#broke but not skipping out on veggies

[vrystalius]

I was watching Sanemi's training episode and thought about this ask."Sanemi was training the hunters,his wife called him and all the hunters to have lunch with the delicious food she made,but when the hunters saw Sanemi's wife they were enchanted by her beauty and kindness,how would Sanemi react to seeing the hunters enchanted by his wife's beauty?" (Sorry for my bad english)

❕Sanemi’s reaction to his trainees being enchanted by you

You were kind enough to prepare meals for Sanemi’s students after a long and gruelling training session. They absolutely adore you! How will your husband react?

Note: Thank you so much for requesting. Your english is very good, don’t worry! I have another request in my inbox I’m planning to write and publish today. Sorry for not being very active today.

Pairing: Sanemi x fem!reader

— Sanemi has been letting his assigned slayers suffer. He beat their ass with the wooden training katana until it broke, or until the slayer passed out. If the wooden katana broke before the trainee did, Sanemi made sure to continue with his fists. Is this even proper training anymore? Striking or even coming close to this maniac seemed impossible!!

— You knew that your husband is not holding back with his assigned slayers, and so you prepared beforehand: You had a fully stocked pantry and medical closet. You made sure to grab extra medicine and bandages from the butterfly mansion even before the first slayers arrived, wanted to make sure everyone is surviving Sanemi’s training.

— While Sanemi was taking on his trainees, you were cooking some veggie miso soup with a side of steamed dumplings. While that was brewing, you were making a small batch of ohagi just for Sanemi. It’s also very tiring for him, and you’re sure he’d want something sweet to eat during his break.

— Shortly after pouring the soup into the bowls and arranging the dumplings on side dishes, the first starved and badly bruised slayers arrived. Well, they more likely crawled towards the scent of food.

— While they wolfed down their bowls of veggie miso soup, you carefully tended to their wounds while they were distracted. You dabbed on an ointment and wrapped some bandages around their torso’s, arms and legs, speaking encouraging words to them. After the slayers ate and managed to rest up for a while, they actually realised from who they got all this caring attention from.

“Mrs.Sh-Shinazugawa! You’re an angel! Our saviour!”

“Can I have another bowl of soup? Pleeeaase?”

“My shoulder hurts, can you massage me a little? Pretty please, Mrs.Shinazugawa!!”

— But one question lingered on their minds collectively: How the hell did Sanemi find such an angel of a woman like you?! And how the hell did you agree to marry him? Were you forced? Paid? Beaten into submission?!

— Regardless, more and more of Sanemi’s poor trainees showed up crawling, sobbing or being carried/dragged across the dirt by their mates. They desperately needed nourishment and tending to their wounds, or there will be fatalities. You didn’t know if you were supposed to laugh or cry at the sight.

— Sanemi noticed how more and more of his slayers disappeared. Are they seriously hiding from him? Idiots. He started stomping through the training ground, following the smell of green tea and miso soup. That’s where he found you and almost all of his slayers.

— You tended to almost every single slayer personally, patching them up and giving them encouraging words. Some of his trainees even started following you around, trying to help you out and leave a good impression. Maybe you’ll give them extra portions of food or kind praises? Your voice sounded like a healing melody in comparison to Sanemi’s constant yelling and insults.

— But the peaceful atmosphere of you giving out some leftover miso soup and holding some light conversation with the trainees here and there was interrupted by Sanemi’s yelling.

“You’re all useless!! Ya think hiding behind my wife is allowing you to skip training, hah?! Back to the training grounds, shitheads!!”

— Yes, Sanemi is incredibly angry about his slayers hiding from him, especially crawling to you for safety and respite. But he’s more angry about the fact how they were all trying to get your attention and affections. Sanemi doesn’t mind when you interact with other people, or even men. He gets slightly jealous when men get too comfortable and start flirting with you,but Sanemi trusts you. He will interfere if things get too much though, just like now.

— Sanemi is feeling very jealous right now. He saw how you tended to the slayers. Your fingers were wrapping bandages around their wounds and bruises, and you were being so incredibly gentle and soft. You were blushing at their compliments and thanked them gracefully when they help you out.

— Your gentle touches should only be reserved for *him when you patch him up after a long night. Your hands should only touch *his skin with such carefulness and gentleness, and only Sanemi is supposed to make you blush with his* praises. Not these… good-for-nothing slayers.

— You are not oblivious, and you realised why Sanemi was really shooing them away. That’s exactly why you prepared the small batch of ohagi, just to show him that in the end, he’s the only one that received special treatment and affection from you. Although Sanemi only stops grumbling and complaining to you about his assigned trainees’ behaviour once you give him at least one kiss and some reassurance. But he still gave out severe punishments afterwards.

“Their annoying asses are getting on my damn nerves. I’m gonna have a fucking headache in the evening… soo… cuddles? Later?”

💠

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed.

Anways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

[lolahauri]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Payment ♡

Ship: Mr. Kitty (Backrooms)/Reader

Type: F/M, Smut, One Shot.

Contains: 2.2k Words, Tendrils, Monster Fucking, Telepathy, Transactional Sex, Vaginal Penetration, Masturbation, Tendril Sucking, Size Kink, Nipple Play, Slenderman-Like Mr. Kitty, He Gets Pleasure From His Tendril Hands, Rick & Morty References, Canon Divergence, Porn With Plot.

Event: Kinktober/Monstober, Day 2.

Summary: You didn't bring Mr. Kitty a cute gift? Well he isn't gonna let you stay here for free! Looks like you'll have to use another form of payment.

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Imagine being stuck traveling through the backrooms and constantly getting put into threatening and lonely levels.

You're dehydrated, starving, and exhausted from running. Not to mention you haven't seen another form of life in days. But your luck turns around when you fall asleep and find yourself waking up in a real bed for once.

At first you can't believe it, you think you've finally landed back in your own room. But as you wake up more you realize that isn't the case. "Still better than anywhere else I've been." you think to yourself as you rub your eyes.

Sitting up and looking around now, you notice the room is clean and cutely decorated. It really seems like someone lives here. "Did I clip into somebody else's room? Maybe I can get back home from here." You wonder, standing up from the bed and beginning to look around.

As you peek into each room, you're able to confirm that no other humans live here. There's no windows at all and no doors that lead outside for somebody to enter.

But strangely enough, the entire home is also fully furnished, decorated, and cleaned spotless. There's even water and electricity here!

You decide to take advantage of the supplies and resources around you, not knowing when you'll have this opportunity again.

You first find the laundry room and strip out of your dirty clothes, putting them in the wash and then taking a fresh towel from the cupboard above.

Heading into the bathroom, you look around and find a bottle each of shampoo and conditioner. It smells amazing and looks brand new. When you step into the shower and turn on the hot water, you feel all of your problems melt away in an instant. This has to be a dream, it's way too good to be true.

After taking your sweet time in the shower, you wrap yourself up in the soft towel and switch your clothes over to the dryer. Time to check the kitchen for some real food. You haven't eaten in two days.

And just as luck would have it, the fridge and pantry are packed full of snacks and leftovers.

The fridge has some pizza, rice, pasta, and various fresh fruits and veggies. You take what you find most appealing and move to the cabinets. There's a wide assortment of crackers, cookies, and chips that you're eager to dig in to.

After grabbing all the food and beverages you can carry you make way to the small living room, curious about the tv.

"I wonder if it really works? But how would it get connection here?"

You sit down and grab the remote, switching on the tv and immediately getting hit with a strange ad.

"I'm Ants-In-My-Eyes Johnson! Here at Ants-In-My-Eyes Johnson's Electronics!"

"Ew, God! He actually has ants in his eyes, what the fuck is this?"

You skip to another channel before you lose your appetite, landing on a tv show called "The Adventures of Stealy".

"Is that some kind of alien? He looks way too real to be CGI. I guess I'm really not on earth right now..."

After you've eaten your fill, you return to the kitchen to wash your dishes and dispose of any garbage. It's only a few minutes later you hear the dryer go off. Finally, clean clothes.

You quickly discard of your damp towel and change into your leggings and hoodie. You stand and relish in the warmth for a moment before making your way back to the couch.

There's nothing else to do but watch more TV, your phone had already broke a long time ago from the constant dropping.

You flip through channels once again, this time choosing a cartoon called... Gazorpazorpfield? At least it's something kind of familiar...

After a few episodes and some more snacks, you start to feel drowsy again. You hadn't even been awake that long, but after over a week of fighting for your life in various backroom levels, you aren't surprised that you're still tired.

You make your way back to the bedroom you woke up in, pulling off your clothes until you're in nothing but your bra and panties. As you crawl under the covers, you practically melt into the soft bedding beneath you, feeling more warm and comfortable than you probably ever have.

But just as you feel sleep begin to gently pull you in, a harsh static sound fills your ears, making you feel light-headed and dizzy until it stops.

You look up and are met with the sight of a tall black figure standing at the side of the bed. You shriek and sit up right away, covering your chest with the blanket. The male-like figure has no mouth or eyes, but you can feel him looking at you as he speaks.

"My apologies, I wasn't aware there were travelers here. Or, is it just you?" His voice is deep and smooth. He must be talking through some kind of telepathy.

"Can he read my mind too?"

"Yes, I am able to read your thoughts." He says as soon as you ask the question in your head. Oh, that's embarrassing.

You aren't really sure of what to say, so you settle with "Sorry, um, it's just me. Is this your house? I didn't mean to come here, I just kind of... woke up here." you look away with embarrassment.

