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trickphotography2 · 11 months

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D-Day by TrickPhotography | Chapter 2

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female!reader

Word count: 3.1k

Synopsis: After finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, Jake is ready to move in and get married. The last thing he expected was to be hit with a six-month deployment at sea and missing the birth of his first child.

Chapter 1 | Master List | Ao3

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Chapter 2

“Special delivery!”

You looked up from your computer and blinked at the older woman in your office doorway. While Joanne, the office receptionist, often waved on her way to the break room to restock the coffee or clean up after the guys, she rarely stopped by. The most interaction you usually had was stopping by her desk to get your mail and snag a piece of candy from the bowl. After you had strongly shut down the hints that you needed to help the administration department set up the holiday party, the relationship was strained.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to help - it was just that you were the only person outside of admin asked to do so. If she’d asked just one man from your team to do the same, you would have been more than happy to pitch in. But you’d walked in on one too many snide conversations about the ‘party planning committee’ to give the guys another thing to tease you about.

So Joanne standing in front of your office was an oddity. Even more so was the vase of flowers in her hands. “What are those?”

“Flowers for you, silly! There’s a card and everything!” She stepped into your office as you stood, lifting the flowers to her face to smell before handing them to you. You frowned at the arrangement of white roses and blue hydrangeas, running a finger along the green foliage. It clearly wasn’t the obligatory office birthday gift and your parents never sent flowers. “Open the card!” Joanne said, clapping her hands.

Sighing, you set the vase on your desk and plucked out the white envelope. The front said that the arrangement was called Blue Skies. Your frown deepened at the message on the back.

1) Thanks for the beers

2) Didn’t think you were a tag chaser

3) I prefer to be called a man in a bag or Hangman

4) I disagree

-- Jake

There was that phone number again.

“Well, who is it from?” Joanne asked. “A secret admirer?”

“My parents,” you lied, forcing a smile while stroking the soft rose petals.

“Oh,” her smile fell, disappointed that there wasn’t more gossip to spread in the office. “That’s nice of them. Any special occasion?”

“Not that I know of. I’ll, um… I’m going to give them a call to thank them. And thank you for bringing these to me.”

“Of course. I’m up front if you need anything.”

As soon as she left, you collapsed back into your chair and let your head fall back to stare at the ceiling. For a moment, you debated calling Seresin but decided against it, tossing the card in your desk drawer to deal with later. Your attempt to focus on emails kept being interrupted as the scent of the flowers permeated your office, and the blue caught the corner of your eye. It was a relief when the meeting reminder popped up on the screen. Quickly, you locked the computer and gathered a notebook and pen, grabbing your coffee mug at the last second.

Mark and Glen nodded as you moved toward the break room coffee pot. They were talking about a golfing trip over the weekend that some of the guys were going on. When they asked what you were doing, you shrugged, “Just relax and catch up on some stuff around the apartment.”

“No hot date?” Glen asked. Unlike some in your office, you knew Glen was playfully teasing - you’d attended his wedding just two months ago, and the man was so obnoxiously in love with his wife.

“Not unless you count Mr. Clean who will be getting up close to my baseboards,” you laughed.

“Say the word and you’d have a lot of guys lining up to see your baseboards,” Mark smirked into his coffee, and you blushed. Glen rolled his eyes before looking at his watch.

“Meeting’s starting soon. Save you a seat?” When you nodded, he shouldered Mark towards the door, and you could have sworn you saw Glen swat the back of Mark’s head. With a deep breath, you set your mug by the sink and turned on the cold water, removing your watch to thrust your wrists under the stream. While annoying, Mark’s comment wasn’t the worst you’d heard. And you’d, unfortunately, opened yourself up for that comment - joking about someone seeing your baseboards? Rookie move.

Eventually, you turned off the water and dried your hands. After putting on your watch and dumping cream and sugar into your coffee, you made your way to the conference room for the weekly check-in. Thankfully Joanne had sent one of her staff in to take notes so you wouldn’t be in charge of the meeting minutes.

Twisting in your chair, you looked at the flowers again and chewed on your lower lip. They’d caused quite a few remarks as your colleagues filed past your office following the meeting, a few people popping in to try and get the gossip. You stuck to your story about them being from your parents. Glancing at the open door, you grabbed the card from your drawer and held it up again.

The card was handwritten, which either meant that Seresin… Jake… had called in the order or gone to a flower shop himself rather than ordering online. The writing was small and precise; you could feel it indent the paper when you ran a finger over it. Flipping the card over, you saw that Blue Skies was in different handwriting. Which meant he probably wrote the note himself.

Something about a guy going into a flower shop and picking something out for you made your heart give an unwelcome flutter. It was a bad idea. You interacted with pilots enough to know those wings usually came with an ego. There was too much of that in your life already, why invite more? And besides, what kind of nickname was Hangman? You knew enough to understand that it was his callsign. Had he been caught doodling in his notes one too many times, or was it some inside joke? Groaning, you tried to push away those thoughts. There was no need for you to know where it came from.

Picking up your phone, you quickly typed in his number and hit send before you could think too much. It rang repeatedly as you shut the door and crossed your arm under your chest.

“It’s Seresin. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

“Oh, hi,” you said, unprepared to have been met with his voicemail. “I, um, I just wanted to call and say thank you for the flowers. They weren’t necessary. So, um… thank you again, and have a great day.” Cursing yourself after hanging up, you muttered, “Smooth.”

The phone rang in your hand, flashing an unknown number. Against your better judgment, you answered it. “Hello?”

“Hi. It’s Seresin - Jake. Glad to hear you got the flowers. I was getting worried they got delivered to the wrong place.”

“Right, um, thank you. Again.”

“You’re welcome. So I’ve been thinking about this conflict of interest.”

“Oh?”

“I’ve got nothing to do with contracts and I don’t even fly what you’re selling - I’m still in an old fourth-gen, like you pointed out yesterday. So there’s no conflict.”

“Really?” you said, feeling charmed despite yourself.

“And to your other point, I’ve very clearly a man in a bag, not a boy.”

“Man or boy, I don’t date pilots.”

“That a hard rule?”

“Yes.”

“What if I told you I was on the maintenance crew?”

“Lying isn’t a great way to get a date.”

“Who says I’m lying?”

“They don’t hand out those gold wings I saw on your uniform to just anyone, Lieutenant.”

“You know a lot about uniforms. You serve?”

“No, I’m a civilian.” When he hummed, you cleared your throat. “It was nice meeting you. And if you ever have $75 million lying around and want to purchase an F-35, feel free to call me and I’ll give you the sales pitch.”

“That with the friends and family discount?”

“We’d have to be friends for you to get that.”

“Ouch. Nothing on the family side?”

