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Kimi no Tonari — by Butterfly Cafe (Mamu)… is a freakin’ Masterpiece.
This is my NaruHina book report that NOBODY asked for. But... I can't help myself. Link to BOOK. I just can’t keep quiet about this one!!
Summary:
The story takes place almost a decade after the fourth shinobi war where Naruto is in his late twenties and bemoaning single life. Naruto started to hang out around Team 8 several years before the start of the story… just coincidentally mingling with peers who are still single, and finds himself particularly drawn toward Hinata’s company. Except—This is an AU where Naruto flat-out dumps Hinata after the Pein-attack, and Hinata is haunted by his blunt words of rejection. To complicate matters, Naruto doesn’t remember ever rejecting her and is confused and frustrated whenever Hinata LOUDLY and REPEATEDLY friend-zones him.
Why I think this is a masterpiece:
A super simple premise that's executed perfectly. Best Friends to Lovers Trope (Idiots to lovers, more like). Mutual Pining.
Witty, snappy, and FUN dialogue. So many laugh-out-loud moments.
Artful use of flash-forwards gives the reader a peek into an upcoming scene that sets the tone for the chapter.
A slow-burn romance with WONDERFUL pacing!!!!
A really good fight!!!!! A well-earned, and well-overdue couples-fight!!! Naruto and Hinata spend way too much time together, so the big fight they have that changes their relationship in the middle of this story is EPIC. BRUTAL. INSANE. They both call each other out and say things that cut DEEP. And more importantly, the way they make up and talk things out felt really realistic. There are holes in their arguments, and they brush things under the rug a bit, highlighting how hard it is for friends to become lovers. It also sets them up for their last and final misunderstanding that ultimately leads to them finally talking things out and confessing toward each other. It makes their final scenes together so satisfying.
Hilarious OC characters that test the couple’s patience/relationship. (Hinata's goofy admirer? Naruto's bothersome fangirls? The flamboyant shopkeeper that sells sexy dresses? They're a riot! I loved them!!)
CHARACTER GROWTH!!! Rewarding character growth!!
TEAM 8 being FED UP with both Naruto and Hinata. Kiba was the real MVP of this story. Honestly, HE should be Hokage. HUMPH!!!
Throughout the story, Naruto keeps saying 'My place is by your side' to Hinata (Title of this book). In the beginning, it sounds platonic... especially since he says it to highlight what great friends they are. But the more Naruto says it, the more impactful and romantic it gets as their relationship changes over the course of the story.
The ending is beautiful. I know it must be really hard to end a slow-burn love story, but this one just sticks the landing.
Mamu's known for her other slow-burn BFFs-to-Lovers fic you can read on her Pixiv account for free, but this one is like... a more refined version of that story. The ending especially is what makes this fic shine~!!
Here’s Mamu’s PIXIV-available story that is similar to ‘Kimi no Tonari’… but it’s set right after Naruto get’s his prosthetic arm, so blank-period NaruHina. Bff to lovers.
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Watching a scary movie
Aizawa: Being in the same room as you when you're watching a scary movie can be both thrilling and terrifying. It's thrilling because of the shared excitement and anticipation, but also terrifying because you are on edge and easily scared. He usually keeps the lights off cuddles up close while watching the movie, and jumps at each other when there are particularly scary moments. It's always a lot of fun, regardless of the scares you endure together.
All Might: When it comes to scary movies, you and he tend to be on the same page - you'll either find them hilarious or absolutely terrifying. He likes to react with loud gasps and even louder screams, but you also enjoy making jokes about the characters' questionable decisions and the ridiculous plot twists. It's safe to say that watching scary movies together is always an immersive, entertaining, and exciting experience for you both.
Endeavor: Hm, watching a scary movie with you can actually be quite thrilling. He enjoys seeing how you react to all the jump scares and tense moments, and he gets to provide some comfort and a shoulder to lean on when you need it. Watching in the dark heightens the intensity and makes it harder to see, which can lead to accidental physical contact, making for some cute moments between you. However, if you're watching a classic slasher flick, there's always the chance he ends up scaring you more than the movie does, but it's still fun.
Hawks: Watching horror films with you is as exciting as it is unnerving. It's thrilling to experience the suspense and jump scares together, but it's also nerve-racking because he knows you will get scared or even scream out loud at times, which can be unsettling. Nonetheless, he does his best to comfort and protect you from any potential scares, making it a fun and memorable experience for both of you. Watching scary movies with you is a great way to bond and enjoy the thrill of being frightened together. Plus, he gets to put you in his arms and hold you tight, keeping you safe and sound.
Shigaraki: Watching a scary movie with you can be an exhilarating experience. When the music, sound effects, and imagery combine with that uneasy feeling of not knowing what's going to happen next, it can raise adrenaline levels to a peak. There is that sense of shared excitement, but when the jump scares come, each other's reactions may also be quite different, and it is entertaining to watch your reactions and provide a measure of comfort when he sees you getting too spooked.
Dabi: Watching horror movies with you can be quite thrilling and exciting. He enjoys feeling the adrenaline rush from the jump scares and seeing how you react to the scary moments. However, at times it may get a bit too intense for you, so he tries to offer a comforting presence to ease your mind and assure you that everything is fine. But, if he's feeling a bit cheeky, he might try to sneak in a few scare tactics of his own to see how you'll respond. Overall, it can be a good time for both of you.
Twice: It's quite exhilarating, to watch a horror movie with you. You'll both sit back and get sucked into the world of fear, suspense, and thrills. The movie plays out, and during the tense moments, you grab his hand, and he squeezes it, reassuring you that he's there with you. The movie comes to a head, and you end up jumping and hiding behind him, only to be startled by your reactions. All in all, it's a fun experience.
Overhaul: Well, it is certainly entertaining. You seem to be quite easily scared and are easily startled by jump scares. He finds it enjoyable to watch you get scared, and have you cuddle up against him. In the end, if you can't handle the scary part, so he'll have to cover your eyes until it passes. After enough time in the relationship, he enjoys being protective and loving towards you whenever you watch a scary movie together.
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New Year Reading 2024 Edition- Timeless Reading
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Pile 1
Dark Wood Tarot Deck:
Two of Cups, Moon, Empress, Hierophant, and Judgment in rx
There seems to be a general energy of finding the right people. You may encounter someone who will be a lover, a good friend, or a great business partner. This person may have been someone you have been trying to manifest to come into your life. They will be loyal and courageous, they hold a special place in your life. Now some people may go through uncovering many illusions and lies about the people surrounding them. Some of you have some toxic people around and this will be the year of finding out truths. I feel like some of you have been holding back on who you are, there seems to be a general energy of not being able to express who you really are! You are meant to find out more things about yourself this year, a lot of self-discovery energy is in this pile. Now, there may be a turn of events where you may end up pregnant, if that is not resonating then you may discover a new creative endeavor. This creative project will bring birth many abundances into your life! For some of you, there will be another rite of passage, like a transition from one place to another! Some of you may be physically moving and others may be moving spiritually. There will be many ups and downs but you seem to be able to get through it. Try not to be overly self-critical in your spiritual journey and in general! I am picking up the vibes that you can be overly critical.
Thank you for reading!
Pile 2
Dark Wood Tarot Deck:
Death, Seven of Cups, Page of Cups, Magician, and Devil
This pile is starting off strong, there will be a transformation at the beginning of the year. It may start off rough for some of you who have chosen this pile. I am picking up a lot of losses and it could be financial losses, what I am about to say next may not be applicable to everyone but I do see that there is a death involved. This could be a family member, friend, or someone close. It will be hard getting through this from the start. Now for the majority, there will be a death in who you are, there seems to be a general energy of you transcending the past and becoming someone better than the past before. Perhaps the past used to haunt you but you’ll be able to face it. You seem to be working on your dreams and bringing them to reality. Connecting and grounding yourself with Mother Nature. I feel like some of you this year will begin to plan big things such as business, academia, and etc. However, there seems to be a twist and turn later on. It could be that you got stuck in a negative cycle towards the end of the year. This may be some addiction of some sort. Overall, your year turned out to be very good for setting the foundations of success for 2025.
Thank you for reading!
Pile 3
Dark Wood Tarot Deck:
Page of Pentacles, Lovers in rx, Seven of Pentacles in rx, Queen of Cups, and Nine of Swords in rx
You will start off strong this year, you may have a new project that you are begging to start. You will be taking it upon yourself to set yourself up for success and abundance this year. This could be career-related! Now, later on, it seems like you may have dealt with lovers who are not good for you, there may be certain people that you end up attracting because they may think you are easy. You may have entertained it for some time but it seems like you made the decision to no longer interact with the dating scene. There will be a release in your romantic life, I do see that for some this will lead to you rejecting yourself. There seems to be a disappointment of your harvest not being ready yet, you will go through learning the lesson of patience. Patience is key this year for you! Later on in the year, you will be able to be more emotionally available to yourself and others. I am seeing that this opening of the heart will allow your fruits to be harvested. You went down only to go up! Overall, this year was a good year. Filled with many rewards and fun memories.
Thank you for reading!
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Could we get a ohshc fix with babe reader where like reader is kyoya little brother and the little brother is at the host club with like a baby version of kyoyas black notebook and he like won’t let the other host members touch it but when you look at it it’s just little doodles of each member
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Kyoya glanced down at his little brother, their father unable to take him for take your kid to school day (read: didn't want to) so the little four year old hung out at the host clubs afterschool hours and the host club and the guests swooned at the tiny Kyoya.
The toddler wore a mini uniform and little glasses.
The kicker was the child sized notebook he kept writing in, closing it when anyone tried peering to see.
"'yoya, how do I do this?" (Name) asked softly as the teenager helped his little brother with his school work, basically he had to write about his day at his parents work with illustrations and Kyoya was more than happy to help the toddler "this is where you draw your day and down here you write what happened"
"Oh..." (Name) said as he did a page before Kyoya let him go explore the club so he could get more to put in.
The twins watched curiously as the little boy wrote in his little book when he saw them entertaining guests.
"Oh hello" one of the guests said as little (name) waddled up to Tamakis area and tried not to eye the cookies and treats laid out "hello..." (Name) mumbled suddenly shy, everyone's eyes on him as he clutched his little book "would you like a treat?"
"...yes please" (name) said shyly taking the macaron from one of the guests and shyly nibbling on it "oh my darling boy, you're the most precious thing!" Tamaki exclaimed to the mini Kyoya who just looked used to Tamakis antics and set his little cookie on the coffee table before doing something in his little black book, bowing slightly to the guests and grabbing his cookie and running back to Kyoya who had already prepared some tea for the little boy.
(Name) was still too young for a real tea cup, hands too small and cup just to heavy for him so Kyoya brought his little dinosaur cups, a glass looking plastic that had fun little dinosaurs on them.
(Name) really likes dinosaurs.
Kyoya even got him a little dinosaur themed pen for today.
By the end of the clubs day (name) was out like a light, almost his bedtime and exhausted from interacting with guests and absolutely thrilled to hang out with his big brother.
Kyoya carried him into the limo with both of their belongings, the tiny boy asleep in his car seat as Kyoya spotted the mini version of his own book and decided a peak wouldn't hurt.
Inside were honestly pretty shitty drawings but Kyoya felt his heart melt at the drawings his brother made of him and his friends, a lot of drawings of Kyoya with the worst coolest brother and such.
Kyoya knew (name) would one day deal with the strife of being the youngest as he once did and vowed to shield the little one from that suffering like he did.
He would love him the way his brothers before did.
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A Dousing Perversion
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Gilbert/Reader
Words: 1616
Tags: Piss, Piss Drinking, Piss Kink, Cuddles, Reader has vagina
Summary: Gilbert has an odd request, but you decide to let him indulge.
It’s difficult trying to feel confident when you’re so vulnerable and exposed, even with a man who has such a damning reputation built upon him resting before you. Fire burns across your cheeks the longer you take in the scene of Gilbert on his knees, his hands resting on your thighs as you ponder his obscene request. You mull over how casually he asked such a thing from you, but there you were, entertaining the idea regardless.
Gilbert’s thumbs gently work at your inner thighs, massaging comforting circles against the tense muscles. His gaze is calm, lovingly patient as he looks up at you. Your heart pounds, recognizing the look in his eyes.
“I’ll be fine.”
Fine, he says. With such an easy-going smile on his lips, that knowing look that you wish you could curse. It’s as though he can read your thoughts so clearly, turning your pages with ease.
You find your voice again, with a deep breath, “I think a certain doctor would disagree.”
“You don’t believe me?”
His voice is a pout, but his expression stays the same, only his grin spreading when you sigh, your fingers tangling in your dress.
“Forgive me for being nervous.”
“Don’t I always?” More cheek. Enough to make you recognize how much you love this man, even through the huff you give.
“You do…”
“So,” his index fingers slip under the sides of your underwear, testing their give, but going no further than that. Familiar warmth, resting at your hips, “will you?”
The question hangs in the air as you debate. As each second ticks by, Gilbert still sits between your legs. Humming to himself, comfortable toying with your clothes, your thighs, yet there isn’t an erotic intention to each caress. He’s just happy to touch your skin, have contact that only he’s privy to.
It’s moments like these that you realize Gilbert’s respect for you rests high. There were times that he may bully you into submission, to twist your words to play into his games- however there were lines he wasn’t keen to cross. Lines like your comfort with sexual pleasures. His patience was limitless with most of your timidity in bed, even if he was keen on prying your unspoken desires out.
But his requests, for what you had considered far more perverse than you had encountered in your books? He offered reassurances to hesitant questions, his attitude towards the subjects made clear that your word was final. The knowledge that you were safe in his hands, that this was not something he expected, only asked.
That, in the end, is what drew your answer out.
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His breathing is… Ragged. Barely so, but in your hyperaware state, it’s all you can focus on. Each puff tingles against your folds as he holds your lower lips apart. He smacks his own together at the sight, tongue darting out to lick his lips, as if supplementing the want of tasting you.
It’s been…Arduous. Minutes passing with you standing rigidly, his mouth so close to your clit as your calves and arms ache with how tense your body is. Your focus keeps breaking, unable to get your bladder to work with your mental pleas.
It’s now that Gilbert looks at you, the heat against your cunt dissipating as he moves back to do so. Fresh embarrassment forms as he spots the way your eyes prickle with frustration. You see him start to talk, opening his mouth to do so, and it’s then, as your nerves hit a peak, that your body finally listens.
It’s an unsteady spurt, one that splashes onto Gilbert’s thigh and onto the tile of the bathroom, filling you with dread for immediately making a mess. Your muscles clench with the realization, but Gilbert acts fast, ducking his head back between your legs.
His lips find your clit at first, the jolt of pleasure causing you to take in a sharp breath, before lapping just below- and it starts once more. Another nervous gush, this time continuing in earnest with your eyes clamped shut.
Gilbert gasps, the stream hitting his chin before he manages to readjust, moving to catch what he can into his mouth.
The sensation of his mouth there, hearing what overflows hit the floor in a quiet trinkle… It’s mortifying in ways you did not expect. Half of you wants to back away, shame eating away at your core, disgust trying to take over your senses.
Yet Gilbert persists. His grip tightens, and you can feel the tremor of excitement that runs through him. It’s quick how he shifts his position, moving to be able to drink easier without wasting too much, but you hyperfixate on the puddle growing beneath you, wetting the underside of your heel.
