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mooneyedcanine · 9 months

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good etiquette demands i remain soft and accessible in the face of my own ending

#my art #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill gabriel #ultrakill fanart #ultrakill art #i love this dumb angel so much #acute angle #i've really liked that song for a couple years now #and realized it kinda suits him #which spawned this #so its inspired by the album art ofc #first fully colored piece in a long time!#i cant take much credit but yeah #wait tumblr made this look really fucking crusty :(#oh well

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year

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#good omens #good omens memes #good omens crack #aziraphaůe #a cute angel #acute angle #the acute angel is archangel michael :D #i hope you like a cute angle :)#*me doing silly things at night instead of going to sleep*#jokes

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ropesbypatricia · 10 months

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Now is the hour for self-soothing and for self-swaddling ~ Come, let us build ourselves an egg to sulk inside🥚

Refreshen through a compression session

*Self-tie egg ~ 24m of 6mm jute

#shibari #rope #self tie #sulk with a smile #egg #swaddle #red rope #tutorial #turn into the acute angels #or don't #summersault #art therapy #compression #self soothing #Come let us build ourselves a city And a tower with its top in the heavens And let us make a name for ourselves Lest we be scattered abroa #mark pritchard #solo #me myself and i

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stabbyfoxandrew · 8 months

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I can be ur devil or i can be ur angle

(Guardian Angel plsssssssss) - @jtl-fics

WIP Wednesday (9/27) | Guardian Angel Neil AU

After he stirs the flavor packet in, Andrew shoves Kevin’s long legs into the floor so he can sit down to eat.

“Hi, Andrew,” Kevin says, barely glancing at him. Andrew grunts in reply and looks over at the TV screen, where Nicky is absolutely obliterating Aaron. He should be laughing at Aaron’s pisspoor gaming and trying to get a reaction out of him by now. But his entire belief system was just ripped out from under him, so Andrew just sits quietly and stirs at his food.

These last couple months he thought he was essentially talking to himself. But Neil is real. Andrew’s got proof and everything! A feather from an angel’s wing, right under his pillow! That’s kind of creepy of him, isn’t it? Definitely.

Well. Oopsie. It’s Andrew’s very first time encountering the supernatural, Neil will have to excuse him. Speaking of Neil… Andrew’s got to get back up there. He’s got to… Well, he’s not sure what to do now. He’s got a couple ideas. But kissing an angel silly might just be against the rules.

Then again, it might not be. So Andrew scarfs down his noodles without tasting them at all, then rushes back up to the roof. Predictably, Neil isn’t there.

“Neil?” Andrew says. Then again. But the angel doesn’t make an appearance. His words from earlier ring in Andrew’s mind, ‘You have other things to do. I want you to take care of yourself. See you tomorrow.’

Andrew chews on his lip then goes back inside without lighting a cigarette. He finishes the assignments he’d let pile up in the last couple weeks then takes a shower and goes to bed at a decent time. And for the first time in what feels like years, he falls asleep quickly.

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#YOU ARE ACUTE ANGLE!!!! <3<3 hehehe here u go beloved #andreil #aftg #WIP Wednesday #Guardian Angel Neil AU #answered #🕊️#anon #jtl-fics

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oldschoolfrp · 2 years

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A High Programmer styling himself “The Maker” imprints an artificial personality on a mutant who becomes “The Cybernetic Messiah, The Computer’s best beloved clone, sent to lead His children to that big storage peripheral in the sky,” in John M Ford’s “The Second Coming,” a 1-page Code 7 Paranoia adventure in Acute Paranoia (West End Games, 1986; Jim Holloway illustration). The First Church of Christ Computer-Programmer, the FCCC-P, first was mentioned as a secret society in the core Paranoia rules.

