#sneak peek snippet

[rhaemaya-valwynn]

Update- Writing Fan-Fics and Real Life Problems.

Hello everyone, I just wanna give an update on whats going on so you don’t think I’ve forgotten the fan-fics I’ve started.

CW: medical problems and near death of my mother

Over the past year I have struggled with medications. I think I’ve probably gone through at least 12 different medications in an attempt to keep me ‘going’ essentially. I have a special condition which makes me horribly depressed and the Doctor’s I’ve been under are at a loss of what to do for me. The last 6 months has basically been them throwing everything and the kitchen sink at me in an attempt to keep me functioning enough to keep working as I needed to make money for medical bills for my type one diabetes, since even having insurance is not enough to truly help with how expensive it is.

It hasn’t worked. Eventually, the side effects of all the medications accumulated to a breaking point in January. I lost the ability to write (literally, my words were jumbled, I would go to write one thing and then look up to see I had typed something COMPLETELY different) and to comprehend what was being told to me. I almost lost the ability to talk because the medication had taken such a severe turn for me. My doctor had me quit cold turkey and STAY cold turkey for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks were HELL. Coming off the medication was a utter nightmare as I had to battle auditory hallucinations and the inability to move as they occurred (almost like a paralysis.)

When the dust finally settled, I felt better then I had in 7 years. People would tell me that I looked so much better, not just how I talked and behaved. While this was a great relief, about a month ago (March 16th to be exact) I came home to find a call from my mom’s friend. She was in the hospital for emergency surgery.

The doctor’s didn’t know what was wrong with her, other then something dealing with her intestines. They wouldn’t know if they could fix it till they cut her open.

Essentially, she either lived or died.

Thankfully she made it, though the doctor’s said she was 2 hours away from dying. She had torn a hole in her stomach and 20ft of her small intestine pushed through and wrapped around her colon, cutting blood flow.

Yeah, it was pretty bad.

We both reevaluated our life styles and realized we needed each other, as I was living alone going through all these medication problems and her just having divorced my father and was living alone when this happened.

Last Easter we both agreed that I would be moving back with her. April 14th I bought a trailer to live in next to her small house and am in the process of trying to move out by April 1st.

I haven’t forgotten my fan-fics (Void Walker and the Naga!Jotaro/ Warm my Soul fic)

I just do not have the time to relax or rest till I’m officially moved out and settled into my new home. I hope you all understand that I’m going to need some time to adjust and recuperate from this last year.

Thank you for reading, as a treat you can have a snippet from ‘Warm my Soul’ that I did have prepared before everything happened.

Warm my Soul- Chapter 2: Study Master Disaster The wildlife in Jotaro's habitat was more diverse and intricate than you had initially imagined. Birds, lizards, frogs, beetles, bats, and all manner of things lived here. It was almost as if they had plucked a chunk of forest up and put it in Washington State. Nothing in here was severely dangerous that might actually harm faculty or Jotaro. Though, now that he had regained his weight and was nearly recovered, most things didn't threaten him anymore as he was a wall of sheer muscle. With nigh unstoppable power, he could genuinely hurt someone if he wanted to.This meant no more interactions like Angela's could happen. If he didn't want you there, you would know, immediately.

Kyoshi had warned you that healthy Nagas were some of the most dangerous Cryptids. Due to their ability to move silently and crush their prey with terrifying strength, coupled with their potent venom strong enough to stop your heart in three minutes flat, these Cryptids ranked high on the danger chart, primarily due to the fact that their species was on the brink of extinction due to poachers and tamers alike. Lucky for you, Jotaro actually liked you, so you figured the chances of him wrapping you up in his nine-meter tail and snuffing out your life while injecting you with venom to be....minimal.

On a happier note, the herd of capybaras that lived in the man-made rainforest were overly friendly and would typically come trotting from their 'sunbathing' spots to greet you every morning. They were always eager for snacks and loved 'scritches.' A word used by the older veterinary assistant Tomoko Higashikata who was typically tasked with giving you the snack buckets on your way in. Jotaro always gave her a weird look if he decided to wait for you at the entrance, though you never pried as there were too many things going on in his life that you didn't need to be privy to everything.

