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[joelmillersmunch]

cruel summer (dbf!joel miller x chubby/curvy!f!reader)

Summary: After being away for five years, you've returned home for the summer. Joel doesn't expect to see you tonight. He doesn't mean to stare, really.

Ratings/Warnings: E. MDNI. NSFW. NO OUTBREAK. modern! au. dad's best friend! au. age gap (reader is 25, joel is in his 40s) curvy reader. reader's mother is awful. reader struggles with self image and insecurities. reader and joel flirt. reader gets touchy with joel. masturbation (m). joel can't stop staring at reader. I HOPE I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ANYTHING.

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: Soooo, I'm dabbling with the idea of making this into some kind of short series. Let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy! Please ignore any grammar or typos. I didn't spend much timed editing. Ooooops.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Joel knows he should be ashamed, gawking across the room at his best buddy’s kid. Except you weren’t a kid anymore. You weren’t the same 20 year old, sophomore-in-college girl he met when he moved across the street from your family five years ago. You were so much more now. A gorgeous grown version of the girl he had met only a handful of times before you left for the fall semester. 

You hadn’t been back since, having gone on some fantastic trips abroad over the summers to expand your studies. You graduated about a year ago with your bachelor’s degree and have been enjoying post grad life with your friends. You decided to come home for the summer, having been so long since you’ve been back to Austin. It’s been two weeks since then, and he only got a brief glance from his window when you pulled in, jumping out to embrace your parents. 

He had no idea you’d be here tonight. The crowded dive bar was Joel’s normal Friday night spot, usually accompanied by Tommy and some of their other crewmates. Joel had texted your dad an invite, completely forgetting about the fact you’d come back into town. Your dad walks in first, a huge grin on his face as he makes way to the table Joel is seated at.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I brought some company,” He says, stepping aside to reveal the fact you had joined him tonight. Joel’s breath catches when he sees you for the first time, covering it up with a fake cough. 

“Mr. Miller, so nice to see you again! It’s been so long!” You say brightly, reaching for an embrace. You feel so soft in his arms. Joel quickly tries to compose himself, but your voice entrances him. It’s so grown, so sexy. He can’t help himself from breathing your perfume in a little harder than he probably should have. Oranges and lime, the beach, summer, sunshine. It made him dizzy in the best way, a refreshing hug of aroma encasing him. 

“Hi, sweetie. Welcome home, nice to have you back.” He says, releasing you. You have a big, beautiful smile plastered on your lips and agree that it’s nice to be back. 

“I’m gonna go get a drink,” Your dad cuts in, turning to face you. Saying your name, he asks if you want to join him. “I know they don’t have the wine stuff you usually get, but any daughter of mine can drink a beer!” He finishes, teasingly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you to the bar. Joel can hear you complaining to your dad, furiously telling your dad you know they wouldn’t have wine here. He laughs and turns back to his beer. 

So here he is, thirty minutes later, watching you from the bar. He’d offer to buy the next round after you very proudly proved to be your father’s daughter and downed your first beer like it was nothing. He watched you while he waited for the handful of beers as you hovered over the vintage looking jukebox. A wide grin spreads across your face when you find the song you were looking for, and a folky-banjo country song plays loudly from the speakers. Joel thanks the bartender after paying, and takes the tray of beers back to the table as you find your way back with him. 

“I can’t believe they have this song!” You exclaim, happily taking one of the beers from Joel and taking a big swig. Joel and your dad laugh at you and you look at them confused.

“It’s 2024 here too, sweetie. Don’t know why you’re so surprised. That jukebox is brand new, it just looks that way to fit in better here.” You dad says, chuckling with a shake of his head. You roll your eyes at him and take a seat next to Joel, across from your dad.  

“You know what? You can sit by yourself now, Dad. Joel here won’t be rude to me, now will ya, Joel?” You say, jokingly patting his arm as you lightly rest your head against his shoulder. Joel’s eyes go wide, and your dad breaks out in a bark of a laugh.

“Oh, yeah. Cause Joel’s such a big softie,” Your dad says, taking a swig of his beer. You laugh and release him, allowing Joel to finally breathe again. “When’s Tommy getting here, Joel?” Your dad asks.

“Oh, uh, didn’t plan on inviting ‘em tonight. Was gonna see if you wanted to go watch the game at my place after this, but..” He trails off, trying to politely hint to your dad that things are different now that you’re here. Not that Joel minds, but you probably don’t wanna go back to his place and hang out with two old dudes watching baseball all night. Joel accidentally catches your eye, and quickly looks away before you can catch on. 

“What? Before you knew that I was coming?” You ask with a light laugh. “I can watch baseball! But if you two don’t want me hanging around, I can just walk home. It’s not like I live across town.” You joke. 

“No, it’s not that!” Joel says, not wanting you to feel like a nuisance. “I just figured you didn’t want to hang out with these ol’ guys all night.” He finishes, giving your dad a friendly shove on his shoulder. 

“No, I don’t mind! But please tell me you have something better than this beer at your place?” You ask, an exaggerated pleading look on your face. Joel can’t help but laugh and offer you an apologetic smile. 

“Sorry, darlin’. Welcome home, I guess.” He says and the three of you make your way out of the bar. 

