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you know what makes me go absolutely feral??
when Muse A is injured, and scared, and won’t let anyone else check them out… just fights them all off / shrinks away, even though they’re really badly hurt and need medical attention. and then Muse B — the only person they trust — approaches them, and gently talks them down and calms them down. holds their hand while they get checked out. let’s them squeeze it when it hurts. keeps them relaxed enough to them to get their injuries tended to
* chef’s kiss *
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so I need a ‘you’re a person of high wealth/status and I legally married you at a courthouse the night before your wedding because you found out your fiancé is trying to dupe you and your family out of money/ruin your reputation as a revenge plot because of an old family rivalry and they’re not legally entitled to your assets if you’re already legally married to someone else and you agreed to pay me a high sum of money for this and I have a lot of debt so I didn’t pass up the deal but then your ex hits back at you in the media and we have to keep up the charade of being married and you agree to keep paying me money for it but oops I think I might be enjoying more than just the money and oops you’re starting to grow fond of me and this wasn’t part of the deal shit fuck’ plot please and thank you
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this blog doesn’t spark joy anymore, so i’m retiring it. only reaching out to a select few with my new blog.
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“What else am I supposed to say, exactly? I just figured that I could start with hi... and then go from there.”
send 🗣 for a generated starter. ♡ @stcygcld
“you’ve been gone for so long and all you have to say is ‘hi’?”
#chats:clayton darcy#with:octavia walsh#i do love rebecca... and i loved her with chace in blood & oil
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She enjoyed the way he looked at her, how he was playing along and was just the same tease. It gave her more confidence that was definitively needed, because maybe it wasn’t showing but she felt absolutely nervous to even kiss him, let alone take steps further. Juno felt his bulge pressing firmly against her covered warmth, it even made her let out a shaky sigh. He was tender, slow with her, taking his sweet time and making her appreciate it a lot. A single giggle fell from her lips as her dress was pulled over her head, blinding her there for a short moment before she got to look down at him once more. And the way he looked at her sent a jolt of excitement down her spine.
“Hmm… I will let you know if any other celebrity I interview invites me over for a brunch.”Juno murmured with a teasing chuckle while humming softly at the feel of his large hands rubbing along her thighs. Upon his request, Juno grinned from ear to ear and cupped his face as she leaned in to kiss him. And she made it deep, passionate, her body pressing against his and her hips grinding against his covered hard on. She didn’t break away from the kiss as her hands trailed down his chest and grabbed onto the hem of his shirt, carefully tugging it up, her intentions with it clear.
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Jacob could not hide the rather wide grin that was plastered across his lips while he pulled Juno’s dress off of her, though seeing what she was wearing under only made him bite down on his lip. “I take it it’s not something that most of my fellow famous folks do...?” He retorted. “Those obnoxious bastards. They don’t know how to treat a lady right, especially when she’s a well-prepared, and respective journalist. Do they understand how rare those are?” He was enjoying the way she was teasing him, even though he never would have expected her to be such a tease. Surely, he had noticed just how nervous Juno had been when they were downstairs in his studio. But it was starting to seem as though a switch has flipped when they made it up to his bedroom, and this was a whole other Juno who was straddling him in her lacy lingerie. Needless to say, she wanted to get to know her a whole lot more.
When she kissed him, he returned her kiss with so much passion, moaning against her lips when she began to grind against his hard on. “Fucking hell, Ms. Atkins. You are so fucking hot.” He whispered when he pulled away momentarily to pull of his shirt, though his lips returned to their place against hers as soon as he tossed it away. His hands continued to rubs along her thighs before they reached over to squeeze her lace-clad ass. Jacob broke away from the kiss a moment later to catch his breath, his eyes filled with lust and his lips curling into a smirk. “Now I’m no doctor, love. But I do play one on TV. Now I’m having some difficulty breathing too, so I think it’s about time I removed my jeans. Would you mind?”
