#fru 3

[ae-azile]

A Familiar Road to the Unknown: Chapter 3 Preview

Big falls asleep in his arms. Chan supposes the drugs and after effects of the coma are making him more outwardly emotional.

Although, one shouldn't need that reason to cry for a departed friend. Getting emotional can be seen as a weakness though, at least here. It had been something Korn quietly and gently reminded him of when Chan got the phone call about Big waking up. He hadn't expected a call like that. He had been preparing himself for the worst because that was what he trained himself to do. Gun had already left, Kinn was no longer in the room, so he just had Korn, Tankhun, and Ken’s severed head as company when Pol called and told Chan that Big was awake and at least half lucid. And despite telling Pol that he wasn't crying, he was. He burst into tears before he knew what emotions were bubbling up, all while Korn sat there looking somewhat unimpressed.

To be fair, Korn hadn't been cruel after Chan got off the phone and asked to be excused, and he had waited to speak to him until Tankhun quietly left and said he would update Kinn and Porsche. But once Tankhun did leave, Korn gave him a calm, but stern reminder to keep his emotions in check. Chan was usually good at that. It was the first time he needed a reminder like that in over ten years. The last time he needed a similar reminder was after he rescued Tankhun and saw the state he was in. The torture and torment Tankhun had gone through was already physically clear, and the way he was petrified to let anyone touch him solidified it. Chan had stayed calm, kept any required physical contact gentle and comforting, and got him back to the compound infirmary. When he left his side and reported to Korn to give him the details, he had cracked. He was given the constructive criticism and he never needed it again.

Until a few days ago. Until Big woke up when his odds had been so slim. Until he realized he wasn't losing Big after all.

Not that Big was his to lose.

However, Chan had been under the assumption Big would settle down, let go, and go to sleep once Chan went back to the couch - or at least went to the chair in case Big needed someone close for a while. He had needed someone close and Chan expected that he might, but he didn't realize how close. Even after Big calms down, he silently and stubbornly clings to him, making it so Chan takes residence on the edge of Big’s infirmary bed. His right leg propped up against Big’s leg while his left foot stays planted on the floor. He doesn't think Big really realizes he is demanding that Chan stay in his bed. He also likely doesn't realize that Chan is not particularly comfortable.

But if Big wants this, Chan will stay. He doesn't remember the last time he was hugged. It's been a while. His grandfather was never much of a hugger. He loved Chan, but losing his only child as well as his wife so early made him distant.

It was also how Ma died that made him distant. That was hard for everyone. And Chan was always told he was a perfect blend of his mother and his mother’s killer. Even the little bit of extended family around had a hard time looking in this direction too long.

He probably got hugged by Tankhun and Kinn more than he got hugged by his family. Not so much Kim. Kim wasn't the affectionate type. The only time Kim had hugged him was when he saved Tankhun and brought him back home. As for Kinn, he did it frequently as a young child before the behavior naturally died out. As for Tankhun, he hugged Chan on his 35th birthday - three years ago in two weeks. It was never a day Chan advertised, but the family knew. They don't celebrate it and Chan has never asked them to. He gets a birthday bonus like everyone else does, and his is higher than what the other guards get. But celebrating it? No. Chan has been too high up in the ranks to have co-worker friends for close to a decade, so he supposes his last birthday celebration happened before his last and highest promotion.

It makes sense he hasn't had a hug for three years.

It's overwhelming, and yet somehow comforting. Those two emotions conflict with each other. It seems impossible for them to co-exist simultaneously.

Chan is pulled from his thoughts when Big shifts against his side. When Chan glances down, he sees Big looking up at him with wide eyes. It seems to take a moment for Big to register that Chan is staring back at him. But once he does, he quickly hides his face into Chan’s ribs and closes his eyes again, as if he's hiding from Chan. However, if he is, he isn't doing a good job of it. Chan can feel Big squeezing him a little more tightly and his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. If Chan were less rooted in reality, he would assume Big wants him here in this bed with him.

Maybe he does. Or maybe Big fells asleep upset and woke up just enough to know he can't be alone right now, not after learning about Ken.

So maybe it's a need, rather than a want. Or maybe Big is just confused.

Regardless, Chan lets it happen, and that's probably because he wants it to happen. Like his grandfather and Kim, he's never been a hugger either. But three years is a long time. Maybe Chan needs this too.

[uncanny-tranny]

I recently had to do a project in one of my psych classes, and man, I knew that CBT was used for every little thing, but seeing over and over, "do CBT! CBT is the best for every mental illness!" was so jarring. I'm absolutely biased because of my own experiences, but I just don't think it's as universal a treatment model as it's touted.

If you didn't benefit from CBT, it's not because you're lazy or didn't try hard enough or lacked intelligence or foresight into your own needs. Frankly, it's a therapy model that (I think) shouldn't be the only readily-accessible model and among the only therapy models covered by insurance. Some of us should not be treated in a CBT model and that's okay. It's not a sign of poor character or unreasonable demands, and if you don't think it's a model that works for you, then it's your right to express that!

[frudoo]

Gifts—Joe “Bear” Graves

It’s about TIIIME I write about my baby boy

Merry Christmas my loves!!!!

Warnings: SMUT. Alcohol consumption. Lingerie. Blowjob. Fingering. Unprotected PIV. Creampie ofc. Fem!Reader is fat. MDNI.

“Holy shit.”

Joe sounds breathless, cheeks and neck flushed crimson and a matching fire in his blue eyes. In front of the Christmas tree sits you, your soft body adorned with nothing but emerald green ribbon lingerie. Gorgeous and gift-wrapped, and all for him.

“Welcome home, Bear,” you grin teasingly, beckoning him over with a single crooked finger.

Like a dog to a bone, your husband falls to his knees before you, trembling hands stretching to get a feel of your supple, cedar-scented skin or, at the very least, the silk of your barely-there garment. You’re quick to stop him, fingernails gently digging into his wrists. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is a man not allowed to unwrap his own present?” Joe teases, working to shrug off his fatigue coat, still caked with sweat and grime from his latest mission.

“I have a different present for you, first,” you roll your eyes playfully before sliding another gift from beneath the tree—a decorative basket with an impressive bottle of aged bourbon and two glasses inside.

Joe’s eyes widen at the sight, and he laughs softly in disbelief as he holds the bottle in his hands, cradling it like it’s a sacred artifact.

“Baby, oh my- how much did this cost you?” He looks at you with such awe, appreciation, bright blue eyes twinkling in the dim light.

“Don’t worry about that,” you wave your hand dismissively, carefully taking the drink from him to pour him a glass.

Your husband shakes his head, but the wide smile on his face betrays the absolute joy that settles in the crevices of his mind. As he takes a sip, he hums in satisfaction, savoring the addictive burn that blossoms all the way from the tip of his tongue down to his belly. There’s a hint of smoke in the aftertaste, rich and bold.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, honey,” he nods, twirling the glass in his large hand before finally meeting your gaze. “You're not gonna drink any?”

“You know I don’t like bourbon,” You shrug, placing the bottle of alcohol back in the basket and pushing it away. “And anyway, I got the glasses customized just for you. It’d be wrong of me to drink out of them!”

“You’re my wife. What’s mine is yours,” Joe clicks his tongue, setting aside his drink. “But I digress.”

You giggle, standing from the cold wooden floor and outstretching your hand to help him do the same just so you can push him down onto the couch. He grunts when he hits the cushion, looking at you expectantly.

At your full height, the lingerie hides even less of your plush body. The set is little more than a vessel to hold the ribbons across your breasts and the sheer fabric that drapes just below your hips. You give Joe a little spin, biting your lip at the low groan that escapes him upon discovering the matching g-string that can barely be passed off as an undergarment. Calloused hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you back onto his lap. His breath is hot against your neck as he peppers short, open-mouthed kisses there, greedy fingers traveling up to grope at your lush tits.

“Already got me so fuckin’ hard for you,” Joe’s voice rumbles against your sensitive skin, sending goosebumps rising all along your body.

“W-wait, I wanna…” you trail off, gently placing your palms on his thick, muscular thighs and slipping out of his grasp.

His chest rises and falls impatiently but he doesn’t say a word, his eyes following your every move as you drop to your knees in front of him, just as he’d done when he saw you. You waste no time before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fatigue pants. Joe lifts his hips, expecting you to undress him completely, but quickly sits back down when you shake your head.

“No, please, leave them on,” you murmur breathlessly, batting your eyelashes up at him as you palm his aching cock through his boxers.

Joe nods, abiding by your wishes. You bite your lip as you release his dick from its confines, nearly moaning at the sight. He was right—he is so fucking hard, twitching and leaking salty beads of precum that coat his fat shaft and your fingertips. You’re salivating before you can even get a taste.

“Fuck, baby,” he grits his teeth eagerly. “I need you.”

Needing no more encouragement, you dive in, licking through the slit of his thick cockhead. Your husband immediately throws his head back with a prolonged groan at the contact, muscles tensing and relaxing in sync with every swirl of your hot tongue over his tip, down to his heavy balls and tracing back up along the plump vein at the base. He has to bite down on his fist when you finally wrap your lips around him to refrain from spilling down your throat too early.

“Yes, just like- oh fuck yeah, like that,” Joe moans, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck, his hold firm but not tight enough to hurt you.

You hum around his cock with every downward plunge, fondling his balls in one hand and bracing yourself on his thigh with the other. Your jaw pops when you lean forward to take him deeper, but the pain is quickly forgotten in favor of the blissful warmth in your mouth. You bury your nose in his pubes, swallowing him down to the back of your throat and holding yourself there until you gag.

“Baby, stop,” he gasps, cupping your clammy face in his hands and pulling you off of his dick with a wet pop. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Don’t you want to?” You pant, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and wiping away the drool and precum from your chin.

“Damn fuckin’ right I do, but not like this. C’mere,” Joe helps you off of your knees and pulls you into his lap, his lips pressing against yours desperately. “You wet for me?”

You confirm his suspicions with a muttered yes, mouth never leaving his. He tastes like the expensive bourbon you gifted him, deep and musky. He tastes like home.

“Lift your hips, honey,” he whispers, grinning softly when you comply.

