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Someone give me one of these. With any muse 🥵🥵🥵
smut prompt list no. 3
1) mirror sex
2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them
3) fully clothed x stark naked
4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)
5) body worshipping
6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)
7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)
8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck
9) revenge sex
10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them
11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials
12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing
13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor
14) library sex for those dark academia vibes
15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar
16) accidental i love you’s during sex
17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place
18) a/b/o
19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit
20) sleepy domestic sex
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Her free hand flexed in an attempt to keep from raising her hand to her cheek. She couldn't get sentimental. Not now. It would show him just how much he had gotten under her skin. "Oh yes. I was drinking throughout your entire fight. Good thing you stopped when you did otherwise I would've finished the whole vodka bottle by myself," she chuckled. It was a terrible coping mechanism, but it worked for her. It lessened her own insecurities. Perhaps one of these days, she would find enough courage to finally seek comfort from someone other than CT. "What will you have? Shot? Beer? A fruity little drink named after a posh city?"
Bright blue eyes looked down at their joined hands. He continued to try and get across that he wouldn't ever be any good for her; evidenced by this very situation. His lifestyle was dangerous, and he wasn't a good person, and he'd never be able to commit to her - all things he reminded her of semi-frequently, yet she never turned him away if he showed up, and if he didn't, she always came back round. CT knew it was probably selfish to keep her round, rather than cut ties permanently. If he was a better man he'd actually follow through with his warnings by kicking her out of his life, but he wasn't a better man, and he liked having her around though he'd probably never said it aloud. A small chuckle left him at her words and he nodded, his eyes lifting to meet her chocolate hues. "Ya, I know. Pretty sure yer right mad, but it works in me favor." he teased, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her cheek. "Ya got anythin' ta drink?"
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"I mean... not intentionally, no, but I also wouldn't say no to it..." Her cheeks burned at the suggestion. She wouldn't necessarily say no to a job, especially here, but she picked up that he was probably just joking to make her feel better about the situation. It was sweet. He was being nice and spending time with her when he could easily be on his way after a tiring night. "I'm not saying that there's anything bad about working out. Just that... this is your job and you should have a way to release stress from the job. Does that make sense? I'm relatively boring. I read books, I run... but most of my time is taken up by school and part time jobs."
Nick couldn't help the chuckle that left him as she started rambling. She was pretty damn adorable. "Well, thanks love." he said with another laugh. His brows rose slightly as she continued. "You lookin for a job?" he mused with a slight smirk. Truth was, she wasn't wrong. There had been countless times he could've used somebody to patch him up, but instead went home, poured alcohol on his wounds and down his throat to deal because going to the hospital was out of the question for several reasons. Nick tilted his beer to his lips, finishing it off and ordering another round for them both. Wrapping his hand around the new bottle a light laugh left when she added that working out wouldn't count. His broad shoulders shrugged. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with liking to work out." he teased with a smirk. "I don't have many hobbies." he admitted with another shrug. "This takes up most a me time. But what about you?" he asked, tipping his bottle toward her. "You do anythin else sides takin' care a other people that don't appreciate it?" he asked teasingly.
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"Yea of course. But don't go telling everyone about my secret spot. You're the only person who I've brought here," he admitted with a small smile. Devin was walking a very precarious line here, but he couldn't help himself. She was unlike any girl he had met before. The only thing that was in the way was the fact that she was his boss's daughter. "I'm glad you came out..."
Allie laughed softly, her hand coming up to her lips as she shook her head. "No, no not like in a bad way!" she clarified with another small chuckle. "I just meant, I'm surprised." she offered with a slight shrug. She listened to his explanation, nodding in understanding, a small smile finding her face as he spoke. "That makes sense." she agreed, blue hues looking around once again to take in the small club. The music was relaxing and the atmosphere was almost intimate, but it really was nice. "Well, thank you for sharing it with me. It's nice."
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I can’t wait for yall to see Blaise in this reader!MalfoyxNeville series. When I write it. Which who knows when that’ll be. But it’ll be good 😊
Blaise Headcannons
Saved the best for last because I literally love him with my whole heart and soul 😊😌
- He’s a cat person
- Will always be holding your hand
- Always quietly making jokes to you in class and laughs a bit when you both get detention talking
- Man has a STARING problem. LIke always just has his eyes glued to you
- Literally knows everything. He’d always have the latest gossip and will tell you all the time.