Gilbert says nothing, but his mouth stays busy. You can hear how he tries to gulp mouthfuls in the beginning, but after being able to ruminate on the taste, he lets you hear his groan. Soon, your urine cascades from his chin, and down his body- he moves back to let this happen, to let your warmth soak into his clothes.
On impulse, you want to stop yourself, but one look at his expression stills your breath.
His eyes are hazed over, watching how your fluid exits your body and lands on him. His breathing is so minimal you’re scared he’s stopped completely, but a shiver and moan proves otherwise.
Trailing your eyes down his body, the way his clothes now cling so tightly along his chest, torso, his pants… you see the outline of his erection, straining against the dampened fabric.
.
An itch tingles at your skin, another shallow breath eases out of you to soothe it.
It’s what you’ve been doing as Gilbert cleaned up in the bathroom while you waited on the bed, trying to keep your nerves at bay while you battled the flurry of thoughts in your mind.
Gilbert drank from you. Gleefully. Nothing you had done previously during sex had incited such a reaction from him, and you were troubled, trying to figure out what that meant. How you felt.
It was true that shame consumed you the most, making your nails crawl along your skin, but you were painfully aware that was just a conditioned response. That in any other context, the act of pissing on Gilbert would have been disgraceful.
But he had wanted it. And after all the ways he had indulged you in bed, you wanted to attempt giving to him as well- especially since he so rarely propositioned you in such ways.
You curl in on yourself, bunching the covers close.
Truly, what were you scared of? That he would look at you differently from now on?
Gilbert?
He had caught the look in your eye, as you saw his degeneracy. You’re not sure what he saw there, but it was enough for him to ease you to rest against the rim of the tub, keeping yourself steady.
And…He cleaned you. His tongue roamed between your legs, savoring the last drops you had to give. It followed the trails left on your thighs, up to between your lower lips, letting out soft groans with the mixture of your arousal and urine.
From that moment on, the grip he held eased. He coaxed you with words you couldn’t focus on, but the cadence of his voice was enough to allow yourself to be washed traditionally.
With such loving murmurs and brushes with cloth, why were you allowing yourself to be so riddled with abashment?
Light peeks into the room as the man of your thoughts comes in from the bathroom. There’s a pause to his steps, then they’re more determined, yet careful.
Careful, to where they’re not loud. Careful, in the way he eases his weight onto the mattress. Careful, in the way his palm gingerly meets your side, settling in behind you.
No words come out. Instead, he slides his arm around your middle, nosing the side of your neck. The action is familiar, and you ease into him- just enough for him to understand you’re not fearful of his presence.
“I love you,” A pause, waiting, and then he continues, “what is on your mind, little rabbit?”
Too much, truthfully. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but the need for reassurance runs high. Quickly, you tangle your fingers with his, and he squeezes your hand in return.
“That… You…” Words fail you, but you persist, trying to formulate what your mind buzzes about, “Would you be upset if I said I’m not sure I could do that again?”
“No,” The reply is quick, firm, and you doubt it for a second.
So, you challenge, “but you were so-”
“When it comes to these matters, I value your willingness more than anything else.” His grip tightens momentarily, “I may understand that your will is buried under layers, but I want it there, little rabbit.”
Breathing comes a little easier, but your muscles ache with your stubbornness. Slowly, you quietly whisper your next concern.
“You… Didn’t finish.”
His laugh is soft, muffled as he relaxes against you, “I finished just as I wanted. Don’t worry.”
It’s hard not to, even when he says so. Gilbert knows you far too well, however, and hums against your skin.
“I don’t always want to cum. I want to endure the sensations for as long as I can manage, to let them overtake my senses…” He trails off, “I’m satisfied, little rabbit. Now, I just want to rest with you.”
That, you could do. All the ache ebbs away as you allow yourself to uncurl, to let him embrace you fully.
“That’s all I want, too.”
folds my hands. do I even explain myself? is there an explanation? all I can say is that I do not foresee me writing this topic again, at least not any time soon.
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January 31, 2024 -
Tae’s final deployment details are released! Remember, Tae applied for SDT and placement is random, with soldiers being assigned to the Ministry of National Defense, Army headquarters, or each division, once the additional three weeks of SDT training are completed. SDT is distributed to not just Seoul, but also each region.
Starting on February 8, 2024, Tae will serve at the 2nd Army Corps of Chuncheon, Gangwon Province. Alternately known as the “Double Dragons,” or “Rok II Corps” or “Ssangyong Unit,” it’s a unit responsible for guarding the challenging military demarcation line. There is a Military Police unit under the direct control of the ROK II Corps, and this includes a Special Duty Team, as well as general military police. This location, nicknamed twin dragons(쌍용), is nestled between twin peaks and is tasked with protecting the Mid-East front, which is one of the roads connecting to Seoul, such as Hwacheon Chuncheon and Yanggu.
I’m not versed in Korean geography and military camps, but a few pages noted that this location is notoriously brutal and difficult to access due to rough mountainous terrain, which is why the unit Tae is assigned to is small. According to these pages, the unit faces tough conditions, including iron fences along the north facing side, numerous stairways for guard duty that are coupled with heavy gears and arms, and there have been reported ankle and knee issues among soldiers deployed here, making it a challenging and less desirable posting. The 2nd Corps, the unit Tae is assigned to, is part of the Ground Operations Command, and has an offensive force tasked with engaging the enemy and protecting the Military Demarcation Line.
Positive notations are that the facilities and food are good, and there is easily accessible transportation since many units are stationed here and the camp is located by Chuncheon City.
The below information says Wooga member and friend Hyungsik also served at this location. However, a friend researched and noted that Hyungsik was in the military police department of the Capital Defense Command as an active duty soldier, which is in Seoul, Seodaemun District (so special forces like Tae but a different posting). Please disregard the small blip from the below SS that says it’s the same unit as Tae’s. They’re in two separate units.
CT: Wintertaeta, vantestream and TaeTaePH on TW for the above information and verbiage used:
https://x.com/wintertaeta/status/1752526870862770659?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
https://x.com/romantic_tae/status/1752552458155364543?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
https://x.com/taetae_ph/status/1752571288990986562?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
https://x.com/vantestream/status/1752591839654289848?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
More info can be found at this article - https://www.timesnownews.com/entertainment-news/korean/bts-v-to-transfer-to-rok-ii-corps-after-passing-intense-sdt-training-all-you-need-to-know-about-ssangyong-unit-article-107290805
This YouTube video gives a better visual of the unit (no English subs) - https://youtu.be/4c4Cos7QWC0?si=avsuqAgDSyPQsiCB
Unit logo -
And this is just a note to archive, but it’s approximately 90 minutes from Jk’s base!
CT: TaeJkForever on TW for the above picture and information
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Often - In Secret
You x Thérèse (In Secret - Elizabeth Olsen)
Angst/Smut
Summary: In secret except GAY AF! No actual murder of Camille or stupid suicides! That movie is entertaining but fuck that plot. I just envision so much better! Thérèse is so GAY she is Horny and desperate for more than the life she was dealt. You are just the person to rescue her. I give you a character to play here, not just y/n.
TW: SMUT, 18+, Filthy, Cheating on husbands to be GAY together,
Here is the title song: Often By Lauren Sanderson
Read On Ao3
AN: You know something about cheating on men to be GAY is so satisfying especially when the man is your cousin! YUCK. I know it was 1860 but like yuck! She had to take care of his sick ass her entire childhood. She was robbed! This is a fix it fic because the movie's plot sucks she literally lives such a shit life the entire time really then dies with an asshole like wtf.
Word Count: 10,821 & 25 Pages!!
Imagine This:
1860 Paris
Thérèse lives a hopelessly mundane routine life in the countryside near Paris. Her sickly cousin Camille requires constant care. Unfortunately, the job of caregiver has been forced onto Thérèse. Her father left her under the care of her domineering aunt. Left as a small girl, Thérèse has grown up sheltered and repressed. Her days consist of keeping quiet and taking care of her cousin. When she gets the chance she escapes on walks and daydreams. She wanders and finds herself in her favourite hidden spot where she can see the hillside across the river. She loves this spot for many reasons but her favourite just happens to be the couples who often sneak off to the otherside for romantic picnics.
Her favourite couple is there today as she sneakily crawls in the tall grass on her side of the river. She watches as the man with short dark hair unbuttons his shirt. Her eyes are glued to the sight and she can’t help but lick her lips. The girl has long blonde ringlets that fall on her bare shoulders as he undoes her blouse. Thérèse watches wide green eyes and brown hair falling in a mess around her as she presses her hips into her bunched up dress. Her clit throbs watching the couple kiss. The woman's skin looks impossibly soft and his muscles seem to glisten in the sun and she can’t help her mind. She wonders what it must feel like to be each of them. She imagines kissing and touching and her hips move against her dress as a deep desire to gain friction sets in as it often does here. The couple seems to be in a rush today and she struggles to reach her own satisfaction. They finish before her and she sighs in frustration. She closes her eyes and tries to picture them but it doesn’t help. She is about to give up and head back home until she sees two girls across the way. They lay out a blanket and look around. Her curiosity is peaked as she watches them carefully not to be seen. She has never seen two girls use the spot.
Her jaw drops as they lean in and kiss. The way they kiss is so different from the way the others kiss. It is languid and so soft. She feels a heat rush to her lower abdomen. They keep their clothes fully on but somehow it is hotter than any scene she has witnessed here before. Her hips began to thrust against her bunched up dress once again out of her own control. The girl with brown hair starts kissing down the red heads neck and Thérèse shivers at the thought. The brunette then moves a hand to cup the redheads breast over the fabric of her dress and the girl throws her head back in a soft moan. Thérèse watches mouth open and soft hot breaths fall from her lips as she thrusts and grinds against her dress. She watches in awe as the brunette’s hand travels under the many layers of the others’ dress. She can’t see exactly what the girl is doing but she can see that the redhead is enjoying it. She grinds harder and faster and finally feels the release she was building to. She sighs and watches as the girls continue to softly kiss and touch. Now the redhead has got her head under the others’ dress. Thérèse swallows hard as she watches the brunette's reactions. She desperately wants to know what is happening under that dress. When she thinks about the possibilities she squeezes her legs shut and feels a shiver run up her back. She can’t stop herself and curiously changes her position just enough to lay on her side. She moves her own hand down and under the layers of fabric that make up her dress and undergarments. She slips her slender fingers past the tie that holds her trousers on and past the soft curls. Her skin is so hot and wet as she presses her middle finger against her throbbing swollen clit. She rubs slowly and tests different pressures. She adds a second finger and rubs in circles around the sensitive skin and it feels so good. She watches the girls and rubs her clit. She has to bite her bottom lip to suppress the sounds that threaten to escape her throat. She’s never felt this good. As she reaches release she can feel her body contract harder than ever and it makes her legs flex.
She has to lay in the grass for a moment after to catch her breath.
She has been a good obedient girl all this time. Barely getting sweet moments to herself. News of her fathers death brings change. Madame Raquin informs her that she has no options. She is forced to marry her cousin Camille and they move to Paris so he can get a job and they can open a fabric shop.
Although the change of scenery and friends are interesting, Thérèse still finds her life sad and boring. Camille doesn’t kiss her the way the couples on the hill side kiss. He coughs during his sad attempt at sex and she just lays there. She is miserable and lonely. Until one day Camille brings you home for dominos night.
Your name is Lauren LeClaire and you have this androgynous sort of look about you. Your dress is not puffed out but slim and fitting to you. You refuse to wear those ridiculous hoops. The top looks more like a suit than a dress which you tailored to your body. The top-hat you wear is odd to say the least. (Anne Lister vibes)
You have dark black hair and dark mysterious brown eyes that seem to look right through Thérèse. She can’t help but stare at you. She decides instantly she needs to hate you because you are far too alluring. You look at her like you are hungry like you have secret thoughts. Because you do. The moment your gaze fell on the quiet girl you knew you needed to break her out of her shell.
It was more than that though you could see the way she looked at you she had secrets and you could read her body. It was obvious how desperately she craved pleasure and you were determined to be the one to give it to her.
Each time you play dominos you make sure to brush past her at every opportunity. It is beyond satisfying to hear her take a sharp inhale of breath or shudder as you invade her space. You love seeing her cheeks tint a shade of pink that just makes her skin look more irresistible.
You are lucky your friendship with Camille and Madame Raquin allows you to be over at their place more and more frequently. From the little interactions with Thérès you know she is desperate for each little moment.
You offer to paint Camille and struggle to concentrate on him as Thérèse sits in your view watching with those intense emerald eyes.
Camille sits in front of you “I’ve tried but just can’t imagine it.”
“What?”
“Standing there with a palette and brush in hand while a woman takes off her clothes.”
“Can’t you?”
“I wouldn’t know where to look.”
“There are dozens of places.”
“My hands would shake. It’s different for you, you are a woman.”
“It isn’t different at all. I paint all bodies, women and men. I appreciate the beauty of all human beings.”
“I’d be hypnotised.”
“Have you not seen a woman?”
Your curiosity gets the better of you and you can’t stop your gaze from falling onto Thérèse. Her emerald eyes are watching you carefully. You want desperately to know how much intimacy they have shared.
“Bare?”
You nod yes.
“No. Why would I? How do you manage to paint it all?”
“Well you are married, Camille. You don’t just look at the body, you listen to it. The body speaks especially when the model also gets hypnotised.”
You don’t miss the way Thérèse softly gasps.
Camille laughs and imitates what he thinks the body may say “I have to go wee.”
Thérèse looks between you and Camille, quiet and observant as always.
“Yeah, maybe. The body says other things.”
“Love me, I suppose.”
“The first model I ever painted was a beautiful redhead. Naturally red, as I quickly discovered. The only hitch was this beautiful creature was deaf as a brick. I couldn’t call out the adjustments I wanted, I had to mould her, like a sculpture.”
You watch as Thérèse visibly swallows.
“One afternoon, I wanted her legs a bit wider. So I went to move her knees apart, but on a feeling I touched the inside of her thigh with the tip of my brush. Where the skin is soft and smooth as cream and warm.”
You watch as your words affect Thérèse. Her lips part and she licks her lips. She bats her long lashes rapidly. You can hear Thérèse take a shaky breath and want nothing more than to feel her lips tremble against your own, her shaky breath playing on your skin. You bite your bottom lip at the thought.
“The lightest touch of my brush.”
“Did she make the move you were after?”
You catch her staring at your hand as you paint and Thérèse looks down away from you in an instant.
“She did.”
“And what was her body saying to you then?”
“Brush me again.”
Thérèse gasps and her eyes wander the room almost like she can’t catch her breath. You watch with a smirk. She is in a bit of a panic like her thoughts were too much for the moment. She scrunches up her nose like she’s thinking trying to come back to reality.
“Alright time for the big reveal, get your mother.”
Camille did as he was told, happily rushing down the stairs to find his mother leaving you alone with Thérèse. “Do you know what your body says to me, Thérèse?”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “It says touch me, kiss me, take me.”
Her jaw fell a little with each word and you wanted so desperately to brush your thumb over her plump and pink bottom lip. “You desire pleasure. I desire to pleasure you.”
