#what a wonderful moment for me 🍑

[raamitsu]

my fav part in ep 16 😚

#thank you junichi suwabe for your irresistible voice 💓 #and also to shinichiro miki 😭🙌🏼 #funny how i was watching my favourite BLEACH characters encountering in JJK verse 🤣 #what a wonderful moment for me 🍑 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jogo #ryomen sukuna #kusakabe atsuya #panda #anime

[quietblissxx]

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#i wish i knew how to let go #when it's late at night and i feel so alone you're the one I want to talk to #and i can't. even when you're in my life for the moment I'll never be able to just reach out to you anytime i want and that sucks. #and the inconsistency is killing me. it's literally what i signed up for but its so brutal having you in the outskirts of my life. #i wish i knew how to stop picking at an open wound #i want to heal i want to move on but every time you come back it's like the sun is out again and how can i walk away from that #personal #🍑 #it's 1am and i have spent too much time thinking about you and wondering if you're thinking about me

[twola]

Congratulations on the 1k followers 🥳🎉 it is so deserved. As your requests are open I wondered if you would be interested in writing a follow up to "In The French Way", with either Arthur giving or receiving? Your pick! It's my firm belief that Arthur is an ass man and I would love to see more of that in fics.

Thank you for you continued service to cowboy horniness 🫡

Ask and ye shall receive, my dear @readingcoco 🍑

In the French Way II

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

➵ Fic Masterlist ➵ AO3 Link ➵ Previous

cw: anal sex, cowboy giving.

Skin to skin, he’s so warm pressed against your back in the bed, his hips instantly pressing forward into yours, the long line of his cock flush against your ass. 

The morning light trickles through the curtained windows, the street outside slowly coming to life with the sounds of city life - horses and people and the ring of the trolley bell a few blocks away.

But here, locked away in the temporary sanctuary the two of you have built, the idea of leaving bed is far from anyone’s mind.

Arthur takes a greedy handful of your rear, spreading you and pressing his cock to settle between your cheeks, rolling his hips forward. He suckles on your earlobe as his hands roam all over your body.

The sheets have been kicked fully off the bed and crumbled on the floor, unneeded in the humid, warm Lemoyne night. Besides, the two of you had thoroughly stained them after many rounds last night.

“Can I-...” he trails off, one hand still firmly on your hip. 

You roll your hips backward, along his cock, rubbing yourself against him, “Can you what?” you breathe out, enjoying the press of him against your rear.

Arthur groans as you slide yourself up and down his cock, seemingly losing the power of speech for a moment. 

“Can you what, Arthur?”

He surges forward, pressing the length of him against you completely, and whispers into your ear as he squeezes your hip hard.

“Can I have y’ here?”

A roll of his hips for effect. He withdraws his cock from its place against you and his hand trails down from your hip, making you gasp aloud as he slides a finger to press against puckered skin, not too hard- not delving inside, but enough to prove a point.

“I- I ain’t never done that… taken a cock….” You stutter but have to admit to yourself that you crave more of this touch, as he runs his finger up and down the skin around your rear opening in a way reminiscent of you and him last night, when he accepted your touches that bled into accepting you in his body.

“I’ll be gentle. You was gentle with me - let me return the favor.”

You’re panting as the pad of his finger rubs, up and down, the puckered skin so sensitive that it makes you shiver and your cunt wetter.

“Al-alright.” You stammer, but he does not make any moves to press forward.

“Only if you want to, sweetheart.” Arthur removes his hand, skimming it over your hip again, gentle and calming, “ ‘only if it’ll make you feel good.”

You pause, biting your tongue as your cunt clenches around nothing, wanting him to return his hand to where it was. 

“Let’s try.”

Arthur leans closer and nibbles at your earlobe as he groans, a full-throated rumble from his chest. He presses his cock against your ass hard, slipping lengthwise between your cheeks without assistance from his hand.

His hand moves forward from your hip, snaking between your thighs to your cunt. You uncontrollably open your legs for him, mewling as he strokes your damp skin.

“Gonna have you come for me first.”

Arthur finds the bundle of nerves and gently rubs at it, you gasp as you press back against him, your head tipping backward against his shoulder with his ministrations.

It’s several minutes like that - you feel like you could drown and he increases the tempo to make you a quivering, sobbing mess by the time he moves his fingers down and gently presses two of them inside your cunt. You come immediately, shaking, gasping, moaning against him as he kisses up and down your neck.

By the time you can catch your breath, he pulls his hand from you gently, unwinding himself from the embrace he had you in to roll out of bed, stepping over discarded clothing to get to his satchel, rifling through it as you turn around in bed.

“What’re you doin’?” You ask breathily.

“Gettin’ somethin’ to make it easier.” He grunts back at you as you admire his naked form, his pale skin usually hidden by his clothes, the scars and marks that tell his story.

He drops the satchel back to the floor when he finds what he is looking for, turning back to the bed. You cannot help but smile when you see his cock jutting out from his pelvis, rigid and hard for you.

Arthur slides back into the bed next to you and starts prying off the lid of the small tin he obtained.

“What’s that?” You ask, peering down at it.

“ ‘s a balm. Now c’mon girl, turn around and lemme make you feel good.”

One large hand clamps on your hip and pushes you to turn around again, facing away from him.

He rubs the balm, warm between his fingers, against your skin, and you gasp as the slippery substance is spread around the puckered skin of your opening. He plays with you for a few moments, and you try to swallow back mewls of pleasure before he slips his pointer finger inside, gently, slowly breaching the ring of muscle at your opening. You shiver as he slides his finger deeper, all the way to the knuckle, circling within you slowly.

“Y’okay?”

“Mhm.” You mumble, your teeth sinking into your lower lip. You press your hips backward to take his finger deeper. He kisses down your neck to the curve of where it meets your shoulder.

He groans as he sinks a second finger into you, you shudder at the stretch. After several moments of gentle thrusting, he nips at your earlobe before pulling his fingers from you.

You peer back over your shoulder to see him slathering his hard cock with the balm, pumping it as his skin shines glossy in the morning light. He turns over to lay against your back.

Arthur guides his cock against your opening and gently presses the tip into you, his hand leaves his length and immediately searches for yours as he throws his arm over your waist.  He finds it and interlaces your fingers as he kisses the back of your neck as you try to relax yourself.

He presses forward, the first inch of him entering you through the tight ring of muscle, which spasms slightly at the intrusion. You gasp as his cockhead becomes sheathed within you, stretching you out.

“Okay?”

You shake your head, unable to make a sound, as you squeeze your fingers between his hard. Yes, it hurts, actually, it burns, but in a way that leaves you wanting, aching for more. He carves a space out for himself that no man has been before.

He slides in another inch. Christ, you could swear you feel protruding veins on his shaft you’re so tight and sensitive around him. 

He’s about halfway in when he wrests the arm underneath you past the curve of your waist, moving his hand to cup upward toward your pelvis, immediately pressing it between your thighs, seeking out your clit to rub against it. You cannot help but moan aloud before catching yourself as he strokes the little nub of your pleasure. As your cunt clenches around nothing, you press backward to take more of him in, leaving him gasping as he catches on and pushes forward, your rear meeting his pelvis as he’s fully sheathed within you. The ring of muscle stretched by his cock quivers delightfully, overpowering the dulling ache in your hips.

Arthur nips at your earlobe again, rubbing slowly at your clit, “God, you’re so tight.” He groans while trying to stay still, “Everythin’ I am not to spill in ya right now.”

“Yeah?” You sigh breathily, your body grows used to him, the pain and burning fading away against the lovely sensation of being full and warm. You squeeze the hand still interlaced with his. A moan escapes you as a spasm in your stretched muscle makes you clench down on him, your whole body shivering as he groans against the clutching.

“Yeah,” he breathes, pulsing his hips gently back and forth, testing you, and you moan receptively.

He growls in your ear as he starts to rock back and forth from a slow, gentle undulation, “Wanna spend inside you- let me, agh, let me this time, darlin’.”

An enticing concept, and your cunt clenches needily as you imagine him letting go inside of you, something he won’t normally do.

“Yes,” you rasp as he starts to slowly thrust his cock back and forth into your ass, “Come inside me.”

He groans in response, picking up speed. Slick sounds of skin slapping on skin fill the air in the tent as he leans his upper body over you and finds your lips as you turn your head toward him. His large, warm hand continues to grope at the apex of your thighs, clit throbbing as he presses his middle finger against it.

You whine into his mouth, loudly, as he fully fucks your ass, and you can feel his rigid shaft throbbing within you, his responding groan telling you he’s close too. With each movement of his cock, the slick, soft skin of him rubs delightfully against the puckered ring at your opening - an overwhelming feeling in its own right. His finger circling your clit sends you down that road of no return.

And at once, he thrusts his hips forward hard, burying himself as deep as he can go, and abruptly sheathes two fingers deep within your cunt, and you come almost immediately, clenching tightly around him. He grunts as you nearly scream into his mouth, his cock twitching within your ass as he jets his hot load within you. You dig your nails into the hand you hold and he squeezes hard in return.

You both come down slowly, panting, and he removes his fingers from you and moves to draw gentle circles on your hip before slowly retracting his cock, a small moan escaping your mouth as he leaves you, his warm spend dribbling out from your quivering, used hole.

Arthur leans over and kisses your cheek softly, “You alrigh’?”

You smile as you nuzzle yourself back into his embrace. “Mhm,” you say with a satisfied sigh.

“Y’may not want to ride today.” He curls into you, chuckling lightly.

You snort under your breath, quite aware of the ache in your hips and rear. 

“Is that your way of sayin’ we’ll be here another day?”

#arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead fanfic #twolafic #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan x reader #red dead smut #twola1k #prompt request

[keirawantstocry]

so uh, Hi it I 💋anon. Firstly, i feel you dont understand just How Much I Enjoy Your Writing, ofc i mentioned it to a friend (also im borderline Feral about it) . Secondly, eeeeeeeeeee very good writing very cool omg omg omg Kisses for You.

So to uh deal with/celebrate tubbo coming back Wrong, mayhaps tubbo going like, extremo with possessive shit? Like, barely letting them out of his sight (or just Not letting them out of sight, no matter what(that may be too stalkerish to be comfy to write tho so 乁⁠|⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠|⁠ㄏ)) If theyre going somewhere hes Coming With. once again no real plot just Vibes srry.

(as Thoughts cause i have to say it Somewhere, I feel like Fit would handcuff ppl to something in the house to keep em there when Extremely extremely possessive)

hope youre having a good day :>

(also-🍓🍒🍎🍉🍑🍊🥭🍋🍐🥝🫐🍇)

EEEEEEEEEE got me smiling and kicking my feet im so honored you mentioned it to a friend and that you’re so feral <33333 i would absolutely love to write tubbo being a crazy freak for you!! (he would. i love the idea of fitpacbo all being crazy protective with each other) *mwah*

Pac had a fair amount of experiences with crazy men. He would be the first one to admit that, to admit that if he was being completely honest he liked it. The craze in the men’s eyes and their utter desperation for him. Some might call him a bit of an attention whore but he thought he deserved it. He was quite pretty after all. 

He felt the man before he saw him. Eyes trained on his back, trailing all over his body. Even without being able to see where they were coming from, something deep inside him recognized them as a safe gaze, a protecting one. 

Fit talked to him before he saw him either. It was a vague comment about feeling like he had been watched lately. 

Pac perked up. “Excuse me?”

Fit shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. I can take care of myself.” 

“Nao, nao, it’s not that. I’ve also felt eyes on me lately.” 

Fit immediately turned defensive, going into protective mode. “What? Fuck, no, I’m sticking with you from now on.” 

Pac shook his head lightly. “Nao, don’t worry about it, Fitch. I think… I think it’s good.” 

It took a lot of talking but eventually Fit gave in and let him go off by himself. The gaze was back, the burning heat trailing over his body. There was something addictive about being watched so closely, feeling that gaze stick to his skin like glue. In the back of his mind, he acknowledged that he was a bit of a freak. But he couldn’t bring himself to care when he finally caught a glimpse of Tubbo out of the corner of his eye. 

A knowing smile stretched across his face. 

He continued to let Tubbo watch. And watch he did. Every moment of every day, he was lurking silently in the shadows. After a few days of seeing poor Fit panic over the lack of knowledge, Pac told him what he had seen. Concern was the first emotion he felt. He wondered if Fit was going to approach Tubbo about what he had been doing. But he didn’t. 

He stared at Pac for a long moment. “I’m fine with that,” he said slowly and Pac grinned. 

“You like ‘em a little dangerous like me Fitchie?” 

Fit’s silence spoke wonders. 

Yeah he fucking liked them a little dangerous. 

#qsmp #my writing #fanfiction #poly morning crew #q!tubbo #q!pac #fitpacbo #q!fit #💋 anon

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Twilight Fic List

🖤= tw:dark content

🍑= smut

📚= series/multi-part

💌= requested

Love Song For A Vampire (Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader) 📚

It couldn't be possible. There just had to be some mistake. A werewolf couldn't possibly imprint on a vampire. . . right?

Strange Magic (slight Edward Cullen x Reader)

Edward couldn't quite place his finger on it, but there was something different about the stranger that sat in his living room. One thing was her wonderful scent, the other was that he couldn't read her mind.

Centuries Ago (slight Edward Cullen x Reader)

Those were the moments that scared you the most. Not when you became bloodthirsty, but when you began to forget about details of your human life. You had nearly forgotten how your mother had looked. But you kept the image of Edward branded into your mind. How were you supposed to find him if you forgot what he looked like?

Xanny (Jasper Hale x Reader)

You didn't need any medication. Not when you had Jasper to take the edge off of things.

listen before i go (Edward Cullen x Sister!Reader) 🖤

For once in your life you wished your brother was able to hear your thoughts. You wished he would truly listen.

In the Dead of Night (Edward Cullen x Swan!Reader) 💌

Gone was the sand of Arizona as was the blazing sun that had you feeling uncomfortable in your own skin. Little love would be lost from leaving Arizona. That was something you and Bella could agree on.

Progenitor (Jasper Hale x Vampire!Reader) 💌

"Tell me another story, cowboy." You impishly grin over to the man laying next to you. Your mate. 

Darlin’, Darlin’ (Jacob Black x Swan!Reader) 🍑💌

You weren't looking forward to the wedding but your mother called and pestered you enough to where you just gave up and sent in your RSVP despite your reservations. It wasn't that you didn't like Bella, you just never liked the idea of marriage. Your mom had failed at several before. In the end you always wondered what the point of it all was. 

Jasper Taking You On a Nature Walk HC 💌

Can't Escape the Nightmares (Jasper Hale x Reader/platonic!Rosalie x Reader) 💌🖤

Of course the one night Jasper decides to join his brothers on a hunting trip is the night you experience your reoccurring nightmares.

Prom Shopping with Rosalie HC 💌

Gift Shopping for Jasper's Birthday (ft. Rosalie) 💌

Platonic Bath with Jasper HC 💌

Ichor (Edward Cullen x human!reader)(Edward Cullen x vampire!Bella Swan)💌

There was no warmth of life to Bella, not anymore. Edward had fought against Bella's desire to be like him, an immortal. With her warmth went that oh so sweet honeysuckle scent of her singer blood. He missed nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and listening to her blood coarse through her veins. Everything was cold and hard and unwelcoming now that she was like the rest of the Cullens.

Cradle (Jasper Hale x Reader/platonic!Rosalie x Reader)🖤

It was hard for you to be outside. Not after what happened. And with the Cullen house surrounded by a sea of towering trees. . . It was difficult for you to even step onto the wrap around porch. Everything about the outside reminded you of that day in the woods.

Magnet (Edward Cullen x Vampire!Reader/ Edward Cullen x Bella Swan/ implied!Jacob Black x Bella Swan)💌

Your dinner lay still on the bed next to you. Nutrients drained from it. Usually you tried not to make a mess when you ate. Tonight, unfortunately, took a different tone.