#Paranoia #Jim Holloway #John M Ford #Acute Paranoia #First Church of Christ Computer-Programmer #First Church of Christ Computer Programmer #FCCC-P #satire #computer program #angel

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drama-glob · 11 months

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I know we don't know if all of the Deadly Sins are fallen angels or not, but I just had to make this meme with Ozzie. ;) I mean, look at that face. ^_^<3<3<3

Clearly I made this before "Western Energy" and forgot about it. :/ Feel free to just imagine "Western Energy" in place of "The Circus." ;)

Yeah, totally out of character for the Prince of Greed to be obsessed with money. ;) XD

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seniouesbabes · 27 days

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Lily Maymac 🌸💋🍒🌸 LAST DAY IN CALI

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soldsouls · 4 months

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When Gale mentions he once summoned a magma mephit in his youth, says he was lovely and they still keep in touch, I imagine Luci just giving him the weirdest side look, the kind you could not possibly miss. You might assume he's thinking something nasty, but it's largely disbelief and "that's fckn weird". His own experience with mortals has been more in-line with Shovel's: starved, ignored, beaten, tossed around, all-in-all treated like an animal or worse than one. After all, imps and quasits and other such beings are generally considered "not people". He can't quite believe Gale feels differently.

#OOC / HOLLY.#starvation tw #abuse tw #I grant you mephits aren't fiends but the point stands #there are many among the magically inclined who treat familiars like crap #honestly Luci doesn't even consider himself a 'person' because he's an imp #and tis generally only elves / humans / dwarves / etc who are categorized as 'people'#not that he considers himself less than mind you. it doesn't bother him to not fall into the 'people' category #neither do archdevils. neither do angels. neither do gods. y'know?#the key point is the way you get treated when someone doesn't consider you a person #he's extremely shocked and mistrustful when other party members approach him like a person #moreso for the magically inclined like Gale or ppl with history with devils like Wyll and Karlach #at best he considers it a misguided reaction due to him appearing elven [if he LOOKED like an imp would they still treat him this way?]#or false politeness as so many adopt for manipulation #it would take a significant event to get him to believe it's genuine #he thinks he's clear on what his place is in the party and that it depends on him staying useful enough + just shy of overly irritating #[irritating to some degree is fine but there's a reason he won't antagonize Minthara for example #he thinks they'd all smash his head in without an ounce of regret if he pushes the wrong buttons #he's acutely aware some have far less tolerance than others [again Minthara] — that's his opinion on the matter anyway #whether it's true is up to whoever writes them of course]

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caruliaa2 · 9 months

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what if you needed reassurance abt smth very specifc . and you wanted to go to a specifc person for the reassurance. but that person is so busy ad talking abt and getting reassurance abt this thingwas also a topic that you know your upsetness abt lead to them feeling bad too becuase hastag every single thing i touch become sick with sadness or whatever but then you where like oh i know. i have what they said writen down someonewhere in mydrawer my drawer of things theyve said to me i think its actually at the very top of my drawer even so i dont have to do searching thru things and then im like oh yeah my drawer is in a room with a bunch of my other shit and the key was stolen by someone whose refused to even listen to me when ask if they can maybe unlock the drawer and this has been the case for THREE WEEKS NOW STAFF UNSHADOWBAN @CARULIAA NOW !!!! @staff @support @joebiden @taylorswift @god @carmensandiego

#im going to blowed up NOWW im not even jokingg uh !!!#flappy rambles #EDIT: IM REMOVING @MISHACOLLIONS WHY DID IT ATUALLY AT HIM. MISHA IM SO SORRY #LOVED UR WORK AS GAY ANGEL CASTIEL IM JUST HAVE A MENTAL BREAKDOWN SORRYY #its @ing taylor now idc i dont thts rly her still running her acct. or if it is HII TAYLOR ILYSMM IM SO SORRY UR MUSIC IS THE BESTEST EVER #edit. oh my god @joebiden isnt the offical acct run by the intern its just an empty url. please not be used in years please #dont be a popular blogger whose gonnsa screendshit this and mock me #if you are look okay i didnt fucking know thisi was actually gonna @ a real person so if you make fun of me ur just a dick #and ik u already are if you where going to but like. look dm me ill start a sideblog and post whatever stupid shit u want there #and u can screenshot that to make fun of. pls just leave me and my acutal moment of vunrubilty alone please okay

