#cherrys 1 year celly

[cherrycola27]

Other Uses

This was inspired by this ask for my 2k celly!

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI

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You remember the day you met Robert Floyd. You'd just come to California to help open a new branch of your law firm, and you were celebrating a job well done with some of your friends at a Navy bar one of them knew.

You'd immediately spotted him, a wallflower amongst his friend group. He was shy, quiet, and reserved. Just your type. Most people would think that someone like you, a cut throat lawyer who'd been compared to Hades more times than you cared to count, would be drawn to someone loud and in your face.

But just how Hades longed for a breath of spring in Persephone, you desired someone to complete you. Reel you in and bring you back to earth when you became too much.

And that's exactly what Robby did. You'll never forget the look on his face when you confirmed that you were, in fact, talking to him. You spent all night getting to know him. Two days later, he was taking you on a date.

You were now three months into your relationship, and Robby's birthday was approaching. You planned to take him out of town and get a nice hotel suite and hopefully cross that final line in your relationship.

You had suspected that Bob didn't have much experience in the bedroom. What you hadn't expected was for him to almost shamefully admit to you that he was a virgin after the two of you had been making out on your couch and he'd cum in his pants.

You took his face in your hands and told him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and whenever he was ready, you would cross that line together.

These past two weeks, Bob had been getting bolder when he kissed you. Touching you, pulling your hair, trying to dominate the kiss. You knew that he was ready.

This weekend, the two of you would be alone, and Robby would be all yours, to kiss, to love, to corrupt, to enjoy.

You were giddy the whole drive to La Jolla. You sat in the passenger seat of Bob's truck singing along to a playlist you'd made just for the occasion.

You were beaming when you checked in the hotel, and you were practically bouncing up and down in the elevator and down the hallway to your room. As soon you slid the key into the lock, you were practically dragging your Bob into the room.

He quickly rolled in the luggage and took in the suite.

"Wow, Honeybee, this is amazing. There is only one problem." He said as he faced you.

"What? What's wrong?" You asked him, slightly panicked.

"There is only one bed. Where are we both going to sleep?" He asked you. You threw your head back and chuckled. "We are going to share. We are a couple." You reminded him.

"Right." He said as a blush crept across his cheeks. "Well, it does look pretty comfortable. We should be able to sleep pretty well on it." He says. You can't help but laugh at your clueless boyfriend.

"Oh, Robby, there are so many more things that we can use it for other than sleeping. How about I show you." You purred into his ear as you lead him further into the hotel room.

Bob swallowed thickly as you pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. You kissed him a few times before stepping back and pulling your sundress over your head.

Bob's eyes went wide as you revealed a black lace bodysuit with some tasteful cutouts. He swallowed thickly as you sank to your knees in front of him. You made quick work of his belt, and when you tapped his hips, he lifted them so you could bring his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. You licked your lips as you looked at it. He was long and thick and girthy, with pretty veins wrapping around it. The tip was flushed, the same shade of pink that spread across his cheeks.

"Has anyone ever given you a blow job, Robby?" You asked him as you peered up at him through your lashes.

"N—no." He stuttered out. A wicked smile spread across your red lips before you leaned forward and licked the vein that ran from the base to the tip.

And long groan left his lips as you did so. Determined to see what other sounds you could draw from him, you kitten licked the head, lapping up beads of precum before taking the tip between your lips.

You bobbed your head further down his length, swallowing around him once you reached the neat thatch of hair at his base.

His hips bucked involuntarily, causing you to gag. You moaned at the sensation, hoping he would do it again, but Bob was too polite. You grabbed one of his white knuckled hands and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers tangled in your hair, but he was still frozen as you pleasured him.

You pulled off of him completely and told him, "Robby, you can be a little rough with me. I want you to fuck my face. Okay?" He sucked in a breath and nodded.

You resumed your work, and soon, his hips were bucking into your mouth, and both of his hands tangled in your hair. Bob couldn't stop the cries of pleasure from leaving his mouth as you worked him faster and faster.

"Honeybee, I'm gonna—" but Bob didn't have time to finish his warning before he was shooting thick, hot ropes of his salty cum down your throat.

You swallowed and pulled off of him before sticking out your tongue and showing him that you'd taken all of his release. He looked at you mystified.

"Did you like that, Robby?" You asked him innocently.

"I fucking loved it, Honeybee." He growled as he pulled you into his lap. You moan. Bob rarely cursed, and hearing is pretty mouth say something filthy just did it for you. You quickly whipped his shirt off before he brought your lips together.

His hands roamed all over you body. Eagerly taking in the lace number you were wearing.

"Can I— can I taste you?" Bob asked. This time, you were the one caught off guard shaking your head.

Bob manhandled you on your back as you nestled against the pillows.

He took his time kissing down your body. Your gasps and moans and words of praise spurred him on. He spread your legs wide before settling between your thighs.

"Have you ever done this, Robby?" You ask him. "I tried with my last girlfriend, but I didn't know what I was doing, and she didn't like it." He admits sheepishly.

"It's okay, baby. I'll help you. I'll teach you to eat pussy like a king, but only for me." You smirk at him. He blushes, and you give him the go-ahead. He peppers a few kisses along your thighs before pulling the crotch of the bodysuit to the side.

He placed a few kisses along your glistening cunt before tentatively licking a broad swipe over your folds.

You let out a high-pitched whine. Bob looks up and checks for reassurances before continuing.

He licks your folds over and over before deciding to try something he saw in a porno. He uses his thumbs to open your folds before spitting directly on your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck, Robby!" You cry as you arch off the bed. "Was that bad?" He asks you with a panicked look.

"No, fuck, do it again baby." You tell him. Bob smirks at you before repeating the action.

You card your fingers through his hair to help guide him, but soon, Bob has your legs shaking as he buries his face in your sopping cunt.

You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, slightly afraid he won't get you there when Bob surprises you and sinks two of his thick fingers inside you and strokes your walls.

You can tell he's looking for your g-spot. Once he finds it. Like a good WSO, he zeros in on it and drags his calloused finger tips along it over and over again.

You grind your core against his face and grip his hair tighter before arching of the bed and crying out his name as you cum.

Bob emerges from your thighs with a dopey grin on his face.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You pant out.

"I watched some porn, and I may or may not have asked Phoenix for some pointers." He tells you. "Remind me to send her a fruit basket as a thank you." You chuckle as Bob slides up the bed to join you.

The two of you kisses for what seems like hours. "If you don't want to do anything else today, we can stop." You tell him. "I want to. I'm just—can you be on top? Please." He asks.

"Of course, Robby. Can you help me take this off?" You gesture to your bodysuit.

Bob nods eagrly as he tries to undo the laces of it. He fumbles with them as he hands shake with excitement before he accidentally rips the garment. A look of fear flashes across his face.

You laugh before telling him it's okay. He finishes ripping the entire thing off. You help him lay down on the bed before straddling his waist.

"Wait! Do we need protection?" Bob asks you.

"I'm clean, and I have an IUD. Are you comfortable without it?" You ask him. "Yes. Please. I want to feel you." Bob groans. You smile at him before rubbing your slick folds across the underside of his length.

He grips the sheets for dear life when you take his length into your hand before slowly sinking down on him. Even with his fingers helping to prep you, it's still a stretch. Bob is easily the biggest man you've ever been with.

Once you're fully seated on him, his hands come to your hips as both of you adjust.

You start our nice and slow with your pace. Gauging his reaction the whole time. Once you find a rhythm that has him a panting, mewling mess underneath you, you speed up and ride him with earnest. His grip on your hips tightens as you throw your head back.

"You look so pretty under me, Robby, like a fucking dream." You praise him. He's a sight to behold. A blush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears, glasses slightly askew, his brow knit, his mouth open and pretty sounds falling from it.

"Honeybee, baby." He groans out. "Yes?" You ask him.

"Can I— can I be on top now? Please?" Bob grits out.

You both whine when you still your hips. Bob sits up but moves a little too fast, causing the two of you to topple over. You land on your back with a oof. Bob's forehead accidentally bangs into yours, and you both laugh.

"Sorry." He mumbles. You reassure him that it's fine. He gives you a kiss on the lips before leaning back on his haunches.

Bob makes a few experimental thrusts before settling on wrapping both of your legs around his slim hips and pushing into your deeply. You can tell his trying to find your g-spot again because he is desperate to make you cum again.

He knows the moment he finds it because you're clawing at his back. He drags the fat head of his cock against it over and over again.

With each stroke, it feels like the tip kisses your cervix with how deep he is. You frantically claw at him and cry out his name over and over again.

"Robby! So close. Please!" You beg him. The truth is Bob is close, too. He's trying to hold out for you. One of his hands leaves its spot beside your head and he brings his thumb to your neglected clit.

"Me too, Bee. You feel so fukcing good." He pants out.

He draws tight circles on it, praying it is enough to get you there. His thrusts become sloppy as he loses his pace and hips stutter.

Bob can't fight it anymore and he cums deep inside of you, crying out your name. Your walls clench around him as his release triggers your own finish. They flutter around his cock as the milk him dry.

Bob collapses on top of you and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

You run your hands through his hair and sooth him with whispered praises as he comes down from his high. He's trembling in your arms.

