#I WOKE UP THIS MORNING TO SEE MY FRIEND SENT ME A PIC OF THE FACE REVEAL

[seamgel]

mmhghgnngmmmhm prettty men.............

[^ thinking of the Planet face reveal [gay]

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[stonesylove]

Summary: Alessandra and Tom met on a casual night out in Berlin while he's filming the prequel of the hunger games, both of them are down for a little three month affair but what if they want a little bit more.

social media au

A night out in Berlin pt.2

Our first conversation

Chapter 1 - Chapter 3

Alessandra woke up and as normal 22 year old, took her phone to check her social media after one of the best nights out she ever had, she remembered some parts of the night but the others felt like a distant memory; she opened up Instagram to see and she had a new verified follower, someone called “Tom Blyth” she knew a lot of Tom’s but not a single one was famous so when Alessandra touch his profile pic and went to his profile she got hit whit the memory of the tall man with a buzz cut, she couldn’t believe that she fooled around with an actor in a random club in a night out.

“GIULIANA COME HERE” she screamed calling her best friend to tell her the crazy news, Giuliana and Alessandra have been best friend since they were 3 years old, they met in a little ballet academy in Naples, both have dreamed of dancing around the world and they ended up living together in Berlin and dancing for Staatsballett; Alessandra heard the steps coming closer and then she saw her door being open by her friend.

“Girl it’s 8 am, stop screaming” Giuliana said, “shut up and listen to me, remember last night when I got lost from you guys?” Alessandra asked thrilled to tell the whole story, her friend nodded so she can continue with the story, “Well I ended up dancing and making out with this cute tall man and I guess at some point I had to tell him my ig because now he’s following me” she said.

“I don’t see what’s the issue here” Giuliana said with a confused look, “HES A FUCKING BRITISH ACTOR” Alessandra screamed excited while her best friend was in completely shock, “you need to post a thirst trap right now” Giuli said with a playful look in her face, “I’m going to follow him up first and maybe I’ll post it later, I don’t know this is fucking wild” Alessandra said while opening up Instagram again to follow Tom.

Alessandra kept her day going without stressing too much about the topic, she knew he must be busy working on Germany or maybe he’s traveling with some friends so she wouldn’t want to distract him with a text but maybe it was a good idea to post a little selfie on her stories just to taste the waters.

Alessandra Di Maggio posted a story

Alessandra was walking with her friends to her class while she posted a pic she took some days ago that she felt would be cute enough to draw his attention, she felt like a little girl waiting for her crush to give her some attention and that made her feel so stupid because Alessandra knew that an actor would never lay his eyes on her and all that happened was just a drunken mistake, she locked her phone deciding she wouldn’t check Instagram for the day, Alessandra just didn’t want to get all in her head and get distracted during what’s really important.

The class was a success, she felt tired but at the same time she knew she had to be the best to get to the point she wants to be; Alessandra picked up her belongings and the walked out of the door waiting for her best friend to catch her up.

“So, have you checked Instagram? Did he even liked the story? Did he answered?” Giuliana said while catching Alessandra outside of the dance studio, “I literally posted and blocked my phone, I haven’t check it out” she said while trying to sound uninterested, “WELL DO IT BITCH“ her friend said while rising her voice. Alessandra took her phone out of her bag, she saw that she had a couple notifications but nothing special so she opened up Instagram to see that he liked her story and he sent a message.

Tom Blyth sent you a message 

Tom Blyth

Good morning Alessa with 4 s

Alessandra couldn’t believe that he send her a message, it was crazy for her because they were a little too drunk and she thought he wouldn’t remember her and also the way she screamed her Instagram handle, “Giuli he messaged me” Alessandra said a little bit shocked because she thought it meant nothing for him, “REPLY RIGHT NOW” Giuliana screamed.

Alessandra Di Maggio

hi Tom boy, thought you forgot about me

She send the message and block her phone again, Alessandra couldn’t believe she was doing that, texting him was a crazy scenario in her head, that type of stuff never happen to people like her so she wouldn’t keep any high hopes. Alessandra and Giuliana decided to grab dinner outside because contrary to popular believe ballerinas usually ate a lot; when they arrived home Alessandra didn’t check her phone since she replied the message and she wasn’t ready to do that yet, so she went to the bathroom took a long shower, got ready for bed and still was too scared to check it out. Alessandra laid down in her bed, she thought about going to sleep without checking her phone but the curiosity was eating her alive, so she took her phone out and opened Instagram.

Tom Blyth sent you a message 

Tom Blyth 

I would never forget about you Ale 😂

How are you? You never told me you were ballerina!!

Alessandra Di Maggio

are you a millennial?? What’s up with that emoji 💀

well you never told me that you were an actor so we are even 

Tom Blyth 

Being a millennial is okay, I’m a proud millennial 

How old are you?

if you don’t mind me asking 

Alessandra Di Maggio

I’m 22 and you Tom boy?

gonna be honest I was stalking your profile and I want to say that I don’t agree about riding horses but I��m 100% down to ride the cowboy

Tom Blyth 

I’m 27, so you’re an iPad kid???

You gotta be a little bit more creative if that’s the way you flirt but you don’t look bad in those leotards and thighs 

Alessandra Di Maggio

so you’re a grandpa???

I had to make the joke Tom, it was funny to me 🙄🙄🙄

Tom Blyth 

What if we play 21 questions so we can make other type of jokes funny girl 

Alessandra Di Maggio

did you google that??

but sure 

were where you born?

Tom Blyth 

You’re way too funny 🙄🙄

I’m from Birmingham and you?

What’s your fav color?

Alessandra Di Maggio

I’m from Naples, best part of Italy 

such a deep question 

light blue and yours ?

Tom Blyth 

Like the color of my eyes?

Dark purple, I think so 

What’s up with the caption on your la post??

Alessandra Di Maggio

That counts as one of your questions

A little bit lighter than yours British boy

It’s from a song called “JESUS IN BERLIN”

Are you here for pleasure or for work?

Tom Blyth 

I’m working on a Movie, i’ll be here for three months 

Are you a professional ballerina or is just a hobbie?

Alessandra Di Maggio

let’s hope your big movie doesn’t make a chaos in the city 

I’m a professional ballet dancer

okay, now we’re getting into the deeper questions 

Tom Blyth 

I can go deeper if you want funny girl 😏

They talked until like three in the morning until Alessandra felt asleep, both of them couldn’t believe how the conversation was flowing like they known each other for a while also but of them have the same sense of humor so it’s makes everything a little bit easier to get to know each other, Alessandra wasn’t sure if all the dirty jokes were real and he wanted all that but she wouldn’t mind a three month affair with an English boy, at the end they might never see each other again.

Tom Blyth posted a story 

This is what her if ig looks like 

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[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

richard, on a monday

sometimes over the weekends, robbie would go home to visit their parents. annie always declined to join him. the following weekend was one such trip, but ironically, their dad was in the city for the morning, so annie met him for brunch and then they took a quick trip to a museum. her phone buzzed while she was there and she checked the photo from robbie. it was a shot of their mom in the kitchen, fully nude. "mom just hanging out naked since it's just me here," he said. she was looking away in the photo, unaware it was being taken. oddly, annie found it kind of hot. she pinched and zoomed in on her mother's bush. the growth pattern was similar to hers.

"fucking hot," annie replied.

"lol," he said. "she asked if i minded and i said of course not, she looks hot. she liked that."

"i'm with dad but fully dressed," annie said.

"disappointed in u" he replied.

that night, annie went on her first proper date with ted. since their first hookup the previous weekend, they'd gotten together for a quick, rough midweek fuck but tonight they had dinner.

still, one of his first questions to annie was whether or not she was wearing panties. "of course not," she'd told him.

it was so easy to talk to him. they were there for 2 hours, and annie was drunk by the time they left. which made getting facefucked by ted's thick cock in the kitchen a lot of fun. it was, she realized, the first time she'd actually sucked his cock -- every other time had been an urgent, hard, brief fuck.

they took their time tonight. ted skillfully ate annie's pussy, made her cum, and then took her through a long, multi-position fuck. annie clocked after a few minutes that ted may have taken one of his pills, which was confirmed when he pulled out to cum on her stomach and then went back in to continue. annie reached for her phone and made an appreciative video of ted railing her cum-covered pussy. after he finished the second time (and annie finished for the fourth time) she sent the clip to both julia and robbie.

"oh FUCK" julia replied

"good girl," robbie replied.

once again annie woke up in ted's bed alone, but this time thought to put one of his shirts on before she went out to the kitchen and found lucy. "morning," annie said. she pulled out her phone and immediately showed lucy the video.

"oh wow," lucy said. "can i uh, borrow your phone?"

annie told her the passcode and let her take it back to her room. ted came back before lucy came out of her room, so they flirted for a while over bagels. eventually lucy emerged bottomless from her room, her bald pussy reddened slightly from activity. "morning sleepyhead," ted said, cluelessly.

later, annie saw that lucy had added her number to annie's phone, and had taken some nudes of herself in bed. "you're hot" annie texted her.

"if you have any younger male friends please show them," lucy said.

"i'll show my brother," annie said.

"okay," lucy said.

she showed robbie lucy's nudes. "how old is she?" he asked, concerned.

"18," annie said, not actually certain.

"nice," he said. "show her my cock."

annie helped him get hard. just with her hands - after his birthday she hadn't sucked it again.

