#and now shes barely eating wet food

[iwasraisedfromperdition]

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[senseiwu]

MISAKO IS SO PATIENT

She waits until I finish pouring out her food before starting to eat

What a patient baby

I'm used to feeding Wallace. Man just sticks his head in the bowl as soon as one morsel touches it. I used to have to hold him back so dry food wouldn't go everywhere, and so wet food wouldn't get all over his face

[ragazza-paradiso]

watching your pet slowly dying is the worst most heartbreaking thing on this planet

[jackies-ear]

Got all my furniture and whatever I had boxed/bagged up moved over in the uhaul today

I hadn’t even looked at the kitchen so that’s this weekend/next weeks project

My closet didn’t get packed at all, just the dresser so we could move it, and whatever clothes I washed last night, so I have like shorts and workout clothes and underwear, which is fine for a couple days (and honestly prob all of work next week bc I have all my shorts and work shirts). I have the pair of shoes I wore today.

Got a bunch of books still at the other place bc I only emptied my bookcase, but there’s a built-in bookcase that I didn’t touch (and actually added books to to get them off my shelves)

There’s just random crap in my room and the living room

I don’t have any food. I emptied my standing pantry to move it but totally didn’t grab the box/bags, but it’s fine bc I don’t have dishes or cookware or anything! And haven’t touched the fridge/freezer

And then like holiday stuff and cleaning stuff, but we need to clean there before I bring it over

So a lot moved, A Lot still need to be moved

And then cleaning

Bed and mattress are coming Saturday 🤞 so I’m sleeping on the futon til then :(

and I forgot my bag of bags of tools/screws/etc for all the furniture I moved over so I can’t put anything back together :(

[vakariansmonocle]

me: we need cat food

ppl i live with besides my wife: doubt

me, literally the next day: :))) we are out of cat food you fucking idiots

[moonalumi]

road-tripping with ellie ( fluff + smut )

warnings- lots of fluff in the first half, car sex. ellie and reader aren’t really dom or sub just horny, fingering (r receiving) , thigh grinding, SCISSORING/TRIBBING AHHHH, also ellie being a loser, overstimulation

palestine help master post

honestly the idea was stupid. ellie suggested it first and it took her so long to finally convince you.

“ellie no nevermind! your cars already breaking down and it’s only been an hour on the road.” you yell out the window so ellie; who’s “fixing” her car, can hear.

“babe it’s fine it’s just the air conditioning that broke, we can just roll down all the windows” she says slamming the hood of the car and slouching back into the drivers seat. she’s already glistening with sweat after only being outside for a couple minutes.

you roll your eyes at her wiping the sweat off her forehead, “you’re acting like you were working hard, fixing the car when all you were doing was staring at it.”

“hey!!” ellie acts offended, “at least i wasn’t just sitting here complaining.”

ellie starts up the car again and drives off again. the wind practically smacking you in the face. ellie laughs at your discomfort and leaves a reassuring hand on your bare thigh, “aw babe you wanna get ice cream then or something to cool off?”

you nod and turn your thighs away from ellie, faking being angry at her. el knows your antics by now n merely laughs at you, squeezing your thigh before pulling up into an ice cream shop.

ellie collects her keys and wallet and opens her car door before realizing you haven’t even moved from your seat yet, “babe are you coming with me?” she asks, eyebrows all knit together with a look of concern.

“no just get me a vanilla cone.” you reply dryly. not even sparing ellie a glance.

“it’s gonna get really hot in here are you sure?” she asks again.

“yes ellie go!”

ellie smiles before hoping out the car to treat her angry girlfriend with ice cream. and she’s smiling again when coming back to the car and hands you your ice cream through your open window.

“for you because you’re my beautiful princess and i love you so much” ellie leaves a big wet smooch to your cheek that has your nose crinkling.

“ew ellie shut up you’re so cheesy, don’t kiss me” you wipe her spit off your cheek as you take your ice cream cone from her hand.

ellie settles in her seat again, “oh cmon you used to love my cheesy little lines.” you give ellie a side eye to which she laughs at.

“awe babe cmon you can’t be mad at me anymore i got you ice cream.” she places her clammy hand on your thigh once again and you wince.

“ellie!!! theres melted ice cream on your hand and it’s all sticky—“ ellie smirks and only grips your thigh harder, “ewww don’t touch me!!!” you squeal and she chuckles, licking the melted vanilla ice cream off her fingers.

“there it’s clean. can i touch you princess?” she teases.

“you’re so gross and annoying, i hate you i don’t know why i’m dating you.”

ellie leans in with the biggest dorkiest smile on her cute face, “because you love meeee.” you can feel her eyes searching for yours.

so you turn to face her, “i do love you els.” you smile back at her and peck the corner of her lips, “love you so much.”

you can see ellie’s cheeks gets impossibly redder as if they weren’t already flushed pink from the heat.

“now can you drive to some cute park or something before we drive again. i don’t wanna see highways anymore” you ask your girlfriend.

“of course baby” she says before leaving you alone to enjoy your ice cream on the drive.

———

“babe stop eating all the good fruits!! you always steal my food.” ellie complains as she eats what she got herself from the ice cream shop.

“that’s what happens when you get a girlfriend ellie.” you tease.

the scenery of the park is rather beautiful. there’s a large pond with tall willow trees lining the edges of it. the sun glistening on the waters surface making it look sparkly. you and ellie occasionally throwing fruits at the birds only after frantically searching up if the fruits were okay for birds to eat. but with no service you decided just fuck it maybe it’ll be okay.

ellie of course, parked in the shadiest most secluded part of the park; claiming it was for the romantics and so “we can have privacy while we makeout.”

she wasn’t wrong though because the second you two finished eating your little treats, ellie was practically begging with her eyes for you to makeout with her.

ellie’s big eyes turning more and more half lidded every time you separated from each other to catch your breaths. her hands getting more touchy. they’re moving from holding your hand to your jaw to behind your neck to push you deeper into the kiss.

the longer you kiss her and separate the cuter she looks. her lips are getting puffy and pinker and glistening with the combination of both your salivas. her tongue peeks out to lick her lips before she’s attacking your face again. then kissing down your neck. leaving a trail of wet open mouth kisses down to your collarbone.

“babe…smooch smooch… please” ellie whispers through her kisses. her hand pulling your hair back to have better access to your neck.

“you wanna go in the back el?” you ask pulling back to see her face. she nods and scrambles into the back. just crawling, jumping over the back and fumbling around to find a comfy spot and to leave enough space for you.

you shortly join her and straddle her lap. ellie smiles while looking up at you as you brush her hair away from her face and cupping it.

“you look so cute elzy, you want me?”

“mhm please” she mumbles out, muffled now that her face in smushed in between the cleavage of your tits.

“take these off then,” you hook your finger over the waistband of her jeans and sit off her lap to take your own pants off.

the whole ‘taking off pants’ process took seconds but in those mere seconds the sun managed to pierce through the shade that ellie cautiously parked her car in and heat started pooling into the already stuffy back seat of the car.

you hurriedly straddle ellie’s lap again. her mouth attacking you with harsher kisses and bites all over from your neck to your exposed tits thanks to ellie pulling down your tank top.

“mmm babe you taste so good” she mumbles with her lips all squished against your skin.

“w-what no im sweaty?” you question out of breath as you unconsciously grind on her thigh.

ellie’s attention gets diverted from your tits to the roll of your hips on her thigh, “augh shit babe m’sorry not giving her enough attention”

her fingertips shakily find their way to your clit. then down to your hole and smearing your slick all over your folds.

“elll” you beg thrusting your pussy to follow her fingers.

ellie pants and whimpers the second her fingers enter your hole, it’s like she’s the one getting fingered with all the huffing she’s making. her lips find yours as she thrusts her fingers in and out. her knuckles already getting wet from your slick.

ellie’s still a nervous wreck during sex even though you’ve done it a couple of times together. her fingers are still shaky inside you, she’s not keeping an even pace and her thumb is fumbling around not knowing whether to rub at your clit or not.

“babe w-wait,” you push ellie away a little and she gives you the cutest confused look. before she can even talk you give her a kiss and grab at her thighs and spread them apart. sitting your pussy right atop of hers and a moan leaves the both of you. ellie gives you a lazy smile and her hands plant right on your hips.

“that feel good?” you ask her. even though you already know the answer she looks lost in bliss.

her head leaned back against the headrest and she just looks so sexy all sweaty in nothing but her tank top and in need of pussy. whining and whimpering and thrusting her cute bush covered pussy up to meet your clit.

you wrap your arms around her neck and press your forehead against hers as your rut harder against her. you can feel her clit throbbing against yours and it just makes the pleasure of watching your two pussies coating each other with cum and the sight of ellie’s body under you. her abs contracting as she cums.

“babe babe aughh ohh fuck!” ellie whimpers out. her eyes squeezing shut from the pleasure.

the sound of wetness and squelching becomes so much louder the faster you grind on her. ellie’s moans getting higher and higher pitched as she becomes increasingly more sensitive after her orgasm.

“ellie im so close please hold on” you breathe out. ellie tries holes back the volume of her moans and instead squeezing your hips as she takes your grinds.

you squeeze ellie in for a hug as you cum on her pussy. kissing the top of her head and slowing down to a limp stop when you’re done.

you and ellie catch your breaths before the heat becomes unbearable. both of you are dripping sweat on each other. still half naked with cum in between your legs.

“babe-fuck what are we cleaning up with” you ask sitting up and watch as the strings of cum that connect you two break.

ellie grabs a random shirt she had stuffed in the bags and hands it to you, “just use that it’s whatever” she helps guide your shaky legs to sit next to her and clean each other up.

both of you still out of breath, and heaving immediately drive to a store to get some waters and maybe some cleaning supplies because the backseat definitely has you and ellie’s babies still on it.