“Are you saying you're family? Because that would be another reason we can’t go on a date.” He chuckled, and you smiled.

“I can see why you’re in negotiations.”

“It pays the bills.” There was silence before Jake cleared his throat.

“So dinner and drinks are off the table?”

“They are.”

“Damn.”

“No hard feelings?”

“Just a couple. It’s not every day you come across someone smart and gorgeous.”

“You’ll get over me.” At that, he laughed and you grinned.

“That’s usually my line.”

“Oh, so you’re a heartbreaker? Good thing I’m dodging that bullet.”

“Guess so.” Neither of you said anything until he spoke up again. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah. It was nice meeting you, Lieutenant.”

“Jake.”

“Jake,” you repeated. “Have a good rest of your week.”

“You too.”

When the call disconnected, you let your head fall back against the door and sighed. Why is it that a five-minute conversation with Jake was more fun than you’d had in months of being on dating apps?

“So do you have any siblings?” Tyler asked, running his finger around the rim of his coffee mug. Smiling, you shook your head and subtly twisted your wrist to glance at your watch. Half an hour in and you were still playing twenty questions. You wondered when he would ask what your favorite color was. At least he wasn’t monologuing about his podcast like your last date.

“Only child,” you replied. “You?”

“Two older brothers.”

“That must have been a fun dynamic growing up,” you smiled, adjusting your sunglasses. Tyler shrugged.

“Being the youngest sucked since I was the punching bag. Always wanted to be an only child.”

“It does have its perks. So are you from Lemoore?”

“Nah, got that DoDEA job and moved from the East Coast. Nothing like moving across the country to teach a bunch of third graders. I really wanted an overseas job, so that’ll be the next step.”

“That’s awesome. I really liked my teachers when I went to school on base.”

“Yeah. Not to mention the pay is way better.” Your eyes glazed over as Tyler railed against the government teacher’s salary for stateside compared to overseas postings. You agreed that teachers needed to be paid more, but this wasn’t a great first-date conversation. You nodded where appropriate and sipped at your iced coffee.

And then you spotted him.

The downside of living near a military base was how small the community was. It wasn’t something you had necessarily picked up on while growing up when your whole social network revolved around school, but it was definitely noticeable as an adult. A perfect example was seeing a man you’d turned down walking towards the only open table on the patio of your favorite local coffee shop, clearly on a date.

Jake pulled out the woman’s chair, settling her back-to-back with Tyler, and taking the seat opposite her. Which unfortunately put him in your direct eye line. While you couldn’t confirm it because you were both wearing sunglasses, you felt his eyes lock on you as you stared at him. It’d been three weeks since meeting him in the hangar, and clearly, he hadn’t had an issue finding a date.

You tried focusing on Tyler, but your eyes kept drifting back to Jake. He looked good out of uniform. The green collared shirt he wore clung to his arms and chest, and was unbuttoned enough to hint at chest hair. You had a feeling it was a close match to his eyes. Forcing your gaze back to Tyler, you couldn’t help but compare the two men. Tyler was leaner, his dark hair long enough for him to continually flick out of his eyes. Tattoos decorated his arms - definitely your usual type. And he was dull. It had seemed exciting to set a date after only exchanging a few messages online, but this was a reminder of why you usually waited at least a week to screen out meeting someone in person.

Jake’s laugh drew your attention, and your eyes flitted toward him before lowering to your drink. Running a hand through your hair, you pushed your sunglasses to the top of your head and propped your chin in your hand, leaning forward to focus on Tyler. You saw his eyes dip down to your cleavage and suppressed a sigh. You’d worn a cute new halter top decorated with flowers and a keyhole slit that apparently was just enough for him to get a peek at your breasts.

As he rambled on about the renovation he was doing on his house (one tally in the pros column - homeowner), you absentmindedly ran your thumb through your glass’s condensation. With your customer service smile pasted on, you mentally ran through the lists of things you needed to get done that weekend. It was hard to ignore the chuckles and laughs from the table next to you, and you tried not to be envious of the easy flow of conversation between Jake and his date.

Tyler eventually asked how you got into defense contracting, and you gave him the bare bones story - your dad did it and it was a career where you could use your English degree. Granted, working on a contract for washing planes - your newest project - wasn’t always the most exciting, but you liked it. “Too bad some of that military budget can’t go into education,” he smirked.

“Yeah, it’s absolutely an underfunded public service,” you agreed.

“Could divert funding for even a couple of those jets always flying overhead and get so much more bang for your buck.” It was on the tip of your tongue to comment on having to decouple property taxes from school funding, but it wasn’t worth the back and forth. Rather than answer, you took a sip of your coffee, glancing over Tyler’s shoulder to see Jake’s raised eyebrow.

When you’d both finished your drinks and the date was coming to an organic end, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment that another guy who had seemed promising on paper led to a disappointing date. As you gathered your purse and empty cups, he held the door open for you to go inside and return your dishes. “Well, it was nice to meet you,” you said while exiting the building, car keys in hand.

“Yeah, you too. I had a good time.”

“Me too,” you lied. “It’s always nice to get out and meet someone new.”

“We should do this again sometime.” You smiled rather than answer and returned the hug he pulled you in for. Thankfully, you were parked on opposite sides of the lot. You sat in your car with the door open until he left, and then got back out. While the date was a bust, you wanted another latte to get you through the errands you needed to run that afternoon.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a voice said behind you in line. Taking a deep breath, you turned to look up at Jake.

“Hi.”

“Date going well?”

“I could ask you the same,” you said, glancing out the window to where his date was looking at her phone.

“Just getting us some refills,” he shrugged.

“Good for you.” When it was your turn, you ordered a large iced latte to go and moved to the opposite side of the counter to wait for your drink. You pulled your phone from your back pocket and opened the dating app. Jake moved to stand behind you, crossing his arms over his chest. After typing a quick message to Tyler to say that you enjoyed the date but you didn’t really see anything moving forward, you unmatched with him.

“Ouch. Could have at least let him get home before breaking his heart,” Jake said. Ignoring him, you closed the app and locked your phone, slipping it into your purse. Tucking your hands into your pockets, you glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Kind of a dick move to talk to another woman while you’re on a date.”

“Really? Even when there’s no chance of a date or even friendship with the one I’m talking to?”

“Yeah, still disrespectful.”

“My bad.” Neither of you spoke for a long moment. He stepped forward to grab a few sugar packets and stood beside you. “So, aren’t schools paid for by property taxes?”

“Yes!” you said, throwing your hands up. “I mean, completely agree with shifting some defense spending to education but…” you trailed off, turning to glare at him. “Were you listening to our conversation?”

