#anyways if youre seeing this you should follow me look at how sexy i am i spent the last 2+ hours typing this goddamn list out

[beautifulhigh]

It just occurred to me that the polo scene doesn't get much love as it should. I know it's very short but just the thirst in Alex’s eyes, the way you can see his mouth dry while watching Henry ride that horse and his oh so sexy smile. I feel like that scene required a major dissection, and no one does it better so I came calling.

You know what? I'm doing this one now. I know I said I would do a meta on Henry Fox and I would do a meta on the New Year's Eve party but this is in my inbox now and yeah, let's talk about the polo scene.

(I'm also doing this now so I don't have another thing on my To Do pile, and your kind words made my shitty day a little better so thank you.)

Short scene, not a short meta.

In the book when he and Henry are in his bedroom, Alex has this little moment of clouds parting, sun beaming, angels chorus revelation:

In an instant of sudden, vivid clarity, he can’t believe he ever thought he was straight.

And while movie!Alex doesn't have the same bi awakening that book!Alex does. this is very much his moment of "oh I am very not straight at all" and that is valid of him.

(As this is a Jen meta, we shall also be talking about everything else because you do not analyse a text in isolation.)

This interview talks about the editing of the polo match:

Nick [Moore], my new editor coming in, took a look and he says, “I wanna try something with that polo match.” He spent a weekend of his own time doing something, and then he was ready to show me. He sat me down and said, “I’ve done something crazy.”

And we went from filmed scripted scenes and a lead in, to "bagpipes intensify" and it works SO well for where these boys are in this new stage of their relationship.

Our establishing shots are of the teams, the horses, the uniforms. This is Henry's world and Alex is about to step into it (which is a reversal of Henry at the NYE party - I swear I will write that meta once I have all the gif posts I want to link to) and it's all quick cuts and sharp transitions and moving shots. The pace has been set for Alex to enter.

We pick him out in the crowd but he's lost as quickly as we spot him. He's one of many here and it's all too quick to stay with him.

Firstly, you will never convince me that he didn't pick the tightest trousers he could find. Henry's comment about him being a mouthful is foreshadowed, right there.

ANYWAY

He walks in, he's looking around, he's doing up his jacket as a form of protection. Alex is the proverbial fish out of the proverbial water (and I have a meta about water if you're interested) and we're straight back in with the quick edits. Horses, polo sticks, this is not a game most people know how to play. Alex certainly doesn't. He's doing up his jacket and he is uncomfortable.

He is not a stranger to a suit, and that is certainly not something that is ill fitting. It is circumstance, not clothing.

And then we get our first clear shot of Henry. Only it's not clear, not at first. He literally comes into focus.

Stick aloft, mouth open, like he's a walking riding metaphor.

And Alex's face changes.

Yeah. He is definitely not straight.

From then on we stay with Henry. We, in Alex's viewpoint, have found him. And so we track Henry through the game and it's just generic horse legs if we're looking at anything else. The only player we/Alex see is Henry.

Here, Henry is leading. Going in first, checking it's clear, knowing Alex will follow him. Henry leads, Alex follows. Into the garden, into the bed, into the sexual component of their relationship. Alex admits to Henry right from the start that this is new to him:

“I’ve, uh,” Alex begins. “I’ve never actually done this before.” “Alex,” Henry says, reaching down to stroke at Alex’s hair, “you don’t have to, I’m—” “No, I want to,” Alex says, tugging at Henry’s waistband. “I just need you to tell me if it’s awful.” Henry is speechless again, looking as if he can’t believe his fucking luck. “Okay. Of course.”

When it comes to being with a man? Henry leads, Alex follows.

And then the pacing and editing kicks off. We intercut to the tempo of the bagpipes between the match and the hook up and Henry is leading the charge on both.

He's in charge and Alex is LOVING it:

Turns out being on the receiving end of Henry’s royal authority is an extreme fucking turn-on.

This is risky and the most dangerous thing they have done so far. Amy walking in on them in the Red Room is one thing - book!Alex is VERY thankful for the staff NDAs when it comes to what they know about him and Henry - but neither of them care here. And Alex is very much letting Henry take the lead and set the pace.

Which, given how long Henry has wanted Alex, wanted this, and how he's not able to live and love (at this point) as openly as Alex is, giving Henry this control means that not only can Alex continue his education in this mlm era of his life, but he's giving Henry all of the freedom he can. God Bless America or something.

We intercut the make out scene with shots of things being hit, the hard slamming of one thing against another, of riders in saddles. The hands may be a metaphor for sex in the Paris scene but we have it here as well.

Alex is fully on board by this point and he's not letting Henry set the full agenda. In his White House bedroom we got the scene of Henry going down on Alex (and there is no way that it was a one-way exchange given how long they were there) so now? It's his turn.

My favourite editing choice?

We then cut to Henry's arse bouncing in that saddle. If the Paris scene is making love? This is them fucking. Henry is bouncing away, riding for all he's worth, chasing down his singular aim with precision and determination.

It's innuendo at its finest.

I love this shot. We're looking up at them - we're just like Alex who is now looking up at Henry due to his new vantage point (#NoLongerTaller) - and we see Alex is fully crowding up into Henry's space. And they are right by the door. There is no cover, no escape. Anyone coming in has fully caught them. Please let there be a PPO or a Secret Service be just outside. Please. For their sanity if not mine.

But even if there isn't for some insane reason, they don't care. They are so lost in each other, so caught up in this moment, that they aren't FSOTUS and the Prince Of Wales. They aren't boys with status and expectations. They're just two consenting adults who are testing the boundaries of what public indecency actually means.

They are really going for it now. Henry's arm is tensed with the effort of keeping Alex close, his hand is splayed on Henry's back to give him contact with more of him. They are not letting go. Diving all in like it's a nod to the Olympic event where they met in the book.

And when they come up for air it's because Alex is... well... about to go diving.

Those fingers make VERY quick work of the belt and what he is doing with his hands and those fingers is further evidence in the "this is them fucking" category.

And then the frame which I'm guessing inspired Cordelia's ask to me:

LOOK AT THAT FACE. Look at those fucking eyelashes. But Alex is wanting and he is wanting hard for Henry. Pun intended. He's got a plan for this, he's got a To Do list for those Very Bad Things he promised/threatened Henry with all those weeks ago.

And it will have been weeks. The State Dinner was around February time based on the texts (end of January at the latest) and then Henry says the polo match is "next month" (which would put it end of February, early March because we would not say 'next month' if it were next week, regardless of when the month starts) and so it's been weeks since they hooked up in Alex's room. Weeks of having to just text and email and maybe venture into video calls.

None of that would compare to being together.

This is the first time that Alex has gotten his hands on Henry since his bedroom and he's desperate to get more than his hands on him.

And this shot as Alex pulls Henry's trousers down is fucking pornographic. Matthew López, did you direct Nick to act like this or was it his choice? Go watch his expression as Alex is pulling the offending clothing out of the way and tell me that this isn't pornographic.

And then we cut to the not-at-all subtle shot of Henry well, making the shot. With ease and power and the ball shooting out of frame. Something something orgasm metaphor something release.

There's even a little wisp as he makes the shot. If this post isn't flagged for mature content I'll be surprised.

Next shot?

Congrats on not getting caught, on the sex, on the most smut-filled-while-almost-fully-clothed-sex scene I've ever had the joy of frame-by-framing through.

Alex is doing up his tie again but he's not uncomfortable. And Henry is so fucking happy I could cry. Because he just hooked up with this guy, in semi-public, and got away with it. They are firmly in Henry's world here, a world where he can't be out and proud, and he got to have something he wanted. And, maybe crucially, no one knows about it. His privacy is intact.

But more importantly, this thing he's got with Alex is something. It's not a one night stand. Alex came here specifically for him, because he asked him to. Because Alex wanted to see him, be with him. This wasn't an obligation, this wasn't something set up by anyone for show and to do damage control. This was for them, and them alone.

Look at these smug bastards. Look at them. Gettin' their rocks off and making puns about being hungry and eating like they didn't just devour each other.

BUT

I gotta bring the feels here 'cause it's me.

Henry attended the State dinner because he was expected to, because that was in place before the New Year's kiss. It was an obligation and in both the movie and the book he had been ghosting Alex. And then Alex grabbed him in the Red Room and they hooked up and at the end of that scene Henry nervously asks Alex if he wants to be his guest at the polo event. Alex doesn't actually say yes - he says he doesn't know how to play polo, there's a comment about it being safer if he's on the sidelines - but leaving aside any fear that he would stand Henry up this is the first time they have made plans with the intention of seeing each other, of being together in this way.

This is, for want of a better term, kinda like a date.

Alex turned up, Henry put out, and they're very much committing to seeing where this path will take them. (Forever. It'll take them to forever.)

Alex isn't straight, Henry is very much in love, and they're embracing that giddy phase of a relationship where you just can't keep your hands off each other. And we fade from this to Paris where they're on another kind of date and then there's another kind of sex scene and it's a speedrun of their relationship on screen like they weren't indulging in foreplay with all the text flirting.

Which, by the way, don't think I didn't notice that Henry's jersey number was 4. Four-play indeed.

(Thanks for this, Cordelia, I needed something like this to soothe my brain.)

[x0x0josephinex0x0]

svt gym rat bf things

I am re-starting my fitness journey, and what better to motivate me than being a casual (worrying) level of obsessed with svt. So yeah once again no one asked for this but here we are, writing it anyway

Warnings: some slightly suggestive material, going to the gym/fitness/working out is the topic, meals and eating mentioned

seungcheol

-he is 100% using any gym time with you to show off/impress you/remind you he's ya man, the most overtly sexy of the gym bfs

-likes to hold eye contact while he does hip thrusts. if he's really feeling it he'll get the weights as close to your actual weight as possible, looking at you while he stacks them all up.

-the BELT FLICKS.......the belt flicks. he does it on purpose. and by god you’re grateful.

-shamelessly ogles you the whole time

-he will slap your butt after spotting you for squats and call it his boyfriend tax

-knows you think he's sexy when he works his arms or chest so he always calls you over to spot and then smirks when you get flustered

-but he doesn’t anticipate how desperately whipped he becomes watching you work out (the post lift cardio session is always of a very specific genre if u know what I mean)

-also is a sucker for you in gym clothes and buys you new gym fits every other week

jeonghan

-only wants to go if you're going (poor boy is tired)

-really good at spotting though, always there to help if you need

-easily impressed when you do anything even remotely cool or beat your pr

-spends most of the time talking to you while you work out

-gets flustered when you do something he finds attractive but will NEVER admit it and tries to play it cool

-when he does finally get to the workout you are disgusted by how much bigger his arms are than yours

-i just know he got a fire gym playlist with barbiecore songs bc they get him hyped

joshua

-subtle flirting in the gym is this man's love language

-meets eyes with you and winks across the squat rack, "accidentally" grabs the same weight and your hands touch and he looks up at you all dramatically, leans against the mirror to chat you up

-all smiles even when he's lifting something really heavy if you're there

-makes a plan beforehand for what you're both working that day and checks in with you periodically to see how you're doing

-does silly dances to his gym playlist to make you laugh

-gives you hugs no matter how sweaty you are

-makes sure you push yourself just enough but never too hard

-the gym selfie king -- and he knows all your best angles

jun

-working out with him is a hazard because he always makes you laugh mid lift and you nearly drop what you're holding

-big proponent of stretching but mostly because he likes to see how flexible you are because he is a heaux

-he is also pretty dedicated to his workouts and knows how to keep on task at the gym, but thinks it's cute if you're bouncing off the walls a little

-switches earbuds with you while working out and then judges you when half of it is music he's a featured artist in

-he will challenge you to fake dance battles

-sneaks lil kisses between sets

hoshi

-cannot contain himself because YOU CAME TO THE GYM WITH HIM, goes way too hard, and complains for the next four days about how sore he is

-"races" you on the treadmill

-takes his shirt off because "he got too sweaty" but then gets suspiciously excited when you stare at him or compliment him

-you catch him staring at you all the time

-does his squats RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE and then looks over his shoulder at u like "what r u looking at? perv"

-will do every single gym couples challenge with you, sends you videos throughout the week being like "we should try this"

wonwoo:

-another tired boy, but he does plan what he's going to work out at the gym every time and appreciates you following his schedule with him to keep each other on track

-workouts are usually not aerobic heavy so there's a lot of eye contact with him too

-cannot keep a smile off his face when you hype him up while he lifts, which is almost reason enough for him to do it

-is also super encouraging -- when you're challenging yourself to do something you've never done or trying to break a pr he's always so supportive and sweet

-lets you pick out matching gym fits to wear and always loves how happy you get when he comes out in his

jihoon:

-this man is the ultimate gym buddy and personal trainer

-if u express even a vague interest in working out he will sit you down to discuss goals and expectations and then come to your first gym session with a written, illustrated schedule targeting your specific body type & goals

-meal preps for u :(:(:(:(

-THE BEST spotter and also why do i feel like he has weird amounts of chiropractic knowledge and will be able to help you stretch SO well

-you can ask him any question about any workout and he knows the answer

-for some reason being in the gym with jihoon is so romantic to me like??? i feel like he'd be spotting you while you lift and he'd just lightly touch your arms to steady you and you'd be a blushing mess and so would he and then you'd go make out after

-worried you’re gonna get hurt so it’s sometimes hard for him to complete his workouts bc he’s watching your form

seokmin:

-going to the gym with seokmin would be a disaster in the best way

-will you work out? yes

-will it mostly be your abs, from laughing at him the entire time? also yes

-he will do bicep curls at you AGGRESSIVELY while he blasts careless whisper over the gym speakers

-his squats are all excuses to throw it back/twerk into you

-is also down for a couples challenge or two

-would be very complimentary of your muscles even if you don't feel like they're that good

-counts down your reps in a silly voice

-he ALSO has really good belt flicks but kind of by accident, and when he catches you blushing he'll tease you about it

mingyu:

-another elite-level gym buddy bf

-does love shots with your preworkout & makes the BEST post-gym meals

-he would also totally be that guy who has you kneel on his feet when he does sit-ups or lay beneath him while he does pushups so he can kiss you every time

-he is also an ogler. he will stare shamelessly at your butt as you walk by

-you might try to do a couples challenge once, but he's clumsy af and it didn't end well so you vowed never to do it again

-he's just a big baby so every time you exclaim over how nice his body is he'll get all shy

-also of course this man is posting up in a backwards baseball cap, a black skintight shirt, and gray sweatpants ON PURPOSE but he'll pretend he doesn't know he's committing literal crimes

-enthusiastically encourages you “one more rep babe one more you got this YEAHHHHH”

minghao:

-i see him more as a yoga/barre guy than a lifting guy

-also very good at stretching you out

-gets embarrassed when you watch him push through a difficult workout bc you're practically drooling at how attractive it is

-but he's also surprisingly goofy in the gym with you and makes sure you’re both having a good time

-loves to do those couple yoga poses and couple stretches

-also is down to help you with boxing or jiu jitsu moves

-post-gym glow is real on minghao

-hard to keep ur hands off each other after you get home hehehehehehehe

seungkwan:

-leg day is every day. so many squats are being done

-he also makes you laugh a lot

-for any aerobic workouts you are either getting in the pool with the grannies for water aerobics or ur doing Zumba there is no in between

-takes you on runs to beautiful spots in the city

-gets competitive about working out with you so if you do more reps than him or run a lil faster he pushes himself too hard

-is always prepared: the night before, he’ll set out your gym clothes, fill your water bottle and put it in the fridge, portion out the preworkout, etc

vernon:

-wants to share gym playlists, so he has one earbud of yours in the gym at all times

-surprises himself with how much he’s staring at you because wow he likes you in that tight shirt and leggings

-I can see him being really methodical about working out, so he kinda gets lost in it and forgets you’re alive, until you do your little dances around him

-he loves it when you show off for him so he can compliment you bc he’s kind of shy to do it without a reason bc then he’d have to admit how much he’s forgetting to work out because he’s paying attention to you

-gives you kisses to congratulate you when you reach milestones

chan

-he would also be elite level gym buddy bf

-uses gentle hands to correct your form if he’s worried you’re gonna hurt yourself 🫠

-he is also goofy in the gym but he also knows exactly when to be serious

-almost more committed to your goals than you are and goes buck wild when you reach a goal of any sort bc he is AN ADORABLE CUTIEPIE

-it’s the little things for him — like when you hum along to the song in your ears when you’re re-racking the smaller weights, he’s just so smitten with you

-idk why but I feel that he would be so good to you when you’re feeling that post gym soreness. he’s on that draw you an epsom salt bath, give you a massage, bring you Gatorade type beat

[accio-victuuri]

some february fake rumors 💭

i am referencing these two contributions here & here. while we’re preparing ourselves for the chaos of xz’s mfw appearances, let’s enjoy these sweets first!

i’m using a very sexy xiao laoshi just because… 🤷🏻‍♀️

the first one is so funny and nostalgic with how it was presented. usually, fake rumors are in conversation form or in paragraphs. or, at some point, there is a story and then OP will include stick drawings to better explain what’s happening. this was popular when the topic are unofficial bts content before the videos were released.

this contribution tho only had the stick figure 😂😂

you can clearly see what’s the “story” here. lol. the two of them were caught by someone. this is not the first time a story like this came out but seeing it this way is entertaining. fans are also pointing out what they are doing, the faces are so close! kissing! 💋

the second one goes back to the usual format of conversations.

the first part is a staff telling yibo that be brought so much and then wyb says he doesn’t have the car to carry the stuff. he also said he has divided it, to which another staff says it’s easier for them. they tell wyb that he should eat more mandarin oranges.

wyb: Yo, you’re back

wyb: Come on, I brought everything with me.

xz: If I don’t eat, I’ll stay up late tomorrow and die of swelling.

xz: gone

🏃🏃🏃🏃

wyb: Look at me going all the way here and you’re ignoring me.

xz: Aren’t you pretty good at the game?

wyb: That's different

xz: Why is it different? Please explain it carefully.

wyb: Fierce me 🥹👈🏻Brother x, look at everything about him

xz: 🙄🤛🏻

wyb: If you don’t eat carbohydrates, your temper will get worse.

LOL. Years later, WYB is still worrying over XZ and what he eats lol. and how WYB wants all of XZ’s attention, and his gege playing along. I can imagine him saying “please explain it”.

staff 2: 🍊 So delicious

staff 1: I’ll take two more

xz: You guys eat so much

xz: Come, come here

i love how wyb’s love language is giving gifts, and it shows here. this is allegedly a fake scenario during the CNY holidays, and ofc, Bobo won’t forget gifts for XZ’s staff as well! what a good brother in law!

🚪🚪🚪🚪

I don’t know anything. I only know how to eat. You can talk wherever you like. Where can we go to talk? We'll make up soon anyway.

🚪🚪🚪🚪

xz: Okay, I won’t argue with you anymore. I went back to take a shower and sweated all over.

wyb: Then I’ll go back too

xz: You eat here and eat with them

wyb: I’m afraid of getting swollen even if I don’t eat.

xz: Okay?

wyb: ☺️☺️🥰

wyb: Withdrawal ✋🏻

wyb: You should ☺️ take a sip to reduce swelling.

xz: you😂

xz: Is it okay if I ask Brother A to buy red beans for me?

wyb: Let’s go upstairs☺️

The use of the door here and this commentary from the OP made fans think of the “drawing” from the rumor i discussed first. It’s like OP is implying that he was only there to enjoy the food from wyb. The previous convo looks like the two are bickering, but they will be sweet later. make up soon? what does that mean? Did OP see them kissing?

P.S: if you have a weibo account, please like all the comments with yellow circles in this xzs new post. take this as a reminder to do the same for the MFW posts in the coming days. 💪🏼 we have to show our support! XZ will most likely post on IG too, so this is your reminder to follow him.

-END.

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 3- Lingerie

This is gonna be self-indulgent as hell and I am not sorry but also I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: non-idol!JB x afab!Reader

Warnings: Pet names (Daddy, Princess, Baby), mentions of panty stealing, mentions of masturbation, oral (fem. receiving), PIV intercourse, creampie (fem. receiving), no condom (be safe out there y'all), spanking, hair pulling

=Please let me know if I missed any.=

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

~18+ MDNI ~

It was not often that you wanted to buy fancy things. Even less often the fancy stuff you happen to buy turns out to be something sexy to wear for your husband. This time you couldn't help it. One day in your boredom you decided to do some online shopping and found a gorgeous lacey emerald green set that you knew would look amazing against your skin tone. Even better it was on sale! One night's bored purchase is another night's fun. Honestly, you had almost completely forgotten you bought it until it came in the mail today. It was a pleasant surprise, a gift from your past self and you couldn't help but be thrilled. Just then you got another idea. You were going to make an event of it. You had the day off to relax anyway why not make it worthwhile. With that determination in mind, you went to take a shower to get ready for what you had planned. After your shower, you applied some light makeup and fixed your hair into neat french braids that finished off as low pigtails. He liked your hair like that for very obvious reasons. Then you put on the new lingerie set you bought. On top of it, you put on the dress you know he loves seeing you in the most. It's a long red sundress with flowers on it and a slit that goes up the middle rather than down the side. Once you were all dolled up and ready you decided to head to the kitchen to fix up his favorite meal and to set the table like they would in a restaurant.

When you were finally done you sent a quick text to your husband, -I have a surprise for you when you get home! I hope you like it I love you. See you soon!- You knew he should be on his way home by now and the notification would come up on the dash screen of his car. A few minutes later you get his reply, - I can't wait! I am almost home. I love you too!- It was exciting waiting in anticipation for him to come home. Not even five minutes later while you were putting the finishing touches on the meal you heard the front door open and close. You went out to greet him, "Hello my love how was work?"

"Ah, you know same old-," he pauses when he finally looks up from taking off his shoes to switch to his house slippers, "Wow, what's the special occasion that my beautiful wife feels the need to make my knees weak."

"There is no special occasion I just felt like pampering my handsome husband because he's been working extra hard lately," you replied moving closer to give him a kiss. He instantly returned the kiss and placed his hands on your hips. Before the kiss could get any more heated you pulled away, "Dinner is ready in the kitchen. I made your favorite."

"Have I ever told you that I love you," he asks following you into the kitchen/dining room.

"Only every single day Jae," you respond with a giggle at his affection. No matter how long you two have been together Im Jaebum gives you butterflies like it's still the very first date. Upon seeing the spread you had laid out on the table he came up to hug you from behind and whispered in your ear, "So you did all of this just because I have been working extra hard? I feel like you are planning something, Princess."

"What I can't just want to do something nice for you," you ask trying not to give your true intentions away.

"Okay, I will believe you for now. Let's eat then," he says giving you one more kiss on the head before going to sit down. You both enjoy your meal together and he helps you clean up. When everything was cleaned and put away you went up to JB and wrapped your arms around his neck. He placed his hands back on your hips. You lean closer to whisper in his ear again, "There is more to your surprise. Join me in the bedroom will you?"

"See I knew you were up to something," he says with a smile but follows you to the bedroom anyway. You sit him down on the edge of the bed and tell him to close his eyes. Once you are sure he isn't peeking you remove the dress you were wearing and throw it into the hamper in the corner of the room. You let him know that he can open his eyes and when he does you don't fail to notice the way his eyes darken when they look at you. His expression shifts from one of pure admiration to something darker and full of lust. You can hear it in the timber of his voice when he says, "Come here princess let daddy get a closer look at you."

You can't help but do what he asks this was your plan after all and you couldn't be more glad that it worked. As you step closer he places his hands on your thighs. It is gentle at first and then he moves up higher. Wrapping his arms around your thighs and pulling you closer so he can see as he moves his hands up to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. Then he lands a sharp spank on your left cheek and soothes it by rubbing his hand softly over the spot. "Look at you, baby. You look so good for me all wrapped in lace like this. I will try not to ruin it while I am busy fucking you into oblivion," he growls from his position below you. From that same position, he lifts you up with no issues and tosses you gently onto the bed so that you're lying on your back.

He takes his sweet time kissing and nipping at your inner thighs. He makes his way so slowly to the place you need him most. You can feel how wet you are just from this and he hasn't even properly started yet. You know that he is doing this on purpose and are sure this was his own plan ever since he became suspicious of you planning something. He was moving so slowly and so gently and you knew that he could see how much it affected you from the ever-growing wet patch on your new panties. "Da-daddy please don't tease me anymore I c-can't take it. I need you please," you beg gasping when he nips just a little bit harder at your most sensitive parts.

"That's it, baby beg for me. Beg for me to use this pretty little pussy however I want," he replies finally giving you some type of relief by rubbing a thumb up and down your covered folds. He continued that for a little while longer and then gave in at the sound of your desperate moans. He pulled the panties down your legs and once they were fully off he shoved them into the pocket of his slacks. You already struggled to think and he was only getting started. It only got worse when he finally gave your pussy the attention you wanted him to. He licked a long stripe up your glistening folds humming in satisfaction at your taste.

"What do you think princess should I take my time eating you out until you cum again and again on my face or would you just like me to get you ready enough to take my cock," he asks. It was getting hard to form words. The combination of his tongue and his two fingers that joined shortly after his question was blurring your mind with pleasure. He stops all movement to say, "Come on baby use your words. Already so fucked dumb and I have barely even done anything yet. What do you want you can say it."