[lcriedlastnight]

coming home after a shitty day and napping with lando is all a girl needs. you both wake up at midnight rambling, barely even awake, then go straight back to sleep again cause god what i would DO to be wrapped up in his arms all cosy and warm mmfghds

ugh so true anon! i need me some of this pls. also i might've gotten carried away with this one teehee, she was only supposed to be a baby blurb!

tw: fem!reader, swears maybe, lmk if you want me to add anything.

w/c: 1.3k

this day was seriously one from hell, you were sure of it. throught no fault of his own, lando had made you late for work this morning. you were too busy admiring his sleeping face to realise that an hour had passed and you were not even out of bed yet. you had rushed around trying to get ready. your makeup was not sitting right on your face, so it took you twice as long to get ready because you had to take it off and start again.

then last night, when you had put your uniform into the dryer, you did not even notice that the machine was not even plugged in, so your clothes were still wet and you had no time to dry them. lando had told you not to go to work in wet clothes or you would end up with a cold but you had snapped at him, asking what he thought you should do seeing as you were already running late and had no other options.

lando knew about how stressed being late made you, he knew it made you freak out, even though you would be fine, so he offered to run your hairdryer over them to see if he could make it any better seeing as you told him you had no time to plug the actual dryer in. lando forced you to quickly eat some breakfast, so you do that then brush your teeth. by the time you pull your uniform on, it was still wet but it was a little bit better. you kiss lando goodbye and rush out the door.

you had called the cafe you worked in while you were driving there, explaining that you were on your way and how sorry you were for running late. you made up some bullshit excuse that your car would not start and they had believed it. the first good thing to happen today.

once you had actually gotten to work the place was swarming with people, you had never, ever seen it like this before. it was so difficult trying to force your way through the crowd to even get inside.

you saw your coworker and had asked what was going on and she just shrugged. the rush had lasted three hours. you and all the staff were rushed off your feet the whole time, and then for an hour afterwards because the place was a dump and it was a five man job to clean it up.

the one thing that you usually looked forward to on the days you were working and lando was with you was having lunch together, but of course today that hadn't gone to plan either. because of the rush you had completely missed your usual break time by hours and that had made you miss your usual meeting with your boyfriend. today was one of those days where you felt like you needed it the most too. you had taken a sneaky ten minutes to cry in the stockroom. whoever was watching the cameras then would have had a great laugh.

lando also usually brought your lunch to you so you never brought food with you to work when lando was at home so that caused you to have to go down the street and buy food, which you hated because it rubbed in the fact that you were not sitting with you boyfriend, laughing about something funny he had seen on instagram right now.

an hour before your shift had ended you had ended up with a hole in your trousers. you were so embarrassed because the sound of the fabric ripping apart was so loud you were sure they could hear it down the street. you had asked your manager if you could new ones but she had told you the new uniform shipment was not due for another three weeks, so you had to go the next three weeks with ripped trousers. 'this day cannot get any worse' you had thought to yourself. it did.

once your shift had finally ended, you jumped into your car and did not look back. turns out you had left your phone in your locker so you had to turn back.

walking through the doors of your shared flat with lando had felt like literal heaven. it was fleeting as seconds later, you heard laughs and shouts coming from lando's gaming room. he was busy. the only thing you wanted after your shift from hell was to come home in lay in lando's arms. you felt bad interrupting him and you did not even know if he was streaming or not so you left him to it. you peel your clothes off and jump in for the quickest shower you had probably ever been in.

you had no motivation to made dinner for yourself so you treat yourself to the leftovers from whatever lando had made himself and collapse onto the couch.

"hi honey! you're home?" lando asks. you did not know when he had came through but you mumble your reply into the couch pillow anyways. it does not take a genius to work out you were upset and lando being lando, well he did what he knew best. he saunters over and crawls up behind you, arms pulling you into his chest. it takes a little shuffling to make it work but once you were both comfortable and content wrapped in each others arms, you let out a content sigh.

"bad day, pretty?" lando mumbles into your neck, pressing light, innocent kisses in his wake. you groan as his words remind you about your nightmare of a day.

"just kept getting worse." you pout, reflecting on the worst parts of your day. lando coos against your skin, it tickles and brings a smile to your once moody face.

"my poor girl, you're so brave." lando jokes. "i think someone needs a little nap, hm?" lando suggests. usually you would protest, who goes for a nap at seven thirty at night but you knew that this time, there was not a bone in your body that was saying no. in lieu of answering you just move yourself so that lando's chin was resting on your head, and you were hiding in his chest. "just for a little bit." you mumble. lando hums then you are asleep minutes later.

when you come to it is dark in the living room. you had not slept for a little while, like what you had told lando. it seems that he had also fallen asleep. you barely feel like you have woken up, but you know you have because of the discomfort of the two of you falling asleep on the couch.

"lan, wake up." you grumble with a less than gentle tap to his cheek.

"lan, we need to go to bed." you try again.

"m'already in bed. go back to sleep." lando mutters as he tries to shush you by pulling your head back into his chest. your next words are muffled by lando's hoodie. you fight a little against the hand on the back of your head, keeping it where lando wants it, trying to get him to move to the bed.

lando groans, one hand moving to sling over the back of the couch to grab the throw cover you keep there. he then, in one quick move your half asleep brain cannot even begin to compute, he pulls you on top of him and wraps the fluffy cover over the top of you.

"there, y'comfy now so jus' go t'sleep please, baby." lando pleads, bringing a hand to move under your pyjama top to run across the plain of your back. you keen at his soft, warm touch.

"kay." lando grins and tangles his legs with yours, wanting to be as close to you as he possibly could be.

"don't bitch tomorrow when you have a sore back." you warn him, words slurred with the sleep that was seconds away.

lando huffs. "worth it."

[cameronsprincess]

Sharing is Caring — J.B x JJ x Reader

— summary: your boyfriends best friend is going through some shitty times, and John B. knows the best way to cheer him up.

— CW: smut! 18+ only! threesome, oral (fem and male receiving), some hair pulling, lots of praise.

— note: hehehehe hiii. soo i love writing rafe x jj x reader, but.. here’s jb x jj x reader bc why not😈 also, yes. yes i did use a pic of chase, rudy and madelyn… sue me. that’s not me saying reader is white, i just couldn’t find any other pics of two guys n a girl.

You always knew John B. and JJ shared everything. From food, to beds, to clothes. There was nothing those two didn’t share, except for you.

John B. had never been willing to let anyone else touch his girl… Until now.

You remember the conversation clearly, your boyfriend approaching you and saying, “Babe, JJ really needs us both.. He’s been going through it, a lot worse than usual..”

You remember not fully understanding what exactly John B. meant, but he’d made sure to be 100% clear with his intentions, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with his plan before he brought it up to JJ.

And that’s what landed you here, JJ in your arms, tears running down his face as he kissed at the skin of your neck, whispering sweet words to you as you held him, letting him have his way with you while John B. sat behind you, arms protectively wrapped around your middle and stroking the skin of your bare stomach.

“Thank you, thank you both..” JJ whimpered, his lips kissing sloppily at your neck.

You shush him, running your fingers through his messy blond locks. “Shhh, you know we’re here for you, J. Always. Let’s take your mind off everything, yeah?”

He nods his head furiously, bright, teary blue eyes staring back at you as you slowly pull your white tank top over your head. His eyes automatically fall to your bra clad chest, soaking in your perfectly round breasts.

“She’s so pretty, JB.” JJ coos as one of his large palms cups at your tits, kneading the plump flesh softly.

John B. smirks, watching as his best friend toys with your perfect tits. “Yeah, I know. Enjoy it, she’s here to help you.”

JJ harshly yanks at the cups of your bra, pulling them down and letting your tits spring free. His fingers find your hard nipples, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger before he dips his head down and sucks one into his mouth.

You moan softly, JJ’s lips sucking and biting at your sensitive nipple while John B’s hands trail down your sides and into your denim shorts. JB’s fingers push down and into your silk panties, finding your clit and toying with it, pulling another soft moan from you.

“Fuck, John B, need more, please.” you beg, bucking your hips upward.

John B’s lips land on your shoulder, leaving soft kisses up and down your arm and neck as his fingers rub through your slick pussy.

“Sound so pretty when you beg for me, mama. Let’s let JJ taste this sweet pussy though, you okay with that?”

You bite at your bottom lip, staring back at JJ as he lets your nipple fall from his lips. He’s breathing heavy, lips slightly parted as he eyes you cautiously. “You ain’t gotta let me if you don’t-” JJ begins, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth.

“No, I want you to. Please, JJ. Please eat my pussy.”

JJ grins, pushing himself back and watching as John B slowly works the button and zipper of your shorts. JB slowly pushes the material down your legs, your panties going along with them, baring your soaked pussy to JJ who sucks in a sharp breath.

“Damnit. She’s so fucking wet, JB. You sure this is okay?”

John B nods his head slowly. “Course. We’re here to help you, JJ. Go on. She’s so fucking sweet.”

JJ cautiously settles between your legs. His large hands grip at your thighs, spreading them open wider for him as he lays on his stomach and dips his head down, inhaling the sweet scent of your arousal.

A low hum of satisfaction fills the air, and you gasp when JJ leaves soft, slow kisses on your inner thighs. He works his mouth up the smooth flesh, sinking his teeth into the soft skin occasionally. When his mouth reaches your soaked core, he pauses, blue eyes looking up to find John B’s deep brown ones. John B. is busy toying with your hardened nipples, pausing his actions to meet his best friends stare, a small crease in his brow. “You good, Jay?” JB would ask.

JJ would nod his head, shaking the intrusion of thoughts that swarmed his head. John B. said it was fine, he needed to stop stressing that this would cause a strain on his friendship.

He dips his head back down, his tongue darting out to lick a long, hot stripe through your arousal slick folds. He curses under his breath at how fucking sweet you taste, “Fuck, she is so sweet.” He murmurs before diving in and devouring your pussy like it was his last meal.

Your chest heaves up and down, fingers tightly gripping John B’s thigh as JJ licks, sucks and fingers your sensitive cunt. John B. slowly lifts your head from his lap, removing himself from his position on the bed. JJ halts his actions, two thick fingers shoved deep inside you while he warily eyes his best friend.

John B gives him a small grin, “Just gonna flip her over so I can fuck her pretty mouth.”

JJ pulls his fingers from inside you, shoving them in this mouth and licking them clean as he watches John B effortlessly flip you onto your stomach. John B lands a harsh slap on your bare ass cheek, “Ass in the air baby, let JJ make you cum while you choke on my dick.”

You quickly obey your boyfriend’s demand, shifting onto your knees and placing your ass up and in the air. JJ smirks at the sight of your soaked pussy, ass swaying back and forth, waiting on his lips and tongue to reclaim their place on your swollen clit.

John B. quickly works his basketball shorts down his legs, boxers following closely behind. Your eyes watch intently as his long, hard cock springs free, precum already leaking from the tip. You’d never get over how big your boyfriend was.

John B. situates himself back on the bed, his hands gripping tightly at the back of your head and shoving your mouth down and on his cock. “That’s it, baby girl, choke on my dick. You know how I like it.”