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“Oh come on, Lauren, worse things were done in these hallways.”he said with a chuckle, of course he didn’t take offense to her words, they were best friends and worked together for a long time now, if anyone was going to be honest and speaking facts, it was them. “Plus, you know I’m totally winning that bet. And Lisa is cool with it, it’s fun for her, and you know how down people get when they are hospitalized for more than they’d like.”he pointed out while eating at his pudding. He rose his brow curiously when she mentioned what she’s been looking up, and he stopped eating with the spoon hanging from his mouth when she mentioned thinking about going back to school. “Why?”he asked and caught the spoon that fell out of his mouth as he opened them to speak. “I mean, I know why, but aren’t you tired of studying?”he asked. “Dumb question, you’re obviously a nerd. Alright, do tell, what did you find?”
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“I know, I know...I’m sorry. It’s just that... I don’t understand how you manage to make something as stressful as an MRI fun.” Lauren chuckled softly, and shook her head as she peeled off the lid on the pudding cup. “You just have that natural talent, and I’m just being very jealous of you right now.” She admitted as she took a bite of her pudding, watching as he almost dropped his spoon. “Because...” She paused, biting down on her bottom lip as she tried to find the right words to say. Perhaps she should have discussed this with her best friend a lot sooner, but she wasn’t sure if Sam would understand the light of the situation that she was in. “It’s not about the studying Sam, it’s about what I’ve been making here. I’m a nerd, yes. But that’s not the only reason why I want to do this. I get paid shit, and if I went back to school and became a nurse practitioner, I can expect a better salary.” She explained. “I should have told you sooner, but... I feel like I’m not doing enough and I want to do more. I want to be able to run the whole nursing department, Sam. I applied to the nurse practitioner program here, because I can’t get myself to leave this hospital. But there’s also no guarantee that I would get in so... I was just looking for some other options, in case I don’t get in.”
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jaw clenching, zelda has to wonder if he’s aware of how frustrating he’s being or if being an asshole simply comes naturally. “actually, you sort of do. whether you like it or not, i’m apparently going to be your wife soon enough and i could make your life very difficult if i wanted to.” which, right now, she definitely does. at this point, he’s practically asking for it. “god, you are so insulting — not to mention selfish. i would support you in your duties if i agreed with the decisions you were making. if i didn’t, then i would tell you as much. that isn’t being a terrible queen, your highness, that’s being honest. wanting to marry someone who would never disagree with you makes you more of a tyrant than a king.”
“If you wanted to?” Andrea repeated Zelda’s words with a raised eyebrow, and he crossed his arms against his chest while his lips curled into a smirk. “And how exactly do you plan on making my life very difficult?” He challenged them, clearly amused. In his mind, she was definitely not fit to be his queen, considering that she did seem to have a ounce of obedience in her. But that did not mean that he completely despised her. She was always hitting the wrong nerve with him, and he tried to do the same just to get back at her. “If you call wanting to serve my subjects with a wife who also has their best interests at heart selfish, then so be it. But you seem like someone who would disagree with my opinions whether they were good or if they were bad just because you seem to hate me so much. What guarantee do I have that you wouldn’t abuse your power as queen to hurt my subjects just to get to me? If I’m the tyrant for wanting to protect them, then what does that make you?”
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“we can. though i have to say, you might want to start working on your poker face. the eye rolls and constant sighs each time i speak don’t exactly scream that you’re in love with me.” oh, if somebody had told them that one day, they would be so much as implying that dominic johnson felt anything other than contempt towards them, they would’ve laughed in the poor soul’s face. “right… sounds good.” it says a lot about her priorities when he’s busy thinking about packing — preparing — while she’s more concerned with the fact that this time tomorrow, they’ll be on their way to their new ( albeit temporary ) home. together. shit, they’ll be lucky if they both make it through the plane ride without starting an argument. “better enjoy our last few hours of freedom while we can, i suppose.”
“You don’t have to worry about my poker face. I’m quite good at keeping my cover.” Dominic knew that even pretending to be in love with Sophia Liu would prove to be a hard task, but not one that he was willing to walk away from. He had a job to do, so he would do what it took to stick with the role. “Besides, I don’t have to make anyone believe that I’m in love with you. I just have to make them believe that I’m in love with the character you’re playing, someone who’s definitely not you. I could also tell you the same thing though. If you’re going to scoff at me every time I open your mouth, no one would believe that you’re in love with me either. Better work on that.” He remarked, and shot them a wink as he rose from his seat. “You say it like you don’t enjoy being undercover...”