When the three of you arrive at Joel's place you’re already pretty tipsy. You’re laughing at a stupid joke your dad made as you stumble into the house. Joel rests a hand on your shoulder trying to steady you. You lean into his embrace and sigh out a thanks. 

“You okay, kiddo? You sure you don’t wanna head home? I can walk you over there and come back,” Your dad says, a concerned look on his face once Joel has you seated on the couch.

“I’m fiiiiine,” You say, waving him off. “Joel, could I have some water?”

“Of course, darlin’,” He says, rising from his chair. “I’ll grab it for you. Do you want anything while I’m up?” He finishes, looking at your dad who declines. He walks into the kitchen, leaving you and your dad alone in Joel’s living room. 

“Didn’t realize you were such a lightweight, honey,” Your dad says with a chuckle. 

“I’m not usually, but I don’t know…” You start, immediately sobering up at his remark. “Lately, I’ve been struggling with my self image. I think all the drinking has something to do with it.” You pause, looking at your dad’s shocked expression which causes you to scowl at him. “Oh, don’t act so surprised. Mom made sure to let me know that she noticed my weight gain.” You finish with an eye roll.

“She said that?” Your dad asks, a certain tone in his voice you didn’t recognize. 

“Yeah, when you brought my bags into the house for me when I first got back. I just figured she told you or you had noticed too,” You say, crossing your arms over your waist. 

“Honey, you know I think that you’re beautiful. You are just growing into your adult body. I can’t believe your mother would say something like that to you! I don’t know what her problem is lately..” He says trailing off. He coughs to cover up the tension when Joel reenters the living room, handing your dad a beer.

“You know me so well,” Your dad says, chipper as ever. 

Joel can’t help but overhear your conversation from the kitchen. It’s a small house, for christ's sake! But that doesn’t help make him feel any less guilty while he listens to your vulnerable conversation with your dad. He had to admit, he was a bit surprised at how drunk you got off just two beers, but he’s not one to judge. It all made sense now, and he can’t believe your own mother would say that to you. No one should speak that way to their own daughter, but especially to you. Joel always thought your mom was a bit insufferable, and now he knows he was right all along. 

He loves your figure. The way your jeans curved over your hips and ass. The softness to your cheeks and arms. He will dream about roaming his hands over your waist and legs tonight. For now, he has to interrupt this very personal conversation between a father and his daughter. His friend and his daughter. His friend’s daughter. Joel sighs, grabbing a beer and hoping he doesn’t embarrass anyone.

After about an hour and a glass of water later, you’re fully sober and mindlessly scrolling on your phone as your dad and Joel watch the game. Well, as Joel watches the game and your dad snores softly in the recliner. Joel is sitting next to you, his eyes never leaving the TV. At least, that’s what you thought. In reality, Joel can’t stop checking you out from the corner of his eye. The way you’d laugh at something on your phone and then bite your lip to suppress a smile when you realized you laughed a bit louder than you meant to. God, he needed a beer. 

“I’m gonna go grab another beer. Need anythin’?” He asks, standing up. The feeling of your warmth and smell of your perfume invading his head, intoxicating him. You look up at him and smile, shaking your head no. He nods and quickly leaves to the kitchen. He leans over the sink, hands on the counter and dropping his head. Breathing in and out, he tries to calm his fucking dick. The way you looked up at him, beautiful eyes burning with attention. He wanted to kiss you, leave your eyes wide in surprise. Fuck, this is a problem, AND his dick won’t get soft. He continues to calm his breathing when he feels a tap on his shoulder, his stomach dropping at the contact. He turns to face you, a worn out smile on his face. 

“Oh, you startled me, darlin’,” He says. You give him a coy smile, shaking your empty glass. 

“I realized I did need something.” You say, stepping closer so that your bodies are touching. Your fronts nearly rubbing as you lean over him, chest bumping against his arms as you turn the faucet on to get more water. He breathes in a sharp breath, your scent invading him again.

“Now, sweetheart…” He says as you move closer, standing so that one of your legs is in between his thighs, and the other on the opposite side of his leg. You were almost straddling him, sipping your water back. You cock an eyebrow at him, a trail of water sneaking past the cup and sliding down your chin. He closes his eyes and breathes out, feeling you move to rub against him. He opens his eyes to see you smirking back at him, finishing the rest of your water in a final drink. You lean back over him, chests bumping into each other. You place the glass in the sink, jumping when you feel him wrap his arms around you.

“Thank you, Mr. Miller. I feel so..refreshed now.” You say, lifting up to whisper in his ear. “But you want to know what else I need?”

He feels you grind into his leg, looking up to stare you in the eyes. You’re smirking at him, and he feels himself flush.  He’s so hard it feels like he won’t ever get soft again. You pat a hand over his cock through his jeans, a satisfied look on your face when he grunts at your touch. A loud snore from the living room snaps you and Joel back into reality, and about 6 inches away from each other. You look at him and laugh. 

“Maybe next time?” You ask, and leave him in the kitchen. He needs to come, now. He plans to make a phony excuse to you to go to the bathroom when he enters the living room, just to see you raising your dad from his slumber. 