Before she can speak you can hear the creak of the stairs as Camille and Madame Raquin approach and you place your index finger over your lips. A smirk forms on your lips. You share a secret now and you can see the effect it has on her. You straighten up as Camille and Madame Raquin enter the room. Thérèse stands and they wait.
You turn the canvas and stand slowly revealing the dark painting of Camille. You enjoy watching their different reactions to the painting. Camille is so happy and it makes you happy to see. He is so innocent and ignorant. It is funny to watch Madame Raquin look at the painting with a furrowed brow. You can tell it unsettles her. There is a reason of course you went for a dark version of your friend because this place is dark suffocating. Watching the way Camille and Madame Raquin demand things from Thérèse is suffocating. It’s in the air.
“Isn’t it distinguished?”
Madame scoffs, “It doesn’t resemble you, it's blue and so grey.”
“It resembles my soul, mother.”
Madame looks at you, “Oh, is that what you were after?”
“I paint what I see Madame.”
Camille is thrilled and your answer seems to make Madame smile as well. The bell downstairs rings and Madame moves to leave but Camille stops her. “Let me go out and get a bottle of champagne to celebrate.”
“Yes!”
“No two bottles!”
“Yes, yes!”
You stop paying them any attention as they ramble in happiness. Your gaze falls to Thérèse. She ponders the painting with her fingers pressed to her lips.
Madame and Camille run off and you pay them little mind as you watch Thérèse.
“Do you like it?”
“You said you couldn’t paint.”
You stare at Thérèse gaze wandering her entire body, eyes lidded. Her body speaks to you. One of her arms is crossed over her body supporting her other elbow as she rubs her pink lips with her fingers and touches her chin.
The words escape your lips softly, “Unbutton your blouse.”
Her body and gaze turn to yours, her lips parted ever so slightly. Her hand moves away from her lips. She is not shocked by your words. She is not put off by them either. No, she is entranced by them. She wants to do it. She has been dying to do it.
“We don’t have time.”
Your lips fall apart in awe of her. You have never felt the heat pool so low so quickly before and it takes all your strength to keep yourself from melting into a puddle at her feet. She wants you and you want her and the room feels intense and thick with desire. There is a magnetic force between you and it is impossible to withstand.
As she looks at you and you look at her the magnet wins and her hands fly to the buttons of her blouse as she holds your stare. Her body turns more fully facing you and you make quick strides to stand before her. The anticipation written on her face for what you will do is breathtaking. Her red lips are parted and her breath is quick as she continues to unbutton her blouse in a rush. As you close the gap you grab her waist with one hand and slide one hand from her cheek to her jaw and neck and pull her in as you part your lips. As you close your eyes you see her lips part for you her head tilt into the embrace and you let yourself fall apart as your lips collide with hers. Your tongue just pokes out enough to help you suck on her upper lip. She leans her entire body into you as she manages to match your slow but passionate kisses. Your breath is hot and mixing with hers and she tastes divine. Her lips move against yours fitting perfectly as you both change angles.
You can’t stop yourself, your hands have minds of their own and you move one hand around her lower back to support her as your other falls to her open blouse. You pull the fabric away from her and relish at the sight of her pale skin. Your lips quickly find purchase on her exposed cleavage. You kiss and bite and suck the soft warm skin and breathe her in deeply. She smells so sweet. Her lips brush against your neck at the strained angle as she breathes hot and heavy against your skin. She begins to pant as you bite harder.
“Ah”
“Am I hurting you?”
A breathless “Yes” falls from her lips.
“Oh Ah”
She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth slowly releasing it. As more soft sounds leave her.
The sounds that leave her parted lips have your knees feeling weak. You squeeze her clothed breast in your hand as you continue to bite and suck the exposed skin. She leans back her grip on your waist tightening.
“Don’t moan.”
She gasps for air trying to silence her pleasure and it is earth shattering to hear her against your ear. To feel her panting against your neck trying not to make a sound. One of her hands grabs at your shoulder and back trying desperately to hold on. You turn her, lifting her into your arms by her waist and kiss her lips once more. Her hands fly into your hair and grip at the back of your neck. You quickly move her back against the wall of windows and slowly bring her down onto the bench she had been sitting on earlier. Your lips still slotted together in wet hot kisses.
As you set her down she parts from your lips and looks out the windows that lead to the stairs of the apartment. You attach yourself to her neck and press yourself hard between her legs. One hand on her outer thigh pushing the layers of dress up. Her hands pull your face back to hers and she kisses you hard biting your bottom lip.
You gasp and she slides her tongue over your lips and into your mouth you suck lightly on her tongue and her hips buck up into yours. She grinds her hips against your clothed abdomen without resolve chasing sweet friction. Your kisses become a messy mix of teeth and tongue. She is lost in the feeling and can’t stop herself from chasing that familiar release. You part from her lips as her body shudders against you and you watch helplessly as she comes undone in your arms. Her tightly shut eyes, the crease in her forehead, her lips parted in almost a painful expression, teeth shown to you as her nose scrunches and a moan leaves her lips barely audible. She is breathtaking. You need more, you need to see her lose herself again and again.
You are seconds away from moving your hand between her legs when the bell clangs downstairs.
You quickly stand and straighten yourself as she quickly buttons her blouse and flattens out her dress.
“Tomorrow at noon,“ you whisper, “during my lunch I must see you.”
She nods and points to a door and you make a quick note of the side door and nod your understanding. You both manage to look composed as Camille and Madame Raquin return.
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The next day is agonisingly slow. Each click of the clock builds anticipation.
When you are finally walking down the side path to the shop your body is buzzing. She lets you in with a giddy energy about her and pulls you into the doorway pinning you against the wall instantly kissing you like you never stopped your kisses from the day before. She quickly moves you away from the wall and to the bench. You sit but before she can lower herself into the position you were in yesterday between your legs you stop her. You grab at her waist and she looks down at you curiously. You move a hand down and under the layers of her dress. You take her leg in your hand and make her place a foot on the bench beside you. This opens her legs to you and you make a quick effort to do what you wanted to yesterday. Your hand travels between her legs and she watches from above with parted lips breathing heavily already. You move your other hand under the dress as well.
“Unbutton your blouse.”
She quickly does as she is told and then rests her hands on your shoulders. You take both your hands to her waist under the dress and find the band to her trousers and pull them down. You hold her hip in one hand and slide your fingers through soft curls and into wet heat. She leans over you at the first touch, grip on your shoulder tightening. You softly explore and spread her slick heat over her lips before applying pressure to her clit. She gasps for air at the direct pressure. You slide two fingers up and down and watch how it drives her crazy. She bites her bottom lip as she stares down at you, her eyes a darker shade of green. She feels so warm and soft in your hands. You want her to show you what she likes. Her using your body yesterday to get the pleasure she desired had you so wet.
“Show me where.”
She pushes herself more upright and grabs her dress in each hand as she moves her hips forcing your fingers to slide against her. She lifts herself up slightly and your fingers press to her entrance. She slowly moves to envelop your fingers inside her. You can feel the stretch around you. She is so tight and wet it has your own hips pressing into the bench below you clit throbbing. She begins to slowly move her hips again leaning over you and grabbing at your shoulder as she breathes out.
You press your fingers inside her against the spot that drives all women mad.
“Show me, there?”
You curl your fingers “there?” You smile as her eyes shut tight and she makes that face you are becoming addicted to “right there?”
She leans over you more and has to put a hand on the wall behind you to keep from falling over you. You repeat your motions until you can’t her walls clench and contract around you. Quiet moans leave her lips and you feel your own walls contract around nothing just at the sight, sounds and feel of Thérèse cuming on your fingers.
Her hips slow and she shudders as you slowly slide out of her. You find her trousers and pull them back up her legs and remove your hands from under her dress. She remains leaning for a moment before standing upright once again. She then falls to her knees in front of you and leans in to kiss your lips. She presses herself between your legs hard, pressing as close as she can. You match her kisses and bite her bottom lip. She pulls back and her gaze travels your body she leans back a bit and takes her palm down your chest and abdomen still fully clothed and down in between your legs. She presses her palm down hard against you and it relieves the throb in your clit. She moves it up and down against you and you are far too close to the edge because that is all it takes for you to throw your head back in pure bliss. She continues her motion after your back arches and you have to grab her hand to stop her.
“Thérèse.”
She bites her bottom lip and leans in to kiss your lips once again. “I want more.”
“Me too. I want to taste you. I want to see you, all of you.”
She shudders at your words with a sharp intake of breath.
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.”
“Don’t be late!”
You nod as you stand and pull her up with you. She rushes to kiss you and her kiss is desperately asking you to keep your promise. You kiss her and squeeze her entire body closer by her waist. You can feel her smile against your lips and it makes you smile even as you pull away. She rushes you and pecks your lips once more before pulling away fully.
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The next time she opens the door for you she is in her corset and her slip. Her brown hair is down in loose waves. It's longer than you thought and you can’t wait to have your hands in it. Her appearance catches you off guard and you pause for a moment. You drink her in but she is impatient and rushes to kiss you in the doorway. It’s quick and before you know it she has pulled you through the door and pushed you against the wall. Her lips are hungry for you. Her hands pull at your clothes and then she is gone in an instant around the corner you follow as she flops down onto her bed.
“Your marriage bed? Madame could come up here at any minute.”
She rolls from her flopped position with a smile.
“Oh, she wouldn’t dream of leaving the shop. Besides, I have a terrible headache and I need to rest.”
She makes a show of rolling on the bed and you bite your bottom lip and rub your fingers over it as you watch her.
She looks at you and smiles “You’re afraid.”
Your hands drop and you take a step closer to the end of the bed and she laughs. She gets on her knees and crawls to the edge of the bed with a teasing smile. You laugh softly.
“I can’t believe you’re the same lifeless girl that always sat in the corner.”
You step up to the bed and she lays her hand on your chest and begins unbuttoning your blouse.
“Oh, you have no idea how much they’ve stolen from me.”
You run your fingers up her bare arms mapping out her freckles in your mind on the way.
She continues with a laugh. “I almost ran away twice.”
You slowly lift your hand and brush her hair back out of her face. And she leans into your touch.
“But she always said I couldn’t survive without them.”
You run your thumb down her cheek and over her plump bottom lip and she bites you lightly. You brush her chin as she continues. “And I believed her. Now there is nothing left of me but a bit of burnt wick and a wisp of smoke.”
She begins to pull your blouse and dress away revealing your white undershirt and trousers. She bites her lip as she reveals more of you. The sun coming in through the window makes her pale skin glow golden and her green eyes lighter than you have ever seen them. She is hypnotising.
“Now look at you.”
She smiles, teeth still pressed to her bottom lip as her hands travel down your chest and abdomen. She leans in slowly as she whispers in a deep sultry voice.
“So don’t be afraid. Danger passes by those who look it right in the eye.”
You both lean in and kiss with a bit of teeth clashing. She pulls on you by the unbuttoned collar of your blouse. You fall on top of her in a mess of white cotton. She giggles against your lips and it is infectious. You want to make her laugh forever and more to feel her laugh on your lips is a blessing from above. You are in heaven laying on top of her. Her hands work at your clothes once again. With your help and parting from her lips to untangle yourself from the undergarments you are bare in front of her. Your tan skin is already hot with a thin layer of sweat from the brisk walk here and the struggle to get undressed.
She licks her lips as her gaze falls from your face to every inch of you she can see. She is memorising your body, hungry to keep the image for herself, always. Your abdomen is strong and lean and there is a hint of abs. Your breasts are small and perky but the perfect size for her hands to hold. She bites her bottom lip as you hold yourself up above her. Your arms are flexed and she can’t help herself. Her slender long fingers run over your body making you shudder. Her gaze is intense. Her green eyes are dark and her pupils only leave a thin ring of emerald.
You look down at her body and smirk.
“Now something about this is not fair.”
“Do something about it.”
You smirk as you sit back and pull her upright. You untie her corset and are seconds away from ripping the damn thing when it finally gives and you can unclip it. You pull it away and toss it aside. Her slip is made of thin white cotton that now exposes her hard nipples and you lick your lips in anticipation.
“Get on your knees”
As she moves you tug the bottom of her slip up and when she is on her knees you pull it off over her head. Her skin is smooth as silk. The sweet porcelain is dotted with random freckles and as your gaze falls to her breast you find your favourite one. She has a single freckle on her left breast and you can’t help yourself as you attach your lips to it. Her hands fly into your hair and you press against her skin to skin. She is so soft and warm. She falls back on the bed as you suck and attempt to bite her breast. You want that freckle marked as yours. When she falls away from you a grunt leaves your lips. Until your gaze lands on her laid bare in front of you. She is breathtaking. Her breasts are just slightly bigger than yours and perky and her nipples are hard and a beautiful shade of pink. Her porcelain skin is flawless minus a few bruises and you adore her little belly. There is a hint of abs and she has soft lines that accent her hip bones in a delicious way. You can’t help but devour her with your gaze. Her legs are so much longer than you ever would have thought. They are fit but slender and have you wishing to worship every inch of them.
You lean back on your knees and grab both her ankles and make her bend her legs. You lean in and kiss her inner knee on each side. You look at her through lidded eyes. You move your kisses up on the inside of her right thigh then her left. Back and forth between each leg, up…up…up, until you hover over her. You kiss the soft skin of her belly up between her breasts and capture her lips once again. She groans into your lips. And you feel her hips press up into you. "Please!"
You break from the kiss and smirk "trust me."
You lean down and kiss her breasts, you slot your legs with hers and press your thigh against her. She sighs with relief. You bite and suck on that beautiful freckle. And squeeze her other breast. You move your kisses to her nipple and suck and flick your tongue over the stiff bud. She gasps as you bite lightly. You pinch her other nipple and you feel her hips begin to grind against you. She's so wet that you can't bear it and move your kisses down her belly. You glance up through lidded eyes before slowly leaning in to kiss her between her hips.
She grinds into you needy. She pants out hot breaths. "Ah!"
You grab her thighs and guide her legs to put them on your shoulders. You hold the outside of her hips and suck her clit into your mouth. Her heels dig into your back as she tries to get more of you.
You give into her needy movements and run your tongue down entering her sweet source. You moan into her she tastes so fucking good. You want this to last forever. But you can feel her legs tremble and know she is close. You devour her getting lost in the way she feels and sounds and tastes. Her thighs squeeze around your head and you groan against her. If you suffocated right now you'd die happy.
Her hands tug at your hair and she grinds against you as her thighs squeeze you and her heels dig into your back hard. "Ah AH! AHH!"
Her back arches off the bed and she presses more into you. You feel her contract and lick up every drop as she cums and squirms beneath you.
You squeeze her hips harder trying to get her to hold still. You feel her muscles all tighten and she strains against you as you try to get more. She pulls your hair hard and releases her thighs from around your head pulling you up. You can feel her on your chin and can't stop licking your lips.
She pulls you up and kisses you hard. She groans into the kiss and you groan back as she sucks on your tongue. You pull away when you need air and she swipes her thumb over your chin then licks it and you collapse on top of her
She rolls you over surprisingly easily and straddles your hips. She runs her fingers over your chest and squeezes your breast pinching each hard nipple. She kisses the valley between them and down your abdomen. Moving her body down until she manoeuvres between your legs. Her hands follow. She kisses all over your lower stomach and inner thighs. She sits up and runs a hand down over you pressing her palm against your clit. Then she runs her two middle fingers down and then up spreading your slick heat and making you moan low.