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #twilight fandom #twilight fanfiction #the twilight saga #twilight saga #twilight x reader

[late-to-the-party-81]

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Thank you @metalbvcky. NPT for @mrs-illyrian-baby @doasyoudesireandlive @km-ffluv @labella420

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

As a teen I was a voracious reader and tried to write my own stuff based on other books I'd read. I also loved ST:TNG and wanted dearly to be in an episode and had lots of the books. I wrote my own ST stories with OC's (gratuitous self inserts), but they never went anywhere. In my late teens I read some Xena fanfic on the internet. But that was it for a great number of years.

At the beginning of 2021 I sat and watched the entirety of the MCU films in chronological order (I'd seen most of them before and was mainly a Thor gal.) I fell down the Stucky rabbithole. Deep. I decided to look up fanfic. AO3 was now a thing! I wrote (a very poor) Stucky fic and here we are, almost 3 years later

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

As my ST stuff never made it further than my parent's old PC in the days of dial-up, I won't count it.

I've written for MCU, various Chris Evans and Seb Stan Characters and one fic for RWRB. I've been toying with writing a one-off Criminal Minds fic as a gift for a friend.

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

Three in July since I first published anything on AO3.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I try to balance it out. If I have a period of hyperfocus writing I try to then go through a period of reading. I read on both Tumblr and AO3, so try to keep that even as well.

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

Getting betas to pick me up on tense changes, overuse of words and rogue commas. Reading more. Practising. Writing outlines for longer stories so I don't go off-piste.

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

Getting bored half-way through a long fic, especially if the first few parts haven't had a lot of interaction. Which is why I try to write the whole thing before I start posting.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Engineering courses at MIT and, for a separate fic, Violet wands, including the ways to use them and the differnt types of accessories you can use with them. I even watched a Youtube video.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Any comment! Anything that gives me the validation I need!

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I wrote a transformation into Tsum-tsum fic that was both cracky and smutty. That's pretty niche.

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Action scenes. I loathe them. I'm constantly wondering if they are long enough, and make sense.

🍏What is the easiest type?

Short things that are either PWP or fluffy slices of life.

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Mainly on my elderly laptop on G-Docs, and in every moment I can - normally afterwork before dinner and on Mondays when I don't have work.

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

There are a few characters and ships I haven't written that I'd like to. And I suppose I'd like to write a proper long, over 100k fic at some point.

🍇 what made you choose your username?

When I made my AO3 account I felt as though that at 40, and only really starting in Fandom in this way, I was late to the party, so that is who I became.

#tag games #getting to know you #jen answers

[swiftllama]

February Compliments ☀️🔍

[Compliments Masterlist]

And we’re back! Not a lot of compliments for February but still a few so hope this will still be a fun read for you guys 😊

So let’s get into it!

February 2024

Is This Video Offensive?

So in this Flashback they reacted to the classic Molester Moon sketch 🌚 We only got one little compliment in this video but I thought I would still include it :-

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They’re introducing the video dressed as moons and give each other a fist bump and saying how they’re ‘ordinary guys’.

Ian: “Anyway, um,” *turns to Anthony* “You look good.”

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Another little moment I wanted to include which I just found silly :-

[talking about the pandora’s boxes that were opened with the creation of certain emojis]

Anthony: “The peach emoji…”

Ian: “Yeah, yeah, for real.”

Anthony: “The eggplant emoji.”

Ian: “Or do you think the creator was like, ‘let’s make it look a little bit like an ass’.”

Anthony: [laughs] “It’s a little bit like a huge, purple dong.”

Ian: “Dong.”

Anthony: “Yeah, I don’t know, honestly, it makes me wonder if they did know because it’s too perfectly ass-shaped. Right? I feel like it’s more ass-shaped than a peach. Peaches are not that perfectly ass-shaped.”

Ian: “I don’t know, bro.”

Anthony: “You seen some pretty good looking peaches?”

Ian: “I’ve seen some pretty tantalising peaches in my day.”

Anthony: [swallows] “Oh yeah? Do you want me to call you by my name?”

Ian: [in a low voice] “I could eat a peach for hours.”

👀 who doesn’t love Ian and Anthony flirting with each other 🤭🍑

What’s Wrong With This Soup? (Culinary Crimes)

So the boys went on Courtney’s new show and it did not disappoint with giving us some complimentary bestie moments :-

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Courtney: “So the theme of this episode is foods that are vegan, gluten free, with some other twists as well.”

Ian: “So a lot of nuts, I presume.”

Anthony: “Besties with testes.”

Ian: “We are besties with testes, so.”

Silly but still quite cute, can never resist them calling each other besties even when it involves testes 😅

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[First recipe they are given is soup]

Ian: “I have recently became a soup boy.”

Anthony: “Yeah.”

Courtney: “You have become a soup boy. That’s why I put you on this case.”

Ian: “Oh, is that right? Yes.”

Anthony: “I have been a good soup boy’s assistant.”

Ian: “Yeah.”

Anthony: “Ian invited me over. I was a little assistant, we made some soup.”

Ian: “We made soup together.”

Anthony: “It was really good.”

WHAT?! THEY MADE SOUP TOGETHER! IAN INVITED HIM OVER AND THEY MADE SOUP TOGETHER!!! ANTHONY WAS HIS SOUP ASSISTANT!!! 😭…. Sorry, screaming over. But that is the cutest thing ever! So after the whole moment in January where Ian dashed many of our fantasies of them making soup together, it ended up actually happening and I am one happy girl knowing it did 😊

Making Of “Would You Push This Button?”

So the BTS of the Would You Push This Button? sketch provided us with a couple moments :-

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Not a compliment or anything but you know, gotta include the high-fives.

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Now this other moment is complimentary but the dialogue isn’t that important so I’m just going to give a run down of what is happening :-

[Anthony filming Ian sitting recording voice audio that no longer is getting used for the main video. Ian rambles on about how only members get to hear it and how we’re getting it for free, but not really free cause we paid for membership, and how this audio was originally meant to be used as a Shut Up! intro but it wasn’t that funny, all while Ian is saying this you can hear Anthony laughing behind the camera]

Just another example of the fact that Ian is the funniest person to Anthony ☺️

Would You Push This Button? & MrBeast Copycat Watch Party

Of course to go along with the Would You Push This Button? sketch we also got the watch party livestream, along with them reacting to the previous sketch MrBeast Copycats Have Gone Too Far that they had missed.

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[Earlier in the video Ian guesses that Apollo 17 was the last time humans set foot on the moon]

Ian: [reads chat comment] “Oh, I was right with Apollo 17.”

Anthony: “Damn! How did you know Apollo 17?”

Ian: “Just a good guess, I guess.”

Wee compliment from Anthony 😊

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Chat comment: ‘What’s the latest soup Ian’s learned to make?’

Ian: “The last one that I learned to make was the African Peanut Stew.”

Anthony: “Oh yeah, that one sounds so good.”

Ian: “So good.”

Anthony: “I was like is that shit vegan?”

Ian: “It was so good- yeah, yeah, it’s vegan.”

Anthony: “Yeah, we got to make that one. We got to make that one next.”

Aw, soup boy’s assistant is wanting to get back in the kitchen with him 🥹

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[Boys do a quiz to find out which Bratz doll they are]

Q: ‘What is a personal flaw that your friends accept you for?’

Anthony: “Probably shy and awkward. That’s true.”

Erin: “Do you agree, Ian?”

Anthony: [looks at Ian] “Do you accept me for that?”

Ian: “I accept you for that.”

Anthony: “Okay, thank you.”

Just a cute little one 😝

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[Ian taking the quiz]

Q: ‘Pick a fashion icon’

Ian: “I think I’m a Bianca Jagger.”

Anthony: “Sure. That feels right.”

Another little compliment from Anthony cause why not ✨

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Q: ‘What’s your favourite relic from the 2000s?’

Ian: “I’m going to do [sings] being young, carefree and stupid.”

Anthony: “That was mine too.”

#twinning #justbestiethings

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Q: ‘Which y2k fragrance did you have/would you have on your vanity tray?’

Ian: “I am definitely Princess by Vera Wang.”

Anthony: “Yep. That sounds right.”

Just Anthony agreeing that Ian is a princess 👑

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Ian: [on the personal flaw question] “I feel like I’m all of these things.”

Anthony: “You’re a drama queen…”

Ian: “I think my honesty can be harsh. I think- actually I can’t be wild.”

Anthony: “You’ve been wild.”

Ian: “I am a drama queen.”

Anthony: “When are you a drama queen?”

Ian: “I feel like I can be a catty little bitch sometimes.”

Anthony: “But that’s not a drama queen.”

Ian: “Like I love drama. Like whenever I hear that there’s a problem I’m like [rubs hands together] ‘alright, let’s go’.”

Anthony: “Yeah, but I feel like drama queens are also like in the drama.”

Erin: “He’s a little dramatic.”

Anthony: “Is he in the drama though?”

Erin: “I would say so.”

Ian: [laughs]

Anthony: “I feel like he observes it and talks about it.”

Ian: “Sometimes I can be the drama. No, I don’t think I’m- I love hearing other people’s drama…”

Anthony: “Yeah.”

Ian: “But I feel like sometimes my honesty can be harsh.”

Anthony: “Sure, sure.”

Ian: “Sometimes I, you know, like sometimes there’s things that just don’t need to be said.”

Anthony: [laughs] “And you used to have no filter.”

Ian: “Sometimes I say it, I think I’ve gotten a little bit better, where I’ll be like, ‘I- never mind’.”

Anthony: “Yeah, yeah. I accept you for it.”

Ian: “Okay.”

Anthony: “I’ve grown to accept it. I used to be very sensitive.”

Love how this started off as something silly but turned into a genuine compliment by the end of it.

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[Ian gets Jade as his answer]

Ian: [reading answer description] “…bold and thinks outside of the box or just someone who’s wild at heart.”

Anthony: “I could see wild at heart.”

Just a little mini compliment from Anthony there

…

Anthony: [reads chat comment and laughs] “Why is Ian on such a high from getting Jade over Anthony getting Jade?” [Anthony really wanted Jade as his answer as the crew said that’s who he was like]

Ian: Umm, I just didn’t think I was cool, man.”

Anthony: “Dude, you’re cool, Ian.” [pats chest] “You gotta have a little confidence, man.”

A double compliment from Anthony in this little section, you love to see it!

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[reacting to the MrBeast sketch]

Anthony: “Yeah, that one was good. Your Mr Beast character, you fucking killed it, man. And going into the horror mode at the end [of the video] was great.”

It’s been a very heavy Anthony complimenting Ian livestream as you can probably tell 😅 not that I’m complaining!

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[reacting to the Button sketch]

Ian: [talking about his Mormon character’s wig] “Wow, the blonde really brings out my eyes.”

Anthony: “Yeah, it looks really good.”

We do know Anthony loves Ian’s blue eyes 😉

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[Ian dressed as a woman in the sketch]

Anthony: “Your lipstick is poppin’!”

Just another complimentary moment I wanted to include 😄

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Chat comment: ‘Ian plays the mother so well it’s scary’

Ian: “That’s because I am mother.”

Anthony: “Ian is mother.”

👀 Okay, Anthony…

And that was it for this livestream!

Making Of “Grimace: Where Is He Now?”

The BTS of the Grimace: Where Is He Now? sketch gave us a couple little moments, not necessarily compliments, but wanted to include them nonetheless :-

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First was this moment where Ian and Anthony are looking at each other through a door covered with fake police tape and they reach through and touch each other’s hands.

(As usual sorry for the terrible gif quality, I tried 🫣)

But yeah, thought this was cute so wanted to make it part of this post 😊

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And the other moment I wanted to include was as they were doing the outro to the video :-

Anthony: “Why do we need a fog machine when we have…”

[both Ian and Anthony blow out of their mouths so you can see their breath in the cold air]

Ian: “Wow, I don’t know if that looked cool on camera but…”

Anthony: “Felt cool.”

And then of course, gotta include one of their signature moves…

The high-five!

There’s A Werewolf Among Us…

So the boys joined in on this Games video along with Courtney, Arasha, Spencer, Chanse and Trevor where they played Werewolf, in which one person is the werewolf and they have kill off other players without being discovered.

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[Arasha brings up how she used to play it when it was called Mafia and the others joke around saying that it’s no longer called that because it’s offensive to Italian-Americans]

Courtney: “Angela actually held up a sign in the front of the building, she was like - ‘Please stop’.”

Ian: “Yeah, she picketed us.”

Anthony: “She’s on strike for the day.”

Ian: [laughs] “She’s on strike.”

Love when the shoe is on the other foot and it’s Ian finding Anthony funny, always very cute ☺️

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[Everyone saying they think it’s Ian]

Chanse: “I was gonna say, I think I thought it was Anthony, but I’ve changed my mind.”

Ian: “Well, I mean, I would say I trust you two [Anthony and Chanse] ‘cause you didn’t immediately just go along with it. If you were the werewolf you would have immediately just motioned to vote because you’re like, yeah, let’s kill another villager.”

Trevor: “Or maybe they’re trying to hide it…”

Ian: “No.”

Trevor: “Because they already had someone second it. So why would they jump immediately?”

Ian: “Right, but they would need to be to jump in.”

Anthony: “Or maybe there’s no information to even go off of in the first round.”

Chanse: “I nominate Ian.”

Trevor: “Yeah. Vote time?”

Spencer: “Unfortunately, Ian.”

Ian: “All right, I’m just…”

Spencer: “You have made your case.”

Ian: “Okay, all right.”

Spencer: “And it’s vote time.”

Ian: “I think Anthony’s safe. I don’t trust anyone else.”

It’s sweet how Ian says Anthony’s the only one he trusts here as everyone besides Anthony is saying they think Ian is the werewolf. It’s also doubly sweet when you think about the fact that Anthony actually was the werewolf this round and yet, he was the only one Ian trusted 🥺

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[Arasha making her case for the werewolf not to kill her]

Anthony: “Why are you giving werewolf tips?”

Courtney: “She’s plugging all the holes.”

Ian: [puts hands up] “I am nominating Arasha [as the werewolf].”

Anthony: [puts hand up] “I am nominating Arasha as well.”

I love when they just follow what each other’s doing 😌

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[Anthony’s character dies]

Trevor: [going to raise his hand but backing down and everyone asking what he was going to say] “I just wanted to do it again. I was gonna do it again, where I just make a blatant accusation for no reason.”

Courtney: “It is good, though, for the plot.”

Chanse: “It starts shit.”

Trevor: [puts hand up] “All right, I think it’s Ian.”

Courtney: “The werewolf?”

Trevor: “Yeah.”

Spencer: “All right, does anyone wanna second that?”

Ian: “I think that’s a terrible decision.”

Trevor: “No, not necessarily nominating, I just would like to, you know, cast some doubt upon his character.”

Spencer: “Gosh darn.”

Courtney: “Yeah.” [points at Ian] “You like wolves!”

Ian: “I don’t like wolves.”

Trevor: “You would kill Anthony.”

Ian: [makes a sad/unhappy face]

Trevor: “You would. You hater.”

Ian: “What do you mean I would kill Anthony?”

Trevor: “You’re trying to, like oh, I would never kill my best friend. Oooh.”

Ian: “I never-”

Chanse: “He’s trying to start shit.”

Courtney: [laughing]

Trevor: “See? See? Ian’s like, ooh, they won’t think it’s me because I would never kill my best friend.”

Ian: “This guy talks too much.”

Anthony: [laughs]

Loved this moment, especially how not happy Ian was with the accusation that he would kill Anthony, even in a game. And of course can never resist when it’s brought up that they’re best friends. Also loved how Anthony didn’t say anything and only laughed at what Ian said - the bestie-ism was shining through! 👯‍♂️

And that was it for this video!