“Sorry ‘bout that, Joel. Long day, I guess.” Your dad says, patting Joel on the shoulder as the two of you make your way out of the house. You turn to look back at Joel, a smile on your face.

 He watches as you enter your own house. He pretends to not notice for the first time that your room faces his own. He pretends that he can still feel your hips dip into his. He pretends that it’s your hands on his hardened cock, thumbing over the swollen tip. He pretends he can still smell your perfume on your neck as your chest rubbed against his forearm. He pretends he doesn’t like the way you called him “Mr. Miller.” He pretends you’re watching him from your window. He pretends he can feel your eyes scanning over him as he thrusts into his fist. He pretends it’s your mouth. He pretends to see your shocked expression, eyes wide as he comes. He pretends it’s all over your face. With a groan, he grabs a rag and cleans himself up. So much for pretending.

A/N: dividers by @saradika-graphics thanks so much!!

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Sirius Black X Reader: The older brother

Warnings: making out, flirting, cursing, party games, drinking, smuty behaviour.

Summary: You've found yourself intrigued by your friends older brother little did you know he's taken an interest in you as well.

Part 2

You’d always found the Black brothers intriguing. Their family line made it look like they were prepositioned to be pompous arses and although they were certainly privliged in the wizarding world you were surprised to find they weren’t as snobby as you’d expected. You’d never imagined you’d have the chance to talk to either of the brothers, after all you weren’t exactly part of their crowd.

It seemed the universe had other plans. 

It all started one day in potions class. You had strolled into the classroom like you’d been doing for the past weeks stopping to bid the professor good morning before making it to your favorite seat. To your surprise instead of finding your usual table empty your eyes made out a familiar frame. Your eyebrows knitted together for a moment. Well this was new. You walked up to Regulus, setting your books on the table before taking a seat. Regulus didn’t shift in the slightest, his eyes focused on the book in front of him. You watched him from the corner of your eye trying to come up with a reason to talk to him.

“You’ll end up burning a hole through my head with your staring.”

You rolled your eyes at Regulus’ words.

“Sorry Mr Black it’s just hard to not stare at such beauty.”

That made him stop in his tracks, his eyes leaving the book before him to look at you. You gave him a smirk. Regulus watched you with amusement for a moment before he broke into a grin. Playing to his vanity had been a smart call but what had surprised him the most was the lack of fear you showed towards him. It was refreshing.

“I don’t believe we’ve met.”

Regulus put his hand out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You took his palm into your own, giving it a firm shake as you introduced yourself. Once the pleasantries were over Regulus turned back to his book waving his wand to turn the page. You glanced around the room observing the other students.

“You want to ask something.”

Your eyes snapped back to Regulus finding him already looking at you.

“How come you’re not sitting with your friends?”

“Ah well Theo decided he wants a chance with some girl.”

You turned your head to look at where Regulus was pointing. A small grin formed on your face as you watched one of the slytherin boys try to flirt with one of your housemates. 

“So you decided to play wingman?”

“Something like that.”

“Seems like it’s going pretty well.”

Regulus followed your gaze watching his friend conjure a flower from the tip of his wand.

“Yeah I guess so.”

“Don’t think you’d be getting your spot back so soon.”

“That's alright. I like my new one just fine.”

You smiled at Regulus sensing the sincerity in his words.

It was safe to say that you were right from that day on, Regulus' friend only sat with his girlfriend leaving Regulus stuck with you for a partner. No that either of you minded, in fact the two of you hit it off so well that soon enough the two of you couldn't be seen without the other. Being friends with Regulus had its benefits: you got invited to all sorts of wonderful parties, the purebloods left you alone and you didn’t have to worry yourself with being dragged back in any classes, after all Regulus was quite smart. However there was one small issue with your friendship. That issue had a name. And a pretty face as well. Sirius Black. That right, Regulus’ dashingly charming older brother was proving to be an issue. 

Not because he was an arse to you, quite the opposite actually, whenever Sirius saw you around he’d go out of his way to talk to you which didn’t help stop the massive crush you’d developed for the older Black boy. Regulus seemed unaware of your feelings for Sirius. He was far too busy admiring the Potter boy to so much as notice your gaze following Sirius when he walked past with his group of friends. Sirius on the other hand seemed perfectly aware of your lingering gazes and nervous fiddling whenever he approached you. Sirius was known to be a flirt. It was the one thing that identified him and sure most of the time he just did it for fun but with you it was different.

He’d found himself searching for you in the halls and during meals a smirk forming on his face once his eyes found your frame. He envied his brother for having contact with you so easily while he had to fight for a chance to even hear your voice once during the day. It had been a while since Sirius had found himself fancying someone. Not to mention someone younger than him but he wasn’t against the idea. In fact he’d embraced the thought of walking around the castle ground with you latched onto his arm. The marauders teased him relentlessly, often yelling out your name in random intervals just to watch Sirius spin on his heels as he searched for you in the crowd. You didn’t know Sirius shared your feelings. In your head all the compliments and flirty remarks he sent your way were just him being well…Sirius. 

It all changed at one party.