She runs the two fingers back down and just teases your entrance. She leans down then lays between your legs. She looks up at you through long lashes and leans down pressing her lips against you as her fingers slide in. She presses her tongue against you flat then flicks and sucks your clit as she presses her fingers deep inside you. You pant and shake your so worked up you're scared it won't take much. Your hands are in her hair.
"Thérèse. Thérèse."
You pant and groan and moan her name falling from your lips softly. She hums and moans against you enjoying this new found pleasure she gets from pleasing you.
The vibrations are too much and it takes barely any time to reach the edge and tumble off the cliff. You would be embarrassed but her eyes are sparkling with pride. She smiles as she sits back up and it murders you. She then rubs her thumb over her chin and bottom lip and sucks it clean and you throw your head back at a loss for words.
She crawls over you slowly pressing her full weight on you and the warmth and feel of her brings you back to reality. You smile as she reaches your lips and captures them. You can feel her smile back into the kiss and it melts you.
Your hands run up and down her back and squeeze her ass to pull her up even more. You trap her bottom lip between yours and suck lightly on it. Your kisses are slow and soft and hot. Her breath and the taste of you mixes with the taste of her on your lips and it is so addicting.
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The next time you see her is at dominos. She plays this time with a sly grin as she destroys everyone at the table. You share glances and the table discusses how it’s always the quiet ones in the corner you have to look out for. They are right because Thérèse is the epitome of the quiet one in the corner but secretly there is so much more to her.
You know how she tastes and feels. You know the way she commands you with her eyes.
The next day as you fuck her against a wall and she pants in your ear you feel like the luckiest person on earth to know all of her like this.
You have two fingers buried in her from behind as she leans against the wall in a corner. Your other hand is wrapped around her front and your middle finger circles her clit as you thrust into her from behind and bite her slender shoulders. She holds the wall for support and moves her hips in time with you. You bite her shoulder harder and she reaches back with one of her hands to pull your hair. “Ah! I can’t stand not being with you.”
“Mmm I’m here.”
You thrust into her harder and she has to grab the wall once again to keep herself up.
“Thérèse, Thérèse!” Madam shouts from downstairs.
“I have a terrible migraine, Madam.”
“Would you like a cup of tea?”
You fuck her harder and faster. “Maybe later. I need to rest.”
She turns in your arms and you pick her up with one arm and pin her against the wall as she wraps her legs around you. Your fingers slip deeper in at this angle. She is tight around your fingers, dripping down her thighs that are wrapped around you tight. Her head is thrown back against the wall. Moans fall from her open mouth and her eyebrows furrow. You kiss on the overflow of cleavage pouring from her corset and breathe her in. She smells so sweet and feels like heaven.
She pants out hard. You bite at her exposed skin. “You like to lie.”
“I do, ah, and I’m good at it. They made me good at it.”
Her whispered tone and the feel of her have you on the edge yourself. You press your hips into your own hand to help your fingers get deeper and to find some kind of friction to relieve the throbbing in your clit. “Oh mmm”
You begin to thrust your hips helping to push your fingers deeper in a rhythm that she matches with her hips. “Ah! Thank you for locking me up in his sick room!”
You move harder, “Shh! Mmmm!”
Her eyebrows furrow and she bares her teeth as her jaw drops to allow for her heavy breathing.
“Ah! Thank you for burying me alive!”
Her walls tighten around you as you thrust harder. Your walls contract around nothing and with a few more thrusts you are both coming undone.
“Oh Ah AH!”
“Ah! I Thank you! OH THANK YOU! AH!”
Her walls clench and contract around you tightly as she cums hard. You sign out as your own pleasure floods you. You hold her there against the wall keeping your fingers inside and your hips pressed as close as possible as you both pant and catch your breath. You kiss her neck and she digs her fingers into your shoulders. Her panting becomes sighs. Her face slowly falls to a solemn sad expression. “What’s the matter?”
“You dug me up too late.”
“No, just in time, just in time.”
You kiss her and press into her but she breaks free from the kiss. She whispers, “Save me.”
You kiss her and hold her close. You lock your gaze on her sad green eyes. “I will. I will.”
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The next day you both feel lighter and sillier than ever. Maybe it is the cool air today but you end up softly exploring each other's bodies. You end up on the floor as you tickle her sides and wrap your arms around her from behind and kiss her shoulder. Her laugh fills you with warmth and joy like nothing else ever has and as you suspect nothing ever will.
You tickle her more and press against her to try and get more of her adorable laughter.
She laughs and squirms in your arms. “I hated you at first.”
You laugh along with her. “You hated me?”
She turns over in your arms and you remain laying on your side so you can look at her. She bites her bottom lip and you trace your finger over her jaw.
“Before you ever touched me.”
She whispers in her low and deep voice as she touches your collar bones with her fingertips. “I used to walk into a room, and I’d see you there. And you’d barely look up. I'd find myself moving around and around your chair, hoping that a small part of my dress or my hand might touch you.”
You brush your fingers on her chest as she plays with your chin. “Do you still hate me?”
Her gaze saddens her eyes loose the light and she whispers softly “Yes”.
“Why?”
“Because you can leave me.”
“But I won’t. I promise.”
You lean in and brush your nose against hers and kiss her. “I promise.”
You kiss her again. And again “I promise.”
She holds your face in one of her hands and melts into your kisses as she pulls you on top of her with her other hand. She finally cracks a smile as you tickle her hip before rolling back over onto your back pulling her on top of you. You kiss her and fit your legs in a tangled bare mess. The kisses quickly heat up and your hips begin to move against each other. You grind on each other's thighs, her hands tightly gripping your shoulders for leverage and your hands gripping her ass firmly to help her. It doesn’t take long for you both to lose yourselves in the pleasure. Her loose wavy brown hair falls in a mess around you and you have the best view of her cleavage that is barely contained by the corset and slip. You don’t think you will ever be able to get enough of her. Both your movements become more frantic. You both pant and sigh and moan quietly. The sounds of just how wet you both are is delicious and you can feel her hips become more rigid and your own rise to meet the impending climax. Sweet release has you both shaking and breathing heavily against each other. She collapses onto you and falls to your side. You turn to look at her.
Your fingers are tracing over her skin mapping her freckles. She lays flat beside you, hair sprawled out and all over. The sun coming in the window makes her fair skin seem lightly kissed by the warmth of the sun. Her cheeks are flush with a vibrant shade of pink and you know it was not the sun but you. You lean over her and smile.
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The next time you see her you both stay dressed. You are exhausted from work and sit on the floor while she plays with your hair as you rest your head in her lap as she sits on a chair. Her slender fingers are skilled and soft and she twists and tangles and untangles your hair. Her fingers run through it over and over and send chills down your spine. You honestly feel so blissed out that you think you may enjoy this as much as the sex if not more! She is so caring and just feels so right. She hums for a while and stares down at you with her sweetest smile.
“I want to fall asleep in your arms.”
You sigh happily at the thought of it. “I wish that could happen.”
“I want to touch your body while you sleep. I want to wake up with your tongue inside me.”
She smiles and tugs lightly on your ear and you can’t help but laugh as well.
“Thérèse. Thérèse I made you some Chamomile tea.” Madam shouts as she ascends the stairs.
“Oh, my god. Get under my skirts.”
She stands quickly and you manoeuvre yourself under and between her legs as best you can. It is a tight fit.
“Thérèse?”
You are surrounded by her sweet scent under her skirts and pressed against her skin it makes your mouth water. “Open your legs.”
“No.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I don’t care.”
She pushes the skirts and sits back in the chair as she gets comfortable and it allows you just a little more room.
Madame knocks and brings tea in “were you dozing, dear? I thought I heard you mutter something.”
Thérèse sighs and moves ever so slightly to look at Madame which allows you to fit your head between her thighs.
“Maybe I was. I don’t remember.”
You begin to softly kiss her inner thighs and nip at the soft skin. She is only wearing the skirts today so she is exposed to you. You can tell the effect you have on her as she sighs and moves to accommodate you between her legs. You kiss up…up…up.
“Tea?”
“Yes, please.”
She sighs heavily as you kiss her right where she needs you and you smirk. Your dirty girl is so bad she is so wet and you know it’s the thrill of being caught that has her so sensitive to your slow kisses.
She gasps and unintentionally moves her sitting position just a bit. You are being squeezed between her legs and it is glorious.
“How’s your head? Still agonising?”
You suck her clit into your mouth evilly hoping to affect her answer.
She gasps “Ah! It comes and goes.” She struggles.
She takes a deep breath trying to steady herself. “Perhaps I should rub your neck.”
“Oh, you know, I don’t think that's-” “-Oh, it always helped when you were small.”
You hear Madame walk around behind Thérèse and smirk as you flick your tongue over Thérèse.
Thérèse takes a deep and shaky breath as Madame massages her neck and you lap at her dripping sex. Kissing, sucking, flicking.
“You know, you’ve had so many headaches lately. Perhaps we should talk to the doctor.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I need you by my side, dear, down in the shop.”
Thérèse barely contains a sharp gasp as you devour her. And dig your short nails into her thighs to try and gain control of her strong legs.
“Yes.”
She breathes out softly and you can tell she is giving in to you as her legs allow you to move your head slightly down so you can take directly from the source. But the second your tongue presses against her tight core her legs squeeze around you tighter around your head and muffle the outside world. You think maybe Madame is singing but you could care less you manage to get just enough leeway that you can lick the length of her and flick your tongue over her clit. You don’t know how much time passes as you lose yourself in her. The heat trapped under her skirts makes her skin feel so soft. You suck and flick and devour her until she pulls you out from under her skirts. You didn’t even hear Madame leave. She kisses you and bites your bottom lip.
“Christ, Lauren!”
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You are lounging on your bed reading in your long white button up when a panicked series of soft knocks sound at your door. You disregard your book and rush to the door.
Thérèse is in a panic, it’s late and you were not expecting her to show up at your place. She rushes to kiss you the second you open your door and the kiss is frantic. You pull back and pull her into your apartment and press her against the door. You hold her face in both your hands and search her eyes for answers.
“He wants to go back to Vernon! I can’t be without you, I can't.”
“Breathe, Thérèse. Did you run here?”
She takes a deep but shaky breath and it causes the water in her eyes to streak down her cheeks. You catch the tears with your thumbs and she closes her eyes. “Save me, Lauren.”
You lean in and kiss her firmly with as much reassurance as you can muster. She bites your bottom lip and kisses back with a fever. You can feel her fears and desperation to have you and keep you. You move your hands down her face and neck and grip her hips pushing her into the door harder. Her hands tangle in your hair and pull she is so scared she is trembling and it breaks your heart. You want to wrap her in your arms to reassure her but she needs something else first. She runs a hand between you and runs two fingers through your slick heat. You can’t help the groan that escapes you. She is being more aggressive than she’s ever been demanding to get what she needs.
You move your hands bunching up her skirts in one hand and waste no time matching her. Your fingers match her aggressive fever. She kisses and bites at your lip between breathy moans and it takes no time at all for you both to come undone. You have to press your entire body against her and the door to keep you both from collapsing. She kisses you once more after you both catch your breath. “I can’t live without you any longer!”
Her gaze is too much; the tears in her green eyes make them impossibly green. You turn away and she follows, unable to lose contact with you she latches onto your back and pulls at you. “What do we do?”
Her voice breaks and the raspy roughness solidifies how much she's been crying. Your heart is shattering. You can’t live without her.
You turn and wrap her in your arms tightly. “I won’t lose you, Thérèse. I can’t.”
She buries her head in the crook of your neck and you sigh as you think.
“I could move with you.”
She looks up at you with tear stained cheeks and red puffy lips agape. She shakes her head.
“It wouldn’t be the same. I'd see you even less! What if we run away together?”
You nod acknowledging her words. “We can’t just run, we'd need to disappear. Fake our deaths and become new people!”
She looks at you desperate. “Could we? How?”
“People disappear and go away all the time, we make it seem like an accident. People have accidents everyday.”
She searches your gaze. “Do you love me?” She asks firmly.
“Yes. Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Then we disappear together and we become Luarent and Thérèsa Lister. We change our names, I hide my body and I become your husband.”
“Could we?”
“I think we could. We could run away to America or just get out of Paris.”
You kiss her quickly “tomorrow we can make a plan.”
She nods and pecks your lips once more before turning and leaving.
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The two of you work out a plan. You manage to get new papers for the both of you and begin setting up for the day.
When the day comes things feel heavy. The weight of it all sets in as you walk in the park with Thérèse and Camille. The tall greenery that surrounds you makes you feel small, insignificant and you think maybe just maybe this plan of yours will work. Maybe you will get to be happy.
Camille is yammering about summer and you are struggling to focus on his words. Thérèse interrupts him and your nervous thoughts. “Listen.”
“What?”
“I hear water.”
“Maybe it’s the leaves drifting down.”
You interrupt “It’s the river. Beyond those trees over there.”
You point and Thérèse looks.
“Why don’t we rent a boat and row out into the sunset?” Camille asks.
“Just let me sit down for a moment.”
Camille wanders over to a tree and sits. Thérèse follows him and you follow even farther behind, lost in thought.
“Are you tired?”
“Oh, I’m exhausted. I couldn’t have trudged another step. Just let me catch up with a couple of winks.”
Thérèse walks slowly closer to him and he calls her to sit next to him. You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. He is a giant manchild. He lays down on the puff of her dress and closes his eyes. You take a seat near Thérèse and look at them. Thérèse looks like she is on autopilot like she is so used to being this man's pillow and taking care of him. It makes you so mad that she has gotten accustomed to this treatment.
She looks down at him. “Are you warm enough?” She pauses to bend down a bit “Camille?”
He is already out like a light so you shush her to keep from waking him happy to have a break from him. You take the opportunity to softly caress her leg that is nearest to you. You move your hand up needing to feel her, be close to her. You need to feel grounded because you are full of anxious nerves.
Her gaze snaps to you in a wide eyed shock. “Don’t.”
You pause. “I need to touch you.”
You can read her body the second the words leave your lips she needs it too. She bites her bottom lip as you take off her shoe and caress her foot and up her leg. You lean over and kiss her ankle.
She sighs and you just know her lips are parted and her eyes are wide with that face she makes when she is anticipating your next move.
“Oh my God.” She whispers.
You glance up at her.
“Look. There, clomping through the leaves.”
You sit up and turn to look where she is. You sigh as you see the domino game night gang walking about coming toward you. You rush to stand and brush leaves off of you as they wave and shout. They approach and Thérèse shushes them.
Suzanne looks at Thérèse, “What happened to you to your foot?”
Thérèse is quick with a lie "Blister."
She looks at her with a pout “I got one, too.” She turns to her husband “I told you this walk was too far.”
He rolls his eyes at her “Well, we’re leaving now, aren’t we darling?”
She sighs “Without doing a single thing we came to do.”
He sounds even more annoyed as he leans into her space. “If you want to rent a boat, Suzanne and row out into the fading light be my guest. I’m going home.”
He treks past leaving her standing there and you can’t help but shake your head at the ridiculous man.
Suzanne leans toward Thérèse. “Can I tell you something, Thérèse?”
Thérèse looks up with a nod. And Suzanne continues “All men are pigs.”
She stomps off after her husband and Grivet sighs. “Why can’t you two be civil to one another?”