"I w- I want to-to-to- wanna get ready for daddy's cock," you say barely able to string the sentence together. Jaebum had a way of doing that to you and you loved it. You loved being able to give yourself over to the pleasure he brought you and he loved it too. Hearing your answer JB dove in like a man starved. After so many years he knew your body like nobody else and he knew exactly what to do to bring you over the edge. His mouth licking your sensitive clit and his middle and ring fingers plunging deep into you. Every time you'd touch yourself when he wasn't around you could never get your fingers to go as deep as his. He brought you ecstasy like nothing else. You could feel yourself getting closer.

"Daddy I am so close please can I cum I really wanna cum on your face please please, please," you begged almost crying.

"Cum baby cum all over my face and then again one more time on my cock after," he said temporarily removing his mouth from your clit and then going right back. When he replaces his mouth you feel yourself let go coming all over his face and fingers. It feels so good but you know you aren't done yet. He wastes no time moving away to remove his own clothes and then flipping you over. He pulls your hips up and once he has the right position he slides right in. He gives you enough time to adjust to him and as soon as he's sure you're okay he sets a fast pace. At first, his hands are on your hips giving your ass harsh slaps every so often that make you yelp and moan at the painful pleasure. Then his hands move to your hair each hand taking one of the pigtails and then pulling back making your back arch and he is able to hit a new deeper angle. He can feel you tightening around him and he knows you're close again which is good because so is he. He leans down into your ear, "That's it, baby just a little more, and then let's cum together yeah?"

He keeps up this pace and it is only a matter of time before you're falling off the edge cumming all over his cock and he follows seconds after. Cum spurting out in thick ropes into you. It takes a moment for you both to calm down but when you finally do he goes to the bathroom to get a warm rag to clean you up. "That was amazing and you should online shop more often if this is what it leads to," he jokes.

"Yeah I will get right on that," you respond with a laugh. He helps you clean up, take your make-up off, and let your hair down. You both fall asleep in each other's arms after exchanging a sincere 'I love you' and you couldn't be happier to end your day with him.

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A/N: HOLY COW!!! I am so sorry for being so late on this one but like I said it was really self-indulgent and I definitely got super carried away. Luckily day 3 is done and day 4 will be out later today so as a bonus for this one being late you technically get two in one day! HOORAY!

[iriel3000]

Hurry, She Needs You

Summary: Natasha becomes ill from what they think is food poisoning. Tony and Bruce try to care for her until Clint arrives home from a deep cover mission. Part 1 of 6

Whumptober Day 1: Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Natasha whump, light whump, eventual happy ending

“OK, I made my speech. I'm ready to leave." Tony Stark loosened his silk, Ferragamo tie and unbuttoned the top of his white dress shirt.

"Photo op with the Board of Directors and then we can go." His sultry companion tossed her long red hair over her shoulder, surveying the room.

New York’s finest came out for the city’s annual Public Works Charity Auction. Natasha had agreed to accompany Tony while Pepper was at the Clean Energy Conference in Chicago.

"Really?" He asked, eyes lighting up. "Pepper always makes me stay and schmoose."

"Do you want me to act like your wife tonight?" Natasha arched an eyebrow and toyed with her empty rocks glass.

"That's a loaded question, Agent Romanov." He smirked and signaled for another drink.

“If anything,” Tony lowered his voice, “I need you to use your skills on Aldrich Killian. There are whispers he’s experimenting with biologicals and I want to know what he’s up to.”

“Maybe the next party. I’m tasked to only one crazy billionaire tonight.”

"Aren't I the lucky one?” Stark raked his eyes over her elegant figure.

Natasha wore a simple yet sexy little black dress with a diamond necklace, earrings and a plain black band on her right ring finger. He joked that the ring had a hidden needle full of poison inside.

“Aldrich couldn’t handle you in that dress tonight, anyway.” That got a smirk out of her. “Speaking of simps, where’s Barton?”

Her face softened, becoming almost wistful.

“Too far.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Stark.” A waiter interrupted and held out a short glass with clear liquid, another sat on a small tray. “Compliments of Mr. Killian.”

Tony looked across the room at Aldrich then turned away from his top competitor and rolled his eyes.

Natasha accepted both, thanked the young man and downed the first drink in one gulp. She held up the second and toasted to Killian in thanks.

“He doesn’t look pleased that I drank his expensive liquor.”

“I'm sure he wanted to see me choke on it.”

“Bitter finish,” she scrunched her nose, “I did you a favor.”

The host of the evening announced a silent auction would begin in ten minutes.

“Romanov, get us out of here.”

“Follow me.” Natasha stood but quickly put a hand to her forehead.

“You okay?” Tony jumped to her side when she swooned and grabbed for the edge of the table.

Tony laced his arm through hers. She giggled.

“Wait. Are you drunk?”

"No.” Natasha yanked her arm free, wobbling a little as she did so.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He’d seen Natasha drink way more than tonight but never slur or stumble.

"Funny. Do you want to leave? Or do you want me to announce that the after party is at your house?” She turned towards the podium.

“No, no.” He stopped her. “No more jokes. Get us out of here.”

On the ride home, Natasha was quiet. Tony kept from commenting on the fine sheen of sweat glistening over her face and neck or how she kept her eyes closed, making little noises with every turn of the car.

He had his own private entrance to his penthouse but offered to ride up with Nat.

“I’m fine.” She clipped and fumbled into the elevator.

Tony hovered until the number to her floor stopped and started back down. The doors opened.

The empty compartment should have made him feel better, but it didn't.

Stark wandered down to his basement lab and poured a scotch, contemplating on how to check on his favorite bodyguard without her knowing he was checking on her.

Hey. he texted. Does William Tell know we went on a date?

Waiting for a reply, Tony flipped on the news and opened his new software system, an advanced A. I. program he’d been working on for the Tower.

Glancing at his phone, he frowned. No response yet. He tried again.

Breakfast in the morning? Happy wants to go over the new security install with you.

His knee bounced impatiently waiting for a response.

At the five minute mark, Tony called for Jarvis.

“Jarvis, security override, Stark616. What is the status of Agent Romanov?”

“Agent Romanov’s heart rate and blood pressure are abnormal. Vitals indicate she is unconscious, sir.”

Tony raced to the elevator.

“Agent Romanov is in Agent Barton’s quarters, the master bathroom.”

Tony would’ve enjoyed that little piece of information any other time, right now, he needed to know Nat was okay.

Rushing through Clint’s apartment, Tony burst into the bathroom.

“Oh my God, Natasha.” She was unconscious on the floor. “Nat, wake up! Jarvis, call Bruce!”

tbc...entire story will be posted below after part 6

Hurry, She Needs You

[casablancarossa]

Kiss Kiss

<<a [Valentines] taemin x reader scenario>>

I am back from the grave(read as work) and I totally do not have 8 drafts sitting waiting for me wanting to be posted.

Synopsis: It's Valentines day and you may be a little pissed Taemin isn't with you. Well it's nothing that the rest of SHINee and friends can't fix Pairings : taemin x female!reader Genre : Simple fluff, implied sexiness. Author's Note: Anyway. I could not live with myself if I did not have a Valentines story for our boy. For a fic about you and Taemin, Jinki is here a lot, but I miss him and I need to write about him or else I will cry. Enjoy your stay <3

"Come on Y/N, wake up, we're here"

You felt a hand quickly patting you at the shoulder with urgency, slowly lifting you from your slumber. While dazed, you could slightly make out that majority of the passengers in the bus were now disembarking, all speaking about one thing and one thing only, that hopefully the weather remains clear for the fireworks.

Begrudgingly, you shifted out of your seat, dragging your feet as you hop off the step at the door, stretching your arms out into the air as you yawn and continue stretching your body up.

"Do you think eonnie is going to be angry we are late and hungover?", you groaned, your hands fumbling in your pockets trying to find your sunglasses.

"At least, I managed to convince you to look pretty, or else I'd be lynched", the tone in your friend's voice was far from impressed.

"I don't see how my best friend would care if I look like sewage. We're here to support her gallery remember? I don't need to look pretty for it."

An obvious frown decorated your face, reaching for the sunglasses in your pocket, coolly sliding it onto your face before flashing a smile and quickly hooking your arm around your friend's arm. He smiles back at you and rolled his eyes before he leads you at a certain direction.

Jinki had been begging for you to join him so he could attend your friend's gallery show, who had finally landed a spot at Lunar Art Show, a festival focused for the Lunar New Year celebrations and with a huge art expo alongside it. You had promised to attend the last day of the festival as it was going to be a special Valentines event, with tons of games, food and events themed around the day.

If you weren't so hungover, you'd appreciate the slight shift in the decor, now doning soft pastels and hearts across the banners and buntings.

"Hey Y/N, should we get a quick snack? Your friend said the gallery doesn't allow food inside.. It'll help you ease the hangover", Jinki flashed a smile, giggling at your current predicament, currently struggling to stand still without swaying, almost falling over a couple of times.

The quick wave of your hands, followed by a thumbs up, hinted that you could go for some food, grumbling that how you and Jinki drank last night was next to inhumane.

You blamed the man with you for the state you are in. But you also didn't expect that both of you would be passed out on Minho's sofa after rounding up the SHINee members for what was supposed to be a 'small drink'. And while you could barely remember why you decided to drink yourself blind, the rest surely did.

Leading up to Valentines was an important event for you and Taemin, and as cheesy and cliché it was, Valentines day was your anniversary day as well. It was just serendipitous planning that you two ended up being official on that date and you two didn't mind at all. More often than not, Taemin enjoyed making a week out of it, citing that discount chocolate is still chocolate, to which you would laugh at and call him an idiot for it.

But almost a week ago, Taemin had been rudely taken from your company, being sent off to Japan for work, which bummed you out. With his solo concert in Japan around the corner, it made sense that they would want him there for a while leading up to it, but you had hopped that you would be at least given a day or two after Valentines, until he needed to leave you.

However, Taemin could be a bit dense with texting anyone, often forgetting to contact his members, family and you. When you tried to contact him last night to greet him 'Happy Anniversary', you were greeted by voicemail. When he finally responds, all he sent was a heart emoji and a quick informal 'see you soon' message. That's when you went on a drinking rampage. Starting the night by knocking on Jinki's door, already half cut, slurring your words. After Jinki was a quick visit to Kibum, who was not impressed by you barging into his home, but decided to join in on the fun after you promised him that you would buy him that wine from France that he has been on the waitlist for.

The final stop of the night was Minho who had to listen to your ramblings. Maybe you were too drunk to say anything about it then, but you could recall him laughing at you for crying about Taemin.

Your face scrunched trying to recall that Minho tried to propose to you, Key argued something vague about trying to keep you at home and some plan involving you and Jinki, ordering more alcohol. That's really where your memory drops off and the next thing you remember is being up and being shoved into the bathroom after Jinki begs you to go to the Lunar Art Show with him.

The smell of food distracts you as you snap back to reality to see Jinki, happily eating away and observing the crowd. You two had placed yourselves around the standing table, sharing a bowl of tteokboki between you.

"Hey.. y/n... "

"Hm??"

"You good?", Jinki asks softly before folding hid arms on the table, leaning in slightly to look at you.

"Yeah.. yeah.. the hangover wore out after some water", you replied nonchalantly as you take a bottle from the table and take a big gulp.

"No.. I mean.. are you okay?", the tone of his voice shifts slightly with the question almost sounding sheepish.

"I'm fine oppa. Lets not talk about it.. " you sighed, dropping the fork into the bowl, your appetite slowly dwindling down.

Jinki pursed his lips, as he follows your line of sight. Acknowledging that maybe being surrounded by lovey-dovey couples was not the best idea to placate your sour mood, he was left to handle the mission of making sure you were here, unless he wanted to feel the wrath of his maknae.

He observed how despite how sunny it was, there was a gloom cloud that loomed over your form. The sudden onset public display of affection from passerbys earned a scoff or a grunt out of you, muttering how stupid the company was and more so how stupid Taemin was.

"Hey Y/N, lets go see the gallery. Maybe a friendly face might cheer you up", Jinki muses, quickly feeding himself the remaining food and disposing of the containers.

His arm quickly hooks around yours, leading you towards the area of purpose built lodges, each containing a gallery from different artists. He bided the time, walking slowly as he points out some painting that he thinks would be nice for Key's apartment.

It did warm your heart that Jinki was making an effort to cheer you up. God knows the other two weren't. Minho and Key were useless last night and were virtually nowhere to be seen when you woke up. Although you did appreciate that Key had dropped of some new clothes and his own personal cosmetics bag, for you to play with, leaving a note something along the lines of 'Just because you cried like a baby last night, doesn't mean you can't go out looking like you are in your bad bitch era. Sorry that Taemin is an idiot'.

