#this week has been wild so far babes

[fortes-fortuna-iogurtum]

really wanna finish that deep dive John Doggett POV fic I started writing last week :(

[m-inluv]

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎 is a very busy man. being a sport promoter is a hard-working job in terms of schedule — having to find various endearing sport events and sponsors who will agree to take part and finance these social event — which consumes a lot of time and humain energy.

and while tetsuro is grateful for the way you support and understand that his work takes a lot of him he still feels guilty for leaving you alone most of the time — especially now that you’re six months pregnant with his son.

over the last couple of weeks your husband and his coworkers started working on a very special sporting event, the ‘FIVB Beach Volleyball World Championships’, the double-gender world championship of beach volleyball. despite this championship being in a bit more than a year it is by far the most important worldwide volleyball event happening in the following year.

which is why testuro has been working harder during the last few days, his schedule being filled with meetings to discuss with a bunch of different sponsors — on who gets to sponsor what.

so when tetsuro finds himself having a ten minutes break between two meeting he immediatly turns on his phone, checking for any texts or missed calls from you — to which he does find a few texts.

wifey ♡ babe babyyy testsuro !! pls reply as soon as you can :(

tetsu •ᴗ• sweetheart is everything okay  ? are you hurt ? fuck did you burn the house down ? wifey ♡ babyyyy yuh uh everything is fine !! and i only burnt homemade caramel once :( i just can’t write it over text… call me !!!

the raven-haired man stands up from his seat, excusing himself as he pushes the nearest door open with one hand, the fingers of his free hand swiftly tapping over his phone’s screen as he clicks on your contact id — dialing your number. he then places his phone over his ear, leaning his back against the wall behind him as he waits for you to pick up the phone.

as soon as tetsuro hears some shuffle from the other line of his phone he speaks up, not even letting you greet him properly. “sweetie, is there a problem ?” his tone is worried as he waits for your answer, hoping that everything is fine — that you’re alright.

“tetsu—” you start before letting out a laugh, which kinda helps your husband calm down for a bit. “i told you that everything is fine, you don’t have to worry”

on the other end of the phone you can’t help but smile at your husband’s worry for you, which doesn’t fail to make you remember how much he cares about — something that only increased as soon as the first symptoms of your pregnancy appeared. “what is it then ?” tetsuro’s booming voice immediatly brings you back to earth. “it’s just. . . i have a brilliant idea !” you joyfully tell him. the raven-haired man pauses at your exclamation, searching for any guesses of what that idea might be. . . until a grin appears on his face as he finally comes to realization. “is it another wild craving of yours, princess ?” he lets out a chuckle at your answer, laughing to himself as he hears you sigh from the other line of his phone. “my cravings aren’t weird !” you protest, the pout on your lips evident in your tone, which makes your husband’s grin even wider. “so, i’m craving nachos—” you say before the raven-haired man cuts your sentence mid-way. “oh, from which place do you want it babe ? i can get it delivered at home—”

“no ! i want sweet nachos.” you state, a huff leaving your lips.

your husband stands there, a dumbfounded expression written all over his face as he stares ahead of himself, his brain malfunctioning due to your words. any of his coworkers who would pass by would think that something is wrong with him, like he just heard one of the dumbest things on earth — which he kinda did. “sweet nachos— angel that’s not even a thing !”

“but it is a thing since i just invented it !" you exclaim, your voice full of confidence — as if you didn’t imagine the weirdest ‘dish’ in the whole word. "the base is made of chips — not any kind tho, only the original pringles — with a bunch of m&m’s, reese’s, chocolate syrup and whipped cream.” you say, taking the time to explain this whole snack of yours in details. "whipped cream as to be on top of the chips and in a small cup on the side, okay ?"

tetsuro licks his lips as he notes all of the needed ingredients in his minds, shrugging his shoulders before realizing that you can’t see him and speaking up. "yeah, sure. do i need to stop by the grocery store to get the ingredients or not ?" he asks, which you answer with a simple ‘yes’. He hangs up the phone a few seconds later — after kissing you goodbye through the phone of course — and steps back inside the building for his last meeting of the day.

when your husband finally exits his work building — by 8:45pm exactly — he walks to his car, a white Mercedes-Benz CLE 200 Cabriolet. he opens the front door for himself, dropping all of his papers on the passenger seat next to him. he turns on his car, pressing on a button — making the roof of the convertible disappear inside of the trunk.

after about twenty minutes — and a stop at the grocery store — tetsuro finally parks his car in front of your shared house. he steps out of the car, a brown paper bag in one hand and his stack of papers in the other, a sigh leaving his lips as he pushes onto the front door’s handle, entering your residence.

“i’m home, sweetheart !” your husband calls out to you, taking his shoes off and walking towards the living room.

he smiles as he sees you laying on the couch, your head propped on one of your arms as you watch ‘from up on poppy hill’. he chuckles softly at the sight in front of him, placing his papers on the coffee table and bending over to get a proper look at your face. you glance up at his face when you finally notice his presence. you immediatly lift you head off your arm, a smile making it’s way on your lips as you sit up on the couch, puckering your lips for the raven-haired man to kiss you, which he glady does.

“how was work, baby ?” you ask him, looking up at him while slightly tilting your head to the side. “there’s a some  oyakodon and rice in the kitchen that you can heat up in the microwave and the pan.”

“god, princess, i’m gonna wife you up again. . .” tetsuro mutters, resting his forehead against yours before placing a tender kiss on your lips.

he breaks up the kiss and stands up, affectionately flickering your forehead before walking back to the kitchen, turning the lights on. tetsuro notices the bowl of rice on the counter and grabs it, placing it next to the pan. he tears a bit of paper towel with his fingers, damping it with some water before placing it over the bowl. he turns on the microvage, putting the rice to reheat. your husband smiles when he sees the oyakodon heating in the pan on low heat before turning it higher.

he sighs, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt onto his biceps before turning to the paper bag with the groceries he did ealier. once all of your craving’s ingredients are — finally — placed in front of him, tetsuro can start preparing your snack.

he opens the tub of unflavored pringles before placing some chips onto a plate, some whipped cream on top along with chocolate syrup before scattering m&m’s and reese’s on top of everything. he grabs a small cup, pouring some whipped cream inside.

when the time alarm goes off your husband opens the microwage, carefully grabing the rice cowl — without burning himself — before taking the damp paper off the top of the bowl. He moves the pan off the heat, pouring the runny mixture on top of the white rice that he garnishes with green onion, sesame seeds and a bit of togarashi.

in a swift move tetsuro snatches a pair of chopsticks, placing them between his fingers before grabbing both his bowl and your plate, tuning the lights off before walking towards the living room.

“here you go, sweetheart.” he tells you, handing you your plate while you thank him, your bright smile making your eyes squint and your head tilt.

you slide off the couch, now sitting on the floor as you place a pillow under your ass and behind your back, putting your plate on the coffee table in front of you. tetsuro slips down on the floor next to you, slightly bending his upper-body above the table, gathering some of his food between his chopsticks and taking a bite out of it.

you squeal as you takes one of the chips between your fingers, shoving it inside of your mouth. you can’t help the sigh of contentement leaving your lips at the salty and sweet taste you’ve been craving all day. You take another one, doing a small dance of happiness.

“i gotta say, princess, your food taste was already strange, but now ?” tetsuro says, whistling, only for you to slap the back of his head, a huff leaving your lips as a pout tugs at your lips, only for it to be wiped away by your husband’s lips on yours, to which you gladly kiss him back.

[delta-piscium]

When Steve and Eddie start dating Wayne pulls Steve aside and is like “I know this sounds odd but you’re gonna have to take him on walks every once in a while.”

And Steve is just like “?? Sir? He is not a dog?”

Wayne gives him a slightly haunted look, muttering “sometimes I wonder,” under his breath before clearing his throat and telling Steve to just trust him on this one. 

Steve thinks this is probably something Wayne had to do when Eddie was a child to get him out of the house but the man is a full-grown adult now, Steve is not gonna walk him.

He kind of forgets about it until one day. Eddie’s been staying at Steve’s for the week and he gets home from work only to find the kitchen absolutely wrecked. He finds Eddie in another room standing in a pile of books. He very slowly approaches him, putting his hands out and making his voice soft and as carefully as he can being like, “Hey, babe, what’s up?”

Eddie whips around, eyes big and wild, rambling almost too fast for Steve to understand. “I needed to make a cake but I didn’t have a recipe so I improvised and that did not work so I went to find a recipe and did you know there are like fifty-year-old medical books here? There are so many descriptions of gross stuff in them.” He waves one of Steve’s granddads old books around and Steve has to lean back to not get smacked by it. 

“Yeah… my granddad was a doctor,” he says all while eyeing him warily. 

His hair is frizzier than usual and he’s about to turn around to grab more books and Steve does not know what this is or what to do? Should he do something? That’s when he remembers what Wayne said about walks and the way he had looked, a bit stressed and disbelieving. It’s about how Steve is feeling right now so he might as well try, right?

So he grabs Eddie, pulling him along towards the door, making up the first excuse he can think of. “Speaking of my granddad, he built a tree-house for me in the woods behind the house, let’s go look.” 

He walks into the woods at the wrong opening, leading them kind of far in before turning around to wander and pretending to look. He finally steers them back to where the tree-house actually is, all in its tiny rotten glory, and right at the edge of the lawn.

“Guess it was closer than I remember,” he says with a shrug as if dragging Eddie around for twenty minutes insisting it was further in is in any way a believable mistake. 

Eddie gives him a look like he’s acting insane, which, okay fair but Eddie did start it. And anyways he looks better now, judgmental as all hell but better.

“Cool,” He eventually says then stomps back inside. 

Eddie spends the rest of the day making fun of Steve for getting lost in the woods where he grew up but he’s not climbing the walls anymore so Steve counts it as a win.

After that he brings Eddie on regular walks, tells him it’s because he doesn’t do sports anymore and needs to move, doesn’t always feel like running and it’s boring going alone. Eddie accepts it easily but also says it’s so weird because Wayne will also drag him along on walks, and, like, what about him attracts these people who need to go on walks all the time and can’t do it alone?

Steve and Wayne have a pact to never tell Eddie, they do not even want to imagine how that would go because Eddie is a drama queen at heart and their system is working (until years later when Steve and Eddie live together hours away and Steve goes on a trip with Robin, he comes back to Eddie on his way to turn their living room into a greenhouse)

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - The Sign is Slaying

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. Happy new year, BLabies!

Jan 2024 Wk 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 8 of 12 - Tharn in Phaya’s too big clothing is the cutest thing in the world.

I gotta to say something about Babe's acting really quickly. I love the way he’s inhabiting the personality of his naga character with reptilian eye and body movements and (I don’t know how to put this) a certain reserved, elegant, slithering- ness. He's very good this new boy of ours. (He come from something physical like dance?)

I adored them doing the walk of shame and being teased.

ALSO I enjoyed the way they handled Tharn’s gender in the past with his costume (the pha chung hang is gender neutral but that green top is a kinda combo m+f) and pronouns et al.

Language corner:

They are using ancient pronouns. I *think* I heard: daow (3rd), khun/jao/tan (2nd), kaa (Ist) - all pronouns in use are gender neutral - to the best of my understanding.

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 10 of 12 - Ooo. Day comes out to fam. Also his maa legit took his phone away and said

“I don’t mind you being gay but you can’t date a poor.”

Still, these 2 do kind of make the best secret boyfriends ever.

Also I begin to love Night: “that’s my baby” indeed. You special ain’t ya?

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 -  I’m starting to find this pretty boring at this juncture. Bummer, because for a while I was enjoying it.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 11 of 12 - The stuff with the spy on the team is super boring. I’m not wild about the side characters either. So most of this episode was a bust for me. I did like First’s ex. 

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 9 of 14 - Charlie & Babe = honeymoon phase. Jeff & Kim = forgotten. Pete & Way = riddles wrapped in alphas but actually enigmas. Everyone else = gang bang phase…. Apparently. Trash watch happening here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 6 of 12 - Loved that this was a mutual kiss. (Also how comfortable are OffGunn kissing now? Babies!) I’ve moved from indifference to absolute loathing of the side couple tho.

Oddball LIES from the script = the gayest bridge in Bangkok isn’t lit up after 9pm.

Meanwhile, very important kicky kicky feet and Doc is a dork about flirting now that he’s all in. Looks like we get the official boyfriend ep next week.  

You and My Stars YT 2of 2(?) - Couldn’t find it. Not fussed. 

Time the series (Thai Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - Okay so there’s a gang and someone named Chris is killed and his boyfriend, actor Foam, is jumped back in time to save him? NO SINGING. Between Chris’s death and that time-slip there’s some kind of accidental murder, a pink pocket watch, Chris being alive again but also a different person, and a make out scene. Are you also confused? Actually, the real question is: Do we continue watching? Remember we (the collective BLorg) do not trust MFlow. 

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) ep 21 of 24 - The acting has been pretty terrible all along with this series, but this one is the worst. I just can’t. I may tune in for the last installment but this one is a DNF for me. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 10 - It’s utterly adorable. Very manga, but so far not grating on my nerves. They so cute! You know I adore a hyung romance. Add a v gay sauna scene and an OUT gay boy and just... YES. All the married breeder regulars being overly invested in their pretty cook’s queer drama queening, it's so good.

AND THEN a confession in the first episode? Japan sure loves to mess with the pacing of plots drops.

Also, how much do I want to eat every single piece  of food in this darn show? 

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 5 of 8 - Man I wish this were better I enjoyed this more. Sigh. I do LOVE the stepbrother sides. Of course I do. But how can this feature 2 of my favorite relationship types (age gap, stepbrothers) and not be my favorite BL airing? Japan, how do you ALWAYS do this to me? 

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 9 of 10 - I don’t know. I just wish this were better. Also shorter.

I really miss KBL right now.

It's done I Need to Catch up

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have a spare day.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Veitnam so I assume it's on YouTube. I never even noticed. Anyone?

After Sundown - aired on Netflix Thailand. No word on inter release.

It's Airing But...

[INTERNATIONAL] Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - yeah Japan put the smack down on our boys. Sadness. You can use a VPN if you like. Read all about it here.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Night Dream (Sat YT) 6 eps - It’s a pain to track down and I really didn’t like the first episode so… DNF  

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if safe.

Dead Friend Forever (Thai Sat iQIYI) - horror, meh, tell me if it's worth my time?