"I know, It's not a problem at all. Nobody comes here by choice, my home is just a haven for those stuck between realities like yourself."

"Oh, right..." you're looking up at him now "So, would it be okay if I stayed here at least another night?"

"Of course, you are free to stay as long as you need. So long as you brought a gift, that is." Your stomach sank. A gift? How were supposed to know to do that? Shit, what's going to happen if you don't give him one?

He interrupted your panic suddenly, "You didn't bring anything?" You shook your head slowly, heart beating a little faster.

"Hm. Strange, there must've been a mix up. Humans are only supposed to appear here if they have a trinket or toy with them. I'm afraid without proper payment, I'll have to send you on your way."

Your eyes widen when you start to hear static building up, your body feeling light like you're about to shift to another room again. In a desperate panic, you resort to the only thing you think could convince the man.

"Wait!" You yell out, reaching your hand out to grab onto his arm, "Please wait! I can... pay you in another way?"

The noise dissipates and your body feels solid again. He hesitates before speaking. "And what would that be?" He sounds genuinely confused.

"Um... you know..." You remove the blanket from your body and let it rest on the bed, exposing your barely clothed figure for him to see.

"..."

"I see... You wish to pay with your body, is that right?"

"Uhm, would you accept that?" You ask, sounding pitiful.

He thinks for a moment, "I would."

You nod your head, taking the initiative to start removing your bra, letting it drop to the floor. You then move back further onto the bed, slipping out of your panties and leaning back onto your hands, spreading your legs for him.

You look up at him, waiting for him to make the first advancement. He hums and moves to hover over you, his tendril arms brushing against your legs.

Your breath catches in your throat when his cold, slippery skin moves against yours, tendrils slowly creeping their way up your calves and heading to your thighs.

You gasp when he wraps his arms around your thighs, giving them a light squeeze. For a lonely creature living between realities, he seems to really know what he's doing.

His tendrils carefully unwrap themselves from your thighs and move to explore the rest of your body. One seems to take a special interest in your drippy cunt, while the other slithers up to your chest.

He experimentally runs the tip of his tendril up your folds, watching as your back arches into his touch. He enjoys your reaction, feeling himself become aroused as well. His tendrils feel hot as he continues to wet his tip in your slick cunt, the other arm wrapping itself around your tits.

He gives them a light squeeze before playing with one of your nipples, taking note of the whine that slipped past your lips. "Does this feel good for you as well?"

You bite your lip and nod, looking up at him.

"Where else feels good to you? Tell me where to move." He sounds gentle but stern, still running his tendril up and down your folds, unintentionally teasing you.

Your sentence is broken up by little moans and heavy breaths, but you try and tell him what to do next. "Here," you gently grab his arm, "rub my clit, right here."

He feels around for a moment, assuming he's found the right spot when you moan louder. He rubs your throbbing clit in tight circular motions. You lay back onto the bed and enjoy it, arms feeling tired from keeping yourself propped up until now.

Lying on your back and looking up at him, you can't help but notice how big he is. He's on his knees on the floor and he still manages to tower over you. It honestly turns you on even more.

His tendrils are pretty big too, you wonder if you could fit them inside...

Even if he wasn't reading your mind right now, he would've had the same thought. He's been with other monsters, and other members of his species, but never a human. He's so fascinated by the wetness between your legs, and that pretty mouth of yours that makes such lovely noises for him.

He finds himself desperate to know how it'd feel to be inside of you. As he continues to toy with your clit, he moves his other tendril away from your tits, slowly inching it towards your mouth. He brushes the tip over your parted lips and admires how soft they are.

You get the hint quickly, opening your mouth more and sticking your tongue out for him. He slowly inches his tendril into your soft mouth, shuddering at how wet and hot it is. He fits as much as he can inside before it becomes too much for you, almost five inches. You wrap your lips tightly around him and bob your head lightly.

He's completely obsessed with how it feels, he's never done anything like this before. Now he has to know what your other hole feels like.

Kitty removes his slippery tip from your clit and moves it downwards, pressing it into your tight cunt. You moan around his other tendril at the intrusion, tightening around him and arching your back.

His breathing becomes heavier as he pushes himself deep inside, stretching you out as far as he could. Your eyes roll back slightly at the deliciously painful stretch, feeling more full than you ever have before.

He gently thrusts his tendril in and out, the tip of it finding that sweet spongy spot inside you. He presses on it firmly, immediately noticing how much tighter you got around him afterwards. You moan around his other tendril when he repeats the action, clenching around him.

You swirl your tongue around him and bob your head faster when you feel yourself gradually approaching your orgasm, trying to make him cum with you.

He fucks into you a little faster, feeling a euphoric sensation building up inside him, his tendrils pulsating inside you, feeling hot and tingly.

You're both a mess at this point, but he feels himself losing control first, unable to hold back anymore. Your soft mouth sucking him off and your tight cunt squeezing down on him makes him crazy.

His tendrils begin to wildly twitch and pulse, making you scream as they stretched you to your limit. Starting at the tip of his arms and traveling up to the rest of his body, a burst of white hot pleasure ran through him, unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

His arms start to tremble, signaling overstimulation. He reluctantly pulls away from you, leaving you panting beneath him. You feel tired, wet, and sore now. But you're not totally satisfied yet.

You move a shaky hand down to your clit, rubbing it as fast as you could, so desperate to cum next. It doesn't take long for you to finish. The excitement of him watching you play with yourself combined with the already built up pleasure from being fucked leaves you cumming in less than a minute.

Your legs shake when it hits you, but you try to ride out your orgasm as long as you can. You're quick to become overwhelmed and exhausted though, unable to continue much longer.

As you lay there and process what just happened, he's already bidding you farewell and thanking you for the experience, soon vanishing into thin air. You decide it's time to get some rest again, knowing you're going to be feeling the soreness from this for days to come.

It's worth it in the end though, at least you have a safe place to stay until you figure out what to do next.

[m30wk1ttycat]

newt, newt x reader headcanons!!

newt, who is a sucker for any type of pet name, or just a nickname. sweet boy, darling, love, newtie - whatever it is, he's melting the second it comes out of your mouth.

he feels like his heart skips a beat whenever you kiss his forehead or just dote on him. blushy boy newt!! he's so adorable when he blushes. denying whatever you're saying, he's looking the other way when you point it out just to tease him. but he knows - and you do, too - that he's so obviously red like a strawberry.

you're never getting rid of him if you offer to cuddle. he's especially clingy in the morning, right after he wakes up - or, in some cases, when he stays up all night, and is grumpy because he couldn't rest, which somehow makes him even clingier.

newt would have a horrible sleep schedule, with all the work, as the second-in-command. like mentioned before, he's cranky when he doesn't get enough sleep.

newt loves it when you play with his hair. it's just something about how gentle you're being, it's making him feel so safe, so cared for.

he gets so embarrassed when his voice cracks. it's adorable, hearing the oh so cool and strong second-in-command's scratchy voice in the mornings or when he'd get sick, but he personally hates it.

daisies are his favourite flower, either to keep or give.

newt, since he's a track-hoe, always makes sure to bring you something from the gardens - flowers, fruit, veggies, anything he can plant and give to you. newt x runner!reader headcanons

newt would hate that you're a runner. he, as a former runner, despises alby for making you a runner. he hates it, he really does, even though he knows you're capable of running in the maze for hours, without getting hurt, he still can't help but worry. he'd watch the maze from afar, waiting for you to come back with the other runners. he doesn't believe in god or isn't religious in any way, but he's still praying for you to make it out safely.

he'd hug you tightly, and make sure you're okay after your run. if you got hurt, he'd help you to the med-jack's hut, and then take care of you. newt x med-jack!reader headcanons

newt would find a way to visit you, even if he was supposed to be working in the gardens.

either offering to walk a track-hoe that got hurt, or him being the one that was hurt, specifically asking for you to tend to him. not that he didn't trust the other two med-jacks, but he prefered you to take care of his injuries, so he could talk to you.

when you'd hear jeff or clint tell you that newt was here, you'd always get worried. why? because you still haven't forgotten the 'accident' in the maze when he broke his leg. you were the one who patched him up, after all. mind racing, you secretly hoped he didn't attempt again, because then you wouldn't know how to react. would you forgive yourself? would you not? (i'm so sorry!!)

thankfully - sort of -, newt was only feeling unwell, or just had a minor injury that would heal in a week or two.

he'd praise about how you're so smart when you wouldn't hesitate to answer a medical question. newt would then ask you about your day as you tend to him, watching you or your work.

this is short, i know - i'll add more stuff, i swear!!

[cottonlemonade]

A Simpler Life [part 4]

word count: 2180 || avg. reading time: 9 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kita x chubby!Reader

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: mdni, nsfw, spoilers

synopsis: In pursuit of a calmer, simpler life you flee the city to move to the countryside - only to fall in love with your neighbor.

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3]

A couple of months ago when your best friend had come up to you as you were browsing country properties online and asked what you were hoping to gain from moving to a rural place that was barely big enough to be called a town, you had said “a simpler life”. For years your head was filled with schedules and deadlines and meetings and cluttered by random facts about your coworkers so you could keep up with the polite work chitchat. Happiness was secondary, at best. But now as one of Kita’s hands moved from your cheek to your waist and gently guided you until your back was up against a fence post you thought happiness - true happiness - had finally found you.

He had no reason to be such a great kisser. With quiet passion he pressed himself against you, squeezing your chubby hips in tandem with your panting. Breathing became irrelevant. You just needed him close.