Finally the sign of your friend's name caught your attention, finally arriving at a decent sized lodge. As you enter through the curtain partition acting as doors, you were immediately greeted by a hug from your childhood best friend, Jieun.

"Hey, glad you could make it", she chirpped, tightening her hug around you.

"Yeah.. this looks amazing", you sighed, quickly scanning the area. "Did I miss much?", you asked worried, noticing that the number of people were slowly counting down.

Immediately in your hands, Jieun passes a glass of champagne, giggling at the fact you made it to her show, but more importantly that everything was falling into place.

"Not at all, in fact, today is extra special, I got the go ahead to display some pieces in the garden behind the lodge, you might spot one of the paintings, you helped me with. If you start from the right , over here.. " she gestures to the large brutalist piece on the far right of the space. "..it'll loop you back here"

Right. Start of with the dark, cold paintings. You stare at the welcome piece, sensing the sereness that comes with a cold industrial scene.

Click.

The flashing light of the camera that seemed to have manifested to Jieun's hands didn't even make you budge, you were used to it and nothing made her more happier that taking the subtle moments when someone is looking at her work, whether its by the subdued grin, or lost daze in their eyes, or the clenching of their fists. It was all prime material for Jieun and often perfect reference photos for the future.

"Trust me, it warms up eventually.." she smirks, nudging your arms with her elbow.

Jieun spins to look at Jinki, immediately linking arms with him. "Now for you, I think I have a piece that might you might be interested in".

You smiled, watching Jinki get whisked away by your friend with a stupid grin on his face. He was always into her and you assumed there was a high chance she was the reason why he was so hellbent in getting you here. The smile slowly disappears from your face the minute they were out of sight, and you turn your head to see painting on alternate sides, lining up a path for you to observe and appreciate the work.

The amount of people were scarce, but you figured most people would go through the galleries first before settling at a spot in the park to participate in the outdoor festivities. You guessed it is nice to finally appreciate your friend's work in silence without a crowd hovering over a painting.

Jieun didn't lie, slowly as you walked down the path of paintings, the subjects became warmer, slowly colours were being introduced. Some of these painting you managed to catch at their conception. If you weren't being dragged from schedule to schedule with Taemin, more often than not, you would be in Jieun's studio. More often than you'd like to admit, but Jieun had a habit of using you and Taemin as the human subjects for her work and she would capture the quiet, mundane but intimate moments that you and Taemin shared.

Sure enough, as colours seeped into her work, so did livelier characters. In your head you noted 3 paintings that you were convinced you and Taemin had posed for a couple of months ago. It was nice to see the finished work, admiring the the intricate yet subdued design.

As you take more steps forward, you see the very painting Jieun was referring too. The very first painting you participated helping with. It was a large art nouveau style painting of two lovers by a window. Distinctively, pose for pose, even down to the colour palette, it was a recreation of your photo with Taemin during a shoot of W Korea. You dabbled in light modelling and it was a last minute gig that paid enough to cover your bills. It was also the day you had met him for the first time and a during a particular 'set', Taemin had thought that angels finally roamed earth when he looked at you.

It was undeniable proof, he looked at you differently. There was want and longing behind those midnight pools. When the photographer would pose you two with closer physical interactions, Taemin would almost stop breathing the minute your eyes met. Even you, could barely look away, noticing the the lack of shift in his gaze, like he is truly and madly in love with you. The last photo of the shoot was the photo used for the painting.

It was in front of a tall pointed arched window with enough ledge to sit one person. Taemin carefully held your hands as the photographer directs you to sit on the ledge in front of the window and have Taemin either in front of you or beside you. While you were struggling to get up due to the dress you were wearing, a pair of hands grabbed on either side of your waist, using the momentum of your jump to lift you in the air, enough that you can finally sit.

The surprise interaction caught you off guard, giggling wildly as you lightly smack Taemin's arm. The photographer takes a test shot of that moment, and proceeds to ask you and Taemin to just relax, casually talk for some candid shots before posing you two.

While you and Taemin made light conversation, talking about work, and each other, somehow that conversation was relationships. It was nothing serious, just about types and ideals, but it was enough to know that both of you were single.

The shoot went on without a hitch, and the assistant photographer finally called for shoot ending, thanking everyone for their hard work. Their hands quickly wave you two over, claiming that the photos were perfect.

Softly whispering Taemin's name, you ask him if he could assist getting you down. He turns on his heel, offering his hand out to you, ready to support you. Unable to slowly shift yourself down slowly, you prepare to jump down down instead, preparing to brace your ankles. However Taemin reacted differently, his arms reach out as he sees you ready to hop down. With your jump, Taemin quickly wraps his arm around your waist essentially guiding you to fall towards him. At the shock of feeling pulled towards him, your arms reaches out, wrapping around his shoulders, clinging onto him as you found your footing. When you finally looked up at him, you found yourself staring at him differently, as if the answer to everything lied with him. Your faces were barely apart, close enough that Taemin could see how your lips quivered, how your eyes darted from side to side, inspecting his face, how he could get used to seeing this face up close every morning.

Click. The shutter of the camera finally pulls the two of you back into reality, smiling awkwardly as you try to distance yourself from Taemin.

"Sorry, I couldn't help take another shot, it just that.. Wow the chemistry between you two in unreal.."

Brrrrp -- Brrrrp -- Brrrrrrp

The vibration of the phone in your pocket, distracts you as you reminisce about the day you first saw Taemin. Speak of the devil. As you stare at your phone, seeing Taemin call ID flashing. You cleared your throat and picked up the phone.

"My love?" his voice was timid.

"I'm surprised you even remembered me today.." you tried to control your own voice, trying not to scare him away.

"I know... I miss you. I should have fought harder to stay until our anniversary"

"It's fine"

"It's not, Minho called me this morning, saying how drunk you got"

"I'm guessing you heard from them"

You internally cursed yourself. Even his dry chuckle sounded like music to your ears. An audible breath rings from your end, unable to speak.

"What are you up to?", Taemin breaks the silence.

A sigh escapes you as you finally perk up and continue through the gallery finally ending up at garden, where more paintings line the way.

"I'm at Jieun's show. I'll take a photo of it later but she has a few painting of us scattered about."

"Oh? It's Valentines and you are out spending the day with someone else?", he teased. You could tell he was smiling as he said it.

"Well, if someone didn't piss me off last night, I'd be more than happy to sit at home and spend Valentines through the phone" you quipped, a little bit annoyed.

"Oh, how perverted of you my love"

Your arm drops, but even then you could hear Taemin giggling away through the line, calling your name repeatedly until he heard you respond. At this point, you were barely appreciating the artwork, all you could focus on was speaking to Taemin, hearing about his day, what his plan is for later.

"Wah, Jieun really decorated this place very well" you began to speak admiring the view.

The path of paintings led to a metal framed gazebo, adorned with flowers and cute decor. It would be a perfect location for couples to take picture in, with a small pond serving as a backdrop. Truly it was picturesque. At the center of the gazebo was small circular table and two chairs facing each other. You step into the gazebo, still talking to your boyfriend, mentioning that it is covered with peonies and lillies, which happens to be yours and Taemin's favourite flowers.

"I wish you could see this. It's gorgeous", you wistfuly sighed, leaning up against the frame of the gazebo looking out onto the water.

With enough shrubbery and trees, the spot almost felt secluded, like from across the water, no-one would spot the gazebo or the people roaming that portion of the garden.

"Do you remember the night you said you loved me for the first time?" Taemin passively asks.

"Of course I do", you stall trying to scramble your memories. "We were at a park in Jeju. You tried pick flowers while I wasn't looking. By the time, you gave them to me.. it was all mushed up and bent"

Your body navigates to one of the metal chairs, fluffing up the chair pillow, settling yourself on it as you keep the phone close, rummaging through your bags to grab your earbuds so you could freely talk to Taemin without struggling to hear him or placing him on loudspeaker.

Before you could pair your earbuds, Taemin spoke freely once more, distracting you.

"Do you remember the day with Kai and the party lights?" he murmurs softly.

"Yeah. That was the day I injured my ankle..and you had to carry me home..", your whined, remembering how

"Aaaand?" he sings slowly trying to hint at something else.

"I don't know.. " you scoffed, leaning back into the seat and looking up, pressing the phone tightly against your ear. "Now that I think about it, the gazebo I am in, is similar to that stupid gazebo I had to climb to hang fairy light for Kai. But I don't think that's what you meant"

"No" he tuts his tongue before sighing again. "It was the day I proudly said you were mine to everyone"

Now it clicked. The only other non-relative person at the tjme who knew anything about you and Taemin, other than Jieun, was Kai. Taemin managed to persuade you to help him decorate a gazebo for a suprise birthday party and essentially the people who turned up to the party, happened to be the people Taemin considered ,important in his life. Nothing could take away the stupid smile on his face because even at a small scale, he could say he loved you so openly and be met with support from his peers.

The memory made you smile before furrowing you brows trying not to get too emotional at the fact that Taemin isn't with you.

"My love, stop with the questions, if I end up crying again, I'm going to tell your mom" you half heartedly laugh, pressing on the inner corner of your eye to prevent tears from running down.

"Okay, okay, last question. Do you remember the day we met?"

You could barely contain your smile.

"Well of course, I literally just passed by the painting she did of our shoot" you beamed happily before standing up. "Are you free to video call? I can show it to you while there is --", you spin around and almost dropped your phone on the table.

There he was standing outside the gazebo, holding a boquet of peonie and interweaved then were pieces of randomly picked flowers, disheveled and a little of place.

"Do you know how hard it was to convince Jieun to ask for a gazebo?" he laughs, taking a step towards you.

Words barely formed out of your mouth, too stunned to even comment at the fact that he was here. Taemin is standing right in front of you, on your anniversary, on Valentines day. His arms wrap around your torso, pulling you into a tight hug, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

"You did this?", you asked bewilderedly, looking around you.

"Who else would mix lillies and peonies? But I set this all up for you"

Your head pans to look at Taemin's face who was admiring the set up that he manage to pull together at the last minute. The way his hair careful frames his face and the delicate mole on the side of his nose stands out against his pale skin. How the corner of his lips are slightly upturned, trying not to smile so loudly that he'd seem full of himself. It was the face that sent you sleep, feeling safe at night and warmly greeted by the heavens in the morning.

Taemin grabs your hands and leads you back to the table in the middle of the gazebo, taking a seat before gesturing for you to take the seat in front of him. Then he began to explain how he managed to convince his manager that as long as he remains out of "sight", maybe he could fool the company that he was still in Tokyo, while he took an early flight out to Seoul this morning. Carefully, he elaborates that he had had this planned for about a week and literally the only thing that held him back was the sudden notice of flying out to Japan.

"Look, I would do anything to spend this day with you, you have to trust me on that. No matter what schedule I have. Even if we have the tiniest second to be together. I will always be here with you, telling you how much I love you and how I can't wait until everyday is Valentines day with you" Taemin softly sings his words, holding onto your hands.

The way his fingers dance over your palms, almost luring you into a trance, you were hooked on every word. It made your heart swell because for a moment, it felt so genuine. Like it was your first Valentine all over again.

Suddenly, Taemin stood up, holding his hand out to you, encouraging you to stand. He quickly sets you aside for a moment, attempting to slowly wiggle the metal table to one side and rest the chairs beside it.

"I know there is no music, but..." Taemin smirks before curtseying in front of you. "... may I have this dance my love?"

The cheesiness of it all made you groan, but you couldn't help but smile in the end. Sure it was cliche but there are times where the fluffy red hearts, the overly sweet messages and the ridiculously grand gestures, are things that you loved experiencing once in a while. Placing your hand on his, he pulls you closer, resting his hand on your waist as you two say to the sound of the wind, the water and the festival.

A few beats later as if your heads were at the same point, thinking a like, you began humming one of Taemin's songs, with him singing along. You knew then and you knew now that you could spend forever in his arms, listening to his soft voice sing as you dance whenever and wherever, slowly setting pause on the world, because for those few minutes, it was just you and him and everything was going to be okay.

Carefully, Taemin holds your hand and spins you on the spot before catching to keep you still. His body leans over first placing a kiss on the crown of your head, then to your forehead, then to your nose. The obvious frown on your face when you didn't get the kiss, you were so desperately craving for didn't happen, Taemin let out a giggle before cupping your face with his hands and pulling you in for a kiss on the lips.

You savoured every moment the way his lips would move against you and how his tongue would dart between your lips, parting them enough that he could pinch one with his teeth and hungrily nibble on them, and that was just a preview of what was to come.

Click

"Oi, you two, this is still a public event"

The voice that clearly didn't come from you or Taemin, sent panicked waves through your body as you turn to see Jieun and the rest of the SHINee members, trying to control their facial expressions. Had they given the two of you more time to yourselves, they would be walking on partial nudity and scenes that are too explicit for young kids. You quickly spotted in Jieun's hands, was a camera, the first noise you heard before her voice. For a moment, you thought it was someone from Dispatch or something other, because you were convinced that the only best option was to drop and pass out.