"OMG," lucy replied. "your brother lets you take pics of his dick?" annie had even sent one of herself flashing a peace sign next to robbie's cock.

"yeah we're very close," annie said.

"after the divorce my dad's sister started coming around here a lot when we moved in," lucy said. "i barely saw her growing up but now i see her all the time."

"she must have hated your mom," annie said.

"yep," lucy said. "anyway, i thought it was kind of weird that she'd like, get out of the shower naked around my dad. i guess it's not that weird though."

"i love it," annie said. "is she shaved?"

"no," lucy said. "so we have an advantage there."

that afternoon was richard's first session since the gallery show. he'd been in paris the week before. but he first wanted to know if annie was OK and why'd she left so quickly.

"i was embarrassed about that photo she showed you," annie said. "you know, you invite me to a gallery and i get high and get my tits out."

he laughed. "that's what artists want you do to," he said. "it's fine, i'm an adult, i can see your breasts and still respect you."

having that resolved, they checked in on richard's most recent paris visit. he met a bunch of his daughter's local friends, and, he confided in annie, slept with one of them.

"ooh la la," annie said. "nothing wrong with a little french pastry."

she asked if his daughter was aware of it, and he'd told annie that he'd gotten laid on the couch of his daughter's flat while his daughter had sex with a young man in her "room" which was only separated by a japanese screen.

"very intimate," annie said, getting very wet.

"it was pretty dark and i think we were both trying to be somewhat quiet," he said.

"somewhat?"

"i was certainly aware when she climaxed," he said.

"i love that," annie said.

he told her that after, his daughter and the female friend had hopped into the shower together to clean each other off.

"so your daughter was cleaning your cum..."

"out of her friend's bush, yes," he said. "i watched."

"wow," annie said.

"sorry," he said. "is that too much?"

"no," annie said abruptly. "i mean, your relationship will accept as much closeness as it will accept. it's just the two of you. it's a dynamic that requires closeness and this is how you're building it. as two adults who definitely enjoy sex."

"you seem a little agitated as you're saying this though," richard said. "your face is a little flushed and you're speaking very quickly. i just want to know you're being honest with me about how you feel."

"i'm like this because i'm aroused," annie said.

richard chuckled. "ok, i feel reassured that you're being honest."

"what was the morning like," annie said, shifting in her seat.

"she had a lightly nervous energy, but was walking around her kitchenette fully nude," he said. "and honestly, briefly, i was too."

"oh?" annie said.

"i'd fallen asleep au naturale on the couch," he said. "so i woke up like that, and rather alert."

annie smiled. "and she saw."

"she did."

"i love that for her."

"you don't think it was a problem?"

"well, has she sent you any nude photos since then?"

he opened his phone to show her the last text from her -- a selfie from bed, nude, smiling. "have a nice flight!" she'd written. her pussy looked particularly full and hairy. it was nice.

"i think your relationship is preserved," annie said.

when annie got home, dizzy from pills she'd taken after seeing richard, robbie was home from their parents' house. annie relaxed on the bed as he told her that early that morning, their mom had walked in on him jerking off in his room. she'd apologized profusely, covering her eyes, but not leaving the room, and robbie had just said, "it's fine, i don't care, it's just my dick." and she'd laughed and opened her eyes and said, "you're bigger than your father." and he'd said, "i guess i got it from your side of the family," and she'd said, "yes, my father was hung like a horse." and he laughed and said, "how do you know?" and his mom had said, "i was always pretty casually naked around the house to piss my mom off, so he never hid anything from me, either." and he'd told her -- she was apparently wearing one of their dad's t-shirts at the time, he'd told her she was overdressed, and so she'd taken the t-shirt off, and was in just a white pair of panties. and so he'd told her that her bush looked really great in those panties, and she'd giggled and said he was too sweet and he'd said, "no seriously it's a great bush, i might have to start stroking again," and she'd giggled and then pulled her panties down. and he'd taken his phone and told her he was gonna take a picture of her, and she'd actually posed for him - hand on her hips, panties around her thighs, and then she'd turned around to show him her ass. he showed annie the pictures. she looked good.

[simping4villains]

This is the third chapter of a new Shigaraki college au fic I’ve been working on, titled Losing Streak! Updates will be posted on my ao3 and wattpad!

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Warning: Sexual content/non-con elements

   When you woke up the next morning, your head was pounding. The light from your windows was searingly painful, prompting you to pull your pillow over your head in an attempt to block it out.

   You didn't remember a lot of the previous night. The more you thought about it, you didn't even remember coming back to your apartment. That was concerning.

   You grabbed your phone off of the nightstand to check the time. It was almost noon, which meant you'd slept through breakfast as well as two of your classes. At least they'd be serving lunch in the dining hall. Your stomach felt incredibly hollow and you still had the taste of alcohol on your tongue.

   You were scrolling through your notifications—a few worried messages from Akiko and a text about some online sale—when you saw one from a number you didn't recognize. You tapped on the chat and immediately felt your heart drop.

   Someone had sent you nudes. They weren't just the standard low-quality dick pic you received every now and then from desperate men around campus. These pictures were all women—or, all the same woman.

   They were pictures of you.

   You were panicking, your hands trembling. How did someone have photos of you like this? You didn't take nudes. You certainly didn't send nudes to anyone. You didn't even have anyone to send nudes to! So had someone taken these of you. . . last night?"

   You took a deep breath to calm down and stared typing.

   'Who is this?'

   Three little dots appeared in the bottom of the screen. You held your breath until a response came.

   'You don't remember?'

   'How did you get these photos? How did you get my number?'

   'Meet me in the north dining hall in twenty minutes. We can work out a little deal so no one else has to see these."

   Panicking, you fought your hangover and jumped out of bed, pulling on a sweatshirt and sweatpants as quickly as possible before rushing out of the house, not even bothering to grab a jacket. You shrugged against the chilly fall air. It was a fifteen minute walk to the north dining hall, so you had to hustle if you didn't want to be late.

   You burst through the doors of the campus center and practically ran through the lounge and up the stairs to get to the dining hall. You froze when you got to the top of the steps. There he was, leaning against the wall across from you. You should've known.

   "Shigaraki."

   He looked up from his phone. "Oh, hey, y/n."

   You rushed up to him and grabbed his hand. You needed to find somewhere more private. You didn't want to talk about this out in the open where anyone could hear that he had nude pictures of you. There were conference rooms on the next floor up. You decided one of those would be as good a place as any.

   You dragged him into one of the conference rooms, shutting and locking the door behind you before closing the blinds. You felt so ashamed by it all that you couldn't even stand the thought of someone seeing you with him—like they might somehow know.

   He took a seat and watched you do all of this. "You gonna talk?" he asked. "Seems like something's on your mind."

   "I should've stayed away from you. They warned me. My friends warned me that you were a creep."

   He frowned. "Wow, okay."

   "Where did you get them? Because I never sent photos like those to anyone and I refuse to believe that we. . . that we actually. . ."

   He cocked an eyebrow.

   You sighed. "You're gonna make me say it? The nudes. I don't know how you got them or why you're blackmailing me with them, but just please don't leak them, okay?"

   Shigaraki couldn't help the wicked smile that spread across his face. He didn't know what kind of karma he'd put out into the universe to deserve an opportunity like this, but he wasn't going to let it go to waste.

   "You'll have to do a better job of convincing me than that."

   "I'm literally begging you. What more do you want? You want me to get down on my knees?"

   "I mean, for starters, yeah. I certainly wouldn't say no."

   He loved the look of shock that flashed across your face as you realized what he was implying.

   "You can't be serious?"

   "Would a creep like me joke about something like that?"

   He'd hated that you'd called him that, but if you were gonna label him as a creep, then he'd be sure to exceed your expectations.

   "Well? Go ahead."

   You slowly lowered yourself down to your knees in front of where he sat, your eyes full of horror as you gazed up at him. You were frozen, fighting yourself on whether or not you could really go through with it.

   "Do I have to fucking walk you through it? Jesus."

   "Sorry," you whimpered.

   You didn't want to do this, but what choice did you have?

   Your hands trembled as they fumbled with the waistband of his joggers. You found his boxers too, hooking your fingers under them and pulling them down along with his pants, coming face to face with his already erect cock.

   Was this actually happening?

   "Are you just gonna stare at it?" He asked.

   You blinked away your panic and looked up at him. There wasn't even an ounce of remorse in his eyes. This asshole loved what he was doing to you—as if his erection wasn't proof enough.

   "If I do this. . . you really won't leak the photos?"

   "That's right."

   "You swear?"

   He rolled his eyes. "I swear."

   "Will you delete them? I'm not doing this unless—"

   He grabbed you by the hair, yanking so hard that you yelped.

   "I don't think you understand the position you're in. I'm not a patient man, so hurry up before I change my mind."

   He let you go and spread his legs a bit wider, inching his cock closer to your face. You tentatively wrapped your hand around the base, causing his breath to hitch. From the way he was already seeming to fall apart, you guessed this wasn't something that happened to him very often, if at all. For a moment, a flicker of hope burned in your chest. You thought maybe you could get him off quickly like this so you wouldn't have to—

   "Use your mouth."

   Yeah. That.

   As much as it crushed you, you knew you couldn't refuse. You stuck your tongue out and licked a stripe up his length. He sighed contentedly, letting his eyes flutter shut. It made you feel sick to your stomach, but you knew you couldn't stop.