The animals may or may not be nice to you because you had kept bringing your own food previously and feeding them as you went in for Jotaro's care. The veterinarians noticed your little escapades and began offering healthier options for the animals as several of them had 'gained too much weight' from your overzealous act of kindness. The snacks were indeed better and didn't involve banana chips and dried mango slices from the dollar store. Most days you worked, you saw Jotaro, given that he had become responsive to care only from you and you alone.

The how and why is a little bit of a story, but at the end of the day, you were his most trusted caregiver. Most of your work schedule revolved around him now, with Thursdays being all to him and him alone. While some coworkers lamented their jealousy over your closeness to the snake man, you reminded them about Angela and how they shouldn't talk that way. But deep inside, you were glad to have broken the barrier between Jotaro and the world.

To be continued....

[ghost-bxrd]

It never gets easier.

Even now, almost two years later, Dick still finds himself waking from a light doze in a near panic when he can’t recall Jason’s whereabouts.

In his dreams, Jason smiles. Breathless laughter erupting out of him like light from the sun when Dick scoops him up, not understanding the frenzy with which Dick checks him over but submitting to it all the same, confusion giving way to indulgent exasperation regardless of how many times Dick buries his face in the owlet’s hair and cries. Like he doesn’t understand why Dick clings to him like his life depends on it, like he’s just been away for a few minutes to fetch a glass of water and doesn’t get what the fuss is all about about.

And then Dick wakes up, the comforting smell dissipating along with the dream, and Dick wishes he could reach inside his chest and claw the heart right out of it.

— Birds of Terror, Owl Song pt xv sneak peek

[loveandleases]

it’s missing cam hours 😔 i need him biblically. the love and leases demo fed me so good i replayed it sm times for my favs. can’t wait for the next ep <3

I can't possibly have you missing the firecracker. I'll think of something to feed Cammancers.

[tales-of-wocdes]

How would Harvard and Lexia react if MC dropped something and said either f*ck or sh*t in the most innocent voice ever, all cause little innocent MC saw one of the other adults drop something and cursed lol?

(I absolutely love your game, it just sucked me in and I was so engrossed in the story ❤️ can't wait for the next update!)

Thank you! Happy to hear you liked it.

Let's go with sh*t (let's assume MC missed the word in C2). Lets call this one a celebration for a ~100 blog posts.

Thank you for all the interaction :D

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The book drops from your hands and smacks against the white stone underneath.

"Shit." You heard one of the Silver Protectors say it just the other day when they dropped their gauntlet during lunch. You figured it was the thing to say when dropping something.

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Havard:

Havard is there in an instant, picking up the book and kneeling in front of you. He peers into your eyes, and gives a little smile.

"MC, do you remember our talk about bad words?" He asks calmly.

You stare at him. You recall the conversation. What does that have to do with anything? Still, you should probably nod. So you do.

Havard stares at you, as if searching for something. "You have no idea why I am asking about that, do you?" He asks, and you think there is a hint of mirth in his tone.

"No." You say tilting your head. You really have no idea.

Havard smiles at you, just like he always smiles.

"Well, the word you used is one of the bad words. You should not use it." He says.

It is? Why? Bad words are so confusing. What makes a word bad? How are you supposed to know which words are bad?

Havard must see your confusion.

"Don't worry about it. I am sure you will learn in time."

You sure hope so.

"Now please tell me where you heard that word." He is still smiling at you, but it feels a little... scary. You have a feeling that if you tell him, the Silver Protector you heard using the word will be in trouble.

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Lexia:

Lexia saunters over and picks up the book. "Good word kid, but you do know Havard would not like you using it." She says, grinning a bit.

He wouldn't? Why not?

"It's one of those bad words kid. Remember?"

You stare at her. Bad words?.... Oh. You recall the conversation.

"Yeah. So avoid using it, especially in front of Havard. And Ethel. And Alessa." She winks and then frowns a bit. "Uh... kid? You did not learn that word from me did you?"

No it was not her. You did learn a lot of other words from her. Like f*ck! Still, you shake your head.

"Oh good. I don't want another lecture." She beams at you. "Do tell me who you did learn if from?"

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Havard and Lexia:

Havard and Lexia both turn to look at you. Havard glances at Lexia.