In Case You Missed it

All my year-end round ups:

TOP 10 BL Trends of 2023

Top 10 BL Secondary Pairs of 2023

2023 BLs Best Trope Execution Awards! TOP 10

BL 2023's Best:

Back Hugs Thailand & Elsewhere

Cute Bits of Domesticity

Boys Feeding Boys

BOOP!

Best Cuddles

Heads in Laps

Touching Head Touches

Thailand Put His Head on Your Shoulder

Put Your Head on My Shoulder (not Thailand)

BEST KISSES (not Thailand)

BEST KISSES FROM THAILAND

All the BLs Announced for 2023 that didn't happen

Next Week Looks Like This

More Coming Jan 2024

Beside You (Thai YouTube)

1/24 Love For Love's Sake (Korea Gaga)- based on the Manhwa ‘Love Supremacy Zone’ by Hwacha. A young man is dropped into a game based off a novel he loves. His mission is to make another player, YeoWoon happy. But then the game starts unfolding completely different from the novel.

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Why are the oversized flappy flappy sleeves so adorable? (The Sign)

Pit Babe

Frankly 2024 is starting on a whimper... mostly from Babe.

(Last week)

[dragon-of-the-soutn]

Oh Robert and Cersei eldest legitimate daughter oc’s my beloveds.

Like just the idea of Robert and Cersei having the one legit kid is so funny because that little girls life would have been so messy and horrid and wild.

-Just 18 year old Cersei nine months into her marriage (if we assume legit daughter was a wedding night baby) who is so proud at having given the King a Princess and the realm an heir. It doesn’t even matter that she’s a girl with blue eyes and a tuft of black hair because she’s obviously going to grow up to be just like Cersei in very way that’s meaningful, there going to have matching outfits, her daughter will be the bell of the court, the apple of her fathers eye and everything is going to be perfect.

-And then her marriage to Robert deteriorates rapidly and her little girl just becomes another part of her that Robert now has a claim on that she can’t scrub clean. The girl is an eye sore, a reminder of all she’s lost and can never claw back. Her bright expressive blue eyes become defiant and wilful and her thick black hair Cersei thought beautiful now is course, wiry and unmanageable. At two years old the girl is just like Robert and his pestilential brothers in every way (this is what we call projection), and nothing like her beautiful golden haired, green eyed Joffrey who is perfect in every way, shall become the best king in the history of Westeros and be exactly like Cersei because he already is. And she has exactly the same thoughts when Myrcella and Tommen are born. The girl on the other hand when Cersei remembers that she exists is just an easy target for her to lash out at when she’s angry with Robert.

-The girl has no memories of her mother ever being kind to her, she was only a babe during that time. And had been raised by a revolving door of Septa’s, nursemaids and Maestro’s since then. She has grown up understanding that her mother doesn’t like her, has no idea why her mother doesn’t like her and probably assumes that she a fourteen year old girl who has lived a pretty sheltered life so far must be the worst person to ever exist, and my goodness does she internalise that shit.

-So is see her either overcompensating to try and prove that she isn’t what Cersei thinks she is by trying to be the most Princess to ever Princess. Like my girl can dance, sing, play the high harp and 12 other instruments, sew, embroider, reads and writes poetry and novels in about twelve diffent languages, recite her textbooks backwards from memory and has a head for numbers. Or she swings violently the other way to give her mother a giant middle finger say I am all you feared me to be and more and chooses to out tomboy every tomboy who has ever tomboyed. Lannister arrogance and Baratheon stubborn coming in clutch in both scenarios.

-Because of course she isn’t doing too much and pushing herself too far and burning herself out, fuck you, learns High Valyrian at seven years old in a week to piss you off. And of course she isn’t doing this for attention or to prove something by doing something that will likely get her killed, fuck you, dose a backflip and then demands to be taught how to sword fight to piss you off.

-To be clear Robert is an equally shitty father to all his children. He ignores the lot of them equally bar maybe Joffrey who he sort of remembers exists because he’s crowned Prince and his behaviour keeps Robert awake at night and all that jazz. Truly equality for all.

-Also please welcome Legit daughter to the elder sister-mother gang headed by Catelyn Stark because someone had to raise Myrcella and Tommen and it sure as hell wasn’t Cersei and Robert. Truly mothering at 12 like Cersei had died in childbirth, no one is doing it like her. (Myrcella and Tommen are the only bright things in her life and she would die for them.)

-You’ve heard of Mammas boys, you’ve heard of Daddy’s girls now get ready for Uncle Renly’s girl. The only adult in her life to give her an ounce of unconditional affection and guidance and my goodness does she cling onto that like a vice. Like ride or die for Renly in a way that’s concerning.

-Or arguably worse, she’s a Stannis girl because she’s recognised that there both outsiders in there own family and Stannis was once like ‘I also can repeat the entire history of House Baratheon backwards’ and now she’s convinced they bonded. Six year old legit daughter will just appear in his office when Cersei had laid into her being silently sad and morose (she is in fact depressed) and Stannis who had no idea how to comfort a child nor recognise that she is in fact sad will be like ‘just sit there and don’t bother me while I’m working’. And be sweating bullets having no idea what to say to her for the rest of the day so they just sit in silence while his nice is like, ‘uncle Stannis is a thoughtful and quiet person like me so we say what we need to with silences 🥰 he’s the only one in the Red Keep who understands me 😊❤️, I wish he was my father.’ Meanwhile Stannis is like ‘should I ask Davos for advice? He has children, does he know how to talk to children? No, I’ll ask Davos.’ And he never does.

-And then Robert dies, Ned is like yo Stannis all the kids bar your favourite nice are illegitimate and things get juicy!

[versegm]

Gudacas fake dating au. While running from the cops, Castoria pulls the first random schmuck she can find and claims to be on a date with them, so no officer she totally had an alibi she's not an arsonist thank you. The stranger goes along with it, which, neat, but really surprisingly afterwards the stranger actually takes her on a date. And in general acts exactly as if they'd been dating for real- pulling her in their arms, asking saying shit like "aw babe i'm sorry i hope the officer didn't scare you too much :< here let's get you some food you'll feel better."

After a bit Castoria realized that the stranger 1) is part of a sizeable polycule (they constantly talk about other people they're dating like "oh you know during my date with Musashi she mentioned this place, we should eat there!") and 2) is completely face blind (struggled to recognize which waiter was the one who'd taken their order even tho there was a grand total of two waiters) so naturally she comes to the conclusion that this stranger mistook her for one of their gfs. It's painfully awkward but also man it's her first positive human interaction in weeks AND she's having fun AND she's getting free food, can you really blame her for sticking around?

Six hours later it's now getting late and the stranger invites her home. Which is a perfectly normal thing to ask your gf but for Castoria it's certainly a first. She's homeless tho and has been freeloading in a barn so like... what's the harm in saying yes? If they try to kiss her or anything she'll just say she's not in the mood, they've been perfectly pleasant so far surely she can sleep on a real bed for once right?

It's now night outside and she just had the biggest dinner in her life. She's feeling sleepy but still counting the emergency exists. The stranger is getting started on the dishes when they turn to her and say "oh by the way, my name is Ritsuka Fujimaru. I don't think I ever introduced myself?"

As it turns out, Ritsuka did mistake Castoria for one their girlfriends... for a grand total of five minutes. Because even if they can't tell faces apart Castoria is five feet tall and has the personality of a wild ferret. It's just that Castoria ran into the only weirdo in town who would be used to fool the cops and then immediately think "man this girl seems to be having a really bad day tho. I'll take her to the aquarium that'll cheer her up." The handholding and pet names and all was because Ritsuka is legit just Like That.

[ateriblewriter]

Don’t Take the Girl {1} (m.b)

a/n: I’m really sorry. Please don’t hate me. Also remember you guys wanted more Matt Boldy.

warnings: accidents

Enjoy! 

Part 2 

You never pictured your life turning out the way it had. You never thought you would eventually follow your then hockey player boyfriend cross country to a frozen wasteland. But you did and you wouldn’t change anything. Especially when Matt proposed and you found out you were pregnant not long after. The two of you were young yes but the two of you knew it was meant to be when you first met each other.

That brings you to today. Your 22nd birthday. You were two weeks overdue with a stubborn little baby boy and miserable. You wanted this child out of your body, he has overstayed his welcome. This child definitely got his stubbornness from you because Matt was cool as a cucumber. You shouldn’t have to wait for much longer to greet your child as you started feeling twinges late during the third period.

The contractions were far apart and nothing to worry about yet. So you didn’t inform anyone of your current situation. It’s not like you were going to give birth at the X. Nope. Matt was going to finish up with interviews and such in the locker room, you guys would head home for a little bit until things were a little further along. Eventually you would make your way to the hospital and bam you would have a baby. Or at least that would be the plan if only your lover boy would hurry up.

“You doing okay Y/N?” Calen, one of Matt’s teammates, asked you, bringing you out of your current train of thought. He found pacing back and forth, the way you do when you get nervous sometimes. “Do you need Bolds?”

“Yeah. I might need him soon.” You rubbed your enlarged belly. You hoped the man would take the hint as to what was going on. You stopped pacing momentarily as another contraction hit you. This one was a bit stronger than the last.

“Oh well, he should be finishing up soon. I can go and snag him for you if you’d like.” The man offered to help retrieve the person you needed.

“That would be great Calen.” You paused walking back and forth as another contraction rolled through. This one a little bit stronger than the others. “Please tell him if he wants to meet his son he should really consider getting out here.”

You don’t know what the Wild defenseman said when he went back into the locker room but you could hear some whoops and hollers. Hearing the outburst of excitement of what was to come made your heart smile. You really did love being in Minnesota. You loved how everyone was so nice and supportive. They really did care about each other.

“Hey.” Matt walked over to the pillar you had been leaning against. Since he was a bit taller than you he had to lean over to give you a kiss.

“Hey yourself.” You kissed him back.

“I heard someone is ready to grace us with his presence tonight.” The two of you started walking over to the car hand in hand. Halfway to the car you need to stop again for a contraction. You really squeezed your hockey player’s hand as this one had been the strongest yet.

“You good babe?” He never once let go of your hand. It was reassuring to know he had your back when it came to this thing. “You want to go straight to the hospital or?”

“No no, I think we still have a little bit of time left. I think we can make it home.” Matt opened the car door for you and helped you in. He even went as far as buckling you in. He wanted to make sure his family was as safe as could be. “Plus I may have forgotten that stupid bag. And I want my fuzzy slippers.”

“Oh you want the fuzzy slippers? That’s more important right now?” A laugh erupted from his lips as he started the vehicle.

“Yes you goof. The slippers are very important.” You shook your head, thinking about the most comfortable footwear you own.

The normal 20 minute drive back home to northeast Minneapolis seemed like it was taking forever. It could have been the nerves you were feeling about giving birth. But it was most likely the thin sheet of frozen water that covered the roads.

“Matt, slow down. You don’t need to be going so fast.” You reached up to tightly grip the handle above the door. You hated the icy roads, never feeling completely safe on them.

“It’s not me, it's the shitty -” Matt started but never finished. It all happened so fast. You saw the bright light to the right of you before feeling the crunching metal around you. It was over in a minute. The darkness surrounding you as your fiancé yelled your name.

Again I apologize for this. 

Please let me know what y’all think. I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, and complaints!

A part 2 coming sometime?

[yellobb]

✨WIP Wednesday✨

Hello lovely people! It’s been a metric age since I posted one of these, but I wanted to show some appreciation to the people who still tag me every week. Y’all are the best ❤️❤️❤️

@shrekgogurt @martsonmars @aristocratic-otter @thewholelemon @bazzybelle @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @ileadacharmedlife

Anyway, I don’t have actual content to post because all I’ve been working on fandom-wise has been Inktober. However, last week someone (I can’t remember who 😭) did a personal WIP Wednesday and I’m totally stealing that, because WOW has it been a wild few months.

I think most of the people who are going to see this post already know most of this, but I’ve officially graduated college (thank fucking god), started my first full-time job, and moved halfway across the United States. It’s a lot of transition stuff, but surprisingly? I’ve actually been doing really well with it.

This past month I’ve treated myself like a work in progress, and man have I improved. I’m taking my meds every day without external pressure for the first time and the meds I’m taking actually work. I’ve been waking up at a reasonable human being time, I haven’t missed a day of work, and I’m actually learning to cook for myself. I’m also working on getting my place organized and decorated, and I’m honestly in love with it so far :) Here’s some pictures!

One of the things I’m really working on right now (and the thing that’s probably the most relevant to y’all) is actually interacting with others. I’ve made a concerted effort to hang out with someone irl one day every weekend.

This may not seem like much, but for me to make it through a full week of waking up and going to work and doing my chores (semi) regularly and still make an effort to see people on the weekend instead of just huddling in my room? It’s huge! But it’s also kind of exhausting because my body just isn’t used to that anymore. I’m used to laying in bed 24/7, so I need a LOT of recovery time in between.

This has had the side effect of not having any energy to really engage with my online friends. My social battery just runs out so quickly right now, but I’m really optimistic. I wanna start engaging in the server again because I miss you guys so much. I’ve kind of held myself back for a while because I know I can’t commit to fully being on the server like I used to right now, but I’m going to try to drop in here and there when I have the energy :)

Anyway, kudos to you if you’ve read this far :P I just wanted to give a little update on how things were going and why I haven’t been around as much. Appreciate you all ❤️❤️❤️

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[rizzstappen]

*sets up folding chair, lays blanket along my legs* Just gonna....get comfy real quick. Don't mind me. 👀👀👀👀

Okay this strays so far from the original tags lol but I was feeling extra soft especially after traveling myself. So this is kinda about the feeling of the ache of your body and returning home and how that’s such a good feeling.

It is a little shorter then last time but it is set in the same universe as my college au!

This is my second time writing maxiel so still figuring it out but of course any questions to comments are welcome!

So I hope you enjoy it Danni! 🫶🏼

Pov: snapshots of college Daniel and Max’s texas road-trip

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Orange. That’s all Daniel saw as he drove down the Texas highway away from the border. The sun was setting behind them painting the desert landscape in hues of oranges and yellows against the brown of the dust. The week had been filled with memories Daniel would never forget.

On the first day, Max had peeled oranges in the passenger seat as they started their way through Texas stating:

“Of course they’re the best snack Daniel!”