The two of you stay like that until Bob can form real words.

"That was amazing, Bee. God, I love you. Thank you for being patient with me." Bob says as he kisses your nose a lips.

"Of course, Robby. It was wonderful. I love you too. Now, why don't we get a hot shower, and then we can cuddle." You say. Bob's face falls and he looks a little disappointed.

"Oh." He whispers. "Robby. What's wrong?" You ask.

"I was just hoping we could do it again. There were a few more positions I wanted to try." He grins.

You laugh and smile at him. "Okay, birthday boy. But let's pace ourselves. We have all weekend." You tell him.

Bob grins and reaches for you. It's a good thing that you didn't make any other plans for the two of you because neither of you leaves that suite for the entire weekend.

I wrote this for my "Dagger Deities Extravaganza" shout out to @withahappyrefrain for sending in the ask for this! The like to all the other blurbs can be found here

Tagging some folks who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @shanimallina87 @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @cassiemitchell @na-ta-sh-aa @milestellerlover @katieshook02 @mak-32 @je-suis-prest-rachel @soulmates8 @ohgodnotagainn @diorrfairy @eli2447 @xoxabs88xox @djs8891 @roosterbruiser @roosters-girl @sebsxphia @rosiahills22 @dempy @seresinsweetie @my-obsession-spn @eternalsams @callsign-magnolia @alchemxx @clancycucumber230 @lt-spork @multifandomlover4life @lewmagoo @bobfloydsbabe @bobfloydsbabe @ohtobeleah @rhettabbotts @bradshawsbaby

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[dartducks]

Talk Hockey to Me

Thank you sm for tagging me @mikathemad

(Forgive any mistakes in this am on my phone in bed rn)

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

Uhh I decided last year that it would be cool to have a sport that I was into and someone on my dash reblogged hockey so I checked it out (the fic before any actual games lol) and I was set

2. Your first ever fandom friend

Taxi Squad are the first mutuals I've had for any fandom in a long time, its been very fun :D

3. The jersey you would most want to own

Any Strome Capitals jersey tbh but in particular the cherry blossom jersey they did last year was super pretty. I'm waiting to see what this year's jersey designs are going to be like

4. YOUR player

Dylan Strome!! My boy!! He's got a home on the caps and he's happy and thriving which is so good to see.

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

I read this really good stromer/conor garland fic once which I loved so much and am obsessed with despite the fact that there are two fics total and they haven't been teammates for years. Whoops.

But also another pairing I love is rooperobo. There should be more of that. Please.

6. Your favourite on ice moment

Hartzy flopping onto spurge after a goal. The celly of all time. I can't believe they recalled that goal, on pride night too!

Also, that one goal by robo where he was just so tired and immediately fell over, slid into the boards and just laid there.

THEN

link somebody else's art/fic/ect that you love & think everyone should check out

"the best things are designed to stand the test of time" by beingothrwrldly is the dylan strome/conor garland one that I adore

And a roboroope one I love is "Get A Read On Me" by heartequals

I haven't written any hockey fic so there's nothing from me to add here lmao

As for the taglist, this is open to whoever wants to do it <3

#tag game! #this was very fun to do :)

[unacaritafeliz]

fic writer review

tagged by (one of my absolute favourite authors) @dameferre!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

94! I am slowly creeping closer to that 100!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

360, 929.

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

technically nine, but only seven for ao3 - check please, avatar the last airbender, miraculous ladybug, haikyuu, yuri on ice, 2gether the series & cherry magic

(more questions + tags under the cut!)

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

A slap to the face. (viktuuri)

Here in Your Arms (nurseydex)

Re-dib-flip (nurseydex)

It's (not) You (nurseydex)

New York at Christmastime (nurseydex)

anyone else miss the days when the check please fandom was active? i mean... i don't miss the racism i had to see every second of my life, but i do miss writing fic for the boys to combat that racism. and not hating canon!dex. i miss that too.

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

listen, why did ao3 make it so that author comments count towards the comment total? I always used to think it was cheating by artificially inflating your own comments now and I can't start now because how will i compare my fic if some of them have double comment counts? i know there are comment threads in statistics but consider - i don't care.

anyway i feel bad because i do feel as if more people would engage with me if i did respond but alas. maths brain won't shut up.

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

the only fic i've written with a sad ending is Goodbye (nurseydex) where Dex confesses to Nursey and gets rejected (rip). It was a prequel to another fic i was writing where they met 5 years after college and managed to get together but i... never wrote the follow up (which i started writing first)

7. do you write crossovers? if so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i write crossovers in that they are inspired by other media but not that characters from both media are present. I have 2 chapters of Checks, Chirps & Cellys (zukki set in the check please universe) up (and yes I am working on chapter three for the anniversary) and I have a Haikyuu x Cherry Magic crossover (kuroken!) ready to go up as soon as I have a free week to post.

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

yeah so in New York at Christmastime someone told me that it was "abuse" for Nursey's sister to threaten to leave Dex on the side of the road if he was mean to Nursey when the Nurse siblings offered to take Dex home for Christmas since he didn't wanna go to his own family (even though he had been a dick to nursey previously, as per canon). This person left me this comment on CHRISTMAS DAY which makes it better.

also it's not hate but i get a lot of "wow i love this fic which is weird because bi zuko seems so wrong!" which isn't hate but i do take it as hate <3. bi zuko rights but more than that just leave people alone if they ship something you don't. you don't need to tell them you don't ship their ships or disagree with their headcanons.

also also this wasn't on a fic but do y'all remember when the parse stan told me I was drinking the "cool-aid"? Truly my favourite fandom interaction.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

bitch please can you imagine?

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

lmao who would steal my rubbish

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

i have! Because I love Adrien too (Alya & Adrien) was translated into Russian! I also have two fics that have been podficced! It's Chow Time!! (Chowder-centric) and Adam J. Birkholtz and the case of the missing clothes (links to translations and podfics at the end of the work)

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Anne and I worked together on 2gether 4ever (sarawatine).

13. what’s your all-time fave ship?

y'all are picking favourite ships?

14. what’s a fic you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

okay so the 5+1 fic The long way home (zukki) won't get finished. I don't think I'll ever go back but I loved it so much. It was such a fun concept. It was basically sokka and suki being like "okay can we love you know?" and zuko being like "no! you can't! honour!" and sokka and suki being like "okay! how about now?"

i still want to work on Checks, Chirps & Cellys (zukki) and am trying my best to get chapter three chugging along but i think if we're being realistic... its been eleven months since chapter one and i'm only just starting on chapter three. i don't think we're gonna get to the end on this one gang (unless y'all wanna hang around until 2024)

15. what are your writing strengths?

i don't know what i'm doing i just write a bunch of words and sometimes they're good.

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

i don't know what i'm doing i just write a bunch of words and sometimes they're not good.

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on a fic?

i think it can be confusing to understand but i do occasionally throw in some better known words into my fic.

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

if we're counting unpublished, then pirates of the caribbean self-insert when i was ten. the first fandom i actually count is Miraculous Ladybug.

19. what is your favorite fic ever written?

I can't pick a favourite from my own fics so I'm interpreting this as my favourite fic by someone else and it is without a doubt A Mile Away by @dameferre. I remember reading it, a beacon of light in the messy racism that was the nurseydex fandom and just... everything felt right in the world for once.

tagging: @creativityobsessed, @admiralsushishin, @toriftw, @literalchineseperson, @hoenursey and @ambykinns

#thanks elle this was so fun #asks #(i guess)

[taww]

Quick Take: Audiovector R 3 Arreté & SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté

After moving to a much larger living space last summer, it became apparent that my fondness for large-scale orchestral music combined with the volume of my listening area (a 26’/8m long open space with 12’/3.7m ceilings) were going to be an insurmountable challenge for my current speakers, a rotation of the Silverline SR17 Supreme and Audiovector SR 1 Avantgarde Arreté. They actually both do an admirable job - the Silverline has the body and tone of a much larger speaker, and the little Audiovector is shockingly capable of energizing the space. But physics are physics, and as they say in the car business there’s no replacement for displacement. One simply needs to move more air in a larger room. And thus I’ve been on the hunt for a bigger, full-range speaker that can retain the virtues of my beloved monitors - the speed, the focus, the purity and lack of distractions - which is no easy feat, and generally requires a considerable jump in budget. There are many big speakers under $10k that can play plenty loud but in my experience they give up too much in the process. Which leads me to these two contenders from Audiovector, a brand that I discovered only a couple years ago but immediately latched onto. Could they deliver the big sound I was seeking without compromise? I took advantage of a work trip to California to visit the crew at Audiovision SF and give them a listen.

The Audiovector R Series

I was excited to see Audiovector announce a big update to their “SR” line last fall, with the SR 3 floorstander, SR 1 bookshelf, SR C center channel and SR S subwoofer all transitioned to “R” models. (I admit, I was also a little crestfallen given I had recently purchased an SR myself, but c’est la vie). Similar to in the car industry where technologies from concept and flagship cars trickle their way down to models you and I can afford, the R series incorporates ideas and learnings from Audiovector’s most recent top models - the R 11, R 8 and SR 6. Visually the differences are fairly subtle - they retain the same proportions and “boat” cabinet and sport the same basic driver complements - but look more closely and there are actually too many changes to enumerate here. Some highlights to me:

The Arreté models boast a number of features taken straight from the flagship R 8: their latest-and-greatest AMT tweeter; a carbon-fiber back plate to eliminate interactions with crossover magnetic fields; and “Freedom Grounding,” which purports to reduce distortion by grounding the driver frames directly to earth via a dedicated cable.