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adoranoia · 1 year

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what part of this haunted house are you?

the mirror. // what do you see today? better yet, what don’t you see today? probably the same as yesterday, right? everything at once and nothing at all. you know the face looking back at you enough to know that it is not your own, whatever that means. you’ve learned by now that your face is irrelevant, one that takes a backseat to the ones that come to you every day, asking you to show them lies.

you don’t, of course, you are an amalgamation of all the faces looking back at you, a reflection of themselves. there is nothing but truth in that. don’t take it too personally, then, when they scream in your face and take off running. you show them what they show you: who they are. it’s something you can relate to, isn’t it? not being able to confront yourself face-to-face.

#* && OOC #* && PROMPTS #* && EUGENE SIMS / TEEN ANGEL .#HM. PAIN. I'M IN PAIN ACUTALLY ASDFGHJKL #anyway hi i stole this how are you lmaoooooooo #anyway :pinches fingers: it's abt others seeing their differences and disliked parts of themselves in you and taking it out on you i think #and you learning to dislike those parts of yourself as well. y'know #idk! that's how i read it anyway in context of mister gene..............

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tillman · 2 years

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their ages btw lmao +some others i can think of

#angels dont . theyre not like. biological so its fine #midi (oc)#bask (oc)#the knight (oc)#not tagging the other fucking clownns #acutally now i wanna draw announcer

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bilalhammadsblog · 4 days

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Throughout the first five months of the war, both my big sister and my sister in law had been pregnant. They had to endure constant displacement and unspeakable horrors on top of pregnancy discomforts. The few times I was able to reach my sister, she would keep praying not to go into labor before that nightmarish reality ended.

Sadly, things did not go her way. The war was raging when she gave birth to beautiful baby Ossama, and it still is ongoing. Almost at the same time my brother and his wife had sweet baby twin girls, Ritaj and Rital. The three little angels are rocked to sleep by the sound of bombs and buzzing drones instead of lullabies. Due to the unsanitary conditions in their tent and formula scarcity, the newborns have been constantly suffering from acute respiratory infections as well as slow weight gain. The only medical care they were getting was that of an overcrowded field hospital with limited resources, and even that is now denied to them as my family has been forcibly evacuated again from Rafah to Khan Yunis where nothing is left but rubble.

As you may well know, many babies in Gaza are lost while waiting for consideration. The doctors previously insisted that the little ones would fail to thrive and fully recover if they stayed in the same unhealthy environment.

Despite everything, these babies are a source of hope and strength for us. Please don't let them fade away. My family is barely holding on for their sake and that of their older brothers and sisters.

We would be forever grateful for any kind of support.

Please donate if possible and reblog as often as you can 🙏

#free palestine #freepalastine🇵🇸#palestine 🍉

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linuxfemme · 16 days

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yay for giving up!! can i get a hell yeah for giving the fuck up??

#throwing my hands up at this point and going ok i did all i could! not doing any more rn thank u! gonna rest a bit #and ask for a ton of help ty!#gonna see if i can take fmla or smth w both me n my fiance's acute health problems i cant keep working #gonna move back in w my mom #starting genuinely from square one at age 24 but thats okay #i have my angel and my family and we will still have a good life together #im just so tired. yay for giving up i am so excited to have less on my plate.