The party was open invitation meaning any house was allowed to participate as long as they acted civil and brought some form of booze with them. You and Regulus had arrived a bit late, his vanity having gotten to him and making him try on five different combinations before deciding on the perfect one. He’d come up with some bullshit excuse about representing the Black family but you knew the real reason behind it was to impress a certain brunette. The two of you had made your way to the room of requirements and waited. You stared at the empty wall for what felt like hours until finally a door appeared before you. You turned to look at Regulus with a smile.

“Bloody wonderful isn’t it?”

“You could say that again.”

The two of you pushed the door open immediately being greeted with loud music and raving crowds. You weaved your way through the groups of people bundled together, making your way to the drink table and placing down the bottle of firewhiskey you’d brought with you. Regulus did the same, turning to look at the crowd around you before tapping you on the shoulder. You looked at him throwing up your head in a questioning motion.

“I’ve just found some of my mates.”

You followed Regulus' gaze falling on a group of slytherin boys in a corner. They waved over to the two of you calling you to join them.

“I’m gonna go over there. Are you joining?”

“Nah i’m okay. Not really in the mood to hear them gloat about the last quidditch match. I think I'll take a walk around.”

“Alright. If you need anything-”

“I know. You’ll be the first to know. Go on, have fun Reggie.”

“You too, love.”

You watched Regulus make his way over to his friends, a small sigh leaving your lips as you turned to pour yourself a glass of firewhiskey.

“Didn’t take you for the whiskey type.”

You jumped at the familiar voice hand moving to swat at Sirius arm.

“Bloody hell Sirius! You scared me.”

Sirius let out a laugh, taking in your frightened expression. You rolled your eyes at him leaning against the wall as you took another sip of your drink. Sirius poured himself a glass of butterbeer before joining you. You stared at his drink.

“Taking it easy today Siri?”

Sirius smiled down at you, his gaze making you shiver.

“For now.”

“You can admit you're a lightweight Siri. Your secrets safe with me.”

“You and I both know that wouldn’t be a secret. It’d be a downright lie.”

That was true you’d seen Sirius at parties before. Watched him down shot after shot of firewhiskey without so much as stumbling. He didn’t get wasted easily but was never one to deny a glass of something strong so it was odd to see him “playing it safe”.

“Any particular reason you’re taking it slow tonight?”

“I want to remember tonight, I guess.”

“Is something special going to happen?”

Sirius stayed quiet, his eyes skimming the rest of the party before looking back at you. There was an intensity in his gaze you’d never seen before. You sipped your drink, trying to hide the slight shake of your hands as Sirius observed you.

“Yeah, you could say that. If all goes to plan.”

Sirius whispered the last part, almost as if he was trying to reassure himself rather than answer you. You couldn’t help but wonder what he meant. Loads of things happened at these types of parties and none of them could be considered decent. Your mind began to conjure all types of ideas, thighs rubbing together slightly as you thought. Merlin what the hell was wrong with you. You closed your eyes trying to clear your head when you felt a pair of hands on your shoulder. You kept your eyes shut allowing Sirius to pull you in front of him, a gasp leaving your lips once you felt his breath on your neck.

“Open your eyes, love. You’ll want to see this.”

You did as he asked. You were no longer pressed up against the wall, Sirius had moved you into a position that allowed you a clear view of a portion of the room. You searched for what  he was talking about, eyes widening once you saw it. In one of the various couches scattered around the room were two students, lips latched to each other in a frenzy. You watched as they made out, your hands clenching and unclenching at your side. 

“Now that's a hell of a snogging.”

You could feel Sirius hair brush against your neck as he leaned down to whisper in your ear once more. His hands moved up and down your arms sending shivers through your whole body.

“Been a while since i had a snog like that.”

Sirius let out a small groan of need behind you, his arms you pulling closer to his body. You stayed silent, unable to tear your eyes away from the couple. The more you watched the more you realised the resemblance they had to you and Sirius. You wondered if he’d called your attention to them on purpose or if it had been a mere coincidence. A sort of heavy feeling lingered in the air between you and Sirius, his skin feeling warm on your body. You contemplated turning around to face him. You knew he was teasing you but you wondered if he was just bored or if he meant something by it. Before you could conjure up the guts to ask Sirius had released you. You turned to look at him beside you, your eyes taking in his frame. He was very pretty. Sirius felt you gaze on him causing him to turn and give you a smile.

“You know what that means?”

You knew he was still referring to the snogging couple. You shook your head which caused Sirius' smile to grow larger.

“It means, darling, that they've started playing truth or dare.”

You looked over to the couple once more focusing on what was happening around them. Sure enough there was a circle of people around them, all sitting eagerly as if waiting for their turn. Sirius moved forward walking in the direction of the circle. Before he’d made it a couple steps he turned to look at you reaching out his hand towards yours.

“You coming, love? Won’t be as fun without you.”

This could go horribly wrong but it was also an opportunity to have some fun. You glanced at Sirius hand then back at the group of party goers. Oh fuck it. You placed your hand into Sirius smiling at the boy brightly.

“Well Black, what are you waiting for?”

Sirius grinned at your response tugging you towards him as the two of you made your way to the circle.

You made your way into the group finding an open spot and sitting down. Sirius did the same moving to sit next to his friends on the other side of the circle. James glanced at his friend, a smile appearing on his lips.