The woofer has a new cone material, still utilizing carbon fiber but sandwiched with an artificial wood resin, giving it a distinctly glossier finish.

While the enclosure looks nearly identical, it’s said to be a new construction that’s measurably stronger and more inert.

The “Avantgarde Arreté” top-model designation has been shortened to just “Arreté,” a welcome simplification (the old name was a mouthful, and easy to confuse with the lower Avantgarde model).

The base “Super” model has been dropped, logical given the QR series is covering the more affordable end of the market.

The honey-toned American Cherry finish has been replaced by Italian Walnut that’s much more amenable to current interior design tastes.

So why isn’t there an R 6? I have an email out to Audiovector CEO Mads Klifoth about this, but Antonio @ Audiovision thinks it’s probably a few years away, as the SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté was updated a couple years ago to a 2.0 version that incorporated some of the technologies that made it into the R line, and being a much more complex design it’ll take some time to improve on it with the latest tricks. This gave me a bit of pause considering a purchase now, but as you’ll read later the SR 6 remains plenty compelling in the here and now.

The Setup

My previous demos of Audiovectors at the shop utilized a Chord DAVE DAC feeding either Chord or Naim electronics wired with Nordost. This audition retained the DAVE, but with an interesting new wrinkle - a Gryphon Diablo 300 integrated amp (USD $16,000) wired with Audience FrontRow cables. I was pretty excited to hear the Gryphon as I’d read great things about it, and their mega-buck systems at shows always impressed. (Incidentally, I hear after pairing with Naim for many years, Audiovector now demos with Gryphon a lot in the EU.)

The Diablo integrated impressed, combining unflappable grip and composure with musical body and flow. Plenty of high-end integrateds claim to be as good as separates, but more often than not you're still left with a nagging feeling of compromise, often in terms of the range of dynamic and tonal color, the scale of the presentation and the blackness of backgrounds. The Diablo's performance in these areas was stellar and up there with some of the better separates I've heard. I could hear just a trace of that Gryphon darkness I've heard at shows - not a lack of brilliance or extension, but a very slightly chocolatey midrange and darkened soundstage that’s quite nice if a slight deviation from neutral. And while I hadn’t heard the Audience FrontRow cables before, I’m intimately familiar with their sibling, the Au24 SX line which are my current reference cables. I heard the purity and naturalness I’ve come to expect from top-flight Audience wire, and they seemed to take off a trace of the edge I’d heard prior with the very detailed Nordost cables. I would call this a substantial upgrade (or at least one more suited to my tastes) from the previous front-end, having a deep, organic presentation with lifelike scale that was immersive. From the first notes, I could tell this was going to be a good session.

Listening to the R 3 Arreté (USD $9,999)

I nestled in the GamuT Lobster chair and got a good hour or so listening to my usual assortment of tracks via Tidal/Qoboz streaming - Magdalena Kozena Mozart Arias, Lisa Batiasvilli Prokofiev Concertos, Saint-Saëns Carnival of the Animals for two pianos and ensemble, Mahler Das Lied von der Erde, Francois Leleux Telemann oboe solos and some Ella Fitzgerald and Carly Rae Jepsen thrown in for good measure. I was most interested in that new resin/fiber mid-woofer, said to be more detailed and articulate than the outgoing unit. The carbon fiber unit in my SR 1 Avantgarde Arreté is clean to extreme but just slightly dry, so I was hoping for a bit more body and resonance with voices and orchestral instruments. 

Quick impressions:

The new woofer definitely has a subtly different tone, sounding less dry and bringing out tonal complexities better. It’s just as fast but it supports the leading edges better with a bit more body. It also sounds better damped, taking off a bit of crispness in the upper midrange that can sometimes be heard in the old unit. This really helps out bring out more of the beauty of vocals and wind instruments. 

The tweeter is a similar upgrade, being slightly sweeter and more articulate. It too also sounds a tad less dry, giving flutes a bit more fluidity and harmonic fullness.

The updated drivers and cabinet, as well as the Freedom Grounding system, make the speaker sound exceedingly free of distracting distortions and noises, even more so than the SR series.

The slight dip in the crossover region around 2.8kHz that both @mgd-taww​ and I have heard in the SR 1 (and that I have measured in my SR 1) seems a bit smoother in the R 3.

The bass was huge for a speaker of this size - it could really pound out a full orchestra and bass guitar line with weight and gusto.

Overall the midrange was more relaxed and expansive than what I heard from the prior SR 3 model (the hyper-tweaked Avantgarde Arreté Raw), with a similar fullness in the mid-bass but noticeably stronger output at the bottom end and a much bigger overall presentation. Antonio described it as an evolutionary upgrade over the SR 3, but I felt the many little changes added up to a substantial shift (and improvement) in the overall presentation. It sounds less uptight and clinical than the old model without losing the trademark Audivector speed and incisiveness.

So all in all, a very nice upgrade that makes me excited for how the R 1 would improve on my SR 1. But was I sold? This is where things get a little tricky... the R 3 is no doubt a compelling speaker - fast, detailed, polished and packing a big punch. But similar to when I auditioned the SR 3 before deciding on my smaller SR 1, I felt I heard some trade-offs of adding an extra woofer and larger cabinet to a super precise monitor design. The SR 3’s slight loss of lower midrange clarity vs. the SR 1 is still there with the R 3 - it sounds bigger and fuller, but not as tightly focused. While the extra bottom end is great and results in a much more complete tonal balance, to my ears tones below 250Hz (where the extra woofer kicks in) didn’t quite seem to match the blazing speed of the midrange on up. I liked a lot about the R 3, but I wanted it all, without any compromise whatsoever.

And so...

The SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté (USD $24,999)

Antonio listened to my assessment, and suggested the big-brother SR 6 might hold the answer. At 2.5x the price, it wasn’t originally on my list, but as he had them all set up behind the R 3’s I figured what harm could come from giving them a listen... (famous last words)

Wow. I had heard the SR 6 before, when Mads Klifoth demo’ed them on a visit to the store, but this was my first time sitting down for a serious audition. And it became immediately clear what happens when you give a top-notch designer and firm more than double the budget to build a full range speaker. It had all the speed and purity that I loved of my SR 1, but with even more clarity and resolving power. It then took that speed, and extended it all the way down the frequency spectrum. Every instrument in the orchestra, from the celli to the clarinets to timpani, had the same startling presence and completeness of tone. This is probably the closest I’ve come to feeling like I had the speaker wires plugged directly into my ears.

The weight and scale was impressive, but what really shocked me was listening to Francois Leleux’s solo oboe. The recording is nothing remarkable, made in a church by a small label. But for the first time, I could clearly make out precisely where Leleux’s long tapered notes ended, and where the echo of the church began. It was uncanny, and I had to bring my wife, an oboist, in for a listen the next day. She observed the same: “Wow, it’s so clear. I can hear all his breathing and where his notes begin and end. And I can also now hear all this extra nuance and phrasing in his playing. Dammit.” (She’s always hard on herself when she hears what the best musicians in the world can do with their instruments.) We moved on to the slow movement from Brahms Symphony No. 1 (Berlin Philarmonic/Rattle), a recording we know inside out, and she noted how she had never heard the orchestra with such realistic weight and size, and how this changed the entire balance of the recording to be far more realistic, as you’d hear it in the hall (as in, harder to hear the oboe solo!). She listened some more, and despite knowing the hefty price tag, she couldn’t help but remark “this is really nice...”

And just to make sure it could have fun, I pulled up Carly Rae Jepsen’s Julien (from Dedicated) and heard the track as I’ve never heard it before. The SR 6 sucked me into a soundscape so vivid, it felt like I was being pulled inside the mix, rather than listening to it from the outside. I was engaged, stimulated, bouncing around in my chair. This speaker (not to mention the rest of the system) can definitely boogie, and I could have happily sat there for the rest of the week going through all my favorite tracks.

So, yeah, a $25k speaker model sounds better than the $10k one. Shocking. But it was a clear illustration of how at a certain point with high-end reproduction, you just need to expend a lot more money to get to the next level of realism. It’s diminishing returns for sure, but how sweet those returns are.