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twoheadedstar · 1 year

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👁️ranting in tags you know how it is👁️

#I'm so hungover from talking to you yesterday. and now it's another 'you'#a lesser you. an easier to talk to 'you' than the 'you' I keep talking to #and you're right that it's unfair. that it's easier to be angry at your role in this than hers #but that does not mean my anger is any less justified in its degree #I thought the anger had consumed me until I saw you #God you were so embittered. so passive aggressive that it rendered you unrecognisable #And yet you're still taking the easy road. You're still with her and yet you despise me to the point of deformity #What's it like when you wake up next to her? when you kiss her? Do you think of her doing the same to me?#Do you think of how brainwashed I was? Does it repulse you like it repulses me?#I don't know how you can be so acutely aware since day one of how fucked up her actions were and STILL stay #And your explanation made no fucking sense. I don't think it even makes sense to you #I was too much of a mess to handle afterwards? Sure. You had mentioned wanting to adopt me but sure. I can understand that.#But since the person who MADE ME INTO THAT MESS was all calm and contrite -- you stayed with her?#And so you left me because you could see it was going to eat me alive and didn't want any part of it.#You wash your hands of it #But you were fine being a part of HER life since SHE was an angel.#And I the imperfect victim.#You can forgive her for what she did to me but you can't forgive my sin of reacting to it when I was a teenager #To the point where tou look at me like I disgust you #The funniest part though #Was when you criticised me for saying at the time that she was perfect and good and would never hurt me and I was so mature for my age #so there was no way she could be hurting me and I knew what I was doing #did it feel good for you to rub that in my face? that I had let that happen to me? that I let it slide for three years?#Did it feel righteous and satisfying to look down on me for thinking that way when I wasn't even out of high school?#After everything I had just run away from? Everything YOU KNOW I went through?#I'm just glad I got to see your true face #And see what I don't want to become #txt

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lovebugism · 2 months

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hi bug!! for your shy!reader requests, idk if you’re going smutty w them but if you ARE: I love the concept of reader being generally pretty quiet, which extends to r’s sex life bc they’ve never thought to b otherwise… enter Hawkins’ own loudmouth DM who takes it upon himself to coax every noise out of reader that he can 💖🫡

ty for requesting! here's my first attempt at smut on here since 2023 :D — eddie teaches his quiet gf how to be louder in the bedroom (shy!fem!r, smut 18+)

Eddie’s face appears from beneath the covers — pale cheeks flushed, chestnut hair wild. He’s still got his ringed fingers wrapped ‘round your thighs, clutching you with the same intensity he’d had when his face was shoved between them.

He blinks at you with chocolate eyes and drags his tongue across his lip. His pink mouth is softly swollen with use and glittering with your honey. “Is this okay?” he slurs between labored pants.

You lift your swimmy head from the pillow and peer at him through the valley of your breasts, rising and falling with each deep breath. You nod until the words catch up to you. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s— it’s good,” you answer breathlessly, though you don’t think that describes the half of it.

There aren’t enough words in the English language you could string together to describe how he makes you feel. How good he is with his tongue. How you’re throbbing clit still pounds like a heartbeat for more of him.

“Okay. Good,” he huffs with a lazy nod.

His fingers fidget around your thighs when he shifts on the mattress, wincing slightly when his sensitive cock ruts against it. “I just… I wanted to make sure, you know? ‘Cause you weren’t… You weren’t really… Saying anything.”

He forces out a chuckle to keep the honeyed mood light while horror floods your features. Your eyes soften around the edges with worry. “What was I… What was I supposed to say?” you squeak.

“Nothing!” he answers quickly, eyes going wide when he senses your panic. “It’s just… Most— Most people moan when they feel good and stuff…” His lip quirks in a lopsided smile before a laugh sputters from them. “I mean, you’ve heard me. I’m fucking loud.”

He is. He’s more than loud, actually — full of gruff moans, pretty whimpers, and neverending praise. He never leaves you with an ounce of worry when you’re with him ‘cause he’s constantly rambling about how good you feel.

“Fuck, baby, that’s good— Oh, shit,” he babbled while he fucked your mouth, some minutes ago now. He whimpered after, high-pitched and faraway.“Gonna make me cum— so fucking hard— in your pretty little throat. Fuck, angel. Fuck—”

You writhe on the mattress, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin.

