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fillinforlater · 4 months

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Friends that can keep a secret

Male Reader x Jo Yuri (ft. two male friends)

Length: 3.500 words

Tags: foursome, gangbang, MMMF, drunk sex, seducing, a faux game of spin the bottle, making out, sharing a girlfriend, rimming, face fucking, double penetration, anal, spanking, rough sex, anal creampie, riding, cowgirl, protection, not_your_girlfriend!Yuri

TW: there are other male OCs in this and you fuck a girl in all her holes, I dunno, if you don't like that, feel free to leave

Inspiration: @breach12 for the request/prompt

(A/N: here is something I promised to write quite a while back. It's finally finished. I changed the prompt quite a bit, but I hope the person who requested it likes it (and y'all too))

“Should you knock or I knock.”

Daehwi grins and you roll your eyes. He can never make things easy.

“Dude, just fucking knock.”

You and your friends recently finished another semester in college. You really had to think, was it the fifth, the sixth, the—no, it was the sixth. It felt like forever since you enrolled in that university with it’s unimpressive name and even less impressive campus. In the end, you made it through this time without impressive grades or interesting stories, but maybe this is your ideal life.

Calm and uninteresting, at least to others.

Your friends are a bit different. On one hand there is Daehwi, the crazy one. He is like a wild animal, free from every and all constraints but a slave of his desires and instincts. He gets a lot of girls, hookups, relationships, break ups, scandals—nothing ever slows him down. No matter how stupidly crazy his ideas are, they always work out and in the end, even his grades pan out. Daehwi has either figured out how to live a perfect life or he is just insanely lucky.

But he is a good friend in time of need.

On the other hand is Junseo. He is one hell of a cutie-patootie, caring for every one of his friends, colleagues, even profs. No bad word ever comes from his lips and he is always punctual. Literally always. He trades loyalty for loyalty and is the perfect example for genuinity and consistency. It is only fair that he got the most beautiful girl as his girlfriend.

Junseo is a great friend, but sometimes Yuri takes up all his time.

Yuri is the rock star on campus. She can make the entire university fall on their knees by grabbing a mic and singing her heart out. She is talented, smart, gorgeous—the crush of many, until they find another girl to smash. Yuri was never ready for one night stands, and so it was only fitting that Junseo and her fell in love gradually. No hookups, just pure, romantic love.

Love without you. You watched from afar as your best friend fell in love with your crush. That crush on Yuri that everyone has at least once in their campus life, it still lingers in your heart. You have to suppress it almost daily, but it is a tiny stain on your otherwise good life. Suppress it for Junseo, especially today when you get to celebrate another successful semester at his place.

"Oh hey guys, come in!" Junseo opens the door with a wide grin and a surprising pink hue on his cheeks.

"Yo!” Daehwi shouts until his chest vibrates. “We bought beer, let's celebrate—damn, did you start drinking without us?" Daehwi puts down the two six packs and starts to aggressively pinch Junseo’s cheek. You start to laugh as the two playfully fight like two lion cubs.

“I brought some snacks,” you shout and try to get their attention. Fun is good and all, but you’re still standing outside and the cold air is brushing past your sensitive calves. "I got them for you, but if you don’t move, I’ll eat them all alone."

The three of you finally make your way into the flat and onto the couches. You feel the good vibes radiating throughout the room and it only gets progressively better. The first step to make such a celebration unforgettable is good beer and surprisingly, the cans Daehwi bought (at least you hope that he bought them) are filled with it. You down two of them easily, Daehwi is already on his third while Junseo reaches for a Soju bottle to create an intoxicating mixture.

“Damn, I didn’t know you got Soju,” Daehwi groans in ecstasy as he takes a swing straight from the green bottle. “Your grades must have been terrible.”

“Nah, it’s not that,” Junseo responds with a pout. “It's because this might be the last time we have a celebration like this.”

“Huh, how so?” you protest and get a handful of crackers into your mouth, not willing to accept that such a well-kept tradition would end tonight, without warning.

“It’s because, next semester, I’m done, so the party is gonna be bigger. And afterwards, with work and all, I don’t know if it will work out like this again.”

“Shit, life is really catching up to us.” Daehwi clicks his tongue and you can already see that his drunk, a bit more melancholic but still wild and direct self appears. After all, he can’t keep himself from downing liquor.

“If only I knew,” you sigh, angry that you forgot that Junseo was already here when you started to study. He was always ahead and now he will be the first to leave behind college life and become a truly normal person. “I would have brought stuff to make this more memorable.”

Junseo grabs the hem of your shirt and there is this drunk grin on his face as he babbles: “Don’t worry, I have things planned.

“Yuri, dear, you can come in now~”

Honest to God, you forgot about her for a split second—you will never for the rest of your life. Yuri walks in, the walk of a supermodel. Her high heels clack on the wooden floor, her hips sway in that stupidly short miniskirt, her eyes sparkle when she winks at you. You’re staring everywhere at once, to the point your throat goes dry again and you quickly need another drink. Luckily, Yuri brought more Soju and hands you a bottle.

“Congrats on beating another semester,” she says with a saccharine smile that stuns you, glues you to the couch, all to the amusement of Junseo beside you. “You gonna take it or not?”

“Su-sure, thank you.” Grab the bottle like an idiot and drink from it like one. Daehwi isn’t any better, dry lips stuck to his can while his eyes are glued to Yuri’s back. She makes sure to stick out her ass for him to see the nice curve. The green plaid skirt is barely long enough to hide her cheeks as she kneels next to him, hands on the table, searching for crackers or chips.

“Yuri, you are gorgeous,” Junseo compliments his girlfriend with a wicked grin and Yuri responds with an expression so sly and sexy, you almost drop your bottle and spit out its contents. Those two must have been drinking before Daehwi and you arrived, otherwise they wouldn’t be so bold.

“Damn, what the hell is going on with you two?” Daehwi bluntly asks them, but all he gets are glances from the couple and a confused shrug by you. “I bet you two are drunk already. Better stop now before any accidents happen.”

“There are no accidents tonight,” Junseo says firmly and makes room in the middle of the table for an empty Soju bottle. “No accidents, no boundaries, no questions asked. Do you two understand?”

“Well, that is a question,” you try to respond with wit, but it’s quickly forgotten when Yuri spins the empty bottle.

“Whoever this bottle lands on gets to have a free wish—kinda like truth and dare, except everyone else has to accept the dare and what you want to do to them.” Yuri’s words have your mind rotating faster than the bottle; is she for real? No limits, no boundaries? No one will ask questions? Can you just—go for it? Ask her to love you for this one night—no Junseo, just you?

Your wish fades to black when the bottle stops and points straight at Junseo, who does not hesitate and grabs his girlfriend at the wrist. Blink once, blink twice and she already sits on his lap, right next to you, and he is ready to stick his tongue into her eager mouth.

“My wish is that everyone fucking loosens up and just watches.”

The most tense thriller could not be more engaging for you. To see Junseo fondle Yuri, her tight little body, her covered boobs, her flawless back, down to the edge of her skirt has you sweaty all over. All over, again, he doesn’t stop and goes for that long, blonde hair and combs it back. Yuri moans and her nails dig into the back of the couch. Then they go back to making out, provocatively loud and Yuri’s top almost slips over her boobs.

You’re not the only one starring. Daehwi gets into position behind them, and he shamelessly looks under Yuri’s skirt—what he finds must be utterly mind melting, because he quickly grabs the bottle and points it at himself. He clears his throat to get everyone’s attention and for a second, the silence is heavier than a black hole.

“I-it’s my turn.” Daehwi gulps, the couple pants. “Can I pull down your skirt, Yuri?”

“Sure, just let me get up.”

With a final kiss on the cheek, Yuri leaves her boyfriend’s lap and stands in front of the kneeling Daehwi. She reaches for his hands and places them on her hips. This was the final straw, the last chain that held back the savage animal. Daehwi roughly yanks down Yuri’s skirt; with every gasp, more of her lower body is revealed until—nothing but a skimpy thong. You get to see it from behind only for a second, because Daehwi immediately spins Yuri around to knead and lick her cute butt cheeks.

You’ve only heard stories of Daehwi’s sexcapades, the endless rounds of loud smashing, of groaning, of cumming—you never knew he could become so feral at the touch of two small round buttcheeks. It seems to work however, Yuri is definitely feeling herself, hands in her hair, head thrown back as she moans profanities towards the ceiling.

Suddenly, the head of a bottle crosses your vision. Juseon has the green thing pointed at you, on eye level and you don’t let him even start his sentence before uttering your own wish. It’s a bit desperate, but totally accurate to your situation and pent up feelings.

“Yuri, I—I want to make out with you, o-on my lap!”

“Oh yes, for sure~”

Followed by the still manically kneading Daehwi, Yuri climbs on top of you and goes straight for your mouth. Her tongue, still glazed in liquor and tiny chips particles quickly turns into the most delicious treat you have ever had. Yuri engages the kiss, starts off what could have been an equal dance but she quickly succumbs to your sudden dominance.

Call it a return to your monkey brain, anything but civilized. You fuck her mouth with your tongue, play with her hair lovingly while tormenting her slender frame with rubs and squeezes. Yuri’s giggles urge you on more, you become bolder, reach into the top of her bra—there is no bra, just bare tits to fondle and knead the way only Daehwi would, though he has transitioned to eating Yuri’s ass, thong pushed to the side.

You’ve lost sight of Juseon, but who the fuck cares when you can stick your hands down to where the sun doesn’t shine and find Yuri’s pussy. She is laughably wet, her juices dripping on your finger while your teeth move to bite her collarbone. She moans and hugs your body, pressing herself further down your length which has been an issue in the tight confines of your jeans for way too long—

“Yuri,” Juseon suddenly shouts. “I think you’re the last one to make a wish.”

You pull out your fingers from those drenched folds and even Daehwi backs off from the feast that is Yuri’s ass. Everyone listens closely when Yuri finally gets her wish out.

“I want you three boys to finally get your cocks out and fuck them into my tight holes until I can’t walk anymore. Don’t think, just fuck me.

“I’m your semester trophy tonight.”