#chats:dominic johnson#with:sophia liu#ship:dominic & sophia#this mission would not be easy on them... not at all!
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Tud watched her with a fond smile. He was so lucky to call Amelia his wife. She could always brighten his day with just her smile. And her laugh - well that was a bonus. “I’m sure we will. Maybe when El comes of age it will change things. But until then, I’m not going to worry about it anymore.”
“Your cortisol levels must be impeccable then.” he chuckled at her wink. “Oh, I’m well aware of your preferred forms of cardio, my love,” he murmured before he kissed her. “It has been a blessing in so many ways,” he agreed. “Oh, I’m certain we have the village we need. I mean veronica and Jamie alone, but add in Daisy, El, and Took. Our children will be so very loved and looked after.”
“I’ve only ever been concerned with one woman’s cervix,” he shot back. Tud’s smile widened when she said she would get someone to cover, turning absolutely devilish when she mentioned not being able to walk. “I just like to be thorough in my love making, darling. You know, every effort to give us that baby we’re dying to have.” He took a moment to admire his wife. They’d been together for over twenty years and he still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and he told her as much. “You are so beautiful, my love. No one can compare to you.”
“Only the best for my wife,” he smirked at her. His blood rushed south at the sight of her on all fours. He kicked off his shoes and shed his pants and boxers, maintaining eye contact with Millie as she played with herself. “That’s right baby, get yourself nice and wet for me. He reached down to stroke his cock as he stalked towards her, bringing it close to her lips. “Open up, darling. Get my cock nice and wet so I can bury myself inside of you and give you that baby you want so bad.”
Ever since she was a little girl, Amelia had imagined being married to Tudor Hartland. She had known even then, that he would be the perfect man for. She hadn’t been wrong about that. He had been the husband of her dreams, and that was all the more reason for her to want to have children with him. “I’ve got to admit, there is a part of me that cannot wait for El to come of age and take her rightful place on the board. She’s as fiesty as all of us combined, and I’m sure she’ll run Finnegan off of the board if she tried.” She knew that Archibald Hartland had always intended for Hartland’s Haven to remain among family, which was why he had left Maxwell in charge. After Maxwell’s time, it would be Tud and Jamie’s turn, and Millie hoped that their children would follow.
“I’ve always recommended exercise during pregnancy to keep my patients’ cortisol levels in check and get the seratonin going. It’d be a disappointment if I didn’t practice what I preach, wouldn’t it?” She remarked, returning his kiss. “I do love my seratonin, you know? Among other happy chemicals in my body...” Perhaps it was all of the sex that they were having lately, but Millie was just so happy all the time. Not stressed at all even at work, and she hoped that it would help her get pregnant. She had already completed the fertility treatments, and all that was left to do was the deed itself. “You’re lucky I love you, Tud.” She was willing to accept his thoroughness and the following soreness just because she loved this man with her whole heart, and there was nothing more in this world that she wanted than to have his baby.
“And I’ve always been lucky to have you as my husband.” She added with a wink, her fingers continuing to pinch and rub firm circles around her wet and swollen clit, but careful not to let herself reach climax just yet. No, that was for them to do together to increase the chances of pregnancy. “I’m all wet for you, baby. All for you to fill me up.” She let out another moan as she watched him undress, her eyes growing wide upon the sight of his erection. She was already thinking of him shoving his cock into her mouth when he stalked towards her, as though he had just read her mind. “Fuck...” Her eyes were on him while she took his cock in her mouth, bopping her head as she sucked. Not wanting him to blow his load right in her mouth, she pulled back just as quickly. Her hand left her clit and made its way to stroke his cock, getting him nice and wet with her saliva and the wetness from her pussy. “All set. Now don’t make me wait any longer, and put that baby in me.”
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Aurora had no idea how much of that night Jacob remembered. He had never brought up any of it to her in the times that they’d hung out since. Part of her was hoping that he’d just forgotten all of the embarrassing rambles she’d had. But somehow she didn’t think she was that lucky. It was much more likely he was gracious enough not to embarrass her by bringing any of it up.