Before he fed a slice to his boyfriend. They had agreed to do a road trip through Texas. They lived in Austin after all but had never ventured out of the city.

~

An hour into the trip, they stopped at a local winery. Of course, they had to get a couple of bottles to remember the trip.

“Look this one has a cool label,” Max said showing Daniel.

“It’s like us. You’re the orange and I’m the blue,” Daniel replied.

The label was a magnificent swirl of blue and orange hues with yellows in between. Daniel nodded “let’s take it,” he said before they went to check out and keep driving.

~

A stop in San Antonio resulted in a visit to the Zoo because of a new Australian exhibit. Of course, Daniel explained how he’d seen these kangaroos in the wild

“When you visit Maxy we’ll see them all along the side of the road” he nodded promising his boyfriend a grand tour of the red-orange Australian desert.

~

An afternoon was spent among the orange and yellow poppies in a canyon in Texas. That year had brought a lot of snow and once the heat of the summer melted the water the seedlings were able to bloom at the base of the mountain.

“Let’s have poppies at our wedding. This is beautiful” Daniel whispered as he lay with Max in the grass picking an orange poppy and sliding it into his soft blonde hair “I’ll even let Charles do the center pieces” he joked.

Max laughed softly against his boyfriends shoulder. His eyes shut “sounds like a plan Daniel” he whispered contently

~

Next came the salsas in El Paso. Green. Red. Orange? The lady had tried to explain in her best English that it was made from an extremely spicy pepper. Chile de árbol. By the end of the meal, both Max and Daniel had tears in their eyes but complimented the local taco shop on how amazing the food was.

It was Max who attempted in broken Spanish “muy bueno. Gracias!”

After that, it was time to go.

~

Daniel’s muscles felt sore and stiff from driving eight hours but finally, they were back in Austin. He parked the car before he looked over at a sleeping Max. Curled into the door of the old car his parents had lent him enough money to buy. An orange hoodie around his chest kept him warm since Daniel preferred a cold car keeping the a/c on.

“Babe wake up we’re back” he whispered placing a small kiss on his boyfriend's forehead “let’s go inside” he hummed shutting the car off.

~

The water ran down Daniels back. Getting the stale smell of his car off of himself was his first priority so a shower was in order.

The shower curtain opened and Daniel saw the silhouette of his boyfriend step in while he brushed the water out of his eyes.

“You’re gonna use up all the hot water” Max mumbled still half asleep from his nap in car. Daniel laughed as he squirts shampoo from the orange bottle into his hand.

“So you decided to join me?” He asked with a soft grin.

“It’s the only way I don’t have to take a cold shower” Max said sliding close to Daniel to get his own body wet.

Daniel stepped aside to rub the shampoo in his hair letting it suds up in his curls as he watched his boyfriend under the water.

He was glad to be home.

As close to home as they could each get.

Well, Daniel was always home with Max.

~

[alaanz]

Theories over why Babe crashed his car before we actually find out.

1. Tony - via messing with the mechanics of the car.

Tony would obviously seem at the top of the list. But I’m not sure if Killing babe is what Tony wants. It seems more like he wants him to come back home rather than out right murdering him. But that doesn’t necessarily mean he didn’t stage the accident. It could of been that he’d just decide he was gonna take a big risk and hope that babe didn’t die in the accident, just that he was injured. Maybe hoping that it would scare Babe back into coming home by showing him that he could end his life if he wanted to.

2. Tony - via using another alphas powers.

The same logic behind the reasoning from before would apply here. But there would in theory be a lot more control over how the accident plays out. We’ve now seen at least 3 examples of what looks like ‘alpha powers from Babe (heightened senses), Jeff (possibly seeing the future) and Way (what looks like mind manipulation or something). We’ve already seen from flashbacks that someone has telekinesis powers, so the possibility that Tony still has then under his control is not out of the question. And if this is the case, then the likelihood of them causing Babes accident is even more likely. Jeff said it himself in the episode that practically everyone had checked the car and that it was working before the race. So for me, it seems like a high chance. And I’m gonna bet my money that Kenta is the one with the telekinesis power.

3. Winner aka Loser

This is a possibility, as is practically everything with this show. But I’m not sure how I feel abt this theory. I feel like he’s too much of an idiot (sort of affectionate but not really) to pull it off. Everything he’s done so far hasn’t managed to go the way he wanted it too. But we saw that he’s willing to throw money around to make sure he gets his way. It just seems too big of a plan, and tbh to big a plot point point for it to have been Loser that was the one that sabotaged the car. If does end up being him however, I hope we get to see Kim knock him the fuck out for being an absolute dipshit.

4. Jeff

This is the way the show is trying to frame it for next week but I really don’t believe it tbh. With the way everything’s been going, nothing that Charlie and Jeff has planned so far has been malicious towards Babe at any point. Charlie is way too gone for Babe for him to hurt him. And Jeff and Charlie are too good of friends for Jeff to have gone behind Charlie’s back to hurt babe. There’s always the possibility that Jeff did mess with the car, but as a way to save Babe. We saw that he had a vision of sorts seeing that Babe has an accident during the race. What if Jeff saw a worse version of the accident and so messed with the car to create a smaller accident instead. One that’s less life threatening. This could be why Jeff gets blamed in the next ep. If someone does has any evidence that shows that Jeff did fuck with the car, how is Jeff meant to explain the truth to them without outing himself. I don’t think it was Jeff that did it tho. Maybe I’m biased (a big possibility I’m not gonna lie) but it doesn’t really make any sense for it to have been Jeff.

Out of everyone, I think who I suspect the most is Tony and that he crashed the car using another alphas power. Partly because it makes a lot of sense, and partly because I want it to be right because of how wild it would be.

[slasherrcentral]

Run, Rabbit, Run — Bo Sinclair. (18+)

Summary: after attempting to run away from him again, maybe you will finally learn your lesson this time around.

Note: this is so fucking filthy and i’m not the least bit sorry for it, bo sinclair has fully rotted my brain. please don’t read if you are sensitive to any of the triggers involving violence, stockholm syndrome, spit and blood or talks of murder. this is some shit below the cut and viewer discretion is very much advised.

Dedications: the wonderful @visceravalentines for inspiring this work with her fic “I’m so dirty, babe” because it’s changed my entire life. and also to the beautiful @bosinclairz , who inspires me to have a blog even half as cool as theirs. thank you !!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Warnings: predator/prey play, name calling and abuse, heavy stockholm syndrome implications, spitting, blood, choking, bdsm elements, topics that elude to past murders, slight voice kink ( if you squint ) ( not even if you squint ), extremely heavy and violent sexual content.

The morning air was frigid while your bare feet pattered against the concrete, your breath leaving your chest in heaving, tired gasps. He was right behind you, the tell-tale pattering of old, worn out black work boots was as clear as the day you’d stumbled into the tiny, vacant town of Ambrose, when he had to chase you down for the first time after discovering his horrible, malicious intentions. You’d been so stupid then, too naive and entirely too trusting. His low, sultry drawl had given you a false sense of contentment. Those piercing, wild blue eyes had drawn you in like bee’s to honeysuckle. He’d even gone as far as to call you darlin’, that wolffish grin peeking out behind sharp canine’s as his eyes scanned your figure, making you fidget in place. Denim shorts, white spaghetti strapped tank with a crimson red bra visible underneath the flimsy cloth. You should’ve ran right then and there, should have found something to clobber him over the head with. But you didn’t. You’d been begging for it then like you’re begging for it now.

“Run, little rabbit! Run!” Bo laughed manically behind you, sending a series of chills down your spine. He was taunting you now, always taunting and menacing. His disease lusted for the chase, for the terror he inflicted upon you. The deep, rumbling chortles and your pants were the only sound ringing through the abandoned, haunted town. Nobody was coming to save you. There was nobody for miles and miles. You should know, you tried to escape him before. Look at where that got you, restrained in an old medical chair and tortured for two weeks straight with no reprieve from your misery. Your body was still blanketed with scars from that incident, constant reminder’s of who you slept next to at night.

You could still feel the stitched up wounds, courtesy of Vincent, on your inner thighs, rubbing against the denim of your washed jeans, blue jeans that had belonged to another girl before you, a girl that had thought she could escape too. Her worn, tattered Polaroid picture was still hanging up inside of Bo’s makeshift workshop. It was taken not long before he’d grown tired of her whining, and put her out of her misery with the sharpened blade of his hunter’s knife. You wanted to rip up that picture, chew it to pieces and spit it out on the ground. You did not like the idea of him still looking at her after you fell asleep at night, when your hole was of no further use, thinking about all the things that he did to her.

He was right, when he’d spat in your face that you never learn, duct tape digging viciously into your wrists. You didn’t think he’d be in the house this morning, didn’t think he would catch you making a bee-line for the open porch door. But he did, and now you knew, he was not going to make the same mistake again. You were dead. Another poor soul forever incased in wax, just like all the others, and you could practically hear them laughing at you as well. Stupid, stupid girl. Thinking you ever even had a chance. Stealing a glimpse over your shoulder, he looked murderous. Pointed, narrowed blue eyes burning into the back of your head. His top lip was curled up into a snarl, growls burrowed deep in his chest, canine teeth exposed to the dewy morning air. You knew Bo wasn’t running as fast as he could be, choosing to make a fun little game out of this instead. You hated his games. It’s because of them that you’ve almost been killed, strung up from the ceilings with ropes and leather straps as he took his careful time ruining your body. A body that was no longer yours — a body that he molded to his darkest, most unfathomable desires.

You were tired. You wished he’d kill you, get it over with once and for all. Vincent would make you look beautiful again, maybe he’d put you in the movie theater, where you could always watch a film. Where you’d never, ever be alone again. Where you could fade into nothingness. Where you could forget about how pitiful you were and how disgusting it was for you to love the very man who stole everything from you. Your goals, ambitions, drive for the future. You’d been on your way back to campus from your spring break trip when your car broke down, leading you here. Leading you to him. Hell, you’d even heard your name on the radio some months ago. Your parents were looking for you, your friends are worried, your teachers insisted that it wasn’t like you to vanish. Bo had laughed when he saw the tears on your cheeks, spitting that they’ll never find you here, that you’re his.

In a move that surprised the both of you, and because the little spitfire that Bo came to adore so much is still buried somewhere deep down inside of you, you hook your heels into the gravel and duck to the left, where a house was awaiting your heady arrival. Slipping on the morning muck—you crash right in front of the steps, a pained groan leaving your chest. Get the fuck up now, he’s right behind you, are the only two things your mind kept shouting. Despite your gasps for air and the pain, you manage to dodge Bo just as he gets within’ arms length of you. He leered at you, twisting to follow you up the stairs and into the shabby, white house. You’d flung yourself into the residence, pressing your frame against the door. It doesn’t have a fucking lock, you’re fucking stupid to think that it did. Barreling all of your weight against the door, which wasn’t much because you’ve lost a considerable amount since arriving here, sustaining a diet of eggs and sandwiches. Your teeth rattled within’ your gums as Bo pounded on the front door behind your aching back, screaming expletives, demanding that you open it up or he’ll carve you like a thanksgiving turkey.

“You’re really in for it now, little bunny.” He huffed out a callous chuckle. And then like rumbling thunder on hot summer nights or heat lightning cracking in the air, he slammed up against the door with his elbow. You’re whimpering now, scanning the house for an exit, but it seems like there’s none. There is, however, a staircase. Hearing the wood split, knowing that he was getting in, you slipped away from the door and made a run for the stairs. He was inside in a matter of moments, his chest heaving and his fists clenched tight at his sides. You’re certain that he’s going to kill you. You’d die here, in the little sad house on the corner, staring into those ocean blue eyes all the while. You hoped that when he does it, that he looks at you. That he see’s you, one more time, and that you’d sit with him for the rest of his days. It’s the very least that he could do for you. You bolted, his glare burning into your back, clambering up the stairs.

It took no time at all for him to reach you, wrapping a meaty fist around your bruised, scarred ankle. You’ve screamed, you’re sure of it, throat burning and warm, wet tears streaming down your cheeks as you began sending hard kicks behind you— hoping one of them would land. One had to land. Had to give you time to make an escape from his rage. “Let me go right now, you fucking psychopath! Let me go! I hate you, I hate you and this fucking haunted town so fucking much!” You’re rambling now, jumbled and frantic. He laughs, that bastard laughed at your hysteria—dragging you down the stairs, slowly now, one at a time. Taunting, always taunting, his malice gave you enough time to send a brutal kick right at his nose. Your kick landed, right on the bridge of his prominent nose. He yelped, surprised for a fraction of a moment, then he roared. Blood poured from the wound, dripping onto his tee, down onto the dirty, blue carpet below. You gaped, waiting, terrified. And when Bo’s gaze fixed back on yours, you knew that you were in for a world of pain. You’d knocked his favorite truckers cap off his head, made him bleed his own blood. Good, you thought. Means you hadn’t lost every piece of your soul—yet.

“You wanna play fuckin’ games with me, sugar? We’ll play, then. Disobedient little bitch, forgettin’ all of the manners I’ve taught you.” Before you had any time to prepare for the blow, he sent a monstrous kick with a steel-toed boot directly to your rib cage. You gasped, couldn’t help it, your lungs attempting to suck in the sweet air that had just been knocked from you. Your head was swimming— small mewls leaving your lips, sputtering out some thick coughs. “Look at ya, poor thang. Writhin’ around, helpless and achin’. Soundin’ sweet for me, singin’ like a bitch in heat down there.”

You were flung onto your back, eyes wide and scared, still dazed from the blow to your mid-section. Bo’s on top of you within’ mere moments, hands now latched tightly around your throat. You’re squirming under the weight of him, heels digging into the carpet and your mind beginning to haze over. It was brutal, you were almost certain that your eyes were going to pop out from their sockets if he pressed down any harder. He was showing sick, twisted restraint— you hated him, hated him so much for it too. He could just end your misery and get it over with. He could extinguish that inferno that builds up inside of your gut when you’re sitting in the passenger’s seat of his truck, windows down and taking in the breeze on back road’s, sandy curls that framed the nape of his neck swaying in the wind, pillowy pink lips curled into a grin as you sang along, obnoxiously, with whatever song he’d chosen.