You become acutely hyperaware of how bare you are below him, with his face mere inches from your glistening pussy and his chocolate eyes swimming with warmth. You feel more naked than you already are. Totally fucking see-through.

“Sorry,” you murmur sheepishly. “I just… I guess, I’m just quiet. I don’t know.”

Eddie smiles like he isn’t wearing your slick all over his chin. “That’s okay,” he assures with an innocuous twinkle in his eye. “But you don’t have to be. You know that, right?”

You blink at him until you realize the question isn’t rhetorical.

His smile falls into a mischievous smirk when you nod.

“Be as loud as you want for me, yeah? Make all the noise you want…”

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He’s a menace.

Eddie Munson is a total fucking menace.

He doesn’t eat your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. No, he takes his good and well time with you — like he plans on doing this, and only this, for the rest of his life.

Your inner thighs are slick with saliva. His spit drips down your ass, along with your honey, as his tongue laps mercilessly at your cunt. Slowly, gently, agonizingly. It’s like he can’t help but be so sloppy. Like he can’t help but drool all over your pussy ‘cause he loves it so damn much.

“Eddie, please,” you whine through heavy pants, clammy hands cradling your knees to keep them spread for him. “I wanna cum, Eddie. Please, I wanna cum.”

If he’s doing all this to get you talking, well, it’s fucking working.

His mouth smacks when it parts from your sensitive clit. The delicate button is as swollen as his lips are now. His pretty face is utterly blissed out — mouth rosy, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed. Like he’s found heaven in your pussy.

“Shit,” he huffs with a crooked smile, still a bit breathless. “You taste too good… Got me all distracted… Wasn’t tryin’ to tease you, babe, I swear.”

He pulls back the sticky hood of your cunt with a ringed hand. You keen when his thumb rolls over your throbbing clit. “Fuck, Eds,” you gasp — back arched, head thrown back.

“Need it that bad, huh?” He chuckles quietly when your hips buck into his hand, desperate for more.

“Please, Eds,” you beg with your eyes squeezed shut. Tears burn in the very corners of them, stinging like you might cry at how good he’s making you feel. At how badly you want him to make you cum.

Spit dribbles from his pursed mouth onto your already slick pussy. He rubs it in with guitar string-calloused fingers, and your toes curl into the sheets. “Wanna cum?” he slurs, blinking slowly at your trembling form with pretty button eyes. “Wanna cream on my tongue?”

You whine at the vulgarity of his words — and at the lightning strike that rushes down your spine when his merciless fingers graze your pulsing clit. Swallowing down a sob, you nod rapidly against the pillow.

Eddie kisses your pussy like he would your mouth. Your honey clings to him when he pulls away, smirking up at you with glittering lips. “Then keep talking for me, yeah?”

#published by bug #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things imagine #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #st drabbles #eddie spaghetti drabble

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moonstruckme · 1 month

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hmmm how about james potter and shy reader’s first kiss? 💘

Idk how this sat so long in my inbox, thank you for requesting (and for your patience) angel!

James Potter x shy!reader ♡ 998 words

You know James has been holding back on your account. He’s still a thousand times braver than you are, always with a hand cast over your shoulders or resting on your back or clasped around yours and compliments dropping from his lips like they’re nothing. You find it easier to reciprocate when he makes the first move like that. To lean into his side, tighten your fingers around his, smile and tell him he looks lovely, too.

Tonight he seems to be taking things further, and you suspect you know why. He’s seemed reluctant to let you out of arm’s reach all night. Instead of just holding your hand, he’d played with your fingers while you’d sat in the cinema. He’d pushed your hair out of your face when you turned to talk to him, and a couple of times he’d wiped chocolate from the corner of your mouth that you suspect wasn’t really there. Now, as you’re walking home, he’s rubbing a slow, absentminded back-and-forth across the back of your hand with his thumb. It feels like he’s testing the waters.