"Hey, it wasn't me this time!" She raises her arms. "I think." Havard sighs and comes over to you. He picks up the book and kneels in front of you.

[Pretty much the same as Havard one]

"So... were you telling the truth about where you learned the word from? Come on, tell me." Lexia whispers as Havard leaves the room. "And we should totally follow him. I want to see this. For once his glower is not directed at me!" She sounds gleeful.

Life is so complicated.

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What conversation are they talking about? C3 might have something related to profanity.

[vaultureculture]

October kickstarter update info in the tags <3

[mamawasatesttube]

sneak peek of a fic that will Probably go up tomorrow: kon in the aftermath of a run-in with manchester black, aka "kon has ✨trauma✨ about mind control!"

Manchester Black wanted to make him hurt Tim. Tim, and Lois, and Ma, and John Henry, and Nat, and—

“Kon,” Tim prompts, when it becomes clear that Kon’s getting lost in his head again. Kon latches onto his voice like a drowning man thrown a life preserver amid the stormy waves.

“He,” Kon starts, and has to stop to clear the ice crystals from his throat. Are his eyes too warm? “He said he—he said he’d make me… He wants to make Kal regret—he wants Kal to regret not killing him. He wants—he wants Kal to come back and—and find that he made me k-kill—”

His voice cracks as the memories flash through his mind again, all too vivid. He doesn’t want to remember the way Cassie begged and pleaded him to come back to himself, the way she cried out in pain when he hit her.

“Kon,” Tim murmurs again, his brows drawn together in dismay. His lips press together, a thin, flat line. He sounds pained.

“He knows, Tim,” Kon whispers. He’s known for years that Manchester Black stole all the secrets from Kal’s mind, but he’s never actually faced him, not since that time he sent the Atomic Skull to clobber Kon years ago. And even then, Kon didn’t actually do much. It was all Kal, saving everyone as usual.

Tim’s eyes widen again. “Knows—?”

“He knows everything.” Kon swallows hard against the painful lump in his throat. “He—he said he’d make me kill Lois. And John Henry. And—and Ma.”

Tim sucks in a breath like he’s just been sucker-punched. Kon flinches.

But Tim doesn’t pull away. He actually comes closer, curling over Kon in his hospital bed as though he can shield him from the world with his own body. It’s a little awkward, the way he has to position himself because he doesn’t want to put weight on Kon’s stomach, near the wound, but Kon’s heart lurches in his chest all the same.

“Oh, Kon.” Tim kisses his forehead, understanding and grief in his voice. His face is blank again, like he’s pissed as hell but trying to hide it. Kon wants to cling to him so badly, but he doesn’t dare, not when the memory of that horrible wet crunch is still so close.

“And he—” Kon squeezes his eyes shut. “He made me remember. Like it was happening again. And he laughed. Tim, he… he said he might make me kill you, too, and—and I can’t—”

“Shhh.” Tim cradles him closer as his voice chokes off again, guiding Kon’s face into the crook of his neck. “You won’t hurt me.”

“But I did!” Kon cries, distraught. “I broke your arm! Batman even said, I’m just a weapon grown in a test tube—”

Tim jerks back, his eyes flashing. “He said that?”

Kon bites his lip. “…You didn’t know?”

“I didn’t.” Tim’s breath hisses out between his teeth. He always does that, the slow breath in through his nose, then out through his mouth, when he’s angry and trying not to be. “That isn’t—” He makes a scathing, disparaging noise and shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter. He’s wrong.”

[soulreapin]

“Shut up, this is my story,” Lance barrels on forward, disrupting the quaint atmosphere with his louder-than-life storytelling, “I was on the tube and we were at the Marcy Avenue stop and I was like, a max of three people get on here, so I tune out again.”

“And…?” Hunk prompts, scooping ice into the cup. “Your storytime is running out, Lance, better get to it.”

“I saw the most beautiful person. Like, dark ass hair, he had this scar on his jawline, dressed in leather with his hair braided. I almost threw up.” Lance’s heart clenches just remembering him.

Hunk opens the small mini-fridge beneath the bar for two percent milk, “Did you go up to him?”

“No!” Lance wails, dropping his head onto his arms, “I was going to go up to him after we got off the train since I was sure we both got off at Washington Square but when I got off the train and onto the street he was gone. I even checked the train again! Just to make sure he left!”