   You decided it was time to bite the bullet. You had to just get it over with. As much as you hated him and wanted to skin his dick with your teeth, you knew that the better it was, the sooner he'd. . . god, you hated to even think about it, but you needed it to be over as quickly as possible.

   He groaned as you took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip. "Fuck, yes. Just like that."

   Your eyes remained trained on his lower stomach as you bobbed your head, taking more and more of him until your gag reflex wouldn't allow you to go any further. You didn't want to look at him. You tried to tell yourself that it was relief and not some fucked up version of pride that you felt as you listened to his broken moans above you, but you couldn't deny the spreading warmth between your legs.

   You hated your body for reacting that way. There was no reason for you to be so turned on by this. He was using you. He was blackmailing you. He was everything your friends had warned you about.

   But still, you couldn't get past his desperate, heavy breathing that bordered on whimpering. . . and the way he lightly tugged at your hair. . .

   Your hand started moving to match your pace, making up for the inches you couldn't fit in your mouth. You thought Shigaraki was satisfied with it until he tightened his hold on your hair, using the grip to guide you further down. You started to gag at the sudden intrusion, feeling tears prick the corners of your eyes. He hardly gave you time to relax around his length before he started abusing your throat, thrusting his hips up as he forced your head down.

   Your hands were on his thighs, simultaneously trying to push him away and trying to ground yourself by digging your nails into him. His moans only grew above you as he chased his high, using you for his own pleasure. You could tell he was close. His movements were becoming more erratic and his grip on your hair was so tight now that you were sure he'd manage to rip it out. After a few more thrusts he gave your head one final shove and shot his cum down your throat.

   "Swallow it for me like the slut you are," he said to you before pulling out.

   You did as he asked. It wasn't really like you had an alternative anyway. You didn't want to leave any evidence of what had happened behind in the conference room. Someone would have noticed for sure.

   Once you had caught your breath you took a seat in one of the chairs that surrounded the conference table. Shigaraki was leaned back in his with his eyes closed, basking in the after glow.

   You wouldn't let him enjoy it for very long.

   "So when are you going to delete those photos?" You asked.

   Without opening his eyes, he shook his head. "I'm not."

   "What? But you said—"

   "That I wouldn't leak them, which I won't, if you keep doing what I ask."

   You couldn't believe it. You had been foolish to think he'd really listen to you if you did what he wanted. You had to find a way to get those photos off of his phone so he couldn't keep holding them over your head.

  

   "You really are a creep."

   He smirked and reached out to rest his hand on your thigh. "Whatever you say."

   You shrank away from his touch, which only annoyed him. He tugged on your hand, hinting for you to get up.

   "What?" You asked with a sharp edge your voice.

   "Come sit on my lap."

   "No."

   "You're not being a very good listener. Maybe I should teach you a lesson and send those photos out after all. I'm sure there have got to be at least a few people in the entire student body who haven't seen you naked yet."

   You glared at him. "You know what? I bet you wouldn't even know how to go about that. You're just bluffing so you can treat me like your little plaything. Well, I may have been dumb enough to fall for it once, but I won't let it happen again."

   You got up and stormed out of the conference room. You weren't going to let Shigaraki push you around, and you certainly wouldn't keep giving him sexual favors, no matter how desperate you were for him not to leak the photos. Still, maybe he really was bluffing after all.

   As you rounded the corner into the main lounge, you heard a wave of notification alerts going off. Looking around, you saw students checking their phones and shaking their heads. Petrified, you pulled your own phone out of your pocket to see a notification from him.

   He hadn't sent the photos out, not yet at least, but he had proven that he wasn't bluffing. It seemed that all at once, every student on campus had gotten the same stupid spam article sent to their phone. For everyone else, it was an annoying text from an unknown sender, but for you it was a very clear warning.

   Shigaraki was telling you that he wasn't bluffing, that he could absolutely ruin you if he felt like it, but he was giving you another opportunity to play nice. Otherwise, he would have just sent the pictures out and been done with it.

   Shortly after, you got another text from him. It was an address and a time. "Last chance," it said.

   You understood what it meant.

   "I'll be there," you wrote back, though it was the absolute last thing you wanted.

   You'd have to play along for now, until you could find a way to beat him at his own game.

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[sarahjswift]

Lovebite - IWHAIWSA Chapter 3

Heyyyy here's another chapter for you! It's currently Thursday but I think this should be posted on Friday. The day you are seeing this is my last day of school and I'm very excited!

I hope you all are enjoying this series! I'm very proud of myself because these chapters are longer and I have a couple already written and ready to post. I also am keeping up Twin Wounds, so I'm just doing it all XD

Next week is the start of my summer vacation, but it shouldn't affect the upload schedule too much, but there's always that warning.

Thank you all for your support <3

Warnings: Language, Light Smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Tag List <3: @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, and @autumnbabylon! Thanks for your support <33333

enjoyyyyy!!! :D

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“You made out with a stranger who is Eve’s best friends’ dad?” Lysandra gasped with delight. 

Aelin glared at her reflection as if it were Lysandra’s face, forcefully massaging her face with sunscreen. “We didn’t make out. It was one kiss.” 

“One very hot kiss, it seems,” her friend giggled. “I mean, he seems amazing. Do you have pics?”

“Uhm, yes,” Aelin confessed. “He sent me a selfie and I may or may not have downloaded it to my phone.” 

“Oh my Gods!” Aelin winced as her friend’s squeal filled the air - loud and proud, even on speakerphone. “Please tell me it was, like, a shirtless selfie. Or no, no, a mirror shot! No - both!” 

“It was a selfie with him and his kids,” Aelin said matter-of-factly. She dotted concealer under her eyes and surveyed herself in the mirror, checking for any blemishes, and-

“Oh my fucking Gods.” 

“What? What is it?” Lysandra squawked, but Aelin was too busy gaping in horror at the purple spot on her neck. 

“I have a damn hickey!” Aelin wailed, then clamped a hand to her mouth. Eve was watching Spongebob, but you could never be too sure with her. 

“Holy shit, this just keeps getting better and better!”

“Not if you’re living it!” Aelin protested, frantically dabbing concealer onto the very obvious love bite on her neck. 

“Can I see? Send a photo!” 

“Uh, no. It’s, like…very obvious.”

“Gods, how much did he kiss you?”

“I have no idea,” Aelin sighed. Luckily, the mark was covered. She sprayed setting spray onto her neck and prayed that her concealer would stick. 

↜↝

Rowan woke up in the morning with two screaming children, a messy kitchen, and a happy heart. 

He replayed the kiss over and over again in his mind, painting it golden. Even when Lilly knocked over her glass of OJ, he just smiled and wiped it up with a wet paper towel. 

The kids wanted to go to the pool and as they reached it, Rowan found himself searching the room for a certain mother. Unfortunately Aelin wasn’t there, and Rowan settled himself into a pool chair with a sigh, watching his children splash around in the shallow end. 

Rowan: Hey

Aelin: Hello good sir

Aelin: how are you 

Rowan: Good, the kids are at the pool today. 

He hesitated before deciding to go for it. 

Rowan: Wish you were here though. 

Aelin: *typing*

Aelin: 💗

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“Can we hang out with Eve today, Dad? Please?” 

Rowan looked at his children, pleading up at him. Hold your ground, he thought. Hold it, hold it, hold-

“I’ll text her mom.” 

An hour later, Rowan was smiling faintly to himself as Aelin and Eve descended across the parking lot to the playground. Eve ran toward Henri and Lilly and the three immediately skipped to the playground, giggling. Rowan took a deep breath as Aelin walked up to him, reminding himself to calm down. 

She looked amazing as usual in a simple white crop top and a vibrant, flowing green skirt. Stylish sunglasses rested on her head and her golden hair was tucked into a braid. Her top and skirt proudly displayed her muscled shoulders, arms and legs and he enjoyed the view  - of those and other beautiful parts of her - before snapping his eyes up to her. 

“Hello,” she said, a serpine’s smile curving on her lips. She walked up close to him and placed a warm hand on his arm, the only thing separating their skin the thin fabric of his T-shirt. 

“Hey.” Rowan’s voice was lower than usual, and he had eyes only for Aelin as she leaned in to whisper something in his ear. His eyes closed briefly as he felt her hot breath on his skin, wanting it everywhere- 

“You may or may not have given me a hickey.”

With a start, Rowan broke from his reveries and whipped his head around to gape at Aelin. Her eyes were dancing and her grin stretched wider as she tapped a finger against her neck. “I guess you were kissing me a bit too hard.”

“I-Gods, Aelin, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Her clear laughter rang through the air, making Rowan smile. He couldn’t help it. “It’s funny. I did have a bit of a panic attack this morning, though. That’s why we didn’t go to the pool.” 

Rowan laughed. “What did Eve have to say about that?”

She shrugged. “She was great - we went on a little trail. What about you guys?”

“The pool and now this, after they begged all morning. It’s honestly adorable how much the kids love Eve already.” 

Aelin beamed, and he knew as a parent she was proud. “I’m afraid I’m just as bad about a certain father.”

↜↝

Rowan was so handsome she couldn’t stand it, and the urges to grab his hand, touch his shoulder, just to be near him, overcame Aelin as their families went to get Hawaiian Ice. The way he was with his kids did nothing but melt her heart, and Eve’s obvious adoration of the Whitethorn kids was the cherry on top. 