- Has to constantly get the other guys out of trouble
- And if he does break rules(which he would) he’d never get caught by any teachers and the rest of the group is constantly trying to figure out how
- Has friends from other houses. They aren’t as close to him as the main slytherin group but you’ll still see him hanging out with them.
- Would love to play with your hair. He finds it very relaxing
- Personally I don’t think he’d be a player. I know a lot of people think that because of his mom but in my mind he wouldn’t be
- Speaking about Mrs. Zabini though, he would do anything for her and they have a really good relationship
- However the slytherin group is banned from going to his house because he refuses to let them thirst over 24/7
- Favourite subject is potions
- He’d have such good fashion taste and would love picking outfits out for you as well
- Likes bringing you to fancy dinners so he can show you off and he also just loves seeing the way your face lights up
- The best humour out of everyone.Like no matter what he always has people laughing
- Definitely has a sweet tooth and will only ever share his stash with you
- Good painter. He learned from his mom and will often paint little pictures for you to keep.
- Blaise is a hopeless romantic and I will die on that hill
- He’d literally be so good at writing you love letters and will always put a pressed flower in the envelope
- LOVESS candles so much and had like a billion in his dorm
- Also likes to read a lot and will often read a book to you to help you sleep if you ever struggle with it.
You guys really liked my last headcannons I posted so I thought I’d make more :) Hope you enjoy :)
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She looked down to their hands, allowing herself to accept the offer. The moment would be fleeting. That, she already knew. There were times where she would find herself tangled with him beneath the sheets only for him to remind her that this was nothing more than mutual satisfaction. That's all it could be, she assumed. Aly knew better than to expect more. He told her himself to stay away, but she couldn't bring herself to no matter how much she hurt when he left yet again. No, this was better. At least this way, she could still have some part of him. It was better than having nothing at all. Her thumb grazed his knuckles back and forth lightly. "I know you do. You should learn by now that that's not enough to scare me away," she replied, her mask of brightness faltering if only for a second.
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Ches sat still as she worked on his face, though his bright blue hues watched her own face. She really did deserve far better than someone like him in her life, but she kept comin' round despite his warnings for her to do exactly the opposite. The silence was comfortable. CT's business was always talkin and when he had a reprieve from that it was refreshing. Usually he only found it when he was in solitude, but Aly afforded it to him in this moment and it created almost an intimacy between them in that moment. When she did speak up he cleared his throat even as a chuckle followed. "Right, cause that's what I was worried bout." he teased, his accent thick as he took one of her hands in his, his knuckles still split and caked with dried blood. "Thanks, really. I do appreciate it even if I'm a right dick bout it."
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What about a sugar baby plot where she used to be stripper/call girl that is given the opportunity to drop that job in order to be full time for her high paying client. She goes from living pay check to pay check to going on vacations in exotic places and drinking the finest of champagne. The lifestyle is almost addicting to her so when he asks her to be his girlfriend she doesn’t think twice?? It isn’t until other girls flirt with him that she realize that feelings might be involved :))
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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
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"You don't think a dude like me would know of a place like this, much less like it? Ouch!" Devin grasped at his chest dramatically, wearing an over-exaggerated pained look on his face. "Kidding... but yea. When I first started off, I went to the usual bars and clubs around town. But then we started having reports of fights and being called in for underage drinking calls... I needed a place where I didn't have to constantly be on standby. A true place to relax, ya know?"
When they walked in Allie was a bit surprised. It wasn't the sort of scene she'd been expecting at all, but she would've been lying if she said she didn't enjoy the atmosphere. It was much more her vibe than a loud club, though she hadn't figured it would be his as well, and she liked that. A small smile curled the corners of her lips when he ordered for them, and when she curled her hand around the cool can she turned to him, unable to help the small smirk on her lips. "You did, very well. I'm surprised you know about a place like this honestly." She cracked open her can of seltzer and took a sip. "I like it."
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@roosterforme IT’S BEER BOY
He can't keep getting away with this
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He grinned as he entered the number into his phone. Devin found himself more motivated to complete his work quicker. It didn't take long for him to text her and for them to head to a sleepy little jazz bar that didn't seem to be too crowded for the evening. Most people their age were at the club or at some party, but this was more his speed. At least here, he could truly stay off the clock and not have to worry about being called in for some bar fight. "Beer for me and a seltzer for the lady here," he ordered from the bartender before turning to her. "So? What do you think? Did I do well?"