Or when you’re both in bed, crushed against his chest, strong hand clasped against the swell of your hip bone whilst the other cradles a cigarette and he’d murmur praises in your hair and the crickets sang outside your window. Or when he made you true Louisiana cuisine, snapping at you to stop munching on his goddamned vegetables and grab him a beer from the fridge. When you did, he’d kiss the crown of your head. You needed, desperately, to get away from him. You’re in love with him inconsolably so, to the point where it’s killing you, right here and right now.

He let go. He fucking let go of you and then wrenched calloused fingers into your mouth, hooking the long, ringed digits over your bottom teeth and under your tongue, pulling down with such force that your head rattled. Your mouth popped open—slick and waiting, sobs bubbling in the back of your throat. His iris’ are pitch black now, the dark has swallowed up the light, primality glinting in pools of midnight hues. So busy gasping for air after his attack on your neck, Bo was anything if a man of true opportunity. He hadn’t yet made up his mind what he was going to do with you, what he would have to do to break you. You noticed gears turning in his head, pillowy pink tongue jutting out, running across his bottom lip. He wanted to hurt you, he was going to .. but there was something else, something that you couldn’t quite pin.

“Keep that fuckin’ filthy mouth open, ya hear?” Bo’s leaned down now, snarling into your ear, the smell of sweat and blood swimming in your nostrils. It was so overwhelming, so intoxicating. Made you burn down below, made you wither into yourself with shame. “I don’t wanna have ta’ ruin this perfect little face, that beautiful little mouth. My cock has always looked so good nestled in that throat, don’t ya think so, sugar? Makin’ me hurt ya’, thought ya’ knew better by now.”

A white glob of his spit pushed past his lips; dangled past his chin, slowly lowering into your plump mouth, one of his personal favorite assets on you. Now you’re squirming again, keening at him, a silent beg to cease his infernal teasing and sink his knife into your throat, but you should’ve known. He wouldn’t let you go that easily, not without proving his point first. His saliva’s drooling into your mouth — sliding it’s way down your throat and you’re swallowing it without any command, with meticulously trained obedience, courtesy of the man currently pinning you down to the dirty floor. He was smirking again, tongue poking out to wet his lips, and sanguine curls sticking to his damp, tan forehead.

“That’s fuckin’ right.” He crooned, “There’s my good, dumb little baby. Just how I want ya’. Don’t need one thought in this pretty head.” And then he backhands you, sharp and fierce. It busted your lip, throws your head to the side, makes you cry out in terror as pain radiates in your cheekbone. One hand made a quick work of hooking into your jaw again, keeping meaty fingers pushed invasively into your tongue while the other slid into your flimsy underwear. It hurt so bad, those fingers in your mouth and pushing against the newly opened wound on your bottom lip. And it felt good, too. So fucking good. He made a house inside decay and rot, and you lived there with him, singing songs on the radio and making breakfast in his shirt. Those wax figures were all laughing at you now, you could hear them. You were filthy, utterly grotesque.

Two calloused, rough fingers were on your clit. You’re strained and babbling into his hand, whimpering like some bitch in heat, as Bo so kindly put it. His deep, thundering groans does nothing to help your current state, only aiding your back in further arching, heart thudding wildly against his own. Slow, slicked circles around your swollen bud sent you reeling, exhausted legs still kicking underneath of his weight, white dots speckling your vision. His fingers were still locked on your jaw and stuffed inside of your mouth, and when you’d whined at him again because you felt like your teeth were giving way to his brute strength— he had taken his hand out of your battered mouth to send a ferocious slap to the same cheekbone as before. Bo knew that it would only hurt more that way … it did.

“B-Bo! Stop, p-please, just fucking kill me!” You cried, fingers digging into his white v-neck, as if attempting to anchor yourself into him, into that moment. Sticky, warm tears were freely flowing now, and he leaned in your face to lick them off your bruised cheekbone. He always did love how quickly bruises blossomed on you, like paint to canvas. His breath, always so hot and wet, invaded your rattled senses. Then, all at once, he sinks two fingers into your core, giving you no time to adjust before setting a brutal pace that had your legs shaking, your head thrown back against the staircase. “Stop Bo, stop, stop! F-fuck, I can’t take it! Please, please!”

“I know you’re lyin’ to me, angel.” He kissed your inner earlobe—sloppy wet kisses careening down your neck, before he stopped at your jaw to bite down. It hurt so bad, the skin breaking, your moans turning into sharp, bellowing shouts of agony. The dig of his fingers were keeping you grounded, expertly finding the sweet spot inside of your body like all the times before, calloused fingertips rubbing into the sponge of your g-spot and pulling an animal-like wail from the back of your throat, hips wrenching in an attempt to throw him off. “Christ, this cunt is fuckin’ droolin’. Makin’ a big ‘ole mess. You don’t know what to do with yourself whenever ya ain’t gettin’ stuffed fuckin’ full, do ya? Fuckin’ empty inside, needin’ somethin’ to scratch that itch.”

Tears continued blurring your vision- chest heaving as you struggled to intake enough air underneath of Bo’s braun. Your heels have stopped digging into the filthy, dusted blue carpet beneath your feet. Your fingernails have stopped assaulting his neck and chest, leaving a litter of angry, crimson red welts and scratches behind, which had only seemed to spur him on. His lips found yours, another all too familiar occurrence, gnashing of tongues and teeth and blood and spit and regret and stone-cold hatred and unspoken love all at once, your peak lurking dangerously close to the surface. He was right, always right. You needed him, needed this. You craved it, actually, and the realization only made your tear ducts well up more. When he broke away, he was feral looking as he loomed above you. And when Bo’s lips pursed to send another big, white glob of his spit directly into your face; spittle hitting your sore cheek, chapped lips and bruised chin, you screamed out for him, fingers digging into his back and arching off the floor with a steady groan, eyes rolling in your skull as wave after wave of euphoria overtook your body. His teeth were digging into your collar bone now, tearing skin and growling like a rabid dog, his arm was under your back and holding you against him as the rest of your orgasm has turned you into a mewling, squirming mess in his tight hold. Like a little kitten, you thought, trying to wriggle free from grasp and scamper off into the woods.

“Right there, angel. Jus’ like that. Feels so good when you’re cummin’ all ‘over my fingers, don’t it, my sweet girl? Almost made me forget about your punishment.” His southern drawl, filled with false comfort and low, rumbling honey, turned venomous again. “I’m gonna fuck ‘ya into the ground now, little bunny. When I get done with ya, maybe you’ll finally fuckin’ understand exactly where this sloppy cunt belongs, after I fuck it stupid. Not that you need any fuckin’ help with that.”

You were thrown onto your stomach, head smacking against the staircase and making you simper in pain; although, not as much as the hard knee pressing into your spine suddenly did. You cried out, legs aimlessly flailing once again. You could hear him making hasty, frantic work of his black leather belt behind you, and grumbled curses leaving his blood-stained lips. Your entire body was sore and stinging, eyes filled up with tears and dried tears staining your purple and yellow cheekbones. Your lip was split, your cunt was aching, sputtering and clenching around nothing, your spine threatened to give way underneath the weight of his clothed knee. “I-I’m so sorry, B-Bo! Please, please, I won’t ever run from you again!”

And when you heard the metal buckle release, before that same belt looped around your hands — securing them to the small of your back, you felt the weight of Bo’s love for you. He didn’t want to kill you, he didn’t want you to leave him. He couldn’t fathom what he’d ever do without your scrambled eggs and toast thats always just a little too burnt in the mornings, without your pattering footsteps behind him while he worked about Ambrose, always lingering and always wanting, eager for any chance to be near him. Or without your perpetual, infuriating kindness, how you’d cradle the nape of his neck and press kisses to his sweaty head, whispering in his ear how good he is, how he’s worth something. No, he couldn’t kill you, couldn’t ruin this, but he could make it hurt— he’d always make it hurt. Snarling, he took his boot off of your spine and made quick work of shedding your denim jeans and undies, pulling them down your legs with jarring force. You’d arched back into him without realizing it, seeking his warmth and his embrace. He laughed at you— again, reaching down to pull himself free from the confined black slacks around his waist.

“Ya ain’t sorry for nothin’ yet, angel.” He made a noise similar to annoyance in the back of his throat, “But ya will be, that I can promise ‘ya. If ‘ya wanna act like yer some disobedient little mutt with no fuckin’ common sense or house trainin’, forgettin’ what i’ve taught ‘ya, that’s how yer gonna get fucked.” With one big hand pressing in between your shoulder blades, whilst the other found purchase underneath of your waist, Bo’s cock was pressed up against your heat. Your stained face was pressed down into the carpet, which smells soured and stale from years of abandonment. You’re holding your breath, still trembling, waiting for Bo to sheath himself inside of you. “Here I was, fixin’ to be sweet on ‘ya tonight for being so good ‘fer me lately, only to find my angel tryin’ to run away. Mama must have been right, i’m a damn fool. You wanna break it, darlin’? Break this old heart of mine?”

You sobbed into the carpet—fingers digging into the fabric. You felt guilty, felt so damned guilty. It’s part of your sickness, part of who you are now. You never wanted to hurt him, even when you had opportunity, even when he made you bleed and scream and beg. Never wanted to know a world without him, without ocean blue eyes and calloused hands and the smell motor oil left behind on his clothes. If you ever were found, a therapist would tell you that you have what normal people call Stockholm Syndrome. All of your friends would plead with you to see reason and stop thinking about him. Your parents would want him to spend his life in prison. And all the while, you would dream of being back here with him. You’d be in that small cell with him, refusing to leave his side. You’re filthy, and fucked up, and dirty, belonging all to him.

Your tongue wanted to stick out childishly, at all the ghosts who’ve been taunting you since your arrival; wanted to tell them all to shove it. He was yours, he cared about you. You had him in a way that nobody would ever have him again. You ruined him just like you’re ruined now, bound together by your vileness, something not even Trudy could say from her grave.

“N-no! I never want to break your heart, please,” You didn’t know what you were pleading for, pushing the warm clench of your pussy into the head of his cock, “Bo! I need you, I need you so bad, p-please fuck me hard and make it hurt! I-I need it to hurt please, sir.”

The levee broke. Bo slid into your wet, willing hole with an ease that was almost embarrassing. Almost. This is where you were meant to be, right here- pinned under the man who you loved more than life itself, even if it’s never going to make sense again, even if it’s so wrong. Even when you felt him push your body into the carpet, even more so than it already was, his breath steady on your goosebump-ridden back as he gains his bearings, hissing through clenched teeth at the feeling. You held your breath, wanting to savor the sound, knowing that it’s your body that makes him lose his composure. His ringed fingers dug painfully into your shoulder blades, but you didn’t mind. Your face was smushed down into mildew-coated carpet, and you still didn’t mind. You’d pry open your chest and wrap your fingers around your still-beating heart, handing it over to him if that’s what he wanted from you. When he grants you with another bone-shattering thrust, hard and deep, stopping for a moment to grind his pubic bone into the flesh of your ass, you snapped back to reality with a loud wail, that bounced from the walls of the small home and makes Bo’s pillowy top lip curl up into a pleasured sneer.

“That’s my fuckin’ angel. My good fuckin’ girl, always ready to be pumped full ‘o me, aren’t ya?” That damn southern drawl, you could live inside of it if he’d allow you to. You nodded, the best that you could with your face shoved so brutally into the floor. But that wasn’t good enough, not for the man behind you. Bo’s thick, veined hand took mercy on your shoulder blades and grabbed a fistful of your matted hair, whilst the other locks itself around your waist in an iron clad grip that made drool start pooling in the corners of your dried, cracked open lips. “Speak up when I’m talking to ‘ya, girl. Won’t bother sayin’ it twice, either. Use ‘yer cute little lips and start singin’ pretty for me, sugar.”

“P-please, sir! I need it so bad, need to be full of you, need to be yours! Please, fuck me, please!” You were absolutely wrecked before he even started, babbling directly into the carpet while his hand held your face there by your hair, scalp stinging so pleasantly, your mouth drooling and hanging opened, waiting for yet another sticky, wet surprise from his mouth. And he began fucking you, in earnest, balls slapping against your ass with a volume that should be disgusting, so damned raunchy that it could’ve hit top views on the latest porn channel. You couldn’t get enough, didn’t want to ever get enough — wanted to feel that cock, always so thick and angry, plunging into your achin’, soaked little hole for the rest of your life.

“Right there, sir! Oh, fuck yes!” You’d moaned into the creaking staircase—your body moving on it’s very own accord, pushing yourself back against his brutal thrust, desperate for any release that he we going to give you; crimson blood still leaking from his nose and falling on your bare back with little droplets that makes your toes curl into themselves, cracking at the bone. There was a prominent warmth in your belly, a dam that was sheer minutes away from breaking, a heat that made the chill, morning breeze seem piping hot. You’re clinging to the surface, grasping at whatever purchase you can find on the floor, screaming for him like a banshee. He felt too good, he felt so good, and you wanted to kill him for it, make him bite down on your rage and on your searing, weightless devotion to him. Get a taste of his medicine, make him bleed for your loyalty. He was pawing at you now, keeping you in place against him, driving his cock into you at a speed that should be considered brutality, hisses and low, thundering groans echoing. But you’re alive, your body on fire, your heart swelling.

“And If ‘ya really think that I’d let ‘ya slip away from me, you’re dead fuckin’ wrong.” Bo hisses into your ear as a coil began to tighten in your stomach. “Ain’t nothin’ on god’s green earth as sweet as this cunt and she knows who she belongs to. You’d just come back to me, baby, beggin’ me to take ‘ya back again. Thats if, ya don’t go blabbin’ to the pigs—like the fuckin’ bitch that ‘ya are.”

“I-I love you, Bo,” you’re sniffling into the floor, “Love you, so fuckin’ much. I’m not leaving- I need you, you make me so happy, sir.” You weren’t lying to him, and that’s the most devastating part. Bo hummed and he seemed pleased by your dramatic confession and the genuine sound of your voice, flipping you with a force that rattled your bones. You were dazed, whining and confused, the back of your head slapping against the staircase and further aiding your current state, all the white dots that danced in your vision returned, and it made Bo squeeze your inner thighs like he was trying hard to maintain his own composure, the sight of you reduced to nothing but a pliant, squealing little toy to use like a fleshlight was enough to make him tail spin.