They all wonder off arguing about renting a boat or not and you look to Thérèse with a sly smile. “All men are pigs. I agree.”
“You won’t turn into a pig once you pretend to be a man will you?”
You shake your head. “I could never.”
You wander to the docks after Camille awakes and of course Camille yammers on about boats and water and how he is terrified of water, a fact you already knew and the reason you are out here today. You also know he can’t swim and that is essential to the plan.
You help him into the boat “Sit down, Camille. Don’t stand in the boat.”
You turn to Thérèse and she looks nervous. She knows how to swim but is not confident in her skills. You have reassured her that you won't let anything happen to her but it seems she needs a bit more reassurance now.
Camille continues to yammer on to himself so you whisper to Thérèse. “I love you.”
She grabs your hand and gets in the boat whispering back “I love you.”
You adjust and sit in the centre grabbing the paddles and begin to row out. You paddle far off to the side less taken due to the stronger currents of water. Camille is distractedly looking forward to the setting sun and leaning over to touch the water. You nod at Thérèse and mouth the word “Now.”
Her gaze is full of fright but you nod again and she leans over the opposite side as Camille to touch the water and then hoists herself overboard with a scream and loud splash. Camille turns, gripping the sides of the boat in terror. “I can’t swim! Lauren, save her!”
You nod and jump into the water destabilising the boat. It tips over dumping Camille into the water. He screams and panics to hold onto the edge of the boat. You swim after Thérèse going under water and grabbing her. You swim together disappearing around the bend in the river. You come up behind some overgrown shrubbery that falls into the water. She takes in a large breath as you both come up. She has a death grip on you and you help pull her up onto the bank, her dress heavy and weighing her down. You help her strip it off, being sure to tear it, throwing a few pieces into the water. You throw off your vest and skirt as well, tearing them up. Just beyond this bend the water picks up pace and there are rocks and a few deep pools of water. With the setting sun your hope is they will find pieces of your clothes and assume the worst. When they search for your bodies they will struggle to search and possibly just give up and call you both dead.
You can both hear Camille screaming for help and other voices far off in the distance. You move quickly now changing your clothes from the bag you had hidden here in preparation. You dress as a man and Thérèse dresses in a much more simple dress than the one she came in. You sneak out of the park in a rush and make it unseen.
The plan is working. The two of you just have to make it to the train station. You have all your money and the little Thérèse has been able to hide away. It's enough to live a peaceful life far away from both your pasts.
Thérèse stays quiet. She is excited but you can tell she's full of nerves. You squeeze her hand and she leans into you.
You make it to the train station with time to spare. You grab some snacks at the little shop attached to the train station and sit on a bench. There were not many people at this late hour and that was part of the plan. The sun has set and the search for your bodies has probably been abandoned with the fleeting light. The people waiting for this late train are like you running or hiding from something. No one chooses the night train if they can help it. You snack on the peanuts, candies, and bread. A rather sad dinner but it will hold you both over.
Thérèse has clung to your side and stayed rather quiet. You watch her carefully worried she might change her mind or panic. You feel on the verge of panic yourself, the adrenalin is wearing off and you are starting to worry and exhaustion is settling in your bones.
When the train arrives you give Thérèse an encouraging squeeze of the hand as you board. You sat in the front and waited anxiously for the train conductor to come by and check your tickets and papers.
You both hold your breath anxious to see if your new identities will hold up. Your breasts are bandaged down and the suit you wear has not gotten you any second glances like your old wardrobe did. You are confident in your deeper voice and the friend who forged your papers but you can't help but be nervous.
The conductor takes your papers and reads over them. He glances at you both and smiles. "Evening Mr. And Mrs. Lister."
You both give a polite smile to the conductor. "Evening."
He punches holes in your tickets and hands back your papers. You both let out quiet sighs of relief and turn to Thérèse. "How does it feel to be Mrs. Lister?"
Her lips tug upward and you can't help but smile back "Well, we haven't gotten a chance to truly consummate this Marriage Mr. Lister. You haven't even kissed me Laurent."
She makes sure to put emphasis on the t as she pronounces your new name.
Your smile shifts into a smirk. Heat pools low at the way she says your new name. You follow suit and put emphasis on the a in her new name. "Mmm Thérèsa."
You lean in and softly capture her lips. She bites at your bottom lip softly and pulls away. "Later."
You peck her lips quickly. "Mmm hmm."
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Exhaustion settles in and you fight sleep until you no longer can you both nap off and on through the long ride.
Morning stirs as the train continues on. The train has a food cart so you make a trip to get some pastries and coffee.
You both eat soaking up the sunshine beaming in through the windows. The world seems brighter the farther you get from the cold dark dungy city. The freedom is warm on your skin and fills you with joy like you have never known. You can see the peaceful bliss across Thérèsa's face.
Everything feels good. You think that maybe just maybe things will be good.
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You arrive in the far off village of your new home. A delicate little cottage with a flowery garden surrounding it that is on the outskirts of the village. It's private and bright. Sweet flowery scents and chirps of birds.
When you take it all in you can see your future here.
The cottage itself is small and cosy. It has a cute little spare room that you can transform into a library and office to write more books in.
The garden is perfect for Thérèsa's hopes to grow different flowers and fruits and vegetables to sell some in the village and help you live comfortably.
Smiles are shared and you know you both will love it here. You turn to her and wrap her in a hug. She squeals as you lift her up into your arms bridal style and carry her into your cottage. You carry her to your new shared bed where you get to have her forever all to yourself.
You stand and slowly start to unbutton the suit you're wearing. She bites her bottom lip and pulls herself up to help you from the edge of the bed.
She exposes you fully before she lets you start to remove her dress. Her emerald gaze scans your entire body.
She looks at you like you like no one else ever has. There is a softness and yet a hunger and the love shining brightly in her eyes has your knees weak.
You move closer and slowly unbutton the blouse top to her dress. You peel the fabric away and make her turn away from you so you can remove her corset. You kiss her shoulders. "I don't think you should wear this awful thing anymore, at least not here at home."
"Mmm hmm. I'm sure you'd rather I wear nothing here at home."
"That would be ideal."
"Maybe for you but I'd get cold."
"No, I wouldn't allow it. I'd keep you warm."
You wrap her up in your arms as you remove the last part of the top half of her dress. She turns in your arms and captures your lips. You move your hands to the skirts and remove the last of the material between you. Her skin on display is something you hope you never get used to. It's breathtaking. She has the softest skin that's just dusted with freckles. You take your time soaking in every inch of her exposed skin the way her muscles flex as she moves to lay down.
You slowly climb onto the bed and slot your legs together as you lower yourself onto her. She pulls you down fully by your shoulders and captures your lips with an inpatient urgent need. You match her urgency, but only for a moment. You pull back trying to slow the kisses down. You want her so badly but you don't want to rush a thing. This is the first time you don't have to worry about being caught. She whimpers and grips your shoulder desperate to have you closer than close. She moans when you let more of your body weight settle atop her.
You move your hips against her and feel her slick heat spread across your thigh and you adjust so you can get the same friction against her. She lets out a breathy moan as she feels how hot and wet you are for her. She moves her hands to your ass and pulls as she bucks her hips up against you. A dance of pulling and pushing of hips warms both of your skin. You burn with passion and feel how heated her entire body is for you. She moans biting her lip like she always does to keep herself quiet. “Louder, I want to hear everything.”
The sound of her free unsuppressed moans sends shivers down your spine and makes you groan against her neck. She feels so good and sounds like music to your ears. You know she is close as her eyebrows crease and her mouth opens more moans falling from her kiss bruised lips. You can feel your own pleasure building to that familiar crescendo. She racks her blunt nails down your back as she screams out and the sting sends you following her over the edge.
You collapse beside her and pull her into kissing all the exposed skin available. You both sigh happily.
You have finally found a home in her and she finally feels loved and free. You both are excited to start the rest of your lives together here.
AN: I hope you all enjoyed this GAY version of ‘In Secret’! I have been going through it and working on this one for a while. I am sorry I can never keep a posting schedule. Anyway, I appreciate interactions of any kind. I just love to talk about my obsession with the incredible talent that is Elizabeth Olsen or any badass Ladies really!
#im going to hell and im dragging you all with me!#lets go!#elizabeth olsen#in secret#but sooooooo GAY#lesbian#wlw#smut#Thérèse Raquin
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High Rollers, Keep Em High
Jay White xF Reader
Genre Smut Minors DNI NSFW
Inspired by this
“ I feel like Colten and Austin got robbed?” I told Jay as we were sitting in the couch one evening. “What do you mean? “ Jay asked his curiosity peaked. “ I mean they haven’t gotten to experience the perks of being in Bullet Club. Hell I even miss the old days. They’re young they should be out running shit, have you even taken them out.” he slid closer to me “Colten is older than I am, I’m sure their dad took them out.” he said “ Jay you can’t be serious. “ I shoved him playfully, “After all the time that was spent creating the aura of bullet club you’re gonna just cop out with their dad took them. For fucks sake till they were with you they looked like they shopped at an hbk fire sale for their gear. What’s one night? I don’t even have to go, take the boys out they deserve one night.” I said hoping to convince him “ Oh no , you’re not dumping this on me, I hear your point, and I think you’re right. Besides if there’s gonna be a one night extravaganza you have to be there since you miss it so much.” he laughed pulling me in close.
I kept waiting for him to tell me what he had planned, and the weeks went on. As the days ticked off ahead of Double or Nothing I thought for sure he would’ve said something finally the week of the show I told him “So I rented a room at that place in Vegas. I arranged the bottle service, cigars, and entertainment for the evening. Will you please make sure that the boys are dressed appropriately?” I said casually “ You really want them to see what it means when I say high rollers keep em high. Seriously though I was going to take care of it but thank you.I did however take care of our hotel for the weekend, I got us the bungalow at the cosmopolitan that you like so much.” he said walking up behind me and putting his arms around me. “Thank you for taking care of the boys. You’ve always been so good to me and them.” He kissed the side of my neck. “ I’ll take care of the boys and lay the rules out , I may even invite a few of your favorite people. I know this integration isn’t your favorite but I appreciate you doing this.” He said “ You’re welcome” wondering what he had planned.
Arriving at the hotel, it was just as I remembered the pool looking over the strip, the bath tub that o could lay down in, “ Jay, I was wrong, we don’t need to go out. We can stay in” I pleaded, “ Oh no, this was your idea. You better go get ready, we have a car coming.” he slapped me on the ass playfully. “Fine, but I’m gonna make you regret denying the offer.” I said sauntering off . “I have no doubt in my mind that you will.”as I shut the bathroom door. I emerged, Jay looking handsome as ever his black suit with the black shirt open , the gold watch the only, and the aviators his only accessories , his hair pulled up into a bun. “Jesus Jay, really, I’m not letting you go out like that.” he chuckled, “Your one to talk on your short black dress and heels, can you even sit in that ?” Pulling me into his side. “ We are quite the pair” he said admiringly.
We went down stairs to the waiting limo, both Colten and Austin were down there, Juice and Toni, then the surprises started showing up , Adam and Britt, Matt , Nick and Page. I hugged each of them “ Kayfabe is good and dead huh?” I said laughing at Cole. “ Well if there was ever a night for the devil to show up, it sounds like it’s tonight besides Britt wasn’t around then.” he laughed ,”Besides those Gunn Boys are gonna need reigning in” I figured I’d come in as back up. “Who convinced Matt and Nick to show up?” Still genuinely surprised “Did I hear someone ask who convinced me? Does everyone forget we were part of the original members? Besides we didn’t celebrate the 10 year anniversary better late than never right.” Matt said . “ Everyone in, let’s get the night rolling “ Jay said as though he was hoarding cats.
The room reserved that had been previously draped in black and white was now draped in black and gold. The dim lighting, the rooms segregated off into, a cigar lounge, a bar and then the stage with for the dancers. “ It’s perfect, it’s like stepping back into time.” Jay said “ Boys welcome to Bullet Club” as Jay handed Austin and Colten each a wad of cash . We took a seat in a darken corner, Jays natural instinct to watch everything took over, I curled in close to him. The drinks were following and everyone was having a good time. Britt and Cole came and sat across from us. “ Were we ever that bad ?” Pointing over his shoulder to Colten who had a girl on his lap a drink and money in his mouth. “Do you really want me to answer that?” Jay asked laughing “All I know is when I was handed the keys and the playbook your group left was something else.” Jay said “ Alright so we were that bad, well some of us, once in awhile.” Adam could tell Britt was paying attention. I looked at Britt and laughed. “ I’m kidding, before me they all stayed playing video games eating pizza and cuddling in their footie pajamas." Jay said getting the reaction out of Adam he wanted. Adam’s exasperated face made it all the funnier. He grabbed Britt’s hand and found somewhere else to be. “ Did you really need to do that?”, I asked still laughing , “ What you wanted the old me so here I am?” his smug grin telling me all I needed to know.
I had noticed one of the entertainers had her eyes on Jay. She looked him up and down , settling on his face wondering what the aviators were hiding, her curiosity just about to get the best of her. Her confident strut as she made her way over. “Just like the old days you’re being eyed.” I looked at the woman as I put my hand possessively on Jays thigh. “Jealous, much my dear” his voice teasing my ear, “She’s just doing her job. Do you want her to dance for us ? Do you want her to grind on me while you watch or should she grind on you while I watch? My personal favorite though is you sitting on my lap while she grinds on you and I grind on you.“ his voice that unnerving calm that was so seductive it just has an edge of danger. “ I want you to pay her to go away. As for me being jealous what do you want the answer to be Jay? No, because I trust you or Yes, because you are mine, and I don’t trust myself when she looks at you like she’s going to devour you.” I said. Jay pulled me on his lap kissing me, in full display of the entire room, his mouth claiming mine, in a show of dominance. His hand with cash over my shoulder for the woman. When he pulled away, I was breathless, “If someone is devouring anyone tonight, it’s me going to be devouring you.” his voice pure sin. He kissed me again then moved his lips on my neck in this dark corner of the room , a little noise escaped my mouth. “Shhhh… you’re gonna give yourself away. “ He kissed me again bringing me to be straddled across his lap, his hands on my ass, my hands in his hair. “Do you want to get out of here?”he said. Pulling me down on his hard length. “Not yet” I said, I could still feel the woman’s eyes on us, Jay kissed my neck as his hands ran up and down my sides before returning to my mouth.
“Jay, follow me. “ I said as I got off of his lap. I took his hand leading him towards the bathroom, I stepped inside grateful that it was more of a powder room he followed. “Dirty Girl” his voice like velvet, “ Couldn’t even wait to get in the car before you needed me.” His hands lowering the straps of my dress “ Now can you be quiet, or are you hoping that the dancer is listening on the other side of the door.” His mouth grazing over my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth, his hand massaging the other one. A little whimper escaping, “That’s it isn’t it.” Pinching my nipple while his teeth bit the other, a moan slipped from my mouth as I tugged at his hair. He dropped to his knees in front of me lifting the dress up around my hips, he lowered the thong, helping me step out of it “These are mine now"as he put them in his pocket. He pressed my back against the door my hand on the knob for balance as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and his mouth was on my core,licking and sucking, “Oh fuck Jay” words and moans falling from me, he kept going my hand holding his head , where I needed him. I felt the pressure build, his well practiced mouth drawing my orgasm from me, a louder than intended moan fell from my lips as I said his name. The smugness on his face when he lowered my leg from his shoulder. “ I think you’ve proven your point” he said wickedly “ Actually I don’t think I have” I said reaching for the button of his pants. “Greedy Girl, I think you’re right.” As my hands slid down his pants and boxers. “ Is this what you need? To claim what you already know is yours?”Lifting me up against the door, his cock aligned with my center, as he thrust in. “Yes” his pace was fast and I held onto him, scratching his back as he bit my neck. I moaned and clenched around him, drawing a groan from him. He changed the angle just enough that he was hitting deep inside and my clit. He could feel my second impending orgasm,as his own approached. I felt him twitch inside me. I cried out his name, as I felt it wash over me. He thrust two more times as I felt his release, I kissed him deeply, my hands now running gently through his hair. Soothing words fell from my lips, as our breathing returned to normal I kept him close to me.