It did leave me wondering what an R 6 with the new woofer and all the latest trimmings could sound like. The SR 6 better integrates its midrange with the woofer than the R 3, but it has just a hair of the same dryness that the new resin woofer in the R 3 ameliorates. Not to over-generalize, and a clever designer can massage away much of this, but the material of a cone tends to impart its distinct texture to the sound - untreated paper can sound dry and papery, plastic woofers tend to be plasticky and mushy (examples: early Devore speakers, countless monitors from the ‘90s using the Seas polypropylene cones), metal can be hard and ring-ey, etc. Treated paper tends to be a nice compromise by damping the break-up modes, carbon fiber can also be good (example: Role Audio speakers) but can lean a little dry and mechanical. Dynaudio was onto something when they developed their magnesium-silicate-polymer (MSP) cone - they’re distinctly less dry than paper and carbon fiber, while being much faster and crisper than plain poly cones, and are used to great effect in their Esotec woofers (Example: Silverline SR17, and of course Dynaudio’s own line). I would say the carbon fiber woofer in the SR series is just a tad on the dry side, while the new resin version moves it about halfway between the old woofer and Dynaudio Esotec without sacrificing speed, which to my ears is a very nice place to be. That said, the SR 6 is a considerably more refined speaker than the R 3 and the overall completeness of the design far outweighs the nuances of the driver material. I think I read online somewhere that the R 3 could now give the SR 6 a run for its money; my experience most definitely did not concur with that assessment!

So to sum up: the new R series’s numerous tweaks seem to make an appreciable difference in character and musicality, the R 3 Arreté is impressively fluid and big-sounding, and the SR 6 Avantgarde Arreté is still a killer speaker in its current form... so much so that it’s jumped to the top of my list of potential reference speakers for my new room. I’ve got my eyes and ears on it...

Huge thanks as always to the Antonio, Taylor and the entire Audiovision SF crew for their hospitality.

#quick take #review #audiovector #hifi #speaker #loudspeaker #gryphon

[lannisterdaddyissues]

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 ... 98 cause I’m kinda lazy ❤️

thanks @poetcastiel!! i’m feelin lazy today so im just doing the ones i want because thIS IS WAY TOO MANY AAAA

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? preppy, tomboy, or sportswear are DEFINITELY my aesthetics

10. game you were best at in p.e.? dodgeball or badminton! i was one of the cool popular kids in my pe classes because i was good at everything. i used to have a squad actually and we still text even though it’s been 5 years now

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? toast and eggs or a slice of pumpkin bread!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? the book thief by markus zusak or the prestige by christopher priest! the book thief was assigned tho, the prestige i chose to read for an analysis.

21. obsession from childhood? there were other obsessions besides warrior cats?

28. five songs to describe you? iggy pop - real wild child olly murs - troublemaker little mix - wings britney spears - lucky jojo - how to touch a girl

29. best way to bond with you? by leaving me alone until i beg for attention because i am literally a cat

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? mr bojangles~

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? my older brother used to be OBSESSED with this meme and he’d quote the line to us or send it to us in texts whenever it was popular:

37. suitcase or duffel bag? i like both! but i normally travel by car so i use duffel bags more often. my mom loves vera bradley so she buys me lots of really pretty prints :)

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? jean jacket or cardigan! i love to look put-together and like a million bucks hehe

44. favorite scent for soap? lavender or mint!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? ugh, i like them all, like really REALLY like them all. i have fandoms in all 3 genres. but you know what...superhero :/

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? just a tshirt lol. my sis bought me a black graphic tee with all the eeveelutions on it for christmas years ago and it’s been my favorite shirt ever since. i try to make good use of it by wearing it every day! and it’s just long enough to keep me warm during the night

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? a cherry or an apple! those ones that are pink on the inside, the pink pearl apples? that’s me bc i’m special even tho i look like everyone else bc my nlog complex is like soooo huge

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “use the talents you possess, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best.” ~ henry van dyke

52. favorite font? imprint mt shadow my beloved <3

54. what did you learn from your first job? that i don’t want to work in retail when i’m 30. i hate my coworkers.

55. favorite fairy tale? there are a lot that i love, but i think my favorite has always been the little mermaid because it’s what i want for myself one day. even though ariel was weird af and the furthest thing from a normal human being, eric still fell head over heels for her, and that’s always given me hope someone will do the same for me. i also love the second movie because i’ve always wanted to have an adventure like melody did, i rewatched it so much as a kid for wish fulfillment lol

56. favorite tradition? my family’s christmas tradition is to go out and have lunch at the back porch on christmas eve and then watch scrooge (the albert finney christmas carol movie) late at night with chips and dip!

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i’m proud of how good i am at tennis, i’m proud of my skill on the piano, i’m proud of my talent for maths, and i’m proud of my talent for writing!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? obviously a harem are you fucking STUPID? what kind of a question is that? i want my beautiful bishoujo boys to all line up and ask for my hand in marriage ok but actually i’d LOVE to be in a fantasy/adventure anime. NOT an isekai by any means because i would never leave my family, but if i could be born into a fantasy/adventure anime? that would be a dream come true.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? “mistakes ought to be forgiven. recurrent folly should not be, and would not.”

62. seven characters you relate to? marinette dupain-cheng - miraculous ladybug max mayfield - stranger things annie january/starlight - the boys katarina claes - hamefura arya stark - game of thrones luna lovegood - harry potter feng lan/prince - 1/2 prince

66. favorite flower(s)? magnolias and hibiscus flowers! i love hibiscus flowers because i inherited my love for florals and bright colors from my dad and he loves to wear hawaiian print shirts all the time so they remind me of him. magnolias are very important to me because we used to have a lot of magnolia trees in my childhood home. there was one specific magnolia tree that separated my house and my neighbors’ house and i used to climb it every single day. we also buried my first cat beneath a magnolia bush :(

67. good luck charms? idk how to describe it but it’s this little metal toy helicopter i got from my grandfather. the axis is detached from the copter itself and spins on a screw that you can balance on top of the copter to make it spin on its own. my grandfather used to keep it in his office where he read the newspaper in the mornings, and when my family and i visited him i always stayed in the room right next to his office so he would be the first person i greeted every morning. after he passed away a few months ago i took the helicopter home with me as a memento of him because i miss him so much

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? it takes as much force to bite off your finger as it does to bite off a carrot. that’s one of my favorite facts i’ve ever learned

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? overhead lights

93. nicknames? mar online. irl, i just go by my real name unless people ask to call me marcy, which i normally let them because i don’t care and it means they like me lol. my mom is the only person i let call me cellie because it’s her special name for me :)

#ask #reply #poetcastiel #mutual #ask meme

[anythingstephenking]

Stop Telephoning Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e

That’s Bey and Gaga’s 2009 club anthem about being too busy to deal with a dude while their heads and hearts are on the dance floor. I was originally going to use Jim Croce’s Operator lyrics, then I listened to it, and damn, that is a sad sad sad song. Who hurt you Jim Croce?

What they say about New Years Resolutions are true, and I’m really pushing on the reading lately. Cell is my 3rd book in as many days, and I will keep working on these last 20 or so books this year, at least for the time being until there’s finally something on Netflix I haven’t binged yet.

I wrapped on Cell over the course of 2 evenings - not terribly impossible as it clocks in under 400 pages.

We’ve had killer cars, killer clowns and now killer cell phones. In the world of Cell, phones distribute some kinda brain virus through calls that make everyone go cuckoo bananas. The premise is fairly contrived knowing King’s dislike towards technology.  Let’s say he’s not an early adopter. The authors bio simply states “Stephen King lives in Maine with his wife, the novelist Tabitha King. He does not own a cell phone.” A lot people didn’t back in 2006 when Cell was published, so not totally unusual. Funny thing is, I am not sure King has one now. He must, right? A perfunctory glance through his twitter shows that his posts, even the photos of Molly The Thing Of Evil (tm) are posted via the web app.

I love Molly, aka The Thing of Evil.

Fortunate for us, The Constant Reader, what ensues is an interesting, fast paced, if not disgusting post- apocalypse story. Seriously, there are so many body parts flying around. Why so many body parts???

Our hero Clay, a comic book illustrator from (:::::drumroll:::::) MAINE and a merry band of other cellphone-less folk remain unaffected by a plague dubbed “The Pulse” that is turning the tech-forward into zombies with a penchant for biting each others faces off. Seriously, it’s all very, very disgusting. While the braindead “reboot” each night and become deridingly less braindead (and more evil), our band of friends make the pilgrimage to Clay’s home to look for a sign of survival of his wife and son. Of course, there are many obstacles along the way and a fiery conclusion.

The through line is - what are humans when civilized life breaks down? When their brains are wiped like a hard drive and all that remains is the base instincts? Turns out, not anything all that great. “We came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.” While I donnnnnn’t quite buy in, I’ve watched enough Walking Dead (also too many gross body parts on that show) to know the monsters aren’t always the braindead ones, and the human race is pretty messed.

And of course, we’re left with the token King ambiguous ending, which I am coming to appreciate more and more every day.

The final cherry on top is the book is dedicated to George Romero, king of the zombies. If the movie had been published in a post Walking Dead world, I’d bet that Frank Darabont would have been on the dedication page as well.

All in all, not a terrible way to spend two evenings. Not going to say the same for the motion picture.

Random Musing: It’s fun that The Pulse is sent via cell phone calls, and mostly young people on 2006 are affected. Nowawdays, all the celly-call people would be old, and the yewts would go straight to Twitter. But everyone on Twitter is already braindead, sooooo (badaching!).

6/10

First Line: The event that came to be known as The Pulse began at 3:03pm, eastern standard time, on the afternoon of October 1.

Last Line: And pressed the cell against his son’s ear.

