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romancefranaticstay · 7 months ago

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☆.｡.:* Neighbor ☆.｡.:*

Neighbor!Jeongin x fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤

Warnings: ♥ None ♥ (but... maybe a little smut towards the end)

Note: A short story about some neighbor fluff, very romantic (in mine opinion), i hope you enjoy!

Xoxo

Rachel

You were wearing headphone's, jumping around with your music.

"I bring, I bring all the Drama-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey) I bring drama-ma-ma-ma (hey, hey) With my girls in the back"

You singed, making some little dance move's.

'나로 시작되는 drama (all that)'

You were heading towards your house when you saw a moving van. That's weird, you didn't move, did you? You snuck a little closer and saw a new family moving into the house next door.

You saw two people standing there, they were probably a couple. They looked quite old, maybe they had children. Oh! That would be so nice, to finally have friends in your neighborhood.

You went inside and grabbed a snack from the fridge. You didn't have much to do before school tomorrow, so you could finally get some rest and enjoy these beautiful spring days.

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Eventually you started to get bored in your room. You went downstairs to your garden. Your garden was so beautiful, because all the sunlight always shone in your garden.

Beautiful, but a few clouds in the sky. The trees glistened in the sunlight, everything looked more beautiful than usual. Suddenly you heard a voice.

'안녕하세요, Hey.'

You looked around to see where the voice came from. You looked to your right and saw a boy leaning against the gate of your garden. He had black hair that fell slightly over his eyes.

"Hey."

"Do you live here?"

'No, I'm just sitting in their garden, sorry, I'm being sarcastic again. Yes, I live here.'

"So you're my new neighbor?"

'Ahh, so you are our new neighbors, welcome to the neighborhood by the way. It's very quiet here, so you're going to love it here.'

"I'm sure I'll like it here." he said under his breath.

"So, what are you doing?"

"I was actually listening to music."

'Can I listen in?'

"Of course, come."

He carefully opened the gate and approached you. When he came closer, you could observe his face better. He was actually very beautiful. He calmly took the headphones from your head and placed them near his ears.

"I know this song!"

'Really? What's it called then?'

'Let me think...

I'm a 퀸카 I'm a 퀸카 I'm a, I'm a, I'm a 퀸카 I'm a 퀸카 "

he started to sing. You laughed, he could actually sing very nicely.

"So you know it."

'Of course I know. Can I show you some songs?'

"Sure, go ahead."

He grabbed your phone and started typing something on Spotify. You recognized the lyrics immediately.

“Ahh, BTS run.

�� 뻗어봤자 금세 깨버릴 꿈 (꿈, 꿈) 미칠 듯 달려도 또 제자리일 뿐 (뿐, 뿐)

그냥 날 태워줘, 그래, 더 밀쳐 내줘 이건 사랑에 미친 멍청이의 뜀박질 ..."

You both started laughing.

"Actually, I should be helping my parents, so... I'll see you later?"

'Yep, ofcourse.'

He waved and went out of sight. Finally someone to be friends with, or so you thought...

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Every day you learned something new about him. He had a big brother and a little brother. He likes his personal space and he has some different tastes in music. His favorite colors are also Coral and Teal. He also has a lot of passion for music.

He told something about his friends, it doesn't mean that he has moved that he has to change schools. You've already heard of someone named Seungmin and Changbin. They sound very funny. He is the youngest of his group of friends.

You sat with him in his room, you lay on his bed.

"You know, I'd love to build a time machine and go back to the '90s."

'How so?' Jeongin asked.

"I just want to see how everything works there."

'Do you like the 90s concept?'

'Yes of course! The hair, the clothing style, the stuff, wow.'

'Yes, that's possible.'

'Which era do you find most interesting?'

'I don't really know, maybe just this time, because we live in the moment now. We live now and not in the past. We will never be able to live in the past, so why compare this time to the others?"

“Wow, very poetic Jeongin.”

'Am I wrong?'

"No, in a strange way it all makes a lot of sense."

"Let's change the subject."

"Okay sure, what do you want to talk about?"

'Maybe about love? Do you believe in soulmates?'

'Me? I don't know, sometimes I feel like there's one person for everyone. But sometimes I think that certain people just fit together because of certain interests. And you?'

'I don't know, I think so. I want to live with the idea that there is someone for me, who suits me exactly. Okay, maybe not exactly, but still.' 'Yes..'

"You know, this might sound really weird, but maybe I can try out my flirting techniques on you?"

"Sure, but don't think it'll work."

'Bet?'

"Okay bet."

He came next to you on the bed. He grabbed your hand with one hand and caressed your cheeks with the other.

"Do you think that'll work?"

"Shh, I wasn't ready yet."

He breathed deeply and started looking into your eyes.

“You always look like an angel Y/N.”

'Am I an angel? More like a devil.'

He rolled his eyes and turned back to you. He looked from your eyes to your lips and vice versa. He touched your lips with his thumb, your heart skipped a beat.

“These lips Y/N, these lips, the most beautiful thing.”

You couldn't say anything anymore, what could you say? Your hands slid to his hands. Even though he was so confident, his hands were a bit sweaty.

His face moved closer to yours and... he kissed your cheek softly.

'And? Good flirting techniques?' he says as you still hold his hands.

You cleared your throat.

'Yes, quite good, yes, I have heard better.'

'Are you sure?'

'Sure.' you avoided eye contact.

He turned your face so you were looking at him.

'A bad liar.'

Suddenly he pinned you down on the bed.

'And now?'

'Hmmm, it could be better.'

His eyes fell on your neck, he grinned. His mouth came closer to your neck, so close that you felt his warm breath on your so sensitive skin. His tongue made small circles on your neck, leaving small bites.

'And now?'

'It's better already.'

"I can always make it better."

His face came closer to yours, so close that you were about to kiss, but he only kissed your forehead.

Your puppy dog eyes looked up at him. You wanted more... but not in a bad way. He wanted to leave again, but you didn't just let him go. You grabbed his face and pressed your lips together.

His eyes went wide, but he didn't back down. When your lips parted again, he just stared at you in surprise.

"How about that?" you said with a very big grin on your face.

You got up and went to his door.

“This was fun, I'll see you tomorrow. Same hour.”

You wanted to open the door but he stopped you.

"Do you think you'll leave now?"

He kissed you again and pushed you against the door a little. You felt his hands over your body, it couldn't be more romantic.

You looked down and saw that the bulge in his pants was big. He saw what you were looking at.

"Are you going to help me with this?"

'With pleasure.'

You said, leaving small kisses on his face.

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nothesunisadeadlylazer · 7 months ago

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Alright, that post got a little more than ten notes. Here we go: Lazer's timkon babies.

First there's Wendy, she's the oldest. She's a clone. Tim was trying to bring back Kon then bam, Wendy. (There might be a time skip between events, like when the cloning attempt was successful it might've been a few years before Tim and Kon met Wendy and all while she's still a baby.)

Her full name is Gwendolyn Martha Drake-Kent. Don't call her Gwendolyn, she hates it when that happens. Especially when she associates it when her dads are mad at her cuz she's in big trouble

She mainly looks like Kon. She has his curly hair, alien blue eyes, his sun-kissed skin, etc. However I imagine she has Tim's smile. Kon is immediately reminded of Tim whenever Wendy smiles.

She has all kryptonian abilities. They started showing up when she was about 8 or 9. Kon taught her how to fly when she was ten.

As she got older she began to pick up a few hobbies. Like, she enjoys playing volleyball and she can also sing and play bass.

I'd like to think as she gets older she dresses more and more like Kon. She has a lot of piercings, she dresses in a more 90's style, just stuff like that.

There's also Evangeline Drake-Kent aka Evie, Wendy's younger sister

Wendy and Evie are four years apart, with Wendy as the older one.

Evie is a surrogate baby. I'd like to imagine Cassie was the one who carried her.

She's a lot more like Tim. She's more reserved and more introverted. She has Tim's eyes and hair color but she has wavy hair (it borders on wavy to the point you could call it curly) and tanned skin (she's not as dark as Wendy and Kon tho)

She LOVES cats. They're her favorite thing. She could spend hours talking about everything about cats.

Eventually she got a grey cat for her birthday and named it Juniper

When Evie gets older she figures out that she's a lesbian

So she eventually gets a cool alien girlfriend (that's a story for another day)

Powers wise I think she would have TTK or some other telekinetic abilities.

That's all I got feel free to ask questions about them I love talking about them!

#i may be cringe but i am free #timkon #conner kent #kon el #tim drake #timkon clone baby au #dc

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auclairedetoru · 17 days ago

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Levi on a first date with a cadet pls 🙏🏻

This is a soldier! Levi x cadet! reader story. I imagine it takes place around the time Levi joined the survey corps. He is in his mid 20s and reader is in her early 20s.

I apologise if you wanted captain! Levi x cadet! reader but every way I tried to picture it couldn't be legal or ethical 😭

It's a beautiful spring day. The sun is out, the wind is softly blowing, and it's a day off. It couldn't get any more perfect than this, right?