Pushing aside your g-string, two of his thick fingers swipe through the dew of your slit and he moans in approval, pressing them into your entrance slowly. You keen, resting your forehead against his, gripping onto the sides of his standard green shirt with clenched fists. Joe curls his fingers to press against the sensitive patch inside of you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist when you try to flinch away. He nuzzles his nose against yours, pumping into you with more vigor. You shake your head, grabbing at his wrist to pull his hand away.

“Baby-”

“Don’t need your fingers, Joe, just need you,” you frown.

He searches your eyes for a moment, and finding no hesitation, nods. Joe pulls you in for another intoxicating kiss, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time he slides home inside of you. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, fingernails digging into his shoulders to ground yourself.

“I know. I know, honey, but you can take it all the way. You always do, don’t you? Always take it so fuckin’ well for me,” he coos, watching in awe at the way you arch your back and brave the stretch.

It doesn’t take long to get used to the feeling, all too familiar with the way your body molds itself to fit him perfectly. You rock back and forth slowly to let him know that you’re ready.

“Atta girl,” your husband praises, rough hands settling on the fat of your hips.

Joe plants his boots flat on the wooden floor, his lap giving you a sturdy seat to work with. You raise your hips and come back down at a steady pace, holding onto the sides of his thick neck for support. Your thumb rubs over his Adam's apple and he growls, pulling you down on him harder. The filthy slap that echoes throughout the living room when your ass meets his solid thighs makes the both of you moan in sync.

“Ride that dick. C’mon, baby, it’s yours, so use it,” he huffs, looking into your eyes so intensely you think you might evaporate.

Still, you eagerly comply, your knees digging into the couch cushions as you roll your hips at a dizzyingly quick pace. Your tits bounce with the haste of your motions, nearly slipping right out of your lingerie. Joe decides that he’s sick of being denied his favorite sight and tugs on the ribbons, pupils dilating at the sight of your pretty pebbled nipples now exposed to his hungry gaze. He takes one breast into his hand and ducks his head down, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth with a delighted groan. Your pace falters in the midst of the new sensation, so Joe bucks his hips up to help you out.

“Joe, I can’t- can’t do this anymore,” you hiccup, legs burning from exertion.

“That’s okay,” he grunts, hands moving to cup your ass before he stands, chuckling at the little gasp you let out. “Just hold onto me, baby, I’ll get us there.”

You nod and hold onto him for dear life, burying your face in the crook of his sweaty neck. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, but it’s in moments like these he reminds you—effortlessly suspending you in the air and bouncing you on his cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He presses his cheek to the top of your head as he fucks you, and despite the brutal pace with which he pounds into you, it’s obvious that he absolutely adores you.

“You’re close,” he observes through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him tightly. “Gonna cum with me?”

“Yeah,” you whine, tightening your arms around his neck.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” he growls, fingertips digging into the fat of your ass almost painfully.

He thrusts a few more times before reaching his peak, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb and triggering your own orgasm. You bite down on his neck as he rides out the high, oversensitive but euphorically so. Sweat and breaths mingle as he carefully lowers you to the ground on wobbly legs, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist. The two of you share a moment of silence before busting out into gentle chuckles.

“I think I ruined your pants,” you giggle, gesturing toward the wet spot on his cargos.

“I don’t care,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you long and slow.

[keebwee]

legally blonde the musical hace freo (fru x leo) au ....... can u tell chip on my shoulder is my favorite song (im on my fourth loop) (the song is 8 minutes long)

bonus donnie as aaron schultz doodle

[franciskirkland-deleted]

Rating Hetalia Ships - Alfred F. Jones Edition 🇺🇸🦅🗽

just my thoughts on popular america pairings!

RusAme - 10/10 perfection. the classic america ship to me. no real notes or critique. love it healthy or toxic. love when ivan is possessive and obsessed with al. love when they're fluffy. love when they're mutually kicking the shit out of each other. they're bitter exes. they're best mates. they're rivals. they're married til death do they part amen

(RusAme vs AmeRus (i.e. who's taking it in the butt) is so heavily debated and like. i would say i don't have a dog in this fight, i can respect both sides of the coin but i do prefer a very masculine, dominant characterization of ivan, sorry just being real. alfred is more of a bottom to me. except with france. himbo service top superman.)

USFr - another 10/10, tied with RusAme for my fave except the two ships could not be more different. holding myself back from rambling because y'all know i could go on about them for hours. cougar fran. milf-hunter alfred. mommy and her big strong babyboy husband. dumb blonde power couple. they're so pretty and shiny together and so sweet. need i say more??

(next one is controversial and often considered incestuous. my official stance on this is that i have mixed feelings. i understand why some people dislike it + can empathize. in canon they clearly have a familial relationship. but we're allowed to diverge from canon. i'm also not gonna lie and pretend i don't enjoy the ship in AUs where they're not related)

USUK - ehhhh. 2 or soft 3/10 i really do not like bottom england. BUT (haha butt) if anyone can top him it might be alfred (on occasion). they probably switch but to me arthur could never be 'the wife', to use a heteronormative term. they're homosexual your honor.

UKUS - ohhhh yeah baby. 9/10 when done well. don't get me started. the daddy issues. the banter. the sub/dom aspect. the domestic fluffy bits. the big gay. two differing brands of masculinity. i just love both of these characters so the potential is unlimited. they're so malleable and fun to write. OH and i love UK/Nyo!US <333

Ameripan - solid 8/10. humanverse only. nationverse relations are very complicated to say the least and i'd rather not touch on that. anyway. human AU ameripan is cute as fuck. i can see them working great either platonically or romantically. they bring out the best in each other. alfred helps kiku lighten up and have fun, kiku helps alfred get his shit together. they're a very 'opposites attract' kind of couple. (is it crazy that i want to see kiku take alfred to pound town. am i alone in that.)

Prumerica - platonically 10/10. maybe fwb, but in my opinion they're too similar to work out long term romantically. 6/10. like, the idea is cute, i don't dislike it, but nah. plot twist they're both fran's service top puppy boy guard dog cringefail loser gamer BFs. that could work.

AmeChu - hmm. 4/10. not a lot of strong feelings either way. very much an older/younger ship. i can't imagine yao would have the patience to deal with alfred for very long, plus the age gap is a bit much. i like age gaps but yao is so ancient. i can see al having a crush on him tho. again not a fave but certainly not bad.

Romerica - with nyo!america yes! 8/10. but alfred and lovi i can't really see together bc of their personalities (lovino's temper. he's like arthur but worse) sexy in theory but disastrous in practice. 3/10.

AmeCan - to me they're brothers 99% of the time and i'm not a fan of overt/sibling incest. i'm not gonna hate on it, i just can't really objectively rate something that doesn't have romantic potential. even if they're not biologically related they're platonic to me. 0 ??/10.

AmeLiet - ?? no hate i just don't really know why this is a ship. like i know they interact in the later seasons but i don't get it?? umm 2/10. it would be interesting to see him have a threeway with lietpol.

GerAme - no opinion. not here to hate i just don't see it whatsoever.

did i forget anything?

[aishnico]

#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)

» summary: you were engaged and you felt like you were betraying a part in yourself. and one day, you bumped on someone who you thought you would never see again

» word count: 1.9k

» warnings: angst TO FLUFF

» inspired by sarah jio's always novel.

» part 1

— january, 1998

''listen, i already talked with them today and nothing changed. they ask for too much. i mean, we are talking about a hotel's lobby. and the view of it is not beautiful! ugh... you know what? let's just do it in our backyard, yeah? what's wrong with that? it's more beautiful than that stupid lobby. okay okay, let's talk when i go home. you aren't at home? okay then, i'll just wait for your arrival. bye.''

you hang up the phone when you finish talking about your ideas about wedding places to your fiancée. you two weren't the richest people, but your fiancée wanted something really fancy like when rich people get married. you, on the other hand, wanted a small and simple wedding.

you graduated from college a year after you left john. you sold your house when you found yourself a roommate, brenda. she was going to be your bridesmaid in your wedding now. and you were lucky to find a job after your graduation. you met there with a handsome yet squeamish man. you were chill and hilarious, and he was your exact opposite. you've still found him funny in your ways. and what do they say, "opposites attract." maybe because of that you are engaged now.

dating him was like a dream. he would help you with chores, pay for dinner, buy whatever you wanted, willingly go out to new places with you and more...

but sometimes you feel guilty when you're living your comfortable life. because you would wonder about john. he was a drug addict after all. the only things you knew about him currently were that he left the band five years ago in the middle of their world tour and released a solo album two years later. where and how was he? what was he doing right now? was he still alive..?

brenda was willing to help you with the wedding organization. helping you to choose your wedding dress and wedding cake, searching places where you'd like to have the wedding. she called you and said that she found new places you'd like. you agreed on meeting at your usual coffee shop. after almost twenty minutes, you both were there. hugging each other like you haven't seen each other yesterday. you both ordered your coffees and sat in a suitable place. she took off photos from her bag and put them all on the table.

''so, i found three new places that you both may like. they are at hotel's but they have excellent views, trust me.'' she showed you the first place which looked like a wineyard. second was just in a high place, and the view wasn't the best. and the final one was the best one for you. you already forgot the past two places. it had a huge oak tree in it, maybe it was over 200 hundred years old.

she started to give you information about each place. but you couldn't help but stare at the magical tree, it looked like from your dreams. but you couldn't marry him there. you didn't want to admit yourself that he wasn't worthy to marry there

''hello?? [name] are you even listening?''

''yeah yeah, i was thinking about the first one.''

''oh really? i thought you were gonna choose the last one.'' you just smiled at her and concentrated on what was she saying.

after sitting there for forty minutes, you said goodbye to each other before going on your ways. when you were close to the bus station, you bumped into a man and he fell. you gasped and immediately kneeled next to him. ''sir, sir are you okay? i apologize, sir? sir!'' the man groaned with his raspy voice and opened his eyes, looking at your face. you were concerned about him, knowing nothing about what to do.

when you looked at his face closer, you realized he looked familiar to you. but where was he from? he was so skinny, his hair was long and greasy, his lips were dry and ooh, those big pretty brown eyes... you would recognize them everywhere and anytime.