Jacob began swaying and Aurora couldn’t help the broad smile that crossed her face as she looped her arm behind his shoulder, moving a little bit closer so she was almost pressed against him. She started to nod her agreement that her brother’s wedding was better when he brought up being sick in bed with the flu. So he did remember. Well that answered that question. Her cheeks burned and she tucked her face against his shoulder to avoid eye contact. “I’d hoped you’d forgotten about that little factoid,” she murmured. But he hadn’t and he was here, making eleven year old Aurora’s dream come true, and that had to count for something right. But she wanted to be sure that it was clear that she wanted him and not James Hartland. Over the past few weeks she’d grown quite fond of him - the real him. “You know, eleven year old Aurora is living at the idea of dancing with James Hartland, but I have to admit, grown up Aurora is very glad to be dancing with Jake from Notting HIll. He is way better than some hunky tv doctor,” she told him with a cheeky smile. “More real,” she added, almost to herself. She nodded when he asked about Fi and Micah’s wedding. “I will indeed. I’ll be reprising my role as maid of honor,” she told him proudly. The fact that both Fi and Isha had trusted her with that honor meant the world to her. “Are you going to be there as well?” she asked, wondering if she sounded as hopeful as she thought she did. She knew it was a likely yes, Jake was even closer to Micah than he was to Tommy, and the prospect of knowing for sure that she’d be seeing him after this summer made her a bit giddy.
If there was one thing that Jacob had learned during his two decades of being famous, it was that he should never embarrass his fans, regardless of what they might have done. His parents had always taught him to be as gracious as could be, and he held onto that until now. He knew that being in his presence must be quite important to his fans, so the last thing he would ever do is make them feel embarrassed. That certainly included Aurora, who was not just a fan of his but also his friend now, and she had certainly had some embarrassing moments that the actor hoped to look past.
As they swayed along to the music, there was a smile on the actor’s lips that he could not hide. “How could I forgot it? I had always been under the impression that the wee little medical drama I did back across the pond was quite unknown here in America, but you told me otherwise.” He pointed out. He didn’t think that anyone knew him from Hartland’s Haven, or even cared enough about him to look into it. But Aurora had been an exception, and because she was someone who saw him for what he had always considered his best work, he wanted to make sure she knew how much it meant to him. “Whether you choose to see this as eleven year old Aurora dancing with James Hartland, or grown up Aurora dancing with Jake from Notting Hill, I’m glad you’re enjoying it.” He told her before he shot her a wink. “Even without the Disney prince hair? I’d be sure to mention that to my beloved co-stars. They never seem to let me live down that hairstyle, even after all these years.” God, he hoped he could tel her that James Hartland was coming back. Every moment he got to spend with Aurora that summer, he had fought the urge to tell her. But there was a part of himself that wanted to be there when she did find out along with the rest of the world. Perhaps he might be, considering that the episode was meant to air just around the time of the wedding. “Oh that’s wonderful. I’ll be heading to London next week to start filming for my next show, and I’ll be based there for the next few months. Ireland’s not that far, you see. Plus, Micah’s asked me to be his best man, so I guess that means we’ll be walking down the aisle together.”
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He couldn’t help but chuckle at her passionate defense of Europe. “I have nothing against Europe, Jia May. And as an adult I appreciate the history and the culture and definitely the food, but as an eleven year old boy if that history didn’t involve swords I was not interested.” She seemed surprised he’d read her book so closely. “Thoroughly. Twice actually before I took you on. But that was mainly because I was so enthralled the first time, I forgot I was supposed to be critical,” he told her sincerely. Fletch’s cheeks heated up when she asked about his favorite romcom. “Sabrina, but the 1995 version with Harrison Ford. Not the Bogey one.”
The twinkle in her eye and her little giggle had Fletch’s heart racing. She was adorable, and he wanted to keep her giggling as often as possible. He also made a mental note to find out what brand of ink cartridges she preferred so he could get her some as a present.
His smile was soft when she told him she would always feel comfortable with him. He was incredibly glad. He had striven to always be a gentleman in all aspects of his life, and with a woman he thought of as highly as he did Jia May it was of the utmost importance. He’d been nervous the first few times they’d had late night meetings, not wanting there to be even a hint of something untoward. So knowing that she had always felt comfortable with him was quite a gift. “You absolutely deserve to be treated as the beautiful, amazing, brilliant woman you are.” His breath caught for a moment in his chest before a wide smile spread across his lips. “And I would like nothing more than to be that man for you,” he assured her. Lifting their intertwined hands, he brushed a kiss over her knuckles. “Jia May, may I take you out on a date sometime?” he asked with a shy smile. She deserved to be asked out properly.