A small giggle left the brunette at the obviousness of the statement and she nodded as she reached down t grab one of his business cards off his desk. She turned it over and grabbed a pen, writing her number on the back of it before setting it back down on his desk. "Text me later, okay?" she assured, blue hues glinting as she gave him one last smile before she turned and headed toward her dad's office. She took a steeling breath before heading inside, knowing the man could practically read her like a book, and the last thing she wanted to do was get Devin in any trouble. She sat and ate and chatted with her dad, always enjoying his company and her thoughts only briefly traveled back to the man back outside the office. She couldn't help but wonder where he'd be taking her.
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"Don't get me wrong! You did amazing up there. I actually couldn't stop watching. Just maybe it wouldn't hurt to have some sort of nurse or doctor on standby to help out with the aftermath. It'd probably be easier than trying to explain at a hospital. And probably cheaper," Ayla rambled. She didn't want him to get the wrong idea. Sure, it wasn't her scene, but part of it intrigued her once she did take the atmosphere in. Plus, his company was certainly helping her feel more comfortable. "So aside from fighting, what do you like to do? And working out doesn't count."
Nick's brows rose slightly before a small chuckle left him as he nodded in understanding, like puzzle pieces were being put together before his eyes. "Ah, yer trainin' ta be a nurse. That makes sense." he said with another slight chuckle. No wonder she wasn't interested in seeing a bunch of grown men beat each other to a pulp. She was interested in helping people where as his profession was hurting people. "I can see why ya wouldn't wanna watch people fightin' then." he added with another small laugh as he took a sip of his beer. It wasn't often that Nick had an in depth conversation with a girl at the bar. Typically it was an exchange of names, some flirting, and then they were back to his place or hers. But it was clear that Ayla was different and it was actually a bit refreshing.
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Covering the Classics Part 7 | Bob Floyd x OC
Summary: Just when Anna starts to feel settled, a simple cookout at her friend's house turns everything upside down. Her jealousy shines through, and there's nothing she can do to try to take it back.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, masturbation, eventually 18+
Length: 4800 words
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)
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Things with Bob felt like they shifted back to normal again, and Anna was thankful for that. Every book she let him borrow was returned with a note folded up inside. Some of them were short and simple. When he handed back Love Letters of Great Men, the note simply said The dog eared pages are going to make me cry. But some of them were longer and more elaborate.
She was running a little late to meet him at the usual coffee shop, worried he would already be there. He seemed to end up paying for her drink every single time, which was honestly really sweet of him, but she felt like such a nuisance. When she walked inside, he was there, at a table with two steaming mugs in front of him and his nose buried in a book. In one of Anna's books. In her copy of Wuthering Heights.
Her whole body felt too warm as she thought about how much she would love to have Bob read every single one of the hundreds of books she owned. Maybe even read some parts out loud in that deep, soothing voice. She would love to hear his take on each plot and watch him blush as he called her the expert and asked for her opinions. She would love to take the book from his hands and pull him down into bed with her.
But she couldn't do that. They were just friends. So instead, she dropped down into the empty seat across from him and said, "Hi, Bob," with a smile she hoped wasn't as sad as she felt.
"Anna." Her name sounded like golden perfection when he said it, and she shivered. "This book... I can't stop reading it. I read it twice already," he said with a little laugh. "How in the world do you always know exactly what I'm going to like?"
Because she felt undeniably drawn to him and his preferences and everything about him.
"Because I'm a professional."
He laughed a little more as his pretty lake-blue eyes followed her cup as she brought it up to her lips. When the ceramic touched her, he looked away as his cheeks grew pink. He pushed the book across the table, and when she reached for it, he said, "Uh, just read that note later, okay?"
When she saw the edge of white paper sticking out from the worn pages, she said, "Sure, Bob."
He cleared his throat a little awkwardly. "Did you hear about the change of venue for tomorrow?"
Anna ducked her head. "Yeah, the girls told me about it at lunch yesterday. A cookout? Bradley wants to show off his new grill?"
Bob nodded and said, "Could be a nice change from the Hard Deck for once."
