#bad touch quest makes me positively giddy

[forgetmenautical]

bad touch, good talk

[mrpenguinpants]

Green Slumber

— "Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?" "Shh...You're too loud, Paimon." "Th-That's not true…Paimon was definitely whispering-wait, who is that beside him?"

— Alhaitham

Ayato Ver: Pale Blue Slumber Traveller & Paimon lines are taken from the official Genshin Twitter post. [Masterlist]

Congrats Alhaitham, your birthday postpones the fic where I tear you apart for scamming me. I usually don't write birthday fics but pretty art. Can you tell I'm not used to writing second pov and rushed again :)) I don't know how to end fics.

"Ah, look! Is Alhaitham taking a nap?"

Lumine looks in the direction of Paimon's voice, her floating companion peeking through a room with a giddy face. No doubt hatching some sort of plan to get back at the scribe for his words during their quest to rescue Lesser Lord Kusanali. On one hand, she should probably scold Paimon for immediately jumping to payback since the reason both of them are here is to wish the man a happy birthday before departing to the next region. But on the other hand...

“Shh…You’re too loud Paimon,” Lumine whispers as she tip-toes towards the door and gently pushes it open further. She's pointedly ignoring the face Paimon is throwing her for acting just as bad as she is. If anyone asks, she'll make an excuse that she was just being a polite guest and if Alhaitham was sleeping, she would excuse herself quietly. In no way is it her curiosity to see the ever-serious Alhaitham in any mode that's defenseless and relaxed. So with Paimon’s head hovering above hers, they both poke their heads into the room. Alhaitham doesn’t look any different from the last time they met, although asleep, he looks far less intimidating. He’s leaned back in the wooden chair, arm propped up to hold his lolling head in place. Calculating amber and teal eyes are closed as his chest falls up and down slowly with each breath while the gentle sun paints him in warm yellows and soothing whites. If Lumine had never met Alhaitham before, she would have thought he may have been the Dendro archon with how serene the scene itself is. Something that almost makes her want to reach out and touch him just to check if he’s real or not.

"Th-That's not true…Paimon was definitely whispering-wait, who is that beside him?" Paimon’s voice tapers off at the end, eyes alight with confusion. Lumine tears her eyes away from Alhaitham to look at where Paimon is pointing. Seated on the desk right in front of Alhaitham’s sleeping figure, a stranger hums softly with their ankles locked as they swing their legs ideally in the air. In their hands appears to be the beige book Alhaitham usually carries around, the one about physics and motion if she remembers correctly. Now that she’s looking - she can't believe she missed an entire person because she got distracted by the image of a sleeping Alhaitham - the stranger looks far more comfortable in the room than she is. Maybe they're another roommate? Although Alhaitham doesn't seem like the type to have an extensive list of friends and she's positive she's met most if not all of the people Alhaitham could call close enough to have them in his home. She shares a look with Paimon who returns it with a shrug of the shoulders. Neither one of them has ever seen this mysterious person before.

"Haitham, this section here about..." the stranger's voice brings blue and yellow eyes back to the room. Lumine watches intrigued as the stranger finally looks up from the book to see Alhaitham fast asleep. A soft sigh escapes their lips as they close the book, shoulders dropping into something more relaxed, and they just sit and look at the man. They have the same look in their eye but instead, their hand slowly reaches out until their fingertips meet the tips of soft silver hair. Pushing strands away from his face before waltzing down to caress his cheek. It's an intimate touch and Lumine isn't sure whether she should be here interrupting the moment. The stranger surely seems to be having fun as they return to playing with silver strands. Through it all, Alhaitham remains asleep yet, his body seems to lean into the touch naturally. As if these practiced movements have happened before.

Oh. Oh, she understands now.

“Hey, Paimon…” Lumine starts as she slowly picks herself off the floor as quietly as possible lest she disturbs the peace. "We should leave."

"Huh? But why? We've never seen this person before right? What if they're one of those bad guys that are after Alhaitham because he's the acting grand sage!" Paimon adamantly nods, small hands clutched into little fists. It would be cute if it weren't for the fact that Paimon has no sense of volume. Before Lumine can reach out and press her palm against Paimon's mouth to stop her from shouting again, a light chuckle rings out. They both freeze in place, flicking their heads back inside the room.

"You know...if you talk any louder you will actually wake him up," the stranger drops their hand as they turn to face the duo. There's mirth dancing in their eyes and Lumine has enough decency to look embarrassed at getting caught red-handed. Paimon on the other hand has no such reservations.

"Ah, sorry! We didn't mean to! Wait-Hey! Don't turn this on Paimon. Who are you and what are you doing in Alhaitham's house?!" Paimon stomps her feet in the air, crossing her arms as she pouts at the stranger. Her frown further increased by the stranger laughing harder.

"I basically live here. There's no need to be so on edge. I doubt Haitham could sleep so easily if a stranger was in his home," they say, gesturing to the still peacefully unaware scribe who hasn't moved a muscle since they arrived.

"Ohh, so you're like that blond guy from before! Ka-Ka something? But wait, why were you touc-"

"Ahem, sorry for barging in. We just wanted to say Happy Birthday to Alhaitham. We'll visit again some other time when he's awake," Lumine cuts Paimon off, successfully managing to slap her hand against Paimon's mouth. She can feel the back of her ears turning red as she bows and practically sprints away and out of the house. She'll just write a note to the scribe instead.

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You blink a few times before chuckling again. Wow, that girl sure can run fast. You've heard stories about the Traveller and this "Paimon" character, patiently waiting for your turn to stumble into their journey. Although you wish you had met them with better first impressions, they seem like a lively bunch. Your eyes slide over back onto the sleeping figure in front of you, and there's a slight nudge of his lips. The smallest of smiles threaten to burst before it placates into something more neutral. A small detail that hasn't escaped you.

"I know you're awake Alhaitham," you state blankly, your gentle hands reaching back up before suddenly turning harsh and tugging at his cheek. Pulling the skin so he has a lopsided smile. True to your words, teal and amber eyes open without an ounce of shame. "Weren't those your friends? Don't be rude and ignore them when they came all this way to say happy birthday."

He offers a half-hearted shrug before the hand supporting his head moves to take your fingers still tugging at his cheek. Intertwining them together until his face is free. His smile is still small but his eyes shine with fondness that you're forced to look away. Sometimes you forget just how pretty Alhaitham can be.

"Weren't you the one that said I should indulge on my special day? Is it so wrong that I want to spend it with you and you alone?" He adds to his point by brushing his lips against your fingertips before pressing a kiss to your palm. There's a small smile as he extends his other hand out, eyes taking in how pink your ears become. "So let's indulge."

“For such a pretty face, you sure are…” you trail off but you take his hand and let him move you onto his lap. It's unfair how fast he can turn the tables on you and how easily you let him do so. It was fun being able to poke and prod the man to your heart's content since he had to hold the disguise of being asleep, even if you do feel a bit bad that the Traveller had to postpone their greeting, but now it's his hands that roam over your body. Slipping under your - his - shirt and rubbing small circles into your hip before growing bored and moving onto another patch of untouched skin until there's nothing left to take. Lip hungry as he kisses away your words because every breath that isn't mixed with his is worthless. Perhaps it's a blessing that you need to take a proper breath because you're sure that Alhaitham would keep taking until there's nothing left. Disregarding how tightly your hands cling to him and refuse to let him stray too far away.

"Greedy."

"Pot meet kettle."

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As The Rush Comes III (Ikémen Vampire Theodorus Van Gogh x Reader)

Summary: As the events of the night unfold, you finally find yourself at Theo’s apartment. Tension is high and your bodies are hot. Would this be the night you finally leave the friend zone? What happens after that...? Keep reading. You’re going to want to. Part I, Part II. AO3 (all 3 parts)  Rating: Explicit, Mature (sexual content).  Word Count: 5600 approx. PS: Proceed with caution.Things get real hot.  --------------------------------------- There was no point in thinking or in trying to process any of the thoughts in your head. Theo was under you and the heavens knew that you were under some spellbinding curse (or blessing) and nobody could break it until you got what you wanted. All of him. Completely driven and overwhelmed by your lust, you could only feel and all your senses screamed for him, intoxicated by his mere presence, to lay your eyes on him, taste him, touch him, smell him, listen to him as he would make you into the most beautiful masterpiece. You pushed his shoulders down until his back hit the mattress, kissing his lips softly. “Master… I’d like to give you a treat. If you’ll allow me, please.” you cooed beseechingly, seeing him swallow hard and the tips of his ear turning into the lightest shade of pink. He probably wasn’t expecting you to be so... bold, to say the least.   Taking that as his response, you rubbed your nose against his, grinning widely. “Thank you, Master.”