“English degree?” Jake smirked. You reached out to swat his arm before you could stop yourself, which only made him laugh. “Hard not to. Should’ve kept your sunglasses on - hid that you were bored better.”

“I was not bored!”

“Which is why you blew him off.”

“Pay attention to your own dating life, Seresin.” With another glance at his date, you scoffed. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring her flowers.”

“Blew my budget on a cute contractor,” he shrugged.

“Thanks for that, by the way. Everyone at work’s wondering who I’m dating.”

Jake leaned closer, and you could smell his spicy aftershave and a hint of coffee on his breath when he spoke again, voice low and rumbling in your ear. “Probably better that I paid for delivery instead of bringing them myself, then, huh, Sweetheart.”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, and your breath caught. Slowly, you turned towards him, catching a glimpse of your stunned expression in the aviator sunglasses hanging on the front of his shirt, and looked up at him. His green eyes dragged from your arm, lingered on your mouth, and finally met your gaze. There was a loaded silence as you dropped your eyes to his cocky grin before turning your attention back to the coffee counter. “Don’t be a dick to your date, please. Don’t be one of those guys.”

That seemed to bring him up short, and his smile dropped as he looked out the window to where his date sat, tapping her fingers on the table. They called your drinks, and you both moved to grab them. Your eyes met briefly and you gave him a weak smile. “Good luck.”

“I’ll see you around,” he replied. With a nod, you walked towards the front door, pausing as you pushed it open to see Jake leaning against the door to the patio looking at you. Smiling, he lifted one of his drinks and tapped a finger to his forehead in a small salute. You smiled back and returned it before walking out.

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Author's Note: DoDEA schools military funded schools on base. Stateside, it's usually only through elementary school, but overseas it goes through high school. They're just like a normal school, just funded differently (people always imagined a military training school when I say they're military schools).

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topguncortez · 8 months

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OK HEAR ME OUT.

"Look at her/his little nose/toes/fingers/hands/other." AND "Hi baby/little boy/girl" FOR ➢Dragon & Rooster (Opposites Attract).

Rooster and dragon deserves this for tonight🥹

"Isn't he perfect?" Dragon looked over her shoulder at her husband. Rooster's brown eyes were locked on the scene in front of him, taking in the sight of the woman he loved, holding and caressing their little body, "Look at his little nose," She cooed, booping their nose, "Oh hi, little boy."

"Are you sure that's the one you want?" Rooster asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "It's missing hair." His eyebrows furrowed as Dragon turned her head around and glared at him, "I'm just saying, there are cuter dogs-"

Dragon gasped, covering the ears of the small pitbull pup, who had his head in her lap, "How dare you say that to Bruce. He is perfectly perfect in every way."

Rooster rolled his eyes and leaned against the dog's kennel. The shelter manager, Joanne couldn't help but chuckle at the couple. They had been there for close to an hour, Dragon insisting on going into every kennel of every dog she swore was "the one", until they got to Bruce. A small, frail pitbull that had been rescued from a supposed fighting ring. He had scars on his body, his ear had been ripped during a fight, and his hair had started to fall out due to stress of being rescued and at the shelter.

"He needs a good home," Joanne said, looking at the two of them, "Lot's of love. Lot's of attention. He just wants to be cuddled."

"Pitbulls are dangerous," Bradley deadpanned, "What if he attacks-"

"All dogs have the tendency to be dangerous, Rooster," Dragon sassed back, "You have to know their boundaries. And pitbulls have a long history of being known as the "nanny dogs"."

Rooster sighed and looked at Joanne, who nodded her head. He looked back at his wife, who was talking in a baby voice to Bruce, the dog with a large smile on his face as she pet his belly. It had been so long since Rooster had seen that bright smile on her face. He just wanted to do something to make her happy, to help her grieving process. And, they had always talked about rescuing a dog together.

"This is really the one?" Rooster asked.

Dragon looked up at him with a bright smile, and Bruce turned his head towards Bradley.

"He's really the one," Dragon nodded.

"Alright," Rooster nodded, "We'll take him." Bruce jumped up immediately and started jumping in a circle, happy little yaps falling from his mouth as if he understood the words that just fell from Bradley's lips. Dragon laughed and patted her lap, the small dog crawling right to her and licking her face.

"You got a good one," Joanne said, patting Rooster's shoulder, "I'll go start the paperwork."

Rooster smiled, "Yeah, I did."

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excineribusbooks · 1 year

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Resource Post: Supplies, Equipment, and Software

So I've had some people ask about the supplies and equipment I use to make my books! This is not a comprehensive list, nor is it an official tutorial on how to make a book (for that, I recommend starting with Renegade Publishing's resource documents, DAS Bookbinding, or SeaLemon's YouTube tutorials -- all free, no patreon required!), but if you're floundering because you don't know what you need to get, hopefully this will help a little bit ❤️ If I discover more good resources or change up my style, I'll add to this post.

Of note: I'm based in the US, so this list is unfortunately pretty US-centric. Apologies!

SUPPLIES

Disclaimer #1: I have a background in book conservation, so I'm picky to a fault about the supplies I use. To make a long-lasting book, you want to look for "acid-free" or "archival" materials -- BUT, a lot of consumer craft stores have realized those are good buzzwords to slap on products even if they aren't really archival. Your best bet is to buy from stores that supply materials to libraries and archives; those tend to be higher quality and stick to actual archival standards. Talas, Hollander's, University Products, and Colophon Book Arts Supply are good places to start.

That said! If price matters more than longevity, hitting up Michaels or Joann Fabrics is totally fine. This is a hobby. The bookbinding police are not gonna come smash down your door because you didn't use archival-quality craft paper. My big recommendation, though: at least get your glue and paste from Talas. High-quality adhesive makes a huge difference in how well, and how long, a book holds together. Bad adhesives can turn brittle with time, stain your paper/cloth, and make all your hard work fall apart.

So, all that said, here's what I use:

BOARD - Davey Binder's Board, 0.098" GLUE - Jade 403 PVA PASTE - Zen Shofu wheat paste (you shouldn't have to buy more than half a pound -- a little goes a long way) CLOTH - Either Arrestox or Dover bookcloth, which comes in a wide variety of colors and holds up extremely well to whatever you want to do to it THREAD - 25/3 linen thread, which I run over a small block of beeswax to make it easier to handle and give it better "locking" properties as I sew. For bigger books of ten signatures or more, I sew onto 3/8" linen tapes for extra support. DECORATIVE PAPER - Hollander's is a treasure trove of decorative papers for endsheets and covers; Talas has some really nice ones, too, but they tend to be pricier (since unfortunately everything at Talas has gotten a lot pricier lately) PRINTING PAPER - Hammermill Colors paper, 20lb, in cream; 24lb is also a good weight that feels a little more substantial than regular printer paper. (I'll probably switch to 24lb once my 20lb paper runs out.) To get the right grain direction, I buy a ream of 11x17 paper and cut it in half to make standard letter-sized sheets (8.5x11). Here's a quick primer on grain direction and why it's important when making a book! ENDBANDS - I've never had the patience to sew my own endbands (though I hope to gain that patience someday!), so I just use premade ones like these.