While he wasn't wrong, Anna hated that she still barely had enough money to make ends meet. San Diego was expensive, and when she asked Advanced Calculus what she could bring with her to their house to contribute to the meal, her friend said to bring hot dog and hamburger buns. Anna was already trying to figure out how to scrape together the ten dollars that would be required when Jessica said she already bought some along with chips and pretzels. When she didn't quite meet Anna's eyes, she knew for a fact that Jessica had figured her out.
"Yeah. I suppose," Anna told Bob. But at least at the Hard Deck, Penny didn't usually even charge her for the three dollar ginger ales. And if she did, one of the guys just put it on their tab like it was nothing. When she showed up empty handed to the cookout, she was going to feel awful that Jessica had covered for her.
"You want another coffee?" Bob asked, standing with his own mug, but Anna shook her head. She couldn't let him pay for another thing. Perhaps deleting multi millionaire Dev Borah's phone number wasn't her best move. Not that she would ever take advantage of someone for their money. Not after what Kevin did to her.
"No. But thank you. I actually can't stay very long today."
Bob nodded before saying, "No worries. I have dinner plans with Suzanne before Mickey picks me up for D&D anyway."
And there it was once again. The reminder that Bob didn't think about that kiss nearly as much as she did. "I hope you have a great time."
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It was late on Saturday night, and he should have been in bed, but Bob had his computer out. He reasoned that he could sleep in as late as he wanted tomorrow before heading to pick up the burgers Bradley asked him to bring for the cookout. He could stay up as long as it took for him to finish this poem and finally post it on PoetsAmongUs after looking at it for weeks.
If anyone knew he was writing about Anna, he would probably die on the spot. But nobody in his life knew he wrote anything in his free time, let alone the fact that he wrote poetry. And this poem was getting close to needing a 'mature' label if he was going to post it online.
"What are you doing?" he asked himself softly. Somehow he believed that writing about her specifically would cleanse him of these thoughts, but now he knew he was wrong. He proofread and posted his poem anyway while his skin prickled with need. He'd never experienced the kind of love his friends had, and in spite of all of her hesitations, he could imagine it happening with Anna. If anything, he liked that she seemed cautious and contemplative, he just wished she wasn't still that way toward him.
She made him want to keep leaving her notes in the books he borrowed from her, but she also made him feel like an idiot for wanting to do that. It was maddening. He needed to sleep, but he was too warm, imagining Anna once again in place of his faceless lover while he touched himself. He almost couldn't wait until the day when someone else would take her place in his mind, even if it meant settling.
The next day, he drove his old pickup toward the coast with the burgers and a six pack of ginger ale in tow. The Spanish revival style house that Bradley purchased before he and his wife made things official again was cute with desert landscaping, but she was the one who really made it a home. There was art hanging on the walls in every room, including a panoramic watercolor of the scenery of Virginia. The front bedroom had been turned into her home office, and for some reason, she had Bradley's fraternity paddle hanging in there. The house seemed more lived in now, and Bob knew Bradley was much happier for it.
"Hey, thanks man," Bradley told him, taking the bag of burgers when he got there. He was wearing his hideous Grateful Dead shirt and holding two cans of beer on one hand, but he still managed to give Bob a quick hug. "Sugar's out back, setting up some snacks and just generally looking hot. You want a beer?"
Bob held up the ginger ales in response and said, "Thanks, but I'll just have one of these for now." The last thing he wanted was a hangover like he had after their New Year's Eve party.
"Hi!" Jessica said as she and Jake walked inside, and she made a beeline right for Bob. "Have you given any more thought to how I should paint my barbarian?"
He just smiled as she started to push him through the kitchen toward the back door. "We just played yesterday. I didn't know you'd still be in the mood to talk about your ridiculous D&D character."
"Please," she practically whined. "You know how sensitive my barbarian is."
Bob snorted; truly he never would have expected he and she would have had so much in common, but even Jessica couldn't keep his attention once he saw who Bradley's wife was talking to. Anna had some freckles on her thighs. Her cutoff denim shorts went high enough up her legs that he was treated to the sight of freckles everywhere. And that wasn't all. Not even close. The deep "V" of her shirt revealed that there was a pretty good chance the freckles even trailed down inside her bra.