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With that, that brings us to end of the compliments for February 2024! A shorter one as I said but hope you all still enjoyed 😊

Thanks for reading and I shall see you next time! 🫶

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“Only Girl”

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(Part two of “Georgia”)

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It was a Friday night at Fortune, and Georgia was feeling off. She was up on stage, looking for the man who had been enjoying her company in the backrooms every couple of nights for the past few weeks - but he wasn't there. Her heart cracked in her chest when her eyes didn't connect with his moss-colored ones as she searched the crowd, and she couldn't help but wonder if he would ever show again.

Once she finished her set, she rushed off the stage in frustration. She had still performed well, but her mind just wasn't in it - not when she had guilt nagging in the pit of her stomach.

Harry usually came to see her every Tuesday and Friday, sometimes Saturday as well if he was free. It had been this way for almost a month now, and every single time she felt like they were getting closer to each other. They shared more touches, and sometimes Georgia would be laid back on the couch - legs draped over Harry's lap as he massaged her feet. She would try to return the favor by offering to give him a back massage, but Harry would never let her.

He never expected anything in return from her.

She thought that all those years ago, with that dreadful married man, was when she had felt the most comfortable at Fortune. That was until Harry came along, and she realized that she wasn't sure if she had ever felt more comfortable around a man, other than her grandfather, in her life.

Georgia had a few relationships throughout highschool, but nothing serious at all. While taking care of her grandmother, she didn't have time to date anyone, so it wasn't like she was having any type of interaction with men then either.

It didn't take her long to realize just how different Harry was overall. He was so gentle with her, and always made sure that she was comfortable when taking another step - whether it be digging a little more into her personal life, or allowing himself to caress her a little more than usual. All of their touches so far had been friendly, sometimes a little flirty, but nothing had ventured into the sexual territory.

Their perfect, little genuine bubble ended up bursting the past Tuesday night, and Georgia had no one to blame but herself.

It was nearing the end of their time while they both finished up their cocktails when Harry turned to look into Georgia's eyes. The moments where their eyes connected had started to take her breath away every single time - no matter how much Georgia tried to fight those feelings.

"Do you enjoy working here?" Harry asked, bringing the hand not holding his glass up to toy with his bottom lip.

"Of course I do," Georgia responded with a shrug, taking the last sip of her drink. "I make a lot of money here, which means that I don't ever have to worry about going without anything. Cass takes good care of me, and he cares. Most girls who do the same thing that I do at other clubs aren't as fortunate."

"I understand that you make good money, but are you happy? Like actually happy?"

Georgia's eyebrows narrowed as he spoke, and she let out a short laugh. "What is this? What are you getting at?"

"I hope you're not getting the wrong idea, Georgia, I was just asking if-"

"No, I get what you're asking," she stated harshly as she stood up, clutching the rocks glass in her hand. "You think I'm some woman who needs to be saved? That I'm working here against my will, or that I don't know how to properly leave without consequences? That's not the case at all, Harry, and now I guess I'm realizing why you've been spending so much time with me. You should tone down your savior complex."

Georgia didn't give him any time to answer as she walked out of her backroom and down the hall. She was so flustered, and it was taking everything in her not to throw her glass at the wall knowing that she'd find satisfaction in watching how the pieces would shatter.

It wasn't until she arrived back at her apartment that night that she realized how much she had fucked up by jumping to conclusions when it came to Harry's question. She was soaking herself in a hot bath with a cold glass of bourbon resting against her forehead as she shut her eyes, replaying the broken look on Harry's face before she had left the room. It pained her to think that she had hurt him, and she was worried that would be the last time she ever saw him.

So tonight when Georgia didn't see Harry in the crowd, she knew it was the end. She had ruined it all, and now she had to deal with the consequences.

How wrong Georgia was though.

Harry had unfortunately gotten out of work late tonight, which caused him to get home and freshen up and eat even later than usual. These events had him missing both of Georgia's sets. He had entered through the front doors just as he saw the beautiful woman strutting off the stage, and he could tell by the way she was carrying herself that something was wrong.

He was set on making up for what happened Tuesday - his apology already rehearsed in his head. Making his way over to the bar, he ordered his usual. A vodka tonic. As he was waiting for his drink to be made, he saw Cass speaking with a gentleman towards the corner on the floor. The man turned his head towards the bar, pointing towards Georgia's bucket, before facing Cass once again. He saw an exchange of money, and Harry swallowed harshly.

It was clear that he was booking Georgia for the backrooms, and by the amount of money he had handed Cass, it looked like he was going to be taking up her time for the whole night.

Once the man had walked away, and Cass had started towards the backstage area, Harry quickly caught his elbow. "I'll pay double what he's paid to have her in her backroom tonight," he spat out quickly, eyes pleading for him to agree.

Cass looked at him with wide eyes before looking around a bit. He tilted his head towards the corner of the bar where they would be slightly hidden behind a wall, and Harry started to follow him in that direction. Once they were covered, Cass let out a sigh. "He hasn't paid for a backroom dance, Harry. He's paid to have her over at the hotel."

"I'm sorry, the hotel?" Harry asked, not understanding what he was talking about.

"I own the hotel next door, and I set aside two specific rooms every night for men here who would like to pay extra to take one of the girls over there. It's all consensual, and only the girls who are in agreement with it are the ones that are booked. Georgia doesn't do it quite often, but he's paying a hefty amount of money," Cass explained.

Harry swallowed harshly, the image of Georgia underneath the other man flashing through his mind. He quickly downed a few sips of his drink before focusing back on Cass. "I still stand by my offer. I'll give you double."

To say that Cass was shocked would be an understatement. "You don't even know how much he was willing to pay to begin with."

"Don't care," Harry clenched his teeth, shaking his head. "How much?"

When Cass uttered the price the other man was paying, he didn't hesitate to bring his wad of cash out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket. He paid him exactly double, raising his eyebrows as he placed it in the palm of Cass' hand. "Georgia said you care, and that you can be trusted. Is that true? You're not just going to take my money and run?"

"Not at all. You're one of my best paying customers, and I wouldn't betray you in that way," Cass said honestly. "Let me go give him his money back, and I'll just tell him that she declined. I'll grab the key and bring it back to you before letting Georgia know she's been requested over at the hotel."

Harry watched as Cass shoved his money into his pocket and walked around the wall that had been disguising them. It was only a few moments later that he returned, dropping a key with a keychain on it into Harry's hand. "The room number is on the keychain, just make sure you leave it unlocked for her, okay?"

"Yeah, of course. I just head over there now?"

Cass nodded. "I'll go check on her, and I'll send her your way."

Licking over his bottom lip, Harry quickly finished his drink and paid before doing just as Cass said. He entered the hotel next door and went up to the appropriate floor before entering the room. Picking up the phone, he called room service and requested a bottle of Buffalo Trace Bourbon with two glasses, wanting to make sure that Georgia had what she wanted to drink. He would forgo his own preference tonight just to make sure she was happy and comfortable.

There was a knock at the door a few moments later, and he wasn't sure if it was going to be Georgia or the bottle he ordered, but he figured it was the latter given Cass told him to leave it unlocked for Georgia. Upon answering the door, he saw that he was right - taking a bucket of ice, two glasses, and the liquor bottle from the woman who had brought it up. He set everything down on top of the dresser before plopping down into the armchair in the corner.

He was wondering if he had made the right move by ultimately deciding this was the way to see Georgia again after Tuesday, but he wanted to apologize, and he wasn't sure if she would see him otherwise.

Running his tongue along his top teeth, he lifted his hands to twirl his rings around his fingers as he stared at the wall. This could either go the way he wanted, or it could go so poorly, and this would be the end of him seeing Georgia.

Sweet Georgia.

The woman that he's found invading all spaces in his mind. He thoroughly enjoyed the company they had these past few weeks, and he felt like there may have been something further there, but he blew it. He knew what happened between them was his fault. He just wanted to apologize and make it right - even if that meant his apology being the last thing he spoke to her.

Georgia stood outside of the hotel room door as she tried to get herself together. Cass had made it clear to her that someone had paid practically a fortune (no pun intended) for her presence in this room tonight, and given the state of her mind these past few days, she knew that she had to snap out of it to turn on her sweetest 'southern charm'. Staring down at her hands, she fumbled her fingers together for a bit before working up the confidence to twist the door handle in front of her.

Her eyes were still glued to her feet as she walked inside and closed the door behind her - the small hallway keeping her from seeing Harry sitting in the chair in the corner. Walking forward, she slowly lifted her head, but stopped once she saw who was waiting for her.

As much as she tried to not let it bother her, she felt her heart sink when she knew it was Harry waiting for her in this room. She didn't think that this was what he wanted from her, and now she thought that this whole time he was just trying to soften her to get whatever he wanted.

Their eyes connected, with a slight fire, but also regret coiling within both sets of them.

Georgia rolled her shoulders back while sucking in a deep breath as she pushed further into the room, heading right towards Harry. Her hands met the hem of her yellow sundress, gripping it as she pulled it up and over her head - tossing it to the side. Harry's eyes widened as she stepped closer to him.

Tears were threatening to make their way into Georgia's waterline, but she pulled them back as she tried her best to put on her usual scenario.

"Well, we're here now, aren't we?" Georgia asked as she approached him completely, standing between his legs as her hand reached around to unclasp her peach bra with a blank expression.

"Georgia," Harry said quickly, reaching out to stop the movements, but he didn't touch her. "I-I don't want that. I just want your company."

Georgia dropped her hands by her side, shaking her head. "So what do you expect from me?"

"Honey, you know this - I just want to talk. I like talking to you."

Suddenly feeling awkward in her lingerie, Georgia's eyes dropped to the floor as she searched for her dress. She grabbed it and tugged it back on before plopping down on the end of the king sized bed in the room. This all felt so different from her back room, and Georgia had never felt so small when it came to this kind of environment. She was always supposed to be intimate in here, and the fact that Harry wasn't looking for that had her confused as to what was going to happen.

Harry continued to sit in the chair, Georgia's body slightly angled towards him as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. This felt even worse than their first encounter, and he didn't know what to make of it.

After a moment of clarity, he pushed him out of the chair and walked towards the dresser where he had placed the bottle of bourbon. "Drink?"

Georgia lifted her head to see the bottle, and she had to will down the urge to smile. "Please."

Harry didn't hide his smile as he realized this was the first time she was letting him pour a drink for her. He opened the ice bucket to scoop ice into both rocks glasses before pouring the caramel colored liquor. Bottom lip tucked between his teeth, he sat down next to her, but still kept his distance as he wasn't sure how she felt about them being so close again.

He extended her glass, and Georgia looked over at him as she took it. "Thank you."

The ice clinking against their glasses was the only noise in the room for a while before Harry lightly coughed, deciding to speak up. "I need to tell you that I'm sorry for what I asked you on Tuesday," he sighed, shaking his head as he looked down at his lap. "It's a little silly, but I've just found myself looking out for you, and I wanted to make sure you were okay with what you were doing. And I fucking know it's probably a savior complex, but overall it's obvious that you can handle yourself, Georgia. I've known that this entire time."

Georgia closed her eyes at Harry's words, doing her best to process them before speaking. Her body almost seemed to turn towards him on its own, and she reached a hand out - placing it on his knee. "I should be apologizing to you, Harry," she stated. "The guilt has been eating away at me because I realized I overreacted - big time. Deep down I knew you were just asking because you care, and not because you feel like you have to sweep me off my feet and take me away. I just know how so many scenarios pan out, but we're...we're different."

Harry's eyes were trained on Georgia's hand around his knee, and heat spread throughout his body at the fact that she was touching him again - that she felt comfortable touching him again. "It was still wrong, and I'm sorry."

A few more seconds passed before Georgia tried to find something else to talk about. She caught sight of the liquor bottle again, and a true smile crossed her lips. "So you got me my bourbon?"

As much as he tried to fight it, Harry couldn't hold back the small chuckle that passed his lips as he looked to Georgia again - feeling her hand tighten on his knee as he did. "I wanted to have what you liked in here. I knew you liked Buffalo Trace."

"I can't believe you paid that much attention," she giggled, a toothy grin on her face. "You're really something else, you know that?"

"I hope that's a good thing."

"It's the best thing," she whispered, eyes darting all over his face.

There was something there. They both knew it, but both of them were so scared for almost the same reasons, but still different. Georgia was afraid this was her same situation as before - being talked up just to be let down. Harry knew that at the end of the day he was paying for all of this, and he wasn't sure if that was Georgia's motive for how much she sweet talked him. Ultimately they both knew deep down that their connection was real, but that didn't stop those nagging voices dwelling in the background.

"Do you forgive me, sweet Georgia?" Harry's eyes pleaded with her, and she almost gasped at the use of the nickname. Even though it wasn't her real name, he still found a way to make it special. "Can't handle the thought of you being upset with me."

Georgia slowly moved her hand away from his knee to cup his cheek - only the second time she had done this. The other time was their first time in her backroom. "I forgive you, Harry babe."

Harry almost shuddered at the use of her nickname again. He kept his eyes on hers as she slowly moved forward - knocking the tip of her nose against his. "Do you forgive me?" Georgia crooned.

"Nothing to forgive you for," he breathed, his ring cladded hand hesitantly reaching out, but then eventually making full contact with Georgia's hip. "Did nothing wrong."

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she felt Harry's thumb caressing her hip bone, feeling the need for more contact, but holding herself back. "If you say so."

"I do."

She wouldn't openly admit it, but Harry's growing confidence had her trembling during every meeting. "Can I be honest about something?"

"Anything," Harry squeezed her hip softly.

"I-I," Georgia trembled for a second before clearing her throat. "I don't have a southern accent."

Harry's eyebrows raised as he heard the change in her voice, the accent gone, resembling a very neutral American accent. "What?"

"Yeah, Cass had me start using it for clients, but this is my real voice - my real accent. Whatever you want to call it," she shrugged. "He wanted to make me their 'southern belle'."

Georgia bit down on her bottom lip, pulling her hands down from using air quotes as she spoke, and she waited for Harry's response. She watched as he gave her the most gentle smirk. "You sound adorable with the accent, but I prefer your real voice much better. Suits you so much more, Georgia"

Her mouth opened on impulse, about to spill her real name, but Georgia reeled herself in. As much as Harry made her feel unlike any other, she knew she still had to be careful. "Yeah? You're sure the illusion isn't broken?"

Harry chuckled, moving his hand down from her hip to rest on the outside of her thigh. "Not at all - drawing me in a little more, honey. I feel like you're letting me see you right now."

He was right. Georgia had never revealed that her accent wasn't real before. It almost startled her that even though she wasn't letting him know her name, she was still letting a new part of herself show to someone fairly new.

"It's late," Harry commented, running his nose along her cheekbone for just a moment before pulling back again. "Do you usually stay the night in these rooms?"

"Sometimes, but it's typically rare," she shrugged, goosebumps coating her skin just from Harry's contact. "But even if I do stay, it's not...comforting. Like we're on separate sides of the bed - we won't touch anymore."

"Well, would you want to stay the night with me?" Harry was hesitant in his request, but he hoped that Georgia knew that he didn't mean to take things any further. He just wanted her close. 

"But we're not-"

"I know we're not doing anything, and I'm still completely okay with that. If you'd like to stay you can. If you want to go, you can also go," Harry moved his hand from Georgia's thigh to the nape of her neck. "Whatever you want to do, sweetheart."

"I'll stay," Georgia nodded, and she watched as the most boyish smile spread across Harry's face - the pad of his thumb ghosting over her jawline.

"Okay, yeah, uhm-" Harry stood up, shrugging off his suit jacket after putting his drink on the dresser. "I wasn't really expecting to stay anywhere for the night, so I don't have anything else to wear..."

Georgia's eyes stayed on Harry as she watched him undo the belt in the loops of his trousers while kicking off his shoes. "Oh, well, that's okay. I can just sleep in-"

"You're not sleeping in that," he interrupted. "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, but I'll just sleep in my underwear, and I'll lend you my shirt."