"john..?"

he looked at you for a couple of seconds. he then got up and started to walk opposite to you. you too got up and ran after him. "john, john it's me, [name]! don't you remember me?" you tried to grab his arm but he flinched.

"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. can we just talk, please?" you pleaded. he was looking at you strangely. you smiled to yourself. "i wasn't really expecting you to remember me."

"how can i forget you? you're one of the things that didn't fade away from my mind."

you took him to your house to ask and talk with him about million things. but he wasn't looking good. so you decided to heat him soup. his hands were kind of shaking and when he tasted the soup, he finished it within seconds. was he hungry, or just hadn't tasted homemade food for a long time? you were watching him in misery. your eyes suddenly moved to his arms.

"what... what happened to your arms?" your voice was shaking. he looked at his arms. "oh i, got them after my house got burned." you said "sorry" in a quiet tone.

when the atmosphere got comfortable, you asked him your questions in order. choosing careful words to not hurt him.

about forty minutes have passed. "it... it was really nice to see you again [name]." he smiled at you. you smiled at him too "same, goes for me." he

then noticed the pictures of you and your fianceé. "you're married?" he asked.

"i'm engaged. we’re planning to marry in august."

"oh, congratulations then." he smiled at you. but you could feel sadness behind it. "thanks" was the only answer you could say.

"well then, I should get going." he stood and started to walk to the door. you walked behind him and stopped him.

"john," you gently held his arm. making him look at you. "you said yourself that you don't wanna live like this anymore. you're hurting yourself both mentally and physically," you then gently caressed his scars. "i, i don't want you to join the '27 club'. you're too young to waste your life. i'm sure that your old bandmates think about that too. we all don't wanna see dying." you gulped. "let me help you."

his eyes were filled now. he shut them and sobbed. then nodded. he hugged you tightly. your eyes too, got filled. you then hugged him back.

you found a program on a hospital named las encinas and registered him on it. you would visit him there often. and you would bring your record player and a couple of vinyls you both loved. you would sing, dance laugh together. your fiancée, on the other hand, wasn't really happy about you visiting and spending time with him. you would convince him that you were only doing these to make him better.

you also noticed he was healthily gaining weight. that made you happy, to see him getting better and better.

after months, he was finally back from hospital. the guys were joyful to see him healthily again. they asked him to join the band again. he was happy to reunite with them. and they started to record their new album, californication.

you were blissful for him. he deserved to be happy again. you felt like a heavy lift just left your body. no more hunting ghosts, you thought.

oh you were so wrong...

you still loved him. you thought hearts and thoughts faded away but they didn't. it pained you. it pained you because you were engaged to someone else. sure you loved your fiancée, but you loved john more. and maybe the thing you loved about him was his love for you, his caring. after you ended things with john, he was by your side when you needed comfort, a love...

you took a deep breath and shared your thoughts with your fianceé. you didn't understand if he was furious, heartbroken or understanding. he yelled to you while comparing himself with john. telling you that he was better than him. he then sat and started crying silently. then giving you an apologetic smile.

"i always loved you. i always loved your presence. i loved being your 'the true one' but guess i was wrong. i wish you nothing more than happiness. take care of yourself, [name]. and don't forget that i'm always by your side. even if not physically."

you hugged him before apologizing to him and thanking him at the same time. you were glad that you separated your ways in a good way.

one day, john asked you if you two could hang out in his house. you agreed on and went to his house. he then greeted you with a heartwarming smile, inviting you in. bell bottom blues by derek and the dominos was playing on the record player.

he cooked for you lasagna and brought a fine wine. you two sat across from each other and started to talk about each other's life, random things and music. after finishing the dinner, you helped him wash dishes. you two then sat on the couch and started to watch SNL.

then you realized that the record player was still playing. you turned your gaze on it. now it was playing layla. you smiled to yourself and went next to the record player. dancing like you wanted. john chuckled at you and after shutting the TV down, he went next to you. you two were dancing like idiots but who cared? you were having fun.

after the last song, you two sat on the couch again, laughing at each other and resting in comfortable silence. after a couple of minutes, he started to talk. "so july is nearly over." you sighed. "i didn't tell you, did i..?" he shook his head. you turned your gaze at somewhere else.

"we... no, i, broke off the engagement." he looked at you surprised. "why? did he do something?"

"no, i did."

"what did you do then?"

you shut your eyes, and took a deep breath. "i, i love someone else, john. and that someone else is you. i never stopped loving you. even after all the bad things that happened in the past, i just can't help it."

his mouth was wide open, and his cheeks got slightly pink. you didn't want to meet with his gaze, but he gently touched your cheek and turned your head to his.

"i never stopped loving you either. never. i feel myself lucky to have found you in high school, i've loved everything about you from the beginning. and felt myself shitty when i started to ignore you, not trying to understand you, lying to you and even though i didn't, it seemed like i cheated on you. i am deeply sorry for everything.

and i am deeply grateful for your caring. thank you for helping me. i never want things to become like that again. i don't want to lose you, not again. i want you to be on my side like i want to be in yours. can we try again?"

you genuinely smiled at him and nodded. wrapping your arms around his neck while crying. he hugged you back immediately. rubbing your back, telling you that if you keep crying, he will cry too. you laughed and let go of your arms.

he was caressing your cheeks genuinely and connected your foreheads. then connected your lips with his, starting a sensual kiss. a kiss full of sadness, longing and pure love in it.

[rynezion]

ten minutes into my first BG3 playthrough i realised the character i spent 2+ hours in character creator for looks like an aged-up version of Civel

[cowardlycowboys]

What kind of ice cream?

cherry chocolate chip I wanted the cherry in it

[luckykiwiii101]

HOW TO ACTUALLY FEEL FULFILLED

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP

Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl Here. Three little birds sat on my window, and they told me that some of manhattans finest elite, aren’t feeling so…elite.

And i’ll tell you, that you don’t need to worry.

People may give you advice on how to feel fulfilled, but doesn’t mean it will fulfill you.

Because little does your naive self know, that they’re just telling you what makes them feel fulfilled, not what makes you feel fulfilled.

No, I’m not talking about the fulfilment of “Yeah, I’m a God” that lasts 3 minutes. I’m talking about true fulfilment. The one that takes you places. The places you want to be. The long term fulfilment. The unshakeable fulfilment, because you know you are who you want to be.

But firstly, do you understand that your imagination is your real & only reality? If not -> CLICK HERE

Here’s how:

STEP 1: Decide what makes you feel fulfilled.

Is it affirming?

Is it visualising?

Is it scripting?

Is it just simply deciding that you have it?

+ more

Want to know which method of fulfilment is best for you? -> CLICK HERE

STEP 2: Do what fulfills you every time your desire comes to mind. Fulfill yourself until the feeling of desire completely vanishes. You can compare it to your soul feeling some sort of hunger, feed your inner self until you no longer feel the need to. Because you are fulfilled. Fulfill yourself until you know it’s done in imagination.

Not sure what fulfils you?

Try to visualise or affirm or any method you’ve heard of, and whichever one(s) fulfill you, then those are the one(s) for you.

How do I know when i’m 100% fulfilled?

- You aren’t identifying with the 3D

- You aren’t waiting for your 3D to conform AKA being impatient.

- You feel free knowing you have what you want.

- You aren’t trying to get anything in the 3D.

- You think FROM your desire and not OF it.

- You aren’t viewing your desire as a desire, because you acknowledge that you can’t desire something you already have.

- You know that the 4D is realer than the 3D will ever be.

States to NOT occupy:

- State of lack (not accepting your desire in the 4D).

- State of waiting (waiting for the 3D to conform).

- State of failure (believing you’re doing something wrong).

- State of trying (trying to achieve something in the 3D).

REMINDERS!!!

- Mental health comes first

- You don’t have to fulfill yourself when you don’t want to.

- It is impossible for your 3D to not conform, you don’t have to assume that your 3D will conform.

- Your 3D reflects who you are. So give it something new to reflect.

What People Think The State Of The Wish Fulfilled Is:

- Complete bliss and happiness.

- Thinking OF their desire.

What The State Of The Wish Fulfilled actually is:

- Knowing that your desire is YOURS in imagination (4D) and standing FIRM in that FACT.

- The FEELING OF HAVING AND BEING IN IMAGINATION!!! (Whatever feeling you get when you imagine having your desires and fully accept having them).

What is the knowing “feeling”?

Read THIS POST

A thing that a lot of people do is, they’ll affirm “I have everything I want.”

Then they’ll observe the thought, not the FEELING it gives them. The feeling of having. Although the whole point of affirming is to give them the feeling. Automatically putting them in the state of the wish fulfilled.

Relish in that FEELING until you are completely satisfied.

And we all know what satisfaction feels like. Like having a delicious meal and feeling full afterwards. Like taking a nice warm bubble bath on a cold winter night.

So feel satisfied. Fulfilled.

Don’t EVER go back to the undesired state.

Read these short reminders + quotes from people who’ve manifested their dream lives. (It will save your life) —>

[brenwritesss]

Tru Fru part 2

Paige Bueckers x reader

Summary: Paige invites you over to her dorm, allowing the two of you to get to know each other.

(If you want an alternate smut version, let me know! Or if you want a part 3)

(Also sorry for the real late upload, I ended up rotting in bed all day yesterday and never finished the ending to this part)

You stood in front of her door for five minutes, contemplating whether or not you should even be here right now. You had just met this girl twenty minutes ago and she didn’t even second guess having you over at her place. Should that have been a red flag? 

You don’t even know what the two of you would be doing once you were inside. What was there to talk about? Considering you didn’t even know who she was, you doubt there would be much in common. You put your keys into your pocket, allowing you to knock on her door after almost running back down the hall and back into your car. 

You heard someone stumble on the other side of the door, a few voices rising to the surface. You were unaware that she had roommates. You stood there quietly, taking in your last few seconds before the door opened. A girl who wasn’t Paige and was taller than you, looked at you confused. “Hi?”

“Hi, uh Paige invited me over. Is this the right dorm?” You looked back at your phone making sure the room number she gave you matched the room you were at right now. And there were no mistakes.