Assuming a crawling position, the bed shook beneath you as you straddled his chest, moving your body forward until his head was cradled between your knees. You looked down at him, your eyes shimmering with anticipation and his own mirrored the same. 

“It turns out my Hondje wants a treat of her own before she gives me mine?” He taunted,  lifting his index, rolling the pad of his finger on your swollen clit before you swatted his hand away with a sharp smack. “I’m not a selfish ass like you.” you bit back as you switched the position of your body, angling it towards his own and laying your palms on his chest. “See? You better give your Hondje the credit she deserves.” “Touché. I’m rather enjoying the close view of your ass right now.” you chuckled as he gave you a long lick between your folds, catching you off guard, blessing you with longing strokes on your butt while he began his quest to pepper your inner thighs with kisses and obviously, more marks. He was such a biter and you were definitely not surprised.  “Since you’re so thoughtful, baby. I’m not going to start until you do.” You almost fell face first onto his crotch but you held yourself up with a firm push on his abs… God you wanted to lick them so much but… nothing could stop you from doing just that. You were going to lick them. Fumbling to unbuckle his belt and open his zipper, you tasted the saltiness of sweat coating his skin, feeling the muscles clenching under the wetness of your tongue as you traced the V line, leading down to where he needed you the most and where you wanted to be. You hooked your fingers into his pants and boxers, sliding them down his hips. “Oh God... you’re big….” Your innocent remark of surprise escaped you unwillingly as his throbbing erection sprung free, his tip an angry shade of red. You unconsciously thumbed at the tip, forcing his slit to spill more of pre-cum and he hissed loudly and bit down on your inner thigh making you do the same. His back arched slightly at your sudden touch before letting out an arrogant chuckle. “Is that so, Hondje? I had no idea.” Fucking hell… how were you supposed to shove that in your mouth? You honestly didn’t say that to stroke the man’s ego. He definitely didn’t need it. He had the assets to match his big dick energy vibe and there was no shame or harm in admitting. Maybe? Still, you freaking said it because it was true and you were going to have some trouble swallowing it whole but you would challenge the whole world before you gave up on making this man tremble under your touch. “Come on, Hondje. You’re gonna keep staring at it?” His hands stroke the back of your thigh, pushing your cheeks apart to get an intimate view of everything you had to offer him. You felt so exposed… but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You squealed as he smacked one of your cheeks sharply, your whole body rocking forward with the force of it. “Suck my dick, baby and you’ll get what you want.” Lifting himself lightly, he trailed kisses up your inner thigh and murmured, husky and low. “I want to taste you...” Your legs quivered around Theo’s head and you obeyed his demands. You lowered your hips down to his mouth where your own lips were met with his own. He tongued you voraciously, paying attention to each part that you had to offer. Sucked your drenched folds intently and sliding his tongue between them in an oscillating motion, your hips thrusting against his face of their own accord as his tongue swivelled over the peak of your cunt. Your Master was giving you so much attention and you couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing him. Was it a challenge on who could make the other come first? Probably. With a soft lick over his slit, tasting the precum that dribbled along his shaft, your tongue languidly brushed under the head before you swirled it around the tip of his cock, kissing it softly. Your lips quirked into a smile as you began to suck on the head softly, the relentless circling of your tongue around him not ceasing until you drove him deeper into her mouth. You wanted to scream “Yes! Theo! Right there! More!” but your cries were muffled moans against his cock, stimulating him further with a vibration that made him switch inside the warm cavern of your mouth. He was applying more pressure to the sensitive nub, flattening his tongue on it, before flicking it teasingly again and again and then plunging it deep inside you, mimicking the motions of what he would do to you… soon. While he did so, you revelled in the taste, humming deep in your throat and moaning and the magnificent… oh, the glorious sounds emanating from him, fuelling your own impending release. As he rubbed small circles on your clit so eagerly, you stopped rocking against his mouth, your insides clenched around his tongue as he slowly moved the warm muscle in and out of you, well aware of the climax that came crashing down on you, tasting you right through it while you squeezed his head tightly between your spasming legs. As you tried to calm down from your release, your lover decided to take matters into his own hands. Theo thrust his hips into your mouth with resounding groan, he reached the back of your  throat and you immediately choked, the fullness of his girth almost too much to bear. You began bobbing your head up and down his length, encompassing him with the warmth of your mouth, wrapping lithe fingers around his base to stimulate him where you couldn’t reach. You tried to suck harder on him until he found his release, his seed spurting down your throat in hot gushes that you swallowed, not letting a drop of it fall from your lips. You choked lightly but continued to bob your head as he fucked your mouth, a series of moans tumbling from his lips as you helped him ride the wave of his climax, sucking on his tip before letting his dick fall limp on his thigh. Giving him a small kiss on his hip, you fell to your side, gasping for breath. “Fuck… that wasn’t so bad, Hondje.” He meant “it was mindblowing!” obviously and you couldn’t help but agree with your Master’s words. You both laughed as you laid there for a few silent moments, the sound of your breathing was the only thing that filled the room. Propping himself on his elbows, he cast a wicked grin at you as he sat up and you returned it with a sultry one of your own. Licking your slick from his lips, a look of triumph in his eyes and a semblance of boyish wickedness washed over his face momentarily as you smiled at him, as he stepped off of the bed. You mirrored his same actions and opened your mouth wide, showing him that you swallowed every drop of his desire that he stuffed your mouth with.  “Good girl.” Those two words of praise filled you with childlike giddiness. You bit your lip to keep you from gasping and even worse, drooling. The anticipation in you skyrocketing almost instantly at the sight before you. Theodorus had stripped off his pants and was now sitting on his knees before you, his hand stroking his shaft as his eyes lingered on you, traveling from your head to your toes.  He licked his lower lip, his throat bobbing as a shit-eating grin made an appearance on that handsome face of his. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead while his cheeks burned hot, a light shade of crimson adorning his handsome visage. “I’m not going to touch you before you show me what dirty things go through that head of yours. I want to know how to make my Hondje feel good.” With a smouldering and sadistic gaze, riling a mixture of bewildering emotions in you, ranging from arousal to deadly embarrassment, he chuckled before inquiring. “Have you touched yourself thinking about me pumping my big cock, fucking my fist at the thought of you, baby?” Your eyes looked everywhere but at him, embarrassed to admit that you pleasured yourself to the thought of him but he was able to know every single thing that crossed your mind. “So naughty.” he chuckled. “I’m gonna have to teach you some manners, some other time. But for now, show me how you touch yourself.” You shakily pushed your body back to the cushions at the top of his bed, laying completely bare with your legs spread wide open, a spectacle for his pleasure as he was your own.  Your legs threatened to kiss with the intense need to rub them against each other as your eyes scanned the handsome being before you, the erratic rise and fall of his chest as he pumped his length, fast and slow. You opened your mouth slightly, trailing your tongue across your curved lips, breathing out loud enough for him to hear the quick pants that matched the movement of your heaving chest. "I dreamt of your lips... your fingers touching me…in different places…” Arching your back, you let your hands travel from your shoulders down to your breasts, circling your fingers around your sensitive peaks, letting Theo watch them as they beaded. “Here." With a light pinch, a quiet yelp escaped your lips before you giggled, your voice growing huskier by the second. Your eyes widened as Theo stopped pleasuring himself and sauntered towards you, lifting your foot to his mouth and began kissing his way up to your ankle and across your thigh. “I didn’t ask you to stop now, did I? Keep going. You’re not stopping until I tell you to.” His teasing was too distracting, your breath hitching as he sucked on the back of your knee, as he lowered himself onto the mattress that meekly creaked under the shift of his weight. His eyes never left yours, narrowing on you while you both fell into an insufferable plight of denial. You lifted an index to her mouth, sucking on its tip softly before bringing it back to your breasts, repeating your previous motions, gaze still locked with his. "Your tongue... tasting me… Just like it did… Before..." “I keep thinking about how it would be like to… ah… wake up to you… rubbing against me.” You continued, racking your brain to even form proper intelligible words and give your Master what he wanted. As he marked your body with marks of his love, each one of a sign of his claim on you, that he owned you. With every word you managed to utter, his resounding grunt was the only confirmation you had as he coaxed more of your lustful ruminations. As one hand traced the curve of your waist, you let your wet finger trail between your breasts, over your stomach and around your navel, your muscles dipping in reaction to your own tantalizing touch as you neared your lower abdomen, a gasp mixed with a whine falling from your lips. “You’d use your… fingers to get me…to get me… wet.” Lowering himself onto his elbow, he examined you thoroughly as your hands reached between your legs, stretching your folds open, allowing him to see the source of the honey that dripped from you. While he lost himself in his contemplation, a vile smirk adorned his face as his index slid between the petals of your exposed core. Just seeing him look at you like that, so devilish and between your legs… you were in heaven, even as he made you sink in pure sin. “Someone’s greedy...” he stated derisively, being the taunting Master that he was. “Yes, Master…” You moaned loudly as he thrust two fingers inside of you and curled them ruthlessly, your walls clenching around him, seeking more of the fullness that you craved.  He clicked  his tongue as he saw your jaw drop open and you helplessly attempted to rock your hips against his hand. “Keep talking and maybe... just maybe… I’ll give you another treat.” Theodorus licked droplets of sweetness that fell from your folds, his warm breath fanning over your core, tickling you in the most pleasant way but driving you absolutely nuts. He watched you intently as you fucked yourself with his fingers, before his eyes. He knew that you wanted his tongue inside you and flicking your clit like he just had. But he was gonna make you work for it. With every conscientious motion, marking you seemed to be the only thought that was driving him, along with making you absolutely batshit crazy with need as his lips found their new rightful place on your inner thigh where he brushed his nose against the plump flesh, exploiting your weakness as your legs quivered from the lightest touch. You wanted it, you needed it. A validation to the culmination of what transpired between you and the strings that bound you. You wouldn’t have it any other way. The amount of times you dreamed of being teased by him… it was such a Theo thing to do and he was cruel, dominant and so damn talented with his fingers and tongue… You wondered how good he would be with his dick. The dick that you had the pleasure of getting intimately acquainted with as he shoved it deep down your throat.  You began panting, the rhythm of your whines matching the cadence in which he pummelled his long digits inside you and curled them, oh so cruelly. “See, Theo… Master! This is exactly what I do at night… when… I’m alone… fantasizing about your hard… thick cock inside me… Mhmm…Fuck… Fuck… FUCK!” It was unlike anything you’d ever felt before and you were already reeling from the insurmountable heights that your desire for him had reached. His eyes were voracious and your body trembled from the eminent danger that you craved and was begging for. “Theodorus…” He slowed down at the sound of his name spilling from your lips so beautifully, locking those ocean orbs with yours. “I want to see how much you can take… Are you really ready for me, Hondje?... Tell me. What is it that you want?” You couldn’t mask your irritation from the teasing but was glad to finally hear him voice his yearning through that rough huskiness of his. Something that you wanted to see more of. You choked on a gasp as he inserted a third finger inside you, curling them once again with dispassionate resolve that had you questioning how much control you had over yourself. The answer was… none. You could see his Adam's apple bobbing while you admired his godlike and satanic physique. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment though, those lips of his curled in a wicked smile that made you want to slap him and devour him too. You could only breath out a meek “I want you” before he pulled out his fingers from you, making you grieve from the deplorable emptiness that he dared to assault you with before shoved his tongue deep inside you, drinking in all the wetness that he was so culpable of. Spreading your legs even wider for him, his bed creaked as he shifted across it, finally finding his place between your legs… where you both wanted him to be. Hovering above you with one arm propped on one side of your body, you relish the thought of feeling his weight encumbering you and joining your bodies together. “Tell me, baby. Are you ready for me?” How was he capable of being so indisputably irresistible? His lips were slick with your moisture and his visage adorned with a famished gaze, you couldn’t help but squirm and feel a current of electricity making your skin tingle with sparks like the crackling of a firecracker. You whimpered as he held his length, laying heavy in his hand and angling it to glide between your lips, tearing the cry from the depth of your throat, the friction clearly insufficient and his main goal was to make you lose your mind. And he succeeded in doing so. “What is it that you want, baby? Use that pretty mouth that sucked my cock so well…” honeyed words fell from his sweet lips, stirring you deep down and making you snap. His chest heaving with silent pants, the gentle tint of crimson dusting his cheeks and the beads of sweat pearling and meandering down his chiseled jaw propelled you into an unhinged state that you never found yourself in before. “I want you, Theo… Fill me up, split me open… “ You were completely delirious and your brain and mouth weren’t connected, so you just kept rambling, continuing with an exasperated giggle and your fingers were digging in the skin of his shoulders, slashing down until your nails marked the length of his back. “Fuck, Theo… I couldn’t even fit half of you in my mouth and I was practically choking as I tried to fit as much of you as I could in my pretty little mouth… Do whatever you want me to me… Fucking hell… Theodorus… I’m all yours.” “Shush. Down, girl. I heard you loud and clear. But did I give you permission to use your claws?” his reprimanding tone made you whine in frustration, shaking your head in response to his question. You wanted him inside you too much and he was just going to prolong the torture. Which would make the pleasure even more worth it. You wanted him to fill the emptiness inside you and he fully intended to do that.  “You want my cock inside you that badly, baby?” Involuntarily, your hips began to jerk upward, seeking any contact, friction, touch from Theodorus that would help alleviate the ache that was burning and throbbing in your core. Pulling away from you, he smiled down at your trembling figure, distancing his body from yours even further while he allowed his fingers to travel around the curves of your body, your hips and the bumps of your stomach, the contour of your small perky mounds and the small beads that called for him. Only from feather-light touches and you were panting, needy and frustrated. "Patience is clearly not one of your virtues…. Neither is it mine.” He chuckled derisively as his hands settled on the flesh of your hips, gripping you so tightly, you were certain that he had bruised you. “You’ve been so good before now… So , I’ll give you what you want, baby. Turn around.” Without a moment of hesitation, you shifted yourself onto your knees and elbows, arching your back so you could give him a good view of your behind. A pained cry ripped from your throat as he struck your behind with sheer force.  “AH!... Hah… What did I do, Theo!?” “Did I tell you to stop talking?” Another hard slap and a whimper from you. “No, Theo!! No… I’ll keep talking… I… I pr-promise.” He hummed disapprovingly under his breath while his hands brushed over your reddening skin with longing strokes. “What did you call me just now?”  Another hard strike, the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes from the foreign feeling of pleasure that he aroused in you through the pain. “Master!... I want you, Master!” You wiggled your hips and pushed your chest down so your ass was even higher, a deep arch forming in your back. “I want your cock inside me… Please” His fingers were now stroking your folds and you felt him looming over you, painfully nipping you from the length of your vertebrae, from your tailbone to your nape. His slickness of his chest pressed against your back while he breathed hard down your neck, sucking on the junction between your nape, biting your skin aggressively before letting it go. “Say that again, baby.” you yelped loudly, tears trickling down your cheeks as he slapped you between your legs, your nerves feeling completely shot as you had never thought you’d experience such delicious pain. Was he turning you into a masochist? It felt so good but you heaved, breathless as you suddenly felt his nose brush against your cheek and murmuring huskily under his breath. “You’re driving me crazy, Y/N… Absolutely crazy for you.” You turned your head to the side and your lips connected, tongues tied in a dance full of passion and a love you didn't dare express. Yet. His hands traveled from your ankles, slowly caressing and trailing up the length of your legs, his touch lingering on your inner thighs. You trembled and whined in your kiss, your legs quivering and parting widely as the tip of cock slid between your folds, teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves, teasing your entrance. Your body was obedient to his will, just as you were, submitting yourself to your lust and love for him. With an animalistic growl, he thrust into you as you welcome him fully, feeling the burning stretch of your core just to accommodate his size and his length. It hurt but it hurt so good, you mewled and broke your kiss, looking at him pleadingly as he rocked his hips back, almost completely out of you before entering you again, his pace excruciatingly slow as you revelled in the emptiness that he just filled. “You’re going to cry, baby? You’ve been begging me to fuck you all night long and now you’re sobbing at how big I am.” Sapphires gleaming with frenzied passion, he pushed his cock deeper inside you, sheathing himself fully in your wetness and groaning loudly in your ear. “You’re so fucking tight for me…”  His cock pulsed as he began ramming into you, erratically splitting and forging your insides with it, his motions almost wild as the slow-burn of heat escalated from your stomach, the coil that you knew too well from all those times you’ve imagined him beating into your cunt. “Let me hear you cry for me, Hondje.”You gripped the sheets under you so hard, the sheer power he plowed you with would be enough to have you screaming, a mix of pleasure and subtle agony washing over you. You were afraid you were going to pass out from the influx of assaulting sensation that came crashing down on you and missed out on the best night of your life. “Yes… Yes… Theo.. Master… Fuck me, please...” You keened helplessly, the pleasure creeped through the rest of your body like a shock into your blood, a rush of adrenaline and serotonin overdosing your mind, body and soul,  propelling you into an eventual spiral that would soon hit you, the eminent pulsing of your core announcing it. “Fuck, Hondje… You feel so good… Keep milking me like that.” He filled you up to the brink, your core almost ached as he pummeled you mercilessly, a bulge in your stomach forming  every time he thrust in and out of you. His panting, resounding and heavy, only made you burn hotter for him. All the teasing made him into the man he was now and you thought that he couldn't love him more… But seeing him completely unhinged for you, you never dream of it.  “Come on, baby… You’re driving me crazy...” He grunted as he smacked a hand on your behind as he pulled out of you, then pumped back in you. Your legs quaked almost violently and your hips undulated rapidly to meet his onslaught, the knot that was building in your core finally snapped. The hard waves of pleasure crashing down on you in heaps, your cunt clenching hard on him as every part of you quivered beneath him. As you came undone and your body seemingly grew limp when your lover wound an arm around your waist and his hand now pressed against your throat, hoisting you up in his lap, panting over your neck. “Can’t take my dick anymore? It’s too much?” He fiercely hammered you, his groans turning into disconnected moans of your name, his hold on your neck growing tighter as he chased his climax. “Too bad… I’m not done yet.” He was so close and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. His motions flurried as he slid you all the way down to his base, the sounds of your skins slapping against each other only driving him even more wild, your body bouncing against him with ease as he dug himself deeper and deeper inside of you. His groans grew rougher as you rolled your hips back and forth, and he moaned loudly, as he continued to thrust in and out of you, his body shuddering violently under you, painting your walls white with his essence as he poured all his desire in you. He filled you up so well and he remained inside you, allowing you to go lax with him as your support. He pressed his forehead against the back of your nape, peppering you with soft and lazy kisses when he wasn’t trying to regain his composure and catch his breath. You could hear him still heaving as he had yet to descend from the height of his climax. “Did I hurt you, babe?” He mumbled against your shoulder, gruff and breathless, rubbing his hand gently on your throat. He was borderline about to choke you but thankfully, he didn’t. Kind of. Hearing a hint of fear in his voice made your heart clench with happiness. He needed some sort of reassurance to calm him after losing control to his carnal desires and instincts. You opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find your voice, especially after he had fucked your soul and voice out of you. You simply shook your head and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, resting your head back on his shoulder. He exhaled in relief, as if he hadn’t been able to breathe properly without making sure he was okay. This Theo… this is the man you were in love with. It felt so good as he stayed inside you, still connected even after he was done fucking you to tears. Releasing you from his hold, he kissed your shoulders, the nature of his kisses more gentle and with a softness that he did show you before now. “Lay on your back, babe and spread your legs for me.” You did exactly as you were told, displaying yourself completely to your lover as viscous trails of your mixed  desire dribbled out of your center.  Drawing a long strip with his fingers through your core, he brought it to your lips. “Open up… Don’t make me repeat myself. Tell me how good we taste.”  You opened your mouth and licked the length of his fingers, tasting the bittersweet saltiness of your mixed essence before you grabbed his wrist, pushed his digits even deeper into your mouth, which earned you a wider grin from your man. “So greedy… Suck. Imagine if it was my dick fucking your mouth right now.” Opening your mouth wider, Theo watched as you greedily lap your tongue around his fingers so hungrily but with a latent sense of exhaustion, sucking off every bit of you that covered him. Your bold actions made your core tighten and ache, the fierceness in his eyes was electrifying, even after all he had done to you. But even more than thought, Theo seemed to be brimming with pride. Collapsing next to you, he placed a hand on your hip, urging you to lie on your side so he could look at you. He seemed so different. That softness in his gaze and the small quirk of his lips that exuded nothing but pure bliss. Unusual… and it did things to your heart that you were not sure you would be able to handle. You bit your lip to keep yourself from crying, your chest tightening in the most bittersweet way possible. You couldn’t believe that any of this actually happened. Trying to distract yourself from the rush of emotions, it was time to let yourself explore him a little bit more, reveling in the afterglow of your fuck… lovemaking. His fingers found home in the lock of your hair, threaded through them softly, brushing the loose strands that were sticking to your face while your fingers ambled deftly from his abdomen, seeing his muscles clenching under your smooth touch, reaching his pectorals before resting on his shoulders. “You still want more, mijn liefje?” He smirked lazily, an expression of absolute contentment painted on his features. With a weak shake of your head, you leaned closer until your tired breath mingled, whispering against his lips. “I just want you, Theodorus.” Before your lips finally met, he uttered a response that you couldn’t even hear yet he silenced you with a tender kiss that slowly grew passionate but remained slow, not giving you the chance to protest and make him say it again. He nipped at your swollen lips and licked his way past them, exploring the love you were so willing to give and in that moment, you were certain that he was there to take it all. And much more. Breaking the kiss for only a short moment, he spread the slickness of your kiss over your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb before pressing down on it gently, your lips parted and eyes wanton with need for his affection.  “You already have me.” he mumbled against your lips with a smile before kissing you once again. With a smile so sweet… a smile that maple syrup couldn’t even rival, even if it tried. It would spoil you, turn you completely rotten, straight to your core. It would be all worth it.