Soon the sun was setting, and they walked through the resort admiring the beautiful dusk sky. The children were skipping ahead of Rowan and Aelin while they hung back, talking softly, when Eve rounded and walked back to her mother. 

“Mommy, Lilly and Henri said that we could come over and have a sleepover!” she squeaked, excitement lit up in her blue-gold eyes. Her face was flushed and strands of her hair were poking up from her head. She looked insane, and Aelin had never loved anything more. 

“Did they really? Well unfortunately it’s not up to them,” Aelin reminded her daughter gently, praying this wouldn’t get awkward. To her dismay, Eve’s face crumpled and she slumped, practically dragging her feet as she walked back over to her friends. The two parents watched as her daughter informed the other kids of the incident and they immediately whirled around, protest lining their faces. 

“Please, Dad? C’mon, we want Eve to sleep over!” Lilly cried, hanging onto Rowan’s hand. Henri grabbed his other and looked up at his father pleadingly. 

Aelin cringed and turned to her companion, opening her mouth to apologize, when he said; “If Aelin is okay with it, I’m happy to have them over.” 

The children stared at him for a second and then erupted, cheering. They were so busy celebrating they didn’t notice the word change; them - but Aelin did. 

“Them?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. Rowan looked sheepish and he shrugged. 

“I mean, why not? You could…sleep over.”

__

I have no self-control, she thought to herself as she carried Eve’s sheets and pillows into Rowan’s room. Apparently they were all having a joint sleepover - the kids would sleep in Lilly’s room, and Aelin - well, Aelin didn’t know where she would sleep yet. That hadn’t been decided. 

After Aelin and Eve brought their stuff over to the room, they settled down at the dinner table for a dinner of steaming pasta. Aelin was pleasantly surprised at Rowan’s cooking skill, and she said as much.

“Thanks,” he said, biting down a smile. “I’m sure you are too.”

At his words, Eve let out a laugh. Aelin flushed as her daughter exclaimed; “Mommy is a terrible cook! She once tried to make brownies for my school bake sale an’ they were goopy an’ my friend Marianne got food poisoning! Daddy always did all the cooking-”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Aelin interrupted her daughter before she could ruin her chances forever. As she glanced toward Rowan, she found his amused expression frozen, his eyes like chips of ice. She felt herself frown - what had set him off?

__

At nine the kids disappeared into Lilly’s room to “sleep”, leaving the parents to clean up dinner. Aelin watched Rowan stand at the sink, his powerful arms on display as he scrubbed their plates dry. She couldn’t help imagining that they were a family, he was her husband, and they -

Stop. She scrubbed her face, exhaustion suddenly overwhelming her. There’s no point in imagining anything. It’s done. She sighed and collapsed on their couch, surveying the room. Their hotel space was an exact copy to theirs, so she didn’t feel too bad as she made herself at home. 

“Can I ask you something?” Rowan asked, and Aelin turned to find him leaning against the kitchen counter, watching her with an expression she couldn’t place. At her nod, he took a deep breath. “Is…where is Eve’s dad?” 

Oh. Shit. 

His words were light, but Aelin could tell her response would be important to her. She took a deep breath. “He’s..he’s in the picture.” 

Rowan’s shoulders slumped, and his eyes looked agonized for a half-second before a wall snapped up behind them. “Oh. Alright.” 

“N-not like that,” she blurted - she’d do anything to get him smiling again. “I meant, uhm, well…he has Eve every other week. B-but…we’re divorced. We have been for a year.” 

Rowan’s face melted into a smile she could tell he was trying to tamp down. “Oh. Alright.” Aelin laughed as he repeated his exact words from earlier. At her laughter, Rowan chuckled too, crossing the room to sit next to her on the couch. His weight brought the cushion down, and she slid toward him ever so slightly, close enough she could smell his pine-and-snow scent. 

His eyes darted around the room, checking if the coast was clear, before leaning closer to her. Her breaths came quicker, and she closed her eyes as he brought his hand to cup her neck, rubbing his thumb over the exact spot her lovebite was. She felt him lean in and kiss her jaw, loosing a breath as his other hand stroked her hair. Aelin watched him, heavy lidded, as he kissed his way down to her collarbone, lower. 

“Kiss me,” she breathed. He drew in a sharp breath and obliged her, lips pressing gently against hers. It was a soft kiss, not urgent and sharp like earlier, and she leaned into him, letting his heat envelop her as he hugged her. 

She thought, as she gently made out with this man, she hadn’t felt this safe in years. 

#sarah j maas #throne of glass #fanfic #rowaelin #aelin x rowan #rowaelin fanfiction #rowan whitethorn

[storiesbyjes2g]

I woke up sad on our last morning in Mt. Komorebi. Not boo hoo sad, but just feeling a bit blah. As much as I have enjoyed making memories with my children, and even reconnecting with Ali, I missed sleeping in my own bed, my dog, my work, and my man. He missed me too and sent me a text saying he can't wait to see me. I never have to doubt his feelings for me because he showers me constantly with them. It's weird. I've been married before, but this is the first time I've ever really dated someone. Even though I have many regrets, I'm glad I get to have this experience now. I've always been the one to chase the guy and steer the relationship. It's kinda nice to not have to do that.

I went downstairs immediately and prepared breakfast so everyone could fuel up for the big slopes. Luca joined me in the kitchen, already dressed and ready for the day. I guess my mood was showing because he asked if I was okay. I said I was just ready to go home.

Nosy Emmy reared her messy head and asked about his friend at the lounge, but Cool Hand Luca remained vague. I asked if he saw her again. He said no. I asked if they were going to keep in touch. He said maybe. I asked if he liked her. He said, "she's cool." I took the hint and stopped asking questions. Whenever there's something to tell, he'll tell me, I hope.

Alessia wanted to have her birthday before we headed out, so once everyone was dressed and ready to go, I brought out the cake and we made a great ruckus for her.

And just like that, all my babies are grown. What fine young adults they are! I hope the world is ready for them because I know they will leave their mark in their own ways, and I am already proud! I can't wait to see what my baby girl gets into.

It was a very cloudy day, so it got dark much sooner than we expected and I wasn't sure how I felt about barreling down the mountain in the dark. But this was our agenda, and I didn't want to be a flake, so I got out there and did my best. Snowboarding was more my speed. Or, at least, I could concentrate better on keeping one stick balanced versus two. I wouldn't say it's my thing now, but it was a nice experience. And I will not return home with a broken hip.

At some point, I had my fill of adrenaline. But Luca and Alessia kept going, round after round, trying to perfect their technique. I felt like such a mom, standing at the bottom of the mountain, waving at them and cheering as they returned. I may or may not have also taken a few pics and snuck in some video, tee hee. They're totally coming back here soon. Alessia already put the bug in my ear, and I can see Luca getting into extreme sports. Whether or not they invite me is the big questions, heh.

Ali decided not to join us on the slopes. I hope it's just because he's not interested and not because he's still tripping about his weight. Maybe he just needed some alone time to relax and get himself together before getting back to work. But I fear he's having a moment like I had yesterday, though. I know this is totally selfish, but I hope he's healed enough to not let his thoughts drive a wedge between us again. I feel like we made big progress this weekend. Things don't have to be tense or awkward. We can have love for each other from a respectful distance and still be a family. Just not in the traditional sense. But it's different for him, I know. As we enter this new season of not having the kids to keep us in each other's lives, I hope he doesn't cut me completely out.

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #sims story #adolting #adolting gen 2 #Emerald Pope #Luca Winston Murillo #Alessia Amina Murillo #Ali Murillo

[iamaslutforcoffee]

Home Sweet Home Chapter 6

Her eyes blinked open, sleep still ever so present. She looked at the clock and saw that it was definitely, in fact, 8 am.

On a Saturday.

Even though she was a teenager she was still very much used to waking up early. It wasn't due to Harrison, or school. She just for some reason had a internal clock that woke her up early every morning despite her wanting to be a night owl.

She got up slowly, and stretched her way into a upright position in her bed. 

Harrison was on a trip with her father to visit friends and family in Chicago, so that meant she had the weekend to herself.

She checked her phone and noticed she had a couple missed calls from Eddie, and texts as well.

Firstly being from her father, letting her know they made it to Chicago and that Harrison was doing very well. He even sent pictures.

The next messages were of course from Eddie, and she shook her head as she read them.

One asked if she was up.

The next asked if she was ignoring him.

The third said he would just call he when he woke up.

And the last was a dick pic, with him saying that she could dream about it if she wanted to.

Honestly she knew he was trying to make her laugh by any means necessary, and laugh she did.

He really went to all ends of the earth to make his girl smile.

She texted him back that she was up, she wasn't ignoring him, and that his picture would be printed and hung on her wall next to the photo of her grandma Frances. She went so far as to say she thought it was a nice touch, to have his balls out in the open for the world to see.

She got out of bed and decided showering was her best option, choosing the clothes she'd wear for the day before hand.

Jumping into the shower she felt the stress and worries leave her body as the hot water cascaded down her back and through her hair. She washed her body, taking care to be gentle on her stomach. While she was still a small girl, she felt as if her stomach was still her worst quality.

As she got out and wrapped herself in a towel, she realized her window was still open from the night.