He helped me down, as we both tried to compose ourselves, “Can I have my panties back” I asked reaching out my hand. “Nope, in fact I’m going to let them show out of my back pocket.” he said mercilessly. I looked at him in the mirror my cheeks flushed, my lips swollen. “How do I look?” I asked, trying to compose my self. “Well fucked and satisfied “ he grinned, as he was smoothing out his own hair, and putting the aviators back on. He put his arms around my waist his chin on the top of my head. “Let’s get out of here.” he said , I nodded as he took my hand and led me out the door.
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All the moments Light and Near would probably kill each other if given a chance to be within vicinity of less than 20km of each other that I find amusing (when I think about it, Near is at least a continent across from Light at most of the time so that distance could be bigger, and we all know what happened when they ended up in the same room).
Let's start with the classic. First sentence and guy was itching for a pen.
Bitch thought he was the boss hilarious ain't it
"Who is this guy" and thus Light will spend pondering on this next *checks timeline* a bit over two months, wow
Anyway I wanna see how you fuck this up good luck
As a side note I deeply believe Rester is deeply unappreciated in terms of *makes swooping movements with hands* everything. Dilfery. Anyway, here he serves as a translator of Near's thoughts into polite.
hey bitch how are you doing with this mess
I would elaborate here but there is a fuckmothering missile in play so yanno.
Near is like ayyyyy casually getting people in to question them, the famous hobby of his, meanwhile Light is back on his "oh no if i say x he will think i am kira" let's give him a bit of time
and you fucked up, "L". everything is your fault. sucks to be you.
(I probs would also fuck up but you were the one to do the fuckup so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)
ngl i feel like he is mocking Light here a lil' and it's not a genuine plan, especially considering that within next two pages he grills Yagami senior for confirmation that yep, it was Mello
sucks to be you,, gotta suffer
anyway i don't need you anymore "L". Light itching for that notebook so hard.
you haven't done shit so basically I used you when it was convenient for me LOL
hilariously light is very pissed even though like. That's why he was L for all those years. And yet he still gets furious. Just amazing.
Light gets owned by a froggy Near and it's a true delight to watch how Near just casually belittles him like that. Peak entertainment.
He was so happy to hear Near miserable after THAT exchange like wow you got fucked a lil' you dumb kid (he doesn't know he's a kid yet)
"see this is what happens when you ignore the power of the notebook lol" "hey i wonder who is a dumb bitch who lost it" PEAK
who are you where is light what have you done with him
"L2" he ain't backing up that easily, he had to let out that one little snark huh
Geee Light I wonder why people assume that
I WONDER.
Honey calm down I know you just got dick sucked by president of USA but calm down
Anyway few explosions and some troops being thrown back and forth later, Light has to get used to Near being annoying. Again.
Week is a long time tbf like you have this little guy calling you every day while you are trying to not have your evil plans backfire into your face smh
give him time babe, he'll get there
"my sus detector is ringing like crazy"
Anyway, allow me to continue later.
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On the 1st of January, eleven years ago, Girls' Generation released their fourth Korean Full-Length album, "I GOT A BOY".
Musically, the album is characterized as combining elements from a wide range of genres including R&B, new wave, and EDM. This is the last studio album and Korean studio album with their founding member Jessica before her dismissal from the group in 2014 and subsequent departure from SM Entertainment in 2015.
"I GOT A BOY" received mixed reviews from music critics; it was praised for its eclectic musical styles, however others were favorable towards only a few songs on the album. Commercially, it was a success domestically, peaking atop the South Korean Gaon Album Chart and becoming the second best-selling album of 2013 in the country. The album additionally charted at number seven on the Japanese Oricon Albums Chart, number three on the Taiwanese G-Music chart, and number one on the Billboard World Albums.
The title track is a dynamic song that blends various musical styles, showcasing energetic beats and catchy melodies. The song features shifts in tempo and genre, creating a vibrant and unpredictable listening experience. The accompanying music video is known for its colorful visuals and showcases the group's versatile performances. The song became a hit and is celebrated for its innovative approach to K-pop music and was subjected to major attention from Western media outlets following its winning Video of the Year at the inaugural YouTube Music Awards.
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Ten versions of the album were released, nine of which use a single member’s photo as a cover, and one of which uses a group photo. Each version of the album includes a different 40-page photobook. The song "Talk Talk" is a Korean version of the Japanese song "BOOMERANG" and was leaked on the internet early 2012.
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Interesting Find of the Week: Hobo Camp Fire Tales (1911) and Mother Delcassee of the Hobos: And Other Stories (1918) by A-No. 1
Hobos are a kind of migrant worker who travel around the country looking for work. They particularly make use of freight trains to move between cities and towns, an act known as "trainhopping" or "freighthopping." The peak hobo years in the United States were between the American Civil War and World War II, when trains were easier to board and itinerant labor more in demand.
Leon Ray Livingston (1872-1944), also known by his moniker "A-No. 1," was a hobo author who wrote around a dozen books about hobos and hobo life. As "America's Most Celebrated Tramp" -- as he called himself in the title of his first book -- A-No. 1 created an important record, albeit an embellished one, of a people and culture that was often excluded from written histories.
Here, we show the covers of the 2nd and 9th books in A-No. 1's writings on hobos, as well as the back cover and back endpaper of book 9. Note how the endpaper claims that hobo life is a "horrible existence;" towards the end of his life, A-No. 1 spoke against going on "the Road" after his negative experiences. This is perhaps why the back of Mother Delcassee features William Tyler Page's "The American Creed." Transcripts are below the read more.
If you're interested in reading more about hobos and hobo life, check out these other books in our collection:
Around the Jungle Fire I: A Collection of Original Hobo Poetry (1994) by Oats
Beggars of Life (1924) by Jim Tully
Boxcar Bertha: An Autobiography (1988) as told to Ben L. Reitman
Hard Travellin': The Hobo and His History (1967) by Kenneth Allsop
The Hobo: The Sociology of the Homeless Man: A Study Prepared for the Chicago Council of Social Agencies (1961) by Nels Anderson
Tales of an American Hobo (1989) by Charles Elmer Fox
The Browne Popular Culture Library (BPCL), founded in 1969, is the most comprehensive archive of its kind in the United States. Our focus and mission is to acquire and preserve research materials on American Popular Culture (post 1876) for curricular and research use. Visit our website at https://www.bgsu.edu/library/pcl.html.
Transcript to the back page of Mother Delcassee:
The American Creed
"I believe in the United States of America as a government of the people, by the people, for the people; whose just powers are derived from the consent of the governed; a democracy in a republic; a sovereign nation of many sovereign states; a perfect union, one and inseparable, established upon those principles of freedom, equality, justice and humanity for which American patriots sacrificed their lives and fortunes.
I therefore believe it is my duty to my country to love it, to support its constitution, to obey its laws, to respect its flag and to defend it against all enemies." -- William Tyler Page
Transcript of the endpaper of Mother Delcassee:
A List of the Books On Tramp Life
Written by ->A-No 1<- The Tramp Author
The First Book
Life and Adventures of A-No. 1
The Second Book
Hobo-Camp-Fire-Tales
The Third Book
The Curse of Tramp Life
The Fourth Book
The Trail of the Tramp
The Fifth Book
The Adventures of a Female Tramp
The Sixth Book
The Ways of the Hobo
The Seventh Book
The Snare of the Road
The Eighth Book
From Coast to Coast with Jack London
The Ninth Book
Mother Delcassee of the Hoboes
Each title deals with a different phase of the horrible existence that is nowadays voluntarily led by more than three hundred thousand chronic hoboes, so that everybody, especially restless youths will find the contents of each volume an everlasting warning against the road.
The Author has carefully avoided the least mention of anything that would be unfit reading for ladies or children.
A complete set of these moral and entertaining Books should be in every home.
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When Seo Changbin first met Kang Sunhee he decided she was an anomaly.
See, he would have never expected her to become such a big part of his life.
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When Seo Changbin first met Kang Sunhee he decided she was an anomaly.
See, he would have never expected her to become such a big part of his life.
Months before he’d even joined JYPE she’d shown up at Bora High School. A downright determined girl who introduced herself as a transfer and was done with it. He’d actually thought she was from Jeolla-Do or somewhere more southwest for a while, her dialect evident and pretty ingrained in her speech. Imagine his shock when he’d learnt she was from Australia.
Rumours buzzed around for a while, she was on the run from the Australian mob or ran away from home. But the conclusion was that she had to be a trainee, which of course peaked his interest. The talent show in her first year was of particular note when some other girls had roped her into performing a Twice song with them. It was clear she’d learnt dance from some kind of professional.
But that was that. Sunhee was (probably) an idol trainee at their school that greeted people in halls but didn’t stick around for conversations. Who’d snagged the top spot in English from the grade’s try-hard (much to the cohort’s delight) and barely showed up for class.
He’d spoken to her once or twice, got stuck as deskmates for a week because their teacher insisted on everyone rotating weekly- ‘to better converse with your peers’ he’d claim.
They’d sat and Sunhee kept a Hangul alphabet chart taped to her desk (which she’d peeled off at the week’s end). It was an odd few days, because Changbin found himself excelling in English, with her muttering the answers under her breath with expert pronunciation but not taking the initiative to raise her hand. He didn’t take credit of course, but with sentences and grammar written in perfect script next to him, it was much easier to understand.
He’d made an effort that week, to perfect the lines of his own hangul and write extra neat rather than his typical scrawl, and to answer whichever questions the teacher posed that seemed to throw her off kilter.
It was odd because they didn’t speak, but for those brief five days- only three of which Sunhee actually appeared for, Changbin found that less time was spent staring at the clock but rather with straight pen strokes and neat notes that he knew Sunhee wouldn’t have gotten from the chalkboard fast enough, taking his arm off the page so she could pretend not to copy his notes and he could pretend not to notice.
He really didn’t understand her, because as far as conversation went, she’d introduced herself when they’d first sat down and simply smiled with a hello and goodbye when the bell marked each period’s start and end. She was an anomaly, one he couldn't care to explore further, simply content to acknowledge and move on from.
But eventually the tide had to shift, and it did. When Changbin was accepted into JYP Entertainment.
Seo Changbin had practically been adopted by Jisung the second he was past orientation, the kid- who was actually a year younger than Changbin, was a bubbling ball of positivity and arrogance. How he managed to mix those two so well would be forever a mystery, but his heart-shaped smile and bunched up cheeks more than made up for the occasional cocky smirk.
The integration to trainee life was a bumpy one. It was all he’d ever wanted but of course his sleep schedule was something he’d had to adjust (sacrifices could be made), and so was his volume when returning home late at night- his mother made that much clear. But something he’d embraced with open arms was the opportunity to share his ideas. Jisung, who’d dragged Changbin around the first two weeks as a ‘promising rapper’ also came with a secondary attachment, Bang Chan.
A trainee of nearly six years and probably the kindest teenager Changbin had ever met, Chan was slowly becoming his favourite part of the company. Admittedly a few of the other new trainees were terrified of him, but Changbin was never one to back down easily.
The pair spoke fondly of other trainees that Chaginbin was less acquainted with (there were so many of them). But the names that seemed to pop up often were: Lilly- who Chan explained was another international trainee, and Jeongin, who was supposedly at school. Jisung always spoke of his ‘noona’ too and each mention came with Chan giving his side a gentle elbow or kick and muttering ‘she said not to call her that’ to which Jisung would always reply ‘Isn’t that the point?’
It was two weeks into his traineeship that Changbin finally met the mysterious ‘noona’.
He hadn’t been to school that day, instead spending it in lessons for some group dance with other trainees that had passed the recent auditions. And as the afternoon trailed on and he was given an hour of reprieve before a vocal lesson, he found himself in the cafe with Chan and Jisung.
Trainees were given cards- well points more specifically, that just so happened to be stored on cards, to use in the JYPE cafeteria. Jisung pays for Chan- who claimed he was ‘saving his’, why Changbin didn’t quite understand- the company was pretty liberal with their alliances and Chan should have had plenty.
And it’s only when they’ve been seated for a good fifteen minutes does Changbin startle suddenly aware of the fourth chair at their table- now occupied by a school bag. It’s boxy, made from yellow canvas that’s bright, but was probably a bit brighter a few years ago. A few keychains dangle off it, a set of beads and charms in a striking red- the main feature being a small strawberry, and another that bore the tiniest little raccoon that he’s pretty sure was a dirt cheap novelty found in most gotcha machines. And It confused Changbin because he’d seen it before- he’d heard those annoying red and pink beads clash together, jostled with movement and noted the crappy paint job of the cheap raccoon before. He was so damned sure.
Wordlessly, Chan held up his card, the one for the cafeteria that had his points on it and the little slip of plastic was taken from his outstretched hand with deft fighters. Changbin watched curiously as someone with a school uniform- his school uniform, retrates to the cafe counter.
And as she ordered, sliping the card over for the barcode to scan, he realised that It was Kang Sunhee. Who spent her lunch times sitting with a nice but boring group of girls, not talking to them. Who needed an alphabet chart taped to her desk but achieved a 100 on their last English Exam, who got solid 80’s in maths without batting an eye and only showed up half the time and smiled her way down hallways without putting effort into small talk. Who the cohort had decided must have been a trainee at some small company- because surely she’d make a big deal out of being at a well known company.
“They don’t give the female trainees as many meal points.” Jisung said through a mouthful of noodles, noticing Changbin’s confusion. “Noona’s supposed to be on a diet so they took all hers away. But Chan-hyung saves his up because the company gives him so many.”
And soon enough, Sunhee was back, shrugging off the blazer to drape it across the chair and using one hand to loosen the tie that secured the white dress shirt around the column of her neck It’s only when she nudged her backpack to the ground, not caring as fell down with a dull thud, keychains cluttering as it did, that she noticed him.
“Oh- Changbin-ssi?” Sunhee cocked her head to the side, the same way she did when assessing a question in a textbook that she didn’t quite get. Like he was something out of place, or a line from their poetry unit that she just couldn’t wrap her head around.
“You know each other?” Jisung asked, again muffled by the food in his mouth. Chan’s also looking up from his phone, just with his eyes but the curiosity is evident.
“Yeah.” She replied. Still frowning, but moving to sit anyway. “I got to his school.”
His school. Because it was just that, It wasn’t her school. All Sunhee did was read the passages in English to show off and grace the halls a few days a week, she ate her lunches with little to no interest in those she sat with and hardly cared for the gossip left in her wake.