“Maybe he moved cars,” Hunk suggests, putting the milk away, “To get away from a freak in jorts who keeps staring at him.”

[lemoncrushh]

Write You A Song - Sneak Peek

COMING SOON...

Summary: Harry Styles is just a regular guy with a regular job. A little dispirited and down on love, he finds comfort in the small things like the moon, his morning coffee, and stopping at the local bodega. When the cute girl who works behind the counter starts to inspire his poetry and songwriting, he soon grasps a new outlook on life, and eventually finds a way to open his heart again.

Based on this request from @fkinavocado.

A/N: This will be a series, though I'm not sure yet how many parts. Probably not a long one though, but definitely more than just a few chapters. This is an AU obviously, with an OC. This will be lhh, sometimes beardrry, sometimes with glasses, sometimes with a man bun :). He also smokes, at least at the beginning, so just wanted to put that out there in case that's a dealbreaker for you. If this sounds like something you'd like to read as I post, please let me know and I'll add you to a taglist.

SNEAK PEEK

Caught up in his own thoughts, he almost didn’t see her until he was at arm’s length. She sat alone at the bus stop, the pitiful light barely giving enough glow for her to read the book in her lap.

He had seen her before. Many times in fact, though he did not know her name. She worked at the bodega near his building, next to the bus stop there. He wondered what she was doing on this side of town. Quickly putting out his cigarette, he approached her.

“Hello,” he said flatly as he took a seat next to her on the bench.

The girl gave a short nod and a mumbled hi before actually looking up from her book. When she did, her eyes blinked, and Harry caught the corners of her mouth curve upwards. “Oh, hey.”

Harry started to open his mouth again when the girl quickly returned to her book. Clearing his throat, Harry shoved his hands into his coat pockets. He considered asking her what she was reading, but decided against it. Some people don’t enjoy small talk, himself included.

Soon, the bus arrived and Harry climbed on after the girl, taking the seat across from her. At this time of night, the buses were fairly empty. He spotted a young couple a few rows ahead, and two more passengers near the back. On evenings like this when he closed the shop, it was rare to see more people than that.

He wondered what the girl was doing out this late. Surely she wasn’t going to the bodega. It was much too dangerous for a young woman to work such hours. Perhaps she was going to visit a friend, or a boyfriend. Or maybe she was returning home from doing so. That was probably it.

Harry pulled out a small notepad he kept in his inside coat pocket, along with a pen. He began to jot down a few words that described the moment, all the while sneaking glances over at the girl. She was still very content reading her book. He was just about to get up the nerve to ask what was so intriguing when the bus came to a halt. Nearly smacking his head against the seat in front of him, he cursed under his breath, returning the pen and notebook to his pocket. Then just as he was about to rise from his seat, the girl grabbed her backpack and stood in the aisle. Harry followed her down the bus steps and onto the curb. When he saw her heading for the bodega, he hurriedly caught up with her.

“You work tonight?” he asked, his words hanging in mid-air like his breath.

“What?” she turned, startled. “Oh. Yeah, I do.”

“That’s not right,” Harry frowned.

“Excuse me?” she chuckled.

“I mean…it’s late...”

“And that’s when the crazies come out?” she finished, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Well…” Harry hesitated. “Yeah. It’s kinda dangerous, don’t you think?”

“It can be,” she sighed. Harry noted the way she shifted her weight to the other hip. “But…I’ve worked here long enough that Manuel trusts me. And I’ve been trained on what to do in dangerous situations.”

Harry couldn’t help but cringe. He didn’t like this one bit. “Is anyone else working with you?”

“Not yet. Manuel leaves when I go in, but Jared comes in at midnight.”

As the girl started again for the store, Harry instinctively walked beside her, grabbing the door before she could.

“Thanks, Harry, for your concern,” she smiled. “But I’m a big girl. I’ll be okay.”

Stepping into the bodega, she made a beeline for the back of the store. Harry heard her call out to Manuel that she had to use the ladies’ really bad, but would be right there. Gazing at the display of Valentine’s cards and heart-shaped candy boxes, Harry groaned.

He thought about sticking around to make sure she was okay, but when he paid for a pack of gum and she still wasn’t back, he decided to leave. He didn’t think loitering was wise with the manager giving him the eye.