Somehow for y/n it did, because her crush, Levi Ackerman, asked her out on a date. The way he did it was a little odd, though. He sent Isabel who excitedly told her "big brother Levi wants to take you on a date!", it took y/n by surprise but nevertheless, she said yes.

She's excited for the date, obviously. She's been dreaming of this moment since she realised she has feelings for him, but she's also a little worried. Levi is a man of very few words, and 90% of those words were a little harsh, he also doesn't like to show a lot of emotions. How would a date with someone like him go? Would she regret saying yes? She hopes not, she really likes Levi and has always wanted to get to know him more.

She settled on wearing the pretty sundress her mother sewed her before she joined the cadet corps, she left it for a special occasion and going on a date with her crush seems like the best one. She styled her hair prettily unlike how she usually wears it and put a little bit of colour on her lips with the beetroot balm she got for her birthday. After triple checking her bag has everything she needs, she goes to meet Levi.

He told her (through Isabel, of course) to meet him by the river in the forest, and sure enough, as she approaches the area, she sees him leaning against a tree, a basket on his hand. She walks up to him shyly, a little smile on her lips when he finally sees her.

“oh, you're here. Good.”

Without saying another word, he puts down the basket and pulls out a sheet, he laid it on the ground and mentions with his head to a random spot, “sit.”

She does as told while he continues to pull out the remainder of things in the basket. She wasn't expecting a lot when Isabel told her that he's taking her on a picnic, but it seems like Levi tried to bring as many things as possible. Tea, pudding, sugar cookies, a better quality bread than the one they get for their meals, those are all things they consider luxury now. Y/n is touched by this sweet gesture.

“Levi... You didn't have to get all these, they're expensive!”

Levi glances at her and sees her shocked face. He shakes his head and looks back down at the tea he's about to pour.

“Tch, it's nothing. I asked you on this date, didn't I? I should provide what's needed for it.”

“Well technically you asked Isabel to ask me...” a small, teasing smile is on the lips as she takes the tea cup from his hands.

“Don't get smart with me, now.” he warns, his glare less menacing than usual. She giggles melodically as her hand comes up to cover her mouth, the simple action quickly makes him frown deeply.

“Don't do that.” his tone makes it seem like he's scolding her and she immediately stops, turning to look at him as she puts her hand down.

“Do what?” she asks, her head tilting in confusion. Did she do something wrong already? She starts feeling anxious thinking she already messed up the date.

“Hide your mouth when you laugh,” he says, his eyes avoiding hers and focusing on pouring himself a cup of tea, “I don't like it when you do that.”

She feels her cheeks getting hot and she looks down at her hands. What does he mean by that? Why would he dislike the simple action of putting her hand over her mouth when she laughs? It's something she was taught growing up, to not laugh loudly and at least try to muffle it as she is a young lady and needs to be presentable.

“I-I'm sorry, it's just one of the good manners I was taught growing up.” she explains, her eyes shyly looking up at him before looking back down at her hands.

Levi scoffs, “what kind of good manners teach you to hide your smile? Do they want you to become depressed so you'd do everything they say without asking questions?” he shakes his head, “ good manners... It's a load of bullshit, that's what it is.”

Y/n laughs lightly, “clearly most of the things they tried to teach me didn't work since I'm here. I think that was just a habit that stuck with me.”

He looks at her for a moment, like he's trying to read her mind or something like that. She takes the moment to look at him too and study his face. He looks a lot more relaxed than usual, still a little tense, but he's slowly loosening up. The way the sun is hitting his grey eyes makes them seem like they're a mute blue. He looks a lot healthier than he did when he first arrived, his cheeks are fuller and the colour is slowly coming back to his skin. His haircut is still the same, Isabel told her that he knows how to cut his own hair and even tried to teach her how to cut her own an-

Suddenly, his hand is in front of her face, and he's pushing a strand of hair away from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear gently.

“when you're with me I want you to forget about all those things they taught you, okay?” his voice is lower than usual making a million butterflies escape in her stomach. The heat on her cheeks increases as his fingers gently touch them while he's retreating his hand.

“okay.” she whispers, her eyes never disconnecting from his, like they were magnets pulling her to him. He nods in satisfaction, happy with her answer, “now tell me, does that little brat Isabel bother you or is she like that just with me?”

From that point on, conversation between them flew easily. She told him about her life growing up and how her family members wanted her to marry a nobleman so they'd all go live in wall Sina with her and how her aunts nearly got a heart attack when she told them she'll train to join the survey corps instead. Levi even told her a little bit about his life in the underground, he didn't get into details like her, but knowing how he is, what he told her was more than enough.

Time passed by quickly with Levi, almost too quickly. Being in his company made her forget about the things that were weighing down on her shoulder, she enjoyed talking to him a lot, especially after getting to know him and finding the things they have in common, but unfortunately she had to come back to reality and help him pack up as the sun sat behind them.

Levi was sweet enough to walk her to her dormitory building, he convinced himself that it was a simple gentleman gesture he had to do, but deep down he too didn't want to leave her side. He had fun with her, even if he didn't talk much, he liked listening to her tell him stories about herself.

“Well, this is it,” she smiles as they stand in front of the building, “thank you for today, Levi. I really had a good time with you.”

He nods, his hands tucked in his pockets. It's awkward for a few seconds, neither of them knowing how to part ways after a date. Y/n looks around, hoping something would inspire her to say something. Fortunately for her, he beat her to it.

“Next weekend, are you doing anything?”

She thinks for a moment before shaking her head, “I was planning on practicing with some of the other cadets, but I can reschedule.”

“Furlan and Isabel wanted to visit the market, but knowing them they'll probably wander off without me and I don't want to be stuck at a place like that alone. Is it possible you'll be able to come with us?”

Y/n tries to hold back a the big grin wanting to break through her face. She knows he's just making excuses to ask her out on a second date, but she'll play along just because she wants to see him again too.

“I'd love to come with you, Levi.”

He nods trying his best to act like he's cool about it but his heart was beating very fast, thank god she can't see it or else he'd be very embarrassed. This is his first time feeling something like this, he wouldn't call it love, but he does like her a lot and he thinks if she becomes a bigger part of his life, he'd be very happy.

Happiness? That's a feeling Levi never thought he'd ever get, but that's how he kind of feels around her, content too, like they're not in constant danger. She calms his brain down, especially when she talks about something and gets excited about it. She's a great listener and remembers the tiniest details people tell her about themselves. She's also very pretty, he likes her smile a lot, it makes him want to smile too. She has pretty eyes too, especially when the sun hits them. Her personality seems genuine, and Levi likes that, she's very sweet. She's kindhearted, always willing to help others no matter the situation.

Nevermind, it's definitely love.

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rei-ismyname · 1 month ago

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HOUSE OF XCII Highlights

Towards the end of Krakoa the novel idea of a mini speed running the era in X-Men 92/TAS-style came together and it was pretty fun. Krakoa was full of characters that just didn't exist in 92 (or were dead, so some fancy footwork was required to dunk it in nostalgia while maintaining continuity and entertaining.

Assault on the Master Mold

These 90s mutants were wise enough to bring Magneto on the Mother Mold assault, and after everyone dies he easily crushes the base into nothing. Seriously, just send him in first. This base was actually a bunch of X-Men enemies like Trask and Wolverine spent too long quipping at him to prevent him pressing a single button - activating the ORCHIS protocols.

The Five resurrect folks with clothes on! Makes sense - 92 was way less horny than Krakoa (and was a children's cartoon.) Chuck is lying here. MotherMold destroyed, but they really needed to stop that button being pressed. How do they know about ORCHIS?

Everyone's fave mallrat

This lady. Jubilee has Moira's resurrective immortality abilities and she's hiding in a metal shack in a very public space on Krakoa. Her secret of not being dead etc will surely be uncovered soon. Also, Logan is literally standing outside it sniffing. Send him to stab a single feeble middle-aged man and he's useless, but he will sniff out your secrets just for kicks. Anyway, Moira Jubilee is pissed off at the helmet bros for Logan's blunder.

RADICAL! I like these data pages for how much work they do and the cowabunga style. I feel sorry for The Five having to work with Fabian Cortez though. These jokes are awful too.

If you kill your enemies, they stop being a problem.

X of Swords is recognisable but is over quickly. Arkon is the provocateur but Genesis here cuts his head off and reveals it was all her doing. To test Krakoa or something. She looks ridiculous. Just don't think about how much of Apocalypse's physicality is due to Celestial enhancements and what Genesis looking identical implies.

Ayyy, Polaris' hair is green!

Beast was one of the folks that died in X of Swords, and the Otherworld caveat applies to resurrection plus they become evil and immune to telepathy. Dark Beast comes back and highjacks all Sinister's schemes. Also, the first X-Men vote happens at the gala! I think that's Sunfire.

Yeah let's dig up Cody. See what that MF has to say.

Okay yeah there's confirmation. There's a lot of Easter eggs in 92, most of which are funny. Revealing what Logan is pissed off about would spoil the twist, but he's being a possessive dick over Jean. Scott is like 'she is a big girl who can make her own choices.' Sabertooth is doing his best to ruin everything.

They have Nimrod issues here too. I got a kick out of the setup wizard.