“Fair enough.” Jia May accepted his rebuttal with a rather cheeky grin. “Funny. You never actually striked me as a kid who was into swords, but I guess I was wrong.” Now that he had mentioned it, she could definitely imagine Fletch as a little boy, playing around with a wooden sword. But when he spoke of his experience reading her manuscript, she could not help but let out a soft giggle. “Well, I’m flattered... but I also appreciate the critiques you left me after that second time. It really helped me out in the end, you know?” She could not deny that she had an eye when it came to editing, and it made her wonder why he had chosen to be an agent instead of an editor. He would have been good at it, even though the editors who worked for his company were just as good. “It’s the one with Julia Ormond, right? The one where she starts out with big round glasses and bushy hair, and then in the end she has a fabulous haircut and a killer wardrobe? Definitely one of my faves. I think I aspired to have that kind of transformation when I was a little girl, hoped that I could get my crush to notice me... but that never happened. I didn’t have anyone who was willing to send me off to Paris to discover myself, and I certainly couldn’t afford it. But it’s all good, because I think I turned out just fine.”
Actually, things had turned out more than just fine. While her childhood crush had never noticed her, Jia May’s current crush had just told her that the feeling was indeed mutual. Once again, she blushed even harder upon hearing his compliment, if that was even possible. But she could not get herself to look away from him, not when she wanted to see his reaction to what she had just told him. “I... I think I’d like that. I mean, I’d love that actually.” She told him with a rather wide grin plastered across her lips. “But are you sure, Fletch? Are you sure we’re not on a date right now? You gave me flowers, and got champagne... and you seem to have chosen a restaurant with the most romantic view of the city. I'm not completely clueless, you know? Isn’t this technically... a date?”
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Annabelle did have a wonderful childhood. Up until her parents’ divorce that is. After that, it wasn’t a bad childhood but she had certainly lost her rose colored glasses. Perhaps that was why she was so found of a pink accent piece from time to time. “I did,” she agreed, not wanting to delve into the family trauma with her client. “I would say supportive is a bit of a stretch,” she laughed. “My dad was engineer and my mom was a lawyer and I was definitely expected to follow in one or both of their footsteps. I was informed of the joys of patent law from a young age. Dad was okay with it, even if he was a bit confused. Mom was… less okay with it… but she didn’t really care enough to try and convince me otherwise,” she admitted, with a small frown. Her relationship with her mother was tenuous at best and nonexistent at worst. Her mother’s cold clinical penthouse she lived in was a large part of the reason Annabelle went into interior design. She didn’t want any one to live in such beautiful spaces and feel completely out of place. Everyone deserved to feel at home.
“Well there’s dining room chairs and bar stools for the kitchen that I wouldn’t mind your input on. I have a few ideas I can have them pull or we can walk around a bit and you can see if anything strikes your fancy, now that you’ve gotten a taste of what furniture shopping’s all about. But, we can also call it. totally up to you.”
Hearing that Annabelle’s mother was a lawyer made Clayton realize that the two of them had a lot more in common that he had realized. It made sense that her mother had been less okay his her career choice in comparison to her father. “Take it from the guy who has a lawyer from a parent. My dad always wanted Kit and I to have a career in something that he considered... a lot more stable, so to speak. I’m glad your mother wasn’t like that with you though.” He stated, a genuine smile still plastered across his lips. “Is it just you in your family? Do you have any siblings?”
“I mean, considering that I don’t really cook or eat at home, I wouldn’t be so worried about any of those. I just spend most of the time I’m home on the couch, catching up on work, so as long as the couch is comfortable... which it is, I think I’ll just leave the rest to you.” Clearly, he was still feeling overwhelmbed by all of this. “Do you mind if we call it? I still feel completely out of my depth here.”
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“I remember. I have a lot of questions for anyone who does like candy corn. And even more for whoever invented it. I think those will be cute.” He loved hearing about her work, all of the creative concoctions she came up with. “Hmm, handy. Pumpkin pie on the go? Nothing wrong with that. I’m never going to say no to being your taste tester. Especially for something as yummy as that.”