“Look who decided to join us! Was wondering where you were.”

Remus found you in the crowd giving you a small nod of greeting which you returned. Even though the boys pestered Sirius about you they understood the appeal.

“Spin the bloody bottle Potter!”

You turned to look at Marlean as she shouted at James.

“Well someones impatient.”

“You bet I am, now spin it!”

James put his hands up in surrender before waving his wand causing the bottle on the ground to spin rapidly. You watched as Sirius leaned back on his palms, an unbothered look gracing his features. You wondered what it must feel like to be him, not having to wonder if people liked you because they were constantly proving to you that they desired you. It must do wonders for the ego but it also seemed rather annoying. You’d watch girls follow Sirius around stumbling and giggling like maniacs everytime he did something. Maybe it annoyed you because you fancied him but you could tell that sometimes it got on his nerves too. You glanced around the circle observing the fleeting glances that were shared between players. Glances of desire. These games did always seem to be an excuse for hookups. Not that you minded. 

The game went on for a while, truths were revealed and dares were successfully attempted. You’d begun wondering if you’d ever get a turn when the bottle landed on you. You followed the line of the bottle to the other side, eyes falling on the lanky frame of Remus Lupin, not who you’d have hoped but not a bad choice either. Remus smiled at you, his head tilting to the side.

“So what will it be love, truth or dare?”

You thought for a moment you didn’t know how long it’d take for it to be your turn and you didn’t really feel like airing any dirty laundry, not that you had anything exciting to hide anyway.

“I choose dare.”

You didn’t spend much time with Remus but from what you’d heard he seemed like a nice guy. Whatever dare he had in mind you were sure it wouldn’t be that bad. Boy were you wrong. You’d been so focused on paying attention to your challenger that you had failed to notice the way Sirius had stiffened when the bottle had landed on you and Remus you’d also missed the way Sirius eyes had darted between James and Remus once you’d picked dare. You were oblivious to boys' schemes but Sirius knew. He knew from the moment you’d opened your mouth to pick dare what was about to come.

“Very well. I dare you to….”

Remus paused for dramatic effect. That bastard was really trying to sell it. Sirius would have to remember to get him back for this later. Your eyes fell onto Sirius, taking in the look of slight fear on his face. It was only then that you noticed the sly grin that had appeared on Remus' face. Oh merlin, what had you gotten yourself into.

“I dare you to spend seven minutes in heaven with…. Sirius.”

There it was. Your face dropped at Remus’ words, your gaze finding Sirius as the other players began to let out ‘owwws’ and ‘ahhhs’. For a split second Sirius' flirty persona seemed to drop but then it was back again. He gave you a wolfish grin before turning to look at Remus.

“Haven’t got a closet mate.”

Just as the words left his mouth a closet appeared on the wall behind you startling several of the other players out of their spots. You noticed Sirius cursing under his breath, whispering something along the lines of “damn this room”. 

“Problem solved. Go on then.”

Sirius was about to retort his anger towards Remus’ sly behaviour becoming obvious but then you got up. The moment you stood all eyes were on you. You made your way to the closet passing James as you went. The brunette gave you a small smile.

“Show him a good time will you? Godric knows he needs it.”

You turned to face Sirius across the circle extending your hands out.

“Well, you coming or what?”

Sirius rose to his feet and made his way to you but not before stopping to give a harsh slap to the back of Remus' head. Once Sirius got close enough he placed one hand against yours opening the closet door with the other and tugging you inside.

“Whoa!”

You were engulfed by darkness, the party disappearing completely as the closet doors closed. It was surprisingly spacious inside. You turned around searching for Sirius since he was no longer holding onto your hand.

“Siri, where are you?”

You felt hands wrap around your waist pulling you flush against his body.Your head spun as Sirius smell surrounded you, his hands kneading at the skin of your hips. You sighed, leaning into his touch.

“I’m right here.”

You turned around so you could face him. Even though it was dark you could make out where his eyes were. The two of you stayed in silence for a while, just taking in the presence of each other. Then Sirius released your hips and stepped back, his hands going to his hair.

“We don’t have to do anything you know. It’d kill my reputation but I want to respect you.”

He fiddled with his leather jacket, clearly nervous. 

“We can just talk.”

It was odd seeing him so vulnerable but it made you a little more confident. You stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his chest as you gazed up at him through your lashes.

“Who says I just want to talk?”

Sirius' lips found yours before you could even react. You moaned into the kiss pulling him closer by his jacket. He got the message deepening the kiss, his tongue running against your lower lip. You opened your mouth allowing his tongue to meet yours. Siriuspulled back for air chest heaving as he breathed in.

“Been wanting to get you alone all night.”

“Could have just asked.”

“And play my cards in the open, where's the fun in that?”

“Right, I forgot you’re a tease.”

“And you like it.”

You gasped as Sirius leaned down to kiss your neck. Your hands weaved into his hair for support as you threw your head back in pleasure. You tugged at Sirius' hair forcing him to latch off your neck before pushing your lips onto his again. The two of you groped desperately at each other, your hands trying to feel every part they could reach. Your hands skimmed against Sirius crotch causing him to let out a growl, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

“Ah shit, love.”