Bo sits back on his broad haunches, pushing your thighs up against your chest and effectively folding you in half, before drilling into your core at a numbing pace that has your watery, puffed up eyes rolling back into your skull and screams that ran your throat ragged in seconds, the air between you both becoming so thick that you could practically taste it when you opened your mouth to keen for him, your hands reaching up to tangle in his tee-shirt, which you wanted to pull from his skin. He used the ball of his thumb to rub tight circles onto your clit, granting you one step closer to sweet, unabashed release. When Bo brought his hand up from his assault on your clit, to slap it without mercy, you began to spasm in his grasp.

“Keep those fuckin’ eyes open,” He snapped down at you, “Look at ‘ya, filthy fuckin’ bitch. Spread wide for me, cummin’ all over the carpet. You feel that, angel? Feel ‘yerself creamin’ nice and hard ‘fer me?” You do, could feel it starting in your toes, splintering it’s way through your body, spurting at the seams. You were delirious with pleasure— could hardly manage more jumbled whimpers and pleas for his mercy, for what heaven he’d be willing to give to you in this little hell, something that would be yours to keep.

“Y-yes, sir! It feels so fucking good,” You wheezed, “I’m gonna cum, sir! I’m gonna cum!” Jaw slackened, eyes squeezed shut, toes curled up, fingers bunched up into his old work tee-shirt. Your orgasm was a violent thing, turbulent and licking up your spinal cord. You felt your sticky, hot release spill down your thighs and onto his thighs, the wet clapping of your skin meeting his own sounded akin to the sweetest music you’ve heard, the symphony of your bodies colliding with a passion that you’d never, ever known before. Bo groaned, his peak wasn’t far behind, lurking just underneath the surface, his head lulling backwards to stare up at the cracking, white water-stained ceiling. This has to be his heaven, his own place of worship nestled between your thighs.

“Baby,” Bo’s body folded over your own, lips closed on your neck, red hot kisses left in his wake. “Gonna cum, gonna fill ‘ya up. Mark ‘ya from the inside out. ‘Ya ever pull this shit on me again, I’ll slit that fuckin’ gorgeous throat ‘an bleed ‘ya out like a snuffed deer. Hear me?” When Bo kissed you again, smooth as butter, tasting blissfully of copper and cigarettes — you hooked two trembling legs around his waist and pulled him deep, your hands finding purchase in his damp curls. Curls that you wanted to root your fingers through forever, anchoring yourself to him. You loved him, wanted to burrow into his skin and stay there for good.

“I-I hear you, sir! I’m so sorry, p-please forgive me Bo, wanna be so good for you.” You hiccuped, “Wanna be your angel. Please, let me be good for you, daddy. I’m empty without you, make it feel better.” It wasn’t very often that you flipped the daddy switch, made him so hot under the collar. But when you did, you knew you had him right where you wanted him. His groans, the resounding grumble that vibrated deep in Bo’s chest, was confirmation that you had him on a wire. There’s nothing left to do but send him teetering on the edge. When your hips came up to meet his thrusts, you did exactly that, wide eyes staring up in awe as his damp, disheveled frame succumbed to bliss.

“Jus’ like that, sweet girl, fuck!” Bo clenched his teeth, brows furrowed in concentration and head lulled while spurt after spurt of his spend painted your walls in the essence of him, marking his territory, making sure you understand who you belonged to. This was his, no one else’s, not even yours. After he collapses on top of you, panting and thoroughly exhausted from the chase you put him through and from fucking you into the carpet; he placed little, gentle kisses on your chest, up to your collar bone and neck line before finding your sore lips.

“Never run from me again, angel.”

“I won’t.”

With the world waking up outside and basking you in a glow of golden hue, you smiled up at him through dark, crimson blood stained teeth and when he returned the same smile back to you— his bloody canine’s showing, you know that you weren’t lying to him.

author’s note:

how are we doing? are we okay? yeah, me either. thank you all so, so much for reading! i have a lot more of ‘ole Bo sitting in my draft’s, more to come from yours truly.

[my-soupy-brain]

Bedroom Hair

Description: You're in a new relationship with coach Ted Lasso and his wild hair in the Richmond breeze makes your heart pitter-patter. Time to seal the deal with this tall drink of water.

Relationship: Reader (f) x Ted Lasso

Warning: Oral sex, intercourse, fluffy talk and love

Smut level: 🔥🔥🔥 (basically all smut)

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It can’t be helped.

The way Ted’s hair looks when it’s breezy on the pitch, his long dark auburn locks whipping round on the edge of his visor as he leans over to talk to Beard.

It makes you insane. 

Yeah, you should be in your own office right now. You have plenty of work to do. But watching your clandestine boyfriend coach Ted Lasso is far more important. And more fun.

“Can I pick those eyes off the ground for ya, love?” Keeley chimes in to your left. “Looks like you may have a wee bit of drool there too.”

You laugh and blush. “Which player strikes your fancy?” She asks with a wink. So far, you haven’t given your true affections away. But before you can make up an answer to get her off your scent, Ted turns around and waves at you with a wink, and your face turns red. 

“Ah-ha! It’s NOT a player at all that ya fancy,” Keeley chides. She waves at Ted and you do, too. When he catches your wave, he stands still for a minute to look at you before turning back around toward the pitch.

Keeley looks at Ted’s back, then at you. Then at Ted’s back. Than at you. Ping-ponging until you crack.

“OK! OK. Yes, Ted and I…” you don’t finish and Keeley is clapping her hands and jumping up and down. 

“But shhh, no one knows. I don’t know if it’s even allowed… it’s just…” your stammer, your face turning red. Ted turns back around and sees you still standing there, and he sends a small wave at you again. 

“I’m fucking insane for him,” you admit, eyes staring at Ted's back, unblinking. “Insane.”

Keeley is open-mouthed at a your confession. “OK, babes. I need details. How did this happen? When did this happen?!”

You laugh, your eyes still watching Ted’s back and broad shoulders, his hands in his joggers and his silhouette against the sun. That perfect nose, that smile… 

“Earth to Y/N. Details,” Keeley reminds.

“Right, so yeah. It was after an away game, about three weeks ago? We met up with some of y’all at Crown & Anchor. And… I don’t know. He walked me home and he was so sweet, and I tripped on something and he grabbed me…and the next thing I know we were kissing…”

“Well, I’m happy for you two lovebirds. He’s too good to go unloved, and you’re so full of love you’re busting at the seams. Perfect match, I say,” Keeley declares. “How’s…the…ya know…” she asks with a wink. “I don’t know, we haven’t gotten that far yet,” you answer proudly, smiling at Ted’s back. Her mouth drops open. “Oh, girl. It’s been too long for you, whatcha waiting for? You’re proper fit, he’s proper fit — get together already!” 

You nudge her shoulder and laugh. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. The feeling of Ted’s body with yours, tangled in sheets. You wonder what he looks like under all those layers — the polo shirts, the sweaters. As your mind wanders, Keeley bids farewell and heads back into the building.

But you’re still in quicksand, watching Ted do his thing. 

In a few minutes, Ted’s instructed the team to the other end of the pitch, with Beard and Roy following them out of eyesight. He spins quickly and looks both ways, making his way to you in the doorway under the bleachers. Before you know it, his arms are around your waist, and his lips are kissing your neck, your ear, your cheek, and your lips. 

“Hey babydoll, how’s it goin’ over here?” he asks with a grin. You blush and smile at him, removing his visor and running your fingers through his wind-swept hair. “Just admiring’ the view, coach,” you whisper. “You’re so perfect, so handsome,” you murmur, your pupils blown wide while your hands rake through the tousled amber locks in the breeze. He laughs a bit and backs you up to the wall. “Yeah? You like this, huh?” he teases, his hands and thumbs working circles on your hips. “Why d’ya like this look so much?” He jokes, running his hand through his hair. You hum, and flirt with batting lashes and dark eyes. “I guess because I wonder if that’s what your hair would look like between my legs or hovering above me,” you whisper to his ear, your finger tugging on his whistle. Your eyes go wide: Did you just say that out loud? Ted goes silent, still, almost dizzy at the words that leave your beautiful lips. He wraps his arms around you closely, hands skating down your side to your ass, which he squeezes lightly while he leans into your ear: “You wanna find out?” You squeak with disblief, followed by a tiny gasp leaving your lips in a puff of air. He kisses you chastely and backs away.

“Back to work, sweet pea. See you soon,” he says, turning and jogging back out to meet the coaches and team on the pitch.

You float back to your office, stunned. Sure, in the few weeks you’ve been with Ted, it’s been lots of Rom Communism movie nights, cuddling, kissing, and caressing but you haven’t done *that* yet and to have him affirm what you’ve been thinking about has your head spinning.

By the end of the night, and after hours of sweating and struggling to concentrate because of what Ted said, you are finally packing up your laptop from your desk when you feel a large, warm set of hands on your hips. You stop what you’re doing to place your hands on top. 

“Hey, sugar,” Ted whispers, his lips kissing your neck and nuzzling your ear.

“Hey there,” you answer sweetly. You’re letting him make the next move.

“I was thinkin’… it’s Friday night. Your place or mine? Let’s stay in, hm?” Ted asks, his hands working their way south, down your thighs, before coming back up to your hips. 

“Yeah? Stay in? Why’s that, coach? What do you wanna do?” you ask innocently. He chuckles, his breath fanning over your neck.

“Because I wanna take you apart, that’s why,” he mutters, his lips sitting on your neck gently, holding your body tighter. You gasp at the admission

“My place,” you request. Ted backs up, nods, and grabs your hand. “Let’s go!”

—

Your stomach is in your throat the way back to your flat. 

At a traffic light, Ted leans over and kisses you, his tongue tracing your bottom lip while you pull back, your eyes starry with lust. Whatever unlocked in Ted is about to be unleashed on you, and you can hardly wait.

You make your way up the stairs and Ted’s hands have already starting their journey, rubbing your body and standing chest-to-back with you while you fish for your keys.

But once inside, he’s his amicable, coy self. He sets down his bag, removes his jacket and shoes and plops down on the couch.  You take a moment, confused. 

You don’t even remove your heels or suit, sitting next to him on the couch and staring at him. 

“How’s it goin’ darlin’?” he asks, his eyebrows up and curious. As if he didn’t dangle sex talk in front of you earlier, promising to “take you apart.”

“Ted…am I…misreading…” you are trying to ask the question but not sure how.

“Misreading…what?” he asks, slipping his hand behind you and lifting you into his lap, your skirt hitching higher over your thighs, heels dangling off the edge of your couch. Your stomach clenches in need, the heat of your bodies covering each other.

“I’m so…confused…” you stammer, Ted nods like he’s listening, his fingers opening the buttons of your blouse and sliding it off your shoulders. This is a game, you think. He’s playing with you.

“What can I help make clear for ya?” he asks nicely, his hands massaging your breasts, working their way back to the clasp. 

“I thought you wanted to…take me apart…” you murmur into his lips, making his twitch into a smile. His fingers dance to your back where they unclasp your bra, your breasts pebbling against the cool air of the room.  

“Hmmm…take you apart…” he murmurs, his lips kissing up and down your neck and shoulder. “I don’t recall…”

You groan, your core throbbing now. His hands are under your skirt, rubbing your ass and pushing you back and forth against his erection behind his khakis. 

“Ah, yes, about my hair,” he says in jest. “Yeah, I remember now darlin’…” 

Before you can respond with another ribbing he’s pushing your skirt higher, hands gripping the rounded flesh of your ass while ducking his head to your breasts to mouth and lick a nipple. His arms push you back and forth, making you moan with the friction. 

“Yeah…that’s right…I do wanna take you apart,” Ted mutters to your lips, dragging wetly across his with your tongue jutting out to meet his.

With no warning he picks you up to carry you to it your bedroom. He sets you on the edge of your bed, while he kneels on the floor, fingers working your skirt and panties down to your ankles. 

You manage to return the favor, leaning in to pull his shirt off over his head. And you marvel at his body. Broad shoulders and chest, a defined collarbone, an incredible pattern of hair down to his soft but still defined abs.

You can’t resist: You rake your fingers down his chest to feel his oven-hot skin. But he doesn’t let you do that long before he works his belt off and unzips his khakis to ease the tension of his cock hitting the metal confines. He quickly eases you to your back and grabs your thighs, dragging you to the end of the bed. He wiggles his eyebrows at you before kissing each knee, then higher in each thigh, before nudging you open with his perfect nose and then his tongue. 

“Is this OK, darlin’?” he asks gently, the less precocious but always gentle Ted asks you. You nod furiously. “Yes, yes… oh, please Ted…” you answer.

A slow ascent of his tongue from your hole to your clit has your legs shaking in his palms. He holds you steady, one large hand holding your waist while you struggle not to buck against his face, the other gripping your thigh.

The sensation is perfect. All the workup today, all the daydreaming about this happening, and your nerves could light sparklers with the fire going through your bloodstream. Just as you’re getting used to his tongue’s ministrations, he sucks hard on you, pushing two fingers inside your channel and curling them just right against your velvety walls.

You gasp for air, squeaking his name out as he presses harder, his mouth sucking stronger. And you tumble over the edge, your fists in the duvet, your head and hair tossed back on the pillow. Your legs flail for a moment at the inability to move and let your body dance the way it needs to with the sensation. 

Ted pulls away with a slurp, wiping the his mouth on your thigh, sending sparks of pleasure through your body as you watch his dark eyes climb higher to meet your eye line.

Slack-mouthed, panting, sweaty: That’s all you are. Your body is listless, floating in post-orgasmic bliss, when Ted crawls over you, draping his body to your side and holding you close.

“How're ya feelin’ babydoll,” Ted asks quietly, nuzzling your cheek with his nose — his perfect nose. His hands massage your breast, rolling your nipple between his thumb and finger. You sigh, a heavenly sound of a woman sated.

“I feel…amazing, baby,” you whisper in reply, leaning in to kiss him. You taste yourself — a little bitter, a little sweet — on his tongue.

He kisses his way to your ear and whispers: “I’m not done with you, darlin’.”

You groan and smile as Ted’s hand skates down your back, to your ass, to your thigh, which he encourages over his hip. Now naked like you, he nudges himself closer to your center, letting his tip bump into you and rub against your slick folds, teasing you both while you kiss and move your bodies in sync.

Enough playing, you decide. “Do you want me?” you ask, making eye contact. His face is flush, his lips wet from kissing.

Ted nods. “I want you, baby…” he croons.