"You all knew? You guys were part of this?", you gasped, suddenly feeling dumbfounded at the fact that you were basically led here blindly without questioning the odd behaviours.

Jinki was into Jieun but he wasn't that shy, that he couldn't see her on his own. Kibum was never too keen on doing leaving his makeup-kit at someone else's place, but when you had no intentions of leaving Minho's, the next best scenario was to bring everything to you as soon as you woke up and Minho himself was too damn excited that he would almost spoil the surprise.

"Yahh, control yourselves, it's only been a week" Kibum complained before scoffing and trying to break the awkwardness by chucking a the bulb of a flower at Taemin.

"Ya Lee Taemin, I would like to have my gallery back please" Jieun hissed quietly as he turns to face the path, hearing a new surge of crowds viewing her work. "And plus, you're not meant to be here, so either get a move on, or wear a mask"

As the crowd had began moving down the path, Jinki, Minho and Kibum frantically look for their masks to hide their faces, the hilarous moment caused Jieun, to quickly snap some shots.

Meanwhile, you yourself had rushed back to the table, quickly grabbing the bouquet Taemin brought with him, trying to hide his face amongst the flower, laughing as he got petals shoved into his mouth from the shock. As you two try to hide behind the bouquet, your arm raising it just enough to cover your faces, while your spare hands were intertwined side by side as you look into each others eyes, seeing how easy it would be to sacrifice it all. To no longer hide. To no longer lie.

Click.

Behind you two, that was the last photo that Jieun took of you and Taemin that day. Two lovers, budding shyness, hiding themselves from world, sweet, innocent and secretive.

Madly inlove.

Made for each other

That was you and him.

[katyspersonal]

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Oh jeez...... Guys, I did not expect my post to resonate with so many people. I was aware that the problem of people feeling excluded and mocked just for less common headcanons had to be big, but I still thought this post would stay between me and all five of my followers, hahah; I am glad that some people feel really heard here! Some are for very different reasons, too?

I ESPECIALLY want to point out this one, because it is exactly the result I've been seeing a lot:

@tsunbath I've heard similar things from (former?) Malenia fans, and also I know at least two friends for whom Maria was ruined as a character because of how toxic her fans were. You are VERY right about the fact that Malenia would've hated to be the symbol of gatekeeping and bullying in the fandoms! I feel like the same would go for Maria; there is no direct confirmation, but I doubt many people can argue that she IS compassionate soul. Like... how do those toxic fans keep making the deep, compassionate, tragic female character into THE symbol of mockery, exclusion and aggression? Beats me.

It just deeply resonates with me how actions of the bad type of fans can create aversion to a character or a ship. I've had this phase with Mariadeline ship tbh. My advice would be - avoid searching content for the character/ship, try to find a tiny pool of people that likes them but are normal and respectful about it, allow yourself to feel identified with "normal fans of the thing" pool rather than dread of identifying with toxic gatekeepers by association... Like, the ship got recovered for me this way, same as Maria's character herself. Just remember that toxic fans and normal fans are not the same entity... It is a very rare case where division is HELPFUL! Hopefully you will be able to recover Malenia for yourself and not think of those l00sers anymore.

@mycopok I know Mal, easily the best person to have ever crossed BB fandom, and nothing will ever replace her </3 I am just happy that her positive influence still lingers even after becoming way less active, like... yeah, fans just should be allowed to explore any idea they want. Maria x Laurence is SUPER interesting concept! In fact, the initial post WAS made because of someone venting that they were afraid to post their Maria x Laurence stuff out of fear of being ostracised!

@underworldsheiress Yeahhhh again, you are not the first one I hear a story like this from. I also heard takes like 'tomboys are the grossest aesthetic, either come out as a trans or get back in line' (not exagerration). It is REALLY unfair how a woman looking masculine should be either her being a butch lesbian, or... well, no longer being a woman in the end. Infighting and forcing pointless norms on each other is a huge problem with LGBT+ community, you'd expect people to gather to support each other but... people will be people I guess :/ Anyways gigachad move of you to wear what you want.

@alma-amentet I don't quite agree with your tastes on body types maybe not gonna lie; However what you pointed out (not so much in the tags, I saw what else you said heh) is a very good example of how fandoms are open spaces and everyone should feel welcomed here. Like, the girls in the fandoms will have absolutely ridiculously specific tastes regarding male characters - not liking shorter height, not liking slim build, prettifying their canonically not-so-attractive face, judging them in sexy look contests, throwing insults towards their appearance quirks at times...

But once someone tries to pull similar things with female characters - all HELL breaks loose. Double standards in the fandoms regarding genders of the characters are absurd. I even once saw someone in BB fandom whining about how someone attempted to discuss which female character was hotter with them...... after we, as a fandom, CONSTANTLY have shit like 'sexyman contest who is sexier Mico or Brador vote now from your phones!!!!'. .... Like idk if you need to hear this as well or not, but everyone should be allowed to say 'muscular women aren't my taste' for the exact same reason why everyone is allowed to say 'muscular men aren't my taste'.

@fantomette22 @rhythmloid Devotees of the Biphobic Order are the bane of every western fandom's existence at this point for real though :/ They will see a female character that wears pants and kicks ass and start shaking over her like Gollum with The One Ring, ignoring all the context, nuance, her personal story, other possibilities, etc... Like I said - feelings of real people who just try to enjoy the fandom are more important than some toxic bunch's creepy obsession with the character they want to crown as their token masculine lesbian based on stereotypes, no less. I say if they really care about masculine lesbians, they should direct their activity towards real world and real people. Because, again - fandomry is not activism.

Anyways thanks everyone for speaking, and sorry if the tagging annoyed you or something fdsjhfh I really appreciate that, and I do hope you all will be able to find your own group in the fandom that'll keep you mentally safe from the toxic fans ruining characters for you. Like a power barrier in the middle of the chaos! I know I did find mine, lol

[aurumacadicus]

39, 55, 64

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

Tony felt the pack pass over the boundary line to his property at three in the morning. He reached out over his bedside table, hand hovering over the runes that would start his low-level defenses. The pack would survive it—sometimes they even welcomed the challenge, if it had been a while since they’d come up against a rival pack. He ultimately drew his hand back, using a pillow to cover his head with a frustrated sigh. If they were coming onto his territory at three in the morning, it was probably for a reason. They couldn’t have known that he’d only gotten to bed a couple hours ago, anyway.

“Sir,” JARVIS hummed, blue light crawling up the wall. “The Avengers asked that I announce them.”

“Are they aware that I don’t actually operate during witching hours, in any definition of the term?” Tony asked, wondering if he should have taken Pepper up on the offer to take one of her sleep masks. Sure, JARVIS could use a burst of wind to blow it right off, but at least it would offer him protection from his blue light.

“Sir, you’ve asked that I inform you when Alpha Rogers and Beta Barnes are wearing the clothes that make them look ‘scrumptious,’” JARVIS deadpanned, ignoring his question.

Tony moaned and rolled onto his back so he could press his palms into his eyes. Damn it. That meant that Steve was wearing that stupid shirt that was two sizes too small for him and Bucky was wearing those stupid pants that stretched across his thighs like the denim was holding on for dear life. Of course they’d come at some horrendous hour when Tony was a disaster. He was pretty sure he was wearing mismatched socks along with his ratty shorts, but he was too frustrated to look.

“Alpha Rogers has also advised me to inform you that Beta Barnes no longer has control of his arm,” JARVIS added.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Tony Stark, hands down. I won't say I'm swayed by anything because Tony is always going to be my favorite, but I am getting pretty fond of writing Steve, too. The thing is, I can write Tony as completely feral and he's just In A Mood, whereas with Steve, he requires more of a serious touch. Where Tony is feral, Steve is carefully unhinged. It's a balance.

64.Something you love to see in smut.

Not to sound corny but I love to see the characters having fun. Yeah, kinky is good, but can they laugh when something doesn't turn out as good as they'd expected? Yeah, sexy lingerie or bespoke suits/evening gowns are good, but can they giggle about how something didn't fit right and it's ruining the mood? Things can go wrong so easily in the bedroom, it's such a vulnerable place, so it's nice when things don't work out and the characters can laugh it off.

[angelwonie]

2022 is already over but i still want to make this post because i love you guys and you made this year more bearable, so...

dear followers...

you guys are what keeps me going. thank you so much for supporting me, liking my writing, and filling out every stupid form i post on impulse. thank you for always being patient and discussing your thoughts with me. thank you for choosing to stick with me of all people. i am so grateful for all of you and my time on tumblr!! tumblr is like an escape from reality for me and you guys make it so much fun <3

dear mutuals...

@cosmic-railwayxo - you fucking loser i think youre the best thing that happened to me all year (except guesung's abs). thank you so much for being my friend, for talking to me literally everyday, for giving me something to look forward to when im at uni and want to die. i love facetiming u, i love sending u reels, i love how we r literally bffs even if there are thousands of km between us. that much doesnt matter when we gossip or talk abt kpop men fs BAHAHAHA. anyways i could probably write an essay abt u and how much i love your colossal cock, but this is getting long so all im gna say is i love you.

@hwangyeonjun - rels my bae ur 97' liner smau is what gives me oxygen to breathe (on that note,, I NEED AN UPDATE). thank u for being my mutual and slaying with me even tho im a little insane. i love you!!

@hwajin - kATHY GIRL u were the one that had to listen to me scream about arisu and u literally wrote me a fic for him???? we r besties for life atp. we should write each other fics sometime again bcs that was sm fun. ure so hot and nice and ur hyunjin series slays. thank you for being my friend and always giving me the same energy back!! kisses for u

@hoshologies - moon omg we've known each other so long but it feels so short??? i hope ure slaying all ur days away bcs ure fucking amazing and u deserve it. once every month when it's a full moon i lay down on the grass and think abt how much i miss ur writing and u actually. hope we keep in touch in 2023, i love you bestieee

@jjkeverlast - lati thank u sm for being my friend!! i love talking to u about everything and nothing (read: the dilf from aib) and ure so kind honestly (when ure not stealing kento yamazaki from me BOOOO). i hope we interact a lot in 2023 and i wish you all good things this year!! you deserve it.

@jayzdaze - kay u queen. ur fics never dissappoint and ure so??? mature and cool i think of u as my older sister fr. im so happy to be ur moot and friend and i hope we remain close in 2023 as well. love you bae!

@jenoslutie - nabi i swear i followed u bcs ur name is the same as that girl from nevertheless HAJASJKAJKA but i fell in love with you and your sexy brain too. ur fics always deliver and i miss our convos sm :/ we should start talking more again!! either way im so happy to have you as a mutual and ily.

@kookiecrumb - ISA MY FIRST MUTUAL OMG!!! there's so much i want to say to you but i dont even know if i can put it into words. youre so amazing, talented and intelligent. i think you might be the most intellectual person i have ever met. i am never bored when we talk to each other, and i always leave our conversations in a happy mood. i love your passion for bts and i love your big sexy brain. i hope we stay friends forever.

@mingirn - mars idk abt u but im ur number one fan forever. like idc if we dont talk for a month, the moment i see mingirn on dash or in my ask i SQUEAL. i love you so so much and ure so funny and delusional (omg ure just like me) and im so happy we r moots. i would literally fight w armys for u. thats true love i'm telling u.

@neochan - sam ure like that mutual everyone is afraid of bcs theyre just so. cool. i love you so much and i love talking abt nct with u bcs ure the only one that gets my obsession with their cocks. thank you for being my mutual (and friend, i hope) and for blessing me with your fics!!

@planetdream - dreamie i swear to god you were the second blog i followed on here (i unfollowed the first so ure technically the first tho hihi) and i literally have flashbacks whenever i reread ur fics kskasksska. we've never talked like super much, but whenever we do i feel happy, and im glad that feeling hasnt faded throughout all those months. u will always hold a special place in my heart and im so glad to be ur friend!!

@shmooooo - isa u were literally my savior when i was in my cha eunwoo phase. like there is no one on tumblr that simps for that guy and im like??? hello wake up. thank you so much for talking to me about him and my fics, i appreciate you bae!!

@wuahae - cat i love you so so much!! ur writing is so alluring and beautiful, and your personality is too. i always have sm fun talking to u and whenever i see you on dash, i smile. we need to talk more bcs i NEED to hear your thoughts on every picture mingyu and hoshi post on instagram.

[team-council-two]

So how is Spy a special case?