The coward dog Logan

Hard to believe this bunch of losers could cause Krakoa trouble, but you know the saying 'the X-Men always lose.'

The Inner Circle is the Quiet Council and this is their mixtape. Achy Breaky Heart? Come on! All in all it's a pretty funny mini. Definitely worth a read. The beats from the First Krakoan Age are all there but remixed into something a little different.

#house of xcii #x comics #x men #krakoa #marvel #xmen #comics #magneto #charles xavier #cyclops #orchis

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michellemisfit · 1 year ago

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Weekly Tag Wednesday Thursday

Thank you @darlingian for creating this week’s game. Thanks for the tag @juliakayyy @lingy910y @jrooc @sam-loves-seb @mmmichyyy @mickeysgaymom @deedala @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @stocious @mybrainismelted @energievie

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father?

Magnus Bane (Shadowhunters) would be pretty cool, AND magic.

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

Do laws include laws of science and… y’know… reality? If not… Mother fucking dragon, baby!

What is your Chinese takeout order?

Salt & Pepper chicken. Duck pancakes. Satay chicken. Prawn crackers. An insane quantity of spring rolls for @rutherinahobbit

What's your favorite emoji?

I’ve become very fond of 🫡, but the one I use most often is probably 🥺 - it’s literally my face. I look at Ruth like that and say ‘I am the emoticon’ and then she has to be nice to me… 🥺

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

Library. For the aesthetic and the comfy comfy reading nooks! Also I would be able to have all my favourite fic bound and displayed in the library <3 <3 <3

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

My Little Pony and Animals Of Farthing Wood

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I had it for longer, but I first started really using it for Shadowhunters, and 90% of the fandom was here, before it largely moved to Twitter, and now has been struggling to move back, so has sort of become a bit homeless 🥺

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

Anything neat and tailored. I think it looks fly AF, but I have neither the body type nor the patience for it.

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Stars Hallow is really good shout I’ve seen other people use. Also any fictional TV show that basically takes place in a home, only. I’d be all over that! haha

What is your favorite piece of art?

I’ve been obsessed with ‘Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee Around a Pomegranate a Second Before Awakening’ ever since I was about 10 years old.

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

I recently broke my water bottle so I’ve got a temporary replacement one and I hate it. It’s boring and too big and not the right shape. Grr.

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I’m pretty loud about all my fic feelings. Sometimes I unexpectedly enjoy a Mafia/Crime AU, though I would never go looking for it!

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

I’ve got three. A tote bag for when I bring lunch Tupperwares into work or otherwise have to transport big things. A large backpack for when I bring my laptop into work or travel. And a tiiiiiiiny backpack (smaller than A5) and the weirdest thing is how much stuff I manage to fit into it! First Aid Kit. Sewing Kit. Wallet. Phone. Portable Phone Charger. Sunglasses. Tissues. Cigarettes. House keys. Pill box. Misc. hair things for when other people need them.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Carl. Ultimate chaos couple!!!! 🙌

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

We all know the old adage: You're only ever one good fic away from developing that weird kink you keep making jokes about, stay humble.

There’s nothing that hits quite the way an unexpected horny swoop hits! Stay humble. Stay open. Stay curious.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

Mickey Milkovich voice: YUP YUP

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

Agree with @lingy910y - I absolutely see Mickey and Carl fighting for the bat! it’s their potato masher!! <3

Tagging @silvanshadow @captainjowl @thisdivorce @crestfallercanyon @heymacy @ohkate @too-schoolforcool @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @callivich @crossmydna @palepinkgoat @vintagelacerosette @the-rat-wins @tsuga-of-mars @you-are-so-much-better-than-that @ian-galagher @imikhailotakeyouian @mikhailoisbaby @depressedstressedlemonzest

#weekly tag Wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #darlingian

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jsprnt · 1 year ago

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Healing Hearts PT.2 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

WC: 2.892

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I am awoken by the blaring sound of my alarm. Why do I always have to wake up when my bed gets so comfy? I groan, fighting the urge to snooze my alarm, checking the time while at it. It's six now, two hours to make this face look like it has seen more than four hours of sleep.

I check my messages before washing up. Walking out to the bathroom to put on my outfit. Some 90's style jeans and a body hugging cropped shirt. Nothing too much, I'll have to wear my scrubs anyway. I make my bed and do some breathing exercises to calm my nerves, meeting new people was still a big challenge for me. I finish eating breakfast and turn on the coffee machine for a nice frothy cup of coffee. Admiring the view behind my window as I sip the last bit of my coffee. The city is not entirely up yet, people still enjoying their last minutes of sleep before going to work or school.

Walking back to my room for the best part of my morning, doing my make up! I apply my base carefully. First day means first impressions, I can't go overboard, not yet. I curl my long lashes, coating them with mascara. Lining my lips with brown liner, some lip balm on top for a subtle look. I take out my jewelry box, grabbing my usual gold necklace. It was custom made, adorning my name, a graduation gift from my mom. I look into the mirror, humming a song in satisfaction as I do my hair. I grab my bag, stuffing it with things I might need throughout the day. Finally, putting on my Nike dunks and leaving my house.

I walk downstairs to my car. Thankfully my dad had arranged for it to be imported from Spain a couple weeks ago, when I accepted this job. My dad had a thing for paying for my things, maybe it was to make up for our strained relationship or something. Either way, I wasn't going to refuse his help, it benefited us both anyways. He'd feel like a present father, and I'd feel like he cared.

I jump into my car, the dashboard lighting up. I run my hands around the steering wheel for some comfort before I hit the road. The leather soft as I trace the Mercedes logo, I loved this baby. My G-class never failed to make me feel like the bad bitch I am. I told you working hard and spending hard had its perks. I turn on the navigation system, hoping it would take me straight to the training grounds without any issues.

I turn on some music, trying to drown out my nerves and thoughts. It was never too early for some Drake. I try to pay special attention to my surroundings, since the more I memorize, the faster I can get used to this route. My navigation system pings as it tells me I've arrived. I scan my surroundings, being greeted by a security post. I drive up to it, turning my music off and rolling my window down.

"Good morning, I'm here for the new physiotherapist job." I flash the security guard a smile, he is an older man, his hair graying slightly. I might as well get friendly since I'll be here almost everyday from today onwards. "Morning to you as well. Could you some show me some sort of identification, please?." I can't help but stare at the man, his scoucer accent making it hard for me to understand right away, I should get used to it quickly. I nod quickly pulling my ID from my wallet. He looks at it, scanning through a list, probably a list of staff? His eyes light up as he, I presume sees my name on the list. "Welcome, Dr. l/n, I'll call up the head coach so he can greet you at the door." He gives me a kind smile, handing me my ID back. "Thank you, I appreciate it." I shove my ID back into my wallet, driving into the training center parking lot as the gates open for me. I park, collecting my bag as I jump out of my car. Though, not before fixing my hair and make up.

I take in my surroundings, so this is what I'll be partially calling home now. I notice some other, what I presume to be staff walk into the training center. I walk in as well, immediately being greeted by the huge Liverpool FC emblem. I hold onto my bag tightly, trying to contain my nerves.

I look to my right, the reception. The woman behind the desk looks up, flashing me a smile as I go up to her, sitting down on the chair in front of her desk.

"Hi, I'm y/n l/n. I'm here for the physiotherapist job." She stares at me for a moment, before typing something on the computer. "Nice to meet you! I'm Clara, welcome to our family. I'll call down our head physio, just a second honey.”

Her response warms my heart as I nod. So far, I think I'll feel quite comfortable here. She picks up the phone, though her expression changes into one of surprise as she looks behind me, over my shoulder. "Oh, he is here already."

My eyes follow hers, being greeted by a man, around his 50's. He walks up to me, extending his hand to me. "Welcome Dr. l/n. I've heard a lot about you, nice to finally see the woman being so highly spoken of by my colleagues." I smile and grab his hand in a firm handshake. "It's an honor to finally meet you, Dr. Woods."

He chuckles, before letting go of my hand. "Let's talk more inside, the boss wants to meet you as well." I turn back towards Clara, mumbling a quick thank you to her, before following Dr. Woods inside the training center. I glance around, it’s is even bigger in real life. I had watched some YouTube video's of the club just to prepare and calm my anxiety, but seeing it in real life was very different. We stop in front of an office, the label reading 'Manager'. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. I'd already be meeting THE Klopp. I rub my hands together trying to get rid of that anxious feeling.

Dr. Woods knocks on the door loudly, the door is opened a couple of seconds later, revealing Klopp.

"Hey, I'm here to introduce our new physiotherapist." The doctor informs. Klopp looks at me, giving me one of his famous smiles. "Right of course, come in." He opens the door wider, we both walk in. He ushers us to sit down on his red sofa's. He sticks out his hand, we shake hands as he introduces himself, with that all too well known German accent. "It's always nice to greet new members of our big family. Welcome, I'm Jürgen Klopp." I introduce myself as well, his eyes light up in recognition as I tell him my name. "I've heard very great things about you Dr. l/n. I'm very happy to see you here."