“I think that we’ll have to agree to disagree, my love. Your luck or mine, I’m grateful that the universe brought you back to me. I love you so much, Ellie. You’re welcome. I always want to take care of you,“ he told her, thumb idly brushing over her ring finger for just a moment, thinking for a fleeting moment about being able to call El his wife. He knew that it would happen someday and it thrilled him, but for now he was content. He had her and that’s all that mattered. “Thank you for letting me,” he added, pressing another kiss to her knuckles. this time. “You are the best thing in my life, Ellie. And I hope you know how precious you are to me.”
“That makes two of us.” Eleanor agreed with her boyfriend’s words with a nod. “But unfortunately, as a business owner, I also have to cater to the people who like candy corn. There’s why I’m doing these cupcakes.” She explained with a shrug of her shoulders, though she could not help the smile on her face at how excited Adrian seemed when they spoke about her recipes. “I figured that it would be easier to sell at the bakery than an actual pumpkin pie. I try to make my products easy to eat on the go, and since my pumpkin pie was a big hit at your party, I figured that I could make it a special this fall. I just had to tweak the recipe a little.”
“And I... I always want to take care of you. You work so hard. You have such a big heart, and when you come home to me after saving all those lives, all I want to do is take care of you. I want to run you a hot bath, and cook you a delicious meal... and cuddle you until you fall asleep. I want to keep taking care of you for the rest of my life.” When Adrian brushed over her ring finger, El knew exactly what he must be thinking. Needless to say, she was thinking it too; it was why she had even said it. “Mickey, I know that I’ve been putting this off for the last few months, and... you’ve been very patient with me. I appreciate that... but I think I’m ready. I’m ready... tonight.”
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Tud knew that Millie had been through hell in her past relationships, and he was determined to never cause her a moment of pain. He knew that she trusted him with her heart, as he trusted her with his.
He smirked against her folds as she moaned. Each moan and mewl she let out was music to his ears. “That’s what you need isn’t it, princess? Need my fingers buried inside of you, give you something to clench on.” He could feel her body tensing as her next orgasm built. “That’s a good girl, asking for what you want. And good girls get what they ask for.” He slipped a third finger inside of her as his tongue circled her clit. He paused at her next words, eyes locking onto hers as his lips curled into a bright smile. Millie asking for what she wanted from him was a huge deal, and he was so proud of her for it. “Better cum for me then darling, because I’ve been dreaming about it.”
He got back to work, tongue flicking against her clit as he scissored two fingers inside of her. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”
Tud worked her through her orgasm, before crawling up over kissing every inch that he could reach, before pulling her in for a passionate kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Tud rolled onto his back, settling back on the pillows and grinning at her as he tapped his lips. “Now, princess, get over here and take your rightful place on your throne.”
Amelia’s moans were never ending, as was the pleasure she was feeling every time he licked on her falls and sucked on her clit. “I-I... need your fingers in me.” She nodded immediately, hoping that he wouldn’t stop. “I’m... your good girl, sir. Always your good girl.” There was an audible gasp that escaped her lips when she slid a third finger inside of her, and she felt her walls clench around him while he continued to suck on her clit. “O-Oh fuck, Tud... I’m so close. Please don’t stop! Please, please, please!”
When he paused to look up at her, Millie felt her cheeks grow hot. She couldn’t believe that she had been daring enough to ask for what she wanted, but knowing what Tud liked that she’d asked for what she wanted was all that she could have asked for. She now knew that she could always ask him what she wanted, without fearing his judgement. “I’ve been dreaming of it too...” She admitted, leaning her head back when he dove right back into her clit.
Before she knew it, a coil snapped inside of her and she let herself go. “Ohhh fuck!” She was panting as she rode out her high, her heart pounding even harder as she shut her eyes for a moment. She could feel Tud crawling over her, and she opened her eyes to smile at him. When he kissed her, she kissed him back just as passionately, moaning against his lips when she got a taste of herself against his tongue.
There was a rather devilish grin on her lips when he rolled onto his back, and Amelia found herself holding onto the headboard as she moved over to sit on his face. Once she positioned herself above him, she lowered herself and let out a moan when her pussy came in contact with his lips. “Fucking hell!”