He gasped against your lips when you reached up to tug at his hair, damp from sweat in the midsummer heat.

Kita broke the kiss and waited for you to look at him. His warm brass eyes shone like honey in the sunlight. You waited for him to say something, trying to control your shallow breathing as much as possible but your thoughts were fuzzy because his thumb gently caressed your cheek. He leaned in to touch his lips against your forehead and you were already preparing to beg him to kiss you again when he did. Slower this time, the urgency from before lost in his embrace.

“Kita-san…”, you mumbled when you felt the tip of his tongue brush over your bottom lip.

“Shinsuke.”, he corrected, before deepening the kiss.

As much as Kita would have loved to say he didn’t care if anyone saw because he was too engrossed in your taste, your scent and the feeling of your soft body against him, he figured - at least for now - he shouldn’t fall apart from your touch right next to the tomatoes for all the world (or at least a random passerby on this barely traveled road) to see.

When he had managed to turn the kiss into something sweet rather than urgent he wanted to congratulate himself, because for a while there a familiar stir in his lower abdomen suggested he’d have a problem very soon. But now with your lips moving so unhurriedly and the absurdly amazing feeling of swiping his tongue into your mouth he wasn’t doing any better. Arguably much worse, actually.

Without meaning to, he brushed up the hem of your shirt and almost innocently placed his hand on your skin. Calloused hands on your impossibly soft hips along with the growing need to take off every single last bit of clothing that dared to cover your body - Kita was quite sure he must have lost his mind if his first instinct now was to have you right here in the veggie patch.

What were you doing to him that he - “Ah…”, Kita let out a shaky moan when your hand, previously driving him mad at the back of his neck, now ran down his chest and began to rub the quickly hardening outline in his pants. “Stop…”, he pleaded. He really did not want you to stop. “Not here.”

And he took your hand to lead you over to your house.

Once inside you made quick work of his shirt, dropping it on the floor on your way to the bedroom. He kissed you continuously, his hands in your hair and on your hips - squeezing, caressing, grabbing. When he laid you down on your bed he knew he’d never seen anything as gorgeous as you. The way you looked up at him with big expectant eyes, the slight part of your lips, the sinful hills of your generous curves begging to be touched. Your long flowy skirt dipped between your plush thighs, making him painfully aware that your legs were spread, waiting for him.

He stood in front of the bed, staring at you, frozen in the moment until you sat up and began undoing the button and zipper of his pants.

“Lay down.”, you said quietly, in a tone you’d used before when you offered him a seat at your table. Swallowing hard he lowered himself onto the bed next to you. You rolled to the side, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss him again. Your fingers traced over his chest, down his abdomen and slipped into his jeans. Kita whimpered when your hand closed around the stiff imprint in his boxers. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as you continued to stroke his cock through the fabric, gasping against your skin. He tried to gather enough sense to kiss or touch you, but all in his head was your hand squeezing and teasing, your shallow breaths next to his ear and your divine scent in his nose. It hardly took any time at all until he came.

“Oh.”, you said surprised when with a tremble and a splutter of your name, you felt him twitch in your hand and wetness pooled against your palm.

“I’m sorry.”, he panted.

“That’s okay.” You couldn’t help but smile at the dazed glaze over his eyes as he looked at you.

“Would ya mind if I used the bathroom for a second to …”, he vaguely gestured to his pants and you pressed your lips together not to laugh and so just nodded.

Staggering a little once he was on his feet, he made his way out of the bedroom.

When you heard the bathroom door open and close you muffled your giggle in the pillow. How adorable could one person be?

A realization tiptoed into your mind. He was probably still a virgin, you thought. The grandmothers in town had emphasized many a time how happy they were to finally see Kita - Shinsuke - with someone. Before, you figured, he might have just kept his private life, well, private. But now…

It wasn’t like you yourself were an expert in this area. But the life in the city and a couple of random dates as well as a tumultuous 3 year relationship did give you some authority.

A knock on your bedroom door brought you back to the present.

“You don’t have to knock, Ki- Shinsuke-san.”, you chuckled and the door opened.

You were glad he hadn’t picked up his shirt off the floor.

“Everything alright?”, you asked and he nodded quickly, standing a little awkwardly in the doorway.

“Should… I make us some dinner?”, you offered.

His eyes widened slightly. “No, I… what about ya?”

“It’s fine!”, you assured him earnestly, “We don’t have to-“

“But I want to.”, he said simply and his cheeks dusted pink, “Please lemme take care of ya. I’ll … I’ll do my best, I promise.”

You pressed your thighs together at his honest declaration and he laid back down when you scooted over a little.

And there he was again with his incredible kisses.

“Just tell me what ya need me to do.”

Your mouth went dry.

“Alright… first”, you said, trying to covertly clear your throat, taking his hand and bringing it from your hips up to your breasts, “touch me here.”

You laid your hand over his and squeezed a few times. He understood and continued on his own.

“Kiss me.“

He leaned in, only softly brushing his lips against yours at first but soon, his tongue pushed into your mouth again.

You moaned when his fingers grazed your hard nipple, poking against the fabric of your top.

“Lift my shirt.“, you instructed next and you saw his adams apple bop up and down as he swallowed, but he did as you asked. Bit by bit, his hand slid under the hem and raised it above your bra.

“You like it?“, you asked, teasing because you thought it was so cute how he started at the lacy trim. He nodded. “Take it off. It unhooks in the back.“

Surprisingly enough, he got it on his first try and you swiftly slipped out of the bra straps and tossed it in a corner, keeping your top on but leaving yourself exposed.

“Touch them again and… you can kiss them if you like.“

Kita took one of your breasts in his hand, the flesh spilling between his fingers as he squeezed. He lowered his head to the little valley between them and kissed you, once, twice, before bringing his lips all the way to the stiff little pearl on top, automatically taking it into his mouth and sucking it. The moan that followed was a great indication that he was doing well. He started to wonder why people ever did anything else but pleasure their partner. This was all he wanted to do for the foreseeable future, if you’d only let him. Your fingers in his hair and voice in his ear, you instructed him to move his hand lower.

Reluctantly, he let go off your breast and moved down to your tummy, squeezing a handful of your softness there as well before you told him to go lower once again. As he was still engrossed in kissing and sucking your breasts, he felt your hand on his again, guiding him into the waistband of your skirt and then your panties.

“How does it feel?“, you asked, quietly, and he looked at you with adoring eyes.

“You‘re wet.“, he observed and noticed how you bit your lips as you nodded.

“For you.“

Maneuvering your hand a little further so you had more control over his much longer fingers you pushed his index against the squishy folds he felt.

“Push it slowly into me.“

He did and was rewarded with another of your moans. You grabbed his wrist and moved it back and forth so that his finger went in and out of your warmth.

“Add a second one.“, you whispered and his middle finger joined the penetration.

“Just like that, Shinsuke…“

He loved hearing his name from you.

“Curl them up a little - yes… like that. Nng, now use your thumb to rub my clit. - Just there, yes. That‘s it - ah, don‘t stop.“

Completely mesmerized, Kita watched your face as you fought to keep your eyes open and focused on him. He was quite glad that this was a lot less difficult than he initially thought it would be.

You moaned his name again. “Kiss me, please.“ Your voice was small but much higher now. He didn‘t need to be asked twice. Keeping his fingers moving rhythmically in and out of your heavenly pussy he kissed his way up from your breasts over your neck before urgently pressing his lips to yours.

He felt you clench around his fingers, hips bucking into his touch and high pitched whines drowned in your kiss. Eventually, you let go of his hand but he kept his fingers inside you, slowly pumping in and out because he couldn‘t get enough of the feeling. He really wanted to do that again. But judging by your panting he should probably give you a minute.

Your kisses softened until he only rested his forehead against yours. His hand stopped moving but wasn‘t going anywhere.

You cupped his cheek and drew him in for one more chaste peck before you asked, “Are you gonna stay for dinner?“

Kita blinked and nodded. “If that‘s alright.“

You snorted and he joined into your laughter.

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Six months later

“Whaddaya think?“ You stepped away from the kitchen table that was heavily laden with all kinds of different dishes from pickled vegetables to stews, crispy chicken and steamed fish and, of course, Shinsuke‘s favorite tofu burgers. He straightened from the floor, having just finished fixing a loose floorboard.

“It looks incredible, darlin‘.“ He pulled you into his arms and kissed your temple. The snow flurry outside promised a white Christmas.

“Ya look incredible, too.“, he muttered into your hair.

You chuckled, very familiar with what came next. Offering no resistance whatsoever you let him gently push you towards his couch and a moment later found yourself trapped underneath him. He grinned as he leaned down to run the tip of tongue along your neck, his fingers nimbly untying the string of your cooking apron.

“Shin… they‘re gonna be here any minute.“

“No no, they‘re always late.“, he murmured against your skin, now kissing down to your collarbone and undoing the top buttons of your blouse, “We still have time.“

With a giggle you threw your arms around his neck, then jumped at a screech.

“Kita-san!!“

In the doorway stood the twins Shinsuke had told you so much about. The blonde held up a hand to shield the eyes of the gray-haired one, who peaked past his brother‘s fingers to the dining table.

Shinsuke sighed and glared at Roku who all too happily sat next to the guests on the porch, merrily wagging his tail and looking between them and his owner, “Some guard dog ya are.“

art: coloring done by @keiko-chan

[bonus headcanons]

[dira333]

One day after the other - Shoji Mezo x Reader

Not me needing a sick day to get back into writing. As usual I find myself writing for someone I didn't plan on writing for.