You suck in a breath of air through your nose, hollowing your cheeks and begin sucking and licking every inch of your boyfriend’s length. You gag around him when the swollen head hits the back of your throat, but you quickly begin breathing through your nose and focusing on the pleasure JJ’s tongue was giving you once more.

The room is filled with the sounds of grunts, moans and all three of your heavy breathing. Your pussy clenches around JJ’s fingers as he continues to finger you and suck fervently at your clit. “I- ‘m gonna cum, J, shit!”

You moan loudly around John B’s cock as the band snaps, an earth shattering orgasm rushing through you and soaking JJ’s tongue and fingers.

John B continues harshly thrusting himself in and out of your mouth while JJ continues to finger fuck your pussy, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit, pushing you to a point of overstimulation.

You feel John B’s cock swell inside your mouth, a few more harsh thrusts and a deathly tight grip on your hair, you feel his cock twitch before the warm, salty taste of his cum coats your tongue. You continue to suck him furiously, helping him ride out his high as JJ’s tongue and fingers work you toward your second orgasm.

“Fffffuck! Always know how to make me feel so good, princess. Such a good girl.” John B praises, stroking softly at your cheek with his fingers.

You let out one final moan as JJ has you coming undone around his fingers again before pulling them from you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You fall limp in John B’s lap, allowing him to softly stroke your bare back.

“Thank y’all… I feel.. A lot better.” JJ says softly.

John B smiles at him, nodding his head once. “Of course, you know we’re always here for you man.”

You let out a hum of agreement, your eyes fluttering shut, the sound of your boyfriend and his best friend conversing the last thing you hear before sleep claims you.

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[edenesth]

The Way to His Heart [4]

Pairing: general!Seonghwa x wife!reader

AU: arranged marriage au (Joseon era)

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Life has been hell ever since your mother's passing many years ago. Despite being from a prominent family, you've never received the privileges associated with it. It only got worse with the arrival of your stepmother and her daughters. When the intimidating General Park was in search of a wife, your father seized the opportunity to dispose of you, simultaneously securing a connection with the powerful general—killing two birds with one stone.

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"Mistress, please allow me to help you back to your quarters." Eunsook pleaded, once again attempting to gently pull you up from the floor. But you shook your head weakly, keeping your forehead stubbornly glued to the ground.

Jongho sighed, stepping in to help, "Miss Jang, it's the general's orders. We've been tasked with taking you back to your room. If you don't cooperate, we might be in trouble."

To the relief of both employees, that seemed to work. They quickly moved to assist your limp and defeated form, with your tear-stained face and the bruise forming on your forehead breaking their hearts. Without wasting another minute, they moved you onto the assistant's back before rushing back to The Cold Palace.

You were already unconscious when they gently laid you on your bed, the toll of your crying apparent. Eunsook sighed, pulling the blankets over your petite frame and tucking you in. She then moved to dab your wet cheeks lightly with the sleeve of her uniform.

Observing you, Jongho frowned, "She feels so light; that doesn't seem normal. It's as if she barely weighs anything. Just what in the world was her life like in the Jang estate?"

The head maid gestured for him to keep quiet, putting a finger to her lips and shaking her head in warning. She didn't want to risk waking you up or, worse, letting you hear them talk about you as if you weren't there right in front of them.

Outside your room, the two took a moment to process the events of the day. It became apparent to them that you were just as much a pawn in your father's game as their master. It was also clear that your sudden presence was set to shake the very foundation of everything they had ever known in the general's estate.

"Let's just... take a break for the night and see what happens tomorrow." Eunsook mumbled, massaging her temples to alleviate the approaching headache.

Jongho agreed, "At least we've learned that our master isn't completely heartless." They exchanged knowing smiles before retiring to their respective quarters for the night.

Unbeknownst to everyone in the estate, Seonghwa stayed awake until he was sure that his assistant and head maid had carried out their assigned task. Laying in his bed, he forced himself to sleep, but the haunting image of you sobbing and kneeling on the ground plagued his thoughts incessantly.

He tells himself that perhaps he should have begun eating a bit first during dinner; that would've allowed you to have more energy during the extended hours of kneeling. Your reaction to the food lingers in his thoughts. In retrospect, he acknowledges that instructing the servants to discard all the food while you were hungry might have been a bit much; he realises that now.

Tomorrow, I'll allow her breakfast.

Tossing and turning throughout the night, the general found no reprieve until the early hours of the day. Even when he did manage to drift off to sleep, his dreams were filled with recurring scenes of the heart-wrenching dinner. His guilt and remorse persisted even in his unconscious state.

As the morning arrived, the voice of the head maid echoed from the entrance of your room, waking you from your sleep, "Good morning, mistress! May we please enter? We will be fixing you a bath and helping you get dressed for the day."

"N-no! I don't need help getting ready!"

You gasped, a sense of panic seizing you as you tried to move towards the mirror to inspect your reflection. The prospect of them assisting you with bathing and dressing meant they would inevitably see the bruises and scars littered across your body. The risk of being ousted on your second day loomed over you, and that was something you couldn't allow.

Your legs betrayed you and gave out, succumbing to weakness due to prolonged hunger. You crawled the remaining distance to the worn-out mirror in your room, suppressing a sob as you covered your mouth upon seeing your bare, unadorned self. The tears from the previous night had washed away your makeup, unveiling the stark reality of your appearance.

"Mistress, please. We've brought a new set of clothes for you, along with the freshest rose petals for your bath. It will be relaxing and enjoyable, we assure you!"

The kindness in Eunsook's voice intensified your emotional turmoil. As you stared at your hideous reflection, you realised you didn't deserve such luxury. You weren't the beautiful and elegant first daughter promised to Seonghwa; you felt like a fraud. How naive could you have been to believe you stood a chance of becoming the wife of the renowned General Park?

You weren't good enough; you'll never be.

"No, I don't want anything! J-just leave me alone, please..." You cried, pulling your knees into your chest and hugging them close. Despite the continuous persuasion from the elderly woman, you ignored her and remained curled up in the corner.

"Mistress... please," Eunsook gave up with a sigh, shaking her head at the servants behind her, "Take it away for now." They obeyed and dispersed with the clothes and bath supplies they had prepared. She knew there was nothing she could do if you refused to grant her permission to enter.

As the footsteps of the departing servants faded away, you released a sigh of relief. Your gaze remained fixed on the marks on your skin, cruel reminders of the abuse inflicted by your father, scars that seemed destined never to fade. So long as you have these on your body, you will never know what happiness is.

A bitter, humourless chuckle escaped your lips as you contemplated the fading hope for happiness. The general's response to your heartfelt words served as undeniable proof that, no matter how sincere your efforts, he would never accept you. The burden of the Jang surname seemed to ensure that you would never be given a fair chance, regardless of how hard you try.

While you wallowed in self-pity, Seonghwa was on the opposite side of the estate, reluctantly getting dressed for the day. His sleep had been far from restful, leaving him in a sour mood.

"So... how is she doing?" He asked in a detached tone, staring out of his window to avoid meeting his assistant's eyes.

Jongho arched an eyebrow at the question, suppressing a knowing smile as he observed his master's attempt to maintain a nonchalant demeanour, "Are you referring to Miss Jang, sir?"

The general clicked his tongue in irritation, "Who else would I be asking about?"

His aide nodded, "Right, how silly of me. Well, it seemed like she was sleeping quite well when we returned her to her quarters. I haven't checked on her since then, but Eunsook has organised a group of servants to assist her with a bath and preparations for the day."

Seonghwa hummed in approval, doing his best to mask any sense of satisfaction, "Very well. She better be punctual for breakfast then, we shall see how she plans to prove her innocence."

Despite his insistence on you being suspicious, Jongho could discern that there was no malice in his master's words. Perhaps there was hope that things could work out between the two of you after all. It seemed like the general was already letting his guard down, even if only slightly; the assistant could see it.

Or not.

"Where the hell is she?"

Seonghwa frowned, growing impatient as he had been waiting for some time, and you were nowhere to be seen in the dining hall.

Breakfast had already been served, and he even had the servants prepare slightly more than usual, anticipating your need for extra food since you hadn't eaten dinner the previous night.

Just as he asked the question, Jongho pointed at the head maid rushing towards the dining hall, strangely without you in sight, "There, Eunsook's coming."

The elderly woman bowed upon reaching the dining hall, catching her breath before addressing the general, "Good morning, master."

He waved off the greeting, "What's going on? Where's Miss Jang? Were you not getting her ready?"

She appeared to hesitate in her response, stammering, "W-well, I was trying to, but—"

"But what?" Seonghwa pressed, annoyance evident in his tone. Sensing her master's foul mood, Eunsook knew she had no choice but to tell the truth.

Jongho nodded encouragingly at his colleague, not wanting her to get in trouble. The head maid lowered her head in defeat, "I arranged for her bath and everything first thing in the morning, and we've been stuck outside her quarters for nearly an hour. Master, she refuses to let us in. It seems she doesn't wish to be bathed or changed."

The general and his assistant found themselves baffled by the revelation. Your new husband struggled to comprehend why anyone would be foolish enough to refuse a pleasant bath and a fresh change of clothes. But he was becoming less surprised after witnessing your odd behaviour the day before. By now, he had accepted the fact that you were far from normal.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he pressed a hand against his head, "Just... if she doesn't want to be bathed that badly, leave it. Just tell her to come out and eat," He muttered, recalling your longing gaze fixed on the dishes during dinner, "Go, get her now."

"Yes, master." Eunsook bowed before heading back to you. She hoped that this time, you would finally show yourself. Her concern grew as she remembered hearing the anguish in your voice when you asked to be left alone just earlier.

To be sure, she checked with the nearby servants if you had called for anyone or even emerged from your room while she was away, only to sigh in disappointment when they shook their heads.

She raised her hand to knock gently, "Mistress, I've come to inform you that breakfast is ready. The master is waiting for you. He wants you to know it's alright if you prefer not to be bathed or changed, but please, come and eat."

Instead of providing comfort, that only heightened your anxiety. Was the general summoning you to further interrogate you? It seemed likely. If he were to see you in this state, he might resort to beating you to death in an instant. Surely, being wedded to someone like you would be an insult to the great General Park.

As appealing as the idea of breakfast was, you feared you might not get to eat, similar to the previous night. Especially not with your current appearance. You winced, feeling the ache in your stomach from going without food for so long.

Perhaps this is how you'll meet your end.

"Mistress, wouldn't you like to have some breakfast?" Eunsook made another attempt, her concern deepening as she noticed your silhouette huddled in pain in a corner.

You shook your head, holding onto your stomach, "No... I-I don't want anything! Just... just go away, please..."