Juseon suddenly stands next to you, feet in the cushions of his couch and his pants meet them quickly. He whips out his cock and as if her lips were magnetically drawn to it, Yuri starts to kiss and lick over it. From tip to base, she does not leave out one spot. Equally sudden is Daehwi, who’s pants you can’t even see anymore, but his cock is clearly pressed against Yuri’s cheeks and then on the ring in between them.

To your surprise—not that you ever actively thought about it—their cocks are just average in size, maybe even below that. Yours might be bigger, but they get girls and relationships all the time—your thoughts shouldn’t become so weird, especially because you have already pulled out your own dick and begun to stroke it to the hardest it has ever been.

Yuri, while her face is getting fucked slowly, her boyfriend’s cock entering and leaving her lips, gently places an unwrapped condom into your sweaty hands. Good thing that they are prepared, because you of course did not bring something like this to what could’ve been a harmless party.

Harmless college parties? Yeah, no, who are you kidding. Just roll the plastic contraceptive over your hard shaft and then try to find Yuri’s pussy. Those hot folds, they are right there—further down. You rub along her midriff, navel, even her crotch but are unable to find it.

Yuri pops Juseon’s cock from her lips and smiles at you while her hand continues to lazily jerk the throbbing, wet thing. She reaches in between your legs and finds your thing poking her belly.

“Should I help you?” she asks and you avoid her eyes in embarrassment—only for a second thought. Something draws you to their sparkle, lewd and thrilled, while she tries to adjust on your lap until—

“Ah, fuck, Daehwi, wait!”

“Wha-what is it?” he asks with a somewhat annoyed growl, hands wrapped around Yuri’s waist, cockhead perfectly aligned with her asshole.

“Give me a second. I want all of you to thrust in me simultaneously. I never felt something like that.

“It’ll be great.”

You gulp when Yuri gets you to the entrance of her light pink cavern. This is it, the moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time—not really waiting, just dreaming of. Luckily, you don’t need to dream anymore and just focus on not exploding the moment you—

“Now, fuck, now.”

The signal sends your hips upwards in a thrust. It’s not a full thrust, only half of your cock fills Yuri’s insides. You couldn’t commit to all of it; you need to flex your thighs to keep yourself from cumming too quickly. Daehwi and Junseo do not seem to care about that: both went all in from the get go, filling Yuri’s mouth and ass to the brim with their dicks and their thrusts don’t stop.

Daehwi’s rough, feral pumping gapes Yuri’s ass and you feel every second of it. He is on the other side, careless, just like in the stories from the countless one-night stands that loved his enthusiasm. This is not enthusiasm, more unbridled sexual desire. He chases his own orgasm every time her ass meets his crotch.

For Junseo it’s similar. He seems to really enjoy Yuri’s drool running down her chin, sometimes even stopping the thrusts just to spread it all over her face with either his tip or a finger. You totally understand why he indulges in the way Yuri looks, all messy and silly, but you’d love to hear her moan louder—you want to see the strongest kind of bliss on her features.

Instead of your own pleasure, you try to find Yuri’s spots and poke your cock against them purposefully. You’re a lot slower than the other two, but your stamina does not decrease at all. Unlike Daehwi, you don’t need any brakes to catch your breath. You just continue to fuck Yuri in this mesmerizing rhythm that has her humming on her boyfriend’s shaft.

“Is this good, do you feel good?” you ask her in between deep breaths, arms around her torso, while she finds stability on your shoulder again.

“Yesh, yes,” she mumbles as Junseo flops out of her mouth. You see him shaking, losing his mind when she starts to twist his tip with two fingers. “You can go faster, harder—don’t think of me. I’m just the reward.”

“Too bad.” Whisper in her ear. “All I can think about is my reward.”

Yuri’s expression shifts, like she is trying to challenge you, like she doesn’t believe that you really care about her, like she—and then she can only think of Daehwi again, who goes on another rampage in her back entrance, while covering her ass with hard spanks.

A tender pain on your lower lip when she bites it. You halt your thrusts, but Daehwi makes it feel like Yuri bounces and rubs on your entire cock. You hear both the guys scream profanities while your own profanities are stuck, unable to come out because of Yuri’s bite.

“Yuri, babe, I’m—” Junseo can barely stand. “I’m so close.”

“In my mouth?” she asks, cutely-lewdly.

“N-no, I want to… finish on your ass.”

“Great idea.” Yuri jerks his cock harder and starts to stick out her ass which seems to trigger another orgasm. Instead of politely asking, Daehwi just growls like a wolf to the moon and Yuri feels his thick cum flood her rectum. “Yes, fuck! Fill that ass, creampie me!”

Now that wasn’t cute at all. Just lewd. Lewd like her fucking face when Daehwi’s cock loudly pops out and Junseo sprays his cum all over those red buttocks. She looks thoroughly satisfied with all the white on her skin, in her hole—maybe she isn’t thinking yet of the mess on her couch, the carpet or on her clothes.

“Fuck, guys, that was—

“Why haven’t you finished yet?”

Yuri looks at you, as if she expects you to just burst from the look in her eyes. No, she underestimates you. Your stamina is still going strong and your enjoyment of her cunt hasn’t diminished by a single percent.

“I-I can still keep going!”

“Really? Let’s see about that.”

As if you had fucked a million times already, Yuri’s riding and your upwards fucking synchronizes instantaneously. When she crashes down, all of your cock fills her hole and when she rises, you’re right at her entrance, ready to repeat what can only be described as heaven—an entry to happiness.

But happiness isn’t a dominant emotion right now, hell, you don’t even want it. You just want Yuri and her snug pussy always around you, hot and milking you with that flawless texture. The pink thing should accept you the entire night and with how eagerly she slams herself down on your manhood, she wants it too.

Maybe Yuri feels happiness, maybe that is your wishful thinking blurring with her mindless expression, mindless moans, mindless tongue that suddenly searches for yours and you engage in a tornado of kisses that leads to Yuri resigning. Her body is all yours now, yours alone, and she is begging to cum. Trophy this, award that, in the end she has her needs and you will fulfill them.

Hold onto her waist and like in the final battle of a video game, use all your knowledge and skill to stimulate the inside of her pussy. Nothing can stop you, not the cum from her gaping hole that drips on your balls, not her weight laying on top of you, not the shocked gaze of Junseo—he must have never seen his girlfriend get fucked so well.

“Fuck, I’m-I’m,

“I feel so good, don’t stop.”

Yuri’s whine feels like a victory. You know she will climax before you do. This is all you’ve ever wanted. After this, you can let your feelings for her die in peace. But for these last few thrusts, she is all yours. Her entire body and mind is occupied by you, and so you claim her with a gentle kiss and a not-so-gentle flick on her clit.

“Who makes you cum?”

“You! You, you make me—ah!”

That scream is so long, so good; she is so tight, so perfect. Yuri trembles, electric shocks of pleasure surge all across her body. Her cunt is so tight and hot, you don’t feel the condom anymore and release your seed into it with lazy pumps. Yuri mewls when she feels the hot sticky mess which sadly misses her hot, messy holes and instead sticks to your dick.

“Okay, fuck,” Junseo sighs and sinks onto the carpet. “That was hot, that was crazy.”

“I knew you’d like it,” Yuri weakly says, a bright but tired smile on her lips as she looks back to her boyfriend. She turns back to you, face in adorable scrunches “Lemme, uhm… clean up.”

“Oh, yeah.” You quickly try to get your composure, because you’re still balls deep inside her. “Fuck, sorry about that.”

“Don’t apologize.

Junseo can never hear that. He never will. And Daehwi is long asleep. Those following words are just for you.

“That was the best thing ever.”

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dreamskug · 14 days

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[ SUBJECT INTERVIEW: ÍVARR ]

NICKNAME:

NOT "Gramps". Not for you, anyway. Just my name.

GENDER:

Male.

STAR SIGN:

Why, checking if we’d match? Hah. Was told I’m a Scorpio. 'That check out?

HEIGHT:

With platforms or without?

ORIENTATION:

If we vibe, nothing else matters. An incubus with neat taste in personalities, I guess.

NATIONALITY / ETHNICITY:

So, some Scandinavian blood in me - half, actually. Can speak the language, too - 'least something neat daddy gave me, not that the fucker's outdone himself in parenting. Mom’s an American, born in Badlands. Ever heard of her clan? Messed with witchcraft a lot, and summoning even more. Know what I’m getting at? A perfect fuckin' match, weren't they?

FAVE FRUIT:

- Yeah no. Don't even start with anything citrus. Especially don't peel this shit in front of me, alright? Nasty shit. [Interviewer]: - Just wondering, how do you feel about cardboard boxes? [Ívarr] : - Ain't purring for you, man. But nice one.

FAVE SEASON:

Fuck summer. You ever felt what's that like - the real winter nights? Pitch fuckin' dark - quiet so thick you hear the snow falling. First time I saw those snowflakes as a kid - can swear I thought they were bees.

FAVE FLOWER:

Cherry blossoms? The fuck I know, man. Ask my mainline, I grab whatever he likes.

FAVE SCENT:

Expecting me to be like - "Muahaha, the smell of fear"? Seriously, it's apparently a pheromone released in your sweat or some shit. C'mon I'm joking, it isn't my fav - keeps stinking up this damn city. Alright, a freshly baked cake is something I'd kill for.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

Yeah coffee I guess? Rich, strong, black, with a splash of something fun, make it whiskey.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

Woke up just yesterday 'cause my mainline was pulling back my eyelid, imagine? Scared the fuck out of him, no seriously, can sleep through a fuckin' bomb and I'm not joking. Average hours - a shitton honestly? That's how I got my very first cat - Dad got enough of me breaking down every single morning, cause fuck mornings. And he'd be like - this is Snowy, she's gonna live with us and she already had her breakfast, so get the fuck up. How'd I argue with Snowy? You don't mess with Snowy.

DOG OR CAT PERSON:

See? Check it out - cat fur. Here too. I'm claimed, man - gave up cleaning it up a long time ago. Not to be dramatic, but if there's anything human in me left - it's for them. Fur kids, all mine, what can I say. Two of them adopted - and you bet each of them has a bigger personality than an average gonk.