*is excited*

(for context, in a previous post, i added the tags " i could write an entire book on how unfamiliar french people in medias seem to actual french people, spy is an odd case; ask me about him")

aiight, you know what you signed up for, get ready for one hell of a presentation, ft terminal verbosis frenchosis ! this will be in three parts, of course, because three is a good number and the mere concept of having 3 parts should give you all a headache (look ray i didnt add a n this time)

wait shit im not even sure mistral is a spy, hold on,

aw fck thats for real ones

anyways femme fatale trope, next question

HA gotcha, you didnt think id let yall go with just one sentence huh ? so. our fella is french. our fella is a spy. our fella is a huge piece of shit. extremely common, alright ? outright overused archetype. eeeexcept that the combo's execution here REALLY stands out. how so ?

well, let me ask you a quick question. do you think the fact that he is french, and the fact that he is an evil bastard, and the fact that he is a spy are linked ?

well ill answer that for you. nope. valve treated these three traits remarkably separately. the way he speaks french in game is relatively polite, and the insults he throws around are, i checked, exclusively in english. he is surprisingly free of the usual way medias make "being evil" and "being french" be a hand in hand thing, and similarly free of the one that seems to indicate that Because you are french Of Course you are a spy. in other words, rather than being a walking glamour stereotype of sorts or an obnoxious asshole the likes of which we have seen hundreds of, this is a godawful guy that also happens to be a french snob, and that also happens to be a spy.

compare with, say, our lady mistral above who has a shitton of taunts in french, who embraces that whole sexy lady deal, deliberately plays on it and so on. difference is miles.

and now if you followed you did catch i said french snob rather than just french, there is a reason behind this, so allow me to get on part 2, which i promise will be WAY more verbose-

so

im not sure why but american medias love to have peppy rich french fashionistas in their shit. theyre cute, hyper, sheltered as fuck, and the entire deal is weird bc these people seem like aliens to actual french people who tend to care about fashion in pretty normal amounts and definitely do not have that many grands to bust into it. *yes* we pride ourselves in having a pretty neat fashion industry, but in a similar way as the american and the german boast about their cars. we are NOT obsessed with it okay. anyways, sometimes writers have the decency of making these characters cunts, but not always. but what doesnt vary is the trope seems to play out like ah yes, your average french- which is fucking baffling. and is the part taking us aback.

see, we HAVE the evil breed of those characters too in our shit. comedic shit, to be precise. a rundown of our humor is it often is situational humor - stupid outlandish situations with equally stupid archetypal characters, their personality equally pushed into the absurd, all of that more often than not thinly veiling some pretty heavy social commentary. in other words, you often laugh at the evil cop/rich factory/big restaurant owner/politician/etc getting karma'd in mind boggingly bizzare and hilarious ways, while clearly showing them as evil for mistreating subordinates (and often getting shit for it sooner or later) and as simpering cowards towards literally anyone who has any kind of superior position to them whatsoever.

in other words, context matters. where in american shit they are often allies or friends or comedic relief of sorts through being french/annoying or just villains, in french shit they more often than not are *targets* of some kind of events and shown to be ridiculous through other means than their obsession for fashion or whatever.

am i saying that valve did this ?

...yeah. thats a very bold statement, but yes. i mean, cmon,

see, i am overall basing this on the fact that ingame spy is so fucking similar to many, many, many of Louis de Funès' roles, and even his face, it outright had me searching around the wiki for some kind, any kind of claim of inspiration from valve-

he reads exactly as one of them ! rich cunt obsessed with money, constantly mocking people, constantly complaining about everything ever, fakely polite, not opposed to doing vile acts to have his way, extremely menacing face, *the same fucking laugh*, and the fact that characters played by this guy have remarkably often have what we call a couillon de fils, a dumbfuck of a loser ass son, if you will.

the only differences really are from comic spy, who reads far less like this. he's still well executed mind you, but he (especially @miss pauling) reads as far kinder than this dude's characters usually are, and he is a bit more... stretched, both physically and in behaviour, than the actor's goblin build and attitude, as game spy seems to be unable to stand straight whereas the comic one seems to have no difficulty with this, and the similar range of expressiveness that also ports 1:1 is game exclusive as well. and finally, comic spy also was not given the occasion to cuss people out, so.

anyways my point mostly amounts to, if you manage to make french people think of an emblematic actor beloved by many, rather than just make us go through the usual whiplash of "how is that a normal french person to american people ???", you are probably doing something right.

in addition to this wall of text, i am begging you all to watch this, it should help understand what i meant by our breed of humor, and what i mean by "spy could have been played by this dude no problem"

now, onto part 3,

well once you said he is a pathetic wet cat man you summed it up really.

for all the class he has, for all the money he has, for all the. everything ? he still is pathetic. he still is simply seen as a mean as fuck loser either trying to drown his failures as a father with expensive tastes, or simply amoral and unsympathetic because of his concerns being about money rather than about humans. he still is headcanoned as stinking by most of the fandom. nobody respects the fucken spy. he comes across as haughty and it only makes people want to shit on him some more.

really, it is pretty much everything I explained in the two points above. the patheticness helps with making it so he is not a stereotype, and it helps making it clear he is supposed to be representative of rich pretentious cunts rather than of french people.

so, he is a huge bitch, and ironically, this makes him a blorbo to us, bc who doesnt love a good ole flawed character ?

his whole french deal is not shown as eccentric or what makes him a loser but just a coincidence, in a sense. and you'd be surprised by how much of a breath of fresh air this is to french people. shitty in a realistic way rather than a made up clown, and in a way we can recognize in our own medias. it also is neat from the, err, fandom pov ? because you get to develop his frenchness and assholeness and spyness separately, since they are elements implemented for the sake of themselves rather than as a stereotypical whole. you get to have *fun* with him.

SO i think i ran out of things to blabber about. hope it makes sense tho. but i guess it really is about. not *quite* representation because we do not see ourselves in spy, of course, but way more about our culture not being bastardized and being turned into a joke about eccentrics at best, or hatred about seductive women and effeminate/homosexual men at worst, + having a fresh execution on tropes that else usually would get our eyes rolling.

alpha, over and out

[sarahmaclean]

Adriana Herrera’s Books Are Absolute Bangers

Ok, look. If you’ve been paying attention to me literally anywhere (Hi! I have a podcast and I’m on Instagram, too!), you know that I am an Adriana Herrera evangelist. Yes, we’re friends, but this is one of those friendships that I literally willed into being because I love her books so much -- I think her American Dreamer series is an absolutely killer debut romance series and since she published it, she’s shown again and again that she can effing write. 

But this year -- 2022, the year of an absolute nightmarescape -- Adriana has put out two books that I really think are not just her best but some of the best in the whole genre. Let me explain: 

Romance is going through a thing right now. All of publishing is, honestly, and I can’t really blame it, considering that it’s incredibly difficult to write while it feels like the world is on fire. The books that are being written right now seem to be generally softer than the ones that came before the pandemic. They’re quieter. Gentler. They’re less edgy. And for a genre that has always been willing to explore that edge -- that’s a big change. And for me, who loves explosions and fist fights and characters who tear shit up...well, I’m not always satisfied.

But Adriana isn’t writing quiet or gentle. She’s writing big and bold. This year, she released On the Hustle, which features a heroine who quits her job working for a rich asshole on page one, only for him to realize that he’s well and truly fucked up...he follows her across the country to fix it, realizing that he’s gone for her, and now he has to absolutely remake himself to fix it and win her. It’s sexy and deeply romantic and absolute FIRE. There are friends who are loyal and hilarious and perfect, and a hero with thighs the size of tree trunks.

Now. On the Hustle alone would have ensured Adriana’s place as one of the best of us, but she’s a double threat. (A triple threat if you consider she also released a very delicious monster romance this year. Wait. Make that a quadruple threat, because she writes erotic romance, too--honestly this one with a hot lady Santa is 🔥!) 

She also released A Caribbean Heiress in Paris, a Victorian romance set at the Paris World’s Fair featuring a Latinx heroine who has plans to build a rum empire and a Scottish hero with a whisky distillery who marries her for convenience and eventually bends over backwards to ensure she thrives. There are villains and explosions and sex scenes atop of the Eiffel Tower. There are friends who are loyal and hilarious and perfect, and a hero with thighs the size of tree trunks (you see this is a VERY GOOD pattern).

ANYWAY. PUT ALL THIS IN MY VEINS.

But here’s the thing: She’s also writing strong, sexy, smart characters in situations that put their backs to the wall. She’s writing about the world around us and how we can find ways to tear it down and rebuild it so we can thrive. She’s writing about love in all its forms, really ensuring that at least one corner of romance is underscoring, in the words of bell hooks: “love is the practice of freedom.” Her books are doing the work right now. And I really believe they’re the romance classics of our time. 

Anyway. Read On the Hustle right now. It’s a banger of a book -- sexy, fun, has  a hero who is just fully gone for the heroine from the jump, and will make you desperate for a group of friends just like the heroine’s. It’s the perfect weekend read. And when you’re done, immediately get A Caribbean Heiress in Paris, which is brilliant, sexy and an absolute joy. I promise you, putting Adriana on your autobuy will be the best thing you did all year. 

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Is this what I should be doing here on Tumblr? Because this was a very fun post to write and as you can see I LIKE ROMANCE NOVELS A LOT. LMK if I should do more of these! 

[garoujo]

emmie!! okay i been meaning to send u an ask with one of my infamous thirsts for several days now but kept forgetting or got busy but here i am😭 i think i mentioned this a while back and i wanted to do a full fic on this but i present to you: grimmjow + scent kink <3

before i talked about garou with a scent kink but i think this fits just as well, if not more so with grimmy 🙈he just has this inherent feral nature about him that makes me go feral, UGH i miss him so bad i might have to go back to the arrancar arc just to see him again :( but ofc we all know that grimmjow is very possessive— as he should bc that’s so sexy of him— and he gets really…territorial almost, with this pretty human gworl that’s close with ichi ‘n crew and can also see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. back when he led his lil group to karakura town for the first time, he spots us trying to go home and avoid all the chaos and for some reason, some primal rationale deep within his being, felt immediately attracted to you, but ofc being prideful as he is, rebuked those lingering thoughts/curiosity/attraction because you were human for crying out loud. you didn’t even seem to have any powers like chad or orihime despite them being ‘human’ too. so at first he ignored you and carried on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

we all know his adjuchas form was a panther right ? and the moment that he kind of…passed by you , or passed by a sidewalk that you just recently walked on— God his mind literally blanked like…his train of thought momentarily went off the rails and he lost concentration on the fight he was currently engaging; he swore blood from his brain rushed down to his cock and with the way he actually lost his balance for like a split second. ‘what was that smell? and why the fuck does it smell so…so good?’ he wondered, completely enraptured and finding himself wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog. when he knew it was you, that the tantalizing aroma was coming from you and that plush body, he nearly lost his senses and abandoned the whole fight with carrot top as a whole, just to seek you out, and take you for himself. and he’s not good with impulse control either so the fact he has so much self restrain to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself .

but when he returned to his own quarters in hueco mundo and had time to process everything? he was really going crazy with you swirling in within senses . he needed you— no, he needed to smell you again (it would be very soon when he’d realize he needed your entire being, your soul and your body). anyway grimmjow being grimmjow, he was already plotting on when to go back to the world of the living and— he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these thoughts he’s been having. he could feel his dick getting hard when he remembered how you looked (something he didn’t think he was paying attention too but he was; he’s very observant) and then that luscious figure paired with how you smelled? within a few seconds his pants were at his ankles and his large hand was wrapped around his girthy length. he cursed himself through deep groans for being so depraved to even do something like this but poor baby couldn’t help it <3

eventually, around the same time ulquiorra (🥺) coerced orihime and kidnapped her, grimmy used that opportunity to ….well basically kidnap you as well💀 this was his own reward for losing his position as an elite espada and then getting it right back. because he deserved a prize. you were scared of course, but then became less scared when you recalled just where you’ve seen him from , and saw how handsome he was. you were still off put by his behavior though, because he always seemed to have his nose way too close to you for comfort. ‘was he sniffing me?’ you contemplated when you side eyed him as he dragged you to his own room. every opportunity grimmy got (when he was alone of course) he would embrace you, from behind most of the time, nuzzled his nose behind your ear and take a not-so-subtle to whiff. his hands damn near groped your body; you’d hear him release something like a growl and deep purr from the back of his throat, and he didn’t miss the way your fists and thighs instinctively clenched together. he smirked wickedly into your skin as he took another, pairing it a long stripe of his tongue up the side of your neck, grumbling something along the lines of “fuck, you smell so fucking good,”

normally he would have judged people who acted this ill-composed and depraved but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. he was like a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash. if anybody’s gaze even lingered on you for too long, he himself would feel offended and glare, giving them a “the hell you staring at? huh?” since he was always around you. that’s another thing too, grimmjow with a scent kink was so clingy 😭 you found it cute the way he’d want to hold you close all the time , esp when it was time to sleep . he always felt the need to bend you over and fuck your brains out literally anywhere you went, but he didn’t bc he still had a little bit decency n self control left.

but when he does??????? GOD when he does, it’s the most….you feel so many things when you’re havin sex with grimmjow . you feel the possessive nature of his personality with the way he gripped your hips so hard, the way he constantly inhaled your scent as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for that, despite him purposely provoking you to embarrass you). his favorite position is back shots bc he likes to watch his cock impale you over and over, as well as seeing your fat ass ripple and bounce against his hips. “pussy so—shit—so fuckin’ good…all that time before i came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me yeah? fuck, yeah. this cunt was made for me.” he’d say the most filthy things when he had your legs spread open for him. he also loved missionary just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name better. grimmy with a scent kink also gets drunk on cooch OBVI! he can spend hours down there until there’s a lake on his face and the sheets, he’s actually insane. he’d edge you by stopping on the verge of your orgasm just to SMELL ur pussy like. baby is addicted!!!!!!

and don’t even get me started on period sex and the faint smell of metallic iron mixed in with your natural aroma🤧 grimmjow damn near falls in luv w you fr <3 and you were the only human he liked .