A nasty habit she kept, even after her mother warned her of the people who would love nothing more than to break into their home and she was giving them a one way ticket to crime-ville.

"As if anyone would jump into her window in Hawkins." She often thought to herself.

She shrugged, did her daily skin care routine and walked out of her connected bathroom.

Whilst decideding on clothes, she almost screamed when she turned around.

"Hi"

Eddie sat on her bed, cheekily smiling at her.

"You know, out of all this time I've known you... you've used the front door once, maybe twice." She spoke, hands on her hips and decided on wearing a pair of black leggings and a old raggedy Van Halen t-shirt of her moms.

Dressing herself she finally turned around, pulling her hem down and leaning against the dresser.

"And no ones even home besides us" she spoke, about to laugh herself to tears.

"I mean, had to keep up the romance some how" he shrugged, staring her down.

Thats when she really laughed, a full on belly laugh at that.

"Eddie... you do realize that key i gave you was a key to our front door? Dad got pissed the last time you snuck in because he just finished painting and you ruined the coat" she said in-between laughs.

The look on her face brought a oddly familiar warmth to his heart.

He missed this, he missed her laughing.

"You mean to tell me I've had a key to your house and I didn't know?"

She knodded, the laughter dying down and she just smiled.

"Do you want to uh.. do you wanna go back to my place? Wayne is going to kill me if I don't bring you over at some point and time" he asked, pointing towards the window.

She walked up to him and cupped his face, leaning to his level.

"Well I'm not climbing through the window thats for sure"

He shook his head and smiled. Oh, if only she knew what she did to him.

Soon after they heard cries coming from another room and she went to go get him, but Eddie stopped her.

"Let me.. I need to make up for lost time.."

She simply knodded in agreement, allowing herself to relax for once.

Eddie's point of view

I walked in the direction of the soft cries, scared honestly out of my fucking mind.

The idea that I, Eddie Munson, town "freak" and local D&D Dungeon Master, was a father scared the shit out of me.

What if I was like my old man? What if I end up just being a fleeting p.o.s just like mine? I don't wanna put them through that..

Finally arriving at the door I slowly opened it, noticing the crib was sat against the bay window that had light curtains drawn, making the scene just alittle movie like.

We always did have a knack for dramatics...

His tiny, beautiful face peered back at me with the crying ceasing to exist. He had a mop of curly dark brown hair and blue eyes just like Eloise. I couldn't help but smile.

Once I reached him, all I could do was smile and he immediately held his arms out for me. I gingerly picked up, bouncing him on my hip.

"Hey there little guy! Did you sleep well? " I asked and he simply smiled and laughed.

"I agree, s'pretty rough sleeping through the night but it'll be ok" I spoke gently, kissing his forehead and holding him close.

Walking back to her room, her back was turned to us. I leaned against the door frame and smiled, watching her move as she picked up things around her room.

For being such a disaster (in her mind), she sure didn't like clutter. Always had her bed made, always organized. She had the trailer looking great when she was here before.. Wayne always thanked her for getting stuff picked up so "it didn't look like a fucked up frat house"

"You know, staring is very rude, Munson. And you're teaching it to our son none the less" she spoke not even looking up at us.

"I'm just watching you" I replied, Harrison cooing with me.

"Well do you see something you like I assume?" She stood up, hands on her hips and peering back at me. She held her arms out for Harrison and he gladly went to her. A familar person that makes him happy, I couldn't blame him. I remember when we, and by we I meant me, would drink and she would let me sleep in her arms, always played with my hair until I fell fast asleep.

"I see something I love.." I said lowly enough for her to hear and she simply smiled.

"Listen.. uh, how about I take you guys back to the house? Wayne's gonna be back later and he's been asking about you" I asked, scratching the back of my head.

"Sure.. um... we'll just have to get Harrisons things and all that." She replied, changing him out of his dirty clothes and getting him ready for a bath. I agreed, and she filled the bath up with just enough water and let him play around.

"Could you grab a clean diaper for him? And pick out some clothes.. just please don't have him looking like a mess" she spoke, sitting on the toilet lid and watching him.

"Of courseeeeee!" I spoke dramatically and she simply laughed and shook her head.

I missed that laugh..

~

Third person point of view

Eddie's arms were extended out as he did a bow and curtsied. Always being one for the dramatics, Eloise laughed and shook her head. He was always alittle bit more than out there, always doing the absolute most and drawing attention onto him.

In his mind, if he was the towns "freak", he was just going to make the most of it and own it like he was the one who came up with it.

In the beginning it hurt his feelings alot although he would never show it to anyone. He was just used to it, the bullying. It always was a factor in his life rather it was at school or at home.

If it wasn't Jason Carver and his merry gang of dickheads, it w was his father. And he would be damned if he let anyone see his emotions.

But then after Eloise asked him if he was ok one day after the jocks poured spaghetti on him, he broke down. Eddie was tired of running with the punches. He was tired of being strong and just embracing it.

Eloise was his best friends younger sister. She was quite, and beautiful. While she wasn't the popular crowd's radar as much due to her brother she was a target every now and again.

He decided that day that she was worth it, she was his person. She was the only one other than her brother at the time that would make sure he was ok. That made sure he was taken care of, that would help Eddie clean himself up.

She was his light at the end of the tunnel.

He walked back to Harrisons room and kinda searched for clean clothes through the dresser. He did infact stumble on a Metallica baby onesie, and his mind was made up. He grabbed the item, some pants and a diaper and ran back to her room and smiled at the site of her holding Harrison in her arms wrapped in a towel. He was laughing while she blew raspberries on his chest laughing herself.

Eddie took the site in smiling. Her dimples showed, hair flowing and she was just a site to see.

And he thought to himself that he was going to make it his mission to show her that trying again was the right choice.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie stranger things #joe quinn #stranger things #eddie munson stranger things #joesph quinn

[murasaki-sama]

My last 36hrs or so.

Woke up early, doctor's appointment.

Went back to sleep.

Woke up, went to estate sale. Bought furniture.

Came home.

Went to estate sale again (same one). Bought more furniture, so much we couldn't fit it all in the car.

Went home with the plan to wake up early and get a trailer to fit the new furniture.

Remembered I had other plans early in the morning, quickly recalculated and made it all work by planning to get up -even earlier- to get it all done.

Ate dinner, sorted through a years worth of unopened mail belonging to my father, read some manga.

Move around a lot of furniture to make room for new incoming furniture.

Completely failed to sleep at all, despite many attempts.

"woke up" (aka gave up on sleep and said fuck it, lets drink 4 cups of black tea instead).

Had tea, read more manga.

Went to get trailer; drove to estate sale.

Loaded up furniture.

Bought even more furniture.

(I am a sucker for a good bookcase, what can I say?)

Came home, unloaded all new furniture.

Now with an additional passenger (my twin sister) and with trailer still attached to car, drove to outdoor board game flea market.

Got a bit lost, even with a map, and went around a very annoying shopping center parking lot, found street fair.

Went through whole thing at crazy speed (with a rollator walker and disabled me, so like, a very slow crazy speed), looking only to replace board games I had lost in the storage fire thing that happened.

Found 2 of them, but didn't buy the first one because it was at the second table I saw, and I wanted to see what other games their were, and then I went and bought things and I couldn't afford the first game anymore, so I didn't go back for it and yeah I'm annoyed at me!

Bought: 1) one board game to replace a missing board game. 2) a multicolored 3d printed turtle Creature (#tod the turtle pics coming soon!) 3) a game for my twin because she was begging, and 4) 8 volumes of a manga because a) it was there, b) its a really good manga, and c) apparently I had bought my twin sister the first 3 volumes already so 4-11 seemed like a quick and easy xmas gift?

Failed to buy the two Pirates of the Caribbean games (even if one of them monopoly). ((and the other game I found to replace what I'd lost but I already explained that).

Drove from board game fleamarket to international market (trailer still attached), to randomly surprise my best friend and her mother who were going to be there around that time. (Also it was like 2-3 miles from the flea market so it worked out).

Proceeded to have me, my dad, and my twin sister waltzing around the store buying xmas chocolate, candy and tea (normal and xmas varieties!) like crazy people with three different carts (well...two carts and a rollator walker chair thing) while waiting for friend.

Gave up waiting for friend and stashed myself in the tea section. While writing a text to friend's mom (whole other story), saw friend nearly slip past me!

Walked up behind her and said "I forgot your clothes".

More fun (and much more chocolate) was had at the international market.

Drove home.

Spent and hour or two trying to corral my family into moving furniture from upstairs to downstairs and from one part of the garage to another.

Loaded up the trailer more, then sent family off to take it all to storage and then return trailer.

Finally, permission to sleep!

(24hrs or so since last sleep, which was like a 2hr nap; I have chronic fatigue so I sleep like 14-18hrs a day? on a good day.)

Went upstairs.

Moved more furniture! I could have ignored it! Any of it! All 3 of it!

but no.

Moved it anyway.

now....can I sleep at last?

(had to type this up first sooooo probably not?)