DREAM TRIP:

Dream trip, jeez... Somewhere not fucking hot?

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER:

Balrog has style, y'know? Gotta be honest, I feel for the dude. Imagine yourself sleeping deep within the mountains for thousands of years to get awoken by a bunch of motherfuckers? I'd go nuclear too. And this one too, ehh you know GoT? The Targaryen, her, yeah. Burn them all, girl. Boss move.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH:

Man, your questions. I dunno, a half? With my ass covered, or not at all. Bed king sized, lights out, make it pitch black with the window open and you got me passed out.

RANDOM FACT:

One doesn't have to actually summon a demon to get them to come play, d'you know? There's one watching you through my eyes right fuckin' now. Should I introduce him?

Late to the party, but I remember many of y'all have more than one OC or just created new pixel babies that haven't participated yet, so I'm tagging (with no pressure):

@therealnightcity @wraithsoutlaws @sammysilverdyne @theviridianbunny @th3irin

@a-pirate @chessalein @halkuonn @luvwich @shimmer-like-agirl

@kdval @cybersteal @cyberholic77 @chevvy-yates @morganlefaye79

@anxious--ace @mhbcaps @wormskul @silver-samurai @androgymess

@winkyblinkyandstew @astarionhistears @valsilverhand @drunkchasind @themermaidriot

@pinkyjulien @skelior @medtech-mara @lokiina @timaeusterrored

@tokyofuturnoir @aggravateddurian @sifofasgard @elfjpeg @aurorartz

@lucky38-2077 @dustymagpie @gloryride @stannussy and anyone else who wants to! Also pls DM me if you don't wanna get tagged🖤

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harmshake · 3 months

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For Your Eyes Only

Rhea interrupts her girlfriend's livestream to record a different kind of show...

Rhea Ripley x Mali (fem!black!oc) | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,276 words

Happy reading! Read my other Rhea stories here, if you'd like. ✨

"Welcome queens, kings, and everyone fabulous in between to Mali's Lit Adult Slumber Party. I'm Mali, your host, your homegirl, and your favorite wine enthusiast as it's not an adult slumber party without gettin' a little lit."

Mali sat on the furry, burgundy rug with her iPhone mounted in the center of her ring light on the coffee table, her pink-crystal wine glass filled to the brim with the evening's fan-voted choice of white zinfandel that she tipped to the camera to toast with her audience before she took a small sip. Her brown eyes scanned the comments that whizzed by on her Instagram livestream feed and she did her best to shout out her returning followers who commented with wine glass emojis as they greeted her.

"Yesss, y'all know the vibes! We're gonna get into the usual tonight. A little sippin', a little gossipin', and a lot of fun," Mali said with a charming smile on her glossy, red, thick lips.

It was nearly midnight yet her makeup was on, her honey brown, curly coils were gathered up into a top knot, and she wore a silky, pink pajama two-piece that showed off the chocolate brown skin of her shoulders. That was the vibe of her adult slumber party: Cute, a bit sexy, and lively. It matched her vibe in the daytime as well as she was a model who often kept those three adjectives at the front of her mind as she posed for magazine and Instagram ad campaigns wearing the latest designs from either established or upcoming lux clothing brands. Mali was grateful that she'd found a career that allowed her to express herself—and even more grateful to share it with her adoring fans who supported her work at every turn.

Her Lit Adult Slumber Party was a newish creation, only three months old, but it was a hit with almost five thousand people viewing her livestream as she asked how everyone's day was before she got into her routine.

Yet Mali would be remiss to pretend the near-overnight popularity of her Friday night show wasn't also partly due to her girlfriend. It would be impossible to pretend otherwise as her lovely viewers flooded her feed with questions about her every two seconds.

Is Rhea home tonight?

Will Rhea say hi to us tonight or is she busy??

Where's Rhea???

Mali simply smiled as it came with the territory of dating a world wrestling champion...and one of the hottest women she couldn't escape seeing thirst fancams of on her TikTok. She and Rhea had met at a red carpet event last summer and Mali couldn't take her eyes off seeing the tall, brawny, and stunningly gorgeous woman in person after only watching the compilations of her slamming girls to the mat and looking hot while doing so.

The feeling was mutual as Rhea's eyes kept finding hers throughout the night before she finally approached Mali, told her she found her just as stunning, and that she would love to have her number. And after a couple of weeks of texting, sexting, and FaceTime calls when Mali told her she would love to see if she was as strong and dominant in the bedroom as she was in the ring, their relationship blossomed into a love affair that had everyone talking.

Including her audience as they bombarded her with the same questions about Rhea's whereabouts to the point where Mali responded, "Yeah, she's home. She's still in the shower, I think. She has an early flight, though, so don't expect to see her. Now that I think about it, she might already be in bed."

Just then, Mali heard footsteps pad across the tile of the hallway that led to their living room where she was streaming. She saw the comments zip with people typing in all caps and heart-eye emojis before she looked over her shoulder to see her girlfriend walking toward her. She wore nothing but an oversized, black band tee that hardly covered her slender, yet muscular, tatted thighs, her hand pushing back her longish, damp, and dark hair off her bare and beautiful face as a small smirk touched her pink, plump lips.

"You still up?!" Mali asked in gentle surprise as Rhea knelt behind her to rest her chin on her shoulder. She stared into the camera with that adorable smirk as she waved hello to Mali's viewers.

"Still up. Not tired just yet." Rhea chimed in her husky, slightly raspy accent. Mali found it attractive each time her girlfriend opened her mouth, and it made a tiny thrill shimmy down her spine when she added with a swift, soft kiss to her neck, "But I think you're ready for bed, right, baby?"

"Wha—" Mali tried to ask but Rhea grabbed her chin to steer her lips to hers for another kiss...except this one was slow and sent that thrill through her body with heat that simmered between her thighs. Rhea then had the nerve to carefully flick her tongue along hers in a way that she knew her viewers could see and would make Mali struggle not to moan on camera.

She was so shocked yet aroused by Rhea's behavior that she was stuck and couldn't pull herself away to ask her why she decided to give her fans a peep show out of nowhere. Mali knew despite her girlfriend being on television just about every week, Rhea enjoyed her privacy and scarcely appeared on her livestreams as she told her she didn't want to "intrude on her thing."

Yet as she slid her fingers into Mali's messy bun to control the kiss as it deepened before she gently yanked her head back to plant a little peck on her throat, Rhea seemed to enjoy all the eyes on them. But she kept her eyes on her and cooed in a gruff yet sensual murmur, "Time for bed, yeah?"

"Umm, now?" Mali whispered and bit her lip as she caught her drift, mystified by her demeanor but mesmerized all the same as she gaped at her through low, pink-painted eyelids and held her girlfriend's dreamy, blue gaze. She gradually found the strength to rip away from it and return her attention to the camera with an apology to her fans who were probably just as confused as her. Yet when she saw all the comments encouraging and urging her to hurry to bed with Rhea, she felt her cheeks warm up with a blush no one could see before her girlfriend nodded and pressed kisses to them. "Uh, I-I guess we'll try this again tomorrow, y'all? Good night, queens, kings, and my fabulous people in between."

Mali blew a kiss to the lens with a final glance at the comments full of every horny emoji there was as she tapped her screen to end the livestream. "Did you sneak some of my wine?! What's gotten into you?" she asked with a giddy grin as Rhea wrapped her arms around her waist to squeeze her from behind her with more kisses on her nape that tickled, making a slight giggle jump out of her.

"Nope. I just didn't want to wait three hours for you to wrap it up. And I surely didn't want to wait 'til I got back from work to do this..." she replied with her hand slipping down Mali's tummy, the silk fabric of her pajamas making it easy for her touch to also slip beneath the hem. She wasn't wearing panties...which made her girlfriend's soft, wandering fingers sink right between her lower lips, warm and slick from Rhea's kisses. "Ah, my baby...damn near drippin' and we haven't made it to the bed yet."

"It's...your fault. Mmmm. Impatient ass." Mali's lips parted with a smirk and a hitched breath as a moan escaped them when Rhea delicately rubbed her middle fingers up and down her wet slit before she coated her clit with twirls that made her whine. She gripped the edge of the coffee table as her head fell back onto Rhea's shoulder, letting her hips lightly rock against her palm as their lips met for a heavy kiss.

"I sure am. And you know what? Fuck the bed. Get on the couch. On your hands and knees."

Mali didn't have enough time to follow Rhea's demand as her girlfriend then scooped her up into her arms to rest her on the couch in the position she needed to have her round, thick ass in her face. She smoothed her hands over it, kissing the silk before rolling it down her thighs to hit the rug next to her knees. Rhea's lips kissed her soft skin then, her softer hands squeezing and parting her cheeks to unveil her wet, brown, and pink lips she took her time kissing, too.

Mali couldn't help but roll her hips to catch the long, greedy flicks of Rhea's tongue as she lapped up her nectar that spilled down to her thighs and mound touched with hair light and soft like peach fuzz. Her girlfriend's fingertips grazed that fuzz with teasing strokes before she glazed them over her slippery, tender clit, making Mali cry out to her—especially when she used her other fingers to spread her just a bit more so she could glaze her tongue over her little hole.

"Unnhh, shit...mmm, you like how this pussy taste, baby?" Mali reached a hand around to lace her fingers in the silky hair on the back of Rhea's head, trying to taunt her yet her voice cracked with a whine when Rhea slowly thrust her tongue inside her.

"Damn right. And you thought you could keep me waitin'." Rhea playfully spanked her ass and breathed a moan that touched Mali's wet folds and made them spasm. "Ooh. I wish you could see how sexy that looked...your pussy all juicy and twitchin' for me. Actually..."

She pulled her delicious touch away and Mali pouted, craning her neck to fuss at her. Yet she gasped at her instead, studying Rhea tapping her phone still perched on the coffee table behind them. Mali saw her head peeking from behind her ass on the screen before Rhea's head floated into the frame with more kisses on her cheeks that led to her glistening pussy. And when Rhea hid her fingers between her thighs to tease her clit again and hold her lips open, she saw how she twitched when the tip of her tongue lazily prodded and pushed back inside her.