“You’re hard.”

Sirius let out a laugh.

“Yeah sorry. You got that effect on me. It’s okay i'll deal with it later.”

You bit into your lip mulling over what you were about to say over in your head.

“I can help. If you want”

Sirius's body shuddered against you at your words, his head lifting to look into your eyes.

“You’ve done this before?”

“Believe it or not Black but you're not the only one who gets action around here.”

Sirius stayed quiet for a moment, his head spinning with a million thoughts.

“What is it?”

“Was it with Reggie?”

“Oh godric no. We’re just friends.”

“Oh good, messing around with my little brother's fling wouldn’t go over well.”

You reached to cup Sirius member through his jeans shutting him up in a second. You were about to reach into Sirius boxers when there was a knock on the door.

“Times up!”

Sirius let out a groan of frustration.

“We’re coming out!”

Sirius turned to look at you pulling your chin up for one last kiss. You leaned your forehead against his trying to steady your heartbeat.

“Meet me in my room in ten. I’m not done with you just yet.”

With that he exited the closet leaving you rooted to your spot. Merlin you were in for the night of your life.

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[jongseongsnudes]

fifteen.

warning; 😔😔😔 1k words.

masterlist.

you mindlessly watched all the rain outside the kitchen window, falling down and covering over the beautiful garden in the back yard. it was truly a new and refreshing sight compared to the city view you were so used to from sunghoon’s penthouse.

it had been a couple of hours since landing in japan and arriving at one of the park’s many residences here in tokyo with sunghoon. the man never spoke a word to you the entire time and you were somewhat thankful for that.

some peace and quiet was really what you needed right now before having to attend one of mr park’s acquaintance’s ball later tonight as a whole family. the yearly nishimura ball, if you remembered it correctly.

“what the hell is this?”

“what-” your question is interrupted by sunghoon chucking a big box onto the kitchen counter, spilling its contents out, revealing a beautiful pink gown inside. there’s no doubt that you’re confused about the situation, until you spot a white note lying amongst the fabric.

“hope to see you in this dress tonight when i propose to you.” - b choi.

propose. that one word stuck out like a sore thumb, that one word that obviously caught your step brother’s attention and also yours.

“this is what my dad spoke to you about, isn’t it? your wedding?”

“it’s- it’s none of your business,” you turn away to continue making your tea but sunghoon grabs your wrist, pulling you back. he has been doing this a lot lately.

“is this what you really want? to be married off like some object to someone like beomgyu?”

“please...” you don’t dare to look him in the eye, knowing well enough that tears were beginning to form in the corners of your own. you’ve always been weak in front of your step brother but for once, you didn’t want to be seen that way. “i’m doing my best to stay out of yours so please stay out of mine.”

you silently pray for the man to just walk away but he does the complete opposite instead, stepping forward until he’s standing right in front of you. the man is so close that you unknowingly hold in your breath and grip tightly onto your t-shirt in hopes of calming your nerves. but nothing works, especially not with that familiar scent suddenly filling the air around you... the familiar scent of his cologne that you’ve grown to love.

“ah for a moment there, i forgot what you really like,” he scoffs and leans in, his face is just inches away from yours, trapping your body in against the counter, “money. you and beomgyu actually suit each other a lot if you think about it.”

you manage to fight back the tears that threatened to spill, swallowing down every one of his hurtful words instead. you’re not dumb, you know you should’ve fought back but fighting with your step brother wasn’t something your mental state needed at the moment. besides, he wasn’t all that wrong.

you were nothing compared to him anyway.

“yeah... i agree with you,” your words seemed to have surprised the man, whose expression immediately changes a questioning one. not wanting to continue the conversation, you swerve around him and make your way up the staircase.

“wow...”

you couldn’t really believe that you were looking at your own reflection in the wall sized mirror.

even after living as a park these past few months, you still weren’t used to all of this. the make up, the hair, the little, priceless tiara on top of your head and the beautiful pink gown that beomgyu had sent over earlier. you just weren’t used to any it. this lifestyle in general.

“you look so beautiful miss park,” the stylist (that mr park had arranged) says to you from the side, her eyes full of admiration. “you’re going to be the the belle of the ball.”

“thank you... it’s all thanks to you of course,” you say with a gentle smile, bowing your head slightly to thank her, “you made me like this.”

“miss, you are already so beautiful. i really didn’t do much.”

she bows at you and exits your bedroom, leaving you and your thoughts alone. it didn’t really matter what you looked like, it’s what’s coming later that bothered you. ever since receiving the gift and note from beomgyu, your mind couldn’t stop thinking about it.

he was going to propose and knowing beomgyu’s personality, he’s going to make a scene at the ball tonight in front of everyone.

glancing over at the wall clock, you realise that it was almost time to leave so you quickly grab your clutch and head down the staircase. after your conversation with sunghoon earlier, you’re almost sure that he would’ve left for the ball himself instead of going with you as planned.

it was probably better that way anyway, to keep a distance from him for now.

after managing to not fall down the stairs in your heels and long gown, you surprisingly spot sunghoon sitting in the massive living room, on his phone. seeing him in his black tuxedo almost had you tripping over yourself because...

wow.

how was this man even real?