When he turned the corner to enter his apartment building, Harry stopped, a notion finally dawning on him. She’d called him Harry. How did she know his name, but he didn’t know hers?

MASTERLIST

[radioapple-heathen]

In honor of loml surpassing 1,000 kudos (and being my first ever fanfic to do so, tysm 🥹), here's the tiniest little snippet from the next chapter which should be up in the next week. Methinks it's time to address Alastor's injury. 👀

[inafieldofdaisies]

Character Inspiration | Deputy Sabrina Donovan

"Bad night?", Mary May leaned against the bar, clearly sensing how off Sabrina felt despite her attempts to hide it, "What did Rookie do this time?" The certainty of the question won a surprised chuckle out of her, "Nothing. Cal's a gem. Just missing... home." Something about how busy the Spread Eagle was that night filled her with nostalgia over the regular late-night outings with her fellow Detectives back in Portland. She could almost imagine twisting her head and meeting Oliver's devilish gaze instead of making eye contact with the tired local that was occupying the seat next to hers and ranting about John Seed being a pain in his ass. It would be just Les complaining Ollie is the biggest pain in his. "Gem?", it was Mary May's turn to laugh, "You sure you mean our Calahan?" "Ouch.", Hartley exclaimed all-too-dramatically as he slid into the vacant chair at the bar and sent a wink towards her, obviously encouraged by the choice of words, "I'd say I'm hurt, but we both know you don't mean it, Mary May." True to their usual banter, an eyeroll followed in response to his flirting, "Make yourself useful, Rookie, and cheer the Deputy up. Would be a shame if we lose her to Oregon, when she's keeping you in check so well."

@socially-awkward-skeleton @aceghosts @imogenkol @cassietrn @purplehairsecretlair

@shellibisshe @direwombat @theelderhazelnut @raresvtm @josephseedismyfather

@josephslittledeputy @strangefable @captastra @derelictheretic @strafethesesinners

@trench-rot @simplegenius042 @voidika @g0dspeeed @carlosoliveiraa

@simonxriley @cloudofbutterflies92 @la-grosse-patate @elligatorrex

@dumbassdep @finding-comfort-in-rain @wrathfulrook

@rhettsabbott @neonshrike @killyourrdarlingss @katsigian

[fallstaticexit]

suggestion if u want, for your story i thought about; if lily ever meet nancy w vanessa, lily makes a comment that makes vanessa jealous, insinuating that lily and nancy did sexual stuff together (lol i just love drama sm)

[ghost-bxrd]

Gordon isn’t the only one who notices. He’s just the start in a chain of very exhausting first meetings that Tim-as-Robin has.

“The fuck is that?” Roy exclaims the second Tim steps through the zeta behind Batman, recoiling from where he’d been arguing with Green Arrow.

By this point Tim isn’t— well, he’s not been accepted, per se. But at least Bruce is no longer actively trying to lose him during patrol. Small mercies.

Green Arrow falls into his seat with a weary groan, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index fingers. And part of Tim wants to geek out, to skip over and pester Green Arrow with all the questions that had accumulated over the years. Like, where did you learn to use a bow like that? Does he use gadgets to correct the trajectory so he never misses a hit? So many questions. But Tim will ask none of them.

“That’s Robin, kid. You know him.”

Roy squints at him, lips curling. And there’s a zero chance probability that the other boy even marginally bought that.

— Owl Song pt xiii sneak peek

[conkers-thecosy]

"Backs To The Wall" - Sneak Peek: Chapter 25

The hobbit didn’t notice him, his attention seemed to be on two, quite large and heavy looking books, and a couple of plain tea towels he was folding quite carefully. Beside whatever he was poring over was a half eaten plate of breakfast and a cup and pot of gently steaming tea. The fact that he had put food aside meant that whatever he was looking at was extremely important, a thought that caused a small smile to tug at the corner of the dwarf’s mouth. He ran his hands awkwardly down the front of his shirt, took a breath, and began walking again. Thorin opened his mouth to call out a greeting, Bilbo still too absorbed in whatever he was doing that he hadn’t seen or heard him yet, but was interrupted by another voice that he himself had been too captivated to notice. “G’mornin’ Mister Thorin,” said John pleasantly, standing behind the bar, eyes twinkling merrily in a way far too reminiscent of Balin when he’d caught Thorin doing something a little foolish.  “Thorin!” Bilbo cried, now sitting up and looking directly at him with surprised eyes and a big smile. “Good morning!”