He wasn't going to survive the cookout if he had to look at her all afternoon. Her red hair was clipped up on top of her head with some sort of claw-shaped thing, and her skin was just everywhere. Her neck and her legs and the swell of her breasts. Her fingernails were burgundy again, just like the first day he saw her. She hadn't even noticed him yet, which was terrible, because if she had, he would have looked away by now. Instead he was given ample opportunity to memorize the way her legs looked as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, shuffling her beat up sneakers a bit along the patio.
"Oh," Jessica whispered, squeezing his bicep gently when he stopped responding to her. "Yeah, that'll do it." Her tone sounded slightly sympathetic, and it made Bob so self conscious. "Let's go say hi."
He shook his head jerkily and muttered, "In a second." Anna was currently laughing, head thrown back in delight, and Bob got the briefest peek at the strip of skin above her shorts and her bellybutton, and his brain actually stopped functioning. When she tipped her head forward again, an overjoyed smile still on her lips, she met his gaze. His brain jump started again as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, and he took a step in her direction before he could reconsider.
"Hey, Bob." She sounded a little breathless as she said his name while Bradley's wife smirked at the two of them. But he and Anna were just friends, and he needed to remember that.
"Anna," he replied softly, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets. His palms were sweaty, and he knew he was blushing. He'd never make it out of here alive. Not when she was looking at him like that.
She smiled and said, "I came up with a few, slightly more obscure book recommendations for you. I was thinking maybe we could go back to the bookstore and look for some of them that I don't currently own? I might be fun to-"
Bob was already about to agree with whatever she said, because it sounded exactly perfect to him, then he heard someone screeching his name.
"Bob!" There was a brunette flash streaking across the small backyard, and then Natasha Trace was in his arms. She was giggling next to his ear where she kissed his cheek three times in a row, knocking his glasses askew.
"I didn't know you were coming home today," he said in surprise.
"I didn't tell anyone except Bradley. Did I surprise you?" she asked.
"That's an understatement, Nat," he replied, hugging her tighter when she refused to let go. "I missed you."
Her familiar laughter was comforting as she said, "You have no idea how much I hate flying with anyone other than you." When she finally started to pull away from him, she added, "Now we can pick up where we left off before my deployment."
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Anna couldn't believe how incredible her friend's house was. It was huge and beautiful, and she had a yard. A yard! In California! There was colorful art on the walls, which appeared to be a collection of things that she and Bradley enjoyed. Her office was something Anna could only dream about, and the kitchen was bigger than her whole apartment.
After a tour of the interior, she stood on the patio in the autumn sunlight in a pair of shorts, something she would have never been able to do in New Jersey. Every day seemed to get better than the last, assuming she could keep the intrusive thoughts about Kevin away. And also assuming she could figure out what she was supposed to do about Bob and the growing collection of feelings she seemed to have for him.
"You have to hear what happened in my Differential Equations lecture on Friday afternoon," her friend was saying as they stood near the new grill that would soon be the centerpiece of the afternoon. "You won't even believe it."
Anna listened for a minute to the wild story, bursting into laughter when she learned how her friend thought she was going to have to call the fire department while she was teaching. Then she saw him. Bob was here with his tidy hair and his adorable glasses and his big hands, and like always her brain filled up with the beautiful poetry she loved so much. Somehow it seemed to go together with him. Those stunning words matched the way he made her feel.
She had to bite her lip in an attempt to calm herself down. "Hey, Bob," she managed to say as his cheeks flushed pink.
"Anna."
Oh, she was a mess. She thought about him way too frequently, even taking the time to compile the titles of some books she had read and loved, convincing herself he might like some of them too. "I came up with a few, slightly more obscure book recommendations for you. I was thinking maybe we could go back to the bookstore and look for some of them that I don't currently own? I might be fun to-"
But she stopped mid sentence when she heard some excited chatter behind Bob, and then a woman came running out through the back door. A beautiful woman. Calling his name. Jumping into his arms. Anna was treated to the sight of the woman's lips brushing against Bob's cheek while he held onto her like he was just reunited with the only person he ever cared about. She had to watch as this other woman ran her fingers gently along his skin in exactly the way Anna fantasized about. And when she looked around, nobody seemed concerned by this turn of events, rather they all acted like it was perfectly normal that Bob and this woman were whispering intimately to each other.
Then Anna heard her say, "Now we can pick up where we left off before my deployment."