how could he take your breath away time after time?

you don’t bother saying anything and head straight for the door, seemingly catching his attention. he looks up at you for a split second then looks at you again. he looks somewhat confused... or dare you say, surprised at your appearance but you have no idea why.

maybe this dress didn’t look as pretty on you as you thought it did?

the entire car ride to the grand tokyo hotel where the function was being held was a complete blur to you. to say you were nervous would’ve been quite the understatement with the way you were clutching at your dress, almost ripping the delicate fabric apart. you actually wanted to throw up at this point.

your grip only tightens once the grand venue comes into view, along with the flashing of hundreds of cameras that surrounded the entrance. as expected, many photographers had gathered here tonight, ready to take photos of all the famous people arriving. no wonder why mr park wanted you both to be here tonight, to display his family man image.

“what’s there to be nervous about? you’ll get to see beomgyu soon,” sunghoon suddenly grabs onto your hand, making you jump in surprise, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? you said so yourself, baby sister.”

you both hold each other's gazes for a few moments, no one saying a thing. although his words were obviously provoking and filled with distaste, his expression seemed the complete opposite. it was as though he was... dare you say, worried about you, his furrowed brows, soft eyes and tight grasp of your hand the very evidence of that.

... but why would sunghoon be worried about you?

right?

of course he isn’t, you’re just being delusional. this was park sunghoon you’re talking about, a man who has hated you from the start, a man who enjoyed toying with you... a man who couldn’t wait for you to get out of his life.

and that is exactly what you’ll be doing.

“yeah sunghoon... i guess it is but it’s what you want too, isn’t it?”

end.

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[hoshinoyozora]

The Spinster and The Merchant

Yandere! Azul Ashengrotto x Female! Reader

Yet another story inspired by the boy’s masquerade clothes.

Your father had been purchasing medicines from an unknown merchant.

You didn’t know who he was or where he came from. The name Ashengrotto had been unheard of until your father uttered it, and as much as you were skeptical of his true identity, you couldn’t deny that his medicines managed to soothe your mother’s pain. The day was bright when she finally cracked her first smile in so long, and although she still winced sometimes, it remained a blessing to the entire household.

“This joyous moment calls for a celebration, don’t you think?” your father mused. “But because she’s still weak, we shall have a dinner with just the two of us.”

Indeed, it’d been a long time since you both dined together; him being too busy taking care of his wife. The dining room was far too grand, too cold, and too lonely for a single person. The servants only came to carry the plates in and out of the room, hidden behind the side door. That night, everything changed. There were chatters and laughs as you renewed your familial bond with your father. The candlelight danced in the center of the table, surrounded by scrumptious dishes and used utensils. It felt warm despite the approaching winter, and you prayed your mother would join you one day.

And join she did, but not in the same event. One day, a mysterious trio visited your mansion, and your parents came to greet them.

“We are very happy to welcome you here.” your father beamed, caressing your mother’s drooping shoulders. There was a shawl around her to prevent coldness. “And thanks to you, my wife has become a lot better.”

The bespectacled man, presumably the leader and, thus, the merchant, chuckled, “It warms my heart to know about her improvement, Mr. [Last Name]. As a merchant, we seek to provide only the best service for our customers.”

“Ah, yes, yes.”

And they both proceeded to emerge themselves in a long, business-like conversation, with your mother giving her occasional responses by nodding and smiling. You peeked from behind the wall, intrigued yet reluctant to join, and observed the men that flanked the merchant, whose name you learned was actually Azul Ashengrotto. Despite their near similarities, their attitudes highlighted the differences between them. One was casual, almost impolite with his wide legs and bored expression, and the other was proper and quiet. The latter caught your curious eyes and smiled. Your breath hitched slightly when you perceived the pointy teeth through the crack in his lips, and his smile widened knowingly.

Was it normal to have such frightening teeth? Did your father know about this? Glancing at him, he appeared relaxed around them, as if he was talking to a long time friend.

The bizarre man turned to Azul and whispered to his ear. Sky blue eyes, framed by silver frame, spotted your skulking figure and widened.

“Is that…?”

“Oh, yes. This is my daughter, [Name] [Last Name].”

Left with no choice but to comply with the social cues, you hesitantly abandoned your hiding spot and stood near the couch. The gentlemen rose and greeted you.

“What a beautiful daughter you have, Mr. [Name].” Azul grabbed your hand and kissed the top of it. “Her beauty reminds me of a pearl.”

Your father chuckled, “You’re really good at flattering people, Mr. Ashengrotto.”

Yet you felt far from flattered, for you disliked the way he peered up at you whilst simpering against your skin. It reminded you of those nobles, striving to ingratiate themselves shamelessly. Your family might not longer be wealthy due to your mother’s illness, but Azul was a merchant. And merchants saw opportunities in the most unfortunate situations.

You were powerless to stop your father as he led the guests to the dining room for an impromptu lunch, extending their visit longer than necessary. Azul, however, appeared delighted by the offer and requested to refresh himself first. And once again, you conceded with your father’s order to guide Azul to the nearest bathroom. You couldn’t understand why he didn’t ask a servant instead, but the sooner you did it, the faster they’d leave.