Tagging: @fuzztacular and @ur-local-simp because they love Shoji

The bed dips under his weight and a pair of warm, muscular feet press against yours.

“You need to get up in a minute,” Mezo mumbles just seconds before his arms envelop you and pull you into his chest. He’s warm, safe, and smells like the apple-and-cinnamon shower gel Aoyama convinced you to buy on your last shopping trip.

“Don’t wanna,” you argue, words slurred from sleep. 

He doesn’t argue against it, instead nuzzles his face into your hair. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, slow and steady, slow and steady.

Your alarm goes off, but you're quick to snooze it, to shuffle even closer into Mezo’s hug.

It takes you three tries to get out of bed and by the time you rush out of the door - not after demanding one last kiss for the road - you’ve got nothing in your stomach but the mouthful of toothpaste you swallowed on accident when you checked the time.

You buy a pack of fruit juices at the vending machine down the street, send a cheeky snap to Mezo - he’s always on your back about having more fruit and veggies in your diet - and rush the last few steps to the train station, arriving out of breath as always.

-

It’s only when you get out of the train that you feel the first cramp.

For a moment you curse the fact that you don’t have any pads with you until you realize that you had your period just last week. 

Probably the cold orange juice on an empty stomach you tell yourself, pour yourself a cup of tea instead of the coffee you’re desperately craving.

But two hours later you’re drenched in cold sweat and the smell of freshly brewed coffee has you running to the bathroom.

-

“Oh dear,” Yasuda-san from Accounting blinks back at from when you emerge, pale and shaky. She must have heard every awful sound you just made.

“Sorry about that,” you tell her. 

“Do you want to go home?” She asks and you nod. Yeah, you want to go home. 

But there’s nothing she can do about it, so you smile at her, rinse your mouth, and stalk out of there, down the hallway and back to your desk. 

If you keep breathing slowly it might go away.

But thirty minutes later you feel yet another cramp and the document in front of you has lost all sense. 

You get up, grab your bag, and walk down the hallway to your supervisor.

You can’t remember the last time you needed to take a sick day, not since Mezo took over cooking. 

Was it that one time you fell down the stairs - because you were in a rush to meet him at the door- and broke your toe? Or that one time you insisted on dancing with him in the rain and promptly got the flu?

“Oh dear,” Cold dark eyes blink back at you, “I already heard. I know pregnancies are difficult, but-”

“I’m not pregnant!” You argue, but she clicks her tongue impatiently.

“I know you don’t have to tell me yet, but we can be honest here.”

“I’m not pregnant. I have a stomach bug, most likely. I’d like to go home.”

“Very well,” she pointedly taps her fingernails against the mountain of paperwork on her desk. “But you know the company’s rules. I need written proof of sickness from your doctor.”

“That will be no problem. I’ve already made an appointment,” you lie.

-

Lunchtime is over by the time you wobble out of the train.

There was a nice lady at the doctor who let you skip ahead when you emptied your stomach in the trashcan next to her, but the multiple train rides have left an impact on you.

You open the door of your apartment and slip inside, fighting back another wave of nausea as you take the time to put your shoes and jacket away properly - if you’re not doing it, Mezo will just do it himself later and he’s had more than enough work this week already. 

He’s still in bed like you expected him to, muscle shirt riding up to expose a soft stomach you want to cuddle against like a cat.

You slip into the spot he’s left for you. His right eye opens.

“Got a sick-day,” you tell him, unable to keep the miserable out of your voice. You know you’re whining, but you’ve had an awful day. Well, except for the morning, waking up next to him was great.

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, voice gravely from sleep. 

You shake your head. 

Mezo nods and pulls you close, presses a kiss against the top of your head. 

“Sleep then,” his arms are warm and safe around you, “Everything will be better when you wake up.”

So you do.

-

The bed dips under his weight. 

You blink, surprised to find yourself sleeping on your stomach, alone.

“I made dinner,” Mezo tells you from your side and you turn to see him sitting on the edge, a tray filled with dishes in his arms. 

“You didn’t have to,” you tell him as he slips under the blanket with you, presses his legs against yours.

“I know. I wanted to. I made congee and chicken noodle soup and tea. Your mom’s recipe.”

“You’re the best!” You tell him, press a kiss on his cheek.

“You make me want to be.”

It’s over dinner that you fill him in. He shakes his head at your supervisor's antics, one of his warm hands rubbing soft circles onto your upset belly. 

In turn, he tells you about work. The new sidekicks at the agency or the kids that are going to be interning next week.

Much too early he has to slip out of bed again, prepare for another night of patrols and paperwork.

“About your stomach bug,” Mezo’s half-dressed, chuckling at the way you ogle his body, “Could it be that you’re pregnant?”

“I just had my period last week.”

“Yeah, but I’ve heard that it happens sometimes, you know? Didn’t one of your secretaries think she wasn’t pregnant because she got the period and it was something else?”

You stop. He’s right. As always.

“Yeah, but… that’s her. This is me.”

He nods calmly but you can tell he’s not done with the topic.

“Do you want me to be pregnant?” You ask.

“I wouldn’t mind either way,” he says simply, but you can tell there’s more to the topic he’s letting on.

“I’ll buy a pregnancy test tomorrow, okay?” You promise. Something like relief washes over his face.

“I could get it for you,” he offers but you shake your head.

“No way. The media is only waiting for a headline like that. Tentacole seen purchasing pregnancy test. Hero-offspring on the way… Wait, what are Baby Octopus called?”

He laughs, picks you up from bed like you weigh nothing to him, and kisses you. 

There’s much in that kiss that he’s not saying.

Insecurity, doubt, trust, love.

You’re smiling when he pulls back, still holding you close. Your hands are cradling his face, thumbs tracing scars that will never completely fade.

“One day after the other,” you promise.

“One day after the other,” he repeats. 

Today hasn’t been the best day. Today hasn’t been the worst day either.

But with him by your side even okay days turn magical somehow. 

You don’t doubt that also applies to the rest of your life.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[greenwitchfeedee]

Royalty

Cw: weight gain, clothes ripping, soft feedism

*knock knock* “Princess, may I come in? I got what you asked for.” Hellen, my hand servant, said as she stood outside my room. I had an important court meeting in a few hours so I was dressed up in my formal dress, but it meant I had to skip second breakfast so I was starving. After my hangry outburst at the last meeting, I was threatened to be put on a diet. I had put on some weight in the past couple years

“Yes, please come in!” I eagerly replied.

Her slender frame gracefully entered in her maid uniform carrying a tray of food. “It took a little bribery of the cooks and the guard, but I was able to get what you asked for. I hope it is up to the standards you expect.” She explained while I was visibly bouncing in my seat with excitement.

“I’m sure it’s going to be delicious, just give it to me already!” I said teasing. She knows how excited I get about food. She took the cover off the tray to reveal my favorite foods, steak with buttery mashed potatoes and gravy, asparagus, bread rolls with even more butter, and a strawberry shortcake for dessert. I was salivating just looking at all the delicious food. Eagerly, I grabbed the utensils and started cutting my steak.

“Princess, if I may. I am concerned that your usual…eating habits may result in that dress being unacceptable for the court. You have a tendency to drop food when you’re excited. Would you prefer if I fed it to you.”

I got a little embarrassed, and I couldn’t feel my face flush red, but she was right. This dress was already tight and hard to move in, and I had a hard time being tidy in the best of conditions.

“Yes, I believe you’re right. Thank you.”

Hellen picked up the utensils and began preparing my food. As she presented me the first bite, I couldn’t believe how delicious it was. The juicy meat paired perfectly with the gravy and mashed potatoes and felt warm and comforting as it warmed my belly. I closed my eyes and squealed a bit in excitement before opening my mouth for another bite. Every bite was divine, not just because of how the food was prepared, but how she was serving it to me. After a few bites of steak, she would change to the veggies or the rolls so I wasn’t eating the same thing all the time. The contents of each fork full was perfectly balanced, severing containing too much of one thing. Slowly, my belly started feeling full and pressed against the tight fabric of the dress. I probably outgrew this one, I’ll have to ask the seamstress to make me a new one, a bigger one.

“Thank you Hellen, I’m lucky to have a servant as thoughtful as you,” I said, when I finally broke out of my food induced daze.

“Thank you for the praise, my princess. It is an honor to serve your excellency.” A slight blush broke out over her face. She tends to be reserved with me but I know how much she enjoys the praise. “Are you ready for your cake now?”

“Yes, please!” I said enthusiastically. In reality, I was starting to reach my limits, but the cake looked so delectable that I couldn’t help myself but to try it no matter how full I was.

The first bite melted in my mouth with creamy, sweet, tart goodness. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan as the treat passed my lips then open my mouth for another. I mindlessly rubbed my bloated tummy as she kept feeding me bite after incredible bite. There was about a quart of the cake left when I heard a loud *RIIIP* emanate from my side.

The seams of my dress split on the side, revealing my stretch mark lined love handles. “Oh my goodness, my princess, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…”

“No, don’t stop!” I exclaimed. “Keep going! I want you to feed me the rest! Please don’t stop now!” I could see on her face how shocked and embarrassed she was. She was hesitant at first, but picked the fork back up and got back to work. By this point my stomach hurt from how stuffed it was, causing me to moan a little louder with every bite. Every so often I would hear a little rip as the tear in my side got bigger, letting more of squishy body push out of the side.