Oh. Well. There was a sour taste in her mouth as she took a step backwards as the rest of the group greeted this mystery woman. Anna was going to have to have words with Advanced Calculus and Advanced Physics after this. Maybe they tried to set her up with Bob, because they didn't like this other woman? That idea vaporized as soon as she saw Jessica embrace her with a bright smile on her face.
Anna felt like her chest was growing tighter by the second, and then Jessica started to pull the pretty brunette toward her. "You have to come meet the newest faculty member from the English department! Dr. Anna Webber."
The woman looked her up and down with dark, appraising eyes and a little smirk set firmly on her lips. Then she stuck out her right hand and said, "I'm Natasha Trace."
The last thing Anna wanted to do right now was shake hands, but Jessica was looking at her with concern, probably wondering why she was just standing there. "It's a pleasure," Anna said with as much conviction as she could muster, shaking hands as briefly as she could.
"You teach at San Diego State too?" Natasha asked as her smirk bloomed into a bigger smile. When Anna nodded, she laughed and added, "What the hell do they put in the water at that school?"
Jessica was beaming now as she said, "Anna gives book recommendations to Bob all the time."
"Really? Is that so?" Natasha asked, still eyeing Anna like a predator would their prey, when Bob appeared with two cans of ginger ale. He gave one to Natasha and then tried to hand the other one to Anna as Natasha said, "I actually read a phenomenal book last month, Bob. I'll write down the title for you."
He kind of smiled, still holding out the other can toward Anna who felt like she was on the verge of screaming. "No. Thank you," she told him, taking a few steps away as she clocked the hurt expression on his face. "I don't want any."
The uncomfortable feeling was overtaking Anna's whole body now when Natasha leaned a little closer to Bob and softly muttered, "Let me guess... you have a little crush? This happened in my absence?"
Anna turned and went inside, searching for the bathroom she'd seen on the house tour. That woman was mocking her. Anna didn't want to hear any more of that conversation, because it was making her skin crawl. And worse still, she was finally able to identify this feeling as she closed and locked the door and leaned on the sink vanity.
Jealousy.
She was more jealous of this petite brunette who seemed to think Bob's personal space was hers for the taking than she ever was about Kevin and Alyssa. She was beside herself at the idea of another woman giving Bob book recommendations and making fun of his stupid little crush on her.
This was exactly why she should have never let herself have feelings. When she looked in the mirror, she saw tears in her eyes. "Shit," she whispered. She didn't have a car, so she couldn't just discreetly leave. Plus she'd been looking forward to eating something other than one of her sad sandwiches for days.
The jealousy gave way to anger as she wiped her eyes with a tissue and dropped it in the trash can. Her new friends invited her here, and she was going to stay. She wasn't going to let her feelings for Bob Floyd dictate her mood or what she felt she was allowed to do. She wasn't going to let another man run her life like that ever again.
With her head held high, she walked back outside, making it a point to avoid Bob and Natasha at all costs. She willingly had a thirty minute conversation with Jake and Mickey about the Marvel Cinematic Universe as an excuse to keep her distance. Then she and Bradley discussed the extensive musical catalogue of the Grateful Dead while she slowly sipped a beer to try to take the edge off. Then he turned on the grill, and the smell of food cooking had her excited enough that it was becoming easier and easier to ignore Bob.
When she accidentally looked his way, he was already eyeing her with a confused expression. She could pretend all day long that she didn't care what he thought and that she wasn't jealous at all. She could be so stubborn about this. At least all they had between them was that one awkward, fumbled kiss in his truck. It wasn't like she'd slept with him before he ditched her for the much better looking Natasha.
She was still doing a fine job of ignoring both of them when Bradley announced that dinner was ready. Anna took a plate of food and scooted all the way to the end of the rectangular patio table, snagging the spot across from Jessica. She was willing to talk about anything right now, even her friend's physics curriculum that she could barely comprehend, but then Bob was right next to her.
"Mind if I sit here?" he asked cautiously, setting his plate next to hers. Anna just shrugged, and then she was enveloped in his clean scent as he eased himself down in the seat with his knee hitting her thigh. She quickly crossed her legs before scooting her chair a few inches to the side away from his. "Are you okay?"
Anna almost laughed as Natasha found a spot on the other side of the table. "I'm just fine," she said before taking a huge bite of her burger and avoiding looking at either of them.
"Right," Bob whispered, frowning down toward his plate as she gave him side eye. "I just... feel like I did something to upset you."