Her confusion turned into smiles when she said, “Oh, you’re the Tru Fru stealer.”

“Excuse me?”

She broke out into laughter. “Yeah, you kinda dirty for that, not gonna lie.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t steal anything, it’s her fault for not getting there sooner and taking it.”

“And you right,” she moved away from the entrance, allowing you to walk inside. “I’m KK, by the way.”

You smiled at her, turning towards her. “Y/n. I’m assuming you’re on the basketball team too?”

“And a Tru Fru lover. So I better not be seeing you in any Target taking the last bag,” she said in a tone that let you know she was joking.

“So who’s better? You or Paige?”

“Girl, me for real. Trust.” There was something about KK that instantly brightened your mood. You didn’t know how to explain it. 

“Yo KK, down to join me in a new round?” Another girl walked out of a room towards your left. She was wearing a hoodie just like KK, her braids coming down to cover the top of the letters. She held a video game controller as she stopped when she saw you in the middle of their living room.

You gave her a small wave, smiling shyly. “I’m Y/n.”

“You’re Y/n? I’m Ice. Girl you are gorgeous,” she said, complimenting you.

A blush tinted your cheeks and you let out a small laugh, “thank you, that’s so nice. You are so pretty.”

She flipped her hair back with her hand. “Thanks girl.”

“Ay, what y’all doin out here,” Paige’s voice echoed through a small hallway, stopping short when she sees you standing next to KK. Her arms going behind her back, she smiled at you, “I didn’t know if you would actually stop by.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like I had anything better to do,” you joked. “And this bag is too big to keep to myself.” You held up the Tru Fru bag that you two fought over.

Both KK and Ice snickered, obviously knowing what had happened at Target. “You still want to pay up?” You threw her the bag, Paige catching it with ease.

She looked you up and down and that familiar feeling you had felt back in Target resurfaced. Paige was still in that Tru Fru sweatshirt and UConn sweatpants that you had met her in. That hoodie is about to be mine, you thought to yourself.

“Nah, I like having your number more,” she said, making the butterflies in your stomach multiply. 

Ice made a sound, making everyone turn towards her. “Okay Paige coming in with the rizz.”

“Shut the hell up,” Paige scolded, lightly smacking her arm with her free hand.

KK pulled out her phone, “Yo, we finna call Nika and Azzi and show them your mad flirting skills.”

Paige rolled her eyes while you laughed, having no clue who Azzi and Nika were but you assumed they were more of Paige’s teammates. Paige walks towards you, eyes on KK. “You’re not gonna call them and we are gonna go chill in my room.”

Paige grabbed your hand and the action surprised you. Ice gave you and Paige a look that screamed ‘what the fuck’ while KK just continued laughing, typing in her phone.

Paige led you into her room, which was bare compared to yours. Her bed was fit into the corner, a bright purple comforter atop that you just wanted to snuggle into. Her dresser was directly across, a TV and a playstation decorating the top of the dresser. Next to her bed was a nightstand holding a pile of books.

You stood in the middle of the room, not really knowing what to do. “Nice room.”

“Thanks,” she said, more of a whisper. After closing the door behind her, she leaned against it. “Sorry about my teammates, they’re joking.”

“Oh I don’t mind,” you assured her, “my roommate is the same way, so I get it.”

She smiled at you and pointed toward her bed. “You’re chill to sit down.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back and took a seat on her bed. You couldn’t lie, this was incredibly awkward as you both didn’t know what to say. 

Paige sat down next to you, looking at you while opening the Tru Fru bag. “So, what’s your major?”

“Biology. What about you?”

“Oh shit,” she said. “Biology’s cool. I’m majoring in human development, family studies. But I plan to go pro in the league after I graduate.” 

You admired her determination in her answer. Even after only knowing her for an extremely short amount of time, you could tell she was very passionate about basketball. Just like how you were with biology. How you both were willing to do anything to achieve your goals in your careers.

“How long have you been playing?”

Paige adjusted her seating, turning more towards you. And closer to you. “Since I was a kid. You have no idea how many photos my mom has of me in basketball jerseys when I was like seven years old.”

“I don’t think I could ever play a sport like basketball. But hockey,” you continued, “that’s where it’s at.”

Paige raised her eyebrows, your comment earning a chuckle from her. “Really? Hockey?”

You nodded. “Yeah, it’s a hot sport to play.”

“So is basketball not hot?” she asked, popping a piece of Tru Fru into her mouth.

You reached into the bag, grabbing a handful and moving your legs up onto her bed so that your whole body was now on her bed. “It’s hit or miss.”

“Watch me play then that’ll change your mind,” she winked, earning a laugh from you.

“You inviting me to your game?”

“Obviously.”

You both stayed there for a while, eating the fruit. You could feel the tension between you two so you took to looking around her room while you could feel her eyes on you, examining every part of you. “So do you play hockey?” Paige asked you.

You shook your head. ��I wish.”

“You should,” she said as she leaned towards you. Only a few centimeters toward your ear she whispered, “since it’s a hot sport, you’ll fit right in.”

“Well now I have to play,” you whispered back.

Still close to your face, her eyes lingered on your lips then back up to your eyes. “So what do you think?”

“Of?”

“Tru Fru.” She holds the bag in between your faces. You grab it from her, eating some. “It’s actually better than I thought it would be. I can see why you’re so obsessed with it.”

“I’m not obsessed.”

“Explain the merch then,” you said, pointing to her sweatshirt.

“Playing college basketball has its perks,” she whispered once more and gently grabbed your hand. You had a Tru Fru piece in between your fingers that you were about to eat. Paige guided your hand toward her mouth, her lips tickling your fingers as she took the piece from your hand. “Like getting a pretty girl’s number.”

Every part of you melted when she did that with your hand. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that to make me fold.” That was a lie, you were folding right about now.

“Deal.”

There were a few voices outside Paige’s door but the two of you drowned out the sound with the growing tension between the two of you. You smiled at her, biting your lip in the process. Paige’s hand was still wrapped around yours when KK barged into the room.

“Hey Paige, the live wants to say-oh shit,” KK yelled, turning the phone away.

“KK, what the fuck,” Paige shouts, moving away from you in an instant. Ice came in, taking the phone from KK and going into another room.

KK ran up to the two of you. “Y’all I’m so sorry, I thought y’all were chillin’ playing video games or something, not making out.”

You set down the Tru Fru bag. “We weren’t making out. We were talking about hockey.”

Paige looked at you then back at KK. “Why would you go live right now? You do realize they just got a full view of her right?”

“What?” you asked, confused as to what they were talking about.

“Bro, I’m sorry. You know I wouldn’t do it on purpose.” KK looked scared almost. Not at Paige, but of what happened. Or what was going to happen.

You stood up, backing away from Paige and KK. “Can you guys tell me what’s going on?”

Paige itched the back of her neck, scrunching up her nose. “KK was live on instagram and she walked in with the camera pointed at us.”

You shrugged. “That’s not bad. Only a few people were on the live right?”

KK gave you an anxious look. “No yeah, it was only a few,” she trailed off, “thousand.”

You swear your eyes could have popped out from your skull with how wide they grew. “I’m sorry, what?”

KK continued apologizing, “I’m so sorry Y/n, but a few thousand people just saw what looked like you and Paige kissing on live.”

"I'm assuming that's really bad then?" you asked.

Paige walked over to you, looking you in the eyes when she says, "I'll make this up to you with all the Tru Fru you want because this is about to be trending on social media for a bit."

[ae-azile]

Summary: As Chan leaves Big for the day and works his shift, he ponders his priorities and expectations, only to realize how frustrated he really is by them.

[wholoveseggs]

Stains {Part Four}

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Part Four

{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} One meddling Mikaelson, one stubborn heart, and one heated confrontation that leads to surrender...

♡♡ Thank you for all the love for this series!!♡♡

4.9k words - Warnings: slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, smuttttt, possessive!elijah, financial boundary-crossing, a heated argument, a cappuccino & a chocolate chip muffin, lots of aftercare, elijah being vulnerable & bathtub confessions...

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The next day you woke up feeling like hell. Your eyes were puffy and swollen, and your head was pounding. You had cried yourself to sleep, and the emotional turmoil left you feeling exhausted.

Elijah's words, his touch, his scent, were all seared into your mind, and no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn't leave.

You stood in front of your coffee machine in a daze, listening to it brew as you browsed through the news. There was a small article about the charity gala, and your stomach lurched when you saw his face, his arm around the waist of a beautiful woman.

You scowled, closing the app and checking your emails. You had a message from your boss, congratulating everyone on the successful gala, a few spam emails, more than a few food delivery notifications and a message from your landlord.

You ignored the rest, and clicked on the message from your landlord. It was a notice that you had overpaid your rent, and that you didn't have to pay them again until a year from now. You stared at the email, confused. You knew you hadn't overpaid, and yet, the statement said otherwise.

You opened your bank account, and none of the numbers were correct, your maxed out credit card balance was now zero.

Your brows furrowed as you frantically clicked on your recent transactions. Around 3 AM last night someone had transferred an obscene amount of money into your account. You stared at the number, a mixture of shock and anger coursing through you.

He didn't. No fucking way…did he actually...?

You picked up your phone and dialed his number, the anger rising in your chest. It rang a few times, and then he answered, his voice sounding slightly sleepy.

“Hello, darling," he said in his infuriatingly calm tone.

"Did you hack my bank account?" you snapped, not bothering with pleasantries.

"Good morning to you too," he replied, sounding amused.

"Did. You. Hack. My. Account," you growled, each word punctuated by a pause.

"No," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious. "I transferred funds to your bank account."

"How could you!" you exclaimed, your anger spilling over. "Do you have any idea how violating that is?"

"I owed you for the dress," he replied, a note of confusion in his voice. "Why are you upset?"

"Because I don't need or want your money!" you shouted, unable to keep your temper in check. “And this is way more money than what my dress is worth.”

"It was a gift," he said, his voice calm but with an edge of hesitation, as if he were beginning to realize his misstep. "I thought... it would help."