You smile, kissing him again, his hands searching your body before going still as you encourage him between your thighs and notch him where he belongs, using your legs around his waist to draw him in. Your body takes in every delicious inch.

You move slowly together, savoring the moment, getting used to the stretch. Your fingertips wipe away the sweat beading along his temples, flecked with the tiniest bit of gray, before you hold his face in your hands to kiss him deeply.

His hands are so warm and big, the way they caress your body. The deep huff of his breath, his moans of your name, sound beautiful spilling from his lips. His hazel eyes flutter closed at the sensations he’s feeling, but when they’re open they’re so full of love your heart could explode.

The deep, slow push he’s giving you is beautiful in its own way, but you want him to give it all over to you. “Ted… I want you to show me…what you’ve thought about with me,” you request, leaning up to kiss his lips again. Ted’s stomach flutters at your words with memories of thoughts he’s had running in his head. “Are you sure,” he asks, bringing his forehead to yours, a tendril of hair falling down. You nod. “I’m sure, baby…” 

With that permission he sits back on his heels slightly, holding your hips in his hands and angling them up so he can drive into you. You can see his hips working faster, harder, as he pushes and pulls in you. His name on your lips makes him feel amazing, lucky he can be the one who does this to you.

He quickly moves his thumb to your clit, pressing and rubbing it to help you along. When your breath hitches and your head throws back, he can tell you’re almost there. “That’s it, my good girl…that’s it…let me hear you…” he coaxes you while profanities and whimpers and a small scream leave your throat. His balls tighten and his cock throbs at the noises you make as he presses his palm into your swollen sex while you ride out the last of your orgasm.

“Oh, oh my God,” you sigh out loudly, a chill crawling up your spine and suddenly feeling cold in the room. Ted notices your teeth chatter and leans back down over your body, a sheet over his back, to warm you. His thrusting slows to a quieter and more intimate pace, while your lips connect and hands touch and soothe everywhere. You tongues dance lightly while you both smile and whisper to each other.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You make me feel so good.”

“I never want this to end.”

“You’re just how I dreamed.”

“Never let me go.”

“I’ll never let you go.”

“So this is what making love is like,” you whimper, feeling the crest of another orgasm building. Ted smiles, leaning into your neck. “It can only be making love with you,” he replies, you sigh. You kiss him harder, holding him closer to your body, your legs tighter around his middle. 

As he kisses you again, he laces his fingers with yours and your head goes dizzy with the romance of it.

Before you realize it, he’s rolled you to your sides, staying buried deep while his hand massages your breast, lips kissing and nibbling along your neck and shoulder. With a slight change of his hips, you’re crying out. “Yes, come for me sweetheart,” Ted encourages with a grunt to your neck. Your leg over his hip tightens as you feel your peak approaching. “Let me hear you…”

That pushes you over the edge, your fingers clawing at his back. He watches your face go slack with pleasure, the blush spreading from your cheeks to your neck and chest. When you bite your bottom lip as the waves recede, he grows harder, his hips stuttering on his own precipice. 

“God, Ted… I’ve never felt like this…” you pant and plead into his lips, eyes searching his. “I want to feel you, too. Please… please let me feel you. Inside, I want you inside…”

He nods hurriedly, leaning in to kiss you again, the squeeze of his hips in your leg and the pain-pleasure of your fingernails in his back send him tumbling over. His hand holds your ass to keep your bodies close as he empties himself in you and slows down. 

“Oh, sweetheart… shoot… what you do to me,” he murmurs into your lips. 

You hold him close, peppering his stubbled cheeks with kisses, fingers raking through his thick hair. He slips out of you but keeps you held close to his body, your combined juices leaking into the bed (not that you care). 

His eyes connect with yours, happy and relaxed. You kiss him lightly on the lips and nibble on his bottom lip while his hands move into your hair, rolling you to his side to snuggle into his chest. Your fingers dance through the hair there.

He stops your hand and holds it, kissing your knuckles. 

“I hope I lived up to the hype, darlin’,” he says with a sad smile, waiting for your answer. “You did. You didn’t hype it enough,” you answer, leaning over to kiss a bare nipple. 

“And to think, this is all because of my hair,” he adds, joking. You try to brush it back into place, failing as it falls over his forehead in an auburn waterfall.

"Well, it's more than that, too sweetpea. I love you from your head to your toes, you know..." you wink, and he smiles hearing you say the L word.

Your heart flutters again before setting down under the covers, bodies twisted together, falling fast asleep. 

[aristocratic-otter]

Hello all! I've been tagged on so many lovely things the last couple of weeks and, while I've been writing, it's just been one step to far to post with everything else I've got to do. But I've got time today, hooray! So first to thank all the lovely folk who keep tagging me even when I disappear:

@ivelovedhimthroughworse, @katmiscellanious, @prettygoododds, @messofthejess, @j-nipper-95, @rimeswithpurple, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @wellbelesbian, @alleycat0306, @hushed-chorus, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @whatevertheweather, @ileadacharmedlife, @confused-bi-queer, @cutestkilla, @nightimedreamersghost, and @shrekgogurt.

On to the sentences!

From Westward Son:

“Mistress Penny!” he shouts. “My little brother is coming, and my mother wants your help!”

We all straighten. We’d thought Chapa was heavily pregnant months ago, but she’s only gotten more immense since. She’s had to ride in the wagon for the last two months, once her bulk meant she couldn’t keep up with the slow pace of the wagon train. Penny is certain that she’s carrying twins, given the size of her.

From my Age of Sail AU:

When I emerge onto the beach, blinking rapidly against the sunlight, the tide has gone out, and the rock spur our ship is hung up on is surrounded by prolly only a foot or so of water. 

“Ah, there you are, Simon lad,” Davy appears at my elbow, and I turn obediently to listen. “The tide’s low enough,” he tells me. “We’ll take the raft out an’ you and the Pitch boy can climb around the ship like the monkeys you are and retrieve anythin’ that’s of use.”

“Aye, sir,” I tell him. I’m bone tired, but we’ll need those barrels and boxes of goods on the ship if we’re to survive here.

From this year's COTTA: Snow Fox

Penny’s horse was done in from her wild ride to Snow Island, so she’s mounted up behind me, clinging to my waist, and Shepard is riding behind my second in command. Which would be fine were she not using her position to hiss angry rebukes in my ear. 

Finally, I’ve had enough. “Fine, I get it, Pen. I’m an arsehole! What can I do about it now?”

“Now?” she shouts back. “Now you can save my brother. Later? You’re going to train me, and Shepard, so that we can defend our family and make sure this never happens again!”

From To Heal A Broken Mind (final chapter!):

His head is tilted down, his hair loose and falling into his face. He tends to do that when he feels vulnerable, I’ve noticed. Like his hair is a mask that will protect him from a harsh world. It’s odd..I never used to think of Baz as someone who’d ever need or want protection. But I know better now, and I’m glad for it. Glad that he lets me see this side of himself. 

And From Saving Simon Snow

“Now grab Baz’s hand, Simon, and think about what I told you to,” she directs. Simon does. I do my best to clear my mind, though when Simon closes his eyes and concentrates, I can’t help but think about how erotic he looks, with his closed eyes turned towards the roof of the car, his lower lip sucked into his mouth, his forehead tense with concentration. Crowley, he looks like he’s in the midst of an orgasm! 

And that’s when I feel a surge of excitement, mixed with joy and incredulity. The feelings aren’t completely at odds with my own, but I still report them dutifully to Bunce.

Yes, only five WIPs! Except actually there's a secret project going on that I can't share yet...and CORB choosing starts soon...so, yeah.

Tag Backsies to everyone above for Wednesday, along with these folks:

@artsyunderstudy, @angelsfalling16, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @erzbethluna, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @ic3-que3n, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @moodandmist, @frjsti, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @upuntil6am, @yellobb-old.

[artsyunderstudy]

Wild, wild Wednesday folks.

Thanks to everyone who continues to tag me, even tho I’ve been a bit out of pocket.  

I don’t have anything new, I already posted all the words I wrote last week and I lost my apple pencil and still haven’t replaced it because its like, expensive, and also I’m holding out hope my pencil will just show up.  Magically.  In the meantime I figure I’ll just do whatever the heck I want.  Here are some of my favorite lines from recently published fics, and then a couple recent recs.

What We Crave  

 “Is this what you want?” [...]  “You have to tell me, Baz.”

“Yes, you nightmare.  Just touch me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” he lies.  Into my fucking mouth.  All I do is hurt him.

Sixty Seconds

Like clockwork, his body relaxes into mine, his head turned so I can feel the press of his nose against my neck.  He's so cold.  I want to warm him.  I comb my fingers through his hair as his arms wind around my waist, clutching, pulling me closer.  He exhales shakily.

“You’re my best friend,” I say quietly.  It feels inadequate.  It doesn’t feel anywhere close to enough, not for what he means to me.

We Still Bloom

“Sometimes I feel like I’ve already crossed over.

“I don’t feel like that around him, though.”  I pause.  Take a breath.  The fire breathes with me.  “He makes me furious.  And he breaks my heart.  And he shines so big and bright I can’t help but let it warm me.

“I love it,” I say quietly.  “And I hate it.  And I’m sorry for it.”

I close my eyes.  The heat licks at the tips of my fingers.  One bare inch between me and destruction.

“I don’t think I’d give it up for anything.”

And now for a few recs.

Jelly Babies and other signs that your roommate probably isn't a demon by @chen-chen-chen-again-chen (WIP, Teen)- This fic has bewitched me body and soul.  It’s a rare pair fic with Swithin and OC Gregory Petty.  It’s so good, so pure, it literally made me cry with happiness.  Move over Snowbaz, Swegory now holds my heart.

Depth of Reason by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe (WIP, Mature) - This is such a good, smart canon divergent fic.  Simon is now social worker in the Department of Magical Creature Management tasked with monitoring the recently-outed-as-a-vampire Baz.   The relationship between Baz and Simon is so good so far, and the politics are really complex and well written.  We get to see Simon’s innate goodness shine through as his views on magical/dark creatures shift.

Don't Forget to Write by roobadly (Complete, Teen) (omg I don’t know Roo’s tumblr, someone help) - This is such a good, sweet, fun, canon divergent fic taking place in 7th year.  Baz is planning to torment Simon with a bit of spell paper, but his soft heart gets the best of him and they start up a magical correspondence.  It’s a magical texting fic, full of amazing banter and a punch you in the heart sort of climax.

Stress Management by @whogaveyoupermission (WIP, Mature)- This UST filled AU is just such a treat, and also really emotionally impactful, especially the most recent chapter DAMN.  Simon is a stressed social worker and Baz is his former roommate/enemy/crush and current crush/barre instructor.  This fic features a load of pining, amazing outfits, and tons of FEELINGS. 

Tags below the cut!

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Amorous Facades - Chapter Fourteen

A wild night out leaves the lives of Jamie Tartt and Ophelia Adams more intertwined than they ever would have imagined.

Will their decision to try and use the situation to their advantage work out in their favour or will they realize that they should have cut their losses when they had the chance?

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previous chapter

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Note: I managed to map out a huge chunk of the next few chapters this week and I'm so excited about all the fun (and dramatic) things heading Jamie and Lia's way!

Just a little note though, sometimes it's kinda hard to tell how much time has passed between episodes and events in the show so while I will be sticking fairly close to the show if some things don't match up with the timeline properly then please just go along with it and suspend your disbelief!

Can't wait to hear your thoughts about this chapter! :)

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Travelling with Jamie was far different than any way Lia had travelled in the past.

The first class plane seats on a decent airline, the sleek black car that took them to the private boat that took them to the island of Capri where their five star accommodation was waiting. It was all far more luxury than Lia had ever experienced and it didn’t escape her notice that the constant and sincere way she thanked every person who helped them along their journey had Jamie chuckling with amusement. She just wasn’t used to being so doted on and almost felt guilty every time someone carried her suitcase or opened a car door for her. She felt like royalty and it felt entirely undeserved.

However, as she looked out at the view of the ocean from their hotel room, she found herself starting to think that it was a lifestyle that she could get used to.

“This view is actually breathtaking,” she gushed as she heard Jamie walking out of the bathroom. “This whole place is amazing.”

“Yeah, it’s a nice hotel,” Jamie agreed as he came to join her on their little balcony. “But there’s gotta be some perks to being a professional footballer and getting to stay in places like this is definitely one of them.”

Lia smiled as she glanced at his face for any hint he was joking, but when it appeared he was serious, she snorted out a laugh.

“Jamie, I think the perk of being a professional footballer is that you get paid to play a game that you love, a game that most people just play for fun.”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie smirked. “But being pretty fucking rich is definitely another bonus.”

His honesty had Lia shaking her head in amusement as she rolled her eyes at his brag.

“Well, I have to admit that it’s nice to see how the other half live,” she confessed. “I’ve never been so spoiled in my life.”

“Get used to it, babe,” Jamie murmured, slipping his arms around his waist as he pressed his chest against her back. “You deserve a little princess treatment.”

All hint of a joke had left his voice and the sincerity to his words had Lia pausing for a moment.

“You really think so?”

Her question hung in the air between them as she felt Jamie shift away from her as if he’d recoiled, but Lia didn’t dare look at him and after a moment of somewhat stunned silence, he answered.

“Course I do,” he assured her. “Don’t think I’d pull out the stops like this for just anyone, do you?”

“I thought maybe this was just the way you always travel,” Lia shrugged, turning to face him as she leaned her back on the railing. “Or to keep up appearances. Jamie Tartt wouldn’t make his wife travel in anything less than first class.”

“Nah, I’ve been triyn’ to impress you.”

His admission was said with a smug smirk, but it pulled a laugh of disbelief from Lia’s lips.

“Oh, please,” she giggled. “You’re so out of my league, I should be the one trying to impress you. Children all over England idolize you and women everywhere fantasize about you. You’re rich, talented, and incredibly fit. I’m constantly struggling to keep up with you.”

Jamie’s chest puffed up a little prouder as he took in her shower of compliments, but he was quick to shake his head in disagreement.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he insisted. “I’m the one who’s out of their league. You’re fuckin’ amazing, clearly more than you think. You’re so smart and way more fuckin’ fit than I am. Not to mention how almost sickeningly sweet you are, always putting other people first.”

His words had a soft smile sliding onto Lia’s face, but as her fingers fiddled with the buttons of the open shirt he was wearing, she found it suddenly hard to look him in the eye.