"No it's an honor for me, this club is amazing and I'm happy to contribute to the team." I reply, my worries and nerves had been washed away just like- that. I just know that this was one of the best decisions I've ever made.

We start chatting about how I've adjusted to living here, my education and my experience before they start asking different questions.

"So that means you speak how many languages?"

Dr. Woods asks curiously.

"Well my native tongues would be Dutch since I was born and raised in The Netherlands and Turkish, since I'm half Turkish. I'm also fluent in English as you can hear." We chuckle. "Though I do speak some Spanish and Catalan since I worked at FC Barcelona for two years, as you know."

"Great so you'll have no problem with speaking to the players huh? Especially our very loved Dutch players." We laugh at Klopps comment. I secretly hope that too.

Our conversation comes to an end as Klopp suggests I meet the players. He checks his watch, before looking at me. "Players will come in any moment now. They'll start with warming up." Dr. Woods chimes in. "It will be a recovery day since the team played a match yesterday as you may have followed."

Oh yeah I did. I watched it just so I could take notes on the players, the draw at the end was kind of disappointing. Though, it was better than losing.

"Right, I did watch it. Just to study a little before I do see the team play in real life."

"You're impressive Doctor, doing homework before even starting to work." Klopp says. "Oh it's nothing really, just prepares me for what I might encounter as I start working here." I dismiss.

We stand up after a short while, Dr. Woods taking me to put on my scrubs. I mentally pray they have pink ones, both of my former clubs did have them. He walks up to a machine, telling me exactly how the scrub dispenser worked. I nod, pressing some buttons before choosing my size. The scrubs are a- dark red? Well, at least they are part of the club colors. Dr. Woods leads me to the woman's staff changing room. I walk and change quickly putting my hair up in a claw clip.

I walk out of the room after putting my stuff in my locker, and installing a code on it. "I'm ready."

I tell him, he looks at my scrubs for a second. "Red looks great on you Dr. l/n, part of the family already." We chuckle before he leads me to the gym.

A sudden wave of nervousness hits me. I had known that the players were very friendly, still I couldn't help but feel like an unsure inexperienced intern again. We walk into the gym, it's big with plenty of space for calisthenic training like, push-ups and burpees. I look around seeing some the worlds best star players. I've worked some of the best football players like Lewandowski and Frenkie de Jong, but this still felt super insane.

I notice Klopp walking in as he calls for the players to gather around to introduce me. I glance around, they all give me a kind smile as Klopp tells them I'll be their new physiotherapist starting this new season, and of course he couldn't help but mention I'm Dutch. "Nice to meet everyone, I look forward to working with you all." I give them a smile, my dimples on full display. Suddenly, one of the players walks up to me, I immediately recognize him, who wouldn't? It's the caption of the team, well of his national team too. Virgil towers over me, sticking out his hand, his tall frame couldn't be compared to what you see on TV or the pitch. "Welcome to our team y/n, or should I call you doctor." He flashes me a beautiful smile, making me shake his hand and smile in respons. "Hi, y/n is fine, it's good to be here." Other players come to greet me as well, not to forget Robertson, who has to crack a joke about another Dutch person joining the club. "You'd think it was planned huh." We laugh and chat for a bit before Klopp redirects the attention back to him.

"Alright everyone, it's recovery day so take it easy and tell our doctors if something's up as they assist you."

Dr. Woods turns to me, telling me to follow his lead as I slowly start getting the gist of how everything works here. I nod at him, watching as he talks to the players about any soreness they're experiencing.

The day progress quickly as lunch time hits, we walk into the canteen. Seems like players and staff eat at the same time just like in Barcelona.

I walk through the the buffet as I'm greeted by Gakpo.

"Dus je bent echt Nederlands?" (So you're actually Dutch?) he asks in Dutch, full of curiosity. "Natuurlijk, geboren en getogen. Net als jij." (Of course born and raised. Just like you.)

He gives me a cute smile before we continue speaking in Dutch as we fill up our plates with healthy and delicious food.

He invites me to sit with the team. I glance at him wondering if it is a good idea. Well I did sit with the players at Barca too. "Are you sure?" I ask. "Yeah, look around players sit with staff at every table." I take a glance around, he was right staff and players were sitting together at every table. Chatting and laughing together. "Okay then, I'll sit with you guys."

He leads me to a table, already occupied by Trent, Virgil, Joel, Andrew and new star transfer Dominik Szoboszlai. "Doctor, very nice of you to sit with us." Virgil chimes in. "Well I couldn't refuse when Cody offered, we're practically already family based on the fact that we're Dutch hm." The table erupts in laughter, as we glance at Cody. "Of course the Dutch lad steals the doctor before we get to know her." Trent teases, his Scouse accent thick. "Where did you work before joining us?" Robbo asks, shoving a spoonful food into his mouth. Everyone at the table turns to me for my answer.

I clear my throat before answering. "I first interned at Ajax, I got a three year contact there after graduating. Then I got offered a position at Barcelona, worked there for two years." They nod in acknowledgement. Before Cody mentions something. "Oh you're the famous pretty doctor?!" I stare at him confused. "What do you mean?" "Well the national team players used to always talk about a pretty doctor working at Ajax." I raise a brow at his words, glancing at Virgil to confirm, since he also is apart of the national team. "Can't lie Doctor, they did talk about a pretty Doctor." I give them an impressed look. "I guess that would be me?" I chuckle.

We chat some more as everyone chimes in, though some of their faces turning confused. "Wait how old are you then?" One of them asks. "Oh I'm twenty-five." I reply. "Wow, you're pretty impressive for someone so young." Joel says. I thank him as we all continue eating and chatting in between bites.

Recovery training had gone by fast. I had gotten much more familiar with team and how they operate. Klopp dismisses everyone, as we all walk back into our designated changing rooms. Though, I'm quickly stopped by Dr. Woods. He tells me he'll make sure someone adds me to the staff group chat, as well as the group chat the entire club is in. We then bid each other goodbye as I enter the female staff changing room. I take a minute to sit down and to take it all in, that really just happend huh.

I change quickly putting my outfit back on and discarding my scrubs into the laundry basket. I do a quick make up refresh and hair fix before I grab my bag and take out my car keys. I walk through the hallways slowly, looking around for things I might have not seen yet. I’m totally in my own world before I hear my name being called. I turn around, I'm greeted by both Trent and Dominik, seems like they had been getting along nicely since Dominik had transferred here.

"Are you going out?" The new star asks. "Yeah, you guys aren't?" I lift a brow at them. I can see small smirks on their faces, they look like schoolboys hiding something. "Oh yes, we're leaving just now." We chat a little before we walk outside, saying goodbye to Clara at the reception. I notice other cars had parked right next to mine. "Bye doctor, we'll see ya tomorrow, right?" The Scoucer says. I nod "See you guys!" They wave before they both get into their respective cars.

I unlock my car, climbing in before closing the door. I place my bag onto the passengers seat, leaning back for a second. First day: survived.

Sadly, my peace is interrupted by a loud car horn. I raise my head and lower my window, it's the car next to me? I squint, it's an English car so I can see who it is from my seat. The person lowers down his windows as well. It's Virgil?

"What's wrong?" I half shout, so he can hear me through the loud engine of his car. "Nothing just wanted your attention." I chuckle, man these football players never got tired of teasing people. I roll my eyes playfully, before starting my car. I wave at him, before driving my car out of the parking slot.

I get home rather quickly, my speakers playing my favorite songs loudly. I enter my house, feeling fulfilled. I throw myself on my couch after washing up. I reflect on the day, the players and staff were amazingly kind. Though, that small interaction with Trent and Dominik was weird, why were they so smirky?

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For the 25th Anniversary of Sopranos I hear we're bringing back the mob wife aesthetic. So in honor of that, here's a Sopranos themed wedding.

Now this is a mix of obvious Jersey and Mafia vibes toned down, because Tony Soprano, first and foremost loves food. A family style Italian meal is the right way to celebrate your wedding. Red Roses but very minimal on the flowers, the aesthetic will come from your venue, if you're in New Jersey, maybe a trattoria? Or an elevated Restaurant? After party obviously must have pizza.

Red for the bridesmaids and roses for your bouquet. A Jersey Italian bride is going to be a queen on her day, and as a nod to the big white 90s veils, lets bring in maybe a flower headband or just big hair with the big dress!

My two favorite touches, custom bowling shirts for getting ready with your girls and little salt shaker ducks. I'm not a fan of violence so the only nod to Tony's business would be the little tie clip for your groom. May he be more loyal than Tony to ya girl!

#wedding #bridal fashion #wedding theme #bridal #bride #the sopranos #tony soprano #carmela soprano #james gandolfini #mob wife #mafia #mafia wife #mob wife aesthetic #25 year anniversary #HBO #New Jersey

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stagesofbalding · 1 year ago

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My Natural Hair Growth Journey

Let’s Embrace our Natural Self!

Before I start, I would like to get this clear. I don’t have a problem with weaves, wigs, ponytails, etc. I say this, at the front door because when I decided to announce that I am trying to go natural; I got looks like I was a traitor. As of today, I wear my natural hair under my wigs because I am transitioning my hair from relaxers, tight hairstyles that pulled on my edges and bad hair gel that essentially dried out my hair. This is the reason for my natural hair growth journey.