"Well, I don't accept your gifts," you retorted, glaring at the wall, your voice trembling with frustration. "You should’ve asked me first, Elijah. This isn’t your decision to make."

"I apologize," he said, sounding genuinely sorry. "I didn't mean to offend you."

You took a deep breath, trying to rein in your anger. "It's not just that," you said, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "You think money can solve everything. But it doesn't. Not for me. You can't just step into my life and decide what I need without even asking,"

There was a long pause, and for a moment, you wondered if he had hung up. But then he spoke, his voice softer, almost hesitant.

"Then tell me what you need," he said, the simple words hanging in the silence.

"I..." You faltered, unsure how to answer. The truth was, you weren't sure what you needed. Your anger faded, leaving behind a strange hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"I'm sorry," Elijah said again, his voice sincere. "Come over," his voice quieter now, almost uncertain. "We can discuss this in person. Please."

"Absolutely not," you replied, adamant. "All you want is to get in my pants. That's all any of this is about. So, why don't you go back to fucking one of your models, and leave me the hell alone."

There was a stunned silence on the line, and then, "Is that what you think? You think I want to fuck you and then toss you aside?" His tone was incredulous, but there was something raw underneath, something that almost sounded hurt.

"Yes, and if I never see you again, it will be too soon," you retorted, your voice sharp as a blade, ending the call before he could respond.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. The man had absolutely no boundaries. None. Zero. He crossed every line, and invaded every part of your life. This wasn’t just about money. It was about control. And the worst part was, it wasn’t even malicious. Elijah thought he was helping. But that only made it worse. He didn’t see you. Not really. To him, you were just another problem to fix, another line in a ledger he could balance with enough zeroes.

You paced around the room, your mind racing. He had paid off your rent, and your credit card, all of your student loans and the sheer audacity of his actions infuriated you. He didn't even bother asking, just went ahead and did it. For a brief moment, you felt the weight lift, the endless pressure of rent and bills vanishing. But that moment was fleeting... It was a dream come true, but it was a gift wrapped up in thorns.

And that damn kiss. You couldn't forget how it felt, the way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours, the way his body felt pressed against you. Fucking asshole. You were so pissed off, and you could feel tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You tried to distract yourself with chores, cleaning the apartment, washing dishes, washing the floors. You were in the middle of stripping your bed sheets when the intercom buzzed.

You ignored it, knowing exactly who was calling. He kept pressing it, and you could hear his voice through the speaker.

"I brought coffee and an apology," he said, his tone light.

You glared at the speaker, tempted to press the talk button, and just scream at him.

"Cappuccino," he continued. "Extra foam, and a chocolate chip muffin."

You sighed, relenting, and hit the talk button.

"Go the fuck away," you growled, not caring that the neighbors could hear. "It's creepy that you know my coffee order,"

"Well after I wore it on my suit, it wasn't hard to guess," he replied, sounding amused.

"I don't want your coffee, or your apology," you said, crossing your arms.

"That's a shame, because I'm coming up," he said, the intercom beeping as the line disconnected.

"Shit," you muttered, pacing nervously.

You didn't want him in your apartment, and you were tempted to hide. It was childish, but he was just so frustrating and irritating and hot and...

A knock sounded on the door, and you tensed, hoping he would go away. He knocked again, and called out your name.

You cursed under your breath, and walked over, pulling the door open, scowling.

"Get in before the neighbors complain," you grumbled, stepping aside.

He walked into the apartment, his gaze drifting around the room. "You really should get better security for the door, it's a simple fix," he said, setting the bag of food on the counter.

"Yeah, it's terrible, any creep can walk right in," you retorted, closing the door.

"You have a lovely home," he said, his gaze returning to you.

"Uh huh. What do you want?" you asked, glaring at him.

"For you to listen," he replied, taking a step towards you.

“No, I’ve heard enough.” You moved toward the couch, putting space between you. He followed, pulling out the coffee and muffin, setting them in front of you like a peace offering.

“Please, sit,” he said, his voice quieter now. There was no edge to it, no smirk. Reluctantly, you sat down, if only to glare at him from closer range.

“Hurry up, I have a busy day ahead of me,” you lied, snatching the coffee and taking a sip.

“I think you’re a remarkable woman,” he began, his tone unusually earnest. “Strong, driven, resilient. You’ve been fighting so hard for so long, and I…” He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. For once, he looked unsure. “I saw something of myself in you.”

You blinked, the admission catching you off guard. “What are you talking about?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

“I grew up with nothing,” he said, his voice soft. “No safety, no security, no comfort. My siblings and I… we had to fend for ourselves. And we made it out, but with lasting wounds. Wounds I carry still.. and occasionally project on to others,"

He paused, his gaze dropping to his hands, which were clasped tightly in his lap. “I know what it’s like to feel the world is stacked against you. To feel like you’re one wrong step away from losing everything. When I see you struggling, I just… I want to help. Because I’ve been there.”

The vulnerability in his voice was staggering. For the first time, he wasn’t the smug, untouchable Elijah Mikaelson. He was human. Flawed. Relatable.

You wanted to stay angry, but his words tugged at something inside you. “You thought throwing money at me was the answer?” you asked, your tone softer now, though still edged with frustration. "You could have just apologized for being an asshole."

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It wasn’t just about the money. It was about... wanting to ease your burden. To show you that you don’t have to fight alone.”

You stared at him, your emotions swirling. Anger, confusion, and something else; something warmer.

“You’re such an idiot,” you muttered, grabbing the muffin. “And you use way too much gel. Your hair looks like a helmet.”

He blinked, startled, before a low chuckle escaped him. “Is that so?”

You reached up without thinking, running your fingers through his perfectly styled hair and messing it up. “Yes, so stop trying so hard to look perfect.”

He grinned, his hair falling into his eyes, and damn it if it wasn't the most adorable thing you'd ever seen. "Duly noted," he said, his smile widening as you smoothed his hair back.

"Same goes for your ties, they are so damn tight," you mumbled, loosening his tie and unfastening the top button of his shirt. "Are they restricting the blood to your brain? that would explain a lot,"

He chuckled again, his gaze warming. "You're beautiful when you're angry," he murmured, reaching out and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Your breath caught at his touch, and heat pooled between your legs. "Shut up," you said, unable to keep the smile from your lips.

His gaze flicked to your lips, his smirk softening. “Make me,” he said, and the challenge sent a jolt through you.

You didn’t think, didn’t plan, you climbed into his lap, your hands gripping his shoulders, and kissed him. It was different this time. No anger, no heat, no battle. It was slow and languid, and his hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer, the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

You felt the tension in his muscles slowly relax, and the kiss grew deeper, more intense. He nipped at your bottom lip, drawing a low moan from you.

Your hands roamed his chest, tugging on the buttons of his shirt, your nails scratching down his chest as you went. He felt impossibly solid and warm beneath your fingers. He let you undo the shirt, and pulled it off, tossing it aside, and you could see the dark hair scattered across his chest.

You leaned back, and admired his toned physique. You ran your fingers down his torso, and felt his abs flex under your touch.

"Like what you see?" he asked, a note of amusement in his voice.

You flushed, and opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with another kiss and moved his hands up, slowly lifting your shirt. You didn't try to stop him, despite your earlier reservations, you wanted this, and more than that, you wanted him.

He pulled the shirt over your head, and tossed it aside, his gaze lingering on your body. You were suddenly very aware of your plain, cheap bra that was hanging on by a thread. You didn't exactly get dressed that morning expecting anyone to see it, and you flushed, self conscious.

"This garment has seen better days," he said, smirking, his fingertips grazing the fraying lace.

"How dare you, it's a Brioni," you replied, mock outrage in your tone.

His eyes flashed with desire, and his touch became bolder, as his lips left a trail of kisses down your throat.

"I like that sharp tongue of yours," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. "I wonder how long it will take me to turn those quick words into soft moans,"

You shivered, his words sending a jolt of pleasure through you. "Don't make promises you can't keep," you breathed, arching into his touch.

"Oh, I fully intend to keep them," he said, his smirk deepening. He leaned forward, pulling your bra down and capturing a nipple in his mouth.

You gasped, the heat of his mouth making you squirm, your fingers tangling in his hair. He teased and suckled, building the sensation until it was almost too much.

He released the hardened nub, and looked up at you. "Still got any complaints?" he asked, his tone teasing.

You glared at him, but the effect was ruined by the flush of arousal on your cheeks. "No," you said, breathless. "But I have plenty of demands."

For a moment you both stopped, just looking at each other, drinking each other in. Your breathing was labored, and you were trying not to let your mind run away with you, because there was still that nagging thought, that little voice, telling you this was a mistake, that his affection wasn't genuine.

But then he smiled, it was a soft, gentle smile, and your heart lurched in your chest. No one had ever looked at you like that, like you were the only thing that mattered.

All the tension that had been building between you snapped, and your remaining clothes were shed in a frantic tangle of limbs, your hands fumbling with his belt, as he unhooked your bra. The moment you both were completely naked, he lifted you up, carrying you to your bed, and laying you down, his body covering yours.

He was strong, much stronger than you anticipated, and your hands traced over his arms, his biceps firm and muscular, as he propped himself up with his elbows on either side of your head. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you couldn't help but glance down.

"My eyes are up here, darling," he teased, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed, and you smiled at him. "Oh, hush," you said breathlessly.

He lowered his head, his lips ghosting over yours, the light touch making your heart race. Your body was on fire, and every nerve ending was electrified, aching for more. He moved down, trailing kisses down your neck, your collarbone, your breasts, your stomach, and then lower, kissing the inside of your thighs.

He hooked your legs over his shoulders, and licked a slow stripe up your slit, the sensation making you gasp and buck your hips. He gripped your hips, pinning them in place.

"Elijah," you moaned, his name falling from your lips like a plea.

He glanced up at you, and you could see the wicked gleam in his eyes, still arrogant, still smug. "Use that sharp tongue and beg for it," he taunted, dipping down and flicking his tongue over your clit.

You whimpered, your whole body feeling like it was melting into a puddle beneath him, everything around you vanished except his lips and tongue, working magic on your cunt.