Harry quickly unbuttoned the deep red button up he had on underneath his black suit jacket. He shrugged it off his shoulders before extending it to Georgia, but she couldn't even focus on that. Her mouth gaped as she saw the tattoos covering Harry's arms and his abdomen, never seeing this much of him before.

"Oh," she muttered almost under her breath as she took the shirt from Harry, but her eyes didn't stray from his abdomen. "Thank you."

It was almost like he was oblivious to Georgia's eyes on him, and in truth he was. Harry often forgot about all the ink adorning his skin, so he didn't even think twice that stripping himself of his clothes would reveal more than just regular anatomy.

"Are you okay if I take off my pants?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side. "I didn't even ask."

"Oh yeah, mhm," Georgia hummed as she stood from the bed.

She set her glass down on the dresser next to his before walking into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror to try and process everything, she removed her dress with her bra following not too long after.

Georgia grabbed one of the makeup wipes they kept in here, removing everything that helped to hide her freckles, and the tiniest acne scars before she put on Harry's shirt. She did the buttons up right to the middle of her sternum - only the littlest bit of the swells of her breasts showing.

Once she exited the bathroom, every light but the lamp near the bed was off, and Harry was already tucked into bed - scrolling through his phone. As soon as she saw Georgia, he smiled and locked his phone before carelessly tossing it onto the nightstand.

"I like seeing you in my clothes," he blurted out before thinking.

Georgia blushed furiously as she tugged on the hem of his shirt that hit her right around mid-thigh. "Well thank you for lending it to me."

She grabbed their glasses from the dresser, seeing as Harry had forgotten to get this, before she crawled into bed next to him. Due to her not knowing just how comfortable he would be with her getting closer to him, she kept a bit of distance between them.

"This is a nice bed," Harry commented as he took his glass from her once she extended it to him. "Big, and 's comfy." His bed at home was bigger, but he was still impressed that beds of this size were in a hotel room such as this. The hotel wasn't dingy by any means, but it was definitely out dated.

"The two rooms Cass rents out have king beds in them, which I guess is nice for the men who don't really want any contact with the women outside of what they're truly paying for."

They held each other's eyes as they each took a sip of their drink, and Georgia was sure she had never felt so vulnerable in one of these rooms in her life.

"If you're not comfortable with me sleeping in the bed with you, I don't mind sleeping on the floor," Harry offered when he realized that he didn't even ask if she'd be okay with them sharing the bed.

"No, no," Georgia shook her head, moving closer to Harry - their thighs knocking together underneath the covers. "I don't want you to sleep on the floor."

Harry sucked in a deep breath before finishing off his drink, Georgia doing the same shortly after. He placed their empty glasses onto the nightstand, tugging on the chain on the lamp to darken the room.

As they both laid down and tried to get comfortable, mumbling 'sorry's' if they accidentally hit one of their feet against the other's leg, or if a hand bumped into an arm, Georgia could feel her stomach fluttering. She wasn't sure if Harry wanted to hold her any closer. He had made it obvious that he wasn't looking to try anything, and she didn't want him to get the wrong idea if she asked for him to cuddle - even just the slightest bit.

"Georgia," she smiled as she heard Harry's voice behind her, and she lifted her head to peek at him over her shoulder. He was barely illuminated by the moonlight coming in through the window, but she could still make out his sculpted features. "Do you want to get closer?"

This happened to them often in their time together, as if they were on the same wavelength, and reading each other's mind.

"If you're comfortable with that, I wouldn't mind."

It was only a second later that she felt Harry's hand on her hip, and he gave it a small pat. Georgia took it upon herself to turn around to face him completely, snuggling herself right into his bare chest. They were now practically sharing a pillow, but her ear was resting against his bicep while Harry ran his fingertips up and down her spine through the material of his shirt.

Biting down on her bottom lip, Georgia made another move by slotting her leg between both of his - finding that they fit together so perfectly. She didn't move it any higher, just letting it rest between his thighs as she lifted her hand to drape it against his ribs.

"I want to kiss you," Harry confessed, and he heard a small gasp of surprise leave Georgia's mouth at his words. "But I don't want you to get the wrong impression of me, and I paid for you tonight. It doesn't feel right doing that when I've paid for it."

"A lot of men have paid for me to do that with them, Harry. It's not uncommon for me."

"Every guy kisses you in these rooms?" Harry's voice was soft as he asked.

"No, I only kiss them if they initiate it. If they don't, then I don't," she shrugged as she moved her hand from Harry's ribs to brush at the one of his curls that had fallen over his forehead.

When she went to move her hand back down, Harry quickly caught her wrist, holding it loosely in his palm as Georgia's eyes widened. Her eyes were trained on his lips as he brought them down to press kisses against each of her fingertips, but his eyes were on her face.

His lips were so soft against her skin, and she felt goosebumps pricking all over her body.

"You can kiss me if you want," she whispered, and Harry paused his movements.

It took him a minute before he pulled her hand away from his face, pressing it against his bare sternum instead with his over top of it. "I don't want to - not like this."

"What if I'm asking you to?"

Georgia gave it a few seconds before wiggling her hand out from underneath his, cupping the side of his neck as she watched him capture his bottom lip between his teeth. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she lifted her thumb, using the pad of it to release his bottom lip from its hold.

"Kiss me, Harry," she requested again, her voice tender and filled with yearning.

Harry was dealing with a war within himself. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to do it more than anything, but it felt wrong when he had paid for her to be with him tonight. And that was also the thing. He had paid. He didn't want it to be true that she was doing all this because of that, but he had to keep reminding himself of that factor.

He did his best to make out her eyes in the dark room as he felt her thumb now smoothing over his cheekbone, and what he found in return was the most genuine look he had received from her thus far.

Deciding to push the voices in his mind away, he moved both of his hands to cradle her jaw - tilting her head back slightly to give him more access. "You want me to kiss you?"

Nodding, Georgia dropped her own hands to wrap around Harry's wrists, fingers tightening slightly in anticipation. "Yes."

The moment that they felt their lips against each other's, Harry having dipped his head down to finally connect them, they both felt out of breath almost immediately. The sensation was overwhelming, and Georgia came to the realization that she had never been kissed like this before in her life.

Harry's lips were moving so fluidly against hers, and after a few seconds, the couple opened their mouths slightly at the same time to deepen it. Their tongues found each other blindly, rolling them together as Harry sighed heavily through his nose.

Tipping her head back even further, Harry slowly moved his body forward to where Georgia was now flat on back - head against the pillows as he situated himself between her legs. He pulled his lips away from hers as he began to kiss down her neck while her heaving panting filled the room.

"So beautiful, Georgia," he mumbled against her jawline once he had worked his way back up. He could feel her fingers tangling into his curls, the other on his bicep, as she hooked her knee up against one of his hips. "I'm not going to go any further, okay? But if you want to continue what we've been doing, we can."

"I-I would like that," Georgia practically gasped as she felt Harry's lips against the column of her throat now, moving along to the other side of her neck. His hands slowly glided over her sides, just slightly bunching up his shirt that covered her torso. She arched her back into him, and Harry groaned when he felt her hard nipples against his bare chest through the material of the shirt adorning her torso.

Harry's teeth nipped at the hinge of her jaw before kissing the corner of her lips. "Harry," she breathed, and that was all it took for him to connect their mouths once again.

Their tongues found each other quicker this time, and Georgia tugged at his hair as she moved her other leg up to lock at his hip as well. She found herself growing so dizzy from the kiss, the feeling of it all taking over her entire body to the point where her movements against his mouth grew sloppy. Harry's tongue continued to lap at the roof of her mouth, and she let out the softest moan.

They continued making out like teenagers until they were back on their sides. From there, they kept sharing small pecks, feeling over each other's bodies, but still not invading any unknown territories, until they fell asleep with swollen lips.

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The next morning Georgia stirred in the sheets, stretching her legs before she realized she had all the room in the world to do so. She lifted her head while reaching her arm out to come to the conclusion that she was in the bed by herself. Shooting up quickly, she ran her hand through the side of her hair as she felt the cold air from the room over her chest. She looked down and saw her shirt had shifted - one of her breasts fully out. The door to the room clicked just as Georgia pulled the material to completely cover herself once more, and Harry rounded the corner of the small hallway with a tray of food in his hands.

"Oh, you're up," he said with a small smile as he made his way back over to the bed.

He set the tray down carefully, and Georgia moved over a bit to give him room to sit down. The sides of their arms and their thighs were pressed together as he got everything situated. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I just decided to get a little bit of everything."

Georgia's heart fluttered at the sweet gesture, and she leaned over without even realizing it - allowing one hand to cup Harry's cheek as her lips pressed against the other. "Thank you."

Harry's skin flushed, and he moved one of his hands out to rub up and down her side. "You're welcome."

They made small talk as they ate, and neither one of them could remember the last time they had eaten breakfast with someone. It was nice, regardless of Georgia not being the biggest morning person. Her eyes had flickered over to the clock at one point, and she saw it was just a bit past nine. She figured Harry was used to getting up early due to his job.

Once they were finished eating, they laid back against the propped up pillows. Georgia was turned slightly on her side with the sheets still covering her legs while holding a coffee mug in both hands. Harry had one hand behind his head on the headboard, and the other was resting gently on Georgia's thigh.

"I have a few errands that I need to run this morning, and then I have to stop by my office. I'm not trying to rush us, but I really should get going," he told her, but he hoped that his eyes conveyed that he really didn't want this to end.

"Oh yeah, sure," Georgia said with a nod, finishing up her coffee quickly. She placed the mug on the tray and climbed out of bed - Harry's hand slipping from her body.

Harry watched as she moved around the room before disappearing into the bathroom to change. Biting down on his bottom lip, he ran a hand through his curls as he laid on the bed in just his dress pants from the night before. He was falling for this woman, he knew that to be true. She was kind, gentle, not to mention so beautiful. He hoped that what happened last night meant as much to her as it did to him.

It didn't take long for Georgia to come back out the bathroom with her dress back on and Harry's shirt neatly folded in her arms. She walked over to the bed and held it out in her palms for him. "Thank you again for letting me wear it last night, and for letting me stay."

"Of course, thank you for agreeing to stay."

He stood from the bed and slipped the shirt back on before draping his suit jacket over his arm, not bothering with putting it on properly. Once they had both put on their shoes, they walked out of the room - Harry's hand on the small of her back as they did so. He turned the key in at the desk, and then they stepped out onto the street.

Georgia turned to look up at him with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

"Can I drive you home?" Harry asked, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only if you feel comfortable with me doing so, of course."

Raising her brows, she stared up at the gorgeous man in front of her - almost breathless at the sight of him in the sunlight for the first time. Golden flakes shimmered in his jade colored eyes, and the sun kissed his olive skin just right. She was almost in a daze just being in his presence, let alone making some sort of contact with him.

"Okay, I'd like that," she agreed with a nod.

Harry smiled wide as he took her petite hand in his, lacing their fingers together as they crossed the street to head back towards the parking lot at Fortune. He fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car, helping Georgia into the passenger seat before rounding to his side. As they pulled out onto the road after Georgia entered her address into the GPS, he cracked the windows slightly to let the cool summer air breeze through the car. It wasn't too hot considering it was still before ten o'clock.

"You can play whatever you'd like," Harry offered while gesturing to his radio.

Georgia gave him a quiet 'thank you' as she reached forward, browsing through his preset SiriusXM stations. She eventually settled on '90's on 9', and Harry looked over to her with a small smirk.

"Are you a sucker for 90's music too?"

Fiddling with her fingers in her lap, Georgia nodded as she peeked over at Harry. "I really am. To be honest, I didn't listen to it a lot as a child. I was mostly listening to 60's and 70's music because of my grandparents. It wasn't until middle school until I actually started discovering 90's music. You should've seen the look on people's faces when they would play certain songs and they realized it was my first time hearing them."

"Were you close with your grandparents?"

Harry's question bounced around the car for a bit while Georgia made the decision on whether or not to share more personal information about herself, but she decided that after the night they had, and the fact he was now taking her home, this bit of information seemed safe to share.

"Yeah, I was," Georgia smiled wide as she thought about the both of them. "They raised me, actually. I never knew my parents. Well, they were my parents, through and through, but my biological ones, you know? I don't care to know them either - I never have."

Pursing his lips to the side, Harry tapped his thumb against the steering wheel as he focused on the road ahead. He wanted to ask more, but he also knew that Georgia wasn't one to be super open, so he took what she gave. He lifted his free hand for a moment, almost hesitating before reaching over to place it on the inside of Georgia's thigh, just above her knee.

Georgia felt her skin grow warm at the touch, and she looked down at the contact before dancing her fingertips along the back of his hand. "Can I ask about how you grew up?"

"Yeah, of course," Harry cleared his throat before continuing to speak. "Just my dad and I. My mom left when I was...four, maybe five? It's a bit foggy. I don't remember her, and like you, I don't care to. If she didn't want to know me - I don't want to know her."

There was a new comfort that surrounded the both of them. An understanding that they had truly never felt with anyone else. Georgia curled her fingers around Harry's, her other hand reaching out to run her fingers up and down the skin of his forearm that he had exposed when he rolled up his sleeves before driving.

His car pulled up to her complex shortly, and she looked over at him after unbuckling her seatbelt. "Thank you for last night, and this morning," she said, trying to hide how big she wanted to smile so she didn't seem so overeager. "I had a really, really nice time."

"Me too," Harry replied as he cupped her cheek, his hand so large against her face that he was able to run his thumb along her temple. "Again, thank you for choosing to stay, and for letting me drive you home."

"I'm glad I agreed," she giggled softly, causing Harry to smile wide - his dimples popping full force.

"Can I ask you something?"

Georgia hummed, nodding into his palm. "Of course," she breathed without even thinking.

"I have a work party to go to tonight, and I know Saturday night is really big for you, but do you think you'd be able to come? I really want you there...with me," Harry spoke quickly, as if she would cut him off at any moment.

Eyebrows raised, she stared back at him with parted lips. She couldn't believe that he would want her to go with him to a function like that. Most men wanted to hide her way. She was a secret - a flaw, if you will. It wasn't like men to want to have her on their arm where other people could see.

"I'm sorry, me?"

Harry chuckled softly as he leaned forward, but keeping a bit of distance between their faces with his hand occupying her cheek still. "Yes, sweetheart, you."

Georgia almost couldn't find the words to answer him. She was stunned.

"Uhm, yeah, I bet Cass will let me have the night off. I've never called out before. I'll just explain that something came up," she nodded, raising her hand to cup his forearm that connected to the hand on her face - running her palm up and down his smooth and inked skin. "It sounds really nice, Harry."

Closing the space between them, Harry pressed a kiss to the cheekbone that wasn't hidden under his hand, running his nose softly against her jawline afterwards. "I'll pick you up at seven."

If he had allowed her, she would've melted right in the passenger seat of his car, but she knew he had things to do. "Okay, yeah," she stammered, reaching down to the side to open the door, but they were still keeping all contact as she hadn't made an attempt to get out yet. "That sounds perfect. Uhm, what do I wear?"

"My suit is like a yellowish-gold color, but if you don't have something that matches that, please don't worry," he told her. "Whatever you wear will be just fine, sweet Georgia, I'm sure of it."

She didn't understand how everything that came out of his mouth was just so perfect, and how it made her feel like she was floating. "Okay, Harry babe, I'll see you at seven."

Georgia pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his lips before hopping out. She knew if she didn't get out right then that she wouldn't be getting out at all. As she walked up to the doors of her complex, she peered over her shoulder to see Harry still waiting there, and they exchanged a small wave before she walked inside.

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Harry tucked himself into the back of one of his SUVs, having made arrangements for his driver to take him and Georgia to and from the work party tonight. He planned on having a few drinks, and he figured Georgia would as well, so it would be best to have their transportation completely arranged.

His hands rested in his lap as the driver drove across the freeway, heading in the direction of Georgia's apartment. He twirled the ring around his index finger as he looked out the window - lips pursed to the side as he thought about what this night could entail. Part of him didn't really think that Georgia would agree to going, and he was honestly surprised at how shocked she was that he would ask her to such an event.