#personal #i have been soooo busy #no wonder i couldn't sleep #i had so much to do! #if i wanted to get my “sit at the computer and read manga for 8hrs” in #i had to use my sleep time #i also had 4 cups of tea. and have adhd. and am on strattera #which makes the caffeine like...actually work???? ... for like the first time #soooooooo probably SUPER DUPER HYPED #right now #or something #anyway #tod the turtle #who is either a them or a she not sure #def not a he #i will post pics of her/them later #plus my other desk critters #none of whom have names #yet #that damned #storage fire #piece of shit #ruined so much #but i got my 3rd hugger mugger out of it soooooo #eh #also two new bookcases! #one less dresser! (optional/not from fire) #less drawers is always a win #i need to stop typing and fucking sleeop #oh i hope my sleep drugs/meds help me

[cherrypeaking]

good morning baby~ 🥺🥺🩵 i missed you!

i hope you slept well! and i hope you’re feeling better ;; i’m sending you tumtum rubs and kisses 🥺🩵🩵 if period cramps were a person i would fight them in your honor and win!! >:(

i passed out in bed a little after when you went to sleep and just woke up an hour ago lol 😭😭 hair appointments are more exhausting than i remember 😭

i haven’t stopped thinking about how pretty you sounded singing blue flame on our call the other day so here’s a tyunkkura blue flame moodboard :D

i know you said i don’t have to get dolled up for you and you don’t have to get dolled up for me either since you’re always so beautiful to me 🥺🥺 but after getting some stuff in the mail today the thought of wearing something just for you makes me so excited, it’s for your eyes only after all~ 🤭🩵 (i know we were literally just talking about getting rid of excess clothes in our closets but ANYWAYYY)

i loved putting on makeup together that was so cute you looked sooo pretty my love 🥺🥺🩵🩵 i love the way lip gloss looks on you i wanna kiss it off of you 🥺🥺

i love you so much baby~ the urge to hold you and kiss you grows stronger with every passing day 🥺🩵 i love you and i want you my baby love~ mwah mwah >3< 🩵🩵

mommyyy i missed you too 🥺🥺🩷

aaaah it sucks that i can’t see when you sent the ask >< i just wanted to know when you woke up basically hehe 👉👈🩷 i can imagine it was tiring even if you were sitting being at the hair salon takes forever :/ but your hair looks beautiful and you seem way more comfortable this way 🥹🥹🩷

thank you so much for fighting the period cramps away for me my sweet 🥺 i usually get them for the first day only so i’m very lucky 🥲 just feel bloated now ugh ;; and eepy 🥲

the moodboard is so beautiful my love >\\\< i’m glad you liked me singing blue flame it’s my favorite song of le sserafim 🥹🩷

hehehe at the excess clothes and i’m telling you while trying to look for panties i could wear for my period i was getting frustrated at all the clothes 🥲 but omg;;; now i remember the pic you sent of what you meant to wear for me during video call and i’m 😳 i’m still watching the series and one of the main character’s friends is trying her wedding dress and i kept thinking about you 🥺🩷

you’re so sweet mommy >\\\\< i wanna kiss the makeup off of you~ i love you even more i wish i could hold you 🥺🥺🩷 i need mommy in my arms 🥺🥺

#crystal gem 💎 #you definitely don’t have to doll yourself up for me 🥺🥺 #but i get it sometimes i wanna wear things just for you >\\\\< i wanna do it too 👉👈🩷 #my beautiful mommy 🥺🥺 i’m so happy with you my sweetie pie 🥺🩷 #i hope you’re well at the moment 🥺🥺🩷 #my crystal clarity 🥺😚🩷💎

[faghubby]

PLAYING A DANGEROUS GAME PART 2

Tori was getting dressed I watched as she applied her makeup, she wore a red lace thong with a matching bra that lifted her breast. She also had on a garter and matching stockings. She had bought it special for tonight.

"Now I don't want you playing with yourself" Tori told me. "Also I don't know when I will be home, I will let you know so no need to call or text" she slipped on a little black dress. It hugged her curves and barely covered her perfect ass. She put several condoms in her purse. Then slid on her 3 inch heels. She placed a bag on the bed from the closet.

"This is for you" She kissed me on the cheek and left. She was off to meet John for drinks and maybe sex. We had discussed this alot in the last few weeks. I had assured her that I was ok with it a hundred times.

I opened the bag. Inside was a matching bra and panty set to the one she was wearing except in pink. Along with the stockings and garter.

I put it all on. I had never worn stockings they felt amazing. In the bottom of the bag I found a box. On the box it read

IF YOUR FEELING ADVENTUROUS

In the box I found a butt plug and lube. It didn't seem very big and I was very horny. The front of my panties was already wet. I applied lube to my hole and to the plug. It felt alot bigger as I pushed it into my ass. Tori had only been gone 20 minutes and as the plug finally slipped all the way in. I came in my panties. I felt totally ashamed my wife was out fucking my friend and I was dressed in lingerie and had cum by shoving a cock in my ass. I spent the next two hours searching the internet. Reading all about cuckold and sissies, was I gay? The more I looked the more I didn't know.

I kept the plug in and still wore the dirty panties. When I got a text from John.

/finished sent her back/ with a pic of Tori naked with cum on her tits and her pussy looked red and swollen. Tori walked I the door 10 minutes later. I meet her in the hall. She laughed out loud when she noticed the dry cum that discolored my panties. She dropped her dress she was naked underneath. She smacked my butt and I moaned as she pushed the plug in. Again she laughed

"I am going to shower" She told me. She paused looking for my reaction.

"I had thought about letting you have me first but am too sore" She added. I waited till the shower started then bought her in her robe.

"Tori?, I was um" I started

"I know you have alot to discuss, Paul. Can it wait till the morning?" She asked popping her head out of the shower.

"Of course" I responded. As Tori got out I dried her and helped her with her robe. She laid on the bed and I rubbed lotion all over her as she drifted off to sleep.

I couldn't sleep and went downstairs to watch TV. I fell asleep still dressed with the plug in my ass. I woke early and showered removed the plug and got dressed. When I went to get underwear I found Tori had replaced it all with panties. I put on a pink bikini cut with little flowers on them and a delicate lace trim something a woman may wear everyday I thought. Is that how Tori now saw me as a woman. I had picked them I thought did I want to be a woman. With mixed emotions and thinking Tori didn't need me anymore. I went to make her breakfast. I would make her see that she needed me.

I bought her a simple breakfast in bed, and crawled between her legs and started to eat her. She roused and moaned. She sat up and waited for me to adjust as she ate her breakfast I ate her.

"Baby, you love eating my cheating pussy don't you?" Tori teased her foot slid under me and rubbed my hard cock through my shorts.

"Which pretty panties are you wearing?" She laughed. I never lifted my head.

"You like your new panties?" She asked I licked her asshole to tell her I did.

"You cam in your panties last night. After I told you not to" Tori stated pulling my head up.

"I didn't mean too, It was the plug" I said in barely a whisper. Totally ashamed I couldn't even look up.

"I see" She giggled. She let go of my hair and I went back to pleasing her.

"John last night really did a good job of fucking me. I came so many times I lost count" She told me. "I want to see him again" She added. She lifted my head again.

"Yes, see him again" I told her.

"What do you want from me? I love you and want to make you happy" She said rubbing my cheek. I tried to just go back to pleasing her. But she pulled me up towards her. I laid next to her.

She pulled down my shorts and rubbed my panties before pulling out my hard cock she sucked it right down her throat. She pulled off to remove a pubic hair from her mouth then went back to sucking my cock. I came quickly. She sat up and showed me my cum in her mouth then leaned forward as to kiss me. I kissed her deeply as she fed me my cum. She said nothing just got up to use the bathroom. Then she got dressed. I got up and decided to shower. In the shower I thought about how she had gotten a hair I her mouth. And how my hair stuck out of my panties and I shaved my pubic hair.

"What is taking so long" Tori asked as she walked into the bathroom.

"Oh I see, are you going to shave your legs too?" She cooed. Then left me. I spent the next hour shaving off all my body hair. Having to wait for more hot water twice. The more I did the more it excited me. When I finished I rubbed Tori's lotion all over my body. I picked the series panties from my drawer I had a matching bra so I put that on as well. I stood in a lace pink thong with a matching bra. I was about to put on some basketball shorts when Tori walked in.

"Nooo, not those ugly shorts" She told me. Instead she went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of her shorts. She ran her hands across my smooth ass.

"Wear these instead. The shorts where white I had always admired her ass when she wore them. They where short and cupped her ass,

She held them for me as I stepped into them.

"You want make you my sissyboi. Don't you?" She didn't have me answer instead she got me one of her spaghetti strap tee shirts. It was also white. I realized you could see the pink bra and panties through the white outfit. She sat me at her makeup table.

"You look so hot" she told me. She brushed my hair.

"If I had a dick I would fuck you right now" She told me

"Would you like that? A big cock like John's fucking you? She askdd

I didn't answer instead she stopped and went to her nightstand and pulled out a new butt plug. It was larger then the one last night.

"Do you want this?" She cooed. I just lowered my head.

"Open your mouth" She said and pushed it into my mouth.

"Real men want their cocks sucked too" She told me. Pulling me to my feet. She bent me over the bed and spread my legs. She once again walked away.

"Pull down your cute shorts and panties" She told me. I did and she applied lube to my hole working her finger in and out. Taking the plug from my mouth she lubed it as well and pushed into my ass.

"Pull up your panties" as I did Tori noticed my dick was leaking.

"We cant have you walking around in wet panties" She went into the bathroom and returned with a pantyliner. "Since you like thongs I will have to get you some just for thongs" She told me putting in my panties. And pulling up my shorts. She rubbed the front of the shorts

"Look not even a bulge from your little dick" She giggled. She had never called it small before but compared to John I couldn't argue.