Seonghwa's impatience reached new heights as he waited, and it only intensified when he saw the head maid returning once again, without you by her side. He narrowed his eyes, feeling stupid for trying to be considerate towards you this morning. Here you were, revealing your true colours by being an ungrateful brat already.

His anger finally erupted when the elderly woman bowed deeply with a regretful grimace, "I'm sorry, master. Miss Jang refuses to leave her room."

The general slammed his fists against the table, scaring both Jongho and Eunsook as he pushed himself off his seat, seething, "That's it. If it's my attention she wants, then she's about to get it."

In a panic, the two employees chased after their furious master, making pitiful attempts to calm him down, "Master, please, perhaps she is still emotionally recovering from what happened last night!" But no amount of words could extinguish the fire in Seonghwa's eyes as he stormed towards The Cold Palace.

Truth be told, the assistant and head maid had never seen the general so worked up over any of his fiancées before. In fact, he barely paid them any attention, and they would all flee the estate in less than a day. Had it been any other woman, he probably wouldn't have cared if she came to breakfast or not; he probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash if she died in her room.

But he was oddly affected by your absence.

"Get out of my goddamned way!" He roared, pushing through the servants working around the garden paths that led to your quarters. They scrambled to their knees, bowing their heads low to avoid angering him further.

Jongho and Eunsook shot apologetic looks as they hurried past the poor servants who were just trying to do their jobs. But they had no time to worry about their colleagues when they saw Seonghwa closing in on your room. They scurried over to hold him back, trying to prevent him from scaring you any more than he already had.

"Master, please—"

Before they could intervene, the general forcefully slammed the flimsy doors of your room open, causing one of them to break off its hinges. Your cowering form was immediately revealed, but your new husband was too furious to show any sympathy.

"Are you angry because I didn't give you the wedding night you desired? If you want it that badly, I'll give it to you right now." Without allowing you to respond, he yanked your arms away from your body and tore the outer layer of your hanbok open, exposing your innerwear and shoulders completely.

"N-no, please!"

In just a split second, all of his fury vanished.

The sight of the numerous marks covering your skin, along with the newly revealed ones on your face, left Seonghwa frozen in place. He couldn't move as he observed the bruises and scars scattered all over you, and these were only the ones visible. He dreaded to think about what might be hidden beneath the rest of your body.

What the actual f—

Having tortured more than enough prisoners as part of his job, he was able to distinguish between old and fresh wounds. Judging from all the ones on you, he was repulsed to realise that you had a bit of everything – your injuries ranged from years to a few months old. This meant that you had been enduring abuse for a really long time.

A series of horrified gasps escaped Jongho and Eunsook as soon as they entered the room and witnessed the condition of your skin. You let out a heart-wrenching sob, making a feeble attempt to cover yourself again, "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." You whimpered, despite being violated.

It's over. My life... is over.

Feeling lightheaded from all the crying and prolonged starvation, your vision darkened, your eyes gradually fluttered shut, and you slumped forward. The general acted swiftly, catching you and, for once, displaying gentleness as he nestled your head into the crook of his neck, holding your fragile form close.

"Hand me the blanket." He instructed. The head maid hurried over with the fabric, witnessing her master wrapping you in it.

Rising with you in his arms, he moved toward his private quarters with a newfound determination, "Jongho, go summon Physician Jung." The assistant bowed and hastily departed to fulfil his orders.

Entering his room, he laid you on his bed and carefully covered you with the sheets. Examining you more closely now, he became aware of your true frailty. Carrying you earlier, he noticed how remarkably light you were, like a feather. He clenched his fists in rage as he took in the horrendous marks that marred your skin. The new bruise forming on your forehead from the night before only made him feel worse.

Letting out a sigh, he tenderly wiped away the tears staining your cheeks, "What in the world happened to you? Who did this to you? Who dare lay their hands on you, hm?" He whispered, his heart tightening with more guilt than the previous night.

Eunsook stood in the corner, witnessing the scene unfold before her eyes with mixed emotions. While she was pleased to finally see her master display genuine care and affection towards you, it saddened her to realise the extent of the hardships you had to go through to evoke this response from him.

At the same time, her heart ached even more at the sight of the visible evidence of what you had been trying to conceal from everyone. It now made sense why you resisted a bath; you must have been terrified of anyone seeing the marks on your body. The thought of the horrors you endured in the Jang estate sent a shudder down her spine.

"Sir, Physician Jung has arrived," Jongho announced at the entrance, awaiting permission to enter. Seonghwa nodded tersely, "Let him in." The general rose from his seat to greet the physician, a familiar face who had become somewhat of a family doctor.

"Good afternoon, General Park. Are you feeling unwell—" The physician's words halted as soon as his eyes landed on the frail figure lying on the bed.

"It's not me this time, Yunho. It's... my wife."

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"Jongho," The general called out softly, his eyes staying fixed on your unconscious form. Despite the softness in his tone, he was anything but calm on the inside. His aide stepped forward, "Sir?"

Finally shifting his gaze from you, he turned to his assistant, dead serious, "I'm going to need you to dig deeper this time. Hire a private investigator if necessary. Find someone willing to infiltrate the minister's estate and get someone to talk. Pay them as much as they need. Just find out what the hell happened while she was in there."

Deep down, he had a gut feeling about who might be responsible for all this, but he needed to know what exactly was done to you and why. He needed confirmation, and most importantly, evidence.

"General Park, I eagerly anticipate our forthcoming union. I assure you, my eldest is a gem; you'll come to adore her."

Recalling the smugness in Minister Jang's tone as he uttered those words, everything began to click. The puzzle pieces were coming together. The narrative of you being an accomplice for whatever your father had planned against him was finally being discarded; it was clear to him now that you were as much a victim as he was, except you'd had it much worse.

"Leave it to me, sir. I'll do everything to find out what happened to Miss Jang." The assistant said with determination, bowing.

Before he could leave, Seonghwa added, "Mistress. It's mistress to you all now. From today onwards, she's the official wife of General Park. I don't want to hear anyone calling her by that ridiculous surname ever again, understand?"

Jongho and Eunsook couldn't hide their smiles as they bowed rather enthusiastically, "Yes, master!"

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[senseiwu]

Misako ate all the food I gave her for dinner 🥹

[wittlesissyb4by]

“But i don’t wanna be a baby girl any more!!”

“Shhh, there there sweetheart! I know it’s frustrating.  But you just have to remember that you asked for this.  You wanted all of this.  So i’m sorry that you don’t like your weird little fantasy any more, but your wife seems to really enjoy keeping you like this.  She even hired me as a maid just to take care of you.”

“But I thought it was just going to be temporary! I didn’t think it was going to be permanent! I only like to wet my diapers, not poop them! And i thought i was going to be able to cum! But instead I just make other guys cum! I never get to eat real food anymore! It’s all just mushy peas, carrots, and even more cum! It’s just, it’s just, WAAAHHHH!!”

“I know sweety, i know.  Remember that saying ’ be careful what you wish for’? Well i guess you understand that now huh? Now…it smells like you need a diaper change, so watta you say we go over to the changing table and change your diaper huh? Now i don’t have the key to your chastity device, but maybe if i hold my vibrator to it long enough it’ll make you squirt, how’s that sound?”

*Sniffs* “Okay…”

“But you know the rules…because i’m letting you cum you have to eat it all up you understand?”

*Sniffles* “Yes…yes ma'am…”

“Good…and instead of giving you your 20 daily swats with the paddle i’ll just give you 50 with my bare hand, how’s that sound?”

“That would be better, thank you Ms. Gloria!”

“You’re welcome sweetheart.  But understand that you are only getting this special treatment for today.  You were the one that wanted to be a little sissy baby.  There are probably thousands of people around the world that wish they were in your exact position.  So you need to suck it up, and try to enjoy yourself.  I will not tolerate this type of behaviour from now on is that understood?”

“Yes ma'am…”

This is an old caption I wrote a long time ago, but for the life of me I can't find the original source of where I got this picture from. Anyone know what studio?

Edit: seems to be the model Sunny from AdultBabySource. Thanks to those who reached out to let me know!

[ravenromanova]

First time

Parings: Wanda x Female reader

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!! Mommy kink, Thigh riding, Fingering, Oral, Tribbing, strap on, vibrator and blindfolding. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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~ It was quiet in the compound for once which is nice. The only things that could be heard was the crackling of the fire place, the christmas playlist you put on and your lovely girlfriend making dinner. This was your first christmas with Wanda since you and her made it official and you were incredibly nervous.

You wanted to make this holiday the best for her after everything she has been through. She had told you a few months after she joined the team just how much she loved christmas and how magical it was with her family. So in turn you wanted to make this the most perfect christmas she’s ever had.

The plan was that after dinner you two would exchange the gifts you had gotten for each other. And then you planned on taking her to your room which was set up with christmas lights, candles, pillows and some other gifts for Wanda.

“Dinner is almost done malysh” Wandas soft voice echoed through the kitchen and living room and you got up to go sit at the dining room table. As you sat at the table you took a moment to admire how pretty she looked. Her fiery hair was tied into a bun, Her face was bare so you could see all her freckles, She had on one of your hoodies on along with some black sleep shorts. To you she was the epitome of beauty she was your own disney princess in your eyes.

Once dinner was done she plated the paprikash and then walked over to the table. You gratefully took the food as she handed it to you with a smile on your face.

“Thank you baby” You beamed as you started eating the food. “I swear youre the best cook to exist” Wanda smiled at your praise as a blush crept over her cheeks.

“Thank you malysh” She said still blushing as she ate her food. “Oh i also was wondering if you wanted to make cookies tonight” Wanda asked with a child like gleam in her eyes.

“Well i have a few things planned for tonight my love but we can make cookies first thing in the morning if thats okay?” You didn’t want to give to much of your plan away but you also didn’t want her to feel rejected. “I promise my plan is a lot better than cookies” You continued hoping she wouldn’t be upset.

“Okay!” She said happily. “You’re definitely better than cookies so i think i’ll make an exception…just this once” She pointed her fork at you and the both of you broke out into giggles.

After the laughter died down the two of you fell into a comfortable silence as you continued eating. Once the two of you were finished you grabbed the plates and started cleaning up since Wanda had cooked.

“Go sit by the tree my love” You said from the kitchen to which Wanda obeyed and patiently waited for you to return.

You finished cleaning up and then made the two of you hot chocolate and then sat next to her. “Okay so i have a few of your gifts down here and then the rest are upstairs” You started as you handed her the the gifts that you had gotten her. “I want you to open these before we go upstairs” Wanda nodded as she gratefully took the gifts.