Adaptations:

Given this film’s stellar rating of 11% on Rotten Tomatoes, I watched out of sheer boredom, knowing full well I’d play Toon Blast and regret the $2.99 rental fee.

First off, I love that Clay’s sidekick, Tom, is a 5’5” gay man in the book, and played by Sam Jackson in the film. It’s not as bad as casting Pierce Brosnen as Mike Noonan, but it’s close.

The other reason to watch this train wreck is that King wrote the screenplay himself, which is typically not the greeeeeatest sign. The guy that made Hostel was originally set to direct, and god I am glad he didn’t, and also that torture porn movies aren’t mainstream anymore. If I never see another The Hills Have Eyes type movie, it’ll be too soon. He dipped, some other guy that was going to adapt it as a miniseries dipped, and so King just wrote it himself, grumbling about changing the ending because everyone hated the way the book wrapped. I love Stephen King so so much, but the man can be a d-i-v-a. Just like Bey and Gaga. FULL CIRCLE, PEOPLE!

#stephen king #book review #cell

[cherrycola27]

Hi, it's me. It's your tumblr bestie, it's me 🖤

Sorry, couldn't help myself with the lil T. Swift jingle.

I'm here to request a Dagger Deities blurb for Mr. Jake Seresin as Ares. This combo really says angsty smut to me (hate fuck, maybe?!), but totes up you—maybe you turn it on its head for a fluffy lil blurb about the god of war. Work your magic, babe—put us on that rollercoaster!

Jay! You know me and my weaknesses so well! I hope you enjoy:

smut below the cut

Battle Plans:

You rubbed your temples with your fingers to try and fend off the headache that you could feel coming on. If you had to listen to Rear Admiral Seresin drone on about the strike plan he had come up with one more time, you were going to lose it.

You were the strategic analyst. You were the one who knew the data. Hell, you were the one who had spent nights and nights in his office with him drawing up these plans.

But yet, here he was, taking credit for it. God, you couldn't stand him. His blonde hair slightly graying at the temples, his strong jaw line, the way he always had a stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth.

What a cocky son of a bitch he was.

He is the youngest officer ever promoted to admiral status, and he didn't let anyone forget it.

He was barely ten years your senior, yet he still treated you like a child when it came to working with you.

You let out a groan that you thought was quiet enough to where he wouldn't hear it, but as if on cue, his head snapped towards you. You made eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes and flipped that God forsaken toothpick around with his tongue.

"Do you have something to add Commander Grotto?" He asked you with a smirk.

You sat up and rolled back your shoulders. "Actually, Admiral Seresin, I do. I think that the angle at which you've estimated the trajectory of the explosives is off a few degrees. I believe I informed you of that a few days ago." You smirked back at him.

There were a few snickers from the group. You saw Jake's jaw tick. "Well, how about we dismiss for the day, and you and I can go over the plans once more in my office, Commander Grotto." Jake said as he narrowed his eyes at you.

You held eye contact with him as the rest of the people in the room left. You filed out at the end and stormed down the hallway to Jake's office. Being the low admiral on the totem pole, his office was in a far tucked away corner off the main hallway, away from everyone else.

You huffed as your boots made contact with the linoleum tiles. You could hear Jake calling your name, but you didn't wait for him.

He finally caught up to you at his office door. He unlocked it while you tapped your foot impatiently.

The moment it was unlocked, he pushed it open and hauled you in by your elbow.

He pushed you up against the door and crashed his lips to yours. Your hands tangled in his hair as he reached behind you to draw the curtain closed and lock the bolt. He pushed a chair in front of the door for good measure, all while your lips explored every inch of his neck and jaw line.

"You like embarrassing me in front of everyone, don't you? Like showing off how smart you are? I bet you're so fucking wet from showing off. If I put my hand in those lacy little panties of yours, I would find them absolutely soaked, wouldn't I?" He groans against your lips.

You moan in response. "I love it when you show off. My smart girl, gets me so fucking hard." He pants as he pulls you away from the door.

"Nothing to say? I haven't even touched you yet, and I've already got you stupid for me." He snickers as he lifts you to carry you to his desk. With one swipe of his hand, the dark oak surface is cleared.

He drops you down on the surface and you squeak. Sometimes, you forget how strong he his.

He kisses you again before he pulls back to look at you. He's right, you're already a fucked out mess and he has barely put his hands on you.

You open your mouth to say something, but before you can, he pulls your hips to the edge of his desk and pops the button of your uniform pants. He sinks to his knees and taps your hips.

You lift them, and Jake pulls them and your panties down in one swoop.

"Just like I thought, soaked for me." Jake says when he is eye level with your dripping cunt.

He wastes no time surging forward and wrapping his lips around your clit. Your hands fly forward and grip his hair as a wanton moan leaves your mouth.

Jake pops up from between your legs and delivers a slap to your pussy.

"You'd better keep it down Sledge, would hate for your uncle to hear what an absolute slut his niece is for me." He chuckles.

You huff and roll your eyes. Jake loved to needle you about the fact that you were Admiral Cain's niece.

"Just shut the fuck up and do something useful with your mouth for once." You tell him.

Jake cocks his head a looks at you.

"Now, Commander Grotto, is that any way to talk to your superior officer?" Jake teases you.

"I thought you liked our verbal sparing? I mean, you did always say the God of War liked a challenge. Didn't you Ares? Or are you still hung up on me calling you Hangman?" You shoot back.

Jake groans at the sound of his real name, leaving your lips. You were the only one who knew his little secret, and it made the whole interaction between the two of you even hotter.

"Or, would you prefer it if I called you Daddy?" You smirked.

"Fuck, darlin. Say it again." He groaned.

"C'mon, Daddy. Put that smart mouth of yours to work." You say.

Jake surges forward and laps at your center like a starved man. He sinks two thick fingers deep into you and curls them. You can feel the band of his Naval Academy ring against your walls as scissors you open.

Lewd, wet sounds fill the air as he eats you like a starved man.

"Fuck, fuck, Jake, Ares—Daddy! Just like that!" You cry out as your thighs cage in his head. You grind your center against his mouth and arch your back as you cum.

Jake works you through your high before pulling off of you with a wet pop.

He gives you no time to collect yourself before he is flipping you around and bending you over his desk. One of his large hands pushes you flat against the cool wood while the other undoes his belt and fly. He pushes his pants and boxers down just enough to free himself before sinking into you without warning.

He gives you no time to adjust to his size before he is pistoning his hips into you.

Breathless pants and pitiful cries of his name leave your parted lips.

"Love how you sound when you take my cock." He praises you.

"You want everyone to hear how much of a whore you are for your Admiral don't you Sledge? Want everyone to know how good your Admiral fucks you?" He asks you.

You don't respond. That earns you a harsh smack to your ass.

"I asked you a question!" He demands.

"Yes! Yes! Want everyone to know how good you make me feel, Daddy." You wail.

Jake chuckles and digs his fingers into the flesh at your sides. You clench around him.

"Fuck, you were fucking made for me. You're so fucking tight for me kid. You weren't meant to take my cock. Weren't you?" He groans.

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck. My pussy was made for you Admiral Seresin." You babble out.

Jake growls as you start to rock back to meet his thrusts.

He leans forward and grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling it out of its neatly styled bun. Jake pulls you flush against him and wraps a hand around your throat.

He sees your roll back in your head. He lets go of your hair and starts furiously rubbing circles on your clit before tightening his grip on your airway and fucking up into you. He may be forty-two years old, but Jake never missed a beat.

You're overwhelmed by the pleasure, and your mouth hangs open in a silent scream.

While Jake enjoys fucking you stupid, he loves hearing you even more.

He slaps your clit and you clench around him harder.

"Can feel how close you are, baby. Can feel how bad my pussy wants to cum. I wanna hear you beg for it. Wanna hear you tell everyone one this base who you belong too." He whispers hotly against your ear.

"I belonged to you, Daddy! Please let me cum" You whine.

"No." He states.

"It's your pussy Admiral Seresin. All yours." You preen as he drives you close and closer to the edge.

"Still wrong." He says as he ruts into you.

"Ares—fuck—please—pleasepleaseplease!" you plead with him.

"That's it, that's my girl. Now cum for me." He commands.

You heed his words and cum hard for him. He pushes into you impossibly deeper as you spasm around him.

The fluttering of your walls sends Jake into his own release, and he spills into you.

He slumps forward and presses both of you into his desk as he continues to rock his hips in and out of you.

He pulls up and looks down at where your bodies join. He admires the creamy white ring of your mixed release that has gathered at the base of his cock.

He pulls out, and you groan at the loss of contact. Jake steps back to admire how you look. Your core is on display for him, and he loves watching his cum drip out of you and onto his desk.

He grabs a few tissues from the box that was discarded on the floor and cleans you up before sliding your panties and pants back into place.

You help him get his desk back in order before wrangling your hair back into a bun.

He moves the chair from in front of the door, and you slump down into it.

"So, Mr. War God, did you purposely get the angles wrong during your presentation?" You ask him.

"You tell me, Commander Grotto." He teases you as he leans back and kicks his feet up on his desk. You're about to get up and sit in his lap when there is a knock at his office door.