You’ve been dating for a while now. You’d wondered when it would come.

James walks you up your front steps, every smile he beams your way worsening the bone-thuddering beat of your heart. It’s not necessarily James that scares you. He’s perfect and lovely and kind, and you want him close so badly it’s humiliating.

He squeezes your hand in his, and your nerves misfire, the toe of your shoe catching on the top step. You gasp as you pitch forward, but James is quick. He grabs you around the middle and you save yourself with your other foot.

“Whoa,” he laughs. “You alright, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “Sorry, I don’t know how that happened.”

“They are your own front steps,” James points out. There’s a knowing in his eyes, in the soft curl of his bottom lip, that makes your cheeks warm and your stomach flutter. “I hate to think of what unfamiliar steps do to you if you’re falling right outside your own home.”

“I know.” You look down, pretending you need to check your shoelaces or brush off your pants or some other ruse he won’t believe, and try not to be so acutely aware of how he hasn’t let you go. “It’s humiliating. The neighbors will talk.”

“Let me know if they do. I’ll set them straight.”

You grin up at him, and James’ expression is as warm as his voice. His eyes go molten as they meet yours, a look now familiar and yet newly thrilling every time. It makes your spine feel rubbery.

“Thanks for coming tonight,” he says, voice gone a bit softer than usual. “I had a really great time.”

“I did, too,” you reply earnestly. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“You’re always invited, sweetheart.” His touch slips from around your middle, taking your hand again. “See you Friday, then?”

When you’d told James how busy you’d be this week, he’d penciled himself into your schedule for Friday, when the pandemonium will have ceased. He wants to cook you dinner. You think you’ll likely deliquesce into a heart-shaped puddle when he does.

“See you then.” You smile, and he smiles back, and then intention solidifies in his gaze.

You hold your breath.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

“Please.” The word leaves you on a sigh, and then James is stepping closer to you, your fingers tightening on his.

The first soft press of his mouth is gentle and chaste. Warm, like the rest of him, like sunlight given form. His hand comes up to hold the side of your face, and you lean into the touch on instinct, slotting your nose alongside his to get him closer. It starts so slow and lovely you’re not sure you can handle anything more, but then James parts his lips and you mirror him reflexively and his sunlight is pouring into you.

You let go of his hand to wrap both your arms around his neck, and James smiles against your lips as you press closer to him, his hand gentle on your face as he slows you both down again with sweet, soft kisses to your bottom lip.

“Easy,” he says, his own voice slightly hoarse now. It sends shivers down your spine, light as a feather’s touch. “Let’s give the neighbors one headline at a time, yeah? Don’t want to overwhelm the presses.”

You’re lost for words. You let your forehead rest against his, eyes still closed, savoring the warmth emanating from your lips.

“Sweetheart, you with me?” James tilts his head up so his nose bumps into yours. You feel your lips curve of their own volition. “Was that okay?”

You hum. “You’re right,” you say, impressed with how normal you manage to sound. “I think we should go inside so they’re left to wonder.”

That earns you a hearty laugh, James grasping your shoulders when you’re forced away from him by the raucousness of it.

“You said you were tired just a few minutes ago,” he reminds you.

“I feel awake now.”

He laughs again, delighted, and your face warms at your own brazenness. James lets his touch slip down your arms to your hands again, taking them in his and squeezing reassuringly.

“As much as I’d like to,” he says, “you’ve got a big week. I should let you get to bed. Plus—” he gives you a roguish grin “—keeping you wanting more is how I get you to let me in here on Friday.”

You grin down at your shoes. “That’s very conniving of you.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m nefarious that way. But one more.”

James tilts your face up with a hand, pressing one quick, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling out of your reach. You know you look as surprised as you feel, because his eyes dance with amusement as he backs down the stairs, his smile poorly repressed.

“See you Friday, sweetheart.”

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