EQUIPMENT

Disclaimer #2: a lot of the stuff on this list is professional-grade (or close to it) with prices to match. You definitely don't have to buy everything right off the bat. It took me fifteen years to accumulate it all, and you can DIY a lot of bookbinding equipment -- a good googling will lead you to all sorts of innovative ways hobby bookbinders set up their shops. The Renegade Publishing resource documents also have a lot of A+ recommendations.

PRINTER - For text, I use a Brother B&W laser printer with auto-duplex (auto-duplex is key when printing a book); for images, both B&W and color, I use a Canon color inkjet printer set to at least 300 DPI. I fully admit having two printers is an absurd setup, but what laser printers can do well, inkjets absolutely suck at, and vice-versa -- and like I said, I'm hella picky. You can get by fine with a single laser printer! Just make sure it's got auto-duplex to save yourself a lot of pain. GUILLOTINE - I have this model, which goes in and out of stock with some regularity. The trick with this guy is to (a) sandwich your text block between some scrap board so the clamp doesn't leave a dent, and (b) REALLY CRANK DOWN on the clamp as tight as you possibly can to keep the paper from shifting as you cut. This fixes 99% of the skewing problems mentioned in the reviews. PRESS - I have a little cast-iron press I bought off a coworker for fifty bucks; similarly, you might have luck searching eBay, looking at Affordable Bookbinding Equipment (Jim does incredible work!), searching craft stores for a flower press, or even just using two pieces of wood and a few C-clamps. SeaLemon on YouTube also has a good video on how to DIY a book press. PRESS BOARDS - For setting the hinges in the press, I use a pair of brass-edged boards like these. It's a good investment if you want to get really nice, crisp hinges, but it's also 100% possible to DIY brass-edged boards if you want. At my very first job, we even set our hinges by taping sewing needles to the book before putting it in the press! FINISHING PRESS - I have this one, which I use to back my books in combination with these backing irons BACKING HAMMER - To my chagrin, I've discovered that having an actual backing hammer makes backing a book way, way easier. Some folks have had good luck with a cobbler's hammer or just a regular old hammer from a hardware store, but I splurged on a student hammer from Hollander's, and it works fantastically. (I wouldn't recommend buying the "professional" hammers, though, because seriously, $90 for a hammer?! No.) BONE FOLDER - I'm actually not a fan of bone folders made from real bone; I like Teflon folders a lot better for scoring and flattening. (Real bone folders tend to burnish the material, an effect I'm rarely going for.) CUTTING MACHINE - A Silhouette Curio. This is 100% optional, but it's how I do the bulk of my cover designs, including cut-outs, embossing, foiling (with a foil quill attachment), and spine titling. The software and overall quality are way better than Cricut, and its 5mm clearance means you can fit more than just vinyl in there. Sadly, Silhouette has discontinued the Curio, but it's still possible to buy from third-party sellers -- and if you don't care about the 5mm clearance, I've heard good things about the Silhouette Cameo line.

A side note on vinyl, from the obnoxiously picky book conservator: if you're aiming for longevity with your books, using HTV in your book designs may not be the best idea. Not only can the adhesives be questionable, but the plasticizers in vinyl break down in really weird, gross ways once several decades have passed. That's why I tend to stick with cut-outs and foiling instead of HTV. But, again: if you just want to make something pretty, don't worry about it!

SOFTWARE

TYPESETTING - I use Affinity Publisher -- it's similar to Adobe InDesign, but with a flat cost instead of a bullshit subscription model. I am by no means an expert in this, since I've only been designing books for a couple years; pretty much everything I learned, I learned from Aliya Regatti's tutorial, plus or minus a lot of googling and noodling around. I've discovered that it does get cranky if your book is over 250 pages or so, meaning you may have to split longer fics into multiple files. That said, I've been really happy with it, and it goes on sale every now and then if the $70 price tag is too much.

As always, Renegade Publishing has a whole lot of tutorials for other software options, including Microsoft Word, InDesign, LaTeX, and Scribus if you already have access to one of those instead.

IMPOSITION - "Imposition" is when you lay out a book so all the pages are in order once you fold + gather the signatures. Since Affinity Publisher doesn't do this automatically on export, I use Bookbinder 3.0, which is an old but nice little Java program that breaks a single PDF into a series of properly imposed signatures. I usually set it to 6 sheets per signature.

MISCELLANEOUS

IMAGES

The Noun Project is a gigantic repository of basic SVGs and PNGs that are not only great for cutting machines, but for adding flourishes to your title page, chapter headings, and scene dividers. Every single book I've made has used at least one image from here; I pay for the yearly Noun Pro subscription, but it's not necessary to use the site.

Unsplash is perfect for photo elements

Pixabay not only has a great archive of photos, but illustrations and vector images as well

Surprisingly, Wikipedia also has a lot of good Creative Commons photos attached to their articles!

FONTS

1001Fonts is a good starting point for finding free fonts, as is FontSpace and DaFont

If you're willing to pay for fonts (and sometimes it's worth it for a well-designed font that's perfect for your project), Creative Fabrica and Pixel Surplus have some good stuff, including discounted bundles of multiple fonts

#book arts #bookbinding #fanbinding #resources

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confessionbrain-writings · 2 years

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Consequences - Henry Cavill (Grand Suite part two)

Summary: Henry is having a few drinks at the bar where you work. You and your friend share your inappropriate thoughts and fantasies about him, one of yours being ‘I would definitely walk around with a pc logo on me so he could take me apart’. Little did you know he overheard the two of you and invited you to his room to take up on your offer after your shift.

This is a follow up of Check, please? but could be read on its own. [update nov 15th | due the asks, comments and love this is now turned into a miniseries and can be read here]

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, oral (female receiving), protected sex

Word count: approx. 4,5k

A/N: Hi there babes. When I wrote part one I didn’t expect to have this many comments and asks for a follow up, so first of all thank y’all for that! Even though I haven’t originally planned writing a part two you inspired me to do so and got a bit carried away. And to confess I now have another part in mind. Let me know if you would like to read this and if you would like to be added/removed from the taglist.