Next updating: 10th May - 6pm BST (London)

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[the-bar-sinister]

He watched as Zoro glanced over at the others. "Well, captain, I guess I wouldn't be thrilled if you decided you wanted us to sail under another man's flag." "Would you leave?" Luffy was gripped with a sudden terrible panic that Zoro's soft look and little shake of his head immediately assuaged. "Never." Two years ago, in the first few months when they had met, Luffy was sure that the answer would have been 'yes'. He let go of Zoro's hand and twined his arms around his arm in a curling spiral instead, walking as close to him as possible. They were quiet together for a moment, bathed in the last warm rays of twilight and the soft chatter of the rest of the Straw Hats, and the former Heart Pirates and Doflamingo– all of them surrounded by the greater, distant noise of the crowd and Uta's song. When Luffy had been little, talking with Ace and Sabo about how they'd all be pirate captains, he didn't really understand what that meant, or why it meant that the three of them couldn't sail together. It had been Zoro who taught Luffy what being a captain meant. He still wasn't sure that he understood it. Or maybe it was more that there was a part of him that didn't quite like the answer. Pride. Pride and rank. It made him think of the marines.  And he hated it.

-WIP sneak peek: Deicide: Red Shift chapter 15 (upcoming).

[ksbbb]

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves

Paint the Town Red🩸

“He’s angry. Has a bit of a temper.” Nolan comments, trying to sound helpful and giving as much insight as he can.

“He’s a werewolf though?” Theo sounds so damn ridiculous. He has to ask but he hates appearing like he’s clueless.

“He wasn’t a werewolf then. I can only imagine he’s a new type of monster.” Mason retorts, the pain in his eyes evident, and——-ah. There it is.

Mason misses his little childhood friend.

“He’s quite an interesting guy.” Theo smirks, happy to be gaining some progress with them and loving the details they’re divulging.

“I don’t know what you’re planning, but save it. You’ll only be beaten by Scott again.” Mason ruefully smiles, and he slams the door, locking it behind him.

Theo’s not planning anything this time. He’s bored and he needs the leg up to get some quiet. Even with nothing planned, he’s still always watching his back, fearing the worst, and waiting to be sent back to hell.

It’s fine. Not really, but maybe it never was, because when he turns to head back to his truck, Liam’s in it. He’s staring back at him and calmly licking his lips.

Tagging @wolfboy88 @thiamsxbitch @mmoosen @maplesyrizzup @honestlydarkprincess @theoceanismyinkwell @chasing-chimeras

[lokischocolatefountain]

Men Like Me Ch. 2 Sneak Peak

You guys, I’m at 6.9k and the smut has only just begun. Pray for me and my hopes to post at least this weekend. And thank you all for the reception for chapter 1. I truly didn’t expect it ❤️. Please take this unedited snippet of chapter 2 as my thank you

“Why were you coming in my panties then if I didn't measure up? ”

“I won’t do it ag—” he groaned when you grabbed his cock through his pants. He let out a low grunt, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his neck as he swallowed. You replaced your index finger with your thumb, tracing his trembling lips as you lazily stroked his cock with your other thumb.

He filled your whole hand and there was still more. It took everything in you to not moan at the sheer size of him. To not grind your belly against it to feel it against you. You didn’t know how big it was supposed to be, but the romance novels you read always described the big ones as more desirable.

“I don’t want to hear excuses. I asked why. Why did you steal my panties, Joel Miller?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you come on it? Don’t fucking lie to me cause I can fucking smell you on it.”

“I did. I jerked off with it.” You had to choke back a moan at that. No, you had to be strong. Show him you could take the upper hand just like he did with you. You weren’t a little girl with a crush. You were a woman and you could have this effect on a grown man. You refused to be discounted with a pat on your pussy no matter how much you wanted him to touch you like that again.

“And that’s enough to get you going. Just a pair of my panties.”

“Mhmm.”

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Edit: Chapter 2 here

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