I opened my mouth to receive another bite, but was met with a pair of soft lips and a tongue. Gentle hands caressed my sides and bloated tummy and she kissed me deeply and passionately. I opened my eyes and to see my adorable servant lost in her own actions. Without thinking, I reached out and pressed her narrow frame against my soft body and kissed her back. Her hand massaged its way from my jiggly love handles, under the rip in my dress to my back, and gradually lower, grabbing and squeezing my fat ass.

When I finally came to my senses, I was able to mutter under the waves of pleasure, “Thank you Hellen, never stop treating me like this”

[danikamariewrites]

if you still write for dark reader, could i please request a crack fic with the batboys where her idea of fun is being kidnapped and getting herself out.

” hey rhys, have you seen y/n? ”

” oh she’s kidnapped, she should be home in time for dinner ”

” oh okay thanks ”

and reader just walks in covered in dirt and someones blood, she quickly showers and debriefs and they all talk about it like it’s the most normal thing ever

” rhys i’m going to hunt a criminal i saw last week, you in? ”

” i wish darling but i’ve got an execution planned, maybe next week? ”

” okay thats fine, maybe cassian or az? ”

” sure we’d love to come!! ”

” great!!! ”

Favorite Crimes

Batboys x reader

A/n: this is funny af thank you for requesting this 😂

Warnings: dark reader and bat boys, kidnapping, blood, descriptions of gore (i think but nothing too bad), murder, and mentions of sexual harassment

Cassian was positively perplexed as to where in the world you are. You weren’t in the library, or Azriel’s weapons room, and you weren’t in either of the living rooms. He knew you didn’t have anything planned today which made him even more curious as to where you were.

Lightly knocking on Rhys’s office door, poking half his body in. “What’s up Cass,” the High Lord says without looking up from his paper work. “Do you know where y/n is?” “Yes,” Rhys’s face scrunched in thought.

“She told me that she spotted a few of Beron’s spies lurking in town. So she got herself kidnapped. But she’ll be home for dinner.” Cassian let out a small hum. “Wait, again?” “Yup.” Cassian let out another hum and went to his own office.

Just after sunset you winnowed back into the house. “I’m home!” You yelled out, unlacing your boots and setting them by the boys’ boots. The three of them came thundering down the stairs coming to halt, taking you in. You were covered in dirt from head to toe, blood spattered on you where dirt was missing.

You smiled at the boys, skipping past them upstairs. “I’m taking a bath, we’ll talk at dinner.” You said over your shoulder. The three males shared a look and shrugged, heading into the dinning room.

Once you were clean and in fresh clothes you joined your mates at the table. Azriel placed a steaming plate of chicken and veggies in front of you with a kiss on your head. “How was your kidnapping darling?” Rhys asked. You let out an excited hum around the fork in your mouth.

“So much fun! Beron truly employs idiots. So they took me from the city to the border forest between Winter and Autumn. You know the little area that is a mix of winter and autumn? I was tied up and they were waiting for Beron but broke free and the fight was nasty. Cassian you would’ve loved it.

“They did try to bury me at one point but I climbed out. Then I killed them all, which was fairly easy in the end.” They had interjected little cheers and ‘good jobs’ through out your story. It made your cheeks tint pink. It made you happy that they were proud of you.

“What did you do with them?” Azriel asked. “Oh, I stuck their ridiculous swords through them and propped them up like scarecrows for Beron to find.” Cassian snorted, letting out a deep laugh. Rhys was looking at you with amazement. “Wow. You are just incredible darling.”

You blushed again, dipping your chin and looking away from them. Rhys then asks what you all plan on doing this week. When it’s your turn you start nervously playing with your hair. “When I was at Rita’s with Mor I overheard a few females talking about this male who was touching them and he wouldn’t back off. I was going to take him to the woods, hunt him, and torture him. Do you wanna come with me?” You asked, voice full of hope.

Rhys pouted at you, “I’m sorry darling I can’t that day. I have an execution planned in Hewn City.” “That’s ok Rhysie. Cassie, Azzy any interest in coming with me?”

“Hell yeah baby,” Cass said enthusiastically. Az wrapped his arm around you placing a kiss on your temple. “We’ll always come with you baby.” You let out an excited sound clapping your hands lightly. “You guys are the best.”

[animeprincessforever]

Yandere Douma x Daughter Reader

Pt 2 I want to break free

things to know-read first part in beginning of my writing.

Warning-death

Your POV:

I sighed. Another a night and father is gone hunting. He will bring humans for me to eat. But I’ll refuse. My mother was a human. And I will NOT eat an other living being. I’d rather starve. I stared out my window. I was chained up and powerless. I want to go outside and explore again. How long have I been trapped? I don’t know I lost count. I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard father “well well well. My darling! You haven’t eaten your human. I killed him for you with love!” I rolled my eyes and glared at my father. “I’m not hungry.” Douma said “now now my beautiful (Y/n) you need to eat. Don’t you know that?” I yelled “I’m not going to eat a human! I’d rather die!” The look on my father’s face was scary then he smiled “oh! Then I’ll just get you some veggies! That would work! But… if you don’t eat those. I’ll have to punish you.” I froze as Douma my father caressed my cheek and pouted “(Y/n) you know I hate to make my good little girl scared. It pains me. So eat the fruits and veggies I’m going to bring you like my good little girl you are.okay?” I looked at him and with a gulp I said “yes father.” He smiled then hugged me “that’s daddy’s good girl!” As he left. I cringed. Every time he says that. I cringe.

-TIME SKIP-

As I enjoyed a salad I was thinking ‘where’d father?’ I saw a note. He’s out on one of his meetings. Usually those meetings are long. Now’s my chance. I broke the chain and crawled out the window I’m barefoot and cold. But I don’t care. I don’t want to live like this anymore! I started to run and run as fast as I can “I’m free! I can do this. Just keep running (y/n).” As I was running I crashed into something… something firm. I fell and hit the ground. When I looked up I saw father fear hit me. “My poor baby! How did you get out? I was so worried! And your poor face! Did something scare my baby girl?” He said. Then I said “I want to break free! I don’t love you!” He laughed “now now no need to be so mean. After all I am your father. Maybe I woke you up to soon. I think it’s time for me to do this.” He grabbed me and hugged me. He said “I love you so much so understand why I’m doing this.” I felt my body disappearing. As I tried to fight back. He said “this way we can be together forever.” And everything went black.

the end tysm for reading and request? Put in comments

Part 1

[canonsinthehead]

Jujutsu Kaisen/JJK - Parenting Headcanons

(i wrote this fast please dont mind the grammar....)

Kento Nanami (w/ Itadori-chan)

Contolling mom

Way of the Househusband

Single parent by choice (things are easier if managed alone)

Itadori is his adoptive son

he makes fancy lunchs for yuji filled with veggies he cant stand BUT coming home with leftovers is assuring him a serment from Nanami.

Talking about lunches, Itadori loves the large 1-foot sandwiches the blonde man makes for him. At school, he loves to share half of it with Juunpei (when his friend doesn't have lunch or just for fun.)

Itadori always begs Megumi to make his dogs eat his leftovers veggies regardless of how much the black-haired boy tells him why it will not work. Nobara force feeds all Yuji's leftovers back to him (she thinks it's hilarious) because everytime he tossed them in trash Nanami somehow found out and pinched his ears into a coma.

unplugs wifi during the night

type of parent to catch you when you try to cook yourself a midnight snack

bad grades, skipping training = no roblox & PS5

likes to see his adopted son having friends but these gremlins better remove their shoes before stepping on freshly vacuumed and conditioned carpet (expect Megumi & Juunpei)

Nanami wakes up every morning to iron his clothes. to Itadori his ability to perfectly iron a shirt is pure witchcraft (he tried to exorcise it and failed)

he often comes off as harsh but Nanami sincerely cares about anyone under his care hence why he can be hard on certain things for the sake of that person's well being and success.

a bitter truth is better than a sweet lies

(in a regular non-sorcerer high school) he would on his official 1498538th visit to the school principal's office for his son getting into fights

would pat your head

early bird (4-5am)

love language: act of service and quality time

nanami is not the "physical touch" type of person but doesn't resist itadori's hugs.

Toji Fushiguro (w/ Megumi)

if you pull a "is that you?" or mention anything related to the Zenin clan, it's an AUTOMATIC beat down.

Megumi is embarrassed of him whenever they hang out since he is preserving his "broke man habits" especially how obnoxiously Toji eats inhales food. Megumi will never admit it but when it relates to food/table manners he prefers Gojo's conduct in public over his dad's by a millimeter.

showers at the 24/7 gym when he can. would sleep in the lockers when one of his sugar mama/"girlfriend" gets tired of him

bring his ladies home after-hour for a back-breaking session whether Megumi is there or not (YIKES)

type to get a job and get fired superrr fast (no more than a month or even as short as 2 weeks). he gets kicked out for various reasons: getting into fights, stealing, seducing or smashing somebody's gf/wife, bad customer service, etc. his longest-standing job was at a strip club (nobody knows what position he had).

own 2 pairs of shoes and one is falling apart

always late or absent to Megumi's event

DONT ASK!!! all his "girlfriends" think they can change like his wife did for him

talks loud on speaker phone (not for shady business tho)

goes to night clubs to antagonize people

night owl

love language (with his gfs): physical touch & receiving gifts. btw the gifts are for him and he takes the "physical" side VERY seriously. he always make sure the send his partner into pure ecstasy but dont get it twisted he still thinks about his wife.

love language (with Megumi): hey i'm here so... maybe act of service.