You bounced on your restless legs while taking a deep breath for like the hundredth time, trying to bring your racing heart beat down but to no avail. Somehow the last bit of your shift flew by in a blur and all you could think about was Henry’s words and the way he looked at you at the bar, inviting you to his room. Was he being serious or just messing with you when he overheard you and friend Jenny saying inappropriate things about him? According to Jenny his offer was sincere by the way he looked and winked at you when he left with his friends.

Either way you were going, you had to give it a go. When did the opportunity of a very handsome actor you’ve been obsessed with invited you to meet him in his hotel room?

The ping-sound of the elevator announcing you’ve reached the right floor brought you back to reality. Your steps were muffled by the thick and rich carpet underneath your black Allstars as you made you way through the long hallway.

Suddenly you felt a sliver of uncertainty and bit your lip. You didn’t got the chance to change your skinny jeans and black buttoned shirt after you finished your shift. All you’ve got was to quickly wash up at the sink in the work bathroom and put on some of the perfume you thankfully carried in your bag while Jenny spoke encouraging words to you and made you promise to report every single thing that would happen, no details left behind.

As the numbers on the doors you passed crept closer to the one which was written on the check you carried in your back-pocket you shook your head and arms to get the nerves out of your system. Besides the fact that this was a famous and super hot actor, it was nothing new. Just a hook up, nothing more. You. Got. This.

At the end of the hall your eyes caught the golden numbers on the off-white door which gleamed in the warm light of the hallway accompanied with the text ‘grand suite’. A smile tugged at your lips, ofcourse a grand suite why not?

Taking a deep breath while saying a silent prayer you gathered all your confidence and left all your insecurities behind you. Lifting your hand you knocked on the door twice and held your breath. It was quiet for a few seconds and then heard someone fiddling with the lock. Someone? It’s was Henry fucking Cavill but before you could let your nerves take the better of you again the door swung open and there he stood.

Holy shit. Even though you just saw him at the bar not even three hours ago you still were a bit overwhelmed by his imposing posture and features as he placed one hand on the doorpost and leaned in.

“Hi,” you breathed and couldn’t help yourself from giving him a big, beaming smile. His lips curled up into a broad smile too, revealing his two fangs as he answered.

“Hi there, Joanne,” his deep voice reached your ears which sent a shiver down your spine as he quickly looked you up and down.

“Please come in darling.” He pushed himself off the doorpost and held the door open. You sighed silently and tried not to let the word darling get to your head as you made your way into his room.

Well room was a bit of an understatement. This was indeed a grand suite. But like in grand grand. It was a whole freaking, luxurious apartment which reminded you a lot of the one of Mr. Grey in Fifty Shades of Grey. You couldn’t help but gape at the massive space where all the windows reached from floor to ceiling. There was this big kitchen island on your right accompanied by a large dinner table, in the middle of the room stood two creme-colored couches facing each other where on your left was a huge bed and a big detached bath which was placed next to the window overlooking the city at night.

Taking the room in again like this wasn’t real and it would all go up in smoke, you muttered under your breath. “Fuck me..”

“Say please.”

His lips brushed your ear as you felt the warmth of his broad body against your back causing goosebumps to break out all over your skin. You grinned and bit your lip as you turned around.

“Or what?” You dared and looked him straight in his eyes, standing so close you could see the brown streak in his left eye. Damn his eyes were even brighter blue than you remembered and savored the way he stared right back at you. A grin tugged at his lips as you heard a deep huff rolling from his chest, sending a warm sensation straight to your lower stomach.

“Or I guess you’re gonna find out the consequences when you insinuate these kind of inappropriate things,” he said while tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear and snaking his hand up at the back of your neck giving it a soft squeeze while he placed his other at your waist.

“Maybe I do like inappropriate things.”

“Also the consequences that come with it?”

“That too.”

His grip on your neck tightened as he pulled you flush to his hard chest so fast you hadn’t even had time to blink. The movement made your breath hitch in your throat as you felt his broad body brush yours, making the tips of your breasts peak against your bralette. A pulse of warm heath shot through your body.

“Even though I would like to teach you all about these consequences I wish to start by taking up on your offer,” he tilted your head back by slightly pulling on the roots your hair, his mouth so close to yours you could feel his warm breath caress your face. “Remember your offer, Joanne?”

His voice now deeper and huskier than before. A smirk appeared on your face as you placed your hands over his.

“I certainly do remember,” you answered and moved both your hands to the top of your buttoned shirt without leaving his gaze.

“Are you very attached to this?” He asked as he tugged on your shirt. But before you could answer him he ripped it open, buttons springing off and hitting the floor around your feet, revealing your black bralette underneath. You gasped as you looked down at the ripped fabric, his hands moved quickly, touching the bare skin off your waist. He just fucking ripped your shirt.

“Are you?” You retorted and before he could form a response you did the same. Quickly you grabbed his denim shirt and ripped it open, revealing his muscled chest as his buttons joined yours on the floor.

One of his brows rose as he looked at you in surprise, cocking his head. Clearly not expecting your action.

“Oh you did not..” He growled and the way he studied you sent tiny shivers to every part of your body. You swallowed and even though you could hardly contain yourself from letting your eyes roam over his godlike torso, you kept his gaze, challenging him.

Even though you had this massive crush on him and felt a bit starstruck at the bar when he spoke to you, you wanted to keep it cool, have a feeling of control but most of all have fun.

You shrugged casually, “I think I just did.”

A dark look swept over his face as he gripped your face with both hands, pulling you close. He wet his lips as his eyes darted to yours, leaning in so close you could almost feel them on yours. Though he was in control by holding your face in his hands it seemed like he was waiting for you. Was he silently asking your permission?

Gripping the collar of his ripped shirt you pulled him in, hungrily pressing your lips to his. His hands moved up, kneading the flesh of your ribcage while gently pushing you backwards towards the bed. A moan escaped his lips, it was such an erotic sound it made you shudder with desire, craving more of him.

As you took another step back you felt the edge of the bed and before Henry could push you onto the mattress you quickly hooked your other leg around him, clutched his shirt even more and turned the both of you around so he fell back onto the mattress. The same surprised expression adorned his face as you quickly straddled his legs, leaning over him so you could kiss him again.

Slowly you started to grind your hips into his, almost smiling into the kiss when you felt his unmistakable hardness press against you. You lost yourself in the kiss and the feeling of him against your pelvis that you hadn’t noticed that his hands slipped to your ass. He gave your ass a hard squeeze, snapping you out of your bubble.

Placing your hands on his hard pecs you leaned back panting and you couldn’t stop your lip from curling up as you took him in, shaking your head. Henry looked at you amused as he folded his hands behind his head, smirking at you.

“Like what you see, darling?” He purred and you bit your lip and didn’t stop yourself this time from letting your eyes roam shamelessly over his exposed chest and abs.