Anna shook her head, and when she was done chewing the delicious food, she said, "Not at all. You're free to make the decisions you want to make. And I'm free to keep my books to myself since you've got other ones now."
Bob looked at her and asked, "What's that supposed to mean?"
But Anna was well on her way to starting a conversation with Jessica that could probably last for hours. She ignored him as she asked, "Hey, Jess, what's up with that physics professor who just started wearing a toupee?"
"Dr. Leeland!" she screeched before launching into an animated conversation on the topic of her colleague's hair piece just as expected.
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Bob was so confused. He had been about to jump at the chance to hang out at the bookstore in North Park with Anna when Natasha arrived. At that point, he honestly thought this was going to be the best day he'd had in a while. Anna seemed happy to see him, and one of his best friends was finally home from deployment. But as soon as that thought entered his mind, Anna started acting like she wanted nothing to do with him. So much so that she asked Jess about some guy's fake hair? Bob sat there and listened to the conversation while he ate, trying to interject, but Anna just wasn't having it. She had even rejected his ginger ale.
What the hell did he do wrong? All he wanted to do was talk to her about books and look at her freckles. She was sitting right next to him, but he may as well have been on Jupiter with the way she seemed convinced that he wasn't even there at all.
As everyone started to finish eating, Bob washed his food down with the rest of his ginger ale. Maybe he should just head home early. He'd be spending all week at work with Nat, so it wasn't like he was going to miss out on much there. And being around Anna when she wasn't even looking at him made him feel like an idiot for secretly writing poems about her. He sat at the table alone for an extra minute with his head cradled in his hands, then he took his trash inside the house.
Of course Anna was the only other person in the kitchen, helpfully washing the grilling utensils and other things Bradley left in the sink. She glanced his way briefly before continuing with her task, and Bob headed for the trash can. He had the perfect view of the freckles on the backs of her thighs, but he didn't feel like he should be looking now. He stood quietly for a few seconds before deciding that he'd give this one last try before heading out.
"Anna," he said just loud enough that he knew she could hear him over the running water. "Can we talk? I just feel like I did something to upset you? When you started to invite me to the bookstore, I was going to say yes. Obviously I'd love to go with-"
She looked at him over her shoulder, and he went silent at her glare. "Why don't you just go with Natasha instead?"
His brow furrowed in confusion. "That's not the kind of thing she and I usually do together."
"Oh?" she asked, her voice dripping with something that made Bob's skin tingle with goosebumps. "Does she usually recommend books while you're out to dinner? Or do you take her to see her favorite movies?"
She turned off the water and faced him without bothering to dry her hands. His lips parted as he watched the furious looking blush that crept along her chest, up her neck, and to her cheeks.
"I don't really do those things with her either," he said slowly, trying to puzzle his way through this. She sounded almost jealous of Nat, but that couldn't be. That didn't make any sense at all. Anna made it clear she didn't want to be with him.
"Well, you're free to do whatever you want, Bob," she said with a shrug, chin held high. "This is why we're just friends. You've already got plenty of women to choose from, like Suzanne and Natasha, and I'm not about to get caught up in another attractive man who seems too good to be true."
She started to duck past him, but Bob blocked her path. "Whoa, whoa! No, you've got it all wrong." She doubled back the other way, but he stepped to the side until she bumped into him. "Suzanne is my elderly neighbor. And Natasha and I are friends," he said quickly, and he was rewarded with Anna's brown eyes snapping up to meet his. "I've known her for years. She's the pilot I usually fly with."
Anna took one stumbling step backwards toward the sink. Her teeth sank into her lip like earlier before she whispered, "Oh." She swallowed hard, drawing Bob's gaze back to the freckles on her neck as her blush grew deeper. "So you're not... into her?"
His voice sounded deep even to his own ears as he promised, "Not even slightly. Not like I'm into you."
The kitchen went so silent that Bob could hear laughter filtering from the patio through the open door, and Anna's expression softened as she took a tiny step forward. Then another one. Then one more before she was launching herself into his arms. Bob could feel her damp hands in his hair as their lips met, and it was nothing like the way they kissed in his truck. She wasn't tentative, and he didn't pull away as she kissed him harder. This time her body was pressed to his, and she moaned softly when he let his hands settle on her hips.