Mali let out a long whimper that filled the room, her eyes fixed on the lens, on them as she was hypnotized by the sight of Rhea tongue-fucking her—entranced by the feel of it, too, as her knees felt weak with a slow-burning orgasm that grew hotter and hotter around her girlfriend's tongue until she couldn't contain the flames any longer.

"Right there, baby...unhhh, I'm...I'm 'bout to cum for you." Mali wanted to bury her face in the cushions to hide the loud, rasping squeals that erupted from her as she came and gushed, but she couldn't look away from how captivating they looked on camera. Her gaze met Rhea's on the screen who also watched them, pulling back to admire how she made her girlfriend squirt as her pussy hole fluttered.

"That's my pretty baby. So fuckin' pretty..." Rhea groaned with her fingers still wagging over her clit as Mali's spilled down her wrist. "Love makin' you cum, baby...love how your cum tastes..." She then swirled her long tongue into Mali's twitching, wet mess to make out with it, make her dribble onto her chin, make her louder, and make her convulse harder.

"Ffffuck, I love your mouth...I love you," Mali managed to moan as her heated bliss threatened to snatch her voice away. She caught her girlfriend's eye again as she licked her lips and caressed her thigh with jet-black nails that had a sheen from more than her top coat.

"Yeah? Mami loves you more," Rhea replied with a sultry smirk and kiss on her thigh. She then licked the spot where she accidentally smudged Mali's nectar before gathering it from her chin, too, unhurriedly licking her fingers one by one while peering into the lens with those dreamy eyes. She used those fingers to then stop the recording, turning to Mali who wearily flopped onto her side to add with a raised, arched eyebrow, "Ready for bed for real this time, baby?"

"Only if you are...'cause where in the world did that come from?" Mali panted, still shocked that her usually reserved-off-camera girlfriend turned into a thot-on-camera tonight. It plastered a sleepy grin on her face as she knew Rhea to be a thot for her eyes only, save for those occasional moments she liked to tantalize her fans while in character on television.

"I told you, babe. I wasn't gonna wait a week to eat that pretty pussy," Rhea purred as her hand slid up Mali's bare thigh and made her tremble.

"You must wanna watch the playback while you're on the plane," she said with a little giggle when Rhea tickled her belly with her prying fingertips.

"Yeah, I do. I like a good movie to lose myself in..." she replied with her own giggle when Mali reached for her to pull her on top of her.

Their mouths came together for a sweet kiss that Mali lost herself in, yet when Rhea's hand slid around her throat with a lusciously tight grip, her eyes flitted open with a moan as her girlfriend mumbled onto her lips, "...Which is why we're nowhere close to done yet, baby."

Thanks for reading! 💜

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factual-fantasy · 5 days

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Hey buddy, I just wanted to say that your art is such a thing, I mean, it feels so gentle and comfortable, you truly can feel the love with you made any of them, any comic, doodle, oc, they feel so real and tridimensional. Well, I'm triying to say that your works are so honest, you just go ahead with what you like and it got so enjoyble., it's made with a vibe of dedication, love and pasion, is like you let part of you in all of them.

So, I want to thank you, for all of that, for all those pretty and relatable moments you give us, and, even if you stay at the anonymity, it feels like us don't need that information 'cause you let the most important in your comics. Some days I just arrive a little down, but see your art make me feel a little better. And, not just for me, you're a inspiration; well I also like comics, but I'm a little shy to share them, seen yours makes me want to share my ideas too, currently I'm not doing that, maybe one day, but seeing yours make me

This would sound a little odd, but I'm truly worried about you, I mean, it have been a time since you get sick, take it easy buddy, your health it's pretty important

Thank you, for all those comics, doodles and ocs, are wonderful and you truly end loving them at the same way you love them, and took you the time do it and share it with us.

This is me seeing your art, you can handle everything buddy, take it easy.

NOW THE QUESTION XD, which is the difference between ask and the colaboration? writing these I didn't know to where send it ._.

I don't have the words! Just! Thank you!! 😭😭😭 It was so wonderful to read this! And it's you!! It's people like you and your comments that keep me coming back! So thank you!! 😭😭💖💖💖

As for my health, I know it's hard but try not to worry.. I think I'm on the edge of a breakthrough! In fact, I think I might have already made one! XDD Once I'm past that horrible journey I'll be sure to let y'all know!

Also your question! Comments like this can certainly be sent to my ask box! Though I also appreciate comments on my artwork on the post themselves too! If that sentence made any sense- 😅

#my response #again THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭💖💖💞💞

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lelelego · 8 months

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⭐I'M OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS!⭐

hi y'all!! after a very long time i'm easing back into the commissions scene for a bit :^D

✅ will draw: fanart, ocs (love d&d comms!!), nudity, light gore, suggestive/light n-s-f-w

⛔ will not draw: heavy gore and n-s-f-w, mecha, boone/oc content (sorry!!)

note: detailed backgrounds and/or designs may cost extra.

check out my commission request checklist below the cut 👇

CHECKLIST

email me at lego.cheong (at) gmail.com. say hi, say hey, and include "commission" in your subject line, please! OR dm me if you need to ask something real quick - but full requests with references, descriptions etc. should be exchanged via email. c:

include:

what type of commission you'd like - b&w/colour, waist up/full body, how many characters

references of the character(s) - if you don't have an image of them drawn out in their entirety, please provide picture references of all their parts (hair, face, clothes, etc.). if you also have a pose reference, i'd love to see it!

what you want to see - what pose do you want your character(s) to be in? what expressions? what is the vibe you want conveyed? is there something you want to focus on in particular (e.g. a character's ring, a scar, a limb, etc.)

are you okay with your commission being public? - you will get a higher-res, un-watermarked version of your commission. i do sometimes put lower-res, watermarked versions of my commissions up in my art tag / portfolio, so please let me know if you would like it to be a private commission.

you'll receive a reply within 2-3 days, at which point we can talk a little bit more about your commission if needed!

full payment will be required upfront through a Paypal invoice only. the invoice will be sent to the email you used unless specified otherwise.

thank you so much for reading, and hope to see you in my emails soon! <3

#commissions #commissions open #artists on tumblr #art

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 1 month

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songs from my aspec playlist

i have a playlist that's for my aroace OCs, so here's the songs from there so y'all can vibe too, and tell me if you have recommendations that I can add :")

Can We Be Friends? - Conan Gray

All We Ever Wanted Was Everything - Bauhaus

Crush Culture - Conan Gray

It's Nice to Have a Friend - Taylor Swift

The Story - Conan Gray

I Lost a Friend - FINNEAS

It's U - Cavetown

Boys Will Be Bugs - Cavetown

Hug All Ur Friends - Cavetown

Ribs - Lorde

I Need To Be Alone - Girl In Red

Generation Why - Conan Gray

Best Friend - Conan Gray

Someone To Stay (Acoustic) - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol

The Ballad Of Love and Hate - The Avett Brothers

Partners In Crime - FINNEAS

Home - Cavetown

Talk To Me - Cavetown

Lemon Boy - Cavetown

#international asexuality day #asexuality #ace #aroace #aromantism #arospec #aspec #acespec #music recs #song recs #character playlist #good omens mascot #weirdly specific but ok #maggots #asmi

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rotten-pup · 3 months

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18 + Only, minors will be blocked, you are not welcome here

☆About Me☆

You can call me Rot. I'm 21, he/they, transmasc and this is my horny blog! This will be my general horny content blog where I'll post/reblog the stuff I like however I will separate some of my interests and kinks onto other blogs. I am pre-t and pre-op. Generally just queer but I like people of any gender however I do lean more t4t

My asks are open for anything! Send me stuff!!

My dms are openish. At this time I'm not looking to sext and heavily flirt. I'm going through a lot and will be slow to respond most times. I really only have the brainpower to hold conversations about my special interests or if someone infodumps to me and I get to ask questions.

I'm comfortable with most masculine or feminine terms when referring to the parts of my body, I don't usually have a preference. I'll update this when I find something I don't like! I should probably add on that I'm a switch/vers in theory, mostly a sub/bottom in practice as I'm not confident enough to fully dom/top quite yet.

(rest of this post is a work in progress, bear with me please)

Without any further ado; list of content/kinks I like that you may find here(list incomplete):

Absolutely Yes: Petplay, Degradation, Praise (giving) Bondage, Impact play, Breeding, Somno, Edging, Overstim, Oviposition, Humiliation, Primal Play, Intox, Light CNC, Mommy kink??

Sometimes/Maybe: Choking (receiving), Praise (receiving)

Hard Limits: Scat, Death/Slob Feedism, Inflation, Raceplay, Feet

Kinks that will be mostly likely on a separate blog that I still like: Hypno, Knife play, Heavy CNC

Outside of all that, I'm going to list my sideblogs and tags down below and any other information I see fit so this intro isn't too long! (ps: if you know me from my previously deleted blog, feel free to say hi, I'd love to talk to y'all again, I was going through a really rough patch and honestly I'm so sorry I just disappeared)

My tags:

- rotposts: original content

- rotbarks: answering asks

- rotspeaks: non horny, rambles, or unrelated content

My sideblogs:

- @barkandbarkandbark : vent blog, rambles, literally anything just me talking to the digital void

Just a little more about me:

- @boymommy-brainrot : Mommy kink blog, a mostly gentle softer vibe, pics of me will also be on here

*Mommy is mostly a title, I like taking care of people and being gentle with them and just making them happy through acts of service. My kink is in no way an incest thing and as much I may use certain terms/words it is also not a ddlg thing either

Major theatre nerd, musicals, plays, plays with music, don't matter I love them all! I've acted in a few local shows, I've ran lights, I've staged managed, done a few other things. I'm really into dungeons and dragons and other ttrpgs and board games, and card games like magic the gathering. I love to draw and I love my silly little ocs I've made. If you upload your ocs or your fursona on your blog, there's a chance I might draw them, I like making art for others when I have the time.

Uhhhh, idk what else. I'm currently playing palword, this war of mine, overcooked 2, lethal company, escape the backrooms. However I do have many other games and if you ever wanted to play, just dm me, I'm down to find sometimes as long as we've talked a bit first and we vibe! I have major brainrot for Dead by Daylight right now so so badly

Oh yeah I fucking love robots I absolutely love robots and puppets I'm surprised I'm not like into fnaf more but man I just want to scream they're so cool.