You both jump up. Jake grabs some files to make it look like the two of you were working as you go to the door.

"Admiral Cain!" You exclaim. "What are you doing here, Uncle Chester?" You ask him as your face flushes.

"I came to see if Admiral Seresin was finished with the reports the two of you were working on." He says to you.

"Yes, sir. I have them right here." Jake says as he slides behind you.

"Wonderful. Thank you, son." Your uncle says. He turns to leave, but before he does he looks back at Jake.

"We are having a cookout at my sister's house this weekend. She and her husband are hosting. There will be lots of other officers there. You should stop by Seresin. I'm sure Sledge would be more than happy to give you the details." Your uncle tells him before walking away.

As soon as he is gone, you close the door and sigh.

"A cookout at your parents' house? Now that sounds like fun." Jake smirks.

"We'd have to be on our absolute best behavior. No funny business." You tell him. He rolls his eyes.

"I'll text you the details." You say.

"And I'll start figuring out how I can fuck you in your childhood bedroom while half the Navy is thirty feet away." He grins before you slip out the door.

#cherrycola27 #ask nik #top gun maverick #top gun #jake seresin smut #hangman smut #the dagger deities #cherrys 2k celly #cherrys 1 year celly

[cherrycola27]

*dramatic clearing of throat*

AHHHHHHHHH

Best idea ever!

Gonna need some Jake and the angsty as ever story of Hades and Persephone🫠

Oh, Cass, how could I say no to you? I am going to combine your ask with a similar one from @callsign-viper for some angsty smut. Enjoy

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Say No To This:

You'd been avoiding him all night, well, his physical presence, at least. You could feel his shadows creeping about, wrapping around you and warming you like the flames of hell from which they came.

His mortal side, Jake, was a patient man, but his godly side, Hades, well—was ungodly.

And you wanted to see just how unholy he could be.

You really aren't sure what led you to this. Scratch that. You knew exactly what had led you to this exact situation.

Jake had been pursuing you for months. Trying everything he could to get you alone, sending his shadows in the middle of the night to try and convince you to give him a taste, but each time, you shot him down. And now, you were on a date, and he was forced to watch you you look downright sinful as you licked the salt off the rim of your pomegranate margarita.

If it had been anyone else, Jake probably would have been able to control himself—wait it out.

But it wasn't anyone else. It was Zeus—fucking Bradley Bradshaw. He was the one currently sitting across from you in crisp white button-down with the sleeves rolled up. His hand sitting a little too high on your thigh to be considered decent, as you threw your head back laughing.

Jake knew you were doing this to get back at him. It wasn't evident at first, but the moment you looked across the bar and locked eyes with him as you licked the rim of your drink, he knew.

And you knew exactly what you were doing to him. You wanted to push him; to bring out his inner demon. And what better way to do that than to brazenly flirt with the one person you knew would send him over the edge?

Out of the corner of your your eye, you saw one of his shadows come and tip Bradley's drink over on himself. Bradley excused himself to the restroom.

As soon as he disappeared into the crowd, you felt the warmth creep across you.

"Stop it." You hissed out. The shadow wrapped around your throat before blowing across your ear. "C'mon, Seph, quit wasting your time with him. You know you want to give in. How can you say no to this?" He asked you as a shadowy hand slipped under your skirt and wisped over your cloth covered core.

"Hades!" You squeak out as you lurched forward.

Just then, you felt a warn hand on the small of your back. You looked up, and Jake was looming over you. He threw a handful of bills onto the bar before grabbing you by the forearm.

"We are leaving. Now. " He stated hotly before practically dragging you out.

.............

Hours later, Jake had you cuffed to his bed with a blind fold over your eyes as he pulled your sixth? No— seventh orgasm from you. At this point, you'd lost count at how many times he'd used his lips and tongue and cock to draw out every last ounce of pleasure he could from you.

You gasped for breath as he emerged from between your legs. You couldn't see him, but you knew that his face was absolutely glistening with your release.

He leaned back on his haunches to admire the sight before him. Your entire body was flushed the same color as that pretty pomegranate drink you had earlier today.

"Think you have one more in there for me, Seph?" He asked you sweetly.

"Mhmm," you nodded. He kissed you sweetly before sliding into you and gently rocking his hips into you.

Jake removed the blindfold and untied your wrists before kissing the red marks on them.

"You're all mine, Persephone. Don't you forget it." He mumbled against you lips.

"All yous." You cried as your thighs trembled. Jake fucked both of you through your highs before pulling out and resting his forehead against yours.

He scooped you up and carefully placed you in the shower. He took his time washing every inch of you.

He helped you out and dried you with a fluffy towel before dressing you in one of his shirts and helping you into clean sheets.

You snuggled close to him, knowing there was no place you'd rather be.

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[cherrycola27]

JAKE! EROS AND PSYCHE. SMUTTTT/Also fluff cause im a soft bitch

smut below the cut

Yes! I'm combining this with a similar ask from @blackwidownat2814 please enjoy

Stupid Cupid

"We can't keep doing this!" You gasped as you ground your hips down against him in the backseat of his truck in the Hard Deck parking lot.

"Come on, Psyche. Why do you want to end something that's so good?" Jake asked you as his hands brought the hem of your dress over your head.

"My dad is going to kill you if he finds out about this." You stutter out as he unclasps your bra and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

He lets go of it with a pop and chuckles. "Don't worry about it, babe. I hit him with a little love potion. He'll be making googly eyes at Penny all night. Mav won't even know you're missing."

Jake chuckles back. It was times like these you were thankful your secret boyfriend was the God of love.

You want to shoot a smart remark back to him, but one of his hands slips into the elastic of your panties, and he plunges two of his thick fingers inside you and expertly curls them, hitting that spot that has you throwing your head back and seeing stars.

"Fuck. Oh my God, that feels so good!" You cry out as he strokes the textured spot on the roof of your walls over and over again.

"Eros is fine." He chuckles you hum back in response as he thumbs your clit and has you cumming minutes later.

You've barely come down from your high when Jake frees himself from his belt and pants. He drags his underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free.

Jake helps you sink down on him, and you preen at the stretch and how well he fills you.

The windows of his truck are fogged up as he snaps his hips into you. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of pleasure and skin slapping skin.

Your nails dig into his biceps as you cum again for him. He finishes moments after you, painting your walls with his release.

Your body goes boneless as you slump into the crook of his neck.

"'Come on, sweets. We gotta get back in there." He chuckles as he helps you up and fixes your underwear. Jake smirks, knowing that you're going to spend the rest of the night walking around filled with his cum.

"Psyche! There you are!" Penny calls to you when you walk back in.

"Everything okay?" You ask her, praying she doesn't notice that you have that freshly fucked look on your face.

"I'm fine, but you might need to call a cab for your dad. He's not left my bar top all night, and he's had more than he should. I keep trying to cut him off, but then he looks at me like a love sick puppy and tells me how pretty I am, and I serve him another." Penny shakes her head.

You laugh before ordering an Uber for Mav and sending him home. You make a mental note to scold Jake for giving him such a strong dose later.

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[cherrycola27]

Hi, love! For the “Dagger Deities” celebration, I was thinking of a Rooster x Reader blurb with Ares x Aphrodite vibes—perhaps a nice little mix of sweet and spicy? 💘🔥

- @bradshawsbaby 💕

spicy blow the cut

I had too much fun with this one! Please enjoy

Lesson Learned

Some days, you hated that you loved a man who was such a hot head, but when he was a reincarnation of Ares, what could you do?

Granted, you could control who you loved—you were quite literally the goddess of it, but there was something—fun, exciting, enthralling about going with the flow.

Normally, Bradley kept his cool around you. But today, he'd clashed with Maverick and Hangman during a training exercise, and he let his temper get the best of him.

He'd come home rough and grumbling, demanding your attention.

Normally, you'd be more than willing to fuck the frustration out of him, but you were busy and you had asked him to be patient with you. That didn't go over well.

Bradley knew he'd messed up the moment you'd set your work down and looked at him with dark eyes

"Didi, I'm sorry. I—" He chocked out. He knew his apology was in vain.

You got up slowly and waltzed to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. You took a long slip before speaking.

"Five minutes, bedroom, naked, on your knees, foot of the bed," you told him in a sultry but firm voice.

He nodded quickly and bounded up the stairs two at a time.

You slowly peeled away your own clothes to reveal the lacy red set that you were going to surprise him with this afternoon. You took your time ascending the stairs, and when you opened the door, he was waiting for you, just like you commanded. For a God of War, he sure knew how to take orders.

You walked behind him and brushed your fingertips over his shoulder before going to your nightstand drawer and taking out one of your favorite toys.

"Didi—" Bradley gasped as you settled against the bed. He tried to come closer to you, but you planted your foot on his shoulder and stopped him.

"Oh no, you don't." You smirked. "If you had just been patient like I said, you could have had all of this. But since you wanted to be a bad boy, you're going to stay right there and watch me take care of myself. And don't even think about trying to cum." You warn him.

"And maybe—just maybe, if you can take your punishment, I might reward you. But only if you're a good boy for me, Bradley. Think you can do that?" You ask him.

He furiously nods his head.

"Words, baby." You say.