[theink-stainedfolk]

Friday Kiss Tag

Thank you for the tag @the-golden-comet

I'll be taking my OCs from my latest WIP The Love Paradox

Rules: From your Story/WIP, post a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts. Spread the love! 💋❤️

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Emlyn's eyes locked onto Vera's, his gaze burning with intensity. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. Vera's heart raced as he leaned in, his lips inches from hers. She felt the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips as they brushed against hers.

The kiss was gentle, tender, but it sent sparks flying through her entire body. Vera's walls began to crumble, her defenses weakening as Emlyn's kindness and patience slowly chipped away at her fears. She felt herself melting into the kiss, her lips parting slightly as Emlyn's tongue grazed hers.

Emlyn's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Vera felt like she was drowning in the sensation, her senses overwhelmed by the touch, the taste, the smell of him. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

As they broke apart for air, Vera's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting Emlyn's. She saw the warmth, the kindness, the love in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. She knew in that moment, she was in trouble. She was falling for him, hard.

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I'll tag @finickyfelix @willtheweaver @leahnardo-da-veggie @illarian-rambling @winglesswriter @paeliae-occasionally @thecomfywriter @roarintheheavens @drchenquill @wyked-ao3 @the-inkwell-variable

[the-letterbox-archives]

archival file 360190-145[2]

part 2 of the mass oc questionaire! thank you @paeliae-occasionally for the questions; and this time around i'll be using faye, danareth, and sunny!

q1. “would you give away secret information if tortured? be honest.”

faye

“Never! My mind is a steel trap of information, and I wouldn’t give that away for anything!”

danareth

“If someone was torturing me, they’d have far greater concerns than whether or not I broke.”

sunny

“Torture, that’s a cute idea. It doesn’t really work, when you strip away the bells and whistles. If you count lying as breaking, then yes, in an instant! If you mean the truth, well, I think I have enough integrity to keep secrets secret.”

q2. “who could you trust the most with a secret?”

faye

“Daphne, for sure! She’s the best!”

danareth

“Yaromyr, I’ve trusted him with many secrets before, and he has entrusted me in return. Maybe Laszlo, if the situation commands it. He and I may have our… differences… but at the end of the day we both want what’s best for the kingdom.”

sunny

“Darcy Spencer, in a heartbeat! She can do no wrong, I trust that beautiful gift to the world with my life and more.”

q3. “you have been caught somewhere you shouldn’t be! quick, what is your excuse?”

faye

“Oh! Okay, well– who’re you to tell me where I can and can’t go? I’m sick of being told where I can’t go! Who died and put you in charge, hey? I– wait. That’s not an excuse, is it?”

danareth

“This hypothetical is ridiculous, there is almost nowhere I shouldn’t be, least of all somewhere I would be caught. But if I must play along, I would inform them that I have the king’s permission to be wherever I am.”

sunny

“Oh, this one’s happened before… ‘Sorry, Headmaster, I was only here because I heard along the grapevine some scandalous activities are happening around here, and I just had to investigate! What’s a newshawk without a story, Headmaster? No? Okay.’ At least I can think on my feet.”

q4. “how good is your sleep schedule?”

(i will preface by saying none of my characters get enough sleep, by virtue of me creating them)

faye

“Well… At least Daphne’s is worse.”

danareth

“Admittedly, it is… lacking. It isn’t egregiously bad by any means, but I have a lot of work to do. And the amount of times I run into Laszlo when I walk through the palace of a night is almost embarrassing.”

sunny

“Are you a comedian? Even if I was interested in academic success, nobody at Spencer’s has the time to sleep! It’s a bit messed up if you think about it, which is why I often do!”

q5. “do you have any siblings? if so, how good is your relationship?”

faye

“I have an older brother and sister, they’re twins, actually. Yeah, they skipped town a while ago, haven’t heard from them since. It makes sense. But sometimes it hurts to know they don’t wanna reach out.”

danareth

“No. Not anymore, at least.”

sunny

“If I had siblings, they would’ve pried each other apart to get to the top of the pile. Spencer’s isn’t for the faint of heart, you see.”

q6. “what was the toughest time you had to endure while growing up?”

faye

“Pretty much every day, especially before I knew Daphne. It just felt like everyone was against me no matter what. That messes you up, y’know. No wonder I’m like this!”

danareth

“My past is a sordid puzzle of tough times, if I listed them all, we’d be here all day. Be secure in the knowledge that none of it is relevant anymore.”

sunny

“You’re all sob stories, aren’t you? That doesn’t make for good radio. Besides, I don’t think any of my listeners could relate to it.”

np tagging @introchasingstars, @honeybewrites, @ominous-feychild, @the-golden-comet,

@noxxytocin, @moltenwrites, @tc-doherty, @the-ellia-west, @theverumproject,

@thecrazyalchemist, @laylathewordwitch, @dragonedged-if, @leitereads, @autism-purgatory,

@gioiaalbanoart, @drchenquill, @fenmere, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @melpomene-grey,

@yourpenpaldee, @corinneglass, @agirlandherquill, @willtheweaver, @nczaversnick,

@davycoquette, @glassfrogforest, @princeofhags, @wyked-ao3, @fantasy-things-and-such, + open tag!

[yrcanisrunsfromzombies]

Hi All! I’m back! Older and wiser!

It’s been 10 years since I’ve written on this thing and believe you me, my fitness journey has been that: A Journey. If you haven’t been with me for 10 years ago…welcome to my fitness blog!

So many ups and downs in not just my weight, but my emotions. 10 years ago, I was 24 living at home in New Jersey working in New York. Now I’m 34 living in Los Angeles. I moved out here 6.5 years ago to work as a makeup artist on set and it’s been a blessing and a struggle. I’ve grown a lot in 10 years as one should. Although I have worked on fitness sets, short films and clients, I’ve tried to balance these things with self-care (fitness & rest) and work always won… with 3 jobs then and now… it’s been exhausting. Let’s catch up friends.

When it comes to fitness, I’ve had a friend who said, ‘ if you are not working out, you are not happy.’ And even though he only knew me for a short time, he was absolutely correct. I lost sight of that in the hustle of the first 2 years here in LA. I’ve done little things I used to do in my 20s, like pole dancing and going to the gym (I had no idea what I was doing and…) finances ultimately were a struggle. However, I’m proud of the process and progress. I went from sharing a studio, to sharing a one bedroom, to having my own room in a 2bd 1b, to my own room and bathroom in a 2 bd 2b, to ultimately having my own studio with my own little fur baby, Emilio.

The first 2 years were hard and my weight increased and health declined. I ate terribly, was depressed (it still comes in waves), stressed and exhausted. It was 2018, I weighed the most I’ve ever weighed at the time (148 lbs!) AND I was turning 30. I realized I had to make a change when I tried on my bridesmaid’s dress for my sister’s wedding and the chronic splitting of jeans (2 to be exact)😂. It had to be drastic and an investment. My friend, Dana, recommended a gym. When I went in for a trial, I didn’t realize it was a CrossFit gym… oh boy. My goal: fit in the bridesmaid dress and not have my chichos (Dominican for fat rolls) show in my dress.

I began March 2018 and the wedding was in November 2018. So I had 7 months to fit into the dress, totally doable. I made little rules for myself. Go to the 30 min class early in the am before work 3 times a week. Drink your protein shake, swap out things in your diet like whole grain instead of bread, no cheese, meal prep veggie burger/sandwiches. I lost 10-11 lbs by July! I didn’t try the dress on until then and it fit almost perfectly! I began to plateau at 137 lbs and my coach, graduated me to the weightlifting class. He also recommend I do the fitness/diet challenge October 2018. The wedding was one month away! I will be the first to admit, I wasn’t the healthiest in those 5-6 weeks. I lost 8 lbs the first week (detox week) was almost at a faint until they said I can eat goat cheese. Goat cheese to me was what spinach is to Popeye. I regained energy. I skipped meals, drank a lot water, worked out 3 days a week… did all the things (I don’t recommend all of it). I fit in my dress for my sisters wedding and weighed 127lbs!(Really wish I took photos of my progress, but I was embarrassed, however in the pics below I can see a difference in 5 months)

May 2018

Nov 2018 (wedding)

Fitness, career and private life was on the up and up. When you feel good, your good energy becomes contagious. I met a boy on the plane to the wedding (I know a disgustingly cute meet-cute)and we dated for a year and a 2 months. During that time, I kinda strayed away from being consistent, went on birth control and ate terribly. I gain all the weight back and then some to 152lbs! This was my most heavy. I broke up with him, feeling sad and feeling like I lost myself in the relationship. I wasn’t happy and it was mostly me. I can admit that. The first week we broke up, I lost 8 lbs. I was angry running and angry boxing because I was sad and mad. Understandably.

Shortly after, I began to date a boy from CrossFit. Finally, someone who had things in common fitness-wise. We can do this together! The pandemic happened a month after dating and we did fitness things together: hiking and running. I fit in writing, painting, dieting and keeping a consistent little workout routine with fitness apps that came out at the time. I got down to 142 lbs. Ultimately, the pandemic emotionally brought us down and after dating for a year and 2 months, I called it quits. We weren’t growing in love and happiness. It was hard. Was the pandemic a factor? A small one. Before we broke up in April 2021, we signed up to do a Spartan Race together in October. We remained friends so we can do it together. He also had to make me sign up because I combated making the point that I always hurt myself doing obstacle 5Ks. None the less, I signed up and vowed to get to work.