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She laughed softly at the memory. It had taken James a while to find his footing in the kitchen, and she’d had to ban him a few times for safety violations, but he’d gotten there eventually. “Couldn’t very well let my best friend die of hunger, now could I? After all I promised Emma when we moved in together,” she teased. “Besides, I liked taking care of you,” she admitted. And she had loved living with James. It was easy being around him, they operated on the same wavelength. “Oh that’s definitely true. Em and I lived together one summer because she and Simon were going to move in when he got back from home and her lease was up, and we almost killed each other.”
“Aww, I love that. I can’t believe she grew up here. I mean I know we lived on the estates, but this feels like a different level of luxury.” His grip on her waist was firm and familiar, he knew what she would do before she did it. She couldn’t help but smile when he kicked off his shoes as well, little habits from when they lived together still going strong. It made her stomach flutter. “Of course you did,” she smiled when he mentioned giving El a guest room. “Newlyweds? How long have they been married?” she asked curiously, noting the hint of sarcasm in his voice. She moved across the floor to the window, admiring the view. “I would not mind waking up to this view,” she hummed.
James could not deny that he hadn’t been the best cook the first time he’d found himself in the kitchen. His attempt at making a full English breakfast after a night out had backfired, quite literally. But when Veronica brought up her promise to his mother, he just smiled. “I know that my mum was worried when I first told her that I was planning on moving out, but I feel like she was a lot less worried because you were there to take care of me.” Needless to say, James had always been grateful for his mother’s fondness towards Veronica. Emma Hartland had always been protective of her son, but Veronica had been just as protective of him growing up, whether it came to fending off his bullies at school, helping him with directions, or cooking for him. “Let me guess. You had to be the mum friend to her as well?”
“I mean, moving to New York has been quite a culture shock to say the least. I thought I knew luxury, but New York is just a whole lot crazier. I’m not going to lie. I miss home a lot, but then again... I get to be closer to my family, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.” James explained once he kicked off his shoes, turning over to look at her with a fond smile. “They’ve been married for almost a decade, but they act like they’re still on the honeymoon phase.” He replied to her question with a rather playful eye roll. Stepping over to her as she made her way over to the window, he just nodded as he looked over at her. “Yeah... I wouldn’t mind either.”
#chats:james hartland#with:veronica chang#ship:james & veronica#Brits abroad#he got lost and found her#flower crowns and pipe cleaner rings
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As she slept Luca could only strategize more about what he should do next, who could he contact, and a billion other things after that. It was never a thought that one day he could lose almost everything he had worked hard to build. The connections, the power, and the empire he had built came crumbling down in just one afternoon. The man had seething anger within himself but everything took time. The greatest revenge was never done overnight or in an instant. It’s all small insignificant changes coming together for one big strike. That’s what he’ll do. For the time being, Luca had Jia May and peace for God knows how long. The plane had finally landed and he woke her up softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead and shaking her lightly. “Love, we’re here.” He said in a whisper as he didn’t want to jolt her awake. He had bought an island as a gift to her for her birthday but considering after all that’s happen he couldn’t really tell her that. “Come on. There’s a huge house with lots of windows, a beach, and if I’m not mistaken a change of wardrobe there.” “Oh and food.”
Even when she slept, Jia May had dreamt of a normal life. There was a house with lots of windows that overlooked the beach, and it had a kitchen that was fully stocked with everything she would need. There were bamboo steamers on the stove, and she was covered in flour. She was kneading some dough by hand - her father’s bao dough. There were a pair of large hands that found themselves at her waist, and she immediately felt safe. He was right there with her, watching as she kneaded the dough against the kitchen counter even though they did have a mixer at home. No, she insisted that she had to knead this dough by hand.
Love, we’re here.
And that pulled her away from her dreams, back into the reality of the two of them on the run from Carter and his men. Luca’s empire had fallen, but Jia May might still have a chance at having that normal life. She sat up slowly, offering him a weak smile when he mentioned food. “Are there any bao buns?” She asked, still half asleep. “If not, can I make them?”
#chats:jia may zhou#with:luca barnes#ship:jia may & luca#imperfectox#i really said... lets bring out the asian in this witch
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