Anna coaxed him impossibly closer with her fingers in his hair and on the back of his neck, and soon he had her pinned against the edge of the counter. He could feel denim rubbing against denim as she parted her lips and wiggled slowly against him. When Bob swiped his tongue along her bottom lip, Anna let him taste her before her lips drifted along to his neck.
"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing her hips in his hands as his index finger met the soft skin of her lower back. She was sucking gently on the spot just to the left of his Adam's apple, and there was no way she couldn't feel how hard he was getting for her right now.
Those burgundy fingernails were scraping gently along his scalp as he rolled his hips one time against her body. When Anna licked his neck, he forced himself to ask the question that was fluttering around the peripheral of his aroused brain. "Are you going to tell me this is another mistake? Like that night in my truck?"
Anna pulled her lips away from his pulse point long enough to whisper, "It wasn't even a mistake last time. I just couldn't help myself."
Then Bob kissed her lips until she was clinging to him with her back arched against the counter and her hips held tightly in his hands. When he could tell someone was coming inside, he pulled himself away, panting as she tried to chase him for more. He could see the questioning look on her face as he stepped aside just before Mickey and Jake walked inside, arguing about who ate the last hot dog.
Anna turned back toward the sink as she blushed, and Bob was aching to kiss her again. Dying to confirm that she wasn't going to write him off again. He cleared his throat and asked, "Will you let me drive you home later?"
Bob heard her soft laugh and whispered, "Yes." Then with a smile, he took the last can of ginger ale from the refrigerator and set it on the counter next to her. She looked up at him, eyes filled with need as he excused himself back out to the patio where he started to count down the minutes until he could suggest it was late enough to leave.
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"Nah... I spend way too much time around cops to want to go to a cop bar. And definitely not a dive. They wouldn't have seltzer there. I know a place," Devin said with a smile, pleased with her accepting the invitation. She could have easily turned him down. For all he knew, she might've been trying not to be rude. Two people could platonically go for after work drinks, couldn't they?
Allison knew it wasn't even that smart to be friendly with Devin, especially since he already wasn't her dad's favorite. She was probably just going to make things harder for him, but she couldn't help herself. She was a bit surprised that he asked her out, but pleasantly so and a small smile came to her lips. "I like beer...well, seltzer, but still counts." she answered with a small chuckle. "Let's do it, as long as you promise not to bring me to a cop bar." she teased.
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That was a loaded question. She had just met the guy and there were too many sticky details to get to, especially for a first conversation. "I work odd jobs here and there to help get me through nursing school," she replied, figuring that a vague version of the truth was probably for the best. Telling him that she had her own OnlyFans account would probably send him running for the hills. Granted, Ayla never showed her face in those pictures and videos, but it still wasn't something that she talked about with anyone.
A small chuckle left his lips at her introduction and he nodded slightly. "Ayla it is." he repeated with a small smirk resting on his features. He made sure not to squeeze her hand too hard, and once he let go he readjusted the hat on his head. He offered the bartender a thanks when he dropped off their drinks, and he slid hers toward her before picking up his own and taking a long sip. "Oh, uh, years actually." he answered honestly with a small shrug of his broad shoulders. "Kinda jus fell into it more or less." he explained as he took another sip of his beer. "What about you, what'd you do?"
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an enthusiastic virgin and an experienced, possessive male plot. give me muse a thigh riding muse b because she isn’t ready to fuck him yet. a lot of ’you’re doing so good, kitten’ and ’just like that baby.’ the slow burn surrounding muse a’s first time. muse b taking care of her the morning after, tracing her hickeys in front of the mirror while they’re both still nude. let me be muse a, i’ll love you forever!
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After flagging down the bartender to order them some drinks, she turned back to him, not expecting him to extend his hand. "Ayla. You can call me Ayla, I mean," she replied, shaking his hand lightly. It was strange for her. There were plenty of opportunities for her to talk to other people at the events her brother dragged her to, but this was the first time that she didn't feel like it was forced. "So how long have you been doing this fighting thing?"
He listened as she spoke and a part of him actually felt a bit bad for her. Clearly her brother was taking advantage of her. Then again, he'd never had any siblings, so what did he really know. "Well, that's shite, sounds like you definitely deserve a beer." he offered with a small hint of a smile. It was obvious just from the minimal interaction he'd had with her that she was far too nice, especially for a place and people like this, like him. Still, that didn't stop him from extending his hand. "I'm Nick, by the way."
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