That single summer before turning 33, I hiked, ran 5K sand did some weight lifting. I didn’t know exactly how to train for a Spartan Race. So when we did do the race in Big Bear, CA, I fell off the monkey bars hurting my right shoulder and the ground fracturing my right scapula! I was not prepared at all, however, I finished the race in pain without completing the obstacles. It was the next day when I went to urgentcare where I found out I fractured this big ass bone.

So that was October 2021, I told myself once I heal and I get the green light from my doctor. I’m going to be stronger than I ever was! At this time, I began working Front Desk at a spa, couldn’t freelance doing makeup with a broken wing. Luckily, they were caring and understanding. Massages and spa amenities were a big part in my recovery!

If you’ve stayed with me this far, I salut you and I’m almost caught up. Promise!

I worked so hard in 2022 to build the strength back in my shoulder and in my legs. I ran the fasted 5K in May 2022 (28 mins) then shifted my focus to weight lifting. The rules for my successful consistency will written on a different post as I plan to be more consistent than my younger self!😝

My goal was to build strength and get back on the mountain to snowboard. I hadn’t done it since before I moved to LA. Again, finances were a part of the delay. The hard work paid off when I got to go in January 2023! Such a great time, I didn’t hurt myself and my legs did have the stamina! I’m was so proud and happy. I finally felt like myself!

We are almost all caught up, but I will stop here. I’m writing this because fitness and health is truly an up and down journey especially for the working class. Some people don’t make self care and fitness a priority for them due to becoming parents, focusing on careers and not being able to financial invest in it. Because this is important to me I wanted to share, and clearly, a lot has happened.

I will post my workouts, my progress and my tips. I’m clearly not an expert, except an expert on struggling with consistency. I’m sure you on some level can relate.

I haven’t updated you from Jan 2023 until now (May 2023)… something big happened to me that caused me to reanimated this journey. I just wanted to use this post as a starting point and hopefully you all enjoyed it!

Keep your head up, darlings! Talk to you soon😘

[12percentspider]

Sometimes I feel so bad because I don't want to imply that anyone at all is naive because I've gotten myself in so much trouble "being nice" and I want to consider myself a nice person that just happens to have righteous anger but that got me USED by people who turned out to be in their 30s when I was 16, and there are people younger than my baby sister on this site because it's supposed to be 13+ and she's been over that for quite a while now.

But I had someone on my ass through messages when I was going through an extremely tough time and I've realized now that that person was lying to me to get more money when I'm not rich and it got to the point where I would skip out on getting myself decent groceries because I couldn't afford them anymore after "donating" to someone who'd threaten su*c*de if I didn't give them money. And that was BEFORE I got diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, so at that time I really was living off instant rice and canned veggies.

SOME PEOPLE AREN'T NICE. Some people are gonna take your niceness for granted!!! Some people are going to prey on your niceness!!! It sucks so bad but it's reality!

And some people really do need the help, I've never mentioned where people I know personally can see and worry about me but I did actually end up playing Insulin Chicken recently and came out on top.

But god DAMN when I can give you 20 bucks because I'm having a better week and you follow up with "can i have 500 dollars i'm going to kill myself right now if you don't send me 500 dollars" when i am BROKE and tell you I DON'T HAVE THAT and your response is to imply that your blood is on my hands well i think possibly it's not my fault??? I'm not going to starve just because you want most of my paycheck, who fucking asks for that. Who asks for all someone has despite them saying "I don't have that". If you were genuine and really in trouble you'd understand if others were in that same trouble. God Damn.

[starzatmidnightt]

the beast that craves from within

In a fit of despair she sat and with a humph grabbed her laptop to begin typing. Red lines popped up aggressively under the letters; In her fit of rage, neither her fingers nor keyboard could keep up with her mind. 

She knew she had lost the battle. This age-old thing that still, even as she stabbed the keyboard with the tips of her fingers, lingered on. But it was a battle she was willing to lose. Lose, that sense of defeat. Why must it feel that way?

She had learned to utilize her stubbornness and argumentative nature to trick this beast inside of her. 

So with every ounce, every droplet of courage she could muster up, she used it to fuel her forward. 

That's how I imagined myself now, sitting at a dining room table that is not mine, listening to music on speakers that are not my own, enjoying the warmth from the sun in a house that I definitely do not pay a mortgage on. A free-loader, one might say. And I am in fact ashamed to admit it because whoever is really proud to be broke, unemployed, and living in your sister's old roommate's house. This is my reality, unfortunately.

And before you say anything, yes I know it's fine to have setbacks and I'm still so young, have patience! 

I guess that isn't exactly an option for me. I feel like having patience and being kind is what got me into this mess in the first place. At square one, starting over with nothing, from the bottom. What a waste of time, I think, what a waste of everyone's time. I'm such an incredible piece of wasted space and time. 

What a joke. 

I sleep all day, and my body hurts all the time - I have to leave work early because I feel sick. I indulge - I stay out late. I don't eat all day. I drink. I kiss him. And also him. And then I take them home. 

I cry - I don't sleep, I sit on the floor and stare at the ceiling. I type the text and then erase it. I stand outside barefoot and let my hands feel the raindrops. I smoke a cigarette. I drink some more. I don't finish a song. I skip it. I play it again. I forget to brush my teeth. I stare at the photo. I miss them. I should call her. I press the green icon. I hear their voice. I hang up. 

It's easy. And tempting. To fall into this dwindling cycle. You put your toe in, and you get used to the temperature, so you get in a little more. Hot baths are wonderful and fun when the water is just right and there are bubbles and candles and a nice book and maybe some chocolate and rose petals. But the longer you linger, the colder the water gets, the more shriveled you become, and the stiffer your bones get. 

Why wait and get to that point? 

Life is never going to be easy for us. Life will be hard, but you’ll prevail. Because our existence and ease in this world ebbs and flows; like good posture, you must find the discipline to sit up straight - the more you do it the less you have to think about it. 

Trick the beast inside of you. Sometimes it's okay to have to find a way before a will. Give yourself the security that only you can provide for yourself. 

Sit and think. Sit and ponder. 

Wake up. Make coffee. Make tea. Open the window. Step outside. Feel the sun on your eyelids, feel the heat warming your skin, feel the cool concrete bringing you back, feel the magnetic pull to the earth. Make breakfast, and eat the veggies you don't like. Listen to the album all the way through and don't skip a song even if it's not your favorite. Moisturize your skin. Floss your teeth. Go to sleep with the sun and wake up with it. Read that book and dust the shelf you've been meaning to. Make the cookies for your friends. Go get the job. Help your grandparents in their garden. Make the phone call. Text them back. 

Give yourself the ability and room to breathe. Reward yourself with kind words and hydration and good food. Be proud of your achievements and look forward to your success. The only way you will ever grow is if you water yourself. You must tend to your garden, you are the only one who knows those roots.

[nicoles-chef-corner]

My version of Quesadillas

There is a funny story behind this, since I once ate something like this in the food hall in Bremen and I loved it, but cannot find sometjing similar to the adobe pepper sauce I had with them. I loved the spice from it.

Anyway, it is really simple since you just use a grated cheese you like, I use Gouda both young and old and some fake or real cheddar depending on what is in the fridge. Saute onions, paprikas amd mushrooms untill nice and fried, add some jalapeno pepper if you like some heat. Use salami or chorizo as your meat.

Lay your tortilla open and put on the following layers: cheese, meat, tiny bit if cheese, veggies, more cheese. Either fold in half or put 2 on each other and bake in the oven or fry them in a pan. We eat these with some homemade guac, sambal and creme fraiche.

My homemade guac

Stamp your avocado untill it is a mush, add salt, pepper and some grated garlic, diced tonato and cucumber, and mix with mayonnaise (preferably Calvé, a creamy one)

[avanatural]

That Simple

Part 3

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?  

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter warnings: Drinking, mentions of sex

A/N: Welcome to part 3 of my Beau series! I hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated ❤️

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Y/N felt at least three different sets of curious eyes on her as she walked through the Lewis and Clark County Sheriff's Office. Her long bohemian style dress moved gracefully with each of her steps. On her hands, she balanced a red Tupperware container.

Once she found the door she was looking for, she took a deep inhale and pushed it back out in a sharp huff. She balled one of her hands into a fist and let it collide with the door three times.

“Yeah?”

Pushing open the door, she poked her head into the Sheriff’s office. “Hi. You got a minute?”

Beau’s tired eyes woke up and brightened. The sight of Y/N drove away his exhaustion, as well as his fixation on his newest case. She was a dream come true, pulling him out of his stress-induced stupor for a well-timed break. He stood up from his worn-out office chair and smiled. “Heya, darlin’. Welcome to the fortress. Come on in.”

With a smile of her own, she stepped into his office, hypnotizing him with the curve that adorned her lips.

Beau cleared his throat and quickly stacked the papers that were scattered across his desk. “Sorry about the mess.” Briefly looking up from the files, he added, “I wasn’t expecting such dazzlin’ company.”

Y/N sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and gazed at her shoes for a second. Beau made her feel like a shy schoolgirl who’d just been asked to prom by the most popular guy. “I brought you some lunch,” she said and placed the Tupperware box on his desk.

“All for me?”, he asked, his green eyes searching hers.

She pulled up her shoulders and released them in a shrug. “Yeah. I know you tend to skip lunch, but… I just thought… You may wanna try some… Veggie lasagna?” Y/N cringed at her own stammering.