“Huh.” Chan said, stealing a piece of Tteok-bokki for the small portion on Jisung’s tray- having already finished his own. “Well that’s fun.”
“I didn’t know you were accepted by JYPE.” Sunhee said casually, snapping the wooden chopsticks apart, digging her short nails between one end and pulling apart with a quick tug. They split right down the middle.
“Really- The school filmed a video about it and everything. Most students know.”
‘I guess I don’t really pay much attention, do I.” It’s a cheeky poke, and it makes Jisung huff a laugh over his food- an inside joke maybe.
Changbin’s tray was empty, the chopsticks snapped, ugly and off centre, a chunk of the join attached to the left chopstick. His eyes only flickered away from her once or twice while she spoke. Because his mother had raised him to be polite, to hold eye contact and listen attentively.
But this was probably the longest conversation he’d had with her. And wasn’t that just miserable.
He’d been looking forward to meeting her. It was clear she had some kind of kinship with the other two at the table, and Chan- who eats like a machine (upwards of two rice bowls with every meal) sacrifices his meal points for her. And Jisung speaks of her like she hung the stars, that his ‘noona’ was the most amazing person in the company (short of himself of course, because Jisung came with a sense of cockynes that simply will not disappear).
She doesn't seem off put by his presence, just… impartial. And well, that was it. They ate. Chan asked Sunhee about her day at school and Jisung recounted everything that happened in his. Changbin sits and listens offering his own piece from time to time: little comments about the rap lesson he and Jisung had earlier or off handed complaints about his and Sunhee’s homeroom teacher.
Then he moves on with his day and that was life.
But the next day he saw her at school, the Monday of the following week, Changbin made a decision. He hadn’t even seen her in the classroom but ended up startled by her distinct accent reading out the English passage- it’s some borning diary entry, that is supposed to have four mistakes in it for them to circle.
He finds it easy because when he watches her read it, each mistake- like the use of the clunky phrase ‘less than before’ comes with a head tilt, the same way she peers at textbook questions and Changbin when she spots him in the practice room or company hallways.
After that class, when students make their way out of the classroom, ducking their head to the teacher as they walk past, giving ‘goodbye’s in English as the teacher always asked them to. She’s awkwardly straightening the sides of her blazer under her bag straps, pink beads and charms clicking together with the movements.
“Sunhee-ssi,” She turned to him, pausing her steps. She answered with nothing more than a hum, the same way she did when entertaining Jisung’s rants. “Would you like to sit with me for lunch?”
It’s an odd feeling as they walk together, chatting about nothing more than school or the vending machine snacks at their company. She tells him she moved from Australia but enrolled in school as it was her family’s only condition. He in return told her that his parents were happy he’d made it into JYPE- that his older sister won’t stop teasing him about it.
They’re shallow topics really, but that was okay. And as she sits down, introducing herself to the five other boys Changbin spent his school days with, it’s simple. Nothing really to it.
She melds with them well, contributing to the piss-taking that is their normal and complaining about Literature- her worst subject, with the group.
Seo Changbin doesn’t understand her. Kang Sunhee is an anomaly but he is happy to sit and chat with her at lunch times, conversation flowing with ease- much to the shock of his friends who continue to shoot curious glances.
But he thinks that maybe understanding her could wait for a later date, for now, he was happy to simply exist, adjusting to his new lifestyle and the people that came with it.
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"This Means the World to Me" Part 9
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AN: This one has a touch of angst, but you gotta believe in rom-communism to make it to the spice at the end marked with 🌶️
Tags: oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, graphic descriptions of p-in-v sex
Willa did end up coming to New York to celebrate. You had meetings with Sasha and HBO about what’s next, Jason joining over Zoom. The two of you put on your professional hats and tried to keep the loving gazes to a minimum, not that it always worked.
Sasha kept it real with you, as she always did. “You’re not going to be rich for the next few months, even the next year or two. But I think you should take the leap and quit the day job. You are so talented. This is the start, not the peak. Boring old accounting will always be there, and I’m sure you can thrive off you-know-who’s Ted Lasso money.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not letting Jason bankroll me. Well, not directly. I’ve got savings and a writer’s room paycheck, I’m sure I can figure it out.”
“Selfishly,” Sasha started speaking slowly, sipping her latte. The two of you were in a coffee shop around the corner from her office, a mix of personal and professional. “I wouldn’t say no to another novel. We’ve talked about other ideas you’ve had and I know time is going to be tight, but now would be a great time, publicity-wise.”
You hadn’t thought about a 3rd novel but you always have ideas floating, always have a notebook tossed in a bag for when something strikes you. Jason joked he felt like he was out with his therapist sometimes, but you often let him read your ideas. You enjoyed his feedback; he was a brilliant writer and he made your ideas stronger.
“What about short stories? I feel like I can totally squeeze in some ideas that won’t make full length novels.”
“Girl, that’s a great idea,” Sasha accidentally got too loud and looked around, waving her hand dismissively, “I’m literally already too excited. Can you work on getting me some ideas soon? Something I can shop around?”
“I will get on that in London,” and you knew when you said it that it would set Sasha off on a girl talk tangent. You didn’t mind at all.
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Because production for your show wouldn’t start until after Ted Lasso filming ended, you once again found yourself talking to Willa while buying a one way ticket, this time to London. The two of you would be heading to the airport together and she was uncharacteristically quiet. Willa lounged on the couch in Jason’s living room as you moved about the kitchen getting plates and forks for your takeout.
“Everything okay?”
Willa smiled softly at you. “Yeah, no, I’m just…so happy for you. You literally look so at home here. And I guess I’m just a little bummed that your family…” Willa trailed off. You hadn’t really spoken to your parents since the Emmys, not seriously anyway. They loved you, they checked in on you, but you hated the feeling like you needed to defend yourself and your choices, so the relationship was stilted.
You sighed. “I know. And I think you’re the best friend in the world that it’s bumming you out. I think we’ll get there you know? It’ll just… take some time.”
“Are you going to take Jason to meet them?”
“Oh I guess I’ll have to eventually,” you waved your hand dismissively, “but god it feels like a dick move to subject him to that.”
“You’re not subjecting him, he loves you. And I’m sure your brother is dying to meet him.” Willa was right, your older brother had been supportive from day one, had technically met Jason on FaceTime and asked after him everytime the two of you spoke, which wasn’t often but was always pleasant. “Just take everyone to an activity of some kind, a basketball game or a movie, literally just anything where you don’t have to entertain each other for 2 hours.” You laughed. Willa was right, as she tended to be.
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Your arrival in London was marked with the energy of a homecoming. You surprised Jason by coming straight to set, not wanting to waste a minute by waiting for him at his rental. You felt bad that you showing up was such a distraction, but Hannah and Juno especially greeted you like long lost friends. Brett grinned, with a “there she is,” and met you with open arms. And at the end of a long line of hello’s was Jason in one of his classic directing outfits, a Run the Jewels hoodie and baseball cap, smiling broadly at you and catching you in his arms, spinning you around with a chaste kiss.
You joined the crew on their lunch break and caught everyone up on your good news, that you’d be writing your next book, or at least as much of it as you could, while you were still in London, and the cast invited you to hang out while you did it. You looked to Jason, not wanting to overstep but he just nodded enthusiastically, so you agreed.
“Alright, more importantly,” Brett started, everyone turning to listen, “if you’re going to hang out with us, you have to take the quiz.”
“Oooo, yes,” Toheeb responded excitedly clapping his hands together.
You laughed looking around the faces at the table, nervous but curious, “Oh jeez and if I fail?”
“Well its only one question and you’ll still be allowed back you’ll just never hear the end of it.”
“Fair, hit me.”
“If you could choose any song for Rebecca to have karaoke’d in Season 1, what would you have picked?”
You put on your most serious face while you tried to think of a good answer, something that didn’t sound like you were sucking up to someone’s specific sensibilities. It suddenly hit you, a ridiculous answer that almost made you laugh out loud but you thought it would hit harder if you said it matter-of-factly.
“American Boy by Estelle ft. Kanye West. Colin doing the Kanye verse of course.”
You give it a beat, amused at how no one quite knows if they’re meant to laugh until you finally crack a smile. Brett laughed loudly and easily, hitting his hand on the table, Jason joining him with a giggle. Hannah didn’t know the song and everyone got a kick out of playing it for her.
“You passed,” chuckled Brendan, “that’s certainly one we’ve never heard.”
“So karaoke tonight then, yeah,” suggested Juno giddily.
“Oh I am NOT a performer,” you laughed. “But I will happily hang out and drunkenly support you.” You yawned at the end of your sentence, and Jason shook his head at you.
“After a nap maybe. Come on I’ll get you home. Be back in 30 y’all,” Jason directed towards the crew who all nodded, happy to get a little bit of extra lunch time.
“Make that 45,” you suggested, and Hannah and Juno giggled knowingly. Jason laughed taking wrapping an arm around your waist, and tossing over his shoulder, “you heard the lady.”
Karaoke that evening was as raucous as you expected, more of a free-wheeling club. Having time with Jason earlier in the day, as quick as it was, helped you feel more settled, more free to party with his friends like they were yours. You danced with Juno in a way that in past relationships would have made your partner jealous but when you looked over at Jason he was watching with amusement, pressing a bottle of beer to his lips, dragging your eyes to his jawline. It was Juno’s small frame pressed against you at the moment, but when your eyes locked on him you could still feel the ghost of his presence, his touch.
When the song ended you grabbed another drink, and as soon as you pressed the glass to your lips you could feel Jason come up behind you, his hands on your waist, leaning over you to order another beer.
“You are incredibly sexy, you know that,” he whispered low in your ear, and you shuddered involuntarily. Just as he pressed his lips to your neck, you heard Brett calling your name and the opening notes of American Boy. You turned in Jason’s arms, “you didn’t!” Jason lifted his hands up defensively and laughed, “not me.”
And somehow you found yourself three sheets to the wind being the Kanye to Brett’s Estelle. There was more drinks and more laughter and at the end of the night you found yourself giving a drunk Juno a piggyback ride on the way to a chip shop. You were glad to be heading out because you weren’t sure how much longer you could look at Jason’s mouth around a beer bottle, or his tongue licking salt off the rim of a shot glass. You could tell he was feeling it too, when he kissed you more passionately than he normally would in public, Juno still wrapped around your back laughing at how closely she was involved. Hannah snapped a photo and the next morning when you managed to untangle yourself from the sheets you saw it on Juno’s instagram, and laughed when you realized she had used your caption, Paris looks nice this time of year.
The time in London was flying by and you didn’t go to set everyday but you were there often. It was nice to have people around while you wrote, the hustle and bustle kept you focused. You and Jason fell into a routine similar to that in New York, but now with plans for his kids to come out for a while. You made plans with your family to visit New York, and by extension meet Jason, when you were back in town. Now that the writers room for the show had a date, there were plans that needed to be made and as exciting as it was, it made you anxious. And being anxious made you grumpy, as much as you didn’t want to be grumpy around Jason. It was hard to not want to be perfect. But as much as Jason was surprised that you could read him like a book, he could do the same for you.
“Alright,” he said, falling on to the couch next to you as he came in from shooting. “What has you all sunken in there?” He tapped your head gently, his tone light.
“Nothing,” you responded quickly, still tapping away on your laptop. You knew if you turned to look at him he’d be able to see everything you didn’t want to tell him. You could work out your anxiety on your own, like you had for years. He had been nothing but accommodating, there was no reason to saddle him with your unfounded insecurities.
“Uh huh,” he said slowly, clearly not believing you. “Is it the book?”
“Not the book.”
“Your family?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“My family?”
“Jason.” You said it sharply and Jason chuckled thinking that he was getting somewhere, until he looked at you and realized that you were serious.
“Baby, can you close your laptop? Please?”
You did but you still didn’t look at him. “I just, I know we’ve talked about it, but everything is moving so fast and I just, I’m starting to feel like I’m drifting out to sea. Like where do I live anymore, what am I doing, is the book any good, is the show gonna—”
Jason sighed. You felt guilty for bringing up old conversations, but then you were mad that he was making you feel guilty. This was so hard, being an author and writing a show was so much harder than you’d thought. Dating a celebrity was harder than you thought it would be. You squared your shoulders and looked at him.
“Jason, you… I mean..this is hard!”
“Us?”
“Everything. I just,” you sighed, “you’ve got all your shit together and, you know, you’re busy but you don’t seem stressed to the point of imploding and you’re the fucking executive producer.”
Jason rubbed a hand over his face, fiddling with his mustache, “That’s what this is really about isn’t it, that I’m executive producer.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re finally mad at me for stealing your thunder. I knew it would come back around but I really wish we had hashed this out before—”
“Jason,” you can feel yourself getting louder, not quite yelling but certainly not the volume of polite conversation. “I meant what I said, I don’t HAVE thunder without you stepping in. I’m jealous, sure, but not about that. You’re show running and acting and launching a new show and writing and co-parenting and dating me and I can’t fucking do the one thing in my life I’ve always dreamed of doing without cracking into pieces. I’m jealous that its not too fucking much for you.”
Jason stood, putting distance between the two you and running his hands through his hair. He was silent for a few moments and you replayed what you said, because you could feel him oozing hurt. Finally, in a pained voice, he asked, “Are you breaking up with me? Am I...is this...too much for you because we can…I mean, I can—”
“No! Jason, stop. listen to me,” you were frustrated but apologetic and you could tell Jason was frustrated too.
“So what are you saying? Huh?”
“I’m saying I love you! I’m just fucking overwhelmed even if it is in a positive way. Even if I’m overwhelmed with good things I’m still fucking overwhelmed.”
The room was quiet in the aftermath of your outburst. You were so embarrassed it didn’t truly sink in what you’d said.
“Did you…just tell me you love me for the first time in the middle of an argument?”
You look at him wide-eyed. “...Well it wasn’t meant to be an argument.” You shrugged and he laughed. Jason moved your laptop onto the coffee table as he sat down and pulled you into his lap. When you finally met his gaze, what you saw there made you forget the feeling of drowning you’d been experiencing so recently lately.
“Y/N… I love you. So much. And if there’s anything I can do to help you feel less overwhelmed I want to do it. Okay? There’s no problem that’s too small to burden me with. Even if that problem is that you’re wayyyy too happy. I just need you to talk to me.”
You laughed and dropped your head kissing up his neck, to his jaw, finally meeting his lips. It felt the same as it always did, except more than. Deeper.
“You love me, huh?” He smiled and you pressed another small kiss to his lips. “I hear you. And I certainly am wayyyyy too happy,” you kissed him again. “But I can think of one thing you could do to help right now,” you said as you moved off his lap, pulling him down over you. Every part of your skin he revealed he pressed a whispered I love you into, until you were panting with desire.
🌶️Spice🌶️
Jason leaned back from your naked form. He was still dressed in his trackpants and hoodie and you could feel his gaze over your body.
“Mmh,” he grunted with a smirk, and your cheeks flushed. “You know it’s been six months,” he said pressing kisses down your chest, “and every time I see you naked I go a little bit more insane.”
“Oh yeah?” You tried to keep your voice steady, but it came out as a moan, “so I’ve got about 6 more months before you’re just totally gone?”
Jason licked straight up your center and you gasped at the feel of his tongue. “Yeah, no, you’ve got maybe two weeks.”