Oh sweet lord up above, he was even more beautiful than you could’ve dreamed off. You shook your head in disbelieve as your hands explored his chest. His muscles feeling like granite under your soft hands.

“My my.. I think even the Greek Gods would envy this sculptured body,” you muttered which caused him to bark out a laugh.

“Well I guess that makes you Venus,” he said and quickly sat up, now eye-height with your breasts. You grinned and let your hands glide to his shoulders, stripping him from the ripped fabric and bit your lip as you eyed his biceps and almost squealed.

Henry leaned forward, leaving soft sloppy kisses between your breasts while taking off your shirt. Your hands snaked into his brown curls and leaned back while enjoying the feel of his lips move across your sensitive skin. His warm hands moved over your back, drawing you in more while unclasping your bralette.

He hummed at the sight of your bare breasts and cupped them both while continuing his oral expedition on your skin. You shuddered underneath his touch and cried out when he flicked his tongue over you hardened tip.

“Ah fuck,” you moaned and closed your eyes, savoring the moment. His hands slipped to the back of your knees and he quickly got up. Your eyes shot open and you clung onto his neck as he switched positions so you were now lying on your back.

He kissed you quick on the lips, moving on to your neck and slowly descended while leaving kisses in his wake. You watched him move lower and lower, panting as your heart beat loudly in your chest, his hands roaming all over your body squeezing your touch starved skin. He moved further down and slid off the bed while his hands traced the shape of your legs, his hands curling around your ankle as he started to unlace your shoe while holding your gaze. When you reached for your other shoe he lifted your leg up so you fell backward onto your arms as he clicked his tongue at you.

“Tsk tsk, that was not the deal, Joanne,” a loose curl fell onto his forehead and you could swear that your heartbeat went straight throbbing between your legs. “I am going to take you apart piece by piece and if you disobey you will face the consequences you apparently are keen to learn.”

You whimpered at his words but laid back. He undid both of your shoes, followed by your socks and jeans, leaving you in nothing more but your black-laced panty. Thank the lord you decided to wear a matching set today even though the other half was already somewhere on the floor.

You watched every move closely and stared shamelessly as he kicked his own shoes and jeans off, leaving him in nothing but a black boxer briefs. Biting your lip you looked down and it was very clear that he was aroused.

He grinned and crawled back over you again. Bursts of pleasure pounced through your body when you felt his hot skin on yours and couldn’t help yourself when your hands flew back up into his hair and pulled him close to kiss his lips again. God, this man, you were addicted already.

He kissed you back, harder and with more hunger. One hand moved up to play with your left breast, making you arch your back into his touch, a moan slipping from your throat.

“Oh Henry!”

You felt his lip curl up into a smile as his lips brushed your ear. “There is still one piece I need to remove before I really gonna tear you apart.”

Not able to form a response at his words you shuddered, your body vibrating in anticipation as his hand snaked its way down over your stomach and dipping under your moist panties, cupping the sensitive part between your thighs.

A starved moan escaped your lips as you felt his big hand kneading the aching part of your body. Without a thought you started to grind into his touch, silently begging for more. When he dipped his fingers further he met your undeniable arousal and hissed.

“Joanne…” your name rolled over his lips, sounding so extremely lustful it almost felt like a sin. “There is no denying how bad you want this, am I right darling?”

“Yes!” you breathed, completely under his spell as he worked his fingers. Cupping you, stroking up and down as you writhe underneath his touch, his words echoing in your head. Just his words and few touches alone could make you come already.

Pleasure burned in your veins as you let your nails sink into his skin, receiving a growling response. You let one hand slide down over his mouthwatering chest, feeling the soft curls brushing the tips of your fingers as you reached for the straining bulge in his briefs.

Both of you gasped as you palmed his covered hardness. His eyes shot back to yours and you were lost at the look on his face. The oh so sexy loose curl fell back onto his forehead, his blue eyes darkened with desire as his mouth was slightly parted to release the panting breaths. He started to grind into your palm and you cried out as he suddenly pushed two digits in.

The two of you moved with and against each other, feeling the familiar tension built in your lower stomach with each stroke. Moans escaped the both of you as he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and enjoying your touch.

You increased the pressure of your palm and his eyes shot open, he growled and kissed you feverishly. Before you could comprehend he had you scooted further onto the bed, your head landing on the fluffy pillow as his hands clawed at your panties and yanked them down. The air escaped your lungs at the rough movement as he tossed the fabric across the room and laid down on his stomach.

He shot you an hungry look from between your legs, his eyes filled with desire as he clenched his jaw. He gripped your hips and your bare skin burned when he dragged you down over the mattress, his face now very close to the aching part between your legs.

Your eyes were blown wide, watching him as he continued his expedition of kisses on the inside of your thigh. Sighing at the feeling of his soft lips on your burning skin. Arching into his touch as he traveled up, moving closer and closer. And then he kissed the most sensitive part on the apex between your thighs, the sensation making you claw at the sheets under you and you couldn’t stop the moan which bubbled out of your throat.

The kisses were replaced by sucking, bites and licks as his hands massaged the curves of your stomach and legs. What started out soft turned now into harder and rougher movements, his need for you growing with every sound he drew from your lips and you felt the tension built inside you with each move he made.

He hummed when he felt your fingers clutch his curls, holding onto him as your pants and moans became louder. You writhe underneath him as he licked and sucked harder on the bundle of nerves. Legs started to tremble as he got you closer and closer.

“Oh my God! Henry, yes!” you yelped.

“Yes, darling? Are you close?”

“Holy fuck! Yes!”

“Then come for me Joanne,” he purred and held your quivering legs in a tight grip.

Your orgasm hit you then and it hit you so hard. Eyes falling shot, toes curling as you cried his name out in pleasure. He released the grip on your legs, stroking them gently as he pressed soft kisses on your delicate skin.

Your grip on his curls loosened as you came down from your high. You opened your eyes and saw him staring up at you while pressing a kiss on the inside of your thigh again.

“Oh God, please get over here,” you said hoarsely and supported yourself onto your elbows. “I want- no need you so badly right now.”

That was something you didn’t need to say twice. He snarled and quickly made his way up, hovering over you again as he pressed his body into yours. You shuddered as you felt his covered erection press into your stomach while you let your hands roam from his neck to his shoulders and biceps. He bowed down to catch your lips once again, tasting yourself as you kissed him eagerly. Lips parting so your tongues could meet. The smoldering sensation between your legs now burning furiously and you leaned back, holding his face between your palms.

“Do you have a condom?” You panted and watched as he closed his eyes for a moment, leaning into your touch while nodding slowly.