Epilogue:

Standing in all his naked glory, Theo has just stepped in the bathroom where he had left you. Was he the perfect lover or what? He went to change the sheets of his bed while you soaked in his bathtub, relaxed and cleaned up after he made you delirious with lust.

“I don’t think you’ll fit, Theo.”

He gave you a huge grin, extremely suggestive and had you blushing even though he had just plowed you into the mattress. “Damn, Hondje. Still hungry?” You giggled and moved to one corner of the bathtub, hugging your knees to your chest. “Maybe...”

“Well, Hondje... “ He stepped into the tub and lowered himself, smirking at you as he sank his body in the water. “I hope you’re not going to regret those words after your bath. I already did quite a number on you.”

You gulped and bit your lip. Wait, your cunt was already well-pounded and you knew that your insides had just been so un-delicately and ruthlessly forged to fit him. Almost every part of your skin had been decorated with love bites and you were certain that this was just the beginning of his quest to paint you as he pleased. You squirmed just thinking about going at it again, excitement and trepidation ghosting your face.

He chuckled as he could clearly read you like an open book. With a come-hither bend of his index, you made your way to him, straddling his hips as the water swooshed around you. He raised an arch brow as your small hand found his cock, stroking him over and over again.

He didn’t question you, simply keeping his hooded eyes on yours, curious to see what you were planning to do. Once he hardened enough, he angled his tip to your entrance and let yourself sink down on him, a low moan reverberating deep in your chest while he breathed out sharply, the warm of your cunt enveloping him so deliciously.

You wound your arm around his neck, placing your ear to his chest, listening to the sound of his beating heart. “Let’s stay like this. Please.”

“Didn’t take you for a cockwarmer, baby.” he tried to sound abrasive as he usually did but his deep voice was laced with the affection that you yearned for.  “I’d do anything for some good dick, Theo.” you quipped.

“Oh, so now I’m just some good dick, Hondje?” his affronted tone was warm and you could definitely hear the smile in it. 

“No” you pouted, nuzzling your face against his neck, inhaling his scent and kissing his weak spot right under his ear. “I just want to be close to you. I don’t want this to end…”

Holding you tighter, a loud exhale left him, lifting one of your hands to kiss your knuckles before placing it over his heart. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

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Slower Than Words Ch. 1

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A/N: Welcome to my latest fic! I’m projecting about 10 chapters for this. If you’d like to be tagged, just leave a comment or shoot me an ask or send a request by falcon or w/e, I’m not picky!

Just to preface, I'd like to warn that there will be cult content in this work. I am in no way endorsing cults, nor am I criticizing anyone's religion. The intent of this work is to entertain, so please enjoy!

CW: Food, inflicted blindness, imprisonment

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Virgil wasn’t expecting a roommate.

He’d only been here for a month or so, but he’d been alone for a while. He’d been quarantined for the past twenty days, and experimented on before that—Virgil didn’t want to think about that.

He hadn't known he had a roommate until someone brushed up against him as he curled up on the cold floor. He couldn't find the bed, otherwise that was where he'd lie. But something touched him and he reared back, ready to attack.

Whatever it was didn't touch him again, and Virgil slowly let himself relax. The sudden movement had sent a migraine to pound at the walls of his head. He groaned and let his head rest on the cold floor beneath him, before hearing some rustling. He jerked right back up, flinching again when something heavy fell on him. A blanket.

“Hello?” he ventured. No answer. For a moment, Virgil was certain he was making it all up, that he had gotten the blanket himself but had forgotten. Then another noise—a scuffle, the sound of someone sitting nearby. A hand touched his shoulder, and Virgil did everything in his power to not draw back.

“Who's there?” he asked, his voice quivering. “I can't—I can't see. I can't see you.”