"Yes Ma'am, I can be such a good boy for you." He affirms.

You smile and kiss him before ghosting your hand along his length and settling in for what will surely be a long—pleasurable night.

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[cherrycola27]

Cherry's 2k and 1 Year Celebration

It has been almost a year since I posted my very first fic on Tumblr, and what a year it has been. I have 2,000 more friends on here than when I started, and I cannot believe it.

The TGM Fandom has brought some amazing people in my life and given me an outlet for my creativity that I haven't had in a very long time.

So, to celebrate my one year anniversary and 2k followers, I'm hosting a blurb celebration!

Presenting: cherrycola27's "The Dagger Deities" Blurb Extravaganza!

The rules are simple:

Send me your favorite TGM character(s)

Send me your favorite deity or myth to be included

Send me a vibe: Fluff, Angst, Smut

Send me any side notes that you'd like me to include

I'll write a blub for you!

Due to the nature of my content, this will be an 18+ celebration.

You can send in as many requests as you want. Requests are open from now until July 1st!

I will work on posting the blurbs as quickly as I can.

My celebration will conclude with the launch of the prologue of my Greek Mythology AU "False God"

I am excited to see what you guys come up with!

❤️🍒

p.s. a special shout out to Jay (@thedroneranger) for making this header. she is amazing!

Tagging some folks who might be interested: @thedroneranger @roosterscock @shanimallina87 @desert-fern @teacupsandtopgun @mayhemmanaged @lovinglyeternal @lovingbradshawafterdark @wkndwlff @roosterforme @daggerspare-standingby @dakotakazansky @startrekfangirl2233 @hecate-steps-on-me @cassiemitchell @na-ta-sh-aa @milestellerlover @katieshook02 @mak-32 @je-suis-prest-rachel @soulmates8 @ohgodnotagainn @diorrfairy @eli2447 @xoxabs88xox @djs8891 @roosterbruiser @roosters-girl @sebsxphia @rosiahills22 @dempy @seresinsweetie @my-obsession-spn @eternalsams @callsign-magnolia @alchemxx @clancycucumber230 @gretagerwigsmuse @sunlightmurdock @topguncortez @seresinsbabe @withahappyrefrain @lt-spork @multifandomlover4life @lewmagoo @bobfloyds @bobfloydsbabe @ohtobeleah @rhettabbotts @bradshawsbaby

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[cherrycola27]

The Dagger Deities Masterlist

All the links for my Dagger Deities blurbs will be posted here:

Life of the Party

Hellhound

Song of the Sea

Siren Savior

Battle Plans

Say No To This

Blame Game

Piano Man

Lesson Learned

Sunkissed

Stupid Cupid

Hurricane

The King and I

Playing With Fire

Stone Cold

Shoulder It Together

A Proper Thank You

Broken Wing

House Special

Overboard

Friends with Benefits

Island Time

Worship

Black Lace

Other Uses

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[cherrycola27]

Congrats on the 1 year and the 2k! That’s amazing and I’m so happy for you!

Requesting Javy with a fluffy Hades/Persephone vibe!

(Prepare yourself, I might have a few more up my sleeve 😂)

Fern! Thank you for the love! Since Javy is Brazilian, I decided to go with the Brazilian equivalent of Hades and Persephone, which are Anhangá and Ticê (but I couldn't find the equivalent for Cerberus so he is still the same,) so I give you

Hellhound:

"Ticê!" You hear Javy screech across the house. You know he must be highly upset if he is using your real name instead of one of the many pet names he has given you, the mortal name you have chosen for yourself.

"Yes, Anhangá?" You sing song back to him, with his real name.

"Care to explain yourself?" He asks you as he leans up against the door frame of your study. You're currently curled up on your chaise snuggled up in the impossibly large blanket that you are still knitting.

"What ever do you mean?" You ask him as you take a sip of your tea. You know exactly what he is referring to, but you enjoy playing dumb with him.

"I am referring to the little arts and crafts project you have taken up. I know being Queen of Hell doesn't take up all of your time, but knitting? You couldn't have gone with something more—I don't know—intimidating?" Javy groans.

"For your information, I think creating something with two extremely sharp needles is very intimidating." You shoot back, sticking your tongue out at him. "Ticê" He warns you in a low tone.

You chuckle and return back to your blanket, but Javy doesn't move.

"Was there something else bothering you? What's got the King of the Underworld's panties in a twist?" You snicker.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what does." He gruffs.

"Javy, I truly don't know what your issue is. You seem so— tense. I know ruling hell can be hard, considering people are just dying to get in." You joke with him as you loop more yarn.

"Well, why don't I show you then. Cerberus!" He yells. You chuckle and wait a few moments. Nothing happens. Javy rolls his eyes. "CERBERUS!" He cries out again. "I COMMAND YOU TO COME HERE THIS INSTANT!"

"Anhangá, my love, he isn't going to come if you yell like that." You tell him as you continue to knit. "Well, if you think you can do any better, be my guest." Javy chuckles, clearly doubting your abilities.

"Cerby, here boys, come see Mamá!" You call out. Moments later, large footsteps bound across the floor, and Cerberus leaps into your study and onto you and the blanket you are currently knitting for him. You make sure to scratch each one of his heads and tell them how much of a good boy they are.

Cerberus snuggles up to you proudly wearing the sweater you spent weeks knitting for him.

"This! This is what I mean!" Javy says as he dramaticly gestures at the sight in front of him.

"Cerberus is supposed to be a fearsome hellhound who listens to my every command. Not a sweater wearing lap dog who does tricks and has a blankey!" Javy puts his hands on his hip and pouts.

"Cerby, I think Papá is just jealous that he doesn't have a super cool sweater like you boys do. What do you think?" You ask him while giving more pets to the supposed hellhound in your lap. All three of his heads cock to one side before taking turns licking your cheek.

"Cerby agrees with me. But don't worry, my love, I made you a matching one!" You exclaim before pulling out a fuzzy black knit sweater and handing it to him.

He gives it a once over and sighs."You know I'm not really a sweater type, darling." He tells you.

"If you don't like it, I can always give it to someone else." You sigh.

"Absolutely not! This is mine, and I shall cherish it forever, and they will have to cut it off my undead body." Javy quickly answers before slipping it on.

"Awe! Now we all match!" You exclaimed as you pulled your blanket to reveal your own sweater.

Cerberus jumps off you and excitedly runs over to Javy.

Javy rolls his eyes before kneeling down to eye level with him and scuffing each head behind the ears.

"Cerby, my old friend. Here I thought we were a ruthless king and his fearsome hellhound, but look at us. We are just a couple of love sick saps in matching sweaters." Javy chuckles. You roll your eyes and continue to work on your blanket while Javy and Cerberus head off to attend to business.

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[cherrycola27]

CHERRY! Congrats on 2k Babe!

Could I request a smutty or fluffy Dionysus Iceman?!

Here’s to hoping for 2k more friends! 🎉🎉

Thanks, Mal! Here's one just for you:

Life of the Party:

The music inside the O Club was at top volume. The lights were low, the drinks were cold, and the venue was flooded with a sea of Navy men dressed in their summer whites. Fleet Week had once again made its way to San Diego.

You sat in a corner booth while you watched your friends flirt with some sailors. They laughed and giggled and squeezed their biceps.

You huffed and went to take a sip of your vodka tonic only to realize that it was empty. You sighed and cast a glance at the bar. It was packed with people waiting for drinks. You resided yourself to wait until the chaos died down.

You were fiddling with your straw when he came over. You didn't notice him at first, but when his looming silhouette peered over your table, you looked up and made eye contact with him.

He was impossibly handsome. Icy blue eyes, frosted blonde hair, crisp summer whites uniform, and this aura about him that screamed "party". It was like the entire atmosphere of the club radiated from him. Like he was behind the fun everyone was having.

He gave you a silent nod asking if he could join you. You wordlessly waved to the empty booth beside you.

He slid in. You expected him to keep some distance between the two of you, but instead, he saddled right up beside you and slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

"Why's the prettiest girl in here sitting all by herself at my party?" He asked you.

"Your party?" You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Exactly." He responded smoothly. "What's your name, honey?" He asked you. "You told him your name, and he grinned approvingly. "The call me Ice. Can I get you another drink?" He asked you.

As much as you wanted to resist and not give into his charms, there was something about him that drew you in. "Sure." You replied with a coy smile.

You expected him to get up, but instead, he waved a hand over your cup, and your once empty drink was now filled again.

"How did you—" You looked at him in disbelief. A glint of mischief flashed across his face.

"Let's call it a party trick," He whispered low in your ear. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he traced a knuckle along your cheek.

"I could show you a few more if you wanted me too." He breathed out against the shell of your ear.

"I'd like that, but maybe not here. It's too loud." You told him in a sultry tone. He chuckled and then, with a snap of his fingers everything stopped. It was like time froze aside from the two of you.

"Better?" He asked you as he pressed himself closer to you.

You stared at him with wide eyes. "Another one of my party tricks." He smirked.

"Who are you? What are you?" You asked him hesitantly.