SOSA ! FOR FREE ? pls i have literally just woke up and i’m akhakaka >//< i need him so bad ! sooooo bad ! between garou n grimmjow . ur making my brainrot 4 both of dem even worse than it already was <3_<3 like ur taking me back 2 my roots i’m gonna eat them whole ! i need this man so much . like akhajaka he makes me feel feral ! ur brain produces such G O L D i’m literally in bits here !

[sombrasaiyan]

Two | Alcohol and Arguments ♠️♣️♥️

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ IF THERE WAS ONE THING CAULIFLA HATED MORE THAN cold weather and piles of snow on the floor it was her brother Renso. Only a select few knew that fact, and because she hated him so much and wasn't legally allowed to leave his house until she was eighteen, she would drag out her nights. If she was lucky, he was shacking up some girl, drinking out at the bar with his buddies, or doing some stupid shit she didn't care about.

"So, how do you think you did?" Tarble asks, snapping her out of her thoughts as she sat up properly in her seat.

"From my perspective she was writing lots of notes down and nodding. She would ask me lots of questions based off my answers and she said she would contact me soon if she was serious with me being the nanny." Caulifla replies, stifling a yawn because that interview drained the morning stamina out of her.

Tarble catches her yawn and ends up yawning too, shaking his head. "Sounds like you did good! Hopefully all goes good and she does contact you. Let me know if she does."

"Yeah, for sure." Caulifla then turns to look at Tarble before clearing her throat, adding a couple coughs afterwards because she didn't know if she should even ask this or not. But, she asked anyway. "Anyways, ehmmm . . . Do you think Vegeta's gonna be home tonight?" Caulifla asks.

Tarble rolls his eyes as he quickly looks at her to give her a quick smirk. "You're so predictable you know that?"

"Shut up," Caulifla takes out 'the fuck' because she was actually in a good mood today. "Is it so wrong that I want to see him?"

Tarble shrugs. "No, but he's an adult now, and you're still a minor, so whatever sexy stuff you did in the past you have to wait until July to do it again." He stops at a red light. "You lost your V-Card to him, huh?"

Caulifla groans, slapping his shoulder. "We already talked about this, I am a virgin. And on my eighteenth birthday I will lose it to your brother." She sticks out her tongue and does raspberries.

"Alright bet. If you don't lose your V-Card to my brother on your birthday, then you owe me one hundred zeni and a whole day full of you taking me out and spending your money on me." He proceeds to drive, taking the route to his house.

"And if I win, you have to give me free rides for a whole month, and you have to take me out and spend your zeni on me." Caulifla crosses her arms against her chest, her nose stuck up in the air. "Since you believe it's impossible for Vegeta and me to fuck."

Tarble laughs. "Alrighty then, deal."

Caulifla always loved summers. Her mom used to say it was because she was born in July, so naturally she did have to love them. Maybe that's why she hated winter, because it paled in comparison to summer.

Every summer was always the same, and it made Caulifla look forward to those semi three months—sometimes they would arrive late May, and sometimes leave mid August depending on how school was let out that year. The trips always consisted of her parents, her older brother Renso, Caulifla herself, and the Vegeta family. For a good chunk of her childhood, it was only Vegeta Sr. and his two sons Vegeta and Tarble, until he ended up getting into a relationship with Fasha, someone Caulifla grew to admire the free spirit and carefree nature.

This was the second summer that Fasha shared with the families, and she noticed how Caulifla quietly pined for Vegeta. Fasha would always smile sweetly in their direction if they were caught hanging out together or she would wink at them.

"You're always following Vegeta." Her brother would complain as Caulifla would pout in his direction.

"So? He's my bestest friend in the whole wide world, of course I'm going to follow him!" She nearly screeches at her brother as her mother would eventually have to beak up the screaming sessions between them.

"Now, now you two. What did we agree on when it came to extending the vacation? That you two wouldn't fight." Their mother snapped.

"Well! It's true that Caulifla follows Vegeta all the time!" Renso points his finger accusingly at Caulifla as his little sister grows angry at his words again.

"So! I don't call you out when you're always trying to flirt with the girls on the docks and beach!" Caulifla retaliates as their mother glares down at both of them, silencing them before they could continue.

Caulifla sighed. Those summer trips to the beach house had become rare once her parents had died, and then after that, when Renso had to be the man of the house he too stopped going. In a very selfish way she was glad he stopped going, because she was given all the time in the world with Vegeta.

She swallows in anticipation as Tarble finally made it to the house. It's been since Thanksgiving since she's last seen them all together, but she hung out with Tarble quite frequently since they went to the same high school together. Vegeta, was a whole different story. Sometimes when she would come over for dinner throughout the duration of this year she would catch him, but he was too busy being the CEO of his father's company.

"Are you excited to see the rest of the family again? It's been since last month huh?" Tarble says as he throws off his seatbelt, turning to see his female friend in the passenger seat only nod as she took off her seatbelt too.

"I can already feel the frosty air . . ." Caulifla complains as she opens the car's door. Sure enough, it snowed more here than it did up in Seven Star City. It was barely snowing over there and the ground was only covered with frost. "Ughhh, I hate winter weather." She gets out of the car as Tarble mumbles something about her already saying that from the start of the day. It was barely noon, as Tarble and Caulifla headed for the front door, their shoes crunching softly with the snow beneath them.

Tarble pulls out his key to unlock the door as Caulifla stood a few feet behind him. She felt her heart pounding in her ribcage and that much sent shivers down her spine. Just the mere thought of seeing Vegeta did things to her. Finally, the door was swung open as Tarble declared loudly that he was home, and that he brought along a special guest.

"Oooh, ooh! Who'd you bring this time!" A voice chirps from the stairs, Caulifla automatically knowing it's Vegeta Sr. and smiles. "Let me guess, Cabba, Kale, that Gine girl you have a crush on, your brother, ummm . . ." He then descends from the stairs as he grins wide. "Ah! Caulifla! Welcome in, dear!" He opens his arms for a hug as Caulifla cautiously makes her way over, hugging him happily.

"Hey, King! It's been forever since I've seen you!" She squeezes him for added effect.

"Dad!" Tarble hisses from behind them, his face growing a radish red in embarrassment at the mention of his supposed girl.

His dad only stares at him with a goofy grin. "What, son? Does Caulifla not know that there's finally a girl who's made you all blue balls?" He releases himself from the hug as his smug smile comically pairs with the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Caulifla gasps, crossing her arms against her chest as she points a finger accusingly at Tarble. "You never told me you have a new crush! Who is she, does she go to our school or what?"

Tarble shoots a glare at his dad before turning to look at Caulifla. "I don't like her like that, she's just a girl I met at a couple parties." He explains to her.

"Surrrreee, go on and tell Caulifla all about the girl." Vegeta Sr. says as he winks at her. "Anywhooo! I'll be finishing up the last chapter of my novel until my beloved Fasha gets home and makes dinner! You two have fun catching up! Don't burn the house down!" He quickly disappears back upstairs.

"Does she happen to go to our school?" Caulifla asks before plopping herself down on the red sofa. Tarble swung himself over the armrest as he drops down next to her. He shook his head as he tosses his head back.

"No, she goes to one in Seven Star city." He explains.

"What! So like, a school in the city where I want to get a job . . ." Caulifla says.

"On that note," he turns to look at her as he sits up properly. "Any particular reason aside from getting far away from your brother as possible, for trying to get a job as Chi-Chi's nanny?"

Caulifla sighs, throwing one leg over the other. "No. Just that reason." She snaps out of her thoughts as her vehement eyes simmer into Tarble's. "Stop changing the subject and let's talk about your future girlfriend. When can I meet her?"

Tarble sighs, knowing he couldn't distract Caulifla with a question. "Actually, my parents are going out to this business trip that's for three days: Friday, Saturday and Sunday. They probably won't get home until late Sunday or early Monday. So the house is free for a party." He keenly stares back at her with a blissful grin. "Meaning, you're invited to the party just like everyone else. Cabba, Kale, Gine . . ."

Caulifla leans a tad bit closer to Tarble, whispering lowly in a brisk and almost husky voice. "And what about Vegeta~?" Her prize, someone who her body shamelessly sought until they were both tangled into something twisted and dark. Just like her life.

"Of course I'm going to be at that stupid party!" A third voice intrudes, causing Caulifla and Tarble to snap from where they sat on the sofa. The two launched further from each other and sat closer to the arm rests. The sound of dress shoes enter the living room as the voice grunts at the pair sitting on the sofa like little children who were caught doing something stupid. "What? Are you two that embarrassed with your little conversation that you've shut up now?"

Caulifla stares at her shoes, not daring to look in his direction, for fear that her face was darkening with fifty shades of red.

"What the hell, bro! I thought you weren't going to get out until five!" Tarble hisses in his direction as he clung to the top of the couch to get a good look at his brother. He was absent of his purple blazer, a couple of buttons were undone as his tie was lazily done.

"Yeah, that's the usual time I get out, Captain Obvious. I got to leave early because my assistant finished her work." Tarble's older brother Vegeta then turns to look at the girl who was almost curled up in the couch out of embarrassment. "Long time no see, princess."

Caulifla got off the couch as she moves herself around it to stand a few feet away from him. It was only the two of them in her own universe and Tarble magically disappeared. In truth, Tarble already knew what direction their conversation would take and he was quick to quietly scurry himself away to his room. "Really? That's all you say to me? We haven't seen each other since Thanksgiving, no hugs, no 'Oh Caulifla why don't you visit us more often . . .'" She then leans herself closer to him, standing up on tiptoes to whisper, "Or rather, princess wouldn't you loved to be pleasured by your prince?"

Vegeta quickly took a look around the living room to make sure it was absent of his father and brother. He graba her arm and leans down to whisper back, "We are not having this conversation here, Caulifla. Come on, let's go to my room." He then quickly led her to the other side of the house where his room laid. Caulifla was already so excited that she was growing hot. Vegeta opens the door and pushes it open, quickly waltzing in as he locked the door behind him, sending chills down Caulifla's spine. She stands awkwardly in the middle of the room as he walks towards his bed and takes a seat, beckoning her to take a seat with him.

Instead of sitting next to him, Caulifla sat on his lap, her legs draping across the rest of him as she quickly cups his face, quickly locking her lips down on his. She kisses him again, with an ignited passion that was daring to devour her alive. Vegeta's hands awkwardly hover for a few moments in the air before wrapping around her back, pulling her down with him on the bed. He feels the soft tissue thin fabric of her cardigan before he rests his fingers on her hips. Caulifla was walking on air, feeling as viciously victorious as ever.

Before Vegeta could be caught in her seductive spell that she somehow managed to always get him in, he broke the kiss by moving his hands on her shoulders and pushing her back a bit, breaking the kiss.

"Princess, when I said we needed to have a conversation, I meant it." He sat up properly as she stayed sitting on his lap, stubborn as ever. When he stares at her long and hard, challenging her to get off, she just sat on him with a smug smirk. He sighs as he shook his head, knowing she wasn't going to make it easy. "Okay fine, brat. Stay sitting on my lap, but don't think we're going to keep playing that game."

"Come on Vegeta . . ." Caulifla whines as in a quick motion she snatches his hand and presses it down her stomach, nearing that particular area of hers that desperately desired him. "Please . . . We both know we want each other. Stop avoiding it and just give in . . ." She places her other hand atop his cheek and leans in, planting her lips on his again.

Vegeta groans, nearly being dragged into her trap again. "You're helpless, princess. We have to stop. You're seventeen and I'm twenty two." He bitterly reminds her as Caulifla begins to unbutton her skirt.