My natural hair growth journey beginning

It was December 2015, and I was just about to finish college when I began cruising YouTube at home. I was bored and curious as to what was going on, then I came across some You-tubers sharing their experiences about maintaining their natural hair.

They talked about the products they tried and liked and the ones they didn’t like. I was hooked! I spent hours watching, learning and writing down tips and products. You would have thought I was back in college. I was back on my grind.

It is funny how life can bring you into a full circle

A few years ago, 3 of my older cousins, who all live in different states, were visiting for a family reunion. I noticed that they had cut their hair down to a low Afro. At that time I was still relaxing my hair, wearing wigs and sometimes ponytails.

But I was curious. Was this a new revolution that I was ignorant about? Of course, I knew that the 60s brought back rocking the Afros, then in the 80s and early 90s the braids, especially the “Goddess braids” or for some of us the “Janet Jackson box braids”. Now the 2000″s “s brought back the natural hair look.

The crazy thing about it was that I found myself defending weaves, wigs, and ponytails. One of my cousins asked me why I wouldn’t just go natural. I heard comments like “You guys are just making the wig stores richer by trying to look like Caucasian women with that long flowing hair”. What? Yes, I was being attacked at the family picnic.

I said, “First, I am not trying to be like anyone but myself. Secondly, I love the way I look with long hair”. I told my cousin that I have a big apple-shaped head, therefore, I couldn’t rock the short hairstyles. They don’t fit my face. The truth about it was that I was envious of my cousins’ abilities to wear their hair that short and still look good. They have the faces and heads for that style.

More young girls are going natural

>>> Female Pattern Hair Loss Success Stories <<<

As I look around these days, I see all lengths of Afros, twist outs and braids. While doing my research, I realized this may not be just a trend or phase, this could be the beginning of our sisters learning to love and accept their natural hair.

My history growing up was if your hair was long and silky-like, you had “good hair”. Being black, I grew up believing that because it was one of the descriptions people would use to describe someone with silky or wavy hair.

Now that I am in my forties, which means I grew up in the 70s and 80s, this was still going strong from my heritage, which started this nonsense. I can’t lie, I still find myself saying, “She or he has good hair”. I am not only transitioning my hair, but I’m also transitioning my mind about African-American hair. Furthermore, I have work to do, for real!

Our black culture is unique in many ways

Our hair is like no other on this planet. Going way back to our West African ancestors, we have always shown our artistic abilities when it came to our hair because it is so different. Our hair grows in a coiled curl pattern, coarser in texture, which makes our hair more delicate to manipulate than other races. Here in America, black people also have mixtures of different types of hair because we have Native American blood and other nationalities that are traced in our lineage. >>> 1 Year Hair Growth Journey: Embracing Your Natural Self <<<

Let me know about your hair journey. Just leave me a comment down below.

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 months ago

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Heya! I just wanna first say I REALLY like your writing and it's so so cool to see some TD stuff on tumblr TwT the community is so small still so you are doing gods work here!!

I'm interested in a TD match up (possibly OM too if ur up to it!! either way idm<33)

- Name: Jay (nicknames: Bread, bug, jäyssi)

- pronouns: They/them

- sexuality: still figurin it out but I lean more towards men but also sometimes find women attractive too, non binary ppl are always a yes

- Zodiac/mbti: Cancer, ISFP-T

- appearance: 165cm tall, brunette ass lenght hair I usually just slick back using my headphones as a hairband. Always wearing noise cancelling headphones and prefer a more alternative style, almost also teetering to a 90's jock vibes :P small round sunglasses my beloved. Big love to suede leather bomber jackets and ripped jeans.

- Personality: Very empathetic, more of a listener than talker (unless it comes to my interests in which case I yap!!) Can come off as a bit monotone (I have alexithymia which causes emotions to be hard for me). I'm told I'm super approachable and comforting ^^" I get very excited over the little things and can be quite optimistic. I react quite badly to rejection or even the smallest failures.

- likes and dislikes: I LOVE snails, dandelions(my fav flower<33), anything mango flavored winter, art, everything and anything fluffy and listenin to music! I DISLIKE almost all fruits, summer, blood/gore (hemofobia), cooking (cooking anxiety), worded instructions.

- hobbies: I draw/paint digitally and traditionally. I always carry a sketchbook around everywhere :] I also really like going on easy hikes on forest trails as well as amateur photography!!

- extra info: I have autism/ADD so social stuff might suck and I can be very slow at times when it comes to learning stuff.

(If you're not currently doing matchups, please feel free to ignore this <3)

Hi Jay! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took a while. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Towa make a good combination since you’re both good listeners and talkative at different times. When one of you is talking, the other is listening intently.

You like dandelions? Oh, Towa’s perfect for you! He’s always bringing you dandelions whenever he visits and plants them nearby so he has a constant supply.

I see him as someone who’s a fan of summer as well. He likes the feeling of the sun on his skin and enjoys going on walks through the Jabberwock fields with you.

He thinks it’s really cute that you have a fondness for fluffy things. There are plenty of those around Jabberwock and he’ll happily show them to you, as long as you show him some affection as well. His hair’s pretty fluffy after all…

Towa also thinks it’s really cute that you get so excited over little things. He thinks that sort of enthusiasm is much needed in the world and it’s lovely being around you.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Simeon was first drawn to you because of your comforting presence. And the more time he spent with you, the more he fell for you.

Much like Towa, Simeon thinks it’s sweet how excited you get over little things. He feels he doesn’t have to hide his own excitement when he’s around you.

He’s a very creative person himself so he loves sitting by you when you paint or draw. He likes being around the creative process since it makes him feel inspired as well.

I can definitely see him as someone who likes photography and would really enjoy going on walks with you where you each take a camera and compare photos when you get back.

Simeon’s pretty good in the kitchen himself so as long as you don’t mind the company, he’d love to join you. If you prefer cooking by yourself, he’ll happily just have some of whatever delicious food you’ve whipped up.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #tokyo debunker #towa otonashi #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #simeon

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popcornforone · 1 year ago

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The Clients Company

A Max Lord Fan Fic

The random conversations you have with friends eh? I was at a friends birthday party & someone mentioned something that prominent in this fic & now here I am just under a month later with it ready for you all. & yea I got carried away with it. Max Lord is joining the party.

Synopsis: You hire entertainment for your friends Hen party which is 80s themed but the when you lay eyes on the rather scrumptious Max Lord the party might not ever stop.

Word count:6800

Warnings: DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! PIV protected & unprotected sex, pulling out, facial, cum play, consent & at some points lack of it, one off, swearing, alcohol, it’s not paying for sex but they are both hired by each other, teasing, stripping, adult entertainment, oral. Max Lord is in the modern world not the 80s but there is an 80s party. Hen party shenanigans.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. All feedback is appreciated. Enjoy your rather special hen party.

Jessica walks into the air bnb you’ve hired looking very confused, in the dark.

“Oh is this it?” She says dismissively “me & the two of you & take out pizza what a”

“SURPRISE!!!” Lucy turns the next light on & all her friends leap out, Jessica is over come with excitement. All her friends have crammed into one small box room to make her arrival to her hen party even more memorable. Screams hugs & kisses happen between Jessica & everyone. You & Lucy high five each other. Jessica has two friend groups & you, as the maid of honour, had asked Lucy to help you sort a few things out & contact the girls you didn’t know as well.

“We did good Lucy” you whisper as you both bring out the Prosecco. “& this is just the start” you have a surprise that even Lucy doesn’t know about.

Jessica loves 80s movies, music & fashion so you’ve made her hen party 80s themed. There pictures of the Hoff, wham & Duran Duran are on repeat & she is beaming.

“I can’t believe you did all this for me”

“Well you only get married once” Lucy replies.

“Or never” you scoff under your breath. You are the only single girl at this party to the best of your knowledge. Everyone’s got someone to snuggle on cold winter nights or a casual fling. But you haven’t had a date in 6 months. You’ve been trying to find a plus one for the wedding but you know it’s not going to happen now. You’ve let that ship sail. You hand out the first set of drinks & then the doorbell goes & you scuttle off quickly.

You open the door & usher the person in.

“Hi is this the hen party? Am I at…”

“Yea you are please go get changed in the bathroom, the bride will be astounded, she’s just arrived.” You can’t see much of his facial features, it’s raining outside. His hood is up & done up tightly around him. He scurries in & you show him to the bathroom to the side of the room that you are sleeping in. “Just through here, if you could make your entrance in about 5mins that would be fantastic.”

“No problem at all, you wanted 80s & early 90s right?” You see him set his bag down, coat not off hood still up.

“Yes please” you shut the bathroom door, leave your bedroom & head back to the party.

Everyone’s giggling & Jessica then asks “so what’s the plan?”