“I thought you didn’t like that I’m a bit of a people pleaser?”

She felt Jamie tense as soon as the question left her mouth, but after a moment of hesitation his fingers slid under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his.

“I never should have said that,” he told her firmly. “I was just jealous. Being nice is so easy for you, you always do what’s best for everyone around you without a second thought.”

“Not always,” she protested. “I didn’t do that the other day, did I? Katie came to me asking for help and I kicked her to the curb because she wouldn’t change her whole life just to suit me.”

Her voice was hardly more than a murmur as she reminded him of the events that had unfolded the week before and even she could hear the guilt dripping from her words.

“Uh, don’t think that’s exactly how it happened, love,” Jamie gently argued. “She came to you with some pathetic, weak apology and then didn’t even wait for you to forgive her before she wanted your advice without actually doing anything to make up for what she did to you. Standing up for yourself doesn’t make you any less of a good person.”

He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world and Lia had to admit that his outlook on the situation did make her feel a bit better.

“Well, that’s a very insightful way to look at it.”

Her teasing tone had Jamie’s shoulders shaking with a chuckle before they lifted into a shrug.

“Had to learn something from all that time I spent with Dr. Sharon.”

His brief stint in therapy was something he’d mentioned a few times over the months they’d spent together and was always something that had intrigued Lia, but she wasn’t sure if they’d reached a point in their relationship where it wasn’t too personal to ask about so she didn’t push it.

“Well, I know you’re right,” she admitted. “But it’s hard. I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I feel awful. I feel like I let her down, like I’m being selfish. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m just being dramatic and that in a few years I’ll look back and regret throwing our friendship away over something that maybe isn’t the big deal that I’ve made it out to be. I’m just…sad.”

“I know you are,” Jamie confessed. “I’ve seen it all week, you’ve been all mopey every time you think I’m not looking.”

Lia felt her cheeks heat up at Jamie’s keen observation. She’d tried to put on a brave face and had thought she’d done well, but she did tend to retreat into her own head when she thought he was busy.

“I didn’t think you’d noticed,” she mused, looking up at him sheepishly. “I always forget you’re not as self-absorbed as everyone says.”

“Nah, at least not when it comes to people I care about. I’ve been worried about you.” Even though Lia didn’t want to cause him any stress or concern, it warmed her heart that he considered her someone he cared about, but before she could comment, he continued. “But anyway, this holiday is supposed to be taking your mind off all that.”

“Sorry,” Lia murmured, letting her hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders. “I’m not trying to bring the mood down.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Jamie assured her, dipping his head down to press a few gentle kisses against her neck before letting his lips hover below her ear. “But if all that shit is still on your mind then clearly I’m not doing a good enough job at distracting you.”

“Hmm, I guess not,” Lia smiled, leaning into his body. “Do you have any other things to try?”

Jamie’s grip tightened on her hips and he leaned back enough to look her in the eyes as his trademark smirk slid onto his face.

“How about I drag you to that bed and keep you there until you’re so thoroughly satisfied that you can barely even think straight?” The way Jamie’s voice had lowered and his accent had thickened gave away his growing need and it immediately had a heat pooling between Lia’s legs as he continued. “And then, I’m gonna take you out for dinner and parade you around until every man on this island is jealous of how fuckin’ lucky I am to have you.”

A blush rose in Lia’s cheeks, but as Jamie cupped her bum and lifted her up to settle with her legs wrapped around his waist, she eagerly agreed by stretching down to capture his lips in a kiss that she hoped conveyed just how lucky she felt to have him .

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“You know,” Jamie started as he rubbed sun cream across the skin of Lia’s back with his hands dangerously teasing the strings of the bikini she was wearing. “Some Europeans like to sunbathe topless.”

She could hear the smirk in his voice without even glancing at his face and a snort of laughter slipped from her lips.

“Well, unfortunately for you, I don’t.”

“Bet you’ve never even tried it,” Jamie protested. “Can’t think of a better place than somewhere so private.”

“The boat is private,” Lia clarified, referring to the yacht that Jamie had hired for them for the afternoon. “But the ocean is not. Any of the people on any of those other boats could see me, not to mention the hordes of tourists up on the cliffs.”

“No one’s even paying attention,” he insisted, his tone bordering on whining as he snapped the lid shut on the sun cream with a pout. “It’s not like they’ve all got binoculars.”

“They might, and Keeley warned me about paparazzi around here since it’s such a popular spot for celebrities, like yourself.”

“I’m not a celebrity.”

Jamie’s face gave away his displeasure for that title, but Lia simply shrugged.

“I don’t think it would have made the news that we got married if one of us wasn’t famous and it certainly isn’t me”

“Okay, yeah,” Jamie relented. “But no one’s that bothered about me, I doubt anyone’s looking at us at all.”

“It’s a risk I just can’t take,” Lia insisted teasingly despite her unwavering stance on the matter. “Besides, I’m sure the captain of this boat doesn’t want to see that.”

“Oh, I bet he does.”

The cheeky grin on Jamie’s face had a blush rising in Lia’s cheeks, but she simply rolled her eyes before leaning back on the lounger she was resting on as she tried to wrap her mind around the extravagance of their afternoon activity.

Jamie had hired an entire yacht just for the two of them. To be fair, from the many other boats scattered out on the ocean, it did seem like it was the thing to do in Capri, but it was so much more lavish than anything Lia was used to. She’d protested at first and tried insisting that finding a beach would be just as good, but Jamie was undeterred and determined that they deserved a little luxury and while it was a bit uncomfortable to begin with  - because of the running tally of cost in Lia’s mind and the feeling of being so out of her element - it didn’t take her long to relax. Floating on a beautiful blue sea with an amazing view made it hard to deny that the cost was worth it and the privacy it gave them was an added bonus.

Lia had thoroughly enjoyed the little bubble they’d been in since they’d arrived the day before. It wasn’t like they didn’t spend almost all their free time together already, but there was something different about being on holiday and having literally nothing else to do but enjoy each other’s company. There was no list of things to do running through her mind, Jamie wasn’t fretting about his training schedule or if he was doing enough to stay in shape during the off season. They had nothing on their minds but each other and Lia found herself almost giddy from having Jamie’s undivided attention.

The thought had warning bells going off inside her head, but she found them dangerously easy to ignore. He seemed to be going out of his way to impress her, but in some ways it was all for nothing because she was beginning to realize just how completely he’d already worked his way into her heart. The way he constantly made her laugh and seemed to thrive on putting a smile on her face, the way he was always so genuinely interested in hearing about her day even when she was complaining about something she knew there was no way he could really relate to, the way he showered her with support and sincere compliments, and his incredibly endearing cheeky nature. It all had her quickly falling head over heels and had her worries about Jamie using her and breaking her heart slipping from her mind.

Despite the unconventional way their relationship started, Lia was fairly certain that it was the healthiest relationship that she’d ever been in.

“Do you want me to help you put your sun cream on too?”

Lia asked the question as Jamie took off his shirt, but he quickly shook his head.

“Nah, I’m gonna work on my tan a little bit first.”

“That’s a bad idea, Jamie,” Lia frowned. “The sun feels really strong today and there’s no shade here.”

“Alright, Mum, calm down,” Jamie teased. “I’ll put some on in a bit, just wanna get a little vitamin D first.”

“Well, don’t come whinging to me when you get sunburnt.”

Very maturely, Jamie simply stuck out his tongue in response and Lia giggled as she shook her head at his stubborn nature.

“I’ll put some on before we go for a swim,” he assured her, pausing before he added, “Do you like to swim?”

The silliness of his question had a smile sliding onto her face, but she didn’t point out that she probably would have mentioned her dislike of water before agreeing to spend all afternoon on a boat if she had one. Instead, she simply eagerly nodded her head.

“I love it,” she shared. “I’ve always loved the ocean. One of my dad’s favourite stories to tell is about the time he took me to the beach for the first time when I was about two. Apparently I just ran straight towards the water and he didn’t interfere because he assumed I’d stop when I got close enough, but I just ran right into the waves with absolutely no idea how to swim.”

The story had a snort of laughter falling from Jamie’s lips.

“Must’ve scared the shit out of him.”

“Oh, definitely,” Lia agreed. “But he put me in swimming lessons right after that and then every summer he made sure that we spent at least one weekend at the seaside.”

“Just one weekend?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged. “But it was enough, and it was always special. I’m sure he would’ve liked to go more often, but he always had the bookstore and had to work. I think I mentioned that I spent most summers in Manchester with my aunt.”

“Oh, yeah, you did,” Jamie nodded. “It’s funny, really. Wonder if we ever crossed paths without even knowing it.”

“I doubt it,” Lia smiled. “I think we ran in very different circles. Unless you were secretly a massive nerd who spent most of your summers at the library.”

“Uh, I was not,” Jamie confirmed with a look on his face that screamed ‘duh’. “I spent most of my summers playing football or, you know, waiting for my dad to come around.”

His admission caught Lia slightly off guard. His dad was a very sensitive subject and not one that he willingly brought up very often which made it a topic that she wasn’t particularly well versed in how to handle.

“Did he come very often?”

“No,” Jamie scoffed. “Used to get my hopes up, but he hardly ever showed up and when I got older I realized that it was disappointing even when he did.”

There was a bitterness in his voice that made Lia’s heart ache.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “You deserve better than that. Have you heard from him lately?”

“Not since Wembley,” he admitted. “But I’m not bothered, at least he’s not chasing me up for money or tickets now.”

“It’s okay if you are bothered,” Lia gently assured him, hoping she wasn’t overstepping. “Even if you’re better off with less contact, you’re allowed to be annoyed that he’s so useless.”

“It’s not worth it,” Jamie shrugged, despite the weak smile that slid onto his face at Lia’s description of his dad. “I’ve got my mum and Simon, and now I’ve got you. Don’t need to waste my energy on someone who doesn’t deserve it.”

He sounded very sure of what he was saying, but there was something about his demeanour that told Lia he wasn’t as nonchalant about the whole situation as he was trying to seem and Lia leaned over to press a kiss against his cheek.

“That’s a good attitude to have, but I’m always here if you ever do feel like talking about it.”

“I know, babe,” Jamie smiled, letting his hand catch the back of her neck and stopping her from pulling away so he could capture her lips in a kiss. “But if you don’t mind, I’d rather think about other things right now. Like how fuckin’ hot you look in that bathing suit.”

A blush rose through Lia’s cheeks, but as she slipped out of his grasp, a smirk slid onto her face.

“Yeah? Do you think it’ll still look alright when it’s wet and clinging to me?” Lia asked, feigning innocence despite knowing the answer to that question. “I’m going for a swim so hopefully it will and I guess you can find out when I come back since you still haven’t put any sun cream on.”

With that, Lia strode off to the edge of the boat, but she could see Jamie scrambling to grab the bottle of sun cream out of the corner of her eye as she gracefully dove into the sea.

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For the rest of the afternoon, any drama from their lives was as far away from their minds as it could possibly be. Mostly because it seemed like the only thing either of them could think about was how badly they wanted each other.

From the moment Jamie joined her in the sea, he couldn’t keep his hands off of her and the way he used the slight coverage of the water to hide his wandering touches from any possible onlookers had Lia caring less and less about the captain of the boat watching them. If she had been a bolder person, she would have thrown herself at Jamie the second they climbed out of the water, but she used all the self-restraint she could to keep herself under control until they got back to their hotel room. However, once they were finally alone, Jamie became suddenly aloof.

“What time did I say our dinner reservation was?”

He asked the question as he scrolled through his phone absentmindedly while Lia sat on the edge of the bed. She was stunned into silence for a moment before she answered.

“At seven, so we have about two hours to kill.”

“Perfect, that gives us enough time to shower and get ready.”

His priorities left her feeling completely baffled. He’d seemed as desperate as she was when they were out on the yacht, but now suddenly he was more interested in dinner than he was in her? She was practically vibrating with arousal and was sure that her damp bathing suit wasn’t the only reason for the wet patch she was probably leaving on the bed so the thought of Jamie not following through on all the teasing he’d been doing all day had her feeling a little panicked.

“Or,” she started, keeping her voice steady as she tried to appear as nonchalant as he was. “We could do something else.”

“Like what?” Jamie was clearly trying to sound sincere in his ignorance, but the smirk he was battling to control gave away that he knew exactly what he was doing. “We’re going to a fancy place, think we’d better wash all the sweat and sun cream off before we go.”

“I agree, but we could do that after.”

“After what?”

“After something more fun.”

“I mean, we could, yeah,” Jamie shrugged. “But what do we really have time for?”

Knowing that the clock was ticking and their time was slipping away as Jamie played dumb had Lia quickly growing impatient with his little game.

“Jamie,” she whined, crossing her arms in a huff. “You know what I’m talking about!”

Unable to keep the charade up any longer, Jamie barked out a laugh that had Lia’s pout deepening.

“I know, babe,” he admitted. “Just wanted to see if you’d actually say it. You’re adorable when you get all shy and embarrassed.”

“Am not…” Lia’s weak rebuttal was murmured almost under her breath, but his teasing inspired a flash of confidence as she lifted her eyes to meet his. “Now, are you going to come over here or should I just touch myself while you shower?”

“Okay, that is definitely something I wanna see,” Jamie informed her as he finally started making his way towards the bed. “But we can save it for some other time.”

“Hmm, that’s good,” Lia smiled as she scooted back up towards the head of the bed as Jamie crawled over her. “Because I’d rather be touched by you and I was worried that I’d have to start begging.”

Her words had a growl rumbling from Jamie’s chest as he dipped his head until his lips hovered over hers.

“That’s also something I wanna see,” he informed her. “But m’not sure I’ve got the patience for it today.”

Almost as if to prove his point, Jamie didn’t wait for her to comment before he captured her lips in a kiss and after the long day of teasing, the relief that Lia felt almost matched her arousal. She let her hand slide up to the back of his neck - partially so she knew he couldn’t pull away and partially because she’d already grown quite fond of the sounds he made when she teased the hairs there - and briefly wondered if she’d ever get tired of kissing Jamie. His strong jaw in contrast with his gentle lips, the expert way his tongue caressed her own, and the hint of growing desperation in every movement. Usually, it was an activity she was happy to embrace for hours until her lips were swollen and sore, but there was an urgency between them that evening that had her quickly deciding that they were both wearing too many clothes.

