IT HAS TAKEN ME ALMOST A YEAR TO GET TO THIS ONE LAST RIDE SMUT CHAPTER

BUT I DID IT. 

ONWARDS AND UPWARDS FRIENDS. 

INTO SMUT LAND. 

ALL ABOARD!! THIS TRAIN IS LEAVING THE STATION!

🤤🤤oh yes pleaseeeee 4....

people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt

Once I read a fic where they were like “he tasted like” and I’m expecting the typical formula (1 cooking ingredient + 1 natural phenomenon + “something uniquely [character name]”) but instead they said “he tasted like mouth” and it was one of the greatest fic moments of my life

click and drag to find out what your shitty fanfiction kiss tastes like

*if ur on moble screenshot it

What a kiss! Coffee, soft rain & ambition. Makes for a great fic title too 😅

😋ouuuuw.....❤❤❤❤❤

Coming soon…

She lifted her fork and turned it onto its side, slowly slicing through the mirror-like glossy finish of the ganache. The fork slid through effortlessly, and she repeated the action before lifting it to her lips. 

The moment it touched her tongue, she let out an embarrassing low, nearly sexual moan at the flavor. It was the richest, most decadent thing she had ever tasted. 

“You like?” he smiled warmly, and she nodded her head as she savored the feel of the moist, spongy cake on her tongue. “I’m glad. I made them this morning.”

Kagome swallowed and blinked slowly. 

Him?

“You are…” he began, pausing to think of the right word. “Surprised?”

“I did not think you baked.”

His grin widened and he stretched out his arms to the side, gesturing at the shop around them.

“This is my store.”

“Yours…” she breathed, and he nodded. 

“Mais bien sûr Mademoiselle…but of course! Why would it not be?”

“You’re so young!” she blurted out, and it was true. He had to have been around her age - late twenties, maybe early thirties. It didn’t feel possible!

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he grinned toothily, picking up his fork and cutting into his macaron. “It was not easy, and I have not owned this store for long…but this is my shop,” he nodded. “I worked hard for this little place…saved everything I ever earned, was as…eh…frugale as I could be. I paid my way through…mmmm…university and apprenticeships…but…I am more interested in you, Mademoiselle,” he smiled softly, before taking a bite of his macaron. 

She nervously picked up the glass of water off to the side, taking a sip. 

Of course he did. She didn’t blame him. When she gently placed her glass back onto the table, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to say something again, but the words were stuck in her throat once more. She swore she was nearly mute around this man, and she didn’t know why! Maybe it was because she had blubbered all over him?

One would think that would make it easier to talk to him, not harder. And yet. Here she sat having that exact issue, and he had been nothing but kind and gentle and even protective over her since she had entered his life fifteen minutes ago. 

“Are you here on vacation?” he prompted softly, and she shook her head, closing her eyes. 

“I live here now,” she croaked, and he paused, placing his fork down to give her his undivided attention. “I moved here yesterday, and went to see my boyfriend, and…”

…and before she could stop herself, she was recounting the whole sordid tale. The move, the breakup…everything. Even the ass pinch, which he had been there for. Why she included that, she didn’t know…but…

…but the pastry chef sat quietly and listened to her just spill her messy life story, never once saying a word. And she didn’t even know the man’s name…

…

IY FF BC Secret Santa gift for @kalcia!!! This will be public in two weeks! Yes it’s a chapter fic. Yes I’m going to keep it under 10 chapters for once. 

Pray for me. 

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