I'll probably think of some other things to put here idk lol

#rotposts #rotbarks #rotspeaks

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boldlypurplelight · 5 months

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Love is a drug|| JJK|| 3

Pairing: Yandere Jungkook × Female Reader

Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal, .

Warning: Smut, Loverboy jk, hints of Yandere jk, 18+, hard dom jk, slangs used.

Summary: OC had a very Happy life with her lovely Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old ceo ; but things take a vast turn and oc finds herself in critical condition.

Shirtless Jungkook y'all 🥵

CHAPTER 3

It was another date for the couple - well accidental date.

Jungkook was just chilling in his house when he heard the doorbell ring, turn out to be YN shivering from cold. He frowned but took her inside nonetheless.

There was heavy rainfall and she couldn't take chance with her life, so here she was.

She had visited Jungkook's house numerous times, it always felt like home to her surprisingly Jungkook's apartment had a same scent and same vibe like her house.

Jungkook was currently selecting a drama to watch as he heard the shower turn off.

"yn-ah, which series-"

'Fuck'. He thought as she came out from the shower wearing his white silk tshirt and messy hairs.

He had seen this woman almost every day but she managed to make him crazy day by day.

YN's cheeks were now redder as she saw Jungkook checking her.

"Are we gonna watch movies?" She asked with her sultry but innocent voice. As if she didn't plan out to pick the sexiest shirt from his wardrobe and putting on his scent.

And the guy was already drooling.

"I think we could do better than that baby" as he came forward grabbing her by waist.

"Only when you're interested" he winked, looking how it made her weak in the knees.

He kissed her passionately, the kiss was slow and deep but young-soon wanted more.

She wanted him to kiss her madly, kissing like there's no tomorrow as she bit on his lower lips.

Jungkook pulled out and thumb on her lips,

"Is that what you want baby, want me to fuck you until you can't walk anymore"

She took his thumb in her mouth signalling him.

Jungkook took no time in putting her on his bed.

"Strip and on your knees, I don't want any teasing tonight"

YN obeyed with her pussy clenching on his deep voice. There she full naked and on her knees submitting herself to him. Jungkook was in awe, they had sex before but he was equally hard everytime she was naked.

Jungkook took the lube and started spreading on her ass cheeks.

"Damn! Baby, look at you so pretty and breed able for me , can't decide which hole should I fuck tonight". He could see her ass glistening as he started going down her wet pussy.

"This one" he teased by fingering her asshole, "Or this one" pushing his fingers now inside her pussy.

YN whimpered, her hole clenching

"Please, just fuck me!! I can't take it anymore, I need your cock Jungkook- ugh!!"

She stopped as she felt his cock penetrate her pussy.

'Fuck' he was even fully inside yet she was shaking.

"It's ok baby, breath" Even in the lust he could only care about her and her pleasure.

"You're doing so well, darling. You're so good taking my cock- fuck!!!" He groaned as she clenched on his cock.

He thrusted faster playing with one of her nipples. YN was literally at the edge as she called him out.

"Cum for me, baby" As he knew he was close too.

After coming down from their high Jungkook looks at yn, her sweat glistening down her body made her look goddess in his eyes. Feeling himself as the luckiest man in this universe.

YN looks at him the same way, when she saw him wearing half sleeves tshirt looking all bulky she couldn't help but feel hot leaving all the coldness from her body.

Jungkook finished cleaning them as he asked about showering again.

But YN took him in her arms kissing his nose she said,

" Let's just cuddle!" As they slept the night away in each other's arms.

YN planned to suprise Jungkook today with her self-made food. Proudly looking at her lunchbox as she stepped out the elevator of his office.

She stopped, YN couldn't believe her eyes, was she dreaming right now.

There was Sarah her colleague, walking out of Jungkook's office.

How was this possible, heck she didn't even know Jungkook. When YN was fresher she always heard about Sarah and everyone had same opinion

'She is problematic '.

"Hey! Yn"

YN didn't reply, staring into her soul leaving Sarah feeling awkward.

"Umm, I'll see you at work" As she scurried into the elevator.

YN was dumbfounded , Although YN rarely talked casually with Sarah.

It seems like now she would never after this incident.

Author's note: Heyy!! Armys. Tell me how was this chapter. I know you guys are wondering where is Yandere jk but I'm leaving small hints for y'all in every chapters. Yandere jk is the plot so he won't be coming so easily 😋. The real drama will start now.

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Built for Love Part 5 (MBJ x Black Famous OC

A/N: just a really long chapter lol also realized I should start giving like dates so this is like late July 2015, one week after part 4. Enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of trauma, sex talk, healthy amount of fluff and angst

“So where are y'all going again?” Charlotte heard her brother ask.

She continued with her extensive makeup routine as she called back, “You know that nigga refuses to tell me?”

She studied her makeup in the mirror. She gave herself an encouraging nod. Despite the extensive effort it took, her beat looked natural and effortless. Michael always complimented her, from when she was fresh off a run and sweaty to when she was full glam. But she still wanted to look her best.

“Well, surprises are usually nice,” Lauren, their resident optimist, interjected.

Charlotte paused her visual survey of her look to poke her head out of her bathroom to throw Lo a side eye and eye roll.

“You know that bitch hates surprises,” Jazzmine, Charlotte and Jackson’s childhood best friend, chimed in.

Her friends were keeping her company and her anxieties in check as she got ready for her and Michael’s first date.

She questioned if they could even really classify it as a first date. After all, looking back, they went on a million dates before this one when they lived in Philly. But she supposed neither of them considered those dates at the time. So this was their first official date experience, where the intention was to start something fresh and new. Michael gladly took on the task of planning the evening, which both increased and decreased Charlotte’s anxieties for the night. On one hand, she did not have the worries of planning it and making sure it was fun. But on the other, she had all the anxieties about what the night would hold.

“I do!” And it was true, she did. However, she could tell Michael was the type of man who enjoyed surprises, giving and receiving them. But because Michael was so attentive by nature, he also struck her as a man who made surprises worth the anxiety. “But I trust him. So I know he isn’t taking us anywhere stupid. I just hope this outfit works,” she grumbled as she studied her body in the mirror.

With the precious little he told her, he let her know she did not have to be particularly dressed up. And that she should be prepared for some walking. That let her know it was not a standard dinner date, which she appreciated. So she opted for a bodysuit and black jeans. It showed off the right assets but would work for most activities that were not dinner. She pulled her tried and tested favorite chunky heels out for the night, knowing she could walk a few miles in those before her feet gave out on her.

“I don’t know though, Charlie. He always seemed like the sweet, romantic nigga. So, he’s gonna do this type of shit all the time.”

She nodded, though no one could see her. “Yea I get that vibe too.”

“But Charlie is a hopeless romantic at heart, underneath all that,” Lauren waved her hand in the air to signify all the baggage. “She just needs the right guy to be romantic to her.”

“Fair. And she’s soft too so they are perfect for each other,” Jazz agreed, Charlotte letting out a gasp of annoyance from the bathroom. “I give it two weeks and you’ll be in love with all that romantic sappy surprise shit.”

“Y’all don’t know me as well as you think!” Charlotte called to them as she rounded the corner of her bathroom. She did a spin for the group. “What do we think?”

“Perfect.”

“Your ass looks amazing. He’s definitely gonna want to fuck when the night’s over.”

All of the girls busted out laughing at Jazz’s vulgarness, Jackson’s face immediately twisting up in disgust.

“Sometimes I think y’all forget I’m her brother and that I’m here too. I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“Close your ears then!” Jazz shot back. “Operation ‘Finally Get Charlie Girl Slutted Out’ finally commences.”

Charlotte put a hand over her face in embarrassment, her cheeks blushing slightly at her vulgarness. It was not a surprise that sex was her first thought. One thing Jazz was always going to do is take it there.

“That is not a real thing!” Charlotte shook her head. “We are not giving my sex life an Operation name like it’s a fuckin secret mission.”

Jazz scoffed. “Sorry boo. Too late. LoLo and I started this mission like six months ago.”

Lauren’s shoulders shrugged empathetically as she mouthed sorry.

“Traitor!”

“But seriously… when you gon’ let him fuck you senseless?”

“Jazz! My brother is right there.”

“I turned off my ears. Not listening!”

“Aint nobody worried bout that nigga. Stop avoiding the question.”

Charlotte’s shoulder leaned against the door frame. She picked at her nails as she thought about it.

“I dunno. We almost did it the other night. But he said he felt like it was too haphazard, which I didn’t disagree with. But now I kinda wish we had just done it then.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I think I’m gonna lose my nerve! Like the more I think about it and what it’ll be like, the more freaked out I get and the more I wanna just push it off. I dunno, don’t think he’s the type of nigga whose ever been made to wait long though.”

“That nigga will wait as long as you need him,” Jazz corrected her firmly.

“Don’t tell me you on some stupid Steve Harvey 90-day shit?? Cause nigga definitely ain’t gon’ stick around for that shit,” Jackson finally interrupted their girls chat with his own opinion.

“I thought you weren’t listening??” Lauren asked her husband, all the women laughing at how truly nosey he was.

Charlotte’s face twisted up at the idea. “No, no! Not 90 days. Hell, I don’t think I even have that much self control. I just don’t think I’m ready tonight. I think I’m just too in my head about it? Like how he’ll be, how I’ll be? And… before, sex was just something to get through? Something to endure because I didn’t really have an option or it would just make things worse. I don’t want that to be Bakari and I. But that’s all I know a-and I’m worried that inexperience is gonna show? I mean I’ve never even had an or-” She stopped herself, immediately cringing as she saw the shocked looks on her friends faces. “No. No.” She immediately started to say. “Please pretend I never said that.”

“Absolutely the fuck not, bitch. Please tell me you were about to say some weird position no one has heard of and not that you’ve never had an orgasm??”

“J, baby, girl time. Get out,” Lauren instructed, Jackson happily excusing himself to Charlotte’s living room. Once he was gone, she turned her attention back to Charlotte. “Never?? Like not even once??”