She started opening the gifts with a smile on her face which quickly turned to confusion when she opened a red lace lingerie set. “What’s this?” She asked holding the piece up with an eyebrow raised.

“Well i saw that in the store when i was shopping so i got it for you” You said cheekily and then she opened the next one. Wanda then held up a pair of handcuffs with a curious look.

“And what is this for?” Wanda asked again and you slowly moved closer to her.

“That is for tonight my love” You husked in her ear before you softly bit it. Wanda shivered under you touch and she could feel wetness pool in between her thighs.

See the thing is you and Wanda had been dating for about six months now but you’ve never had sex. It wasnt that you didn’t want to but you didn’t want to rush her into anything and make her uncomfortable. But within these past couple of weeks you could tell Wanda was starting to get antsy. She had started drooping subtle hints that she wanted you in a more intimate way. So you teased her a little and decided that christmas was the perfect time to have your first time with Wanda.

“Do you mean what i think you mean?” She asked breaking you out of your thoughts. You smiled at the redhead and nodded to which she quite literally jumped on you,

“I thought tonight would be the perfect night for me to show you just how much i love you” You said as your hands came to rest on her hips. Wanda smiled and grabbed your face as she brought you in for a bruising and passionate kiss. Instinctively she started grinding her hips down on your thigh.

“Please” She begged. “I need you malysh” Wandas breath got caught in her throat when you pushed her clothed core against your thigh even more.

“How can i say no to you?” You asked with a smug smile as you swiftly picked her up and brought her to your room.

When the two of you got to your room her eyes lit up like the lights on the tree. Wanda hopped out of your arms and went to admire the set up you made for her. There were her favorite red and white lights, her favorite rose water and ivy candles from bath and body works, you placed her favorite snacks on the bed side table, her favorite blankets were scattered on the bed along with some extra soft pillows.

“You did all of this for me?” She asked with slight tears in her eyes as she looked up at you. You smiled softly as you took her face in your hands and kissed her with the same passion as before.

“Of course i did. You deserve the best babygirl” Your voice was soft as you spoke making her blush. And before she knew it you were laying her against the pillows on her back.

You took a moment to admire how beautiful she looked right now. Her fiery red hair was sprawled out on the pillows, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and god those tiny shorts she’s wearing was making you crazy. She giggled as she watched you practically drool over her and beckoned you over with her finger.

“What other gifts do you have for me?” Wanda asked curiously as you loomed over her. You smiled as you reached over to the bedside drawer and opened it. Then you quickly pulled out a red vibrator, a black and red strap along with and black silk blindfold.

“These are the other gifts i have for you my love” You said with a smile as you settled yourself in between her thighs.

Her eyes widened with wonder and excitement as she looked at the toys you laid out for her.

“P-Please fuck me” She begged starting to feel the pulse in between her thighs become even stronger.

“Anything for you” You smiled and kissed her passionately. And while you were lost in the way your girlfriend tasted she quickly removed both of your clothes with a flick of her wrist.

You were quick to start leaving wet open mouth kisses along her neck and chest making her mewl. Wanda grew impatient and shoved your shoulders down to where she needed you the most.

“Patience darling” You warned them grabbed the blindfold. “What’s your color baby?” You asked caressing her cheek.

“Green so fucking green” She said almost pathetically and you chuckled at her eagerness.

“Good girl” You praised with a smile placing the blindfold over her eyes. You then started kissing her chest again and bringing one of her nipples in your mouth and started sucking harshly.

“Oh god” She moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth around her sensitive nub. Wanda clawed at your back as you moved to her other one giving it the same amount of attention as the other.

“So fucking pretty” You praised her again moving down to her dripping core.

You then licked a stripe from her pussy to clit making her moan out loudly. Wanda nearly combusted when you wrapped your lips around her clit and started sucking harshly on it. Her sounds were the prettiest you could’ve ever imagined.

“Oh fuck mommy” She screamed as you shoved two fingers into her and started massaging her walls. You started hitting her g-spot making her back arch off the bed and her walls involuntarily clench around your fingers.

“Please don’t stop” Her words were broken as they left her lips making you smile as you ate her out. You continued your assault on her pussy like a woman starved and she loved it.

“You taste so fucking good baby” That was what made the flood gates burst and Wanda came all over your face with a scream.

“Give me another and then i’ll make you cum with the strap.” Wanda nodded at your words. The fact that she couldn’t see what you were doing drove her insane but yet turned her on even more. In all honesty Wanda loved not being able to see what you were doing because it added to the erotica of it all.

You parted her lips with your fingers before you started to solely focus on her clit. The feeling of you sucking on her already sensitive nub again was making her second orgasm build up faster than before. You moaned as you ate the witch out which sent vibrations straight into her core. Wanda clawed at your back again leaving red marks.

She squirmed and wiggled under your touch which made you hold down her hips with your free arm. “Hold still baby” You commanded to which she nodded and tried to stay still.

Wanda could feel her orgasm come closer and you started sucking harder. “OH FUCK MOMMY!” She screamed as she squirted all over your face leaving a mess on you and the bed.

“Such a good girl” You smiled coming back up to her and giving her a sloppy kiss to which she moaned at the taste of herself.

“Color?” You asked softly making sure she was okay and taking off the blindfold which made her smile.

“Still green malysh” Wanda smiled and started kissing your neck making you hum in acknowledgement.

“You ready for the strap baby?” Wanda nodded enthusiastically at your words and you laughed.

So you quickly put on the strap and handed her the vibrator. “Use this while i fuck you” You told her as you turned it on for her.

“Yes mommy” She nodded with a big smile on her face. When she put the vibrator on her clit she immediately moaned out in pleasure.

You settled between her thighs and placed the strap against her slit before slowly inching yourself in. Wanda’s head flew back against the pillows as you bottomed out. Her walls involuntarily clenched around the strap as you gave her time to adjust.

“Move mommy please” She begged to which you immediately obliged and started moving at a slow pace at first.

You quickly picked up the pace and started fucking her a little harder. “Oh fuck” She mewled as you started going harder. Between you fucking her into tomorrow and the steady vibrations on her clit she knew she wouldn’t last long.

“You look so pretty wrapped around mommy’s cock baby” You stated as you watched her pussy swallow your strap. The sight was so pretty her walls clenched around the strap as her juices flowed out of her god you were addicted.

“I-I’m gonna cum again mommy” She whimpered as the strap hit her spot over and over again.

“Give it to me baby come on” You demanded as you started thrusting faster and harder. Wanda turned off the vibrator and tossed it on the bed before she pulled you to her needing you closer.

“O-Oh fuck!” She moaned holding onto your shoulders as her third orgasm crashed over her. The orgasm was so intense she saw white spots as she tried to calm her breathing.

You gave her a second before you slowly pulled out of her making her whine at the loss of you. But her protests her cut short after you took the strap off and threw it on the floor before you laid next to her.

“You did so good baby” You praised giving her a kiss on the forehead as you wrapped you arms around her bringing her in to your chest.

“That was amazing” She said with a smile as her emerald eyes looked up at you.

“You were amazing” Your words made her smile even bigger and she nuzzled into your chest. “I need to clean you up mama don’t fall asleep yet” Wanda shook her head in protest. “Baby come on” You tried again but the witch still shook her head.

“No” She protested and flicked her wrist again and suddenly you were both clothed again and she was clean.

“You’re ridiculous” You chuckled at her actions shaking your head a little.

“But you love me” Wanda said innocently with a smug smile.

“You’re right i do love you” You kissed her head and then pulled the blanket over the both of you.

The two of you quickly fell asleep holding onto each other and relishing in you first time. It was everything you could’ve ever wanted. She was everything you ever wanted.

~The end~

[caitlinclarkismakingmeweak]

you put the food on a different burner to cool down. you felt caitlin’s arms wrap around your neck

“thank you for teaching me how to cook” she whispered in your ear then kissed under it. she pressed hot open mouthed kisses against your neck

“cait please, we have to eat then make the cookies”

“the food needs to cool down” she said between kisses “just let me kiss your neck until it cools.” you couldn’t argue with her logic. you let her kiss your neck until the food stopped steaming

“the food is ready” you whimpered, amazed that you were able to get words out. caitlin reluctantly removed her mouth from your neck and moved to grab the plates. you stared at her as you two ate dinner. that cute face, that pretty hair, those damn dimples. you wanted her. badly. cooking with her was intimate and sweet but also arousing. just being around her was arousing

after eating dinner and washing the dishes, she started taking out the cookie dishes. you got all the ingredients out and began reading out the instructions. the two of you joked around as you put the ingredients in the bowl. she didn’t have a mixer so you had to use a spatula for mixing. you laughed at the intensity on her face as she mixed the dough. she’s so cute you could barely stand it. you put the cookies on the sheet, put them in the oven, and set the timer for the recommended time

“the cookies will taste good but i want to taste something even more delicious” caitlin stated boldly

“you can taste what you want”

“anything i want? i know everything about you tastes so good”

“we still have to wait for the cookies. we can’t let them burn” you tried to be practical

“how about for now i just taste your lips?” she brought her lips close to yours. you managed to mumble out a yes against her lips and she closed the gap. the kisses were soft, surprising you but not in a bad way. you assumed she was going to be aggressive with the kiss but instead she was sweet. you continued to enjoy her sweet kisses until she pulled back a bit

“can i taste your tongue?” she breathed out against your lips. instead of using words, you answered her question by grabbing her neck and pulling her back into the kiss. you pulled the hair at the top of her neck when her tongue entered your mouth. you continued to make out with caitlin until the timer went off, startling you both

“we don’t want the cookies to burn” you breathed out and pushed her off of you. you put the oven mits on and took the cookies out of the oven. you felt caitlin’s presence behind you as you put the cookies on the counter and turned off the oven. the second you took the oven mits off, caitlin was dragging you to her bedroom

“the cookies need to cool so i have time to properly thank you for helping me make them” she pushed you against the bed and got on top of you. she played with the hem of your shirt as she made out with you. eventually she took a break from kissing you to pull your shirt over your head. she kissed your chest above your bra cup

“can i taste you here?”

“mmhm yes” she took your bra off and kissed all over your boobs. she kissed down your stomach to the top of your pants. she tugged gently on your pants, silently asking to take them off. you responded by pulling your pants down along with your underwear. caitlin raised her eyebrows and smirked at your eagerness. you were too wet to be embarrassed at your desperation

“can i taste you here?” she put her mouth near your knee “can i taste your pretty thighs?” you made a moan that resembled a noise of affirmation. she kissed slowly up your thigh, enjoying the noises that were coming out of your mouth. you tugged at her hair so she could feel how much you were enjoying her kisses. she reached the top of your thigh

“how about here? can i taste you here?”