"Pl- Please," you stuttered out, your hands clutching at his hair, your eyes closing.

He hummed in response, the sound sending jolts of pleasure through your already sensitive body. His movements quickened, his tongue and lips working in perfect rhythm until your entire body tensed, the release building higher, higher. Until it finally shattered.

You cried out his name, your body arching off the bed as the climax ripped through you, every nerve alight with sensation. His grip on your hips softened as he eased you through it, his mouth slowing but not stopping until you were trembling and spent beneath him.

Elijah pulled back, pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thighs as you tried to catch your breath. Your heart was pounding, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and yet somehow, the sight of him between your legs, his lips glistening with the evidence of your pleasure, sent another wave of heat coursing through you.

You tugged him towards you, pulling him into a desperate, needy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. It was your turn now, and you were determined to make him writhe beneath you.

You broke the kiss, and pushed him down on the bed, a surprised noise escaping him. You straddled him, and kissed him again, this time harder, more insistent. His hands roamed over your body, pulling your hips down and grinding his cock against you. He felt so thick, and you felt a twinge of nerves, a little voice of doubt creeping in.

He sensed your hesitation, and paused, his eyes searching your face, his gaze filled with concern.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone gentle and reassuring. "Do you want to stop?"

You shook your head, a little embarrassed, "No, it's just... never mind,"

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your jaw, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, his gesture so tender and intimate that it made you ache.

"You can tell me, what is it?" he asked, his gaze locking onto yours.

You took a deep breath, pushing away the insecurity. "It's... it's just been a while, and... you're bigger than average and it's intimidating, ok? Now, please, shut up and don't say anything," you blurted out, and then closed your eyes, feeling like a complete idiot.

You didn't see him grin, or the way his gaze softened with affection, but you heard him laugh, low and soft. It made your heart clench in your chest, and your eyes opened, meeting his again.

He leaned in and kissed you, all tender and gentle and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him, kissing him back with everything you had.

"We'll go slow," he said softly, breaking the kiss. "You just say the word, and we can stop," he reassured you, and you nodded, a small smile on your lips.

"I'll hold you to that," you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"I expect nothing less," he smirked, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You kissed him again, letting yourself melt into him, into the moment. All thoughts, all doubts, were banished, and the only thing that mattered was him, his skin against yours, his lips on yours, his hands exploring every inch of you. You lowered yourself down onto his cock, taking him slowly, savoring the feeling of him stretching and filling you. He let you take the lead, his touch gentle, his lips soft.

You began to move, setting a slow, steady pace, your hands on his chest, the muscles firm beneath your fingertips. His hair fell across his forehead, and his lips curved into a small, tender smile as he looked up at you. His eyes were dark with lust, but his smile was warm, and your heart beat wildly in your chest, because there it was again, that same emotion in his eyes that you were so afraid of.

"Don't look at me like that," you said, your voice soft and breathless.

His brow furrowed, confused. "Why not?"

"Because..." you began, and then let out a gasp, as he guided your hips, rolling them in just the right way, the movement hitting a sweet spot inside you.

He smirked, his gaze locked on yours as he repeated the motion, coaxing another soft gasp from your lips, your nails digging into his chest.

"Because what?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

"Because, you're making it impossible for me to hate you," you admitted, the words slipping out.

"Oh darling, you never hated me," he replied, a soft grin on his lips. "You like me, just like I like you."

You blushed, the warmth spreading across your cheeks, and buried your face in the crook of his neck, hiding the flush.

"Shut up," you muttered, your voice muffled against his skin.

He laughed again, and the sound made you melt, the warmth in your chest growing. His hands squeezed your ass, lifting you up and then lowering you back down, thrusting up to meet you. You moaned, the pleasure building again, the friction, the pressure, the intensity sending you over the edge, the heat coiling in your belly and then snapping, sending you spiraling into a second climax, Elijah following you soon after.

The two of you collapsed into the bed, breathless and sweaty, and yet, somehow, utterly content. You turned onto your side, curling up next to him and for the first time since you met, neither of you had anything to say, and so you laid there, quietly holding each other, enjoying the moment.

After a few minutes, he finally spoke, his hand brushing your hair back.

“Stay here," he murmured, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. "I’m going to run us a bath,”

"You don’t have to-" you started, but he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he climbed out of bed.

You watched as he walked naked to the bathroom, your eyes tracing the smooth lines of his back and the strength in his movements. His ass was distractingly perfect, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip, a soft giggle escaping as you buried your face in the pillow. It still felt surreal that only moments ago, that incredible body had been entwined with yours.

A minute later, Elijah appeared in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. His smile was soft, almost shy, and it sent a flicker of warmth through your chest.

"Join me?" he asked, holding his hand out to you.

You stood and took his hand as he led you into the bathroom, the warm, fragrant water drawing you in. You sunk into the tub, the hot water feeling amazing against your skin.

Elijah sat behind you, his legs on either side of yours, and you relaxed back against his chest, sighing contently.

“This is nice," you murmured, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"Yes, it is," he replied, his hands resting on your waist, pulling you closer. "Although this tub is much too small."

You laughed softly, the sound warm in the steamy air. "Not everything has to be extravagant, you know. Sometimes simple is... enough."

He was quiet for a moment, his chin brushing against your temple as he exhaled slowly. "You may be right," he admitted. "Though I can’t say I’m used to the concept."

You turned slightly, glancing back at him with a teasing smile. "Elijah Mikaelson, admitting he doesn’t need everything to be perfect? I should document this moment."

He chuckled, low and rich, his fingers gently tracing patterns along your arm. “I confess when I sent you that invoice for my suit, I knew I was being... unreasonable." He let out a low sigh, his voice softening. "It wasn’t about the suit. It wasn’t even about the money. It was... control. A petty attempt to assert dominance over a situation that, frankly, didn’t warrant it.”

You turned fully now, your gaze meeting his, the steam curling lazily around the both of you. "That’s… surprisingly self-aware of you," you said, a teasing lilt to your voice, though your heart softened at his honesty.

"I am capable of introspection, occasionally," he replied, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He looked thoughtful for a moment, before adding, "I’d endure a thousand ruined suits if it meant having you here, like this."

You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling more content than you had in a long time. "You have me," you murmured, smiling softly.

For a moment, Elijah didn’t respond. He simply held you, his eyes searching yours as though he couldn’t quite believe your words. Then he smiled, wide, genuine, and entirely disarming.

"Good," he said quietly. "Because I don’t intend to let you go."

You laughed softly, settling back against his chest. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as the water lapped gently against your skin. The moment felt suspended in time, the world outside the bathroom fading into a distant memory.

"I think I like you better like this," you teased, tilting your head to glance back at him. "A little less... perfect. A little more human."

He chuckled, the sound warm and low. "You make it sound like I’ve been unapproachable," he said, though his tone carried no real offense.

"You were," you replied with a smirk. "I mean, who sends someone an invoice for a coffee stain? That’s peak villain behavior."

"I'm a bit attached to my clothing, it's something of a personal weakness," he admitted, a wry smile playing on his lips. "But I can admit when I've made a poor decision."

You smiled, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jaw. "Well, for the record, I like the softer, more vulnerable side of you," you murmured.

He tilted your chin up, his eyes searching yours for a moment before his lips brushed against yours in a slow, sensual kiss.

"I like you when there is fire in your eyes, and venom on your tongue," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. "Although, you are allowed to let people take care of you, once in a while,"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Yeah, that's not really my style."

"It could be," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Well, I guess I could try," you said with a playful shrug. "But I'm not letting you pay for everything."

"We'll discuss the terms," he said, his tone light and teasing.

The two of you stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the steam rising around you. The moment felt both achingly tender and deliciously intimate. You never imagined that the man who had been such a thorn in your side would become so central to your happiness, but here, in his arms, you realized that perhaps it was fate that had brought you together.

And that sometimes, the best things in life are the ones you never planned for.

{Part One}{Part Two}{Part Three}

[awwitschuu]

KISS ME THROUGH THE PHONE, BABY!

☆*:.｡ the pro hero red riot finds himself in a hard situation during a night away from you… how will you help him is the question

note from chuu: kiri has been picking at my brain since i saw the leaks and…i needed to scratch this itch. this is from an old fic i posted years ago but revamped <3 i hope you like!

cw: time-skip pro hero! kirishima, phone sex, mutual masturbation, sex toy, f! reader, pet names used (baby, pretty girl, baby boy, dollie), established relationship, slight praise, slight begging. MDNI!! BLANK/ AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED <3

distant overnight missions were always hard for pro hero red riot. he was forced to sleep in a cold, desolate hotel room that lacked the warmth you radiate, forced to sleep on a shitty queen mattress alone without your touch, and more importantly forced to handle his aching hard on. alone.

the clear, flesh light wrapped around kirishima’s cock can only do so much. it just doesn’t feel the same as you do. it can’t pull him in closer and leave deep red marks on his back and shoulders when he hits that sweet spot deep within you, definitely doesn’t whine and mewl his name the way you do. different fluctuations and pitches of his name that push him over the edge, but all he has right now is a poor excuse of “good pussy” and a limp dick.

he can’t help but call you, praying to whatever higher being that you respond and are willing to humor him.

“hello?”

“baby…n-need you…”

need you. it’s hiccuped and groaned, faint squelching in the background telling you the purpose of this call without anything being verbalized. he’s adorable when he gets like this, all clingy and in need of your voice to get off. you can’t help but giggle to yourself.

“hi baby boy, need me?” you greet him with the same softness he’s fallen in love with, a little sultry added to the tone of your voice as you wait for him to tell you his needs.

“i…want you to say my name, it’s r-really pretty when you say it…please” he’s embarrassed, the pro hero red riot is currently on the phone whining to his girlfriend and begging. he feels like a fucking loser but he can’t help himself, his hips bucking into the toy in anticipation.

eijirou leaves your lips multiple times, spaced out and delicate enough to make your boyfriend feel tingly inside. you can hear the slight hitch in his breath and the gentle schlick of the toy on his shaft over and over. you imagine it’s covered in a shiny glimmer of precum, his tip collecting a good amount of it inside the clear toy. god you wish you were there…to see his face flushed and in pure ecstasy, pathetically humping a cheap toy he found online.