Charlotte shrugged as she picked at her cuticles. “Don’t shame me about it! It’s so embarrassing. And I don’t really know? I don’t think so??”

“If you have to think about it then you most definitely haven’t,” Jazz shook her head. She glanced at Lauren. “Another thing to add to the list.”

“The list?”

“List of reasons we have to murder that dumb ass nigga if we ever see him again.”

“You know some women can’t even orgasm… it’s not as uncommon or weird as you’d think,” Charlotte offered.

“Are you gonna tell Michael about all this??”

Charlotte let out a humorless laugh. “So he can find out another way in which I’m irreversibly damaged?? No thank you. I already dropped so much on him just last weekend. Not trying to give him more reasons to run for the hills.”

Lauren sighed, “Look, sex is as much about communication as it is just about following your desires and wants. You can just go with the flow and see what happens. It could be amazing without any conversation. Or you can put your big girl panties on and make it clear what you want out of the experience and why to ensure he really knows you.”

“And sex with every guy is different,” Jazz offered as she flipped through a magazine. “I’ve been with niggas where I hated one thing until a new nigga came along and made me love it. Don’t let how it was in the past make you think it can’t be fun and enjoyable. And with the right guy, life changing.”

“So your life must’ve been changed a couple times?” Lauren asked, shading her best friend.

“Yes and what about it?? My point is, that’s how it was supposed to be the entire time. I know it’s hard for you but have fun. That’s what dating and sex and all of this is supposed to be anyway - fun. And enjoy the moment with him. And if it happens tonight, great. If it’s 90 days from now, also great.”

“Yea, you’re right. It’s j-” Her cell phone rang interrupting their conversation. “Oh, it's the front desk. He must be here.” She instructed the front desk attendant of her building to let him up. “Ok friends, y’all gotta go before he gets up here.”

“We can’t meet him???”

“No cause y’all are just gonna embarrass me. Out.” She playfully herded them out of her bedroom and toward the front door. She could tell they were all wasting as much time as possible, taking their sweet time grabbing their belongings and jackets.

These niggas, she thought to herself. She was not surprised when the knock at the door made all of them grin like they just won the lottery.

“Don’t embarrass me,” she warned before she checked her hair and makeup in the mirror in the foyer. She opened the door to find Michael with a bouquet of pink roses in his hand.

He let out a low whistle as she gave him a hug and kiss.

“These are for you. You look beautiful,” he offered as he handed her the bouquet.

She watched him for a moment, part of her waiting for the backhanded part of his compliment to come. ‘You look beautiful, but…’ however, it never did.

“T-thank you,” she answered quickly, ushering him inside. “I’m ready, just let me put these in water.”

Michael’s eyes immediately started to take in her apartment, this was his first time there since they started dating. His visual sweep and catalog of things to store away was cut short when his eyes landed on a group of people awkwardly lingering in her living room, staring at him expectantly. He walked in further and started to greet them.

“What’s up? I’m Michael.” He dapped Jackson up and gave Jazz and Lauren brief hugs.

“That’s Jackson, Jazzmine and Lauren and they were just leaving,” Charlotte said as she came up behind them.

“I’m sure we could stay a few minutes and get to know Michael?” Jazz asked innocently.

“Yea I’d love that,” Jackson offered, his serious and intimidating face on. Charlotte rolled her eyes, this is exactly what she hoped to avoid. “Get to know the guy, learn about him and shit.”

“No, no I think y’all should be headed out. Michael has a whole evening planned, I’m sure.” Charlotte narrowed her eyes at her friends.

“Charlie’s right. Out. Both of you. Sorry,” Lauren offered the couple, pushing her husband and their best friend out the door.

“Night guys.” She gave them all hugs before pushing them out of her house.

“Sorry… they wanted a glimpse of you so bad,” she laughed. Michael merely grinned and waved his hand dismissively.

“No worries. It was cute. They are clearly protective of you, it’s sweet. How’d you meet Lauren and Jazzmine?”

Charlotte settled on the edge of the couch as she sat to fasten the ankle straps of her heels.

“Oh, Jazz grew up with Jackson and I. Met her in freshman English homeroom in the 9th grade. Inseparable ever since. Jackson was a year older but we were kinda a package deal at the time. So they became good friends. And I met Lauren at Juilliard. She’s a dancer. Teaches at a ballerina studio in the city. Lo and Jackson met when he came to visit one weekend and it was love at first sight. And thankfully Lo and Jazz hit it off when they finally met too. And we all ended up out here.”

“So that’s your crew?”

“Yep. I would die without those three. Then Lo and I have a couple of other friends we are close to. My eldest sister and brother live on the east coast so it’s harder to spend time with them. But anywho,” she held her arms out as she stood up. “This suitable for where we’re headed?”

“It’s perfect. You look perfect. You ready?”

At her nods, Michael slid his hand into hers and led her out of her apartment and to her car. The car ride was not long, Michael allowing Charlotte to DJ so he could learn more about her musical taste. She definitely was an R&B fan, specifically 90s R&B. But she seemed to have an appreciation for the whole genre. And the activity reminded him of how limitless her own talent for music truly was. She was not just a good singer, she was a student of music. Michael could’ve just sat in the car for hours and listened to her dissect every song, provide her insight to specific choices, highlight samples he did not even recognize. He was kind of sad to end the conversation when they arrived at their destination.

He helped Charlotte out of the car and walked her to a building across the street. It was full of people and bustling with activity.

“Aight, so. I remembered you saying you haven’t seen much of LA yet, even though you’ve been here for a while. So I thought I’d take you somewhere that highlights the best LA has to offer.” He held out his hands. “It’s an art walk. One of the biggest in all of California and the most popular. One weekend in August every year. New and upcoming artists, world-renowned LA natives. If the artist is from LA, they are in here somewhere. This year, they chose to feature only artists of color.”

Charlotte’s eyes grew wide as she took in the scene. It was clearly extremely popular, artists and vendors seemed to pack the half indoor/outdoor space. There were food trucks and other vendors lining the street with a live jazz band playing to create the perfect mood.

“Oh I love this… definitely an A for execution, Mr. Jordan. Perfect first date.”

“I aim to please. And then I got a reservation at your favorite spot.”

“Saffron??” She squealed, an upscale Indian restaurant that Charlotte lived and died by in the city. It was the only restaurant she missed when she was traveling.

“Of course.”

“Wow, if there was a grade higher than A, you’d most certainly get it. This is really nice, thank you.”

The pair laughed and joked as they walked through the exhibits. Charlotte felt pulled in a thousand directions as everything caught her eye. Michael enjoyed watching her. Whether it was sharing their commentary about the different pieces of art and installations or being mesmerized by her passion and interest in each piece, Michael was utterly enthralled by her. And thankful that he had decided to go this route. He knew she would not mind a stuffy, normal dinner date. But he felt as if they had plenty of time for normal dinner dates. He wanted to create memories with her, live out loud, and have a good time. And this felt just right.

The only thing that was, perhaps, odd for them was that they did not hold hands. Or show any type of physical affection. It was not for a lack of desire or want. They both found it fairly difficult to keep their hands off each other. But they had not decided how or when they would go public yet. Charlotte had reservations about coming out as dating her co star in her first major film and Michael was Michael, he knew any woman tied to him romantically would receive scrutiny. They knew they could not keep it hidden forever, especially with the press tour quickly approaching. But they wanted to come out in their own time. So even though they kept close to each other, they hoped that if someone did snag a photo, they would just seem like two friends at an art show, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Oh my god,” Charlotte stopped in front of an easel. “I’ve seen this before,” she pointed at a painting of a black woman standing in the mirror. “Rashad Brooks,” she muttered.

“You know this guy?”

“No not personally. But I’ve seen this painting before, at an art show in New York. This was the centerpiece. His whole series was portraits on perspective. How we don’t see ourselves as others see us. Each piece told a story until you got to this one, the one where she finally sees herself as, not just what she is, but what she wants to be. She sees more for herself and in herself than before. The way her reflection back is a Goddess instead of the negative things she focused on before. And she doesn’t just see it, she materializes it and chooses to act on it. To radiate it outward to the world. See the way the soft gold glow extends in the mirror and around her in real life.”

“What do you like about it?”

Charlotte tilted her head, her eyes drinking the piece in again. It still hit her the same as the first time she saw it.

“I dunno. I always felt it was kinda calling to me in some way? Like it was the message I needed at the time to remember to see more for myself? See it and act on it? If she could see more, why couldn’t I?” She chuckled and gave him an embarrassing smile. “It’s silly, I know.”

“Definitely not silly,” a voice interjected, a man stepping from behind another easel. “It is great to hear someone talk about the piece with such passion. And so accurately. I should take you to my next show. I’m Rashad, the artist.”

Charlotte shook his hand. “So great to meet you. I love your work, it's so realistic and flawless. It is like looking at a photo, so detailed. You’re amazing.”

“I appreciate that. If you are interested in ever coming to a gallery to see more,” he handed her his card. “My website and information is on it.”

Charlotte tucked it into her pocket. She would definitely keep the artist in mind for the day when she was so booked and busy, she did not mind dropping thousands of dollars on a painting. Being forever frugal and anxious that her bookings would dry up or become inconsistent, that just wasn’t her yet.

Charlotte threw another longing glance at the painting before they said goodbye and continued walking toward the next booth. “Ok that was the best thing I’ve seen since we got here.”

“And that’s saying somethin’ cause you’ve said that about almost every artists since we walked in.”

Charlotte laughed and bowed her head. “Sorry, I just love seeing people live in their passions, especially us. All these Black artists taking space and doing what they love day in and day out.” She shrugged. “I guess I miss that energy a lot? It’s just nice to be in a space with that. Thank you for this.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “Easily the best and most creative first date I’ve ever been on.”

“Maybe one day, you’ll get back to your passions. And of course, that’s what I was aimin’ for.”

“It would take an act from God, but maybe.”

“Wanna check out that section over there and then head to dinner?”