“caitlin please” with your request, she used her tongue to lap gently at your wetness. she gave you long slow licks along your pussy, making sure to also give your clit the attention it needed. you gave her compliments and tugged at her hair to let her know how much you were enjoying her mouth. as you got closer to your orgasm, she sped up her tongue and put her hands on your hips. you screamed out her name as you came. she let you ride it out on her tongue and she released your hips

“no way the cookies taste that good”

Omg 🫢🤤

That’s so fucking amazing

Good job baby 🧡

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GET A TASTE

Ex Joel Miller x f!reader x bf Dave York || 880 words

Drabble for Table for Three series || can be read alone

Summary: the three of you have some ice cream fun

Tw: 18+, smut, food play, horny reader, mfm vibes, not specified age gap, dom/sub dynamic, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, voyeurism, f!masturbation, being naughty in public (not caught), cum eating, pet names (baby, kitten, babygirl, sweetheart). Pics are for the mood only, reader wears a dress, but has no specific physical descriptions.

A/n: thank you to @survivingandenduring for the ice cream socializer ask, which inspired this drabble😘 I’m so horny for these two it’s ridiculous. Dividers by @saradika-graphics 💕 Love you all❤️

Table for Three || Who’s your Daddy? || MASTERLIST

You’re sitting on Dave’s lap in a little outdoor cafe. It’s pretty empty and you wish they could play with you right then and there, like they’ve done before. Joel’s manspreading on the chair next to you, smirking at the way you squirm on top of your boyfriend’s thighs. But how can you sit still when his huge cock is right under the place you need him the most? You feel your naked pussy get wet and fear you’re going to soak through your thin summer dress.

Joel’s smug face mocks your need and you scoff, glancing into his ice cream bowl that he’s ordered,

“Chocolate, pff, boring.” You roll your eyes and add, “You should try something new once in a while, Joel.”

“I tend to enjoy things I always loved.” His voice, calm and gruff, makes your pussy throb, and you avert your eyes under his intense stare.

“Kitten, put your claws away,” Dave tells you with a smile but Joel knows you’re trying to rile him up.

“It’s ok, Dave. I love a little bit of scratchin’. She used to do a lot on my back when I was giving it to her good.”

“Or I was just trying to make you lift all your suffocating weight off me,” you retort, pouting your lips. You’re horny and hot and want them to finally fuck you.

Joel chuckles, shaking his head, and Dave sighs, his hot breath fanning your neck. You turn your face to him and peck his cheek with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, daddy, I’ll be good now.”

“I know you will, baby.”

You turn back to Joel and see him take a spoonful of the ice cream and shove it in his mouth. He swallows the treat and then slowly licks the spoon clean, not taking his eyes off you. You’re mesmerized by his tongue gliding over the shiny metal. You imagine his sweet lips on your body, his wet tongue sliding between your folds and suddenly the air gets too stuffy around you, Dave’s body is too hot against yours and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down.

Joel narrows his piercing eyes and asks, “Got too hot for you, sweetheart?” He motions at the cold treat and adds, “want to cool off?”

“I have mine,” you look at the pistachio flavored dessert on the table in front of you — Dave’s favorite.

“C’mon, babygirl, just a lick,” Joel tempts you, “Good old chocolate ice cream.”

You lick your lower lip before biting it, and turn to Dave, searching for his reaction. Dave rubs your bare thigh with his big hand and says,

“Go ahead, kitten, you deserve a treat.”

He bucks his hips and your whole body rises up and you feel him big and stiff under your ass cheek.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, feeling yourself gush more. Then you look back at Joel whose dark gaze makes you burn up even more.

You expect him to feed you his ice cream with a spoon but instead he slides his index finger through the dessert, scoops some and brings it to your lips.

You have no time to think as it’s about to drip on your pretty dress so you hastily wrap your lips around his thick digit. It tastes amazing and you close your eyes with a moan, while your tongue is swirling around his finger, gathering all the ice cream off his skin.

“Someone’s hungry,” you hear Dave smirk and your pussy aches with need as the men laugh.

“Lick it all off, sweetheart, I don't want my hand to be all sticky.”

“Yes, kitten, suck on it better,” your boyfriend encourages you.

Then they both watch your tongue and lips dance around Joel’s finger, as you revel in the taste of the chocolate and your ex’s skin. You’re loudly slurping and whimpering with pleasure.

“Good girl,” Joel praises you, slowly moving his digit back and forth between your lips.

Suddenly you gasp, when Dave's hand slithers under your dress and he finds your wet and bare cunt under there.

“My perfect little slut,” Dave groans against your neck as his fingers dip between your folds and he begins stroking your clit.

Joel pulls your dress up slightly, so he could see your pussy and then pulls his finger out of your eager mouth. You whine but in a moment your ex covers your mouth with his and kisses you, tasting the chocolatey sweetness off your tongue.

Dave gently nibbles on your shoulder, twirling your clit, and soon you come as Joel swallows your moans and your boyfriend prolongs your orgasm, rubbing your pulsating clit with his fingers.

When your climax passes, you part from Joel and Dave’s hand leaves your drenched pussy. With half lidded eyes you watch him lick your juices off his fingers.

Joel palms his huge bulge and asks you, “by the way, what’s your favorite flavour, babygirl?”

“Pistachio,” you reply, giving Dave a soft smile. Then you look back at Joel, your eyes glinting with mischief, and add, “But sometimes I crave chocolate.”

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[syoddeye]

Can you tell us what happened when price found out that she had stolen his radio? In way too curious👀 love your content you are such a good writer 💞

oh boy. the radio. | continuation of this and this. this one got away from me. ~1.3k words. banner by @/cafekitsune.

tags: food, smidgen of dacryphilia, noncon, cockwarming, throatfucking.

price knows something happened. the moment steps inside, quiet, hoping to catch his wife off guard, he knows. after all, he expected to see his wife dutifully working on the cherry pie she promised to make if he allowed her to remain indoors. (she’s been on her best behavior since the flower bed incident.)

instead, he finds the pastry half-pressed into the tin and washed cherries abandoned in a bowl. beneath his ragged breathing, he hears sniffling from the hall. the washroom. at first, he thinks she hurt herself. but that’d be mighty difficult. all she has are her fingers and spoons to bake with. anything sharper is secured. 

he edges down the hall, stopping at a faint crackling, and an even quieter voice.

— ...beg me again, sunshine, and maybe i won’t tell.

ah, nikolai. so the minx snooped around and found his radio. he’s half a mind to barge in and let nik listen in on his latest lesson. but with nik’s laughter mutedly echoing beyond the door, he gets another idea. he silently creeps out of the cottage, waits a few minutes, and then announces himself.

big, clomping steps. whistling a tune. sure enough, the missus hastily scrambles out of the bathroom, smoothing the borrowed shirt she wears—she hasn’t earned bottoms back quite yet, and she’ll probably lose tops now, too—and gives him a tight smile. ekes out an apology and explains she wasn’t feeling well, so she’s behind on baking.

and being a paragon of mercy, john merely drops a kiss to the top of her head and tells her he’s going to wash up.

(he suppresses a laugh at how stock-still she goes at that. poor thing clearly didn’t think that far ahead. probably hid the radio under the sink.)

he doesn’t even look for it when he rinses off. it doesn’t matter, because she’s not going to try it again.

john goes about the rest of his day, feigning cluelessness to his wife’s transgression. he lets her stew. like a guilt-ridden dog who wants its owner’s hand, like a penitent sweating in church. she unravels. more skittish than usual, flinching when he moves through the house, pretending not to stare when he lingers near the washroom.

at dinner, she squirms and barely lifts her eyes from her plate. pushes her food around. no appetite for your own cooking, darl? he teasingly admonishes. can’t let you have dessert if you don’t eat. and you worked so hard on that pie, didn’t you?

it’s the tipping point. the final straw. big, glossy tears flood her eyes and stream down her cheeks. her lip quivers, her chest heaves—she looks so damn pretty when she cries.

what’s the matter, sweetheart? c’mere.

he pushes back from the table and offers his arms.

she can’t refuse. it may be fear that guides her around the table, but it’s hope that plants her on his thigh. hope that he’ll forgive her. (he always will.) hope that he won’t punish her. (he always will.)

poor thing can’t get the words out, so john tucks her into his chest, and waits until she simmers. waits until he thinks she’s mustering the courage to confess.

this wouldn’t be about the radio, would it?

a beat, then a torrent of emotion. all that pent-up energy surges out in a rush of tears and babbling, fidgeting on his lap. to her credit, she skips denial this time and veers straight into confession. she apologizes profusely, curling her fingers in his shirt, beseeching him to not be mad. he’s not. blood rushes south, molten as he swipes a thumb over her wet cheek.

serve me a slice of pie, darl.

the confusion that passes over her face doesn’t stop her feet from moving. he adjusts himself while her back is turned and scoots his chair in. she hovers after setting the plate down, sniffling. 

he digs in. the crust crumbles, giving way to a burst of tart sweetness of cherries. juices mingling with cinnamon and vanilla. not too different from his wife. complex and piquant. a tasty thing in need of refinement and experienced hands. wherever she’s from, she’s clearly accustomed to running wild.

with a crook of his finger, she sinks to her knees just as he sinks his fork into another bite. he spreads his legs to let her crawl between them, eager for the forgiveness that only comes from his cock. once he’s freed, hot and heavy in her palm, he tempers her zeal, holding fast to the roots of her hair.

just hold it in that mouth an’ savor it. s’all the dessert you’re gettin’. 

john’s grip loosens as her mouth sheathes his cock, not bothering to shove her down yet. there’s pie to eat, his favorite, and he plans to relish every bite. take his time eating. he luxuriates in the warm heat of her mouth, the twitches of her tongue against the underside of his cock, pinned flat and pliant. feels her subtly negotiate the muscle and organ for better airflow. soft puffs from her nose. drool gradually leaking from the seal of her mouth, dampening his hair.

she flinches when the fork clatters onto the plate and again when he leans back. he groans at the sight of her. tears and snot and spit mess her pretty face. his cock throbs at how debauched she looks already. her soft lips cushioning him in a gentle hold, slick and shiny. her eyebrows curve up in question. a useless one.