"I'm a God baby girl." He told you smoothly. "A God? Like from the myths?" You chuckled. "Well, they aren't exactly myths. More like inaccurate history." He jokes before taking a sip of his drink. "As for who I am, Ice is a nickname. My real name is Dinoysus. So when I said it was my party, I meant it. Every party is my party. It's kind of my thing." He shrugs his shoulders.

You take a deep breath before speaking, "Dinoysus like the God of drama, wine, and—"

"Pleasure." Ice finishes for you.

"Yeah." You swallow thickly. "So how about we get out of here, baby girl, and I can show every reason why they call me the God of pleasure." He cocks his head to the side and trails a hand up your thigh waiting for your response.

"Are we taking your chariot or mine?" You tease him.

A wide grin breaks out across his face as Ice takes your hand in his and leads you through the mass of frozen people. Once out the door, he snaps his fingers, and the party continues as if nothing as if had happened.

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[cherrycola27]

A siren for Siren?!

I'm thinking angst with sailor Bradley. Leaving this very open-ended for you to take complete control. Can't wait to read the final product 🖤

Oh, Jay, this was such an interesting ask! Thank you for always being a great friend. I hope you enjoy:

The Call of the Sea:

Bradley stepped onto the deck of the aircraft carrier. It was an early foggy morning. Bradley was the only one on the deck. The carrier was currently sailing off the coast of Greece near some small islands.

He sighed and leaned against the railing of deck and looked out into the fog. He listened to the ship, breaking through the waves and the hum of the sea breeze. The sound of gulls overhead cut through through the air.

Suddenly, his ears perked up. Amongst the waves and wind and birds, Bradley heard something else. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and really listened. That's when he heard it.

A beautiful melody wormed its way into his brain. It sounded like a woman. Surely Bradley must be going crazy. It was far too early in the morning for anyone else to be up. Especially a singing woman.

But the longer he listened, the more he heard it. Haunting notes that drew him closer to the water.

It was like his brain was on auto pilot as he began to move from his spot on the top deck. His feet carried him down the stairs and through to corridors and moved of their own accord towards the edge of the carrier.

Each note drew him closer. It was as if the sea was whispering his name, telling him to jump into the water and let it swallow him up.

Bradley was dangerously close to the edge when someone called his name.

"Rooster?" Bradley shook his head and cleared the mental fog. He turned around and saw Jake staring at him with a look of confusion.

"What are you doing, man? Why did it look like you were about to jump off the carrier?" Jake asked him.

"I—I don't know Hangman, it was like—you're going to think I'm crazy." Bradley shook his head.

"Try me." Jake said as Bradley walked closer too him.

"I swear I could hear a woman singing. It was like she was calling my name. Telling me to jump." Bradley told him.

"Well, we are off the coast of Greece. Maybe those legends about sirens luring sailors to their death are true after all." Jake chuckled. Bradley chuckled along with him. "C'mon, let's get some food and some coffee in you to get you straight." Jake said as he slapped Bradley on the back. Bradley shot a final look over his shoulder before following him to the mess hall.

You heard their footsteps and voices fade away. You sighed before swimming back with your sisters to the island. "It almost worked." You told your sister Andria. She shook her head at you. "The sailors are almost too smart to fall for our songs now. They know so much about us. She tells you.

You and Andria had been swimming in deep water a few weeks ago when you'd spotted the large ship full of sailors. The one you would later learn was called Rooster stood out to you. He had golden brown curls and a body that would rival Adonis himself. You'd been following his boat ever since you'd laid eyes on him, waiting for the moment to make him yours.

You thought today was that moment, but alas, you were wrong.

"I overheard some of the others saying they would be docking today and going to the island. What if we traded our tails for our land legs and explored the town to see if you could find him?" You sister suggested.

"Oh, yes! Please!" You flipped and splashed. "Good. But remember, you must be back in the water before midnight, or you will lose your ability to change forever. Andria warned you. You shook your head, remembering what had happened to your middle sister. She'd not heeded the warning.

When she'd tried to come back to the water after a night in the village, she couldn't transform. She became a literal fish out of water. While she had loved land, Marissa was still a siren. Unable to return to her true form, she mourned herself to death and vanished in the sea foam.

Just as the sun crested over the horizon, you and Andria made your way onto a silent beach. You quickly swiped some clothes from a hanging line and some sandals from beside a door mat.

Soon, you were clothed in a sundress as blue as the water you came from. The two of you carefully explore the island. Thankfully, you both had a small bit of money that you and Andria had collected in passing from the beach, so you were able to enjoy some coffee at a cafe while waiting for your sailor to come ashore.

You'd immediately spotted him. You grabbed your sister by the hand dragged her through the streets following him. By late evening, he and his friends had made their way into a karaoke bar.

You took this as your opportunity to make your move. You dragged your sister to the stage with you to sing an ABBA song. As soon as you opened your mouth, his eyes were on you, he was was captivated by you.

After the two of you were done, he quickly came up to you.

"Excuse me, miss. Do I know you? You seem so—familiar." Rooster said as he met your eyes.

"No sir, I don't think we've met. I'm Y/N" You say to him. He tells you his name, but you already knew it.

His friend from this morning comes and starts talking to your sister.

Soon, you and Rooster or Bradley, as he had told you, were walking the cobble stone streets of the town, hand in hand, talking like old friends.

The two of you laughed and joked and shared with one another all kinds of things.

"You're so easy to talk to. I don't think I've ever met anyone like you." Bradley admitted to you. "Can I kiss you?" He asked as you leaned up against the white wall of an alleyway. You nodded. He smiled before craning his head down and sealing his lips over yours.

You sighed and melted into him as he deepend the kiss. You were content to stay there all night kissing him, but in the distance, you hear the church bells ring out. You quickly pulled away from him.

"Oh no! What time is it?" You asked him.

"It's 11:45. Why? Do you have a curfew I should be worried about?" Rooster joked with you.

You gasped as you looked all around you. You were deep in the heart of town. You knew you would have to run if you were going to make it back to the water in time.

"I—I have to go!" You exclaimed before taking off running.

"Wait!" Bradley cried out running after you.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire. You cursed your clunky legs. Your tail could carry you so much faster. You heard the bells chime again, letting you know it was five minutes to midnight.

You could see the water in the distance and heard your sister calling your name and splashing for you. Your feet had just hit the sand when someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you too them.

"Y/N. What are you doing?" Rooster panted out as you faced him. You could see the clock tower, you had three minutes to get back in the water.

"Bradley! You have to let me go. I have to get in the water before midnight." You told him, trying to push him away.

"What? Why?" He asked you. "Because—because I'm not human. I'm a siren." You confess to him. He looked at you, confused by your words.

You take a deep breath before humming your song to him.

"Oh my god. You're the voice I heard this morning." His eyes light up at the realization. Another minute ticked by.

"Yes. And if I'm not in the water before midnight, I'll never be able to go back." You tell him.

"What if you didn't. You could stay with me." He tells you eagerly.

"Bradley, a siren living without the water would be like you trying to live without flying in your big plane. Do you understand?"

He nods his head. "Will I ever be able to see you again?" He asks you as sorrow falls over his features.

"I don't know. But here, take this." You say as you unclasp your pearl necklace from around your throat. You place it in his palm and fold his hand over it.

"We may not see each other again, but every time you look out over the ocean, I want you to think of me." You smile at him with a tear in your eye.

He cups your face and kisses you just as the first toll of the midnight bell rings out.

You pull away from him and dive into the waves. Bradley watches you disappear into the water. He waits for what feels like an eternity.

But soon, he sees you pop out of the water and spalsh your tail at him.

He smiles and lets out a deep breath before watching you disappear in the sea once again.

He looks down at the necklace in his palm. He sighs and tucks it in his pocket before beginning his walk back to the carrier.

"Jake is never going to believe this." He mumbles to himself as he walks along the sand.

The moon reflected on the ocean, and a warm wind blew and twisted amongst the breeze, and Bradley heard your song, calling out to him once more.

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[cherrycola27]

Angsty Medusa Phoenix? Is that a thing?

It's totally a thing! I'm combining this with a request from @startrekfangirl2233

Stone Cold

Natasha worked hard to conceal what she really was. Always making sure to secretly wear her contacts so no one ever truly looked her in the eye, and always remembering to secure her wig to her serpent hair.

Some days were easier than others.

But days like today—they were the time where she wished she could show her true form.

There weren't many men that she wanted to turn to stone, however, if she made a list, Jake Seresin would be at the top of it.

God, he never ceased to get under her skin, and yet, she found herself undeniably attracted to him.

She could never have him, though. It was too risky. How could she ever explain herself if she did accidentally turn him to stone in a moment of passion?

So, she resided herself to hate him to his face, but long for him behind closed doors. She thought their hatred of each other was mutual until one night, she showed up at her doorstep with a blindfold.

"Jake, what are you doing—" She didn't get a chance to finish because he cut her off with a kiss.

He quickly spun her around and secured the black fabric across her eyes before whispering in her ear. "I don't care if you are a gorgon. You're still the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I know that we both pretend to hate each other, but who are we kidding? I'd gladly turn to stone if if meant I could have you at least once."

Phoenix swallowed thickly before saying, "My bedroom is the last door on the left." Jake smirked before taking her hand and leading her there.

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