His full lips parted to reply, but as soon as his gaze darted to the open door, he shut his mouth. He walked around his desk, holding up his pointer finger in a silent request for Y/N to wait.

Her Y/E/C eyes studied him closely. Beau was acting like his charming, laid-back, usual self, and still, her hands were sweaty. Her bad conscience was screaming at her.

Once Beau reached the door, he peeked out into the hallway, looking left and right to see if anyone was watching.

Indeed, a few cops averted their eyes, pretending they weren’t staring at the mysterious woman in the new Sheriff’s office.

Beau shook his head at his colleagues and closed the door. He chuckled to himself. Could he blame them for wondering about Y/N? She was pure seduction personified, turning heads wherever she went. And she was his girl. What a lucky bastard, he thought to himself.

He extended his hands and walked back to Y/N, lured in by her beauty, by her light. He pulled her close by the waist, his movements a little too harsh, making her collide with his solid body. His mouth crashed against hers.

She released a hum of surprise, which he swallowed with his greedy lips. His hands went to her cheeks, framing her face as he kissed her firmly. His kiss was so passionate that once they broke apart, Y/N had to suck some air into her desperate lungs.

“Lasagna or not, I’m always happy to see my girl,” he drawled against her lips and nudged her with the tip of his nose.

His word’s made Y/N’s heart swell in her chest. Its booming was so intense that she felt it in her entire body. My girl. She was never going to get tired of hearing him say that.

“I know, I just… I feel horrible about-“

“Sweetheart,” Beau cut her off, letting his hands drop to her waist, “I told ya I’m fine.”

An apologetic wrinkle appeared between Y/N’s eyebrows. She reached out to touch his bearded cheek, careful not to graze the red bruise on his cheekbone.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

“See, I knew you could kick my sorry ass. Serves as a reminder to never piss you off,” he chuckled and squeezed her waist with his giant hands.

“It’s not funny,” she objected and buried her face against his chest to hide the tiny smile that was beginning to stretch across her mouth. Her voice was muffled by the fabric of his white button-down as she mumbled, “I hit you.”

“You were incredible.” Beau pursed his lips to create an impressed whistling sound. During their sparring session, he’d been so enchanted by the sight of her sweaty body that he’d forgotten to keep blocking her blows. Hence the bruise on his cheekbone.

Y/N pulled her head away from his button-down and met his eyes with a bashful little twirl of her brows.

“You snooze, you lose,” Beau declared casually, “I lost. Fair and square. Doesn’t even hurt.” He pulled the corners of his lips up into a suggestive smirk. “But I gotta say… I like the idea of you checkin’ up on me.” His hands traveled lower, settling on her hips as he looked deeply into her eyes. “You can be my sexy nurse any day.”

As soon as the nurse comment left his mouth, Y/N was done for. A full-blown grin took over her face.

“There ya go! There’s that beautiful smile I love to see.” Beau’s smirk widened, his thumbs tracing teasing circles on her hipbones.

Y/N laughed and placed her hands on his strong shoulders. “So, are we still on for tonight?”, she asked.

“Of course! Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Tonight was going to be the night. They were going out with her friends. To announce that they were officially a couple.

Beau leaned back against his desk and opened his legs, pulling Y/N to stand between his thighs. “You think your friends are gonna be okay with us?”, he asked and wet his drying lips.

Y/N knew that it was his way of asking if her friends were going to like him. She brushed her hand through his growing hair, feeling its soft texture as it slipped through her fingers. “They’re gonna love you, Beau.”

He briefly closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of having her so close. That blind, unfaltering faith that she had in him gave him a much-needed confidence boost.

“Y/N, seriously, if you don’t marry that guy, one of us will,” Tina, one of her friends, threatened, holding onto her margarita as she fixated Beau with her hungry gaze.

“Beau and I are trying not to rush things,” Y/N chuckled and sucked on her straw, taking the final sip of her Moscow mule.

She glanced at the bar, where the guys had gathered around her partner to test whether he was a good fit for their ranks. So far, it was looking very good. In fact, everyone seemed to want a piece of the new Sheriff in town, which wasn’t surprising.

“Well, I gotta say… Beau is Beau-tiful,” Chloe, another one of Y/N’s friends, chimed in, wriggling her eyebrows.

Tipsy giggles erupted among the group of women, which captured the men’s attention. A line of curious heads turned to look in their direction. Beau’s eyes, too, searched for the source of noise, and ended up meeting Y/N’s.

Her breathing stopped for a second.

His face was illuminated by the dim bar lights. He looked like he was glowing, which certainly held some truth – Beau Arlen was a beacon of light.

Even from afar, Y/N could easily identify the piercing green color of his kind eyes. It scared her how hard she’d already fallen for him. She’d fallen into a deep hole that she wasn’t sure she could crawl back out of, even if she wanted to.

The two of them hadn’t been intimate yet, but Y/N had a feeling that once he made love to her, his name would be engraved in her heart for good.

With a grin, Beau sent a wink her way, silently letting her know that he was comfortable around the guys. She winked back. Their eye contact was intense enough to make the sounds of her girlfriends’ thundering laughter fade into the background.

Even from afar, Beau was able to take over her body, her senses. He outshone everything and everyone around him. Screw it, she wanted him to carve his name into her heart. Tonight.

The bar was crowded by now, and Y/N’s group of friends was gathered around the high tables.

“Hey there,” he announced himself with a voice so deep and raspy that it turned Y/N’s kneecaps to mush.

She didn’t have to turn her head to know that it was Beau who was coming up behind her. Apart from his voice, she could tell it was him by his alluring scent and the gentle hand that landed on her back.

It only took a second until he appeared by her side. With a grin on his lips, he pecked her temple.

The skin around her eyes wrinkled with a smile as she felt his beard brush against her skin. “Hi.”

Beau handed her the shot she’d asked for. “There you go, beautiful.”

“Thank you.” After knocking back her shot, Y/N winced, but the smile didn’t leave her lips. She didn’t need to look at her girlfriends to know that they were watching her and Beau with twinkles and hearts in their eyes. Could she blame them? Her partner was one hell of a man. He was turning heads left and right with that Texan charm of his.

She knew he could handle himself in shark-infested waters, whether it was filled with vicious criminals or pining admirers. But right now, Y/N herself was ready to sink her teeth in the Sheriff.

“Hey, you wanna go pick the next song?”, she asked Beau and pointed over her shoulder at the jukebox.

His flaming emerald eyes bored into hers. “Sure, lead the way.”

With slow motions, Y/N leaned in to grab his hand, pinning him down with a sultry gaze. She could hear him take a breath, labored by their proximity. With a seductive curve of her lips, she stepped backwards to pull him along.

Beau followed her on lightheaded feet. His inhibition was slowly being melted away by the shots and beers he’d had with the guys. “Whatever spell you’re puttin’ on me, darlin’, I like it.”

Y/N squeezed his hand and enjoyed the lopsided smirk on his handsome face. Once they stood in front of the jukebox, she reluctantly let go of him.

As soon as Beau spotted the selection of songs, he rubbed his hands together. “Oh, wo-ho, would you look at that? Air Supply, All Outta Love! God, I haven’t heard that one in forever!”, he exclaimed.

Y/N leaned against the jukebox, presenting her front to him, and batted her eyelashes. Now was her chance. She had Beau all to herself for the first time that night.

His emerald orbs, however, remained glued to the song selection, sparkling with nostalgia. His tongue was stuck sneakily between his pearly white teeth.

Y/N wondered what kinds of memories he was reliving in that moment. Her eyes transformed into two teasing slits as she asked, “I take it you seduced a couple of ladies to that song?”

Beau’s jaw jutted forward, and he averted his eyes, suddenly taking great interest in the boots on his feet. “Well…” When he met her gaze, he sighed through his bashfully smiling lips.

Y/N’s mouth turned into a perfect ’o’ before surprised sounds of laughter came tumbling out of her mouth. “No way! Seriously?”

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His blunt fingertips shily scratched the back of his neck. “I was… Young and dumb back then. I guess we better pick another song, huh?”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head and, with one determined push of her finger, started All Out Of Love by Air Supply. “Now you have to put a spell on me, handsome.”

Beau chuckled with a hint of nervousness, then held his hand out to her. “M’lady.” When she placed her small hand in his, he bent down to plant a sweet kiss on the back.

Y/N smiled at him fondly, already wrapped around his finger. Pushing herself flush against him, she locked her arms around his neck. She started to sway along to the music, prompting Beau to circle his arm around her waist.

He pried one of her hands away from his neck and held it in his free palm. His boot-clad feet started to move to the music. For a few beats, he guided Y/N’s motions. Then, suddenly, he dipped her, making her back curve as her upper body dangled from his arm.

Her laughter flooded his eardrums, making him laugh along. His girl’s chuckles were among his favorite sounds in the world.

A few people cheered and whistled around them, trying to spur the couple on.

Y/N’s cheeks were bright pink by the time Beau pulled her back up. Her hand came to rest on his chest. While her giggles slowly faded out, she could feel his heart pound heavily against her palm.

He gently stroked her back and eased her into a slower rhythm, swaying from side to side with Y/N in his arms. She was a keeper, he was certain of it.

“Beau…,” Y/N suddenly drawled into his ear.

The hair at the back of his neck stood on end. The breathy sound of his name on her tongue was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. “Hm?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

Beau pulled back to get a proper look at her face. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

The way she needily gazed into his eyes woke all kinds of urges within his body. Then, finally, her sultry voice made a comeback to caress his eardrums.

“Do you wanna crash at my place tonight?”

Part 4

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