"It's okay, I'm eighteen in your eyes only . . ." She pinches the waistband of her panties and tugs on it, letting it go as it snaps on her skin deliciously, causing Vegeta's eyes to go south. "So go on, take me." Her hand then brushes on his pants, rubbing at his groin area in attempts to get him in the mood.

"I'm serious, Caulifla. You're a minor, I'm an adult. We can't fool around and do shit like we used to. As much as I want to, I can't do it with you. You have to get that through your head!" Vegeta hisses in her direction as Caulifla pauses in her motions to stare at him and sigh deeply in defeat.

"Okay, I understand." Caulifla slumps into his chest, unaware that her skirt was open up for Vegeta's eyes. It was hard for the man to not look down there as he forcefully wraps an arm around her shoulder and whispers into her ear.

"Even though you make it ridiculously hard not to touch you."

Caulifla stares at his eyes, the smolder in them further proving his statement as she quickly stands up and pulls down her skirt.

"Caulifla what're you—"

"We can still do other things." Caulifla says with a sly smile, shaking off her skirt as it piled down the floor, sitting right back on Vegeta and working the buttons down of his dress pants.

"Caulifla, if this is what I think it is, you need to stop." He places hands on hers and tries to shove hers away. She left him exposed enough to see his boxers as she grins, quickly mounting herself on him before he could halt her attempts.

"We can still do this . . ." She places her hands on his shoulders and grips them, beginning to move her hips back and forth, feeling his clothed member rubbing up against her core as it felt so good. Her breathing became rigid and the noises that were escaping her lips were almost too loud, so she buries her head into his neck and allows those little whines to release there.

Vegeta grits his teeth, feeling how amateur she rubs up against him, and feeling her moans down his neck made him tremble. He grips her waist and helps her with the grinding, moving her quicker on him as he moves his head to meet her face and kisses her over and over again to mute her moans and keep them in his mouth.

"He couldn't resist me even if he tried~." Caulifla thinks inwardly as she couldn't help but hum in delight, and before she could think of doing anything, she was spun around flat on her back. Vegeta quickly towers above her, tugging his pants down in a quick motion and aligns their secreted areas again to feel each other.

"Can you keep those pretty moans of yours quiet?" He whispers into her neck as Caulifla nods, clasping a hand over her mouth as Vegeta yanks her cardigan down to have better access to her neck. Immediately he peppers her skin with kisses, Caulifla arches her head back as her legs dance up and down Vegeta's waist. She squirms as she whimpers, feeling his wet tongue glide across her skin, attacking a certain spot to suck on.

She was a disaster and she wanted him to break her.

The empty glass sat there on the counter as the man was tempted to pour himself another shot of whiskey that his best friend had bought for him. Then again, it wasn't such a good idea since it would only upset his wife even more than she probably already was. She was always upset about something. He stretches before getting off the stool, then hearing her infamous heels click through the house.

"Goku! Where have you been?! Didn't you know what today was!" The woman screeches as her eyes then turn to the murky brown alcohol on the counter as her eyes light up with a newfound anger. "What the hell! You just had to buy whiskey didn't you? When did you start liking alcohol!" And there she goes, into a ranting rage again. One where he couldn't really speak much, or talk back to her.

He waited until she was done speaking to say, "I took Gohan to the park, Chi-Chi. Raditz wanted to see the little guy and then we went to get a bite to eat with the guys. Broly bought me the whiskey to try." He explains quietly, as Chi-Chi rolls her eyes, the man with wicked waves of black hair then notices how professional her outfit looked and continued, "D-Did you and Vegeta unify your guys' companies? If so, that's great babe!" He adds a little cheerful laugh afterward, only to hear her growls approach her more.

"Goku you idiot! That arrangement is buried six feet under! If you would've paid attention you would've known by now! And just to enlighten you, I interviewed the last candidate to be the nanny for Gohan!" She explains loudly as she groans, plopping herself down their wine colored couch as she crosses her arms. Of course he wouldn't listen. She half expected him to nervously waddle himself over to her and start to massage her back and shoulders, but instead he stood right in front of her with folded arms.

"What! Chi-Chi, I told you not to hire a nanny for our son! I'm perfectly capable of taking care of him while you work!" He groans as he runs a hand up through his hair, tugging on the strands. "Why would you go on and do something like this anyway? You don't have to make every decision!"

Chi-Chi glares up at him as she remains sitting on her sofa. "Because if I don't make the decisions, this family won't have order! Honestly, Goku you think you're so capable of raising my baby boy? The girl who's going to be our nanny will do an excellent job! And then you can go to the bars and do all the things you want to do with your friends." Chi-Chi almost slapped herself for saying that last bit.

"Whatever." Goku bluntly says, walking away as he heads for the stairs. "It's not like you ever listen to me anyway."

As the car parked at Caulifla's dullish grey apartment, Vegeta sighs, turning toward her and looks at her with almost pleading eyes. "You know, you can just spend the night at our house. You don't have to stay with your fucked up brother." He says as he squeezes her arm.

Caulifla sighed. "You already drove me here, and his ass is going to be wondering where am I. Not because he actually fucking cares, but because I have to be home. He's so paranoid one of the CPS agents are going to stop by at any given time."

Vegeta nods, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. "Call me if things get out of hand." She nods too, and before she could say any more, he surprises her with a kiss.

The plump man that made the couch crusty with the dust of his cheese chips and moist with the alcohol drippings of his beer stares blankly at the TV in front of him. Diving into his eighth bottle of the day, he slams it on the edge of the table before chugging it.

The living room was dark, the TV was the only source of light as Caulifla finally managed to get the stupid door open. Renso never went over and opened the door.

He lets a big wet burp out as he snorts in her direction. "What took you so fucking long? A job interview doesn't take that long you little shit." He says with a sneer.

"Tarble's family invited me for dinner afterward, and Kale wanted to go mark all the stores down for prom dress shopping." Caulifla says, scraping her shoes on the welcome mat to get any potential snow off of her.

"Pshh, like anyone's gonna take your broken ass self to the fucking prom. You're just going to suck dick and pop your fucking cherry like it's a thing to do! Probably nobody's asked you out." Renso says, cackling as he searches for his family size bag of cheese chips.

Caulifla ignored him. She was too good of a mood to argue with Renso. She makes her way to her room, locking it and brushing her furniture up against the knob like she always did. Ignoring the trash on her floor along with the pile of clothes, she skips herself over to her bed and slumps down, hoping she'd get this damn job.

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Hey this might be weird so if it is I’m so sorry but I really need some kind of opinion on this (someone who is Christian) and my family are not but anyway a quick one about dating ??

Idk if you or any of your followers could add anything / help. Someone I’ve known as a friend asked for a date and he recently seemed like he was interesting in taking the next step into Christianity and I thought idk if I wanna even open that door w someone who’s not been a full believer but he seems genuine enough… however I sometimes think he’s just saying stuff because he knows I am a Christian idk. Like we agree on general stuff from what we want but it seems like he’s v over bearing. Examples are - if I haven’t messaged him back yet that day, he will almost certainly send something else and by the time I reply there’s like 3-5 messages sometimes he ALWAYS sends selfies of himself like in bed or old photos of him in suits but the caption is always like ‘my eyes are so weird tonight isn’t it sexy’ or ‘look at this sexy guy’ but it’s in like a joke format but it’s so often it’s like ???? Why are you sending me this lol

Also (this is pretty long I’m sorry haha) I’m a vegetarian (have been for a while and I don’t care who eats what if it’s not me!) but he told me if I personally want him to go vegetarian then he will… or like so eating is easier?? Like he thinks I can’t just order my usual vegetarian foods that I’ve always done idk it’s bizarre to me but he’s always eaten meat and it’s like he’s specifically saying ‘if YOU want me to’ it’s just so weird hahah anyway please, any advice is like truly appreciated 😂😂

Hey! :D No worries about asking!

I totally get the idea of trying to vet and determine how dedicated someone ACTUALLY is as a Christian when it comes to dating. I've been experimenting with dating apps for a few months now, and there are SOOOO many people who will call themselves Christians, but the second I ask a question or try to dig deeper, they'll end up saying that they really just go to church every once or consider themselves 'spiritual'. XP It's frustrating. I think that it's important for both partners to not just claim the concept of Christianity, but to have the same level of seriousness around it.

In my opinion, dating is a process of getting to know someone and testing to see if they would be compatible as a spouse. All that to say that I'd really want to sit down and speak directly with this person. Ask him what exactly he believes, how solid he is in that, and then what he's looking for in a relationship. If you're already getting an icky feeling now, I'd take that as a sign that you should probably call it off. Let both people grow, and then if it's meant to be, God will guide you guys back to each other. If not, maybe your words will help nudge this guy more in the direction of trying to take his faith seriously.

Based on the random pictures and stuff he is sending you (and to be fair, I don't know this person) but it sounds like he might be a bit immature? I don't know how old you guys are, but that sounds like something a 15-16 year old guy would send, lol

I think he's honestly trying to be nice though about the vegetarianism. Like if he thinks that eating meat makes you uncomfortable, he's offering to avoid doing that in front of you. Personally I think that's kind of him, even if it's a bit unnecessary. :)

I hope that helps any - feel free to send me another ask or DM if you want to keep talking! <3 It's always nice to find other Christian ladies on here!

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Title: Crazy Apologetic Canadians

Author: Cathryn Fox

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Tropes: New Adult/College

Release Date: March 6, 2023

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"If you liked Crazy Rich Asians, you're going to LOVE Crazy Apologetic Canadians!"

I take one look at the grumpy Brit and know I’m in trouble. Not because he’s in Nova Scotia to tear down our beloved amusement park. Or because he wants to build an elite school on the lush property.

No, I’m in trouble because Colin Parker is superlicious – despite the stick up his British bum.

You see, I’m a free-spirited girl who knows her way around a lobster boat. He’s a rule follower who knows his way around a boardroom. Can you say polar opposites?

Oh, did I mention his mother is back in England planning his marriage? The sexy Brit with a debutante makes sense, right?

You know what doesn’t make sense? The two of us between the sheets and a montage of fun activities that finally put a smile on his face. But when the montage ends, and life turns messy and complicated—yet we still manage to find common ground—it leads me to believe we’re not so different after all.

Until he does the one thing that proves me wrong and I’m forced to make a decision I thought I’d never have to make.

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“You can take the front. Sounds like you two have a lot of catching up to do, and I’d like to check my emails,” he replies.

“Suit yourself.” Emily flips the seat forward, and gestures for him to climb into the back. He puts one leg onto the floor of the back seat, pushes forward and grunts. I’m about to circle the car, but notice he’s not moving, or grunting. I’m not even sure he’s breathing. Great, I think we’ve killed him. We certainly have the motive. As I glance around, and contemplate on how to hide, or even move, the body, a loud groan reverberates through the near empty parking garage.

“Violet.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m…stuck.”

I admire his perfect ass, wedged between the back seat and the frame of my car. “Um, do you want me to push?”

“I think maybe you should pull.”

I take in the angle of his body and consider the logistics. “What do you want me to pull?” Emily chuckles beside me and I nudge her with my elbow. “Stop it.”

“Ow,” she complains.

I glare at her. “You’re not helping.”

She snaps her gum, enjoying this entirely too much. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. Go around the other side and push on his head.”

“I thought that’s what he wanted you to pull.”

“Ohmigod!” She grins, clearly proud of her quick-witted sexual innuendo. “Do you want to walk home?”

The car rocks as he tries to free himself, and I pray to God he hasn’t heard Emily, or think in any way that I want to pull his…anything.

Emily drops her gum back into her purse. “Fine.”

She circles the car, and I step up to him. “I’m going to put my hands on your hips and pull, okay?”

“Yes, I believe that will work.”

Pity once again hits me. The man is obviously embarrassed. The British are so stiff—do not think about head and stiff.

Dammit, I’m thinking about it.

Let me try that again. The British are stoic and reserved, and this must be mortifying. Then again, maybe he’s none of those things. People have misconceptions about Canadians too. Yeah, okay, it’s true. We’re ridiculously nice and overly apologetic. Sue me.

As he struggles, I take a fast second and consider drawing this out, letting him wallow in his embarrassment. I mean he is here to destroy our town, but because I only have one mean bone in my body—you did just hear me say we were ridiculously nice right—and I might need to use it later, I put my hand on his sides, and brace my pelvis against his rear.

Oh my.

I glance over my shoulder and pray no one is watching. The last thing I want to be accused of is bum-fucking some Brit in the back of my car. I’m not looking to cause an international incident here. I suppose I could just tell them I’m trying to remove a stick that’s lodged deep. That’s more believable, anyway.

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, aunt and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn lives in beautiful Nova Scotia with her husband, who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found Skyping with her son living in Seattle (could he have moved any farther away?) shopping with her daughter in the city, watching a big action flick with her husband, or hanging out and laughing with friends.

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