“you close, eiji baby?” you ask with a slight impatience. not because you’re rushing him but because you’re getting worked up yourself, rubbing your thighs together and biting the plush of your bottom lip.

“c-can you just touch yourself? i know you want to.” you hum a soft okay, tugging at the pebbled bud imprinting your shirt. he can hear the restraint in your sighs of pleasure, your quietness making his need bubble up again. “angel, what’re you doing? why did you get quite on me.” kirishima groans as he continues to stroke himself off. he needs to hear you, needs to know what naughty things you’re doing while he’s not there. you’re coy at first, telling him you’re pinching and tugging at your nipples and massaging your tits through your old school shirt you sleep in from time to time. “wish it were you, eiji... they’re so s-sensitive, ngh.”

you’re getting whinier and whinier, fully groping your titties as you rub your thighs together for whatever friction that can sooth the growing ache. “i know baby, i bet that pussy is soaked from the way you’re moaning. ah f-fuuuck!” he couldn’t take it anymore, biting the inside of his cheek as he listened to you writhe on the other end, stroking his cock even faster. “keep playing with your tits, angel. you sound fucking gorgeous- shit! so fucking gorgeous!”

you whine in frustration as you tug harder, “e-eiji, wanna play with my pussy…don’t you wanna hear me?” the thought of your delicate mauve, pinkish center oozing juices of your desire put your boyfriend’s stomach in knots. fuck hearing it at this point, he wants to see it, switching the audio call to video as he scrambles to prop his phone up.

you answer and immediately hear the harsh squelching of the faux pussy gliding up and down kirishima’s length, crimson hair disheveled and matted to his sweat kissed forehead as his face twisted and contorted in frustration and pleasure. he was coming undone and at his breaking point, hips stuttering desperately while groans and whimpers escaped him. “play with it for me, dollie. wanna see you fuck yourself nice and pretty. the way i like it.” you put on a show for him, slowly pulling your panties down revealing your soaked cunt. your legs spread and your fingers delve in, your finger rubbing frantic tight circles into your aching clit while the other hand’s middle and ring prod at your hole. fuck you’re gorgeous, glistening folds and puffy lips in full view as you look into the phone camera. “l-like this?” you say sheepishly as your reflection causes waves of heat to radiate your cheeks. you feel embarrassed having yourself spread like this, the way you avoid looking at the camera makes kirishima’s cock twitch.

“there she is, just like that. such a pretty girl, my pretty girl – f-fuck.” he watches your fingers push in and out, the loud squelching of your pussy and your whines making him give in. “this thing ain’t any good, i- shit! n-need you, wanna bounce you on my fucking cock until i’m empty. u-until you’re dizzy, baby please.” bouncing on his cock would be ideal right about now, stuffing you full and being able to feel the desperate throb of his shaft.

a few fast pumps and twists of his wrist was all it took for spurts of hot sticky cum to coat the inside of the clear plush plastic, so much of it that it drips down to his balls. kirishima’s haggard breaths die down as he goes at it again, working himself up with lazy strokes.

“f-fuck, m’close…s-so close.” you hiccup as you squirm against your soft sheets, whining and rapidly rubbing your clit until it finally hits you, a rush of euphoria shooting up your calves. strings of curses and your lover’s name are ripped from you. “m’here angel, right here.”he talks you down with sweet praises, shushing your hiccupy pleas for him to come over and fill you up. “don’t worry your pretty little head, eijirou’s gonna take good care of you once im back from this mission. promise”

☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆thank you for reading! if you enjoyed feel free to like, reblog and or comment! send an ask if you want, i don’t bite :3!

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alfred exposing francis to american culture by showing him the horrors of walmart then taking him on a romantic date to the mcdonalds drive thru

[starlighttsv]

Lego sets - Paige’s daughter

💌 Syn: paige buys lilah some gifts as a reward for getting good grades

»»— warnings: las!paige - i wrote this way before the draft lottery and was to lazy to change the team and teammates

»»— notes: finally finished bringing stuff over from wattpad!! now i just have to bring stuff from here over to wattpad 😔

»»— word count: 1.6k

»»— pair: paige x daughter!oc || lilah bueckers

Paige, Cameron, Rickea, and Rae all went to target today to get some necessities but Paige was also getting a few things for her daughter, as she had done really good on her spelling test and math test so P wanted to give Lilah a little reward. Paige and Lilah always have mama-daughter dates, and most of those date nights are exactly like this: eating take out or cooking together, baking some type of dessert (mostly already made cookie dough) and building legos while watching some game show on Netflix. It's both of their favorite things to do and they always cherish those nights as they don't get to do it a lot during the wnba season and Paige knew Lilahs gonna grow out of it eventually.

"What about Star Wars?" Rae asks holding up the gaint Darth Vader Lego set "we already did it a month ago" P says not even looking at her, focusing on the Lego boxes in front of her "okayyy what about the Eiffel Tower?" "Did it like 3 three weeks ago" "Stitch?" "A few years ago. Did it my fifth year of college." "Flowers" "have done multiple different ones" "alright we give up" Rickea says as she got tired of them all listing things off, just to immediately be shut down by Paige

Paige ignores them as they keep complaining about anything and everything, just looking at the legos trying to find some good ones, that P knows Lilah will love. That's when she sees a Moana set and a Disney Castle set, which is perfect for Lilah. Paige grabs those and put them in the cart that her and Rae are sharing, Cameron and Rickea sharing another cart.

"Finally! Can we go now?" Rae exclaims "No. I need to get a few more things. You guys can go to the front if you want, I'll meet you when I'm done." Paige says trying to make them not be annoyed anymore, as they all have been at the store for almost two hours, getting stuff they all needed or wanted in their houses. All of their feet's are starting to hurt and not mention they all have been stopped by fans like every 5 minutes.

"No, we're not gonna leave you alone when we've been stopped like 100 times already by fans. What else do you need to get? And why was it so important you get legos today?"Cameron cuts in before any of the other girls could "I need to get some cookie dough, tru fru, milk, chicken tenders, mac and cheese, carrots, mixed fruit, and a stuffed animal. And to answer your second question, Lilah got a B+ on her spelling test and a C+ on her math test, so we're gonna have a mama-daughter date night. The legos, Tru fru, and Stuffed animal are her reward and the food is her favorite meal, and we always bake something on m&d nights." Paige tells them "wait she passed? Those were the ones she was struggling with right?" Rickea asked "yeah, I was helping her study words in the locker room." Cameron cuts in before Paige can say anything "yeah she was struggling with those subjects a lot, so that's why I'm giving her a reward. She doesn't know that I know yet, as her teacher told me so it's gonna be a surprise."

"Alright so let's split up, me and cam will go get the cookie dough, milk, tru fru, and chicken tenders. You and Rae go get the stuffed animal, carrots, Mac and cheese, and mixed fruit. We can meet up at the self checkout. What kind of cookie dough and tru fru?" Rickea adds

"Chocolate chip cookie dough and for tru fru, bananas and strawberries." Paige answers making Rickea nod, and start turning around making Paige and Rae start doing the same, heading to where the stuffed animals are. "Hey Paige, wait" Rickea stops and turns around making P and Rae also do that "when you’re getting the stuffed animal, get some mini brands and lol dolls. I know Lil likes that stuff, My treat." Rickea continues "alright. Are you sure?" P asks "yep, I'm positive." Rickea says making Paige nod "ok, Thank you." Paige replies making Rickea nod and turn back around,- both groups going in different directions to get the rest of the stuff.

They all met up like planned and payed for their own stuff, Paige dropped them off at Cameron's apartment as they’re all getting ready together to go to a bar, and Paige took all her store bags home and set up what could be set up, before leaving to go pick lilah up from school. On the drive back to their home P told lilah that there was a surprise waiting for her making her get excited and start asking and guessing what it was. Obviously Paige wouldn't tell her.

When they got home Lilah was rushing Paige to unbuckle her and get her out of the car, at least Lilah still followed those rules when P knew she really wanted to just run to the house. Paige lifted her out of the car and set her on the ground "don't run yet, I need to get a few things from the car alright?" Paige asks her making Lilah immediately pout, Paige has learned to just ignored that though.

P made her way to the trunk and got her bag and lilahs school bag and then shut the trunk, lilah was still bouncing on the heels of her feet "cmon mama, I wanna see the surprise"

"Alright Alright, come here" Paige says chuckling slightly. P picks lilah up and put her on her hip and locks the car with her keys, then started making her way to the elevator to take the two of them to their apartment

Lilah is still trying to guess what it is and has listed the surprise about 4 times but P lied each time and said she was wrong. They make it to their apartment and Paige set Lilah down in front of the door, grabbed the keys out of her pocket - unlocking and opening the door for Lilah, which she immediately runs through.

She looks in the kitchen first and doesn't see anything as P put all the food away when she dropped the bags off, then she goes into the living room. Bingo!

She sees the legos, stuffed animal, lol dolls, and mini brands set up on the table, she sees the blankets and pillows that Paige brought out and put on the couch, and she sees their favorite game show "the circle" loaded up on the tv

"MAMA AND DAUGHTER DAY?!" She yells mispronouncing daughter "yep! You did so good on your math and spelling test, I figured you deserved a reward. Rickea bought you the lol dolls and mini brands though so you’ll need to thank her next time you see her. "

"I will! Thank you mama!" "Your welcome princess! But there is more, for dinner we are gonna have chicken tenders, mac and cheese, mixed fruit, and carrots. For dessert I got chocolate chip cookie dough, and another part of your reward is tru fru." She just squealed and ran up hugging Paige’s legs, P bent down a little and put one of her hands on Lilahs head and the other on her back, trying her best to hug Lilah back with the gaint height difference

"Alright babe, why don't you go get changed into your pjs and we will start dinner once you come back?" "Okay!" Lilah says and then runs off to her room

Paige goes to the kitchen and gets the chicken and mac and cheese out, filling a pot with water and turning the stove on. Once that's done P goes to her room and changes into her green plaid pj pants and a UConn zip up jacket. Walking back into the kitchen Paige sees Lilah wearing her Olaf onesie Azzi bought her so they could match, standing on her foot stool, leaning on the kitchen counter watching the water

"You ready to make dinner?" Paige asks her while walking closer and looking into the pot of water, seeing that it is boiling "yeah!" Paige opens the box of Kraft Mac and cheese and hand it to her  "dump that in the water"

After they made dinner and ate it, they put the leftovers away and got comfortable in the living room, setting blankets and pillows on the floor and making a giant bed/ pillow type thing in front of the living room table

Lilah decided she wanted to open the lol dolls and mini brands now, so while she was doing that Paige opened the Disney castle Legos and started reading the instructions

"Mama look" Lilah said excitedly making Paige look over at her and see her holding a few small food items from the mini brands "wow baby, you’re gonna have your very own pantry soon" that made Lilah giggle a little bit. Once she saw what P was doing Lilah put the other stuff away and pointed to the tv "circle?" Paige asked even though she knew what Lilah wanted, already grabbing the remote and turning on Netflix while she was nodding.