“Oh. We couldn’t sta-” Charlotte’s smile faltered a bit and she bit her lip, a question on whether they could stay a bit longer starting to fall from her lips before she stopped herself. She realized it was late, the sun had come and gone since they arrived. However, she just did not want to leave yet and she was having so much fun with him, she desperately wanted to prolong the evening as long as possible. However, an instinct stole the words right out of her mouth and she quickly course corrected, he was ready to go so that meant it was time to go. She forced her smile to grow again, “Y-Yea, that sounds great. Whatever you want, babe.”

“You sure? We can stay longer. We can hang out longer and do Saffron another night?” Michael offered to adjust. He truthfully did not care what they did or where they ended up for dinner. He just made the reservation to ensure they had somewhere nice to go if they wanted to.

“No, no. I want to do the night you planned. Let’s go,” she smiled, gesturing for him to lead the way.

Michael merely nodded and continued walking, biting down his own confusion at her sudden switch up. However, she still seemed like herself, happy and engaged. So, he tried not to harbor on it for too long. They walked around for another 15 minutes or so before getting in his car and heading to dinner.

By the time dinner concluded, Charlotte was more than a little sad to be headed home. She knew the date was going to go well but she had not imagined Michael would put in as much effort as he did to ensure it was something she would like and enjoy.

“I had an amazing time, thank you.” Charlotte offered as Michael walked her to her door.

“So I earned a second date?” He asked playfully.

Charlotte smiled. “You earned a second date before I stepped in the car tonight. And a third one too.”

“Ah so I gotta start earning them again for the fourth one?”

“Yea. Can’t have you thinking I’m easy…” she winked at him. “Call me when you get home?”

“Of course, baby.”

One arm snaked around her waist as he pulled her in for a kiss. They lingered in it for a moment, however, Charlotte knew if she lingered too long, she would invite him in.

“I s-should call it a night,” she muttered against his lips.

Michael nodded, he knew that wasn’t happening tonight but he would be lying if he had not been hoping he was wrong. It wasn’t an issue, he would wait as long as it took. But that did not mean the waiting was easy for him. Especially when she looked like this, perfectly edible and delicious.

“Night, Els.”

“Night.”

Michael lingered for a moment until her door closed shut and he heard the faintest lock of her door. The moment he got in his car, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the business card from Rashad that he swiped from her pocket. It was a crafty bit of thievery on his part, he was thankful she had been too distracted in his embrace to notice. He dialed the number, not shocked to get his voicemail.

“Hey man, this is Michael B. Jordan. I was at the Art Walk tonight and the woman I was with loved one of your paintings. I’d like to buy it if it's still available. And I have a proposition for you. Hit me back when you have a chance. Thanks.”

***

Charlotte hummed quietly to herself, her body wrapped tightly in a blanket on her couch as she wrote on sheet music. A lazy Saturday in the apartment meant songwriting. She just did it for fun and most of the songs were not even good in her opinion. But it got her thoughts out of her head and onto the page, which is often what she needed. And she spent the majority of the day curled up on her couch, her music piling up next to her.

She glanced at her folder of recent songs. Most reflected her melancholy attitude and past, filled with shoes of heartbreak and pain. But today, this song was the exact opposite. It was filled with hope and excitement. It was the first love song she had written in years and she loved it.

Her groove was only interrupted by her cell phone ringing, the front desk number buzzing across her phone.

“Hey Rick, what’s up?”

“Hi Ms. Bennett, sorry to bother you so late but you have a package down here. Can I send the courier up?”

“I didn’t order anything? Who is it from?”

“Umm the courier said the sender’s name is Bakari?”

Charlotte bit her lip and smiled to herself. “Yep, you can send it up.”

She paced up and down the soft rug by her couch as she waited for bated breath for whatever this delivery was. Aside from flowers, she could not even imagine what it could be. She could not recall mentioning wanting anything specific, much less anything she expected her boyfriend of a week to buy her. She did not really expect Michael to buy her anything, preferred it actually. Her experiences made her fiercely independent. She and Michael almost got into showdowns about who would buy dinner. Their date yesterday was the first time she let him pay without an argument beforehand.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She opened to find two men carrying a wide and tall box.

“Hi ma’am. We are gonna unwrap it and if you need help mounting it, we can assist with that.”

She nodded and ushered the two men in. She watched as they ripped all the packaging off. She let out an audible gasp as she took in the painting from her and Michael’s date the night before.

“W-whoa.”

“He included a note.” One of the men handed her a card. Charlotte ripped it open and read it silently.

You said this inspired you to see more. I hope every day you look at this, you are reminded of what I already know: you don’t just deserve more. You deserve everything. And every day is an opportunity to seize it.

Love,

Bakari

“Where would you like it?”

Charlotte glanced up, her hand quickly wiping a stray tear. “O-Oh um…” she glanced around her living room. She glanced at the dreaded bare wall behind her couch that she could never quite figure out what to do with. She painted it to give an accent wall but could never find the right piece to hang there. “There,” She pointed to it. “Right in the center.”

She watched patiently as the two men hung the painting for her and then left her apartment. The moment they were gone, she called Bakari.

“Hey baby, painting get there?”

“Yes… Thank you, it is stunning and amazing… and it’s too much, babe,” she rambled. It was not that she did not like it, she loved it and adored it. But she did not know if she could or should accept such an extravagant gift when they had only been dating for mere days. “It’s amazing and beautiful and you’re amazing for buying it. But it is too much, you gotta let me pay you back for it.”

Michael immediately laughed at the absurdity of her statement. “That ain’t how gifts work, baby girl.”

“But it’s too…”

“Too what?”

“Extravagant. I saw the price for this last night. It was thousands of dollars.”

“Yes and getting you something that made you as happy as this painting did was worth every penny.”

Charlotte’s voice grew small. “You sure?? I-I just don’t want to feel like I owe you.”

“Els. Baby, it’s just a painting. One that didn’t break the bank or anything close to it. I saw how happy it made you and how much you connected with it and I thought you’d like it. I just want you to enjoy it. It’s a gift, no strings attached. You don’t owe me anything and I wouldn’t accept anything if you tried. I promise. Just enjoy it, babe.”

Charlotte stared at the painting as he spoke, her heart swelling at having the piece in her home. It felt like a full circle moment. She felt as if this piece of art spoke to the fundamental reason she wanted to go into the arts herself, because it has the power to change the course of someone’s life. This painting, this beautiful piece of art, was one of several things that saved her life.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I’m ruining it, aren’t I?”

“You could never ruin anything. I just want you to know when I give you something, there ain’t no ulterior motives. I just want to see you smile. You smilin’? Cause it feels like you aren’t?”

“I am… truly. This is just the nicest thing anyone has ever bought me. I’ll send you a picture, it looks perfect here.”

“You hung it in the living room?”

“Yea.”

“Good, I thought that’d be a good spot for it. Alright love, I just got home so let me call you when I get out of the shower? Enjoy the painting.”

She sat in one of her arm chairs so she could stare at it, her feet tucked up underneath her.

You deserve more, she thought to herself. This is most certainly more. Embrace it.

“I will. You’re amazing. Thank you.”

The couple hung up the phone, Charlotte grabbing her glass of wine and sheet music from across the table and setting her eyes on the painting. She just sat there for over an hour and stared at it. She found the longer she looked, the more details she found, the more beautiful it became to her. She sighed and pulled out her phone. She snapped a photo and sent it to the group chat that contained her best friends and brother with a simple message:

The romantic surprise king strikes again

The chime of a text immediately filled the room.

Jazz: See? Not even a day and she already loves that shit. Alright Lo, get ready to fight over maid of honor

Charlotte knew the group chat was about to dissolve into madness at that so she put them on mute and tossed the phone on the table as she went to her baby grand piano in her living room. Her song was unfinished but new inspiration had struck in the form of an unexpected but perfect gift. And where inspiration struck, she had to follow.

***

“Can you believe that shit??” Michael grinned as Charlotte doubled over in her seat, tears springing to her eyes as she laughed. “It’s not that funny, Els.”

“Y-Yes, it is,” she hiccuped, clutching her chest. “Like how’d they make that mistake??” She shook her head. “These white folks… they really can’t tell us apart at all.”

“I know! Same name but Michael and I don’t look alike at all. Just googled a nigga named Michael and took the first photo they saw.” The pair were sharing a laugh about E News’ latest article on Michael, which included a picture of Michael Ealy instead. They submitted a correction but she and Michael could not help but laugh at the jokes on social as Black Twitter dragged the publication for such an obvious mistake.

“I know! He’s wayyyy cuter,” she winked and smirked at him as she took a sip of her wine.

“Ha. ha. So you got jokes??”

She raised her hands in surrender. “Now you know there is no one as handsome as you, babe. Promise.”

“Nice save, baby.” A vibrating noise against their dinner table interrupted their banter, Michael immediately picking up his phone. “Oh shoot. I gotta take this. It’s my agent. Sorry, baby.” He quickly removed himself from the table, but not before bestowing a soft kiss to Charlotte’s head before he navigated to the front of the restaurant. They were tucked away in the back, prayerful no one noticed them.

Charlotte twisted in her seat to watch him retreat for a moment, a dopey smile painted on her face as she basked in how well things had been going so far. The two months since their first date had flown by so fast, she almost wished time would slow down a bit. She wanted to savor every single moment with him, holding tightly to these memories they were creating. Every compliment, every joke, every deep conversation, every dream and aspiration they shared with one another. She did not want them to be washed away by the swiftness of time. And she did not want the sweetness of the honeymoon phase to end. She wanted to bask in how he allowed her to just be herself around him. Michael felt like the rarest of fresh air and now that she had taken a breath of it, she just wanted to soak it up and never be without it again.

"Excuse me? Are you Charlotte Bennett?"

Charlotte glanced up from her menu to find a young man from the wait staff staring at her expectantly. She still had not grown accustomed to people recognizing her. Typically when they were out, Michael would get recognized by one or two people. But she still enjoyed a life under the radar. It did not happen enough for it to sink in just yet that people in the world were remotely interested in meeting her.

“Yes?”

"I thought so!” She watched as his entire being lit up, his voice flooding with excitement and joy. He appeared to exude a whole new energy that made Charlotte’s heart happy. “Sorry, I am just a huge fan. I saw you the first night you had to understudy for the actress playing Roxie in Chicago. I still have the playbill from that night in my apartment. First performance I ever saw and you… you made me want to be an actor. Not a singer though, my family says I'm dreadful.”