Why wouldn't he?

Georgia was honestly everything he felt like he had been yearning for. He knew their situation was different, and most men would probably laugh in his face for thinking he had something further with a woman with her occupation, but Harry knew there was something more. He had started to feel it the most last night, and then the conversation in his car this morning just solidified it. Her even agreeing to let him drive her home confirmed it for him.

Now that it was pretty clear that Georgia was also having the same feelings as him, he knew that he wouldn't shy away as much. Harry had never been an over eager or overly doting partner, but he was never one to hide away once he knew that him, and the person he was interested in, were on the same page.

They pulled up in front of Georgia's apartment building with a few minutes to spare, and he felt like a right dickhead for not walking her in earlier - that way he could have gone up now and met her at her door. Once there was only a minute left before seven, he hopped out of the car and rested against the side of it with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants. It was only a few seconds later that he caught the front door opening out of his peripheral, and he just about fell out when he saw just how stunning Georgia looked.

Georgia stopped walking once she looked up from her feet, and her lips parting a bit as she took in Harry's appearance. She had never seen him in a suit so colorful, but it looked absolutely incredible on him. She secured her bottom lip between her teeth as she approached the car, and Harry quickly pushed himself off the side of it to bring a hand out to rest on her hip.

"Sweet Georgia," he breathed, looking her over again and again before shaking his head. "You look absolutely incredible. Gorgeous."

"Thank you, Harry babe," she was trying to hide just how much his compliment impacted her so that she didn't seem so silly, but Harry caught sight of the corners of her lips twitching up. "You look amazing as well. What a beautiful suit."

Harry leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek before moving them around so that he could open the back door of the car for her. She slipped inside, and then he rounded the car to get in on the other side so she wouldn't have to make her way across the bench seat. The driver started off towards the venue for the party, and Harry and Georgia's hands rested just a few inches away from each other on the middle seat of the car.

"How was your afternoon?" Harry broke the silence after a while, and Georgia shrugged.

"I was pretty lazy, if I'm going to be honest," she giggled. "Once I found this dress in my closet, and texted Cass I wasn't coming in, I just laid around on the couch and binge watched horrible reality television."

"Oh? How did Cass take it?" Harry raised an eyebrow up at her statement. "And what horrible reality show were you watching?"

"He was fine with it, actually. Like I said, I've never taken a night off before, so it's no big deal. And well, as far as the show - it's not the first time I've watched it, but...Jersey Shore."

Harry tilted his head back with a laugh, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching out - patting his palm against the back of Georgia's hand. "You would probably judge me for how many times I've rewatched that show. I put it on for background noise more often than I should."

Georgia moved a little in her seat to where her knee rested against Harry's as they continued down the road. "Well, at least I'm not alone in finding a guilty pleasure in those kinds of shows."

It doesn't take long for them to arrive at the venue, and Harry's driver came around to open the door for the both of them. Harry slipped out first, and held his hand out for Georgia to take as she stepped out as well. She took his hand without hesitation, and he laced their fingers together - allowing for their hands to fall between them as they started towards the steps of the building.

"Harry," Georgia spoke up as they approached the front door, and he immediately stopped walking to focus all his attention on her. "Are there going to be some of the men you came to the club with here?"

Harry nodded, and he quickly moved them to the side to allow others to go around them and step inside. "Yes, there will be. Why? Is that okay?"

"You're not going to be ashamed that they'll be seeing you with me? What if they recognize me from the Fortune?"

Brows furrowing, Harry stepped closer to her so that he could lift his hand and trail his fingertips down the side of her neck. "So what if they do? I could never be embarrassed of you."

Georgia swallowed harshly as Harry cupped the side of her neck - running the pad of his thumb along her jawline. He leaned down to press his mouth against the corner of hers before speaking again - lips still attached to her skin. "Embarrassed or ashamed are things that I could never correlate when it comes to us being seen together, Georgia."

Fully fighting to keep her eyes from fluttering shut, Georgia reached her hands out to cup Harry's sides underneath his suit jacket. The tips of her fingers dug into his ribs, but not in a way that would hurt, as she moved even closer to him. She felt Harry's hand that wasn't on her neck slide to press against her lower back to keep her fully against him.

"Sorry," she apologized, and Harry lifted his head so that he could look her in the eyes. "Just a little nervous is all."

"No need to apologize, sweetheart. I've got you, okay? I promise I'll make sure we have a good time, you especially."

Georgia felt the weight that had been crushing her chest dissipate, and she gave him a nod. Harry spun his body away from hers, but kept his hand on her back as they walked into the venue. She tucked herself into his side, eyes dancing around to see how intricately decorated everything was.

"What's the celebration?" Georgia spoke into Harry's ear as he led her through the room, seeing that a few people had looked in their direction.

"CEO is retiring, so his son, who was the COO, is taking over for him," he explained as he tilted his head towards the bar along one of the walls. "Want a drink?"

Georgia nodded in response, and he began to lead them in that direction. His hand never left her as he leaned over to the bar to order their usual drinks - a vodka tonic for himself, and a glass of Buffalo Trace on the rocks for Georgia. Once the drinks had been made, her handed Georgia her glass before taking his own in his free hand, guiding them towards one of the tall tables they had around for people to stand at.

Harry raised his glass towards one of the tables, and he moved his hand along Georgia's back to cup her hip that was opposite of him, giving it a squeeze as he knew she was still nervous. "Hi Craig. Good to see you, Ollie" he said, nodding at the two gentlemen that were there. "This is Georgia."

Giving them her usual charming smile, Georgia extended her hand towards the two of them. "Hi, it's nice to meet you."

She could tell that one of the men in particular was eying her, and she figured it was because he had been to Fortune with Harry, and he probably recognized her. The two men eventually introduced their wives to both Harry and Georgia as well, the three couples mingling as the night went on.

Harry could tell that over time Georgia had loosened up a bit. She was just about finished with her second glass, and she had definitely gotten more giggly. His heart soared at the sound of her laugh, and he leaned down to talk into her ear. "I'm about to grab another. Would you like one as well?"

Georgia looked up to him with a wide smile still on her lips as she nodded. "Yes, please."

"You okay if I leave you here? I'll just be a minute."

She moved her head in agreement again as Harry made his way back over to the bar. There was a small line, and he had turned his body to where he would still be able to see the table from where he was standing. He could feel a smile of his own resting on his mouth as he saw the way Georgia had still continued to talk to those at their table, even without Harry being present. Her head was thrown back in a laugh, her locks bouncing a bit as she shook her head.

The only thing that knocked him out of his Georgia-induced trance was a hand gliding along the middle of his back. "I haven't seen you all night, Harry."

He recognized the voice as Maxine in accounting, and he had to force himself to tear his eyes away from Georgia. Looking at Maxine, he gave her a soft smile. "Been mainly around Craig and Ollie all night, 's nothing personal, I promise."

Maxine gave a small laugh, shaking her head as she now placed her hand on one of his biceps. "No worries, just stating an observation, which another one of those that I've made is how wonderful you look in this suit."

"Well thank you, you look nice as well."

Georgia's laughter was dying down at something Ollie's wife had said when she looked over to the bar to see Harry speaking with Maxine. She didn't think anything of it until she saw her hand reach out to grab his bicep. Pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek, she swigged down the rest of her drink before looking over to those at the table. "I'll be right back."

She wasn't sure what came over her. She had never felt jealous over a man before in her life, but here she was, heels clicking against the tiled floor as she made her way over to them. Before she could make it over to the two completely, she watched as the woman's hand ran up from his bicep to rest on his shoulder, and just as Harry opened his mouth to say something, Georgia beat him to it.

"Was wondering where you went," she told him, and Harry's eyes quickly snapped away from Maxine to meet Georgia's. Georgia couldn't help but smile as she saw the dimples sink into Harry's cheeks once he saw she was next to him again. "Bit of a line, hm?"

Harry gave Georgia a nod, and Maxine cleared her throat as she dropped her hand from Harry. "Who's your friend?"

Although it had only been a few seconds, and she had just retrieved her touch from him, Harry had completely forgotten about Maxine even being around them - her speaking reminded him of her presence.

"Maxine, this is Georgia," he said, securely locking his arm around Georgia's waist, pulling her into his side. Georgia giggled as she draped her forearm over his shoulder, allowing her front to press into him completely. "Georgia, Maxine works for the company as well - she's in accounting."

Georgia flickered her eyes over to Maxine for a moment, glancing her over before looking back at her face. "You don't mind if I steal my date back, do you?"

Raising one of her eyebrows, Georgia watched as Maxine's lips parted, and she stood there completely dumbfounded."No, o-of course not. I'll see you on Monday, Harry."

Georgia knew she really didn't have a right to claim Harry as her own, and she didn't even realize she had been doing it until those words had left her mouth. Harry snickered as he watched Maxine walk away before looking back to Georgia. "Have me a little shocked, you know that? I'm guessing you weren't the biggest fan of her talking to me?"

"Talking is one thing, her putting her hands all over you is another," she mumbled, feeling a bit insecure all of a sudden since she let that situation get the best of her.

Harry's eyes flickered down to Georgia's lips, and leaned down to press his against hers for a moment before pulling away. "Well, I can assure you that my hands are reserved for one person, and one person only."

Pink covered Georgia's cheeks as she pursed her lips to the side, having them still tingle from the quick peck Harry had delivered to her. "Oh yeah? And may I ask who the lucky person is?"

"I think you know her quite well," Harry answered as he tapped the tip of his nose against hers.

Soon it was their turn to order, and he quickly ordered another round.

The night ended with the couple being tipsy around each other for the first time together, and they could hardly keep their hands to themselves. At one point Ollie had leaned over to ask Harry if Georgia was the dancer from Fortune that he had been making googly eyes at when they were there, and Harry told him 'yes' immediately. He meant what he said when he told Georgia he wasn't ashamed of her, or her occupation. Ollie didn't think anything of it, and he made that clear to Harry. He was happy to see his friend so full of life around someone.

As the couple walked outside to waiting for their driver, Harry's suit jacket now draped over Georgia's shoulders, he had his arms wrapped around her torso - keeping her close. "I meant to ask you earlier, and I know that we've both been drinking so if you don't feel comfortable, I won't be offended, but would you like to stay the night with me?"

Georgia's eyes twinkled in the moonlight as she gave him a nod. "Yes, please. I don't want to spend the night away from you - not after how much fun we've had."

"Two nights in a row together, sweet Georgia, what will they say?" Harry asked playfully, causing Georgia to snuggle her face into his chest.

It was only a few seconds later that his driver pulled up, and Harry helped Georgia into the car as he did before, and he had every intention of carrying himself over to the other side like earlier. He hadn't even shut the car door yet before Georgia slid her body onto the other side, and then patted the seat she had been sitting in first.

"Nonsense for you to walk all the way around, c'mon," she stated, making grabby hands at him.

Harry chuckled as he got inside the car, and he reached over to do Georgia's seatbelt before doing his own. The couple had their fingers locked together - hands resting on the middle seat between them as they traveled down the road.

"I'll get us a couple of glasses of water once we're home. I think we both need to desperately rehydrate, yeah?"

His free hand lifted to move the hair off her shoulder and onto her back, exposing one side of her neck to him. She noticed that his eyes stayed trained on the skin there, and that was because Harry was thinking about the way his lips felt against that same skin in the last night. There was no way he was going to let anything escalate further than what they had already done tonight considering the alcohol in their systems.

"Yeah, I can already tell I'm probably going to have a headache in the morning," Georgia nodded. "It's been a while since I've allowed myself to drink that much, but it was really nice. Thank you so much for inviting me, Harry."

"Thank you for agreeing to come. You were the most wonderful date, and everyone loved you. Ollie's wife was talking about you guys getting together for brunch while he and I go and play golf."

Georgia could almost feel tears threatening to sting at her eyes with Harry's words. Even though she was close with the girls at Fortune, they never really did anything outside of the club. It's been years since Georgia just grabbed a drink or two with a girlfriend, or even hung out with someone else at their home. Harry's home was going to be the first one she's stayed at other than her own since she moved to California.

It wasn't that she was unhappy with this being her life, not in the slightest, but it took tonight for her to realize just how lonely her life had been. She had moved to California to start over after isolating herself while taking care of her grandmother, and it didn't even dawn on her that she had practically done the same thing to herself here too because she had grown comfortable in her routine.

"I would really like that, I think," she whispered, and Harry could see just how much emotion was showing in Georgia's eyes as she spoke.

They pulled up to his house, and he got out quickly, helping Georgia out as well before they started up the steps to his front door. He patted his pants for his keys, eyebrows knitting together before he looked over to Georgia. "Ah," he clicked his tongue, reaching into one of the pockets of his suit jacket - retrieving the keyring. He unlocked the door, letting her step inside first before he followed closely behind.

After tossing his keys onto the small table beside them, he flicked the lights on to illuminate the massive foyer that led into a sitting room with a fireplace and a large art piece on the wall.

Georgia's eyes widened as she looked up, seeing a walkway that clearly connected one part of the upstairs to the other, but it opened up once you got into the foyer. Looking to the side she could see that walkway connected to a spiral staircase that came down right in the corner of the foyer, and she felt almost overwhelmed with just how huge this house felt.

"Wow," she laughed out, looking over to Harry as he toed off his dress shoes, hooking the heels of them onto the tips of his index and middle fingers - tossing them towards the steps. "Your home is so beautiful, Harry."

"Thank you," his cheeks flushed at the compliment. "I know that not a lot of men care about this sort of thing, but I'm really passionate about the way I decorate my house. When I moved in here, I had a lot of the light fixtures replaced to fit more of the vibe I was going for, and I hand picked all the art myself."

"Well, whenever I buy myself a home, remind me to have you come and help me decorate."

"Deal," Harry leaned down to press his lips against her cheek before taking her hand, leading her to a doorway that was on the other side of the sitting room.

This led into the kitchen, and he walked Georgia over to one of the counters, moving both hands to pat her hips. "Jump up."

Georgia did as she was told, a small squeal leaving her as he plopped her down onto the counter with a smirk. He lowered himself onto one knee on the tiled floor, and then lifted one of her feet so the toe of her heel rested on his shoulder - beginning to undo the strap clasped around her ankle. She watched him with her lower lip tucked between her teeth, and her breath got caught in the back of her throat as he turned his head to press a kiss against her skin on the inside of her calf once the shoe had been removed.

He mimicked the same action for the other foot before standing, patting the outside of her thighs just as he did her hips a moment ago. "I'll get us some water."

Swallowing harshly, Georgia shoved her arms fully through the sleeves of his suit jacket now, fiddling with her fingers underneath the large cuffs that covered her hands. Her eyes stayed on Harry as he moved around the kitchen, collecting a couple of glasses from a cabinet before walking over to the fridge. He filled the glasses with both ice, and water, and then made his way back over to Georgia.

"Here you are, honey," he said, extending one of them out to her.

She gave him a small 'thank you' as she brought the glass to her lips, drinking the water way faster than she had originally intended. Harry hummed as he watched her, a small smile playing on his lips as he drank his own water.

"Slow down," he said, lifting his hand to wipe the water that had started to drip down her chin a bit from where she pulled the glass away quickly. "I don't want you to make yourself sick."

Her eyes held his as Harry kept a hold on her face, before his eyes dropped down to her lips. Lifting the pad his thumb, he pulled her bottom lip down to expose her bottom teeth before letting it plop back into place - much like she had done to him last night. He shook his head, leaning forward to rest his forehead against her jaw.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he said lowly, and Georgia wasn't even sure if she was meant to hear it.

Placing her glass down next to her, Georgia tangled one hands into the back of Harry's curls, threading her fingers through the chestnut locks while her other hand rubbed small circles between his shoulder blades. "I don't think you have any idea what you do to me either, Harry babe."