“Well we are eating & drinking & playing some games here & then into town for karaoke & clubbing….” Your smirk gives away something else is up & everyone looks keenly at you. “… unfortunately I couldn’t get us in to see the dream boys” the whole room goes oooohhhh & booos. The dream boys are your local strippers who do go all the way. “But…” everyone’s eyes pick up”I have got us a butler” everyone cheers & right on cue this glorious man appears playing some rather posh music from his phone. Floppy curtain style hair that bounces, rosey cheeks & big brown eyes. He’s got long sleek black trousers on underneath a very small apron & a white shirt with a bow tie, but no shoes. The room gawps at him excitedly. They are just happy to have a butler for the afternoon, they don’t know yet who he really is. Even with the 80s hair wig you find him attractive, those eyes would melt anyones soul.

“Ladies, Hens & the gorgeous bride Jessica, my name is Max Lord, a Lord now demoted to being a butler, but ladies, by the way you are all looking today, you all deserve a lord for the night” everyone claps & woohooos aloud. He then slowly walks across to Jessica. You made her wear white while you all wore dark blue her favourite colour. “My my you must be the bride” & he kisses the back of her hand & then whispers in her ear, to get her consent. He will go over the ground rules with everyone in a minute but as the bride & centre of the attention for the party he will do a lot more with her than anyone else. “Tell me Jessica,” his tone has turned seductive. “Does your soon to be husband have an arse like mine?” He grabs he hands, pulling them behind him to smack his bum. Giggling insues from the other hens. “Does he tell you how beautiful you are? Does his chest feel like this?” He trails her hands down his shirt & Jessica looks so excited. “Didn’t think so” he then stands to the side of Jessica as she looks up at this man. You’re biting your fist knowing exactly what coming. & for some reason even before the reveal you’re really turned on, more than you should be.

“You see ladies, I’m not just a butler” he raises an eyebrow, every woman is now putty in his hand. Those eyes & his charisma are working everyone in the room. “I have special gifts, but before I share these gifts with you, I need you all to agree that unless I whisper & give you permission or you consent, to try & contain yourselves, lets go around the room & check” every girl agrees. Maggie is a bit to enthusiastic, she’s obviously worked this out.

“I consent Mr lord” you reply & he smiles the most at your response.

“Well ladies let’s have a fabulous hen party shall we.” He hands go either side of his shirt which is held together with Velcro & her strips it off. Leaving just his bow tie on top. “My name is Max Lord…” & he then then turns around & his trousers are also Velcro & they come off too. Showing his peachy arse to you all, he’s just wearing a gstring “… your butler in the buff” screams fill the air & he blushes as he wiggles his bum, each cheek moving, not a blemish in sight.

“Wahay” one of the girls shouts”you did good girl”. Max then turns around so his bum is in Jessica’s face.

“Beautiful bride would you help me by removing my gstring, it’s rather uncomfortable” the next thing you all see is Jessica waving it in the air after it’s been taken off & she smacks his bum. “Very cheeky miss, bet you love a good spanking” Jessica turns red & Max then says he will be at our beck & call for drinks all afternoon & that he is happy to pose for pictures & be in party games, but to always ask before anyone touches him & that this works better with some boundaries.”I hate being the spoil sport but you all know what I mean” everyone nods & the party continues.

The games are going well & it’s been a lot of fun & Jessica is being spoiled by you, the girls & Max. You’re loving the fact that everyone’s having a good time. You not as tipsy as everyone else, you know you’ve got a schedule to keep to & certain things to do before you head out later tonight. You are clearing away some penis cake that you all just ate which was a sweet or salty surprise for everyone. As you get ready the beer pong, Max comes up to you & casually strokes your face.

“She looks like she’s having fun” he says nodding at Jessica.

“Yes, she wanted a stripper but I couldn’t afford one or get us booked up for the dream boys, so when I realised butlers in the buff was a thing I thought that was a fun idea” you say as you offer Max a slice of the left over cake.

“Well I’m glad you did, considering some partys I’ve gone to, everyone here is actually very respectful of me, but you all have dirty minds” he laughs before biting into the cake & his eyes light up. “Salty, it’s the salted caramel” you smirk & your eyes meet for a few seconds to long lingering as he sees your own chocolate eyes gaze into his.

“Im guessing this isn’t your main job?” You say “not that there’s anything wrong with it if it is” not wanting to insult his job.

“Oooh no I do this at the weekends. I love to do the themed parties, I’m guessing you realised that the hair is a wig?”

“Obviously”

“Well some places want a bit more of a show or more of a tease but a hen party & what you told me you wanted, it’s a nice chilled way to spend a Saturday afternoon, better than the boring usual 9 til 6, this pays well too”

“I know it does I’m the one who’s paying for you” you laugh.

“Really?” He smirks licking the crumbs from his long fat finger. “Well you must have a very important job that pays well, if you’re affording this as an extra bit of spice.” You don’t want to tell this man what you do for a living, he’d probably laugh for a week when he found out a senior board member of a prestigious advertising company had hired him. It’s not very good for PR.

“Is the wig doing it for you?” You’re shocked & aroused at his blunt question that’s come out of the blue. Your eyes however are now drawn to how he’s sucking the frosting off his large flat thumb. He’s teasing you trying to get you to open up a bit more. You’re also certain that he is seducing & that this isn’t an act that he puts on. There’s a genuine look in his eyes of desire for you.

“I…I…” you start to lean towards him & his hand trails down your neck, the thumb that had the frosting on is sticky as it does this. Lips that you shouldn’t kiss are just screaming out for an embrace. But this moment of silence is broken by a cheer in the room as someone downs their drink in 15 seconds. You both snap back into reality. The temptations of kissing has passed.

The rest of the party is fun & it gets to a quiz about a hens which Max hosts, his last job before you send him on his way & give him a rather large tip, especially as Hayley kissed one of his bum cheeks 10mins ago & Max had to remind her about boundaries. He still liked it but you wish that was you doing that not her.

“Question 8… which hen is not bringing a partner as a plus one to the wedding?” In unison everyone points at you & you almost choke on my Prosecco.

“Have I really been that single for that long?”

“Damn girl you need some dick”

“Yea maybe we can find a plus one for you when we go out tonight”

“You need a good seeing too”

everyone throws in their line of smutt, & you see Max laughing. But his eyes also look sadly at you. All the other girls are loved up, you’re the only single one here.

“Im sure that if the beautiful maid of honour wanted a man on her arm, she could find her lord to her own lady ship” Max declares & you laugh loudly, but also see in his eyes that he’s not kidding.

“She’s married to her job, she loves being in charge of…”

“Shhhh” you say & then hiccup the Prosecco finally hitting your system. You’re not as tipsy as the other girls but it is taking effect. “I mean if i met him, the one that you all keep going on about, you will all know don’t worry” you smile & down your drink desperate to move on to someone’s else. Your eyes have not left Max’s eyes. His chest & his bulge & bum might be what the other ladies are looking at but you are just looking at his pools of delight watching them dance & admiring the small smile on his face.

“Well maybe you should use my life motto for your current relationship situation…” Max states as he moves to the next question. He does this really tacky pose & point & says”…life is good but it can be better” his wig flapping about & everyone & you laugh.

“That such a bad tag line, that it’s good” you cry out & he laughs too, before moving onto his next card. Working in advertising you know what works & what doesn’t.

The girls are now all tidying up & re applying their make up. It’s been a fab hen party so far. Max left the party about 15mins ago & youve gone to go & re do your hair & get the treats ready for a night of karaoke & clubbing, which you left in your room. You step into your room, the smallest in the air bnb, & go to the bathroom to grab your hair brush & then are shocked as you open the door. Max is full frontal naked in the walk in shower & you are wondering how an apron that small kept him covered. You scream & then you hear Max scream, & you quickly shut the door. You’re panting heavily. You’re so aroused & your body is feral & crying out for a man’s touch. As your heart rate calms down, could have been seconds or hours later, out Max walks in a towel, just about covering everything.

“Sorry I should have said, I always shower before I leave, don’t want my actual clothes to be covered in baby oil & for them to be sticky. I just assumed…” Max is trying to talk to you but it’s more at you. You are looking at the droplets of water still on his skin. The fact that his hair is bouncy but not the curtains of the wig. The v line along with the happy trail going to what you want most right now. His penis in any of your holes”… are your listening? I said I was sorry, are you in shock?” You snap out of it as he says this.

“It’s my fault Max , I should have knocked & not just assumed, I’m sorry I didn’t check,I’m…” he steps towards you & his hand trails your cheek again like it did earlier, then down your neck & then his thumb goes to your lips.

“Shhh baby, no one’s come rushing to find you, is that the loudest you can scream?” He raises an eyebrow & you do the same back & you both smirk.”I’m guessing that’s a no?”

“Would you like to find out?” You whisper. Your lips part as you slightly lick them & his thumb. The next feeling is Max lips on yours. A sloppy wet kiss, as he holds you firmly & close to him. You don’t resist. Your hands explore his actual hair & you suddenly feel the towel drop onto your feet. His damp glistening naked body pressed against you.

“I’ve never done this with a client before”

“Technically I’m not…”

“Yes you are, you paid” he has a valid point. you go to step back but he pulls you in taking you mouth again, much more tender this time less of a hurry now you know how the other feels. “But there’s something about you, other than the bride you’re the only person I’ve truly thought about all night” he takes your hand which run over his chest. Touching all those abs that you’ve resisted all night. Your hand goes down the v shape, he wants you to touch. You hands stop just above the base.