Even after they'd taken the bandages off his eyes, Virgil had been unable to see anything. The first week, his eyes had burned and itched. He'd restrained himself from scratching, but now he wasn't sure if it would have made a difference. He had lost his sight, and with it his whole world.

The hand didn't leave his shoulder, and Virgil reached out cautiously. His hands met something solid—a person? Yes, a person, and Virgil's hands clutched desperately at their shirt. He hadn't had safe human contact in so long. . . . The person seemed to understand that, and gently placed his arms around Virgil. Virgil let himself be wrapped in the hug, arms awkwardly against his chest. The person smelled like soap and dust and immediately warmed him. Virgil relished the fiery contact, pushing his head up into the person's shoulder and sighing. For the first time in weeks, he felt safe.

The person pulled back and Virgil floundered, reaching again into the empty air. A hand caught his and held it still. Virgil frowned, confused. What was happening? Were they not supposed to know about each other? Was the person about to lead him back into that room, the bright one where they leaned over him and—

Virgil wrenched his brain away from that train of thought. He needed to focus on the here and now, not the terrifying past. Starting with who the other person in the room was. Said other person suddenly let go off his hand and pulled him close again. Virgil decided to not worry about who they were or why they were both here, and melted into the person's chest.

-

When Virgil woke up, he blinked blearily before remembering that he couldn't see. Someone—the person from the previous day—was still holding him, but his slow breathing indicated that he was asleep. At some point, they'd moved to a bed. It was nice, all things considered. He wasn't alone, he was in a soft bed with a soft person, and he had no need to go anywhere anytime soon.

A loud clang! interrupted his drowsy thoughts and he jerked up, feeling the person beside him stir in their sleep.

“Hello?” Virgil said, his voice shaking. No answer. His roommate sat up beside him and placed a gentle hand on his back, calm and reassuring. Then the person slid out of bed and seemingly vanished—Virgil could no longer reach them, no matter how far he stretched out his arms. He whimpered unwillingly, then covered his mouth. No use seeming weak. A little voice in his head reminded him that he'd certainly done worse than whimper when they'd taken his sight.

A terrifying moment later, a hand was on his arm and guiding him into a standing position. Virgil stumbled a bit, but allowed himself to be led across the room until the person eased him to the ground.

As it turned out, there was food there, laid out on a tray. Virgil felt his way around the tray before lifting what he was certain was a spoon, letting the other person place a bowl on his lap. It was full of instant mashed potatoes, Virgil soon discovered. He hadn't really been focusing on his stomach, but he realized some sustenance would be nice. While he ate, the other person traced seemingly random patterns on his wrist.

The bowl with mashed potatoes was pulled away from him, then returned but filled with canned beans. Virgil grimaced: he'd never been one for beans, but at least they were warm. It struck him as he ate that he had no idea what time it was. Was this an odd breakfast, or a poor dinner? It reminded him of something his dorm mate might have made—and just like that, tears were forming and his nose was burning.

Why did they take him? Out of every twenty-something person they could've kidnapped to fulfill their sick desires of blinding someone, why him? Virgil missed home, he missed school, he missed his obnoxious dorm mate, he missed his terrible paying job making terrible pizzas—

The bowl was gently pulled from him and Virgil willingly fell into the person's arms. He sobbed into their shoulder, lost and sad and homesick. How many times had he cried alone in the past month? How many times had he longed for human contact only to wrap his arms around himself? Now he cuddled closer into the warm weight of another human being, gripping as tight as he could.

The other person lightly placed a kiss into Virgil's hair and Virgil felt safe, and warm, and still so so awful but also okay.

Virgil pulled back and fumbled around for the bowl again, still sniffling as he took another bite. The person continued to trace the patterns into his wrist, slow and soft. Over and over. Familiar, like they had no meaning yet every meaning simultaneously. Over and over and over. . . .

That was—repetition? Did the pattern start over? Virgil set down the bowl and placed his hand on the other person's, who immediately stilled.

“Come on, do it again,” Virgil croaked. He gestured at his wrist, trying to get his meaning across. “I wanna feel it.”

Slowly, the patterns started up again, and Virgil traced along with them.

a . . . b . . . c . . . d. . . .

The alphabet. The person hadn't spoken at all thus far, and Virgil felt unbelievably ecstatic about this form of communication. He pushed his hand into the other person's, food forgotten in the giddy anticipation of someone talking to him. Old Virgil would have scoffed, unimpressed at his thirst for human contact. Old Virgil wanted to be alone. Old Virgil hadn't spent weeks alone in darkness.

Virgil could pick out some of the letters the person traced, but the rest felt like random scribbling. He definitely felt an 'a', and an 'o', and then an 'n', but the rest was unclear. He shrugged, then put his hand over theirs again.

This time he could feel the letters more clearly, as the other person carefully guided his hand.

P-a-t-t-o-n.

-

V-i-r-g-i-l, Virgil spelled. V-i-r-g-i-l.

V . . . i . . . n . . . y . . . l . . . l.

“No, Virgil, not vinyl,” Virgil groaned. V-i-r-g-i-l.

V . . . i . . . r . . . g . . . i . . . l.

“Yes, yes yes!” Virgil impulsively hugged the man whose arm he'd been spelling on a second earlier. His name was Patton, and through much trial and error, Virgil had discovered that Patton was about his age and could see. Why he wasn't talking was a mystery that he hadn't decoded yet.

Virgil and Patton had been curled up on the bed for hours, tracing into each others' arms. It was mostly the alphabet, over and over again as they tried to instinctually recognize the letters. It was slow going, but Virgil felt they'd gotten far enough for his name—and they had. It exhausted both of them, he was sure, so he wasn't surprised when Patton fell asleep, him following shortly.

The past few days had been too short, it seemed, after the unbelievable length of the month he'd spent alone. Hours of tracing and sleeping and eating and just touching helped the days fly by. Every day Patton held Virgil steady as the walked the perimeter of the room, one hand on the smooth wall, the other clenched into Patton's shirt. He was slowly beginning to envision their cell in his mind's eye. He knew how many steps it was from the door to the beds—because there were two of them, apparently, though Virgil spent most of his time on the same bed as Patton. When it was night, he couldn't bear to let Patton go, afraid he'd wake up alone again, not able to find anyone. On nights when the fear was particularly bad, Patton held him to his chest and wiped the tears away.

They were almost constantly touching, in some way. When they were both mentally worn from the struggle of communicating, they often lay on the floor, hands entwined. In those moments, Virgil let his mind explore beyond the room, sometimes imagining himself to be a great wizard or adventurer. He went on grand quests to retrieve lost treasures, journeyed into caverns that dripped with shadows. Most of the time, though, he imagined he was going about his normal life. He pictured his dorm mate, the paths he'd take to school. He thought about the tree that grew outside his window, the aloe vera on his desk that was somehow managing to survive. Those bittersweet thoughts always led to a wave of homesickness, and Virgil would find himself curling into Patton's arms to cry.

Now, though, Virgil woke up slowly, automatically squeezing his grip to make sure he was still holding Patton's hand. The man squeezed back, then spelled something onto his arm.

V-i-r-g-i-l.

Virgil smiled sleepily and spelled back: P-a-t-t-o-n. Who was he to break morning routine?

F-o-o-d-s-h-e-r-e, Patton spelled out slowly, making a slicing motion on his arm to indicate a space between words. Virgil nodded, forestalling the man as he began to spell it again.

“I heard, I heard.”

Over breakfast, Patton continued the alphabet lightly. Virgil tried to keep his arm free, but he needed one hand to hold the bowl and the other to eat the oatmeal, so it wasn't going too well. Soon enough, the tray was taken from them (by the morning food-bringer, Virgil was beginning to be able to tell their footsteps apart) and Patton squeezed him in a brief hug before taking Virgil's hand and placing it over his own, tracing more letters onto Virgil's skin.

I-a-m-d-e-a-f.

That couldn't be right. Virgil wracked his brain, trying to think of which letter he misinterpreted. Before he could pick it out, though, Patton was tracing again.

I-a-m-d-e-a-f.

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[becbibliophile]

#FriendstoLovers 

After catching her husband in a compromising position, the last thing that Finley Granger wants is to enter the insanity that is the dating world. She’s dealing with enough upheaval: she’s quit her job as a journalist in Atlanta to start over as a librarian in the backwoods town of Green Valley, Tennessee. But her grandmother has other ideas. When GramBea teams up with her sister, Dot, and their best friend, Estelle, Finley finds herself surrounded by a trio of well-meaning yet incredibly bumbling matchmakers.