After a moment, Harry tilted his head back a bit to plant soft kisses against the skin of Georgia's neck, and she sighed happily as he did so. Although the sensation his lips gave her was now familiar, it still caused a spark to surge throughout her entire body. She loved the way he felt against her - his body, his hands, or his lips. Georgia wasn't sure how she could ever go without having this type of connection with him.

"You want to go lay down?" Harry asked, planting a kiss underneath her ear. "You can borrow some of my clothes."

"Uh-huh," Georgia nodded, letting out a small gasp as he sucked at the hinge of her jaw for a moment before pulling away.

He made a promise to himself that things weren't going to escalate tonight, and he was going to hold himself accountable to that. Although they weren't drunk, he wanted that next step to be made when they were sober, and he knew they were tipsy from the beverages they indulged in tonight.

Kicking her heels that he had left on the floor over to the side, he moved her bridal style into his arms. Georgia giggled as she shoved her face into Harry's neck, and he walked up the staircase towards his bedroom. Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind him with his foot, and she lifted her face to take a look around.

She didn't know why she would expect anything less than extraordinary, given how the rest of Harry's house had looked so far, but she wasn't prepared for just how stunning his bedroom was.

Up against the wall was a large bed, she knew it had to be a California King, that was adorned in deep red silk. There was a gorgeous chandelier that hung from his ceiling, and a fireplace, very similar to the one downstairs, tucked into the corner. She saw there was another door that was open, and she soon realized that it was an ensuite. She was knocked out of her observations when she felt Harry placing her down gently to sit at the foot of his bed.

"I'll be right back," he said, stroking the back of his fingers against her cheek before heading into the ensuite. There was a noise from another door, and she figured that he was entering his closet. He came out a minute or two later, and her jaw just about unhinged when he appeared in only a pair of joggers laying low on his hips. Her eyes took in his delicious tattoos again, and she pressed her thighs together under the material of her dress when she thought about gliding her tongue along the ferns that adorned his prominent v-lines.

"I brought you some boxers and a t-shirt, is that okay?"

Georgia barely heard him, and once he stood completely in front of her, and saw where her eyes were glued, he couldn't help but smirk. "Sweet Georgia," he cooed again, and it was like she snapped back to reality - her eyes meeting his.

"Sorry," she mumbled, rolling her lips into her mouth as she took the clothing that he had extended to her. "This is perfect."

After standing, she moved to the chair that was in the corner of his room to set down the pajamas he had given her. She shrugged off his suit jacket with her back to him, and draped it over the back of the chair looking at him over her shoulder. "Could you help me out of my dress, Harry?"

Harry had been pulling back the covers on the bed when he heard her request, and he looked over to see her moving her hair over one of her shoulders so that he had access to the zipper on the back of her gown. Her eyes met his as he made his way over to her, squeezing the pull between the pad of his thumb and index finger before pulling it down. He felt the zipper drop down past the swell of her ass, and once he had reached the bottom, he lifted both of his hands to place them on her shoulders.

His eyes didn't stray anywhere else but her face as Georgia kept her eyes on him as well before letting the garment drop to the floor around her feet. She wasn't wearing a bra, and without the dress, she was only standing in front of him in a thin nude colored thong.

"You could look at me if you wanted to, Harry" she whispered, and Harry's hands tightened on her shoulders.

He wanted to. God, did he want to, but he didn't want to do it like this.

"Georgia," he breathed, leaning down to rest his forehead against the back of her head. "I want, trust me, but I want us both to be in the right state of mind, okay?"

Georgia wanted to slightly curl into herself. It had been a long time since she had offered to have someone, other than an individual who paid for her, look at her body in such a way. Part of her wondered if she had misinterpreted what had just happened between the two of them downstairs in the kitchen, and now she felt a bit foolish. She turned herself completely away from him now, dropping her chin to her chest and draping an arm across her breasts as she moved closer to the chair.

"Sorry," she muttered, grabbing the clothes. "I'm just going to freshen up before I lay down."

Harry watched as she made off towards the ensuite, and he opened his mouth to call after her but the door was already shut before his mind could process what was happening. "Shit," he hissed, dropping down on the side of the bed where he had already plugged his phone in on the nightstand, running his fingers through his unruly curls.

He hadn't meant to upset her by any means, but there was no way he was taking the next step with her tonight. That wasn't him, and he knew there was a chance that she could wake up tomorrow morning, if anything did happen, and wish none of it ever had. That was the last thing that needed for her to deal with, and he knew that she would appreciate it once she was sober if he stopped anything further from going on.

A few minutes had gone by, and Harry had occasionally heard the sink running, but he couldn't hear much else. He decided that he'd at least go ahead and get himself settled - figuring that Georgia probably wouldn't even really want to speak with him once she was out. He rolled onto this side so that his back was facing where she'd be sleeping, pulling the sheets up right below his ribs.

He had almost dozed off when he felt the bed dip behind him, and he could tell that she was trying to move as gently as possible so she didn't disturb him. Once she got settled, he licked over his bottom lip before speaking up.

"I can go sleep in one of the guest rooms if you'd be more comfortable," he cringed at himself, shaking his head a bit. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't," Georgia sighed, and he could tell there was a hint of frustration in her tone. "I'm upset with myself."

Harry's forehead scrunched up in confusion as he turned just a bit, but not enough to face Georgia completely. He could, however, see that her back was also turned to him. "Why are you upset with yourself?"

"Because I obviously mistook a lot of signs tonight, and I feel a bit silly, okay? I don't really want to continue talking about it."

Now Harry was frowning as he turned over completely. He contemplated his next move for a moment, but he eventually reached out to rest his hand over her hip through the sheets. "I would like to talk about it, Georgia, please. I'd like to explain."

He could see just barely through the darkness that she had sucked in a deep breath due to the motion in her back. Biting down on his bottom lip, he gave her hip a squeeze, leaving it up to her on whether or not she also wanted to turn around. He was now propped up on his elbow a bit, and he knew he would continue to speak regardless of whether or not she chose to face him.

Eventually with a small huff, Georgia flipped onto her back, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. To be honest, Harry had to bite back the small laugh that wanted to pass by his lips at just how adorable she looked right now. She had a slight pout on her pillowy lips, and he could tell she was trying her hardest to not look at him.

"You didn't misinterpret any signs from tonight, sweet Georgia," he told her honestly, his hand that was once on her hip now resting gently on her stomach from when she turned over. "If we were both sober right now, and completely in our right minds, I'd have you right now. Fuck, I'd be a man begging for you to take me.

Georgia's eyes widened, and she looked over to Harry. Her lips parted before he continued to speak. "But I know that there's a chance you could wake up in the morning, and that you'd regret everything. So how about I make you a deal? We can lay here and do just like we did last night - kiss until our hearts are content. Then in the morning if you wake up, and you to still want to take things further, then I promise that you can have all of me."

Georgia took in his words, processing everything that he had just said before she gave him a nod. "Okay, I understand now," a smile crept its way onto her lips, and she lifted her arms - making grabby hands just like she had earlier in the car. "Come closer."

Harry laughed as he laid back down fully on his side, and Georgia turned onto hers as he pressed against her lower back. He was the one to slot his leg between hers tonight, and her hands were now pressed against his chest. "Want me to kiss you, sweetheart?"

She knew that he was teasing now, and it caused her to let out a soft whine. Harry groaned at the noise before sealing his lips against hers, and this kiss was immediately one with more hunger. Their tongues were lulling against one anothers in a sloppy way, but neither of them cared. Harry shifted a bit so that his hand was now in the middle of her back, keeping her as close as possible.

After a bit, Georgia disconnected her lips from Harry's, and she began to kiss down his neck. He felt her rut her hips down against his - her core meeting his thigh causing her to whimper against his skin.

"Georgia," his hands were quick to snap around her hips to steady her movements.

"I know, I know," Georgia panted as she continued to kiss over his neck, and now down over his collarbone. Her tongue darted out to lap at his swallows, the wetness causing goosebumps to coat his body due to the small chill in the room. "I'm sorry, I just can't help it, Harry. I want you so bad, but I respect why we're not doing it tonight. I know I'm going to be happy in the morning that you kept this contained, but I just can't remember the last time I've wanted someone so much. I don't know if I ever have."

Harry was secure in his stance of not letting this escalate before, but now he stood in it even further, because he knew that Georgia wouldn't have confessed how drawn she was to him if she was sober. Even though he knew he was breaking down her walls a bit, he knew that she was still very reserved when it came to her emotions.

"I want you so badly too, honey," Harry was honest in his words. "I just know it'll mean more to both of us if we wait until we're level-headed, but just know I feel the same. I don't think there's ever been someone that I've been drawn to like you."

Georgia hummed in response to his words as she kissed up the other side of his neck before connecting their mouths again. She looped one arm around his neck, her other hand still pressed against one of his pecs, as she danced her fingertips from between his shoulder blades, back up to his neck. Eventually she just cupped her hand around it to keep their lips as together as possible.

She began to suck on his bottom lip, pulling it between her own while tilting her head back slightly before releasing it with a soft 'pop'. Harry stifled the moan that wanted to bubble in his chest from her actions, really not wanting to work themselves up too much.

They continued to makeout for what seemed like hours, and Harry truly had to will down a hard-on the entire time. He knew the alcohol in his system was definitely making that task a little easier. However, with Georgia's soft noises, and the feeling of her lips against his as her hands traced over his skin, it was difficult.

Eventually they both got tired, and they fell asleep tangled in each others arms with lips even more swollen than the night before.

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry edward styles #harry styles smutty fanfic #harry styles ff #Spotify

[cain-speaks]

🍑 𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍-𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙔 🍑|| Wukong's Mom AU

» russian girl (jenia lubich) « 0:53 ──〇──── 2:36

╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗ AUTHOR'S NOTE ╚⏤⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤⏤╝ ➤ This is a oneshot involving @journey-to-the-au's Clover + Marshal Liu! ➤ This is hurt/comfort. ➤ death to SEM bro. ➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include angst, hurt/comfort, self-deprication, minor injury, referenced identity theft, referenced framing, and referenced manipulation. ➤ Word count: 1,372

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❝ I am just a simple russian girl, I've got vodka in my blood .❞

The guards are none too gentle as they throw the boy into the holding cell, making him cry out as his skin splits on rough stone. The pain is immediate, proving to him that what's happening is real—that the mighty troop of Huāguǒshān truly believes Clover poisoned their beloved King.

"W-Wait!" Clover cries, righting himself as quickly as he can. "Wait, please—!"

He reaches out to the guards, faces that had once looked on him with kindness and friendliness, only to recoil when one snaps at him, long fangs bared threatening. The boy, unfamiliar with such displays, especially from anyone on the mountain, tucks his arms close to his chest and scrambles backwards until he's pressed firmly against the wall. But even as he's out of reach of fang or claw, he can't escape their eyes.

Wrath, regret, disappoinment. Did he prove them wrong? Or prove some of them right?

"You're lucky it's us that were ordered to escort you and not Xīnshù," a mousey brown-grey male—Cypress—spits out. "If she had, I doubt you'd have made it here."

The male beside him, Pecan, scoffs. "You've an atrocious amount of gall, poisoning our King. And during a festival, no less—"

"I didn't!" Clover cries, surprising even himself at the sheer desperation that pours out of him. "I didn't do it, I'd never do it! The mountain..."

Is all I have, he wants to say. But his throat closes and he can't get the words out, try as he might. Cypress and Pecan shake their heads, closing the door and locking him into the cell.

As they turn to leave, Cypress pauses. Then, over his shoulder:

"We should have chased you out the moment you arrived, Sì'ěr."

And then Clover is alone.

Again.

The holding room is dark, barely lit by a single torch Pecan left behind. It's cold and wet and it smells like dust, like it hasn't been used in... forever. If he focuses hard enough, the four-eared macaque can get whiffs of a copper tang, making his stomach turn. So instead he buries his face into his knees and wraps his arms and tail around his legs, trying to calm himself.

You can explain. They'll understand. It wasn't me, it was—

...his own grandfather.

What had Clover done wrong? What had influenced his grandfather to... to trick him, to trick the entire troop (the one he was sworn to protect)? And why did he let Clover take the fall? Surely he didn't do it on purpose? They were family, after all; as far as blood went, they were all they had left of each other. That had to mean something.

But that smile before unconsciousness had claimed him... Clover has never seen his grandfather so happy before.

A storm of emotion lights him up inside. Rage at having been framed and tricked, grief for what he could lose, fear of what will happen if he can't convince the troop it wasn't him.

What are they thinking right now? He wonders, hot tears building in his eyes. Does Miss Xīnshù feel validated? Does she think I'm a monster? What about the queen mothers?

And then his stomach drops.

What about Pear? Mulberry, Apple, the rest of his darling friends so lovingly dubbed the Fruit Troop? What was Rin-Rin thinking? Was she worried, and if she was, for what? For him, or for her daughter, who was so often within his grasp? What... what about—

The door opens and Clover clamps his hands over his ears, waiting for the screech of stone grinding on itself. Only it never comes, at least not at the intensity he was prepared for, as if the person opening it was taking great care to avoid any unpleasant sound. But considering it's certainly not hush-hush that Clover is down here (and the only one, too), he can't imagine who'd grant him such generosity.

As a familar figure appears, silhouetted by the corridor behind them and illuminated in the dim torch light, Clover understands.

"L-Liú," Clover gasps, scrambling to his feet. He hurries to the front of the cell, hands wrapped tightly around the bars despite how it irritates the scrapes. "I'm so glad you're here."

Marshal Liú doesn't reply. He enters the room in silence, the door closing behind him. Neither does he spare Clover so much as a glance as he pads to a few more sconces and lights them. When Liú finally approaches the cell, he presses his back to the wall beside it, arms crossed. His face is pinched, eyebrows drawn together and nose wrinkled in a thinking expression. The quietness of it all is unnerving, almost suffocating for the boy. But he keeps silent, not daring to break it.

"The troop is furious," Liú finally says. Clover feels his heart pound anxiously. "Xīnshù especially, considering little Blueberry's birth."

"...I know," Clover murmurs, ears pinned.

"And to make matters worse, Wisdom and Courage have been poisoned, too."

Clover's ears immediately perk, eyes wide as fear settles into his body.

No, no, no, he couldn't have—I couldn't have... He didn't...

"Thankfully, they seem to just be asleep. Beng reckons they'll wake in a few hours," Liú continues, and the four-eared macaque can't help but suck in a deep breath of relief.

They're alright. They're going to be fine.

But is he?

Liú steps in front of Clover, then squats, meeting his eyes.

"You understand how bad this is, Clover," Liú says. "The queen mothers and the King are unconscious, save for a single clone, and you were seen both giving Wùkōng tea and giving the mothers fruit. Somehow."

The two lapse into silence with Clover trembling, tears threatening to escape him again.

Liú slowly raises a hand to cover one of the boy's, holding it gently. "No matter how we look at the evidence, you're responsible, Clover."

A sob breaks loose; he can't help it. Clover knows how bad this looks for him, knows that the odds are not in his favor. The amount of people undoubtedly on his side are barely a fraction of Huāguǒshān and no doubt will lose their power when faced with Xīnshù and the Wùkōng clone.

"I didn't do it," Clover sobs, pressing his forehead against the bars. He bends until he's nearly kowtowing, though he refuses to move his hands from Liú's. "I didn't do it. Please believe me."

Liú make a soft noise—a gentle grunt meant to soothe infants, and Clover would perhaps be embarrassed if it didn't work so well.

"I know," Liú soothes. "I know. Rin-Rin and I know you didn't." His free hand snakes through the bars and cradles Clover's face, careful of his ears, and raises his face.

Clover sputters and uses a sleeve to messily wipe his face, shaking. "I'm so sorry," he weeps, eyes shut tight. "It's all my fault. I-I'm so stupid! I'm not even smart enough to g-get my stupid powers under control! M-Maybe if I did, I could've stopped all this!"

And I'd know if Grandpa was really lying to me the whole time, he adds within his thoughts, his teeth biting into his tongue at the wave of anger that bristles down his back.