“Max, if that is even your name,I can’t, you can’t, we shouldn’t, it’s exploitation”

“No it’s not baby, making you feel wanted, i do for free. You’ve already paid me for everyone else’s enjoyment tonight, don’t you think you deserve some fun too?” Max hands take yours & they grip his length & you look down watch his hand & yours stroke his impressive length, semi erect, readying for desire. “Oooh that feels good” Max’s body judders as he closes his eyes for a few minutes. Your dainty hands softly gliding up & down his shaft. Max is fully erect & then he remembers this is meant to be for your pleasure & enjoyment not his. He snaps out of it letting go of his penis & kisses you passionately. He can probably taste the Prosecco from earlier he’s that thorough.

“Do you consent?” He ask when you finally break. You nod eyes wide waiting to be commanded. He grips you chin harshly. “Words baby”.

“Yes Max, I consent” your eyes lock onto his, the charmer of the afternoon is now the seducer about to give you the ultimate pleasure. But what Max does next you’re not expecting but aren’t entirely surprised.

In a flash you’ve been turned around. You’re bent over the bed, & he kicks at your feet to spread your legs.Your body responding instantly. You hear a tearing noise.

“I hope you brought another pair of tights” max says as the noise continues. Luckily you have, you almost didn’t pack them yesterday night. He smacks your arse before he moves the gusset to the side of your knickers. Those large fingers trail against your sex. Your knickers from what had happened already are damp & it makes him chuckle. “Oooh have you been thinking of me all afternoon, have I kept you all pent up, since my earlier flirt?” You go to lift your head to say maybe but instead you moan & gasp. He’s breached your entrance in one thrust & it knocks all the wind out of you, surprising you, but you are ultimately happy & desperately needing to be satisfied. He stretches you & it feels exquisite.

“Fuck… Max”you moan before the next thrust which he somehow gets even deeper inside you. Your body jolts forward pushing you further across the bed before Maxs hands bring you back to his preferred position for you.

“Oooh baby, this cunts to die for. Oooh fucking hell.” you feel him thrust again. He’s hitting the sweet spot already as you grip onto the bedding. “6 month you said is that right?” He spanks your arse before he lifts your dress more. His pace already quick. You mumble a yes reply, as body craves air at this rigourous pounding you are already receiving . “Why would anyone dump you, this cunt is so tight, so good, now mine” he growls. His teeth grinding. If you could muster the strength to turn around & see his face you would see enraged passion in his face, so concentrated. He says this is for you but is it actually for him. He’s fast & the more you whimper moan & push back onto his cock the faster he goes.

“I want you…” max is panting. The slapping noise against your arse deafening as he ramps it up even more “… when your in the club tonight, checking out those guys, those vultures, to remember…” you let out a really deep moan as both your hands now cling onto the bed, as he slaps your arse again. “… that I fucked your cunt raw, that it’s me who you want to go home to tonight, not some pussy in a bar after an easy blow job” he snarls & pants as he says this. It’s turning you on so much, clamping around his penis ready to drench him & the bed to make him cum. You have no idea if he’s using protection or not.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk” you whine is drawn out with each hard thrust you’re saying this into the mattress, Max Lord is rampant & is giving you a feeling you’ve not had from sex in years. Lust is returning to your life.

“Oh god I…I…” Max swiftly withdraws his cock from you. “Face me!” It’s a command & you flip over. Your mound still on display as he kneels on the bed, pumping his penis,it’s next to your face. Those large hands looking normal size compared to his cock. “You consented…” before you can protest, he ejaculates. Hot splurges of cum drip onto your face, giving you a facial, your own hand on your clit trying to finish yourself off, but no matter how hard you try as your swallow his seed that’s gone in more places than just your mouth, you can’t. So much for your own pleasure you think. You are now wondering how many other singles girls this butler in the buff has fucked at the end of his entertainment. “Oooh fuckkkk” he moans as his eyes open & he sees your face glistening back from him covered in his essence. A smirk falls across his face as he sees the mess on yours as he slowly stops pumping. “Ooh you were a good maid of honour werent you.” You go to protest still a little in shock at having sex with a man you met 4hours ago & also disappointed that he didn’t finish you off.

“What… what was that all about?” But you don’t get to fully ask your question as he places his lips on yours, his thumb going over your cheek, wiping away some cum before he places that in your lips & you instinctively suck it. You know what men like this want.

“Pleasure” he says & winks before he leaves your side & rummages in his bag to clean his penis with a cloth that he dampens in the sink first, before he puts on his every day clothes as you clean yourself. You both do this in silence. Hardly making any eye contact. You’re hoping the girls had the music loud enough that they didn’t hear you. You’re also hoping Max is clean if any stds, you know you are. But if he’s doing this every weekend with one pretty girl per party who knows if he’s riddled, at least he pulled out you think, but that did deny you of your pleasure.

Max, who is now dressed & now you look a bit more normal, goes to leave before he stands in front of you, & takes your lips one last time.

“Remember girl, life is good but it can be better, I promise you will find your ultimate pleasure”

“Max if that is even your name I…” he shhh you before he gives you a passionate kiss. It feels more weird now he’s actually dressed as himself ready to leave than when he was in a butler in the buff or after he had given you a cum facial. & yet some how it also felt better. As you part the succulent kiss Max winks at you.

“Any wish you desire I can make come true” he picks up his bag, strokes your face & leaves the air bnb.

This is the exact moment Lucy comes to find you as you mumble the words after he’s gone completely “I wish you’d made me cum”

“Omg you didnt” Lucy exhales & you jump in shock.

“Well” you blush “I did, but it was more about him than me”

“Typical man” Lucy scoffs & makes sure you are okay before you head out for the most fun night a hen party could ever had.

There you sit in a reception of a new prospective client. A fast growing supplement company all about well-being & mental health as well. You had taken Monday & Tuesday off work to get over the hen shenanigans, the recovery was needed & you had spent the entire Saturday night at the bar flirting with men wishing they had been Max. When you got back to work on Wednesday you were told to go & see this company hands on & talk to their director, to seal the deal. Board members do this from time to time. You sit there in your dark blue dress & snazzy floral jacket before being escorted into the lift & taken to the 3rd floor to meet the owner. It’s all very cold & white & steal & clean this building. It’s not welcoming you know this may have to change with your pr input & advertising.

“Boss your 10am is here” his personal receptionist says as she knocks on the door & opens it & in you step & you do your little powerful walk forward & look up. You hand grips the glass you are holding.

“YOU!?” You exclaim. The side profile looking out of the window was all you needed to know who it was.

“Miss welcome I…” he catches you out the corner of his eye & he looks shocked too “what are you doing here?”

“No what are you doing here?” His receptionist looks really confused. You shake your head, is this a dream. You place your glass on the table along with your bag, your normal spiel for a welcome completely has left your mind.

“If you wouldn’t mind” he nods at his receptionist & ushers her out as he walks towards you. “His im Maxwell Lord, Director of CliMax, our motto is your life is good…”

“But it can be better” you say in unison as your hands professionally shake & turn your senses up, sending shivers down your spine. An awkward silence fill the air as you both make eye contact, those eyes are just as beautiful & seducing. They make your heart beat race. He then smile & you both giggle.

“Is your name really Max Lord?” These are the first words out of your mouth.

“Yes it is & is so corney it’s perfect for an entertainer name too, people just believe it’s made up.” He smirks before he goes to his door to lock it & then asks you to sit down on his leather sofa. Unlike the rest of the building his office is vibrant & it’s full of 80s pop culture references. You smile at the Rio Duran Duran art work, noticing it must be an original as you take your seat. Max sits on the other end of the sofa.

“I’m sorry” you both then say in unison after a few more minutes of awakened silence before then both doing an awkward chuckle only to then be like no you go first to each other. You eventually then just blurt out.

“I’m sorry I walked in on you, I’m sorry I had sex with you & im sorry I just let you leave” you blurt out as you lower your head. “If you don’t want to work with us now I completely understand, if you do I can make sure someone else is your main contact other than…”

“I requested you as my contact 3 weeks ago, long before I met you on Saturday or looked at who booked me for the party” Max states & you look up. His eyes are genuine he’s not lying about this. “Part of the reason I want to work with the company & to be your client is because I saw the amazing work you personally did for that drinks company, I had a friend who worked with them who said how attentive you were. It took me a good month to track down where you were to organise an appointment & when I spoke to the person last week about this meeting I asked for you & no one else, I’d met other people but I want to work with you.” Your advertising & Pr skill are exceptional & you feel very flattered. But you already know how much of a charmer this man is, you fell for it on Saturday afternoon. But now he’s in a smart suit & tie he’s even more irresistible.

“Thank you mr Lord, but what about…”

“My fault entirely…” he interrupts holding his hands up apologetically. His eyes you can tell are telling the truth. “I’d flirted, I shouldn’t have kissed you, but damn you were so fucking good, best pussy I’ve had in years” you smirk a little, you ex never gave you that compliment.