his free hand joins the first in her hair and yanks. burrows his cock as far as it’ll go in one swift motion. the sensation of her throat immediately constricting, the jumping panic—it sends a bolt of pleasure down his spine. he holds her nose flush to him for a prolonged moment, admiring the view and picturing the spots dancing in her vision. her fists curl against his knees. she knows better than to hammer them.

he gives her no more time to acclimate. it is a punishment, after all. it’s supposed to hurt. supposed to be scary. something hard and cruel to make her appreciate all he’s done. his endless kindnesses. nik might’ve collected her, but she’s his responsibility now. No life for her outside these walls, outside of him.

this how it’s gonna have to be? Hm? Am i gonna have to keep this mouth busy?

his hips roll off the chair, hands engulfing the back and sides of her head. each thrust pulls a wet gag, sputtering whines and whimpers. his bucking grows more erratic as he chases release, throwing himself after the tight coil in his belly. the chair scrapes. his heels dig in. her face disappears in the thatch of hair. padding for a soft landing after a mean push.

long, thick spurts to paint her traitorous mouth and obliging throat. 

that’s it, that’s it. don’t waste—none of that, keep those eyes open.

he snarls, cock pulsing as the last of his cum spills. waits until he’s soft, gritting through the stimulation to prolong the indignity. to watch her cry a little more and listen to the garbled apologies. the ingrained gratitudes.

don’t speak with your mouth full, sweetheart. he says as he pulls out with a pop. reaches down as she sucks in air, pulls on the front of her apron until it gives, and wipes his cock. holds it like a leash while she sits on her haunches, cleaning her mouth with her hands. 

john doesn’t excuse her from the table yet. tucking himself away, he holds her watery gaze, and the claw where his heart’s supposed to be uncurls a fraction.

what am i gonna do with you? he opens his palm on his knee and turns it palm up. her cheek presses to it automatically.

are you ever gonna try the radio again? he chuckles fondly when she shakes her head against his hand. good. i like your tongue too much to cut it out.

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Adult Education Part 16 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Every sleepover with Jessica leaves Jake wanting more of her. More time making love, more time reading, more time cooking for her. But when a brilliant scheme is dropped on her lap, Jessica is about to have a little less time to spend with her boyfriend.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral, angst, mention cheating, 18+

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jake was absolutely certain he'd never been happier than he was at this moment. Jessica was sitting on the kitchen stool next to him, moaning softly in her dishevelled clothing as she ate the chicken pot pie he made for her. His fingers were loosely tangled with hers, and she kept leaning closer to kiss him after she took a few bites. 

He knew she'd been having a bit of a rough week, so it was important to him that she was relaxed now, especially since he'd been part of the reason the past few days had been tiresome. He hadn't meant to jump her like a horny teenager as soon as she got to his place, but it seemed like neither of them could do much to stop themselves. When he told her he could barely go a day without seeing her, he wasn't joking. At this point, Jessica was a necessity.

"Why don't you take a long shower when you're done eating while I clean up?" he whispered as she took her last bite. 

She nodded and climbed from her own stool onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him before sliding to the floor. "I'll be back."

Her hair was a mess, and she still looked freshly fucked as Jake watched her walk away to his bedroom. When he heard her turn on his shower, he stood and started to clean up the kitchen. There was a lot of food leftover, but he also bought a lot of groceries in case she wanted something else. Part of him was planning on coaxing her to spend some time cooking with him, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself.

But they had time. Jake could take his time this weekend, just like he was going to take his time telling Jessica that he loved her. He didn't want to spook her again with this information, but telling her that a day apart was almost too much for him to handle was the beginning of his admission. It was the honest truth. Even now, just knowing she was in his bathroom had him heading in that direction.

He tapped on the door and poked his head into the steam filled room. "Mind if I join you?"

Jessica spun away from the spray of the shower and slid open the glass door, reaching out toward him with her wet fingers. Jake wrenched his shirt over his head and practically tore his sweatpants off to get to her as quickly as he could. 

"Why would I mind this?" she asked, raking her fingers through his chest hair as her temple came to rest on his shoulder. When he touched her arm, he could feel goosebumps even though the hot steam was dense; her reaction to him was always welcome, too. "Honestly, this is the best I have felt all week. Brian's taking a leave of absence, and I get to spend time with you."

Jake froze with his hands halfway up her back. "Brian is taking a leave of absence?" 

"Mmhmm."

"Is that... a good thing?"

Jessica kind of shrugged and then nodded. "I think so. I got an email from the dean asking me to cover one of his classes on Wednesday afternoons."

He considered her words. "Baby, that's amazing. They trust you to take on more work."

"Yeah," she said, crinkling up her nose, "but I still don't have tenure. And with Brian out, I can't even schedule a tenure review with him now that alumni weekend is over."

"Why didn't you tell me all of this as soon as you got here?"

She looked up at his face like he was one of her students who was failing a class. "Because, Jake, I got distracted by you. Obviously. Now why don't you tell me about your week?"

And once again, she amazed him by actually showing interest in what he had to say. Not only that, she called him smart when he talked about his jet's fuel ignition system. And after they got out of the shower, she asked him to read a journal to her. As Jessica was falling asleep, curled up with him on the couch, Jake took her glasses off so they wouldn't get smashed against her face. 

"I love this, Reedy," he whispered, kissing her forehead and making her smile. 

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"Please tell me you know how to crack an egg," Jake groaned, standing behind Jessica in his kitchen the following day. He had his arms wrapped around her as they made waffle batter together, flour all over the counter and both of them.

She glanced up at him over her shoulder. "Do I look like I went to culinary school to you?"

"Baby," he laughed, reaching for the broken mess of egg shell next to the bowl and swiping it into the sink. "This isn't fine dining. It's a waffle."

"It's fine dining when you make it," she replied, and she was rewarded with Jake's lips on her neck. He hadn't shaved his face, and the scratch along her skin was completely addicting. His fingers dipped inside the neck of his shirt that she was wearing, and he kissed his way to her bare shoulder. "Can we go back to bed?" she whispered, rubbing herself back against him.

All she got was a smack on her butt and Jake's lips back up next to her ear. "No. I'm determined to teach you how to cook something." Jessica whined as he handed her an egg and cracked it with her, dumping it in the bowl of flour before tossing the shell. "See? Easy. Now do one yourself."

She picked up another egg, carefully cracked it, and then half the shell ended up in the bowl. "Oops."

"No, you did great," Jake told her as he fished the shell out of the batter. "I love crunchy waffles."

She groaned and tossed her head back as he laughed. "You're one of those people who is good at everything. You're really annoying, and nobody likes you."

"I know," he agreed, even though she was turning back to smile up at him. "I'm the worst. Now pick up the spoon and mix everything together."

She did as she was told, but frowned at the bowl. "Is it supposed to look so soupy?"

"Add more flour," he whispered as he kissed her ear. A chill went down her spine as his lips remained where they were, and Jake took her hand in his to scoop some more flour. "That's good. Keep mixing."

After another minute, she was shaking her head. "How is this supposed to turn into a waffle?"

"Magic."

And it kind of was magical, the way he made it look so easy. The batter was soon sizzling in the waffle iron, and Jake had her pinned against the counter with his hands up underneath her shirt. He was rubbing soft circles along her waist with his thumbs, and Jessica was enjoying the sight of him in nothing but his tented underwear. 

"Five minutes until the waffle is done," Jake crooned as one hand slipped down the front of her lacy, pink underwear. "Think that's enough time?"

"For what?" she gasped when his thumb found her clit. 

"Get my girl off," he muttered, kneeling in front of her and kissing her through the lace before pulling her underwear down to her mid thighs. 

The thing was, Jessica was certain he could do it in five minutes or less, because he'd done it before. Just not with his mouth. But as soon as his lips met her clit and she could feel his stubble all over her pussy, she was leaning back against the counter and whining for him. 

"Spread 'em wider, Baby," he whispered, kissing her thigh as she eased her legs a little further apart. "That's it. So pretty," he moaned before she felt his tongue glide from her opening up to her clit where he latched on and started sucking. The elastic of her underwear was digging into her thighs a little bit as he eased two thick fingers inside her.

The waffle smelled delicious, and Jake's mouth felt like heaven on her clit. But it was his fingers, thrusting so rapidly and so deep that had her practically shrieking. The muscles in his shoulder and bicep were taut as he finger fucked her sweet spot, but his face was calm and adoring as he looked up at her. As if he wasn't about to get her off in four minutes. As if he wasn't doing the Lord's work in his own kitchen with the waffle iron and with her pussy.

Jessica was pressed up on her tiptoes, shaking on the spot, subconsciously trying to get away from him while also pressing herself against his face. "Oh my god," she cried out, gripping the edge of the countertop, her hips rolling against his face of their own accord. She had lost control of herself as she came, gushing against his lips as her hips jerked. 

She watched him lick his lips as he stroked her clit with his thumb through her orgasm, bringing her to the brink of overstimulation before the timer on the iron went off. Jake hopped to his feet with ease, pressing a wet kiss to her lips before opening up the appliance and said, "Oh good. The waffle is done just like you are."

With a halfhearted glare, she pulled her underwear back up and watched him slice some strawberries for the topping. Two minutes later, she was sitting on the couch while he fed her bites of waffle, berries, and powdered sugar. "This is so good," she gasped. The waffle was crisp and golden brown on the outside, but it melted on her tongue. 

"You made it," he reminded her. "All I really did was cut up some fruit. Later, we can make dinner together, and I'll pack up little containers for you to take for your lunches."

Jessica threw her arms around his neck, nearly knocking the plate out of his hand. "Thank you."

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After spending Sunday playing dress up with Jake, Jessica finally headed home. But not until after she got to see him in his white uniform. And not until after he used his credit card to buy her three hundred dollars of new lingerie. "Next weekend should be even more fun," he crooned as he purchased all of it. 

Now it was late, and she was unloading her lunch containers into her refrigerator after texting him that she got home safely. His response came in the form of one sentence that made her belly swoop. 

Just remember, I can barely go a day without seeing you.

Had they progressed to mid week sleepovers? She thought maybe they had. And when she drove to work on Monday morning, she was contemplating asking him if he wanted to come over that night. She wasn't even thinking about work or Brian or any of it, because she was in such a pleasant haze from the weekend. 

When she plopped down at her desk with her lukewarm coffee, she put her container of homemade lasagna that she had helped cook in her mini fridge. She turned on her computer and mused that there probably wouldn't be a department meeting with no Brian Conley at work, and she smiled. She was still smiling as she finished her coffee and ate a granola bar while she looked through the offerings on a boutique website, searching for the perfect birthday gift for Jake. 