"Stop that," Liú coos, gentle. "It's not your fault, Clover. I know it's not. You're..."

Clover barely notices the pause, too caught up in all his feelings. But when a second hand cradles his face and pulls him close, his forehead barely ghosting against Liú's, he's granted a brief moment of confused reprieve.

"Liú...?" He asks softly, noticing the wet sheen in the marshal's eyes with a prick of concern.

"You're my boy," Liú whispers, voice cracking. "And in a few days, we'll catch who really did this and you'll come home."

Clover sniffles, fighting off tears once again, and laughs a little. "And Rin-Rin won't let me leave."

"And Rin-Rin won't let you leave," Liú confirms, laughing a little too.

So the two sit there, cooing softly to each other and wiping away tears and fears alike.

And when Liú has to leave, Clover keeps his chin up.

I'm not alone, he thinks.

Blue eyes flash before his mind's eye, and a determined look settles on his face.

And I won't lose to you.

❝ So I dance with brown bears, and my soul is torn apart .❞

#cain speaks #[ 🧨 ] #cain writes #[ 🩸 ] #xiyouji #journey to the west au #jttw au #wukong's mom au #if it's kinda choppy near the end i'm sorry BGBHFD vocab is hard #story is also hard #tear the liu/clover found family out of my cold dead hands #i made up some guys cause uhh filler? #idk #uhh my excuse for clover not being like “y'all it was SEM!!” is bc he still has a sense of loyalty to him #+ he's questioning himself so he doesn't want to get SEM in trouble if he's wrong #hope we enjoy!!

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Part 3 in my Choices recs ig.....

Why are the MC & LI from (choices) Crimes of Passion literally just this, respectively:

Ok but I absolutely love how Crimes of Passion is written???

There's only one LI and it's one of those books where the romance isn't optional and in choices those books usually always focus on either the romantic relationship or are just softcore porn and it gets boring

But,

The first book of crimes of passion has the least amount of romantic options I've seen from a Choices book, specially when you consider the fact that the MC & LI spend almost 100% of their time together. Instead it focuses on the actual story/murder mystery. (Though the MC & LI's dynamic is very important to the story) And all of this allows the MC & LIs relationship to develop much more naturally than in any other book.

There's no instant moment of attraction that makes the MC want to jump the LI's bones from the second they lock eyes (which is annoyingly common in choices)

What makes it funnier is the way they met compared to the way other MCs meet their LIs, because like:

Other Choices MCs meeting a LI in at least 3 layers of clothes: 😳🥵🥴❤️🍆🍑💦💦💦

Crimes of Passion MC meeting their dripping wet, only in a towel LI: 😡🤬😤🥱🤢😴🙄🙄🙄

It was also really nice getting a more serious, focused on their job, all the walls up, sarcastic but still fun MC with a cocky, flirty, puppy dog energy, comic relief but still vulnerable LI

They're also very protective of each other, which makes sense because they're both dealing with similar grief

There's also a lot of forehead touching in both books, even while they're still in a "will they won't they" stage and it's just something they do when the other is upset which is really sweet what the hell

+ actual story wise, I did not see the Book 1 killer coming at all until the reveal but I figured out who the Book 2 killer from the second they were introduced😭 but the characters in Book 2 didn't figure out who it was till the very end so I spent a lot of Book 2 screaming at the screen, and trying to push MC away from their suspects towards the real killer - so anytime the game gave us an opportunity to look a little more closely at the real killer it went like this:

MC: hmm I wonder how X is doing?

X: here's a very clear motive for why I'm the murderer

MC: huh. So B is definitely our murderer

Me: NO.

Though to be fair X only started giving a clear motive near the end and B being the killer did have a lot of evidence backing it up. But if you're used to the tropes then you can instantly tell who it is

Anyway Book 2 is also really good, MC is literally the best partner ever and deserves a sainthood for all the bullshit they put up with. And even if you know you're going to get a happy ending there's this feeling of angst that hovers over the whole thing and colours all of MC & LI's interactions which adds a lil' flavour to the story. Also Alice is the best girl! And book 3 is coming this year??

#choices #choices crimes of passion #crimes of passion #trystan thorne #trystan x mc

[random-thoughts4u]

Headcanons about how Keigo Takami (BNHA), Taishiro Toyomitsu (BNHA), and Rei Suwa (Buddy Daddies) would confess to gn reader?

GN! READER HC confessions, falling in love scenarios♡

Ok, so this idea is SO CUTE, and you picked such wonderful men too 💗 I hope you enjoy this list. Sorry it took so long! 😊 I hope you don't mind me adding how you met them as well for a bit of a more realistic touch 🥺💙

I wanted a bit more story building! 🐰

I really hope I did them justice. These are a few of my comfort characters 🥺

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♡Keigo Takami♡

❤️ He remembers the first day he saw you. The way you made your way into the bar, he would frequently gather new information. Something about you light up the room. His eyes were stuck for a moment, but he soon shook it off. He had a job to do.

❤️ Months had passed, and he still thought of your face. If only he knew how close he was to seeing you. Then there you stood one day. A sparkling image in the small office space besides another pro hero. You were the newest intern. A glint of excitement shone behind his eyes as his curious gaze greedily took in every ounce of you. Almost as of feeding this growing hunger inside of him.

❤️It takes this man days to become attached to you. It seemed as if every day he was bumping into you in the hall or in need of your help for some obscure task that you're absolutely sure he'd be able to do alone. He never came across as aggressive or creepy. No. He was sweet, gentle.

❤️He respects your bounds as best as he can. There are times he messes up, but that's just part of living. You better bet he'd do what he could to make you comfortable once again. He was learning how to love.

❤️It was a warm spring day when it happened. You were out in the field with him. A small smile graced his features as he held his hand out to you.

❤️Trusting this man with everything you had, you took it. The way his palm cradled your hands had your heart exploding in your chest.

❤️ Noticing the change in your demeanor, he scooped you into his arms. His wings spread wide, creating a gentle gust around you both before the ground below left your feet.

❤️But you weren't scared. Those golden hues lovingly gazing at the city line soon pointed at you. He chuckled before speaking.

"I know it's a bit out of nowhere, but you are one of the most amazing individuals I have ever had the pleasure of meeting."

❤️ With that, a deep scarlet bruised your cheeks as your eyes glistened in want. Every bit of you felt electrified as he rambled on about how kind your were, and what you made him feel.

"I guess... I'm asking if you want to be my partner. Not like a hero team, ya know?"

❤️ As you process his question, your mind didn't even register the roof under your shoes. The only thing you could focus on was the sheepish grin on the man's face. It's not the one he usually wears. Oh no, this one was far better. It was real.

❤️All you could do was toss an arm around him, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

"I take it, that's a yes?" You rolled your eyes before he lifted your chin with his pointer finger, holding your gazes together.

"Yes, it is smartass~," was all you said as he lightly brushed his nose against your cheek.

❤️Your new nicknames have become "Babybird," "Sunflower," "Angel," "Dollface."

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♡ Taishiro Toyomitsu ♡

🍑You first met Tai after a recent villain attack. He was relentless chasing down the villain that had decided to come into your shop of all places. Well, more like the villain Canon balled through the bricks.

🍑 Pro hero Fatgum, as you'd learned about through various news outlets, had burst through the now shattered wall with a smoking fist. The size of the now small hole was left a missing wall at this point. Dust surrounding you forced a harsh cough from your lungs. Quickly grabbing the attention of the villain.

🍑 Fatgums eyes widened as he saw you trying to hide behind the remains of the front desk of your business. Everyone was supposed to have been evacuated. How were you still here?

🍑Shaking it off, his intense gaze focuses on the villain. Before you could blink, the large hero had dived over the man completely engulfing him with his quirk. The villains arms helplessly waved out as he was swolled hole.

🍑After that day, he found himself checking in in you. He'd profusely apologize about the wall while simultaneously scolding you for not following orders to leave the area. You explained you'd recently broken your phone and had been cleaning with your headphones in. There was no warning for you.

🍑He felt the obligation to look after you, seeing as how oblivious you could be. He'd find himself inviting you out day by day.

🍑It happened during the stat festival. He stared at you with bright eyes, full of joy. A chuckle leaves your lips, and his heart does flips. Before he could stop himself, he asked.

🍑His words flowed smoothly, as they usually did when he became serious. A large hand light drags along your jawline as you both share a gaze. "I'm not sure how to ask this, but I'd be honored to have you as mine.."

🍑His face was burning a deep crimson as his eyes flickered away sheepishly. His heart roared behind his chest as his shaking hand did their best to steady along your jaw.

🍑A timid smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you playfully reach out to him. Your hand cradles something. A gift for him.

🍑He nervously reaches down, holding his palm up to you. There, you sit a small piece of candy. It's the same brand he'd first given you the day you met.

🍑His hand classes over the candy as he gives you a toothy grin. "I'll do all I can for you, sweetheart! I promise."

🍑That's where your story began.

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♡Rei Suwa♡

🔫 It was another day at the playground for Rei. He found himself frequenting the area for a reason he himself didn't know. Maybe the peace after everyone left and the sun was down made him feel serene.

🔫He headed to the swing, a cigarette loosely hung from his lips as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. His fingers play with the lighter that sat inside his pants.

🔫That's when he noticed something. A figure with their back facing him, sitting on his swing. A soft voice hummed out from them, pulling the man in. Curiously, he listened, crossing both arms over his chest to help him relax.

🔫 Whatever spell you had him under was working. He'd come back every other night to find you there. Singing the same song to yourself. He couldn't stop himself from sitting beside you tonight. Silently, he listened as you continued.

🔫Over a year had passed of you both enjoying one anothers company in the late night. He'd even asked you to go places with him after a few months of this ritual.

🔫Rei had become infatuated with you and the peace you brought him. Pretty soon, he had realized he'd fallen deep. Worry laced his eyes as his usually aloof demeanor flakes away. Fear, for a moment, flashes behind his orbs.

🔫He let his guard down. With a small sigh of relief he gave in, wrapping his beds blanket tightly around you both. It wasn't unusual for him to do this, so you responded just as you always did. You snuggled against the crook of his neck as he ran circles along your spine.

🔫 "I think you already know what I want to ask you." Was all he managed to say as his smooth voice lulled you into a safe haven. You smiled against his neck before allowing your eyes to slip shut.

🔫You sat still, finally feeling the wave of relief hit you as he let himself feel. You responded simply by humming, as you did often during moments like these. New feelings, experienced for the first time. It had to be slow. Words weren't needed. Only feelings. For the both of you had beaten down hearts. He knew to take this as acceptance. With that, he placed a small kiss on top of your head as he held you against him.

🔫You will never be hurt. Not anymore. Not if he can help it.

#mha hawks #bnha hawks #gn reader #keigo takami #anime #scenarios #bnha scenarios #fatgum #mha taishiro #taishiro toyomitsu #rei suwa x reader #rei suwa hcs #rei buddy daddies #rei suwa #open requests

[artycomicfangirl]

Couple Songs Playlist Headcanons - Mareach and Luaisy Edition

When I was more active in the JoJo’s Bizarre adventure community on Instagram around 2019-2022, I was part of the art and ocs community.

Many people started doing stuff like making Spotify playlists of songs that describe their Oc and other oc relationship aspects. I remember finding this SUPER fun to do. And I miss it. So, I decided to try it out with Mario and Peach first! (Just a teeny break from my much-loved Luaisy fixation!)

So without further ado, here’s a list of songs based on what I can find in my (Many) Spotify playlists. A bit challenging to find good ones!

This will have labels indicating indicating who’s mostly singing about who. Either one person referring to the other, or a Duet that includes both at the same time.

❤️MarioxPeach🍑

- Mario to Peach -

On one side, Mario would have the thought that Peach is simply so amazing. Someone so elegant, pure and beautiful. Someone just way out of his league. These thoughts would often show through hints of resistance at first. He and the Princess are just friends…right?

But the moment he fully accepts his feelings, he becomes so outspoken of his love. So some songs I’ve decided to choose from my playlist, tend to be about wondering if Peach feels for him, like he feels for her. A bit of doubt. But other than that, he shows protectiveness, Being her shield to danger. Also A bit more impulsive, energetic and upbeat in some parts. But with no matter what, he will always give her words of reassurance to make sure everything is okay.

• Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows

• Dance - Tim Halperin

• Aquaman - Walk The Moon

• I’ll Always Return - Bryan Adams (Rock Version)

• Nintendo - Todd Carrey (This is more of a comedic tone to it haha)

- Peach to Mario -

Very sweet, reflective and thoughtful. The type of love that whenever she thinks of her hero, she gets so fluttery and bashful on the inside. She is more reserved her feelings though, so some songs may reflect her denying a bit. But ultimately, they all lead to just wholeheartedly accepting her feelings.

• Fallin’ for you - Colbie Callait

• Tightrope - Michelle Williams

• Lover - Taylor Swift

• Next to You - Jordin Sparks

• I feel the Earth Move - Olivia Ong

- Duets -

• The Fighter - Kieth Urban Ft Carrie Underwood

• Waiting for a Star to Fall - Boy Meets Girl

• Am I Feeling Love? - Steve Lively and Bobbi Page ( The Thief and The Cobbler unfinished film, titled ‘Arabian Knight’ for the Miramax version where this song is made.

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💚LuigyXDaisy🌼

- Luigi to Daisy -

Luigi is the more sentimental type. One who thinks about the deeper meaning of his feelings. The one who’s able to find sweet comparisons and words when describing love with Daisy. He knows how timid he is. How easily scared he could be. Which is why He holds such admiration of how much of a free-spirited character she is. So some of his songs will reflect almost awe in her character. How much her presence alone just brings his feelings to life.

• Crush - David Archuleta

• Nothing I’ve ever known - Bryan Adams

• So Close - John Mclaughlin

• All That you are - Goo Goo Dolls

• Into the Night - Santana Ft Chad Kroger

- Daisy to Luigi -

The theme I tried to go with Daisy is of a supportive figure, or one that drives Luigi to improve and be the best of himself. Her words may seem to be a bit more forward with some songs. But mostly, she’s the one who has more of her feelings on her sleeve, and will have no problem expressing them more. She reflects more of the intense passion.

• Better When i’m Dancing - Meghan Trainor

• I’m Feeling You - Michelle Branch

• Brave - Sarah Bareilles

• My Superstar - Jessie J

• Kiss me Crazy - Kaci Battaglia

- Duets -

• Wild - Troy Sivan Ft Alesia Cara (A bit more of an intimate song?)

• At the Beginning - Richard Marx and Donna Lewis

• Don’t Let Go - Bryan Adams and Sarah Mclachlan

#super mario #the super mario bros movie #nintendo #princess daisy #Luigi #luaisy #luigi x daisy #mario #mario x peach #mareach #headcanons #headcanon

[theseshipsshallsail]

Happy 3 year Call Me-Versary to me 🍑

Prequel to the journal fics, so can be read as a stand-alone.

Heaven, he’s found, exists within in a precocious brat with a penchant for classical music and obscure French novels, and Oliver can’t help smiling as he props his chin in his palm, the tips of two fingers tracing reverently over the rose-bud pout of Elio’s lower lip. 

A lip his malakh then bites; a too-knowing trait that drives Oliver half-wild with wanting each time he does it.

Breathless, he continues his explorations to the freckled constellation behind his left ear. Sweeps the pad of his thumb along the smooth curve of Elio’s jaw. It’s a familiar journey that somehow still feels like a discovery, and Oliver commits the details of Elio’s face to memory as he drops a kiss to his bobbing Adam’s apple, earning a heart-felt moan when wandering digits slide southwards to the waistband of his bathing suit.

Oliver’s bathing suit, technically, and the possessive thrill of seeing Elio in his clothes has yet to fade.