In spite of their efforts, there’s only one man she’s curious about, and that’s Zeke Masters, the library’s volunteer IT specialist. Sure, he’s 6’4”, impossibly built, ridiculously good-looking, and gets her nether regions tingling. However, it’s the tingle of her journalist spidey-senses that holds her attention most as she wonders why he’s on sabbatical from Seattle. Is he on the lam, or on the run from a bad relationship?

As Finley finds herself reluctantly drawn to the gorgeous IT guy, she can’t help but wonder: should she indulge in a little rebound fun with the mysterious Zeke – or has she finally met her match?

GOODREADS | AMAZON

MY THOUGHTS

Can I just say… I’m am loving ALL the Green Valley Library reads in the Smarty Pants Romance Series. Who knew a library in small-town Tennessee could be so fun! LOL.

Katie always takes me on a literary ride that I don’t want to hop off. I loved this book about a woman- Finley Granger, who is trying to redefine herself and open herself up to the one thing that she now knows was missing in her life… LOVE. After catching her husband in an affair, she decides to move in with her Grandmother, Godmother and Great Aunt. Let the fun begin.

There were moments… OH MY was I ever laughing so hard. I was reading at my son’s football practice and got some good stares. I just couldn’t stop laughing. And HOLY HOTNESS – Zeke Masters ticked off everything I love in a hero. I feel all of us can find a little bit of Finley in ourselves and my heart hurt for her and all that she was going through. But ZEKE!!!! Well, he makes it all better!

A super fun read! Loved it so much. It can totally be read as a standalone – but I highly recommend all the books in the Series!

#ContemporaryRomance #EmotionalRead

Choosing Us:

What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven-years-old?

You give… You live… And you love… Together. Forever. To have and to hold.

Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.”

Putting an end to me. To you.

To us.

Choosing You:

A single glance. A fleeting moment. A solitary touch could make everything worth it. This was my breaking point. This was where I lost myself completely. I did the only thing that made sense. The only thing I had left to give. I begged her…

To take me with her.

GOODREADS

BOOK ONE:  AMAZON | B&N | APPLE BOOKS | KOBO

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MY THOUGHTS

I couldn’t really make just one book as my top reads because this duet is just that a Duet. You must read book one to get book two. And let me tell you these books blew me away.

This was my first read from Monica and it absolutely blew me away. There isn’t much I can say about the books without giving away the whole plot. But these books have so many twists and turns, you won’t want to put the book down until you’ve read them both!.

#SecondChanceRomance 

Love at first sight.

That’s what it was when Rip Myers came up to me in kindergarten. From that point on, we were inseparable best friends.

When I work up the courage to tell Rip I love him, I am met with rejection. He tells me he treasures our friendship too much. That statement might as well be a knife to my heart.

I want to hold out hope that he’ll change his mind.

Instead, he moves on.

The only choice I have is to pretend that doesn’t slay me.

So, I say yes…to the man I love. But he isn’t the man I’ve been in love with nearly my entire life.

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MY THOUGHTS

Let me just say that I get giddy anytime a Kelly Elliott book hits my eReader. And this book was one of my most anticipated! If you haven’t read Kelly, she writes amazingly epic family saga, Texas romance novels.

This book was special because we got to see a next-generation from the Cowboys and Angels series – all grown up. But don’t let that stop you from reading this book, because the book can be read without having read the previous books.

I had some truly big laugh out loud moments and this book was so much fun. I highly recommend this series and any series by Kelly.

When I read one of Kelly’s books I feel like I’m home. I sink into her books and just relish each moment I have with these characters.

#Frenemies #BossRomance #Forbidden

It started out like any normal day.

Then the fender bender happened.

The guy I collided with drove an expensive car and was drop-dead gorgeous. Too bad he was also a total jerk. We argued over whose fault it was and any other thing that came out of his condescending mouth.

Eventually, the police came and we went our separate ways. The insurance companies would have to figure things out. I had a job interview to get to anyway—one I was excited about.

Though that excitement changed to disappointment the moment the person interviewing me walked in. The guy from the accident.

Whoops!

Yeah, so I didn’t get the position.

The problem was, I really wanted it. No, I needed it. Anything to get me out of my current career and back into working with kids.

So, even though Hollis LaCroix was as intimidating as he was devastatingly handsome, I went back to see him and begged for a chance.

To my surprise, he gave me a shot taking care of his troubled niece.

At least my attraction to him wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my job or the strong bond Hailey and I formed.

But resisting the magnetic pull between us wasn’t that simple. (Then there was our little underwear game—don’t ask.)

We continued to flirt without crossing the line—until it finally happened.

This is the part of the story where we fall in love and live happily ever after, right?

Well, life has a way of throwing some major curveballs.

Ours was one I didn’t see coming.

GOODREADS | AMAZON 

MY THOUGHTS

Hands down one of the best books yet from this dynamic duo. They just have the right recipe for a book that will have you laughing one minute and ripping your heart out the next.

Hollis and Elodie (Ok I admit, it took me waaaaayyyyy too long to figure out how to pronounce her name – Was it E LO DEE or Melolie without the M — ARRRGH) were the perfect match and I kinda figured out the big twist a little early on… but even with all of that, this book was still perfection.

Hollis is a workaholic, love scorned, douchcanoe. He needs to find a nanny to help him with his 11-year-old niece, whom all of a sudden is living with him after her dad was placed in prison.

Elodie needs a change in her career. She thinks that she would be the perfect match for Hollis’ niece Hailey since she grew up in a similar situation. She’s also love scorned and has sworn off men. At least until she meets Hollis.

The banter and sexual tension between these two are OFF THE CHARTS. I was crying laughing at the games these two would play and I just couldn’t put the book down.

5 PLUS STARS!!! I’m an addict for these two when they collaborate and hope this never ends!

#BestFriendsSister #Forbidden #RomCom

What happens when the cute mountain man you made out with, in an ice fishing shack turns out to be your brother’s best friend?

A whole lot of awkward, that’s what.

Maggie’s mind is reeling when she discovers the guy she became tangled up with at Marv’s Bait & Tackle isn’t a stranger like she thought.

The big snag: Sam and Maggie’s chemistry is hot enough to melt ice, which makes keeping their secret far more difficult than either expected.

Especially when one of them decides they want this arrangement to be more than just a catch and release.

GOODREADS | AMAZON

MY THOUGHTS

This was an audible read for me. This book was fantastic. First off, Amy Daws is hilarious. Her words keep me laughing and smiling and I was crazy about this book. Second, the audio actors were amazing! I usually hate when the actors have to go from their voices to those of the opposite sex but Erin and Teddy did a great job of not annoying me with horrible transitions. LOL. And speaking of the actors – I fell in love with this story because it was so well performed.

Sam meets a girl in the bait shop that is obviously off her rocker. But she’s cute and funny and so he decides to help her on her quests to become less “plain” and more exciting for her ex-boyfriend whom she knows will soon become hers again once she shows him how adventurous she can be. What Sam never expected was that Maggie was really Megan, his best friend’s little sister who still thinks she’s with her “boyfriend”.

Sparks fly between Sam and Maggie and soon she finds that Sam is maybe a more perfect fit for her than the ex.

This book kept me rolling in laughter and I loved it so much. If you are looking for an entertaining, hilarious listen or read- then this is the book for you.

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[andydona-chan]

So here’s a personal story

Because this happened and I just need to rant about it without feeling judged by my family and close friends...

I just ended a relationship…

Contrary to what you may think, he was never my boyfriend, we’d known each other for at least 10 years, we were at high school and back then our friendship was really good. I remember the first time I spoke to him, we were about 10 months away from graduation, we got along almost instantly, and it was as if we had been friends since the beginning of time. We actually made some great things while being at that stage, one of the things I remember with fondness was when we ‘published’ a few school pamphlets outside of the eye of the principal along with other students, it was so good that I was lucky to keep some of them, our first pamphlet was so good we never got a copy for ourselves and the original file was lost. If you’re wondering, we never got detention or were scolded for doing that, we were rebels and the high school next generations possibly heard about us after we graduated.

When we finally left after graduation and went separate ways I thought we were never going to see each other again. I always thought about him as the friend that I should have spent more time with, we were at school at the same time but never in the same group, and added to that during his second year he had got his girlfriend pregnant and had a daughter, so basically, life got ahead of us and we only shared limited time together at school. However after 4 years after that, when I was working and studying I found him on the bus, he was coming back from college and I was coming back from work, I almost didn’t recognize him, he had changed so much, but the connection was still there, we talked for some time on that bus ride, but he had to leave before me and I was happy to have been able to see him again, I didn’t really make a lot out of that cause the possibilities of seeing him again were really small.

It was a surprise then, when about 3 years after that he got in touch with me, I had just found him on Facebook, his account was completely empty but I still sent the request, and just a couple minutes after he redirected me to his active account and actually spend some time chatting with me, I remember at that point I had just left my old job, he was in the same situation so we set up a meeting to talk and catch up.