“Wait here,” he whispered and held your hand, pecking a kiss onto the inside of your palm. You swallowed at the gentle gesture as he moved to retrieve a condom. You watched the muscles in his back flex as he sat on the edge of the bed and got rid of his brief.

Quickly you moved behind him and trailed the muscles of his back while slanting into him. Leaning forward you kissed his neck, stroking his powerful pecs with your fingernails causing him to shiver. Your lip curled up and you traced the side of his neck, grazing the skin with your teeth as his sent filled your nose. Was there something about this man that wasn’t bloody amazing? His body, his voice, his scent, his touch, his c-

“If you keep on doing that I am afraid I will lose control,” he said restraint, “and I will not be held responsible for the consequences.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him ravaging you and to be honest, you wouldn’t give a damn at all.

“I thought you also wanted me to learn the consequences of having…” your hand trailed down over his solid abs and cupped his painfully hard member, “inappropriate manners.” You finished and bit his earlobe, retrieving a hiss from him.

“Even though I really enjoy your touch Joanne,” your heart fluttered at hearing your name again, “I’m currently craving another part of you,” his voice a deep rumble as he made quick work of rolling down the condom over his cock. He grasped your waist and threw you back onto the bed.

Your chest heaving as you gulped for air, trying to form a response and almost didn’t recognize your own voice. “What part is that?”

Those dark, delicious lustful eyes pierced yours as he hovered over you, completely covering your body with his as he nudged your legs apart with his knee. He kissed your neck, slowly moving up so his lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“This part,” he bit your earlobe while cupping your pulsing heat. You whimpered as the sensation sparked to every nerve ending in your body.

“Would you like that?” He asked and skimmed his nose over you cheek and leaned back so he could watch your face.

“Oh you have no idea how much I would like that,” you answered as you brought your hand up to your mouth. Henry watched every move and his nose flared when you spat into your hand and moved it between your bodies to his hard member, spreading your saliva over his tip.

A curse fell from his lips as you stroked him a few times. Your other hand moved to his back and tried to pull him in, the need for him drowning out your senses especially when you guided his hardness towards your entrance.

“Good,” he growled and moved his hips upward, sliding right into your slick opening. The both of you moaned as he slowly filled you up. My my… the feeling of him entering you… he was big, stretching you as he moved his hips gradually. You dug your nails deeper into the skin of his back, edging him on, wanting more of him. So overwhelmed you verbalized your thoughts.

“Please,” you panted while opening your eyes you hadn’t noticed had slipped shut, “please move,” you begged and a smug grin appeared on his face.

“There are those manners I am keen to hear.” Before you could reply he started to move, pulling back and plunging back in all the way to the hilt. You cried out as your nails dug even deeper into his skin, leaving small crescents for sure but you couldn’t care less.

You felt, heard and smelt him everywhere, soaking him in as he stretched you open. Dragging his hard cock against your velvet walls, moving along all the sensitive nerves and hitting that sweet spot. The tension in your core coiling up with each stroke.

Both of your grunts and moans filled the room as he picked up the pace. You wrapped your legs around him and dug your heels into his back, spurring him on as he took you deeper. Blood started to pound into your ears. Breath catching as you watched his handsome face. His brows furrowed and jaw clenched. His burning gaze moved from your face to your bouncing breasts and lower to the point where you two were connected.

You followed his gaze, seeing his abs flex with every thrust as his big cock moved in and out, in and out.

“Ah fuck Joanne,” he growled, “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”

Euphoria raged through your veins. Damn this was so hot. He was so hot.

Whimpering was the only response you could give. Not able to form words as the wave of ecstasy washed over you. You cried out his name again while clutching onto him, scraping your nails across his back. Toes curling as you drowned in bliss. He followed you just a second after, pounding you into the mattress and cursed as he came.

His thrusts slowly stilled. Feeling his weight press into you and shuddered as his sweat covered chest brushed your peaked nipples. He rested his forehead against yours as you both catched your breath.

You enjoyed the weight of his broad body, his breath fanning over your face and almost whined when he lifted his head.

“Gods, that was amazing. You are amazing.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his tender words. “I can definitely say the same about you,” you reached out to brush the loose curl out of his eye and blinked a few times, almost in disbelieve, he was so fucking gorgeous.

“I am really glad you took upon my offer, you know?”

He hummed as his lips curled up, “So am I,” he responded and slowly moved back, placing a soft kiss onto your lips.

“But,” he started and slowly moved out of you, causing you to whimper at the loss as he held the edge of the condom so it wouldn’t slip off. “There are still some lessons about consequences I would like to indulge. Guess we have to save them for later.”

He got up and went to the bathroom to discard the condom. You watched him and took in his bare body, eyes roaming over the muscles of his back, his squeezable butt and those amazing, thick thighs.

You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling boneless as the aftershock of your orgasms coursed through your body and feeling very content at the moment.

“Here,” you heard his voice and opened your eyes as you felt the mattress dip under his weight. He held out a glass of water which you happily took and gulped down which caused him to snicker.

“Thirsty?”

“Oh, you have no idea…”

“Mmm,”

He took the empty glass from you and placed it onto the nightstand beside the bed and joined you. Laying on his side, propped up on his elbow, hand supporting his head as you felt his piercing blue gaze on you. You mirrored his actions and couldn’t stop your hand from reaching for the loose curl again. Taking a deep sigh as your eyes roamed over his face, scanning the brown streak in his left eye and the sharp contour of his jaw.

“You’re beautiful,” you whispered as your finger trailed over his jawline and flicking your thumb over his lip. His chest heaved and shuddered as he closed his eyes, enjoying your soft touch.

Swiping over his lip once again you leaned forward. Craving the feeling of his soft lips on yours. The kiss was soft and gentle as you felt his warm hand slip over the curve of your hip. Digging his fingertips into the soft flesh and pulling you in.

Leaning back you focused on his warm hand stroking up and down your side, skin breaking out in goosebumps where his hand trailed.

“Come here,” he murmured and pulled you in closer flush to his body as he guided your head onto his chest. The soft curls brushed your face as his warm hand kept moving up and down. Suddenly exhaustion crept in and you slowly started to nod off. Humming content you closed your eyes and savored the moment and his touch. Just a few seconds, you said to yourself. Then you would get up, get dressed and get out.

You felt how he wrapped the big, heavy blanked over the two of you and turned off the lights.

“Mmm,” you muttered and lifted your head slightly. “If you keep doing that I will fall asleep.”

“And that would be a bad thing?” He asked and you grinned.

“It would be inappropriate.”

He chuckled and you felt his torso vibrate against yours. “Well it happens that I too like inappropriate things.” A smile tugged at your lips and you had a hard time fighting your heavy eyelids.