She took several pics of me with her phone.

"How are you felling?" She asked.

"Very femine" I told her.

"Is that good?" She asked. I nodded

"Its very exciting" I told her.

"Would you like me to make love to you like a woman?" She asked

"I did that in college to my roommate, did I ever tell you? About my lesbian roommate? I am going to buy a big cock to fuck you with"

"You are my new lesbian wife" she told me. "Are you still going to mow the lawn today?" She giggled. I looked at her in horror.

"No, why don't you go wash the windows instead" She told me. As I washed the windows Tori mowed the grass in bikini so all real men could admire her she told me.

That night over dinner

"I am going to start fucking John on a regular bases. He is my lover now. Don't worry I have use for a female lover as well. You can dress how you like but I want you to always wear panties." She told me.

Tori saw John once sometimes twice a week, I kept doing the household chores in a strange way showing her my worth to her. I stayed smooth of any body hair and wore not only panties but often borrowing her clothes. One night she came home from being with John.

"Would you like to eat John's cum out of me?" She asked out of the blue. She didn't wait for me to answer instead just spread her legs and allowed me to. It was thicker and much stronger tasting then my own. When I finished. She just went to the bathroom. When she emerged from the bathroom she only wore a strapon cock. It looked huge. About 8 inches long and thick.

"I always suck John's cock first" She told me offering her cock to me. I leaned over and took her cock in my mouth.

"Yeah baby suck my big cock you faggot" She told me. She pulled my hair making me take more. She gagged me over and over. Finally she let me go and I fell back.

"Up on all fours bitch" She told me. I did she pulled my panties off and lubed my ass.

"Those plugs you like so much have made your hole so ready for this. She applied lube to her cock. She worked the tip in slow. But with in a few minutes she was driving her cock balls deep in and out.

"You like my new cock, baby?" She asked I just moaned as I came all over the bed.

"Is that what you wanted baby? Do you like big cock?" Tori laughed.

Tori continued to see John, I spent many nights cleaning his cum from her. A few times a month Tori would peg me until I collapsed.

She teased me constantly, about being her sissy boi. She also would take me shopping for new panties or sometimes a dress. Making me try everything on before buying it. John also was not one to keep a secret. Telling mutual friends about fucking Tori. Or that I wore panties. It even made I back to my mother that I was a sissy bitch. Tori would just laugh about it.

"No one is lying are they?" She asked me.

"No" I answered. The very next day, she dressed me in skinny jeans and a belly shirt and took me to a gay bar. We met up with a man she knew Tom. When he got up to use the rest room Tori turned to me

"I want to watch you suck his cock" She told me. I looked at her in horror. But when Tom returned he quickly took control. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his thigh. I felt his cock growing. When I didn't remove my hand he kissed me. A few minutes later he led me out the door. Tori paid the bill and followed. He had me sit in the back seat of the car with him as Tori drove. Tom pulled out his cock and forced my head down. I was soon sucking his cock like I sucked Tori's toy. It was not as big as her toy. But the taste and smell was erotic.

I had not even realized, that we had stopped moving. Before Tom suddenly stiffened and filled my mouth with his cum. I swallowed it as fast as I could. I looked up and Tori had been watching. Embarrassed I could not look at her. I realized we where at a motel. Tori handed Tom a room key.

"Paul, it's time you took a real cock" She told me. Tom took my hand and helped me out of the car. He wrapped his arm around me and led me to the room. Tom quickly undressed. Just them Tori entered the room with two other men. One was a mountain of a man. Reminded me of a football player the other short average built black man. The black man kissed me and started to undress me. I was soon naked wearing only my cage. The black man named Alec bent me over the desk in the room. He didn't wait just worked his cock in to my ass with nothing more then a little spit. I looked over to see Tori riding the large man cowgirl style. Alec whispered in my ear.

"You want to try that?" He pulled out and laid on the other bed, I knew what was expected and climbed on top of him and rod his big thick black cock. Alex fucked me with a steady rhythm till he filled with my ass with his sperm. Alec pulled me down to clean his cock. As he does Tom waste no time on pushing his cock into my used hole. I turned and looked over to see Tori watching as the monster of a man. Spooned her. Tom didn't stop until until he added his cum to Alec's in my ass. Tom, Alec and the large man all got dressed and left. Tori presented her cum filled pussy for me to clean.

"Well now your a faggot. I don't have to ask if you liked it" Tori told me.

[ellaintrigue]

I tried Hinge for the first real time, the last time the app didn't work. I thought Hinge had a good reputation but I only had 3 matches in 2 days and apparently it's rachet like the less reputable apps. Oh well, I can barely tap at a cellphone anyway. Prefer POF and shit I can use on my laptop.

The crab joke isn't so much offensive as just showing lack of intelligence. It's like how for years when I first joined online dating, guys would comment on pics of me with my cats and say, "let me pet that pussy." It's a bad look when you are A, disrespectful, B, unoriginal, and C, insist you're funny the whole time. I can't stand basic dudes, not even when I was a teenager.

As for that last screenshot, I feel that recently all I do is complain about single dads. But this morning I woke up and reflected on how parenthood used to be a part of life and not a NEGATIVE main theme. I dated single fathers who focused on me and were about living their best life. They loved their kids and took care of them but could even things out.

Even my mom, struggling with me as a very problematic child with learning disabilities, she still maintained relationships with her friends and didn't sink into negativity.

I need to make sure my mental health stays on point and not whine about my ex or overshare about my mom's passing. I don't even want to do those things honestly but they do pop up. People don't want to hear that stuff, just like people don't want to hear about you complaining about how hard being a single parent is over and over and how much you hate your ex.

It's all I see on dating sites anymore. This martyrdom of "my kid is my world and my ex sucks, you will be last." I got messaged by a random on Facebook the other week, a friend of a friend, and he was a little flirty. Now if you come at me random and it isn't on a dating site there's like 1% chance I'll find you attractive, but I am down for conversations. And he sent me a picture of him with his 12 year old daughter and said, "she only wants me to be with her mom still and she will be mean to any woman that tries to be with me."

What self-respecting woman wants to deal with that negativity?

I told my dad about this and he surprisingly said he knew multiple men who had daughters that scared away their dates because they were pampered by their fathers.

It seems like all these single fathers want to date but then dismiss the women as soon as their little princess (or prince) pouts. I would gladly date my ex Joe again if there had been more superficial attraction, and he had 3 kids. I would date my friend Chris who has 3 kids too. Because they didn't let their kids dictate their lives and made time for EVERYONE in their lives.

People say, "but my kid comes first" and I can't disagree but last year I talked to yet another single father of 3. And I told him I don't date single dads because I get put last and he said that actually that's wrong. And that you can be a parent and still make your partner a main priority. Because when you make your partner your rock and trust them then that is good for your children as well.

I was shocked because no one has ever given me that take on things before. Everyone just screams "MY KID COMES FIRST, DEAL WITH IT." To me it just comes down on everyone being selfish, either for themselves if childfree, or for their kids. Because while it may seem reasonable to cater to your child, when you bring another human being into the situation and withhold a true emotional connection to "protect" the child you are just using them. You just want the sex, your feelings catered to, and someone to vent to. You aren't prioritizing them, you're just a user.

#Hinge #Dating #Screenshot #Disrespect

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Saturday Morning

Summary: Y/N and Harry spend a lovely Saturday in bed. 

Genre: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF and a “Two for the Show” extra!! 

Word Count: 2.5K!

A/N: Two for the Show is by far my favorite and the most popular fic I’ve ever written and I just missed my babies so much I had to write an extra for them!! I owe my heart to my loves S @tobesolonely​ and Nat @harrystylescherry​ for reading this for me and reassuring me when I needed it!! I am very rusty so please be nice! You can find more of my writing in my masterlist and I really want to hear what you have to say about this one!!! Also hi soph <3 @theharriediaries

**Read Two for the Show first**

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Saturday mornings had always been Y/N’s favorite.

When she was little, she always woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon coming from the kitchen up the hall (courtesy of her father being an early riser who always got a bit bored in the mornings). As she got older, she spent them sleeping in and trying to recharge from long days at school, basking in whatever peace she could get before exiting her room into the chaos of her loving--but crowded--household. When she got to college, Saturday mornings were reserved for dealing with hangovers, and once she moved to LA and her career began to take off, it was the only time she had for herself in her busy schedule.

Her love for Saturdays had only grown since she had moved in with Harry.

They always woke up slowly, basking in the quiet of their bedroom and the soft glow created by the light that streamed through the small crack in their blackout curtains. The pair were often a tangle of limbs by the morning, pressed together as close as they possibly could get, both of them feeling at their most relaxed when they could feel their partner’s heartbeat against their own. Sometimes someone woke up with an elbow to the ribs, but most of the time Y/N’s cheek was pressed up against Harry’s shoulder, her face buried into his neck, with his arm draped around her waist and tightly holding her to him like she might roll away in the middle of the night.

That morning she woke up to Harry’s curls tickling her nose. He had been growing them out slightly, letting them fall to a middle part that gently flicked out at the bottom. It reminded her of when he had hosted SNL a few years prior and she adored it. It was just the right length to sink her fingers into and hold on to him. But she did not appreciate it pulling her out of her beauty sleep.