Nothing could have prepared me to what happened that day, I was used to the image in my memories of how he looked like and was expecting just that, my old friend a good chat and possibly some ice cream. I have to be honest because that’s why I’m writing all this, I really liked him since that day, he looked so handsome, he was taller than what I remembered and that connection I felt since the day I met him was still pretty much alive.

We spent hours talking, remembering the old times at school, we talked about books and stories, about our latest jobs and how our lives had developed until then. I’m sure I confessed back then that I was still single, as always, and I remember he was very surprised about it, he said he would think about tips to help me but we only ended up exchanging phone numbers to keep in touch, and even though I ended up basically with a crush on him that day, I expected nothing else.

From that day on we talked often, usually sharing how our day had been and basic stuff, that was until he confessed to me that he had had a ‘wet dream’ involving me. Of course, my already overexcited mind was blown; I had never in my life heard that from anyone, I probably have to explain that I have been a curvy girl all my life and many people in my surroundings expect a slimmer body before even looking at me, so it made me a bit happy to have managed this, while at the same time making me feel uncomfortable and confused when it came to thinking about him.

I actually asked him why he had told me about his dream; most of the people I know never share those ‘intimate details’ with anyone unless they’re already together, or at least I want to believe that, I don’t really know of anyone talking about it just because… So from that point on, I made it my personal quest to ‘be flirty’ with him, because I felt like that ‘dream’ was a cue to a possible attraction on his side; nothing I’d ever tried worked, so I was completely at a loss of what to do or say, just to be clear, I managed nothing, but at least I tried.

About a year into that, feeling more in control of myself and almost to the point of giving up on it, almost being the mental stage here, we were talking and joking around, me, feeling like a teenager typing on my phone on my bed, him, doing whatever he was doing at his, he dropped a comment about ‘misbehaving’, stating he had not done that in a while, to which I responded ‘likewise’, not really getting the real meaning behind it.

Possibly the worst thing I could have done, cause then he explained what ‘misbehaving’ meant for him and making me feel uncomfortable once again, I tried to let that go on the fun side by saying that I was then, the most well-behaved woman he knew, I was still a virgin. I don’t want to regret what happened next, because I was not getting any younger than I am now, my surroundings and previous experience as a plus size woman made it so difficult for me to even think about finding a partner that I accepted the offer the moment he dropped it.

There I was, feeling all giddy and happy, because he actually said some nice things about me, and my crush blinded mind was overly excited with the prospect that the next day, when I sent him a message was like being dropped into a pool of freezing water. He had no other intentions with me, he was only offering, cause ‘sex was amazing’ and I needed to try it, not because anything else, I felt like an idiot at that moment, for good reasons, I remember I actually got sick because of it. Because, of course, he had never promised anything else, there had never been anything like that between us, and he had never noticed that I liked him, so I had to pretend that nothing had happened and swallow my stupid wishful thinking because it was useless now.

Still the offer stood, and it was commented often, but it was not until a year later that something happened, my father died. Now, I don’t want to blame it on my father passing, cause even though I had the worst time ever after that happened, I managed, I started taking care of my family, taking more responsibilities and basically making everything work back again, but it was a lot, I was actually starting to feel like all my time was going to be consumed by these new responsibilities and I was actually going to die a virgin, so I thought, do it, if it’s the only time in your life this is going to happen, then let it be. As I said previously, I don’t want to regret this decision, cause it was the way I wanted, with someone I wanted, liked and trusted, and it was on my terms, if there’s something I have to say about this man is that he was a complete gentleman with me that one time.

But that’s the thing, right? It seems now that it was the only one time he was actually nice. Cause after that he started suggesting how I should dress, he even told about that one girlfriend he had that started as a chubby girl and turned into a model like woman that everyone envied when he was with her. He started suggesting exercises, and many other things. Luckily for me, I had already learned and was starting to get myself into the body positive movement. Trying to not let this affect me that much, we continue being friends, we go out, but most of the times I pay, food, entertainment, etc.

He sometimes joked, asking me if I was flirting with him, and I have to admit that maybe now and again I did, but nothing too overboard. I don’t want to talk too much about that part of our relationship, because even though it was mostly the same, I started feeling left behind. It didn’t take too long for him to actually, tell me that he ‘couldn’t be the man I was looking for’; at that point I had already accepted my fate with him so it wasn’t that horrible this second time.

Something happened to him at some point during this, he went through some kind of process that made him work on himself and his body functions, to the point that he claimed he was able to control his own ‘pheromones’, it was a superpower. He said he could use it to influence people and started drinking too much water and work through the Wim Hof method. He was basically on a weight loss program and wanted to make me believe his superpowers were real, that he had actually developed them with this program and part of his own ideas and that following the same path will help me develop my own.

At this point I thought: that’s a good strategy, too bad I don’t believe in super powers and I reject your offer of following the Wim Hof method, I don’t want to skip any meals and I refuse to shower in cold water, I can follow the breathing exercises, but I will not try to hold my breath for more than a minute, especially if I run the risk of fainting. It’s not that the method is bad, but it’s not for me, it scares me, thank you.

Long story short, he kept pushing on that, so I went with the flow. And this is when I notice he is not a nice person, he starts telling me that I have to do what he says, that I should work this or that, that I should smoke this, that I should not eat for this long. I was just playing along, seeing how far he will go, and thinking that maybe he will give up at some point, but I never really did everything he asked me to do. I already loved myself; I know what I want for me.

One day, after several discussions, because there were debates and places where I was not going to let him win, I ask if I should just believe that everything that I am, think and do is a mistake, and he answers: yes. This keeps going for several weeks in which I try to explain what I’m doing for myself, how I love my body and that I only want to be accepted and loved for who I am. He never lets me talk and when he does his only come back is to tell me that I’m wrong and that people have lied to me to make me believe it.

Really analyzing the situation I knew at that moment, that he was not going to ever let it go, I am convinced that he wanted to change me, for an entirely different person, I don’t know who, but nothing he is telling me leaves anything behind of the original me. So one day he is asking what I’m doing, and I tell him I’m sad, that I feel empty and that I don’t trust myself to make any decisions that day, that I can be wrong and that will probably ruin my life, just what he wanted, a blank page with nothing there, just insecurity. He blocked me for a week.

Then he comes back and tried to do the same thing once more, but at this moment I was already sure he will not hurt me anymore, and he gets angry. He is at this point, so mad at me that he has called me out for commenting on his facebook posts, that he keeps public (I would have expected him to unfriend me, I haven’t cause I find it funny he is so angry, also it’s my right if don’t want to make changes to my account, just like his), he makes horrible comments about the body positive movement, from where I’m already learning to eat healthy without missing what I love to eat, and calls me fat to make me ‘feel bad’.  The last thing he did was an unrelated comment about how sects tell you how to think and behave, makes you pay money to their cause and things like that, and I couldn’t stop thinking how similar to him it sounded and how close I was to be a part of that.

Anyways, I ended that relationship with him, he was a toxic person, he is now my ex-toxic, the person that was never my boyfriend, not my best friend, but an important piece in my life, he is now free being toxic somewhere else.

****

At the moment of finishing this I learned he spend a couple of days in a psychiatry hospital. He somehow lost control, broke some of his fingers while banging something and fainted, the reason, he tells me, ‘breathing makes him upset’ literally, so much for the breathing exercises.

End of the rant, you may now proceed, I'm good now.

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Invisible Beauty (Newt x Reader)

Character: Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Blind!Reader, Soulmate AU

Title: Invisible Beauty

  Requested by anon:

Hi! Request for an imagine for Newt (FBAWTFT) for a Soulmate!AU where everything is black & white but then it is colourful when you meet your soulmate? So Newt is chasing his usual Niffler since it stole something again. So when he gets the item back and gives it back to the owner (who is reader), the world becomes colourful. He says something like “wow isn’t it beautiful?” And reader is confused. It turns out that reader is blind and a muggle too. But Newt is sure that they are soulmates

  A/N: Written in Newt’s POV!

Blimey, that darn Niffler again. Where was that little bugger? He gave me nothing but trouble lately. I had expected my trip to New York to be calmer and more productive, I did not want to be chasing after a mischievous little creature who was too dazzled with shiny objects to keep himself out of trouble, and at the same time me.

I gasped when I noticed the Niffler crossing the street, holding on to what seemed a silver necklace. There was his beloved treasure, and I knew he only meant to make it bigger.

“Here we go” I whispered under my breath, prepared to go after him. However, something stood in my way, quite literally.