"Oh!" she gasped when she found what she was looking for. She wiled away her time before she had to give a lecture by picking out a pretty green frame to go with the art print. She could already picture it hanging on the wall outside his bedroom door. Just when she was entering her shipping information and credit card number, a loud knock interrupted her thoughts. 

"Come in," she said, her heart starting to race as she purchased the gift, but she calmed down right away when she saw who it was. "Advanced Calculus. How was your weekend?"

But the other woman was looking up and down the hallway suspiciously before she pulled the door closed and rushed toward Jessica's desk. "We don't have time to chat," she said in a loud, harsh whisper as she planted her palms on the desk.

"We don't?" Jessica asked softly, meeting her wide eyed gaze.

"No, we do not. Listen carefully, because we need to act quickly."

"Is something wrong?" Jessica asked, but her friend just shook her head and hit the desk with her palm a few times. 

"No! Now listen! Bradley had to drop me off a little early this morning, so I was in the math supply closet minding my own business when I saw Dr. Rosenthal walk by. And I said good morning. And then he said, 'It's always a good morning when you can calculate the area inside the donut you just ate,' just like he always does. Hmmm.... now I understand why Bradley likes it when I hang out with a very harmless old man at work...."

Jessica was gesturing for her to get to the point.

"Oh, yes, right! So, good old Walter Rosenthal stood there and looked at me like he had some hot gossip to share, which is wild, because I think he's at least seventy five, and he never talks about anyone. But I could tell. So, we stood there in the supply closet doorway, and he just unloaded about Brian."

"What did he say?" Jessica gasped. 

"That Brian is taking a leave of absence! Apparently his wife walked in on him and a TA. But since she's not his TA, the university doesn't even care." Jessica was about to tell her that she already knew all of this information, but she kept her mouth shut as she continued. "But the real kick in the ass is that Brian is suddenly taking time off to work on his marriage! His wife is making him!"

"Really?" Jessica asked, leaning closer. 

"Yes! And I didn't even get to the good part yet!" She was hitting the desk again as she jumped around. "You can thank me later for solving all your problems."

"I can?" Jessica asked, wishing she'd get on with it.

"Mmhmm. You see, Dr. Rosenthal just so happens to hold not just one, but two PhDs."

"He does?"

"He does! Mathematics and physics. Physics, Jessica! And he's going to be filling in as the interim head for the science department while Brian is off. And Dr. Rosenthal told me that he will be off for the rest of the month!"

"The rest of the month...." Jessica's gaze shifted away from her face when she realized it was only the second day of the month. Then she gasped. "The rest of the month!"

"Yes! And how long does it take to complete a tenure review?"

Jessica's heart was pounding so hard, she thought she was going to be sick, whether from nerves or excitement, she wasn't exactly sure. "Three to four weeks."

"Three to four weeks!" She was back to pounding on Jessica's desk as she whispered as loudly as anyone possibly could. "You need to get Rosenthal to review your tenure. And you need to get him to start it today."

"I can't ask him to do that," Jessica whispered as her heart sank. "It's so much work, and he's just an interim department head. And since he has tenure, they probably aren't even offering to pay him more for taking over."

"You can ask him, and you will! This is your chance. Anyone with half a brain can see how hard you work around here and how much your students appreciate you."

Jessica chewed on her lip and looked down at her lap. This was the kind of opening she'd spent the past year blindly hoping for. "I suppose he's got all the right credentials: he has a PhD in a scientific field, he's tenured, and he has more than ten years of teaching experience."

"Let's go," her friend said, still pounding on the desk. "Right now. Come on."

With a nod, Jessica was on her feet and reaching for her discarded suit coat. There really was no time to waste if she wanted this to get anywhere. But her hands were shaking on her way to the elevator, and she had a hard time pushing the button. "I'm nervous," she muttered, feeling like an idiot as she buttoned her jacket and ran her hands over the fabric. 

"There's no reason to be. I promise," her friend replied. "Rosenthal is very reasonable. I'll introduce you, and then you can chat and see what he has to say. The worst he can tell you is no."

Jessica had already subconsciously gotten her hopes up that this whole thing might work out, and when she reached his office over in the math building, she was starting to feel faint. He had to say yes. He absolutely had to. If he did, she would take back every mean thing she ever said about all of the old guys at this college. 

"Come in," called out a voice, and Jessica hadn't even realized that her friend already knocked on the door. Dr. Rosenthal looked a little stern at first in his reading glasses, but as soon as he saw who it was, he said, "It's a little early for lunch and curriculum talk, isn't it?"

"Dr. Rosenthal, have you met Dr. Reed? From the Physics department?"

He immediately stood and stuck out his hand, and Jessica felt a little bad shaking it with her clammy one. "Good morning, Dr. Rosenthal. It's nice to meet you."

"Yes, yes. But it's always a good morning when you can calculate the area inside the donut you just ate."

Jessica smiled, because apparently that was his go-to line. "A calculus joke? I like that. A good use of integration. But I prefer the physics version that claims a donut is fundamentally the same as a coffee mug."

"You know the topologist joke!"

"I'm pretty sure they don't let you have your physics PhD unless you do," she said with a tiny smile.

"Well, what can I do for the two of you?" he asked, glancing at his watch. "I need to meet with Dean Walters in thirty minutes, so I don't have very much time."

"I just informed Dr. Reed that you'll be taking over things in the science department for a few weeks while Dr. Conley is... unavailable."

Jessica had to swallow three times until her mouth felt wet enough to form actual words again. "And as a result, I hate to take up any more of your time, but my tenure review with Dr. Conley has been continually delayed. I was actually planning on talking to him about it again this morning, but that's when I heard he isn't even on campus right now." She was shaking slightly again; she never was any good at telling a lie, even a little white one.

"I'm not surprised," Rosenthal replied before pursing his lips in disgust. "Seems like he was busy doing other things, I suppose. Getting his work done was perhaps the last thing on his mind." He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "You still need to be reviewed again?"

Jessica shook her head. "I need to be reviewed for the first time, actually."

His brow furrowed. "How long have you been at the school?"

"Almost two years."

His eyebrows shot up. "Two years? And Dr. Conley never gave you a tenure review?" She started to shake her head, embarrassed all over again that she had managed to derail her own career by sleeping with him. Luckily Rosenthal saved her from having to speak just then. "Of course. Of course. It should have already been taken care of," he mumbled, shuffling papers around on his desk. "Just let me find my calendar."

The two women watched as he pulled out an enormous, old fashioned schedule keeper and a pen. Jessica's heart was beating so erratically now, she was afraid of what she would say if she opened her mouth. "I'm really rather booked up now, as I'm sure you can understand," he murmured. "But perhaps we can sit down together on Wednesday at lunchtime? I'll need a copy of your schedule to start with, and a copy of your students and their grades."

"I can have that to you this morning," she blurted out.

He smiled as he wrote in his calendar. "Ah, yes. I always did appreciate a professor who keeps up with their grades. The only other thing we will need is another tenured staff member with a PhD who won't mind writing a secondary report and signing off on my findings."

"I'll do it."

Jessica turned to look at her friend as tears welled in her eyes. It was one thing to ask Dr. Rosenthal to give up hours and days of his spare time to sit in on her lectures and critique everything and write a massive report, but this was something else entirely. It would eat up all of her spare time.

"No, I can't ask you to do that, Advanced Calculus," Jessica whispered as her vision blurred behind her glasses. 

"Okay, well you didn't ask. I offered," she replied with a completely neutral expression. 

Rosenthal looked between the two of them before saying, "That's settled then. Just get your schedule and your grade book to me later today, and expect to see me sitting in on your classes."

"Thank you," Jessica practically gasped, reaching to shake his hand again before she turned toward the other woman who was holding the door open for her. Once they were alone in the quiet hallway, her lips started shaking with unshed tears. "You didn't have to do that."

She just shrugged. "I'll have to be one hundred percent honest in what I write about, but I don't think that will be an issue. And... I don't think you fully appreciate how much I hate Brian Conley. Or how much I like you and want you to succeed." Jessica hiccupped as she tried not to cry while her friend started to walk away. "I have a Calculus lecture calling my name, but I'll talk to you later."

Jessica walked through the long corridor to the elevator and cried the entire way back to her office, but she felt better than she had in a very long time.

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Jake was eating lunch while Bradshaw talked his ear off about getting his Bronco detailed. If he wasn't actively putting food into his mouth, he would have fallen asleep. "That's fascinating," he murmured. 

"Right? I have one of the only 1973 models in pristine condition in the state. The whole state."

Jake tuned him out when his phone vibrated in his pocket, and relief washed over him when he saw it was a text from Jessica. Finally, something interesting. 

Any chance you want to meet me at Chippy's for a drink later? And many have a sleepover at my place?

He almost dropped his phone as he texted back as quickly as he could. A Sam Adams after work with his hot girlfriend? Absolutely. A sleepover during the week? Color him committed.

When he showed up at Chippy's at 6:30 just like she had suggested, the place was packed, but there was no sign of her. So he made his way up to the bar where Chippy just blinked at him as he wiped up a nonexistent spill with his towel. 

"Hi," Jake greeted. 

"She's not here," he replied. 

Jake nodded slowly. "She's meeting me soon. Can I get two pints, please?"

Chippy tossed the towel aside and grabbed two glasses, setting them down a little hard in front of Jake once they were full. Then he slid a dish of peanuts next to them while Jake took out his wallet. 

"Perfect," he drawled, handing Chippy a ten with a smile. "You have a nice night." He grabbed an empty hightop with two stools and settled in, nursing his beer and cracking a few peanuts open.

He smiled as he thought about the first time Jessica invited him to her little dive bar paradise. She'd been so excited to talk to him about her lecture and her journals. He'd probably fallen a little bit in love with her that night, if he was being honest. The longer he sat alone and waited, he was reminded of the night she thought he stood her up. If that five mile run had taken him any longer, he doubted he would be here today. 

It was like he could sense her before he saw her, and Jake was out of his seat as Jessica wove around the tables gracefully in her high heels to get to him. "Jake!" she gasped, pushing her glasses up her nose with the backs of her fingers before flinging her arms around his neck. 

"Hey, Smart Girl," he whispered, kissing her while Chippy kept a close eye on things. "Did you have a good day?"

She squealed before chasing his lips for another kiss. Just when things were on the verge of becoming a little too hot for their current setting, she released him with a big smile. "You'll never believe what happened!"

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I love Sugar. She's bestie material. She's everything. Let's make this happen! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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