She had wiggled away from the wispy hairs, trying to get her face away from the tickling strands when she felt Harry’s hands clamp down on her waist, refusing to let his girl slip away from his grasp.

“Stay,” he rasped, clearly still half asleep and mumbling in a way she knew no one else could have understood. “You’re warm.”

“I’m not leaving,” she murmured, maneuvering her way onto her other side and pressing her back against his chest. “Just adjusting.”

“But I like holding you that way.”

“Hold me this way.”

“Yes, sir,” he smirked against the back of her neck, delicately placing a few kisses to her skin while he was there. “You just wanted to be the little spoon.”

A sleepy but mischievous smile crawled onto her lips as she snuggled further into her pillow, eyes still closed in hopes of keeping the day away just a little bit longer. “Maybe I did. What are you going to do about it?”

The second his hands moved to her waist she knew what was about to happen. A squeal left her lips as his fingers began to move rapidly at her sides, pulling loud and boisterous laughter from her chest. Sleep was a dream of the past now, but she was sure she wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.

When Harry was gone--either on tour, work trips, or the occasional solo visit to see his family--she missed him like crazy. She still remembers the empty heartache she felt when he had gone on the next leg of the tour without her when they were still brand new. She had to be in LA for her now exploding career (thanks Harry), but daily phone calls and incessant texting could only do so much when the person she was quickly falling in love with--for real this time--was on another continent. By some miracle, she had made him feel the same way about her as she did him through a screen.

She always felt like he had taken a piece of her with him when he was gone. He did if you counted the small hidden tattoo of her first initial that had found its way onto his ribs after their (actual) two year anniversary.

The feeling of missing him never left when he was gone. She imagined he felt the same whenever she was on tours or work trips of her own.

While her body fought against his tickling touch, her heart melted into it. These moments, on (usually) quiet saturday mornings, meant the world to her. This was a time that was just theirs, belonging to no one else but them. Their joy and love took place in private, as privacy became something the couple had been increasingly possessive of as of late.

Harry’s loud and giddy laughter behind her sounded like a perfect melody and she could feel his chest heaving against her back as he rolled onto his back and brought her with him. Their comforter was now tangled around them, wrapping the pair together in a way neither of them could move with Y/N’s thrashing. He finally ended his torture when she whezed out between giggles that she was going to pee herself.

“Okay, I’ll stop,” he relented, letting his hands leave her sides to reach them across his stomach and hold her body tightly on top of his. “We both know how you pee your pants.”

“Harry Edward Styles, it happened one time three years ago after nearly an entire bottle of tequila! How long are you going to hold onto that and bring it up?”

“Until it’s not funny anymore,” he snickered.

“You know what’s also funny? When you got so sloshed you were crawling under tables at the BRITs. Or that time that you got so drunk that you sent  Jeff a dick pic by accident because you thought you were sending it to me. Or that other time-”

“That’s enough!” he announced, playfully clamping a hand down over her mouth, and releasing her mouth and a disgusted ‘blegh’ when she ran her tongue up his palm.

“Behave Styles,” she teased as she inched her way up his body, resting her head on his shoulder and snaking her fingers up into his hair, giving it a gentle tug as a warning.

“You know I like it when you pull my hair like that, so how about you behave, Styles?”

“That’s Y/L/N-Styles to you,” she teased, but she couldn’t fend off the giant grin that found its way to her lips at the mention of their still very recent nuptials.

The wedding had been small, very small, with only their immediate families and best friends in attendance. While their relationship had started in (and for) the focus of the public eye, they both decided their wedding was going to be just between them and those that mattered most. They didn’t wear their rings in public and no magazines had leaked or published that they were married yet. The day that it became public information was inevitable, but at the moment, the two relished in their little secret.

She felt a swell of love within her as she thought about her husband, sliding out of his grip and onto the bed beside him so she could finally see his face. His eyes were always a little puffy in the morning, a sight shadow of stubble decorating his cheeks if he had shaved the morning prior, but his tired smile was always the same. His pink lips lazily perked up to the left, his deep dimple appearing as if to say ‘good morning,’ and his two front teeth that always reminded her of an adorable bunny made their first appearance of the day. His smile usually disappeared quickly though, morphing into a pout and asking for a kiss.

How could she ever say no?

She settled a hand onto his bare chest and propped herself up to reach her lips to his. Their mouths moved with a well practiced gentle love and passion for each other, Harry’s hands coming to rest on her heating cheeks. She moved herself over him, settling her knees on either side of hips, never breaking their lips apart.

Kissing him was her favorite activity and with five years of practice, they were really good at it by now, but the swirling electricity that always appeared never failed to bring a flush to her cheeks. She could never get used to him. He was intoxicating and she never wanted to sober up.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud grumble coming from Harry’s stomach and Y/N pulled her lips from his and threw her head back with a loud belly laugh she just couldn’t contain.

“You good?” she teased down at him, lightly poking at his bare stomach right below her favorite butterfly.

His cheeks flushed slightly as he dramatically hung his head and flashed his best puppy-dog eyes at her with a silent plea to feed him. “I think I’m hungry.”

“You can be hungry but I’m not getting out of bed to make you breakfast.”

“Well, I’m not getting out of bed either,” his eyebrow quirked. “Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want your morning coffee that you say I don’t make right?”

She pretended to think about it for a moment. “I’m willing to risk shitty coffee if I get to stay in this bed.”

“I will do anything you want other than getting out of this bed right now.”

“Anything?” she questioned with a raised eyebrow and a curious lilt in her voice. She was quickly answered with an eager knod. He obviously thought this was some sort of sexual request by the smirk that rose to his face. “You have to clean the litter box until I decide I’ve been properly paid back for your veggie omelet and tea.” His face fell.

“That’s your job!”

“Exactly why I don’t want to do it.”

“I’ll do literally anything else.”

“My one offer. Take it or leave it?”

“Leave it,” he said with a theatrical pout and crossed his arms over his chest. She was momentarily distracted by the way his tattoos moved over his muscular and tan arms for a moment, but shook herself from the thought and steeled herself in her stubbornness.

The two shared an intense look for a moment, both of them deciding whether or not they would press the issue further. With a sigh and slight roll of her eyes, she stuck out her hand towards him.

“We go on ‘shoot’ and none of your ‘best two out of three’ bullshit.”

As childish as it felt, Rock, Paper, Scissors had become their way of negotiating most of their disagreements over the years. It was a lighthearted game of chance, and while it sometimes led to a few minutes of frustration for the losing party, it worked for them and stopped arguments before they could happen. Interviewers often thought it was a joke when they answered the usual “secrets to a happy relationship” question, but it couldn’t be more truthful.

“Fine, we play by your rules.”

Their fists dropped down to their opposite palms three times, before both called “shoot.” She had gone for rock. Harry had gone for paper.

A loud combination of a whine and a groan left her lips and she dramatically let her body fall off of his and back onto her side of the bed.

“Fair is fair, my love,” he playfully taunted. “I would like my veggie omelette and I’m thinking I could go for some green tea this morning.”

“I will be getting you back for this,” she grumbled as she began to drag herself off the bed and away from it’s cozy warmth. She slipped his go to Columbia black hoodie over her head and took a pouty deep breath. It would have been more dramatic but she was distracted by how good the sweatshirt smelled. It smelled like home.

“I love you so so much,” he defended, opening his arms wide to grab her for one last kiss before she ventured down to the kitchen.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled against his lips. “I love you too.”

She sulked out of their bedroom towards their kitchen (not before Harry swatted at her butt that was barely covered by the sweatshirt) and began to hold up her end of their deal. The cold tile nipped at her toes as she made them both omelettes and bopped along to the music she had instructed their Alexa to play. She fixed herself a morning coffee (that Harry really did always screw up somehow) and rummaged through their cabinet until she found her husband’s special order of green tea.

“Come get your breakfast, princess,” she shouted up the stairs when she was finished and after pausing her music.

“No breakfast in bed?”

“You are not getting eggs on our new--very expensive--sheets. Come down here and give me another kiss.”

She heard a whine of “fine” come from their bedroom followed by the padding of feet. Harry appeared at the top of the stairs moments later, rubbing at his eyes like a sleepy child and she just wanted to pull him into her arms and run her fingers through his hair until he fell back asleep. He pecked her lips softly when he reached the bottom of the stairs, but killed it when he called her a “breakfast tyrant.”

Y/N followed him back into the kitchen and watched him plop his still sleepy body into one of the high chairs at their kitchen island in front of his plate and his favorite mug that read “Coffee has a rough time in our house. It gets mugged every single morning!” She hooked an arm around his shoulders and slid herself onto his lap, sipping on her coffee as she waited for his opinion on his breakfast.

“It’s always better when you make it,” he smiled at her and pressed an eggy kiss to her cheek.

“You always say that,” she smirked back at him, only causing his smile to grow. “Oh, I almost forgot. Alexa, resume music.” He gave her a faux frustrated stare as he recognized what song she had been playing.

“And when we go crashing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style!” rang out from the small speaker on their counter and she laughed so hard she would have slipped off his lap if his arm wasn’t wrapped firmly around her waist.

“How long are you going to hold onto that and bring it up?”

“Until it’s not funny anymore,” she used his own words from this morning against him with a cheeky smile.

“You are so lucky I love you so much.”

“And I love you more,” she mumbled against his lips, bringing her smirk with her into their kiss.

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