wife left and so he needs someone. That's when y/n is coming, she's the perfekt nanny and Karl and y/n are falling in love or something? Its just an idea so i'm not mad if you don't do it :)) Thank you

Title: The Nanny's Promise

Summary: Karl Hoffmeister, a weary industrialist, is struggling to find a suitable nanny for his young son, Otto, after his wife leaves them. Despite having little experience, a determined young woman named [Your Name] secures the position by promising to care for Otto with the same love and dedication she gave her siblings.

Pairing: Karl Hoffmeister × Fem! Reader

Warning: none.

Author's Notes: Hey there! 😊 Unfortunately, my beloved and dear friend, my laptop, is currently resting in peace 😅 But I'm still writing on my cell phone—it's a bit more complicated, but totally worth it! Your idea about Karl Hoffmeister and the perfect nanny sounds fantastic, and I'll definitely see what I can do with it! Thanks for the suggestion! 😊