“So much for it being about my pleasure though…” you say back mockingly, & his face turns red & stern from embarrassment.

“Did you not cum?”

“No Max, I didn’t, as you covered my face in your sperm I was busy trying to get off but…”

“So those noises weren’t you cumming? Oh my god! I am so sorry, you were being loud & clamping, I thought you were done” Max eyes dart around the room unsure what he should really say. “Wait does this mean other women have faked it with me?”

“I can’t speak for other ladies max, I’m sure all your hens at…”

“You’re the first girl I’ve had sex with at one of those parties ever. I’m actually thinking of resigning as I went too far” Max again is telling the truth & you can see the sorrow in his face that he didn’t make you cum & he took advantage of your situation of sexual frustration.

“Unless you business really takes off max, you shouldn’t resign, its all the girls have talked about all weekend & the last 3 days on the group chat, you were phenomenal” he Scoots towards you on the sofa.

“They don’t know how phenomenal though.” That thumb your been thinking off, graces your lips as they part & you make eye contact with him. “Is this going to be awkward because I want to be your clients, & I want you personally?” He asks. You don’t answer & kiss Max deeply after the trail across your lips. A more fuller passionate kiss than you experienced at the weekend. The way his hand glides through your hair, down your neck & gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Well technically this time your paying me”

“Id say we’re even” you both are panting before your kiss continues for a few minutes. Your hands trail across his broad shoulders, his silk jacket suddenly being tossed across the room.

“Come on, I promised you pleasure, I owe you at least one orgasm” Max says as he scoops you into his lap for some more intimate kissing. The way his lips feel against yours, it makes your body tremble as his hand goes underneath your dress.

“Max this isn’t very professional what if…” your head being near his ear is helpful as you speak quietly as you gasp for air.

“I’m the boss, I can fire people if they gossip, you on the other hand, you ignite my fire” he is kissing you neck in a frenzy as he slowly undoes every button on your blue dress, exposing your black silk underwear. “My fire is more than ignited now” his hands trace across your lingerie rubbing the material straight across your clit. You bite your bottom lip & try not to moan but on his return swipe you can’t control it.

“Max, make me yours” you shake your jacket & dress off, before your hands start on his shirt.

“From the second we flirted at that party, I’ve wanted you” Max then lowers you onto the sofa, his fingers in a waistband of your knickers as you squirm. “Do you want me?” He says. It’s his way of asking for consent. His eyes tell you he’s not messing around.

“Fuck max, I do” your knees rise as your hands join his to remove your knickers & he looks at the arousal inside them.

“Naughty girl, wanting to fuck a prospective client, do you do this with all of them?” Max asks & you look shocked.

“Of course no! I’m…” you then see the look on Max’s face, this is the exact situation you were in on Saturday afternoon when you accused him.

“Didn’t think so” Max says before he licks his middle & index finger before he slowly inserts his long delicious digits inside you making you moan. The thumb you have loved tracing across your lips, is now stimulating your clit as you rive, your hips have a mind of their own responding to his fingers. “You take me so well baby, I told you your cunt was perfect.” Max then starts moving his fingers curling them inside you, making sure your clit is getting enough friction.He’s not looking at your pussy anymore. He’s in love with the facial expressions & the noises of desire coming from your mouth. Every ooooh or pant is making his trousers tighter.

“M…mmmm…Max” you just about muster as your eyes lock with his as he licks his lips.

“Did you wish for pleasure?” max asks.

“Yes I wanted to… to… cum”

“With me?” he smirks before adding a third finger, your back arching up off the sofa as he thrusts the fingers in & out of you. It’s squelching, he can tell how close you are.

“Yes…” you say before you can feel all of your senses lose control. “On your cock”you then moan as the fingers are withdrawn & Max’s belt & trousers are around his ankles. He then flops his large meaty cock out & produces a condom which he tears open with his teeth.

“No facials today my sweet, that was a special treat” your legs spread, your arousal dripping from your entrance, desperate to be filled by Max. He drags his protected penis through your slick before entering you slower than he did on Saturday. He watches as your body tenses & then slowly relax & he looks at how well you take him. He licks his thumb which still smells of your essence & then proceeds to continue attending you your clit. As his hips start moving slower than they did in that moment of passion.

“Ooh fuck this feel better than it did on Saturday. Your cunt is the best. Oooh god.” Max growls his eyes closing for a few moments as your hips meet his in rhythm. You take your bra off & one of your hands starts to play with your breasts while the other strokes Max neck. When he opens his eyes & sees them exposed before him he starts to move faster. A devilish smile creeps across his face.

“I’m guessing you like my breasts” you pant as you prop yourself up a little. Your feet that are wrapped around his arse moving his underwear down his thighs.

“Baby, my wish was to see your naked body enjoying itself, you’ve made it come true” the words are straitened from his lips. He lies flat on top of you, your body sinking into the sofa, his hands all up in your hair. You can feel his hairs all standing on end. But you can feel more the pounding of his penis inside your. Rigorous & forceful. So big, bigger than you’ve had before. Each gasp & moan is a compliment. You didn’t know this would be what got you off but you never want it to end.

“I have a new wish…” you moan but before you can complete it Max lips meet yours. He nips on your bottom lip as he kisses you, you allow his tongue to take over. Your body’s now in complete synchronicity as you roll together & he switches you around so you’re on top.

“Don’t wish it if you don’t want it…” he jokes as he lifts your up slightly, now your sweat is dripping on him. He smacks your arse as you grip at his chest, it’s slicker than when he had all that baby oil on him. He’s fucking you hard & fast. Almost at at electric pace, watching your body succumb to desire & passion.

“I wish to only ever have you fuck me” you blurt out & then you moan deeply. One hand tossing his hair. The other furiously gaining friction on your clit. His hands on your hips helping you roll faster.

“Tell me baby. Tell me. Tell me you want me”

“Fuck Max, I only want you. Fuck fuck fuck” you scream & can’t hold back anymore. You explode, the orgasm ripping through you, turning your world upside down. Cumming hard & Max can feel it. The way your body shudders as he looks at you. The way you clamp down hard & your eyes roll into the back of your head as passion takes over. It’s enough to make him cum, filling the condom a few seconds later.

“Oooooh Fuck girl god!”

After your come downs, Max sits up & holds you for a few minutes, gently moving the sweaty streaks of your hair off of your face. Your own hand still trailing up & down his glistening chest.

“This isn’t going to make this awkward is it Max” you ask & look up at him as he then kisses your forehead.

“Why would it be awkward?”

“I’m going to be working very closely with you, I need to know everything you want, I need to assist you & make sure you make the right decision”

“I’d say you’re now even more over qualified” he jokes. “You know me better than anyone, I know you’re not going to screw me over” you pull away from him slightly.

“Was that a bad sex joke?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Surely you know now, that I’m the king of bad puns.”

“Or the lord”

“Ha” he chuckles. “See we’re meant to be with each other, you’re just as cheesy as me” he gives you a playful slap & you pout. His cock twitches at that pout. “Don’t make me want to fuck you again.”

“Why? Did you not enjoy it?” You ask.

“girl I now know what a real orgasm for a woman is, & I want to experience as many of them as I can with you” he is hand goes to his cock leisurely stroking it again. Your eyes light up as he sighs a little.

“Well I did wish to only have sex with you”

“Then I intend to make that come true” he says as he then sees your hand join his to pump his shaft. “You need to be careful with your wishes though baby, don’t want your mouth to wish them all away.”

“No my mouth has many more uses than that” you wink & smirk & Max’s eyes go wide with desire. His hand helping your down as he strokes your hair as you being your oral assault on his penis. His own gasps of delight spluttering from his own mouth as he watching you bob around his fat cock.

The wedding was beautiful & your maid of honour speech went down a treat. You stand by the bar & you hear some of the fellow hens gossip as you get your Prosecco.

“She’s got an evening guest?”

“I thought she was single”

“Was it a guy at a bar”

“Is she just getting a friends to come”

“She looks more relaxed, she’s definitely getting some dick”

That’s what you’ve heard for the last hour. Even Jessica was shocked. None of them have met this mystery man or so they believe.

“So…” Lucy finally has the balls to ask you directly. “When is he arriving?”

“He had to work but I know he’s on his way”

“Ha sure, you’ve just done this to tease us, come on who is he, because he’s clearly had an effect on you.”

“You know what Lucy he has… “a few of the hens have now moved towards this conversation. “…I mean…” you can see him walking in making his way towards you a smug look on his face & your own smile beam back & the other girls haven’t noticed. “…life is good…”

“But it can be better” Max finishes & the ladies all turn around jaws hitting the floor. “Hens how are you? I’m Max” stunned silence fills this section of the reception. Jessica from across the room can even sense stuffs going on. Max walks through the ladies & wraps his arm around you, before his thumb once again glides across your lips. “I make wishes come true” he hold your face before kissing you deeply in front of everyone. They all looked shocked but happy & also a little jealous.

“& this time neither of us are a client either” you say before the girls all burst with excitement & say how happy they are for you both. You finally got your one, you knew it was real & you wish for many more treasured memories & passionate moments to come in your lives together.

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