Charlotte’s hand went to her heart as she took in his words. “I doubt that! But thank you so much.” She still remembered that night, the biggest night of her career up until that point, and another moment overshadowed by the chaos that was her personal life. That performance had catapulted her into a new, albeit short-lived, fame in the theater world. It was a wave she had hoped to ride right off into the sunset of Broadway legends but instead, she had to detour, something she never fully recovered from. However, it was healing in some fashion to know that, however short it had been and even if it didn’t look as she had wanted, it had meant something to someone. “You honestly have no idea how much that means to me.”

"Of course! I just love you. I try to watch every single thing you're in."

"It's not a lot, I'm afraid. But I’m getting there.”

He merely waved his hand to dismiss her self-deprecation. “Please, you’re gonna take this city by storm. Just know you got at least one fan who’ll be front row for it all.” His eyes left Charlotte’s to scan the restaurant. “I better go before my boss sees me chatting. Struggling actor gig. I'm saving up so I can audition for Juilliard next year and move to New York. Been acting in local plays while I'm at community college."

She gestured toward his pen and notepad. She knew it was for his work but she did not carry around paper and pens so this was the only thing available. “Can I?” She almost wanted to laugh at how quickly he relinquished his work materials. She scribbled her name and personal email on the pad. I won't claim to be able to open many or really any doors but if there's anything I can do, let me know?"

The young man looked like he was about to go faint. "Really??"

"Yea... us penguins, future and alumni, gotta stick together, right? What’s your name?” She tore off the sheet and handed it to him, which he quickly folded and stuffed in his pocket.

“Jamal. A-and thank you so much! You are amazing. I really appreciate it. Sir.” Charlotte glanced behind her to find Michael returning to the table, the young man giving him a polite and professional smile.

"Hey man, how you doing?" Michael asked as he sat down.

Charlotte suddenly felt this wave of deja vu hit her, which was immediately followed by a panic she imagined beginner surfers actually felt when they crashed into an actual wave. She immediately cleared her throat and straightened up from her relaxed position. Her natural smile was gone, a tighter forced one took its place, filled with the tension that spread rapidly through her body like a virus.

"Oh shoot, that's my manager. You're amazing, thank you."

"O-of course," she offered as he returned to his work, barely hearing his words over the pounding of her own heart.

She tried to hide it, the fact that she felt like she was drowning in her own panic. She did not know where it came from, could not pinpoint what caused it because nothing in the room had changed. But she felt it, sucked deeper and deeper down into this black hole of terror. And every time she tried to swim back to the top, free herself from it, flashes of pain and pangs of fear rained down on top of her again, forcing her body back under. And she did not see a clear way to fight herself out of it. She started to reach for her glass but immediately retracted her hand when she noticed the slight tremble. She slid them under her thighs, hopeful Michael would not notice. That was one thing she had never gotten good at, hiding her fear. She imagined it read so clearly across her face.

She glanced up at him every few minutes as they both tried to decide what to order. Charlotte was not even hungry anymore but she went through the motions, pretending to study the menu while she really studied him. Every quick glance was intended to size him up, search his usually warm eyes for any hint of anger or annoyance. However, he did not give anything away. She found nothing except his usual kind and playful look as he scanned the menu. He muttered to himself as he decided between two items. And despite that, she felt no reassurance and the tight claws fear had in her chest did not loosen or budge.

"You decide what you want to get?” When his question was met with no response, he tried again. "Els... baby?"

It was Michael’s turn to examine her from across the table, bewildered to find a completely different demeanor than when he left the table a few minutes prior. He knew her well enough to pick up on certain subtleties that showed her true emotions. The way her shoulders hiked up to her ears with tension, the way her eyes avoided his, the tightness in her jaw as if she were bracing for something, the way her whole body seemed to shake, the sheer panic painted in her eyes that she was so clearly trying to hide with a neutral expression but failed at.

“Els!” He called out a bit louder, the young woman finally looking at him. “You good?”

She merely nodded, forcing a fake smile on her face.

Michael would not claim to be an expert on Charlotte just yet. Though he felt like he was close. If this were a degree program, he, at least, had a bachelors and was getting to work on his masters. However, he definitely knew when she was and was not ok. And this was far from ok.

“Nah, none of that shit. What’s wrong?” He immediately realized where he went wrong just a few minutes ago and sighed. “I know… our rule. No phones on date night. Sorry about that. This deal is just supposed to be wrapped up tonight and the last pieces are just…” he shook his head and let out another sigh. “Also no work talk. Sorry. Everything is sorted so no more phones.” He emphasized his words by turning his phone off and sliding it into his jacket pocket.

Charlotte felt as if her brain short circuited every time Michael apologized unprompted for something. Often, like right now, he did not even need to apologize but when he did, she could always tell he was sincere. Accountability from a man was a new one, another thing she was not fully used to yet.

"O-Oh no, no. D-don't... don't apologize. No biggie."

"Then why do you seem upset?"

"Umm…” She chewed her lip as she considered her words carefully, hopeful that she would not make the situation worse. Her hands twisted the white napkin in her lap, turning the fabric over and over to release some of her tension. “T-that waiter.” She pointed back toward the direction the young man went when he left their table. “He's an actor, wants to go to Juilliard. Saw me once in a show, said he was a fan. I was j-just giving him my email in case I could be useful.”

"That's really sweet of you, love.” When her panicked expression did not change, Michael stared at her expectantly, figuring there must be more to the story or something he missed. Because he did not understand how that explained why she was upset. "That... it? Or is something else wrong?”

"N-No, no. I-I just want you to know there wasn't a-anything else to it." She paused, her eyes bouncing anxiously from her hands to him. "Y-You believe me, don't you?"

Her words cycled through Michael’s head several times as he searched and searched like an investigator for the issue, why she would question whether he believed her, why she looked so terrified. However, it was not until he reviewed the whole conversation over again that the realization hit him. The first story she ever told him about her ex floating to his mind, how he gave her a concussion because she dared speak to another man. Michael bowed his head, exhaling a bit of the anger that simmered beneath the surface every time this happened, which was far more often than he would have anticipated.

Michael knew he needed to do more to address this sort of behavior but he was not sure what to do. For the most part, the last three months of their relationship was everything Michael wanted and could’ve hoped for. He knew he made the right choice in pursuing Charlotte, she felt like the person he had been waiting for his whole life. However, there were moments when he was harshly reminded that the beautiful field that was Charlotte was filled with gorgeous flowers and the occasional well-hidden landmine. And he never knew exactly when he would accidentally step on one and she did not seem to know where exactly they were buried. He knew there had to be more he could do to be proactive, to see these triggers before he accidentally stomped on them. But they still caught him off guard every single time.

They never discussed it, her panic or reactions that seemed so natural that he questioned whether she even noticed the overreactions sometimes. Each time, he would merely assure her they were ok and they moved on, kept walking until the next explosion. It was not sustainable.

And he hated it, hated the way her eyes searched for his permission sometimes, how she profusely apologized for simple mistakes or miscommunications, how her entire being would become paralyzed with fear like right now. She was still herself, the Charlotte he fell madly in love with. But all the pieces she said were broken were slowly being revealed. And while he did not see them as ‘broken,’ they were mending, he also was at a loss on how to help that process and not accidentally make it worse.

He held out his hand, a nonverbal request to touch her, which she accepted.

Good sign, he thought to himself. At least she didn’t hesitate to let me touch her.

His thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist gently for a few moments. He felt more at ease as he watched her relax a bit. It was not a lot and she likely did not even notice, but he could see some of the tension leave her body slowly but surely.

“One, of course, I believe you, Els. I trust you completely. And two, you know you don’t owe me an explanation of the conversations you have or people you talk to right?”

She scratched her head with her free hand. “Y-yea, I know.” Though her tone was not fully convincing to him. “I j-just felt like… I just didn’t want you to think it was something it wasn’t… or whatever. Or feel disrespected or something? S-so we’re good?” Her voice was still small and timid, her fear still evident in every syllable. “You aren’t angry with me?”

He could tell that she was waiting for him to flip the script on her, to finally showcase anger she thought he was hiding. But the only anger he had was directed at a person not at the dinner table with them, a person who lived on another coast, which meant Michael could not find him and use his face as a punching bag.

“I would never be mad over some shit like that, Charlotte. You did a nice thing for an up and coming actor and I think that shit’s great. We’re good.”

“T-thanks, babe. S-sorry, I just didn’t want-”

“Charlotte. Baby.” He cut her off. “Relax. No more explaining or apologizing cause you ain’t got shit to apologize for. We’re good, I swear.”

Charlotte chose to give Michael the final word and take his word for it. Charlotte shook her shoulders out a bit, forcing her body to relax. Their evening progressed without incident, though there was a dark cloud that loomed over them now, neither one of them fully themselves. But neither said anything about it either. They just progressed through dinner as if nothing had happened, making conversation about meaningless topics while both of their brains ran amuck with their own individual insecurities. Charlotte worried that she soured the mood and he truly was mad at her, just waiting for a private place to unleash it, and Michael obsessed over how he could convince her that the reaction she feared would never come.

After he dropped Charlotte off at home, with several more assurances that he was not mad at her at all, he went home and pulled out his laptop.

The wee hours of the morning found Michael still in front of that screen, a notebook filled with notes, best practices, resources, and information on how to support someone with PTSD. But given everything he read about abuse that night, things that made his stomach turn and his anger increase to unfathomable levels, he felt that could be the only explanation. And his research helped him understand her a bit better. By the time he closed his laptop, his human need for sleep outweighing his active brain’s desire to unpack his Els and understand her, he did feel he was armed with some tools, or at least more than he had before. He knew he could not heal her, only time and work could do that. But he could be more supportive, more assuring, prioritize ensuring she knew she had choice and agency with him and could create boundaries that he would respect.

He wondered if it would be enough but he was resolved to try. Because she was worth every effort he could give to make her feel safe and loved, and to show her something she had not experienced before: real love. He was different and he would do whatever it took to show her that because she deserved everything he had to give. She deserved his very best.

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