Once the shows turned on they both start working together (pretty much just Paige, while Lilah plays with the legos) to build the Disney castle. Eventually it was built and they cleaned up their mess, laying down on the couch and Lilah laying on Paige’s chest. Paige turned on a Disney movie for Lilah but she fell asleep holding onto Paige’s jacket not even 15 minutes in.

🏷️ @melpthatsme @rebecca-woso @authentic-girl03

[tired-duckling]

Wanna bite? (WBB players x Reader)

Ok I’m so ready to come thru w the prompt I wrote last night hihi: players and you try the “Tabs” chocolate that went viral all over tiktok which is an aphrodisiac. I can’t write smut well rn so pls enjoy some scenarios hehe.

Paige Bueckers: edited

New addition/s: Kate Martin :))

Note: topics related to consent and intimacy, we do NOT have bad miscommunication on here people !!

Paige Bueckers

You came across a tiktok about them, ordered a pack and told Paige about it. She was shocked at first when finding out what exactly was special about the chocolate you ordered, but was excited to try nonetheless. 

Both of you agreed to try it out first, only one of you would have the chocolate. To properly gauge the effects and all. It came after a few days in a little box, you were home when the package arrived so you excitedly opened it up. You read the instructions it came with, it said the recommended amount is half of the bar for an adult and that the effects can be felt around 15-30 minutes after consuming the chocolate. You pulled out your phone to check the time, it read 3:40 pm, Paige is usually back by 4pm these days. As if right on cue, Paige texted you that she was on the way back from practice. Smiling at her text, you replied “Good, because I have a surprise for you when you get home”.

You thought to surprise her with this experience so you gathered some courage and opened the box. You opened a bar, ate half and tossed the other half in the fridge. You kept the box and the other bars before hopping into the shower. “It would take a few minutes till these would affect me anyway”, you thought, unprepared for what it truly felt like in the next minutes.

When Paige got home, she called for you right after shutting the door closed. She heard the shower running so she figured you were in the bathroom. She set her things down before heading into the kitchen, craving a sweet treat. She saw the inconspicuous half eaten bar of chocolate, and thought it was the perfect amount so she munched on it immediately. Unbeknownst to her, you were already feeling the effects of the bar in the shower. 

You breathed in deeply as you started to feel hot, a heat just enveloping your body, it was a different but welcome feeling. You stepped out of the shower quickly, feeling that you might faint from the steam of the hot water along with the building heat from your core. Quickly patting yourself dry with a towel, wrapping another around yourself after. You turned your head towards the door, hearing footsteps, smiling in relief as you opened the door calling for Paige. 

Paige walked into the bedroom, munching on the last bite of the chocolate. She smiles as she sees you at your current state “Hey baby-“, she greeted you before cutting herself off at your widened eyes. “Hey, what’s wrong?”, she asks. You shook your head, trying to calm yourself, “Nothing it’s just- P, did you get that from the fridge baby?”, you ask pointing to the wrapper in her hand. Paige’s brows furrowed as she answered, “Yeah, it tastes good but Tru Fru tastes better. Why? Is there a problem?”. You chuckle, knowing full well about her addiction to Tru Fru before looking up at her as you took the wrapper from her hand, “Do you remember the chocolate I told you about? The one from Tiktok?”. She nodded as she pulled you closer by the waist, “Yeah, the ones that make you horny”, she said with a sly smile. 

You nodded, “Yeah those, they arrived today actually”, you said abashedly. “I ate half of it after texting you and left the other half in the fridge”, you finished as you showed her the logo on the wrapper. Paige’s eyes widened as it clicked on her head, you could tell she was about to panic so you tried to calm her down. “Baby it’s fine, the recommended amount is half a bar so I think we would be fine, hopefully”, you added lowly by the end. 

Paige nodded as she calmed down before looking down to you, “Are you ok though?”, she asks her eyes full of concern. “You mentioned you have taken your half a while ago, meaning you would be feeling the effects right now”, she muttered lowly as she stares into your eyes. Nodding your head quickly as you have been trying to play it cool while explaining to Paige what happened. “It feels weird, but like in a good way?”, you answered in a whisper. Gasps leaving your lips as the throbbing heat in your core gets hotter, Paige’s touch on your body not helping your case either. It makes you want to take the towel off, it was hot, too hot even. Breathing in slightly harder as your grip on Paige’s shirt tightened, feeling the pressured heat reach your abdomen. Paige’s hands, roaming your towel clad body before settling back to your waist. “You ok baby?”, she asks with a small smirk on her face. You hummed yes, looking into her eyes, “Hope you can handle me P”, you say teasingly with a sly smile. Paige’s smirk widens at your words, “Hmm yeah, I might do more than just handle you sweetheart”, before giving you a deep kiss. 

Kate Martin (The muncher)

It is honestly diabolical at this point how addicted she is to seeing how the chocolate affects you. After finishing the first bar, she immediately ordered another box which you scolded her for before letting it go after she pulled out the puppy eyes and pout. 

While trying out the chocolate, you both consumed half each, which honestly with Kate’s stamina and overall want for you made it impossible to have her take a break between rounds. You remembered being awfully sore the whole day after with Kate being the cutest and sweetest partner by showering you with care and attention as she made sure that you had your rest and have eaten well. It was decided by both of you (mostly you), that Kate would not have any more of the chocolate for both of your sanity, and mostly out of concern of your ability to walk. 

Though ever since she saw how needy you were and how pretty you looked as you desperately tried to get any release or touch from her, she knew she was going to have to convince you to try it again.  She meticulously planned, making sure to not annoy you or do anything to frustrate you before popping in a request. 

“Hey so, do you remember those chocolate bars we bought from that Tiktok?”, she asked you as she tried to pull off a nonchalant tone. You raised your brows as you watched her put away the dishes after dinner. “Uhh yeah, I do. Why?”, you asked skeptically.  She wiped her hands on a dish towel before turning to face you, “I was thinking we should try them out again”, she said lowly, shrugging her shoulders as if to say it’s a small request.

You chuckle before clearing your throat, “Baby, we agreed that we wouldn’t try them again-“, she cuts you off. “No, I remember this conversation, we both agreed that I would not have it again”, she said putting her hand up before pointing to you. “Which means you, could still have it”, she finishes with a wink. 

You scoff before realizing, yeah she was right. You both negotiated to also not waste the money spent on the bars that it would only be Kate who would have to abstain from the aphrodisiac. Quickly shaking your head, “But babe, you are called to go to headquarters tomorrow”, you try to reason. Kate shook her head, “Cancelled, had it rescheduled. But if you feel uncomfortable with it, it’s fine-“, you cut her off this time. 

“No! It’s just-“, you paused as you tried to calm yourself down. “I just don’t like the feeling of being out of control of what I’m doing”, you confessed. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do trust you and I know you wouldn’t push for anything I wouldn’t want. But it’s just harder for me to let go of this want to control everything. I really liked our first experience but I can’t lie and say it didn’t slightly freak me out”, you muttered lowly by the end. 

Kate pulled you close to her, pulling you up to sit you down on the kitchen counter. She pulls your face into her hands, her eyes full of concern as she looked into your eyes. “I appreciate the honesty baby, I’m grateful that you trust me and I’m sorry if you felt pressured to have this experience with me once more. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way, I thought you were just hesitant about it because of how sore you were the morning after”, she says in a low voice. “I should have asked you the morning after, how you felt about the experience. I’m sorry baby”, she says in a soft whisper as she caresses your face.

“No, I did like it. It just freaked me out a little that’s all. I actually want to do it again, it’s just-“, you paused once more trying to piece together what you needed. “I think I need you to be more verbal with me when I’m under it”, you say in a low mutter. Kate nodded, understanding what you meant, “Of course, whatever it is you need to be comfortable”, she says before continuing, “So how do you want me to do it? Do you want me to narrate everything I would do, give you instructions?”, she asks further. You tilted your head as you thought about it, “I think both would help, to give me a slight sense of control over what I’m doing”, you say with a small smile. Kate’s eyes brightened once she sees your lips turn upwards slightly. “Of course, princess. Will even give you the best aftercare of your life every time after”, she says dramatically by the end. 

You giggled at her antics resting your arms on her shoulders before leaning down to whisper, “So where did we keep those chocolates again?”. She pulls back a little, “Right now baby? Are you sure”, she asks you, looking into your eyes, her heated gaze trained on you. You nodded before tilting your head once more, “Why? Too tired to handle me today?”, you added with a tease. She scoffs this time, picking you up from off the counter and hauling you over her shoulder making you squeal. “Kate! Put me down, I can walk!”, you exclaimed with a giggle. She chuckles at your words, “We are going to change that real quick baby”, Kate walked towards the bedroom, knowing full well she kept the chocolates in her nightstand.

(genuinely feel like Kate Martin is for the oldest daughter lesbians out there who need to always feel like they have their shit together or are in control, so yeah, sorry if this scenario is too realistic)

Hey guysss, sorry my brain is running out of creative juices so pls forgive me for this slow turn out, I also want to try and improve what i'm publishing because i do feel somewhat disappointed in my work when I know i could do better. Hope you guys enjoy!