Emotions were so heightened it wasn’t going to take much for Jason to make you fall apart, especially not once he introduced two of his long fingers as his tongue continued swirling around your clit. You were already closer to orgasm than you thought you were, and as much as you appreciated Jason being a giver, you wanted him inside you immediately and you weren’t afraid to tell him so.
Jason stripped down and you ran your hands lovingly over his neck, his chest, his thighs. Something about the way he waited patiently and just let you touch gave you the most powerful feeling of ownership. He was yours. You could take what you wanted from him. And you did, using one hand to tug his chin towards you for a kiss and the other to line him up with your center. He started to move slowly, reverently, but with a nod of encouragement from you, picked up the pace and fucked you with every praise he could think of falling off his tongue. He used his thumb to bring you over the edge with him, moaning your name as he did. He collapsed gently on top of you and you held him against your chest, pressing kisses to the crown of his head.
❄️End of Spice❄️
“It doesn’t matter how hard it is, it doesn’t matter if the show works, it doesn’t matter where I live,” you realized softly, whispering more to yourself than him, “not when this feels like home.”
AN: Can't believe we're almost at the end! American Boy karaoke is one of the first ideas I had for this fic, and then I saw this wonderful fanvid and knew it had to happen. Also special thanks to everyone replying or reblogging and saying how much you enjoy the story in the tags, greatly appreciated!
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so, 305. I hate that there were so many lovable things about it. like the ducks around morgane’s house (bathroom, living room) keeping up with the theme--reminded me of those pictures books where you had to find the duckling hidden on every page! (speaking of; timothée il a un peu une tête d’Où est Charlie nan ? he’s got the stripes + glasses + hair) or the fact that morgane is randomly wearing floaties at the swimming pool 😂 (… maintenant que j’y pense, elle comptait peut-être les piquer pour chloé mdrr)
et les combines de serge. céline giving up on educating morgane on procedure, ptdr. l’employée de l’ehpad qui a un vague air de mylène farmer. [gros canard] still holds the title of HPI’s mr. worldwide. daphné being daphné. ("gilles..? 🤨 euh, oui. GILLES !") gilles STILL being way too good a friend (j’espère que sa psy lui dit), but also how close he was to morgane during the investigation, that was cute!
par contre, 2 trucs qui me hantent : 1) why does [gros canard] seem mesmerized by morgane’s neck while she goes on and on about the kid’s drawing?? 2) morgane’s lack of empathy at the pool. I didn’t expect her to joke about moms murdering each other right in front of the bereft husband 😧
Oh my gosh anon, I'm just so sad that this episode was so tainted and ruined for you 😭 It breaks my heart a little, and also it makes me dread for you, knowing what's coming ahead, but... one shitty plotline at a time, amirite?
Soooooo *cracks knuckles* let's get started 😈
"I hate that there were so many lovable things about it"
-> literally me after watching the finale tbh 😂😭
I must say I didn't notice the ducks thingy but thank you for pointing it out, it really is reminiscent of those child books and was a very nice touch (the way this show can switch from absolutely shitty and unsubtle to actually brilliant and clever in the bat of an eye will never cease to baffle me) 😍 The duck jokes at the crime scene were excessively funny too, and the moment Bonnemain enters the game too with a joke that's not even funny?? Peak comedy! And Adam's reaction "Mais vous allez pas vous y mettre vous aussi ?!" -> 200% Artur vibes 😂
100% agreed that Timothée is a human waldo and was intended to be lol (also on en parle de Timothée qui offre le même polo à Théa ?? Who does that? 😂 It's like he asked for her to put it in the mopping supplies... And her general passive-aggressive animosity towards him was SO entertaining!)
And OMG I didn't even notice Morgane had floaties on at the swimming pool, this is hysterical 🤣 And re her lack of compassion, I must say Morgane's relationship with empathy has been a mystery for me since day one, sometimes we get to see her really sympathizing with the victims' families (the daughter in the pilot for instance, or the mall's widow in 201, or even the actual bledigirl), but also sometimes not ("ah bah ça tombe bien puisqu'elle est morte" with the victim's sister in 201), so this scene didn't strike me as particularly ooc, but her characterization regarding this specific personality trait is unclear. I'd say perhaps she tends to lose her compassionate skills when she gets excited about figuring out some stuff?
Serge's cancer kid scam was very fun to watch ("coucou c'est la maman du petit Eliott, bon bah il est mort" 😂), and also I wouldn't have noticed the ehpad employee's similarity with Mylène Farmer but now that you're pointing it out...
Somehow it warms my heart a bit to see you calling Adam [gros canard] this episode, I guess it shows you're on your way to forgive him? But maybe it's just my own wishful thinking lol! Anyway, yes, he also speaks Russian (and not to spoil, but Mehdi Nebbou is gonna keep on bragging in later eps 👅), and remember when I told you that your dream about escaping from Putin was foreshadowing? Well I was talking about this KGB bit haha ����
No idea why he seems to stare at Morgane's neck in the hospital, perhaps he just can't look her in the eyes nor in the boobs (in his defense, she just talked to him about nipples) so he's stuck in between lol 😅 Or maybe Mehdi just forgot he was acting for a bit and was thinking about dinner or something idk... But there is indeed room for interpretation and I'll go with the most probable option which is that he's just mesmerized by her in general, especially in that episode where he's discovering that he can't stand seeing her with someone else (let's be real, everyone saw that coming but him 😂), so he's probably just staring at her while thinking "what the fuck is wrong with me?"
Daphné and Gilles were the heart and soul of this episode I swear!! I love Daphné's completely clueless but supportive ass, Gilles being so torn between friendships he's gonna break, the fact that he kept the charade going on for TWO MONTHS, the fact that apparently he talks about Morgane to his therapist 🤣, him trying to hide Morgane's presence from Adam at David's (he's the definition of the no-questions-asked friend who'll support you no matter what, we all need a Gilles in our lives 🥰) Daphné being ready to get any disabled but homophobic employee fired (worst idea ever to give her that workplace inclusion responsibility mais je l'a-dore), and also her blind anger towards Morgane, misunderstanding of the CENTURY 🤩🤩🤩
Also, did you notice that Gilles shaved, this ep? The man is such an Adam fangirl he's now cosplaying as him istg 🤣🤣🤣
[EDIT] OMG I JUST FIGURED OUT WHY YOU CALL HIM GROS CANARD ANON YOU ARE A GENIUS IN DISGUISE OK BYYYYYE
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A Post-Internet World
I was watching The X-Files earlier. Season 1, which aired in 1993. It’s a fun show; and as a 90s boy (me being born in 1992), it took me back to that hazy world, where the music was different, the haircuts different, even the colour of the streets seemingly different.
The characters step into phone booths to make calls. They still have those televisions which are massive black boxes which flash with those black & white dots when not hooked on to a channel. They still read broadsheet newspapers. I’ll admit a nostalgia for the 1990s and TV shows from that pre-Sopranos age.
But it got me thinking about the main thing missing from the daily lives of people back then.
The internet. They don’t use the internet; it’s just not there … Which is surreal when you compare it to 2023, when all of us are constantly wired to the internet.
So it got me thinking about just how much the world wide web has altered the planet, since the era I mentioned above, when I was a child.
1993 is a convenient year, because this is when the first proper web browser was released to the public. Amazon and eBay were invented in 1995, and Google in 1998. Wikipedia was born in 2001. In 1993, 1% of information fed through global telecommunications networks was performed via the internet. In 2023, it is 100%.
What about TV shows? Well – you remember Blockbuster, right? The video store. That’s what you’d do on a Friday night, go and rent a VHS out to watch the X-Files. Well, Blockbuster declined heavily after the explosion of the internet, and closed its last store in Alaska in 2018.
The internet also killed Toys R Us, RadioShack, Virgin Megastores (in terms of high street shops, in the West), the Discovery Channel Store, Borders book shop, Hastings Entertainment, Dixons entertainment, Woolworths, Sears (which was once the world’s largest retailer) and GameStop, to name a few.
Furthermore, there are whole industries which have had to adapt to the WWW. Pre-internet, and up until the new millennium, almost all books were sold in bookstores, as physical copies. Today, 80% of books are sold online. Specific types of books are no longer bought on demand; such as encyclopedias, dictionaries, travel guides or maps – all of which are easier to access online.
Landlines … for your phone in your house. In the 1990s 9 in 10 of households used their landline phone as a main way of communication. Today it’s 9 in 10 with cellphones.
Journalism. From 2005 to 2021, over 2200 American print newspapers closed in the US; and from 2008 to 2020, the number of American newspaper journalists were cut by half. Similarly, in the UK, around 300 newspapers died away between 2009 and 2019.
The music industry. Is an obvious one, and among those most severely struck. Whilst the net made it far easier to pirate music, platforms such as Apple Music and Spotify removed the need for illegal listeners. The industry itself was among the most profitable in the 1990s. Within the last 20 years its revenue has been reduced by 50%, when taking all sources into account. CD sales reached their peak in the year 2000 in America (a figure of around 900 million). Since then sales have dropped 95%.
And, on a grander scale, we can’t ignore how the internet has altered how we socialise. We spend more time on the internet in our daily lives that we do via communicating with other people face to face.
It’s changed the way we read, and the amount that we read. People are far more likely to skim read articles on a screen and not read beyond the initial three or four paragraphs, especially if this requires clicking ‘next page’ to read on. Writers on the internet now write shorter sentences in order to hold reader attention span.
The internet has changed crime. Through cybercrime, as people find it easier to steal money from long distance locations whilst hiding their identities. It is estimated that over $600 billion is lost (or robbed) each year via cyber criminals.
It’s changed the way people date. People who use dating apps are more likely to have sex sooner in a relationship than those who meet in the ‘traditional’ way; and are more likely to date several people at once before choosing a specific individual. Moreover, it has made people less likely to commit, because with internet dating, they have far more options.
Most of this essay has been negative. One can’t deny that the internet has many positive sides to it too. With Healthcare, for instance: as people are able to communicate with their doctors without having to physically attend a GP, thus making it faster. And in terms of education – one can basically look up any information they please at any point. Rather than having to head to a library or school.
I use the internet all the time as well. Am no different. I suppose it just felt odd, watching the X-Files earlier, as it gave me that dose of what it was like in boyhood. There was Twin Peaks, as well, and Friends, you know, all of those classic 90s shows. I used to watch them on one of those gigantic televisions, which only had four channels.
In 1993, around 15 million people used the internet. Nowadays, over 4.66 billion people are online. That’s less than 1% of the world population in 93, to around 60% of the world population now.
I miss the 1990s. It was a great decade for things like television, and film, and music. Culture in general. The irony is that I no longer own a VHS player. And I was using a streaming site to watch the X-Files earlier. I should feel lucky to have experienced that last-decade-before-the-internet. To belong to the millennials generation.
What I do still have is a retro TV (with the black & white scrambly dots), and a Nintendo 64 and Playstation, oh – and a great collection of CDs. And they’re never getting chucked out, ever. Will keep them, always.
#writeblr#essays#history of the internet#history of communications#x files#1990s tv#classic tv#blockbuster#how the internet has changed the world#history of culture#cinema#journalism#music industry
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hi im the back and im now a stray cat in ur backgarden waiting for a meal. give me fun facts abs ur ocs or ill scratch something. i think they are So Cool. please
ouuu my god YOU HAVE UNLEASHED THE HORRORS . I LOVE MY OCS RAAAAAGHHHHH
ok im . putting this into like subsections based on ocs. limiting myself to 3 fun facts about each oc so i have some that ppl can still ask me about.
looong post so im gonna put it under a read more
cyrus:
he is a nickname guy. he will give people nicknames. the most notable one is "inky" for azul. she started calling him it post-overblot because it made him uncomfortable in an entertaining way. for mc / yuu she'll call them "small-fry" / "zako" because. well. its condescending. also in jpn it's apparently slang for "weak / useless person" or "mob character" LMFAO. "fry" / "chigyo" is how he addresses people that he doesn't care about (mostly other students from different dorms) and he often calls other dorms "chigyochi" (rough translation would be. Breeding ground?? but in official eng it would probably be something like Hatchery i guess. to remove the Implications LOL). she also likes to call specifically freshmen "freshwaters" / "tansugiyo" because. coming from the coral sea as a saltwater mer. the Peak of insult is implying you're a freshwater fish who can't survive the salt or the cold. basically calling all these freshmen weak as fuck
he's so terrified of sebek its so funny. its like an irrational fear of him too. cyrus just wants to Sprint Away as fast as she can when she hears sebeks voice because sebek reminds her of a crocodile. incredibly hilarious considering sebek is a whole freshman and cyrus is a whole junior and they're from completely different dorms so there's like. So little chance of them interacting
she HATES the nrc birthday tradition of the "gift of good fortune" (aka getting cake thrown in her face) because her least favorite food is whipped cream. he honestly just hates cake in general and hates the idea of cake being thrown at him (in reference to the scene in the little mermaid where vanessa stumbles into the wedding cake bc the sealife is attacking her LMFAO). she's not even a good sport about it bc shes immediately trying to run away. her birthday presenter (its cater btw. if u even care) has to literally hold her down kicking and screaming.
marron:
his worst subject is alchemy. things can and do often blow up in his face... even if that wasn't originally possible for whatever he was making to do. pre-overblot, this is mostly obscured by how he's able to maneuver his lab partners into doing most of the work for him. post-overblot, it's so obvious that it's his weakest subject that crewel immediately puts him in remedial lessons and he's so embarrassed about it. will get snappish and defensive if anyone presses him on it because he hates feeling like he's being criticized
he has a favors gambit running in the freshmen classes. if you picked any random freshman student out of the crowd at nrc... 9 times out of 10 they'll owe marron a favor. it's a lot less formal and definitely a lot less intimidating than azul's contract system, but that's part of what makes it work-- the people indebted to marron are pretty much unaware of their debt until they step out of line and face consequences they weren't anticipating at All.
his brother had connections to a security company named Cloak&Dagger. it has connections to S.T.Y.X. in that it sells information on overblotters to the organization but it also more generally keeps tabs on the influential people of the world (like the royal family). marron uses this connection to cultivate a horrifyingly wide information network. he does have all the personal data on ur phone btw. he knows everything you looked up on wikipedia. he's side-eyeing you for spending that long on sigmund freud's page.
jettie:
the youngest in a family of six. his three siblings, all guys, are older than him-- around college/workforce age. in order from youngest to oldest they are buddy, moore, and ramer (all respectively based off chum, anchor, and bruce from finding nemo). they're a lot more friendly than jettie. also a lot bigger. jetties kind of the runt so hes more aggressive to compensate. they love him anyways <3
his family run a bodyguard business. it's a little ominous. his other three siblings are kind of iffy on continuing it because it's shady as fuck but jettie is READY to take over the business when his father nimius (twisted off of glut from the little mermaid 1) gives him the opportunity or 2) kicks the bucket.
he keeps all his baby teeth in a jar. actually all of his teeth that fall out. he bites a lot of things he shouldn't so this is more common than you think. did you know sharks have a neverending supply of regenerating teeth? isn't that horrifying? well its a trait jettie has and yes it is more horrifying when he's in his human form. he brings out the jar of teeth when he wants to fuck with someone
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#heartscreations#cyrus de seirene#marron enneve#jettie vortex#whewwff long post. sorry yall. i love my ocs a lot
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