“Just relax Joanne,” he whispered, “let’s enjoy this, please.” That was one of the last things you heard and felt him press a kiss on top of your head. And before you dozed off you heard one final whisper.

“You’re beautiful.”

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elliesgaymachete · 1 year

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The small subtle Bering and wells interactions….Myka’s little smirk when she says “the jury’s still out”….Helena saluting Myka then turning around and making a face like oh god why did I do that…..Myka breaking the lock with a dumbbell and Helena looking impressed…..Joanne Kelly and Jaime Murray really put their whole pussies into this shit

#wh13 rewatch #bering and wells

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ace-of-pussy · 3 days

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JK Rowling’s funeral will be beautiful.

The cameras, the faceless attendees, the press swarming outside the gates. The touching notes left by her followers, thanking her for building their childhoods. The radfems mourning the loss of their god.

The grey-faced family and friends, escorted out of the gates by countless bodyguards, hounded by journalists and flashing light that illuminates all of the little details in their hand-woven black clothes.

Every stitch, every seam, there on display. Every tear, every bloodshot eye for the world to see.

But then They come. After the last stragglers of the funeral have left, whether it be hours or days, We will arrive.

Black combat boots and worn Converse, crop tops and baggy jumpers, ripped jeans and tartan skirts.

We will find our way in, jumping fences and picking locks, weaving through the neglected stones of others until we reach the corner that she bought for herself.

Her gravestone is inscribed and decorated, at least twice as big as the others in the graveyard.

We read it aloud.

“Mr. and Mrs.Dursley of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. Thank you Joanne, for making our childhoods.”

We laugh. The angel over the grave, hands clasped in prayer, neck and wings strung with scarves of red, yellow, green, blue seems to smile with us.

We take the books first. Most of them are signed copies. They will make our kindling. The scarves and cloaks are too polyester-stuffed and mass produced for that.

We burn the books, dancing and laughing in the dying light, mocking her denial of the burnings back in the 40s.

The pictures are next. Portraits of her, posing elegantly, smiling gracefully. The kind face that hides bigotry and disgust at fellow human beings.

We burn them. Their ashes fuel our crazed laughter.

We celebrate our childhoods. We celebrate the world, the magical, fantasy world she crafted for us. We do not celebrate her. We celebrate her soon to be deleted Twitter account, after one last mournful post about how incredible she was.

We shall mock it, tomorrow. But tonight we celebrate.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 month

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Annoyed Series

Yeosang

Pairing- Yeosang x Named Reader

Word count- 887 Words

Includes- Everything is consensual, established relationship, argument, semi public sex, bathroom sex, counter sex, fluff

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"You were dancing with her!", she shouts at me

She's so loud I can hear her over the music in the club

"No I wasn't!", I insist, "I was coming to you and she went in front of me. I was walking around her when she grabbed me"

She was by the bathroom and I was making my way there and I had to cut through the dance floor

"Yeah sure", she snorts

"Joanne, c'mon", I snap, getting annoyed, "I got away as fast as I could"

"Didn't look like it", she snarls, "I saw your stupid smile you gave her. I saw the way you leaned into her before you walked away"

"Oh my god no!", I scowl

Ok, maybe I smiled

But the girl was hot

Nothing compared to my jagi but I have eyes

Doesn't mean anything

"Yes you did!"

"So what if I smiled? It doesn't mean anything!", I exclaim

I'm not prepared for the hurt in her face but I should have since I said something so stupid

She nods once, then starts to walk past me

"Where are you going?"

"To smile at some guy", she snaps, "Since it's no big deal"

What?

She walks away as her words sink in and I immediately go after her

Grabbing her hand, I turn her back to me, glaring at her in disbelief

"You're not doing anything like that!", I shout, my heart pounding

She can't

"Fuck off Yeosang", she snaps, pulling her arm

I narrow my eyes, pulling her with me into the single bathroom

"What the fuck are you doing?", she growls as I lock the door

"You're fucking mine!", I shout, moving right to her

Her eyes widen, before narrowing, "You're fucking mine!"

"I damn well am!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!", I roar

The next thing I know, her hands are on my shirt, pulling me to her, her lips against mine in a searing kiss

Kissing her back, I pick her up and sit her on the sink counter

She undoes my button up shirt, her small hands all over my chest, sending fire to every nerve

I move my hands under her skirt, peeling her panties off as she undoes my jeans

Getting everything down, I slide her to the edge of the counter, pushing my cock inside her tight wet cunt

She moans in my mouth as I split her open around my length, her pussy sucking me at the same time

I bottom out, both of us crying out in pleasure, her cunt throbbing wonderfully around my cock

"Fuck me Yeo", she murmurs between kisses

Not a problem

Holding her hips, I slide out, then thrust back in hard, fucking her wide open

Her arms move around my neck, her hands in my hair, body against mine as I pound into her sweet cunt, bliss blinding me

It's so good, too good

We fit perfectly together, no room to spare, my head constantly smashing her spot

She moans loudly, her legs wrapping around my waist, my hands sliding up her body, to her boobs

Squeezing them she whimpers and I break the kiss only to press my lips to her neck right where I know she loves

Her pussy is so wet, making it easier for me to slide in and hit her spot

Pulling her dress down, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking desperately as I fuck into her welcoming pussy

"Yeosang!", she cries, her hole crushing my cock in a death grip as she gets closer and closer

I move harder, wanting to feel the utter pleasure of her orgasm

"Yeosang!", she screams at the next thrust, her pussy clenching around my cock as she cums

Ecstasy slams in my body, blinding me as her cunt sucks me in

I moan her name around her nipple as I sheath my length inside her, shooting my cum into her milking cunt

My god, it feels phenomenal

Sex with my jagi is like nothing I ever felt before

It's pure utter pleasure

When it's over, I move out of her, then pull her to me, hugging her tightly

"You're mine", I whisper

"You're mine" she answers

I nod, lifting my head, looking in her eyes

"I love you", I finally tell her

Her eyes widen in surprise

I don't know why she's surprised

Of course I love her

She makes me feel like I've never felt before, she makes me do things I've never done, change things I never thought about changing

She's my everything and I'll do absolutely anything for her

"That's why that girl doesn't matter. Because I love you. I only see you, no one else. No one compares to you, no one matters to me but you. You are all I want, now tomorrow, forever"

She smiles softly, running her fingers in my hair, "I love you Yeosang"

I smile as happiness bursts in my body, "Yeah?"

She nods, "It's why I was upset seeing you with that girl"

I shake my head, "I swear it was nothing jagi. No one can take me from you"

She nods, "Ok. But no more smiles at other girls"

I laugh, "I promise baby"

"Ok"

"Ok", I nod, "I love you"

"I love you", she whispers, then pulls me into a kiss full of love

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