Her hands moved down low enough to tug at the collar of his shirt and Jamie immediately took the hint as he reluctantly pulled back and raised himself up to sit back on his heels until he could pull his shirt over his head. The sight - despite being one that Lia had spent most of the day ogling - had her biting back a moan. It was no secret that Jamie was in shape. The hours of training and hard work put in at the gym gave him a body that he had no shame in being proud of and it never failed to impress Lia. The sculpting of his abs and chest and the strong biceps bulging on his arms left her amazed that someone as toned and beautiful as Jamie actually belonged to her .

“Like what you see?”

Jamie murmured the question with a smirk as he caught her staring, but she barely had time to be embarrassed before his hands were trailing up her thighs and under the light sundress she was wearing to cover her bathing suit.

“I do,” she admitted, lifting her hips so Jamie could push her dress higher. “You look like some kind of statue, sometimes I find it hard to believe you’re real.”

Just before Jamie pulled her dress over her head, Lia saw the grin that her compliment had put on his face and she smiled at the sight, having quickly realized that praise was something Jamie desperately loved.

“Well, I am,” Jamie smirked at her before dipping his head to trail kisses along her neck until he reached her ear. “And I’m all yours.”

His words and the feel of his breath against her skin as he spoke had a shiver running down Lia’s spine as a whimper slipped from her lips. Encouraged by the sound, Jamie sucked and nipped at her skin until she was writhing beneath him and pressing her hips up against him as if she was desperate for any kind of friction between her legs. She briefly wondered if she should try to rein it in - if it was a little pathetic to be acting so needy - but when she felt Jamie tugging at the strings of her bikini top with his teeth she lost all of her already minimal self-restraint.

“Jamie,” she gasped, arching up against him as the strings of her top came loose. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”

“I know, babe,” he assured her, his amusement clear in his voice as he nuzzled into her neck. “But I’ve gotta make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” Lia insisted with no hesitation. “I’ve been ready all afternoon.”

Jamie chuckled at her eagerness, but the deep rumble of his chest only added to her arousal.

“Alright, but maybe I still wanna take my time,” he pointed out. “Since you insisted on keeping your top on all day I’ve got to appreciate the view now I have the chance.”

To emphasize his point, Jamie leaned back as he pushed the damp material away to give him a better look and Lia’s protests died in the back of her throat when his fingers caught one of her nipples, pinching and teasing it as he watched her closely. She gave into the sensation - letting her eyes flutter shut as whimpers of pleasure slipped from her lips - but after a moment of indulgence, she regained her focus.

“What if I get on top?” The suggestion immediately caught Jamie’s attention because while their sex life had been fairly active since it began, that was one common position they’d yet to try. “That way you could still enjoy the view and we’d both get what we want.”

Jamie watched her as if he was either trying to process her idea or waiting for her to rescind the offer, but after a moment of thought he quickly rolled onto his back and lifted his hips to slide off his bathing suit shorts.

“I like the way you think.”

Lia smiled and wiggled out of the rest of her bathing suit as well, but felt a flicker of nerves when she glanced over at Jamie. He was stroking himself as he reached into the drawer of the nightstand - where he’d placed the condoms for easy access - and the sight of him leaking in anticipation onto his belly had her biting her lip to hold back a moan, but the self-conscious part of her brain was threatening to take over. She didn’t have much experience being the one on top and she was suddenly terrified that she would be disappointing. The thought of Jamie having such an unobscured view - a promise she’d used to entice him only moments before - was intimidating considering she knew that her body wasn’t up the model standard he may be used to. He’d never seemed anything less than impressed by the way she looked, but as she straddled him she found herself feeling rather vulnerable and exposed.

And as he held himself up so she could line up and sink down on him, she began to panic about what exactly to do next. She had done it before, but was definitely out of practice and had never been particularly accomplished in the skill. Despite the pleasure she felt from the familiar stretch and the impressive depth that the new angle allowed Jamie to reach, Lia was distracted by the thoughts racing through her mind as the anxiety had her frozen in place. So much so that Jamie quickly noticed.

“Are you alright?”

The question snapped her out of her thoughts as she furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Yeah, of course, why?”

“Uh, because you were moaning and screaming a moment ago just from me kissing your neck, but you just slid onto my cock without making a sound. Couldn’t look more bored if I’m honest.”

Lia cringed, knowing she’d been caught and fumbled to cover her tracks.

“Feels great,” she assured him, shifting her hips and sucking in a sharp breath as she rubbed against him. “I was just focused on making sure I could take all of you.”

Jamie wasn’t fooled.

“You always do, babe,” he insisted. “What’s going on?”

“I just don’t want to disappoint you.” Lia shrugged, keeping her eyes fixated on Jamie’s chest to avoid his gaze. “I don’t have much experience at this, I’m worried you won’t enjoy it.”

Her cheeks burned so deeply as she spoke that Jamie’s hand felt cool against her skin as he lifted her head and forced her to look at him.

“I’m already enjoying it,” he assured her. “Whatever feels good for you will feel fuckin’ amazing for me, trust me.”

Again, Lia found herself feeling a little astounded by his gentleness. It was such a contrast to the cocky side he showed the rest of the world and the reminder had her anxiety beginning to ease.

“You think so?”

“I know so, babe,” he insisted, letting his hands settle on her hips. “You feel so fuckin’ good already and you’re gorgeous. Probably wouldn’t last long even if you just sat there.”

His reassurance had a smile sliding onto Lia’s lips as she felt her confidence rising enough to have her comfortable experimentally moving her hips again. The shiver of pleasure even the smallest movement sent shooting up her spine was all the encouragement she needed to give into the sensation and push her worries aside. Jamie’s firm grip remained on her hips and she took comfort in the knowledge that he would guide her if she faltered, but appreciated the way he let her lead as she settled into a steady pace.

“Just like that,” Jamie murmured. “Fuckin’ hell, what a sight.”

Jamie’s eyes raked over Lia’s body and she was surprised by how empowering she found it as her earlier panic began to fade. His response was so clear and so genuine that it was hard not to feel like she was every bit as beautiful as anyone Jamie had dated before. He was admiring her like she was a gift that he was trying to commit to memory before it was taken away and it made her feel irresistible. Spurred on by her newfound confidence, Lia continued bouncing her hips, but as the pleasure began to build inside her she found herself struggling to focus on her rhythm. 

Her movements stuttered as her eyes fluttered shut and she took a moment to revel in how good she was feeling. Jamie, however, seemed to have taken over her impatience and she felt his hands slide from where they rested on her hips up to her lower back, silently instructing her to lean down towards him. She followed his lead, but as her chest rested down against his and he pressed his hips up - sliding him even deeper inside of her - he took advantage of the gasp the action earned and slid his tongue into her mouth.

Distracted by the overwhelming sensations, Lia was grateful when she felt Jamie plant his feet on the bed behind her, anchoring himself enough that he could take over the movement. His hips snapped up against her at a pace that she was sure was much faster than hers had been as his desperation seemed to be winning out. But she wasn’t about to complain. As his arm slid across her waist to hold her in place as he thrust up towards her, sliding so deep it felt like he was hitting spots she didn’t even know existed, Lia was quickly heading towards her peak. She moaned into his mouth as she clung to him, the position leaving her feeling helpless to do anything but ride out the pleasure until - after a few more thrusts - she felt the coil tightening in her stomach snap as she felt over the edge.

Her mouth slipped from his as she let out a strangled cry of his name, feeling herself clenching around him as if her body was trying to keep him deep inside. He was undeterred as he fucked her through her release, but it didn’t take long for him to fall apart as well. He thrust up inside her as he spilled into the condom, earning a whimper from Lia that was drowned out by the groans coming from Jamie until he lowered his hips, panting to catch his breath. 

The feeling of affection that washed over Lia was a common one in those moments when they were coming down from their highs. She felt so emotionally connected to him - so cared for and taken care of - that she would have happily laid there placing kisses on his chest for hours, but a thought dawned on her that had her reluctantly climbing off of Jamie far earlier than she would have liked and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“As amazing as that was, we’re running a bit behind now for dinner,” she pointed out. “Do you mind if I shower first?”

“Or,” Jamie smirked from where he lay still sprawled out on the bed. “We could shower together, save a little time.”

Lia laughed as she stood up before leaning down to steal another kiss.

“I wish, but something tells me that wouldn’t be much of a time saver.”

“Probably not, but it would be fun.” Jamie shot her a wink that earned another giggle before he added, “But sure, yeah, you can shower first.”

Lia murmured her thanks and blew him one last kiss before hurrying off to get ready before her earlier neediness made them late for dinner.

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“I can’t believe we already have to leave tomorrow…” Lia’s wistful musing was shared as she stared out over the ocean from their dinner table in the extremely fancy restaurant Jamie had booked for them. “This place is gorgeous, I think I could stay here forever.”

“Well, I have nothing going on until the pre-season training starts in a couple weeks,” Jamie pointed out. “You’re the one with commitments and a job that needs you.”

His words were teasing, but a knot formed in Lia’s stomach as she mulled it over.

“To be honest, I probably could have taken a few extra days if I’d thought to ask,” she admitted. “Things have been slow at the bookstore lately, we barely need two staff members there most of the time.”

“Is it really that bad?”

It was a concern that had been on her mind, but the way her admission had the smile falling from Jamie’s face had her regretting bringing it up and putting a damper on their nice evening and she tried to soften the truth a little bit.

“At the moment it is, but it’s not particularly unusual,” she insisted. “Summer is always slower. People are outside more and reading less. Libraries have more activities for kids because of the school break so people go there more than buying books. Usually once the autumn comes and the weather changes things pick up again and Christmas is usually a busier time, but it would be nice if we had more steady business.”

If she was being truly honest, she would have shared that there were times in the last few months that she was really worried that they’d even make it until the Christmas season, but they were hanging on just enough that she hadn’t given up hope yet. And even with her sugar coated explanation, Jamie looked concerned.

“I’ve let you down, haven’t I? When we started this whole plan, I promised to help promote your store and I’ve done fuck all to do that.”

“It’s fine,” she assured him, sipping her wine and shrugging her shoulders. “There’s not much you could do to promote us really.”

“What about a football night with the team? I could make all the lads come and we could sign shit for people.”

It was a very sweet suggestion and Lia flashed him a genuine smile for his desire to help.

“That’s a nice idea, but it wouldn’t really work,” she gently informed him. “It wouldn’t make much sense unless one of you has a biography of some sort for people to buy or some other reason for being in a bookstore. Otherwise it would be too obvious that I’m just using you to get people in the door, people would probably hate me for that and my dad would be too embarrassed to accept that kind of help.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Jamie nodded, but his furrowed brow told Lia that he was deep in thought until he spoke again. “What if you talked to Keeley about it? Building reputations up is, like, her whole thing now. Maybe she could do some of that pro-boner shit that lawyers do.”

The phrase Jamie used had Lia choking on her drink as she laughed.

“It’s pro-bono,” she clarified. “Not pro-boner!”

“Mines better,” Jamie smirked. “But whatever it’s called, maybe she could help you. Get you on as a sponsor for Richmond or something, like she did for that app.”

“I dunno if books will appeal to football fans as much as a dating app,” Lia pointed out. “No one will be at a match, enjoying the afternoon while secretly pondering which novel they’re going to start when they get home.”

“You never know,” Jamie shrugged. “But even if that doesn’t work, she might have some other ideas for you.”

“That’s true,” Lia agreed. “Thanks for the suggestion, Jamie. You’re smarter than you look.”

She was clearly teasing, but his chest puffed up from the praise.

“Yeah, I know, no one gives me enough credit,” he smirked. “But hey, I have another idea for you.”

His eyes had lit up and an eager look had slid onto his face as Lia prompted him to continue with a somewhat suspicious, “You do?”

“If it’s no problem for you to get an extra day or two off work then maybe you could take a couple days off at the end of August to come with me to the big gala that Rebecca’s hosting for Richmond.”

“I can definitely do that,” Lia smiled, feeling a flicker of excitement in her belly at the thought of being included in an event so big and getting to attend with Jamie. “But wouldn’t something like that be in the evening anyway?”

“Yeah, but it’s a big deal. We all get dressed up all fancy for it so you’d probably need a day to get ready,” he explained. “And then usually there’s quite a bit of drinking happening so you might want the next day to recover.”

“That makes sense,” Lia giggled. “I would be happy to join you. If you give me the date when we get home, I can tell my dad right away.”

“Perfect.”

Jamie reached out to take her hand that was resting on the table before lifting it up to place a kiss against her skin and Lia wondered how she’d gotten so lucky. The picture perfect moment of sitting on a balcony with an amazing view and sharing it with someone who was quickly becoming so very important to her had her heart feeling very full and made any worries from their lives back home feel very small and insignificant.

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Dear Petty,

I recently discovered your page (a few weeks back) and every week I enjoy reading your discussions of each new episode of the shows I’m watching (Dangerous Romance, Only Friends, and Naughty Babe) so much!! You’re so funny but also give such interesting theories and dissections and it’s so fun to read!! I love reading discourse on tumblr but yours has quickly become my favorite!! And I just want to say I think you’re really neat ☺️

Love,

A new fan! 🫶

Nonnie, I appreciate you calling my wild ass theories interesting and "dissections" because it really elevates the chaos I serve up to appear as something of substance, when really, it's just chaos.

*This will now turn into a Paint with Love appreciation post because "chaos"*

I liked Paint with Love because it really touched on my specific variety of chaos. Phap was throwing paint on that canvas in whatever way felt right in the moment, yet Maze wasn't feeling it because he is a thinker.

Much like Phap, I'm a feeler, not a thinker, so I'm unleashing my feelings on my dash every time an inkling of a feeling floats out of my stone cold heart, which then turns into the distorted mess you see.

I'm not calling what I do art because it is far from it. I'm comparing my process to that of Phap's, just swimming through feelings trying to make sense of them by putting them down in my little corner of the interwebs.

I'm thrilled when people tell me they like what I've cobbled together because sometimes I doubt it even makes sense to anyone but me.

So thank you for telling me you find my posts funny, and you think I'm neat, but keep in kind that I will fuck up, often.

I'm Messy on Main every day, so although you might have been dazzled by my banter, you'll notice quickly that I'm really providing shenanigans.

Once again, I appreciate the appreciation, and I hope to see you making your own disorderly interesting posts as well.