The cords at his naval are tied loosely, and recent experience shows that one sharp tug will bring them to Elio’s knees, exposing his secrets and eager manhood alike. That’s not what Oliver craves right now, though - flanked by gnarled olive trees and stunted pines - and the lean grooves of Elio’s stomach tense as he picks at the knot slowly. 

Already, his erection strains beneath the yellow cotton, and Oliver knows he’s just aching to be free of the netted material. But patience is a virtue, or so they say, and still he takes his time. Stretching out Elio’s desire and need. Feeding it. Rewarding him with a second kiss to his nipple when slender fingers wrap around his wrist, flexing repeatedly in silent entreaty.

“Look at you,” Oliver murmurs, angling up to sample that tortuous bottom lip for himself.

The way it plumps and swells in his mouth holds him in thrall, and Oliver nibbles playfully as he squeezes the jut of Elio’s hip once, twice, three times deliberately. His cheeks ache from an unstoppable grin. Blood thrums at his temple. Happiness spreads through every corner of his being, and it’s only when Elio’s breathing picks up that he finally, finally, eases the bunched material from his pearling crown.

“What about me?” Elio asks belatedly - squirming to kick the borrowed trunks from his ankles - and Oliver allows it, struggling to focus with so much beauty laid sprawled in a canvas of aster and cornflowers.

He’s hard himself - uncomfortably so - but his focus is otherwise engaged as it flicks from Elio’s wiry forearms to his heaving chest. His tapered waist to the dark curls at his groin. Monet himself could paint no better masterpiece, and put together the sum of his parts leaves Oliver desperate for more. 

“Sometimes,” he murmurs, removing a leaf that’s gotten snagged in Elio’s hair. “...I can’t help thinking I wasn’t real until I met you.”

Elio hums. Soft and playful. “That’s funny,” he says, draping his arms around his neck. “Sometimes I think I dreamed you into life.”

There’s a quiet moment of understanding. Gentle as the ocean waves lapping the cliff’s edge below. They might be a secret to the rest of the world, but the pair of them know what they mean to one another, and Oliver’s eyes burn with unsatisfied tears as he slips a still-clothed thigh between Elio’s, pinning him down as the steady push-pull of stimulation drives them ever higher. 

Elio goes immediately pliant - content like always to be naked before him - and Oliver pins his wrists above his head, wondering if love always feels so overwhelming. So electric. So gut-wrenchingly painful. There will never be enough time to slake his longing, and loath as he is to admit it, Oliver’s already preparing for the day he can’t quite recall the sound of Elio’s pleasure. 

The specific point on his side that makes him giggle and squirm. 

The sense of utter completion he’s discovered nowhere save the sanctuary of his arms.

He knows who he’s supposed to be. Who he needs to be. And despite his deepest wishes Elio Perlman will soon be lost to the relentless march of time. The burden of family responsibility is Oliver’s only option, and in following the path of least resistance he must consign his first love - his forever love - to some tchotchke-ridden corner of his consciousness.  

A sun-bleached chapter of freedom and candour, when if he were just a little braver, it could be an entire book.

#cmbyn fanfic #elio x oliver #journal fic prequel #call me by your name

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Ao'nung!!! He needs more smut!

Maybe human au!

🍑💋❤️

Omg yes!

🪽Say yes to heaven, say yes to me 🪽

Ao'nung x oc. Humanau

Art by the wonderful @fkarelyxoxo follow them by the way!!

(Ao'nung 24, oc 22. Stepcest)

This song hits different!! 👌

[Warning : smut, stepcest, p in v, spanking, rough sex, sneaky sex, mentions of cheating, oral female and male receiving, drinking, drunk sex. Enjoy 😉]

Ao'nung had always had girls throwing themselves at him. But of course, he turns down some, some he sleeps with. But that's only because he is buying time. He's waiting.

For her. His step sister, Jada. She's a gem. A prize and catch to some, but to him she's his woman, his sweetheart..she just doesn't know it yet. But after finding out her boyfriend cheated he was there.

He made sure to make her forget about him. How? A party, of course. Ao'nung had planned a party for her.

7 hours later

Jada was tipsy drunk singing while dancing a little bit, stumbling as he saw her curves through her outfit. A white tube dress with knit knit string on the bottom, Jada was smiling as Ao'nung follows her to her room.

Jada got her lip gloss but before she could turn around she felt strong hands on her mouth and hip

Ao'nung: Shh~ pretty girl. Don't scream I want you to know that I wanna make you feel better.

Jada took his hand off her mouth.

Jada: How?

Ao'nung closed the door locking it

Jada: What are you-?

Ao'nung kissed her lips. He didn't hold back, his tongue was almost down her throat. It was longer than hers. He grabbed her ass cuffing the right cheek, but smacking the left cheek.

Jada pulled back blushing: What the- what are you doing?

Ao'nung: What does it look like, princess? I'm gonna make you feel better, fuck you waaay better then that cheating prick you had for a boyfriend. I'll be your new man. Trust me, honeybun.

He pushed her on the bed Jada blushed as he pulled her tune dress top down. She grown some.

Ao'nung: Damn, sexy. You went from B cup to double D cup. Fuck..your making me horny baby girl.

He sucked on her breasts and nipple, looking at her with those blue eyes that peirced into her brown ones, right into her soul.

Ao'nung took his clothes off : Let big brother make you feel good.

He pinned her on the bed. Jada couldn't resist her urges and desires. She kisses him as he lifts her skirt moaning into the kiss.

Ao'nung: You ready?

Jada: Yes..I am.

Ao'nung slid inside her wet, warm, tight walls groaning and moaning. He picked up pace a little.

Ao'nung: Ah, yes, yes. Oh Jada, you feel so good.

Later on

Moans filled the room

The LED light is red now. Jada and Ao'nung's moans were loud now

Say yes to heaven, say yes to me. I got my eye on you, I got my eye on you.

Ao'nung: Ah, fuck baby yes! Yes!

Jada wraps her arms around his neck as he thrusts faster having her a moaning mess. He then pulls out eating her out

Jada: Ah! Ao'nung, Ao'nung yes!

Ao'nung licked his lips of her juices : you taste so sweet baby.

He licked her clit she shivered crying out

Jada: Ah! Brother, yes! Your tongue feels so good!

Ao'nung smirked : Then you can return the favor princess.

He stroke his 10 inch cock Jada lean down licking the tip.

Ao'nung; Fuck..that's it baby..show me how much you love me.

Jada sucked his cock he moaned his eyes shut head thrown back.

They went back fucking, he slap her ass as she rode him.

Jada: Ahh, God yes, yes! Ao'nung yes fuck me harder baby! I'm yours your mine Ao'nung ~!

Ao'nung: Shit- I'm close I'm so fucking close Jada, this pussy is mine! It feels like heaven. You're my girl from now on, babe.

They came together.

7 months later

Their family had a reunion 🫂

Jada had a blue and white dress that hugged her curves. Ao'nung had his white tank top on he looked at Jada he saw her thick ass.

She had no panty line..and was bending over..while cooking...fuck!

Ao'nung couldn't take it. He took her away for a moment. He took her to his room and pinned her to the wall.

Ao'nung: So, you think it's funny to tease your big brother in front of everyone with this pretty dress and no panties?

Jada acted innocent but it was obvious.

Ao'nung: That won't worry princess.

He lifts her dress before pulling his pants down halfway. He went inside her she moaned as he kept thrusting faster and faster. Her wet pussy gripped him.

Ao'nung: Fuck, yes, yes. Oh baby you feel so good. My naughty slut..look at you all hot and bothered just for me.

Jada: Ao'nung, some- oh fuck someone might hear us.

Jada was nervous someone could walk in.

Ao'nung: Don't worry, princess. I locked the door now, your mine. Oh fuck this pussy is so good. So wet for me, ah Jada, Jada, yes, yes!! I'm so close, baby girl! Ohh make me cum! Let me make you cum~!

He tried to keep quiet but it didn't work he knew everyone might hear, but he didn't care.

His eyes rolled in the back of it his head as he thrusts faster his hips slammed into hers as they both were moaning in pleasure.

Jada: I'm cummin Ao'nung!

Ao'nung: me too babe! Me too! Fuck, can't..pull..out!

Jada tried to stop him, but nothing worked she was too overtaken by pleasure to push him away, so was he. Ao'nung lift her up, pressing her back against the wall, thrusting faster.

Ao'nung: I'm cumming princess- Jada yes!!

Jada: Ao'nung, Ao'nung AO'NUNG!! YES AO'NUNG FUCK!

They came together. Jada was coming off her high as was Ao'nung, who was sweating and panting.

Ao'nung: I love you my princess.

Jada: I love you too, my prince.

They ran away together getting married. Now their waiting for their 1st baby to be born.

[That's all folks!!♡ Hope you enjoyed 😉 it! Request box is open!]

#avatar way of water #avatar oc #avatar james cameron #stepcest avatar #avatar ao'nung #avatar human au #ao'nung smut

[nerdieforpedro]

Canta para mi (You sing for me)

Nuestras Canciones (Our Songs)

Santiago Garcia x Amalia (plus size OFC)

Main Masterlist / Santiago Garcia Masterlist

Fic is teens and up. My entire blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 593

Summary: A night like many Amalia shares with her husband Santiago. They intertwine with each other. Her voice explains her love for him.

Warnings: None - just domestic fluff

Notes: I promised it would get sweeter, it is with a tinge of melancholy. ☺️

Though she couldn't play an instrument, Amalia used her voice. Daily. It changed depending on whoever she spoke to and what the subject matter was. 

Soft. Stern. Curious. Kind. Jovial, sullen, compassionate, alluring, indifferent.

“So many things you do with it all day. Forget all that! Come! Let’s sing!” Santiago had told her, wrapping his hands around his wife’s ample hips in the living room and leading her to dance to one of her favorites Stevie Wonder “As.” She laughed and called him ‘loco’ to which he replied “You love it querida!” And nuzzled his bushy beard into the nape of her neck, causing her to giggle. The pair floated around the room laughing and singing to a playlist Santi had set up for her on tough days. The speaker would blast the music throughout the house.

When their dances would end or they’d just get tired enough, they’d sit on the couch and cuddle into one another. Sometimes Santiago would remain the big spoon and other times Amalia’s legs would be spread so Pope could lay his back against his wife's soft belly and breasts. She’d mingle her fingers in his curls as another hand made small circles over his chest. They would remain connected like this for a few hours. If one of them drifted off to sleep, it was the other’s responsibility to wake them and get them to bed.

On one such night, Amalia’s hand was strumming her husband’s chest as she played with his salt and pepper curls. Their color had changed but not their silken texture. “I thought of something for you Santi. Escucha por favor (Listen please).” Pope remained silent as he heard his wife's voice ring out into the room.

My strong anchor when I feel adrift

Kind words when I arrive

Beaming laughter teasing me

Even when I was scared of myself

You held onto me

Never let me go

Forever etched in memory

The day you said you’d never leave

You’ve wiped so many of my tears

I hope I’ve been a balm to your aches

Brought clarity to your muddled waters

Mi esposo Mi corázon Mi vida (My husband, my heart, my everything)

Te amo Santiago (I love you Santiago)

He had closed his eyes while he listened to her voice. It was clear she had worked on it and it wasn’t a spur of the moment song. That made it all the more special. His wife had written a song for him, something only his like she was. Santiago hadn’t realized that his beard was a little wet from his tears. He only knew when he removed his glasses to rub his eyes. Amalia placed both her hands on her husband’s chest and kissed his forehead, his bountiful curls tickling her chin. “Let go Santiago. It’s just you and me. I’m here with you. You’re safe, you’re home.” Quiet sobs of Amalia’s husband now filled the room where there had been music. She let him continue until he fell asleep, remaining with him until the sun rose the next morning. 

“One night of uncomfortable sleep is plenty to give him for what he’s given me.” Amalia told herself when she woke in the morning. Pope’s eyes were puffy but had a subtle glow to them. He was already awake and handed her coffee prepared as she liked it.

“Even after all these years you still surprise me cariño. You’ll sing to me another night won’t you?” Amalia nodded and took her first sip of the day. Bold. Rich. Sweet. Creamy. Warm.

Previous: Verse One

Next: Verse Three

Santi's Peaches 🍑: @for-a-longlongtime @legendary-pink-dot @maggiemayhemnj @morallyinept @megamindsecretlair @pedritapascal @rhoorl @dameron-grant-spector @pamasaur @sin-djarin @i-own-loki @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @readingiskeepingmegoing @saturn-rings-writes @yorksgirl @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @musings-of-a-rose

#fanfiction #oscar isaac #oscar issac characters #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #Santiago gracia x plus size OFC #Neustras Canciónes #Our songs

[lovelytsunoda]

former drivers

🌹   = personal favourite 🎄= christmas collection

🍑   = spicy / smutty 🍂 = cozy collection

 🌩  = emotional / angsty 💍 = wedding saga

🐥 = domestic bliss

nyck de vries

monza is for believers 🌩🌹

summary: nyck gets his f1 debut, and y/n is there to watch his dreams come true. after the race is over, he makes a decision that will alter the course of their friendship forever.

does your mother know (headcanons) 🍑🌹

summary: nyck’s wanted this for years, and now his dream is finally coming true. his girlfriend thinks it’s time to celebrate. or, celebratory sex with nyck to celebrate his alphatauri contract

dasher (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄

summary: its christmas in the netherlands, and nyck thought it would be a wonderful idea to bring y/n home to meet his family and feel what a small town winter is like. too bad she never told nyck that she didn’t know how to ice skate.

mick schumacher

graduation day ( headcanons ) 🌹

summary: mick’s girlfriend just graduated college, and he has never been more proud in his life

acne scars ( headcanons )

summary: mick discovers that his girlfriend has residual acne scars. just some more soft and supportive boyfriend mick <3

pumpkin patch ( cozy collection 2022 ) 🍂💍

summary: as y/ns favourite season draws near, mick realizes how desperately he wants to spend the rest of his life with her, and what better place to propose than in the prettiest pumpkin patch he has ever seen (mini fic)

country girl (shake it for me) (cota 2022 special !) 🍑🌹

summary: amidst the chaos of the 2022 season, mick retreats to texas for a break from reality and some quality family time on the ranch. of course, when he wears that cowboy hat and those tight jeans, rest and relaxation is the last thing on y/ns mind.

lucky people(headcanons) 🌹

summary: the adventures of bookworm-youtuber y/n and her adorable f1 driver boyfriend mick

fairytale of new york (the christmas collection 2022) 🎄🌩 🌹

summary: it's her first christmas alone, and he's wandering around new york in the middle of an existential crisis about his future. it was simply meant to be

tenderness (headcanons)

summary: soft aftercare with sweet lover boy mick <3

a thousand miles ( race of champions 2023 special edition fic ! ) 🌹

summary: searching for life after f1, the race of champions may just have the answer mick needs, in the form of a shy former w series driver who is just as lost as he is

the heart wants what it wants, baby🌹

summary: in this unofficial sequel to lucky people, our favourite booktuber and her golden retriever boyfriend do the the viral 'can you stand in the doorframe like boys in books do' trend.

his hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room 🍑

summary: she’s a woman with very specific taste. all she wants is to be worshipped, reminded of her worth, and mick is all to happy to use her as his altar.

kiss me down by the broken treehouse (the cozy collection 2023) 🍂🌹

honeymoons in the midwest, heart shaped jacuzzis and scented bubble bath. this is how mick wants the rest of his life to be

I can’t get no satisfaction 🌹🍑

camping out in the library after hours, and too stressed to retain information, the student librarian has an idea about how take all of that stress away. and it doesn’t involve reference books.

time after some time

mick is gone a lot because of his job, which makes the moments they share all the more special. especially the moments shared in the half light before he has to go and catch his next flight.

daniil kvyat

repercussions 🌹🐥

tired of flying under the radar after moving to monaco with her athlete sister, the last thing y/n expected was to fall in love with the russian she met at the bookstore.

#formula one x reader #formula one #lovelytsunodas masterllist #the cozy collection 2022 #the christmas collection 2022