I was so preoccupied with keeping track of the escaped Niffler that my eyes had been directed to the other street instead of where I was walking. A lump lied on the floor, making me trip and causing me to fall on my knees.

“Oh, no!” A soft voice said in a high-pitched squeak. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry!”

I looked to see a lovely looking young lady, knelt down on the ground as her delicate hands gently palpated the ground.

“I’m terribly sorry” I apologized, clumsily reaching out just as she did as well. “I didn’t see you”

“Don’t worry” The smile she showed me next brought a sudden warm feeling to my chest.

As her hand rested against my arm, I was overcome with a wave of emotion that, although it was quite gentle, was somehow still powerful enough to take my breath away.

The world had always been black and white. I didn’t quite understand my classmates surprise over my ginger hair, or their confusion when I accidentally chose the wrong colored table when I was sorted into Hufflepuff. And even then, as I looked up to the buildings, cars, streets and people I saw nothing but monochrome, of browns, gray and black. Until I looked at her.

The girl was filled of beauty, of color, of life. The warm color in her eyes, the soft color in her hair, the faint pink in her cheeks. It was breathtaking, and an unexpected smile slowly took over my lips.

“I’m sorry, mister” Her soft voice brought me back to reality. “I know I shouldn’t be crouching on the ground in the middle of the street, but I seem to have misplaced something very important to me”

Her words reminded me of my quest in search of the Niffler. With a quick movement of my eyes, I noticed he was nowhere in sight. He had escaped for now.

“Did you lose something then?” I replied, politely yet timidly holding her by the elbow as she stood to her feet. That brief contact brought sudden butterflies to my stomach.

“My silver necklace” She sighed, resting a hand on her chest. “It was a gift, so I treasure it very dearly”

“I’m afraid I can’t see it around here either” I muttered, forcing myself to avert my gaze despite my unusual desire to stare at her colorful and lively face. “But I can certainly help you look for it”

“That would be wonderful!” She smiled widely, gently squeezing my arm, that I had forgotten she was still holding on to. “Thank you so much!”

“It is no trouble, really” After all, I felt partially guilty that my Niffler had stolen it, it was my responsibility to help her get it back. “Shall we?”

“Where are we going?” She followed after me, slowly letting go of me.

As we crossed the street together, I was fascinated by our surroundings. Every once in a while, we encountered a colorful poster that announced a big event. The colors of the announcement were strong and vibrant, a delightful sight.

Curious about my own attire, I looked down to notice my blue and yellow Hufflepuff scarf, my dark coat, bright vest and brown boots. Before, it all looked grey.

“Are you still there?” She asked me suddenly.

“Yes” I hurried to reply, half questioningly, trying to forget about the beautiful colors all around me.

“I know” The girl smiled at me, a sight I was yet not over. “You just grew awfully quiet over there”

“Sorry” I chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere but into her warm eyes. “It’s just quite beautiful…”

“What is?”  

“You don’t see the colors?”

“I’m… blind”

I suddenly felt so stupid. I thought the reason she wouldn’t meet my eyes was because she was shy, just like I often found myself averting my gaze as eye contact made me uncomfortable. I felt terrible, although I forced myself to speak up as to not upset her with my silence.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t’ realize-“ She smiled, to my surprise, interrupting my nervous rambling.

“It’s okay, mister” The lady nodded vehemently, that kind, beautiful and friendly smile still present in her lips.

“Please, call me Newt” I mildly bowed my head down even if she couldn’t see me.

“Newt” She repeated, savoring the word. Such a simple word, yet my name had never sounded as wonderful as until the moment it came from her mouth, uttered by her lovely voice. “My name is Y/N”

It was quite a beautiful name, though as I opened my mouth to say it, I gulped without meaning to. Instead of saying any words, I only managed a strangled noise.

In response to my awed silence, Y/N did nothing but to smile even wider and let out a beautiful chuckle that somehow brought me a sense of familiarity, accompanied by an inner warmth. If I didn’t know it was impossible, I would have thought that some sort of strange creature that I strangely didn’t know about had taken over my stomach to make me feel this giddy. Of course, there wasn’t such creature. But there was Y/N, an incredibly human being that made me feel as special as my creatures did.

“Do you happen to see my necklace around here?” Y/N spoke up, claiming my attention.

“N-No, can’t say I do”

“It should be close if I dropped it, I heard it falling”

“You don’t think it could have been, unfortunately, stolen?”

“Let’s hope not!”

“We will find it, Y/N” I assured, quite confident that I could keep at least that promise.

“Thank you, Newt” I couldn’t quite tell if it was intentional or not, but her shoulder gently bumped against mine. “Thank you very much”

*

It was quite difficult to focus on one thing. On the one hand, I had to search for the Niffler and make sure I recovered the necklace. On the other hand, Y/N was quite distracting and even the new colors that surrounded me paled next to her beauty. Her conversation was exhilarating and her gentle kindness was intoxicating. Y/N’s presence alone made me forget about my mission until I remembered that I was after the Niffler.

“There!” I exclaimed when I spotted a small furry creature running around.

“Where?!” Y/N blindly reached out until her hand rested on my forearm, and I must say that her constant need for physical contact was quite pleasant and endearing. It was a surprise even for myself, as I usually dreaded it.

I silently pulled my wand out with my free hand and subtly pointed it towards the Niffler.

“Accio” With that, the necklace and the creature it was attached to were attracted to me until the Niffler rested on my arms.

He looked up at me with innocent eyes, yet I sent him a harsh glare. I saved him in my pocket, hoping he would not escape again before I took the time to put him back in the case, and retrieved Y/N’s necklace.

“Newt?” She called me, expectant and excited.

“If I may… Your hand…” I stuttered, but she gladly held it out for me. I gently lay the necklace on her palm.

“Yes!” She eagerly fidgeted around, but stayed still for a moment to pass her fingers over the surface of the pendant. “This is it!”

Holding it gingerly, she lay it over her collarbone and moved her hands to her nape to try and secure it. Seeing as she struggled a bit, I quickly saved my wand and positioned myself behind her.

“Allow me to help you” I shuddered when our hands brushed against each other as she softly let go of the end of the chain. I tried to be gentle as I secured the necklace, knowing it was inevitable for my fingers to graze her soft nape.

“Thank you!” Y/N turned around suddenly, surprising me as we now were facing each other, extremely close.

I gulped at the closeness, but not because it made me uncomfortable. It… flustered me. I craved it, much to my dismay, yet at the same time it made me nervous. Even more nervous than any possible interaction I had before, yet for the first time I realized it wasn’t a bad thing.

A feeling within me told me that this was something special, that Y/N herself was special, at least to me. And not because she was, in my eyes, but because she was destined to be special for me. Like… soulmates? Perhaps, yes.

“You would think I’m absolutely mad but… I think we’re soulmates” I stared at her expectantly, even if I had to look away soon after. No matter the fact that she didn’t notice me staring.

“Oh, so you felt it too?” That perfect smile illuminated her soft features once more.

“Yes” I blinked repeatedly, completely astonished. “How did you know if you can’t....?”

Her hands slowly made their way to my face. Her tender palms rested against my cheeks, bringing a loving warmth as her delicate fingers caressed my skin. While one hand lingered there, the other met my hair, carefully touching my curls.

“I can’t see it, but I can feel it…” She took a deep breath, overwhelmed, even if she was smiling. “And it is beautiful”

I reached out to touch her, but hesitated. Her hands moved, caressing my jaw and my neck on their way down until they settled over my shoulders. I tried again, and my fingers were trembling as they gingerly took hold of a single tuft of her soft hair.

To my surprise, Y/N didn’t react. Despite not seeing me moving closer, she was not startled, nearly like she expected me to. Like she knew I would because she anticipated my movements. Because she knew me.

“I don’t need to see to feel that vitality arising in me, or to know of your softness and gentleness”

“Oh…”

“It’s strange, but it’s true… It’s like… an invisible beauty like…”

“Magic” I completed for her, earning a smile and a nod.

“Exactly, Newt”

“You do believe in magic?”

“Absolutely”

“I can show you some more magic”

I held a hand out for her to hold, just then realizing I would have to either tell her or hold her hand myself. However, before I could do any of the above, her palm gently pressed against mine as she innocently giggled. Somehow, she knew. Perhaps it was something in my tone that gave it away, or she might have heard the fabric of my coat rustling as I stretched out my arm. Or what I chose to believe, that our shared souls communicated what our bodies and minds couldn’t.

I smiled, treasuring the feeling of her hand against mine. No one had ever made me feel like that, I only felt this comfortable and relaxed around my creatures. But Y/N wasn’t just anyone, and I didn’t think our meeting was a coincidence. She was special, and she made me feel like myself, especially because somehow she liked me that way.

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