“Your mansion is quite lovely,” he remarked, scanning the hallway intermittent with hollow vases. “although it feels a bit… empty.”

You merely nodded, seeing no need to explain the said emptiness unless he asked.

And ask, he did.

“You don’t have many staff around here?”

“My mother is ill, so my father chose to focus on her treatment instead.”

“It must be hard to be forced to live… humbler now. I heard that you used to be one of the richest families in the town.”

You glanced at him curiously. He looked like a newcomer, so had the rumor about your family’s supposed ‘downfall’ reach his ears already? Yet his clothes suggested some level of wealth – with a cocked hat and pearl necklaces, each displaying sea life designs – and your sharp eyes deduced their authenticity. So perhaps those two bizarre men truly worked for him and, thus, relayed the information from the street to him.

Therefore, was it any wonder that he decided to set his sight on your family?

“We’re managing.” you intoned, trying to ignore the sting of bitterness and helplessness from all the belongings you had to sell for your mother’s sake. From dresses, jewelry, and shoes. A humble life was a hard life, but you were grateful for the roof above you and the food on the table.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be able to relieve some of your family’s financial problem once you get married.”

Your face darkened.

“I have no fiancé.”

He rose an eyebrow.

“Oh? May I ask why?”

It wasn’t as if you feared or abhorred marriage, but the knowledge that your mother could die any moment prevented you from accepting any of your suitors. So much so, until you were known as the ‘spinster’ in your circle. Your father had tried to convince you otherwise, until he eventually lost to your obstinacy. Even you didn’t know if you’d get marry after your mother’s death, or if anyone would still like you enough to propose.

“I wish to devote my time and attention to my mother.”

“So, you’ll do anything for her?”

“Absolutely.”

“My, what a dutiful daughter you are. But I imagine it must be tiring sometimes. Surely,” His glasses glinted as Azul peered up at you through the rims. “you dream of novelty once in a while?”

You sighed, vexed by his inquisitiveness.

“My mother’s health is far more important than any fleeting novelty.”

“You’re such an admirable person, Miss [Name]. I hope your sacrifices pay off someday.”

You said nothing and opened the bathroom door for him. At this point, it was more tiring to hear empty wishes, however well-meaning they were, even if the speaker was the merchant whose medicines your mother relied on.

Winter passed, and with it, came spring and your mother’s recovery. The family dinner that seemed so far away, obscured by desperation and near poverty, had returned in the too-wide dining room. She could laugh now, and had apologized for inconveniencing you for so long. You and your father brushed it off, preferring to enjoy the rare moment of togetherness.

Until one day, your father came to you with a strange yet familiar somber expression.

“Dear, this might sound too bold, but would you be willing to marry Mr. Ashengrotto?”

You gaped.

“Pardon?”

He sighed.

“The price for the medicines has risen because the ingredients are getting expensive, but he said he’ll be willing to give it to us for free if you marry him.”

You stared at him for another moment, stunned. You tried to move your mouth, but the words refused to come out.

“I… I didn’t even know he liked me that way!” you protested. “We only met each other once! How could he be so hasty with his proposal?!”

“Dear, many people have married to partners they’ve only seen once. Some have never even seen them until the wedding or the engagement. We might not be a ‘proper’ noble anymore, due to our impoverished state, but we must not forget that such a thing is normal.”

“But just because it’s normal doesn’t mean it’s not shocking!”

“Unfortunately, life isn’t a fairy tale. You know that. We don’t have much money, and I’ve fired some more servants from our house.” Then, your father lowered to his knee and gripped your hands. “Please, [Name]. For your mother’s sake, please accept Mr. Ashengrotto’s proposal.”

Your eyes began to sting the longer you watched his languishing face.

“B-but, Father…” you whispered, lips trembling. “I’ve sacrificed so much already. The only thing I have is my freedom now. If I married him, then what’s left for me?”

“Mr. Ashengrotto is a kind and charming man, I assure you. He’ll take a good care of you, and he might even be able to support us.”

You shook your head stubbornly, ripped your hands out of his grasp. Ignoring his frantic yells, you fled from the room and into the garden. The plants had long since wilted, some were bald, from the lack of care and passing winter. You plopped down on the nearby bench and put your head on your hands, finally having the freedom and privacy to weep.

“Miss [Name], you have a letter.”

You snapped your head up, sniffling and bloodshot. The butler, always so quiet and loyal, extended a letter to you. His wrinkled eyes softened, and he handed you a handkerchief once you received the envelope.

“It could be a good news for you, Milady.”

He didn’t know about the cause of your sadness, nor did he know that the letter only served to cement the inevitability of your doom. In it, Azul acknowledged and sympathized with your mixed feelings, and reiterated his promise to give your parents the medicines for free in exchange of your hand in marriage. He also requested to meet you in a secluded pier near Octavinelle beach should you accept the proposal. Perhaps you’d become too oversensitive from all the disturbances, but you failed to see any genuineness from his writing. It was as if he’d already predicted your acceptance, and the letter was either formed out of pure formality or to soften the blow.

Regardless, Azul didn’t notify when the deadline was, so you chose to procrastinate on it for as long as possible. You tried your best to avoid your father, and even your mother, despite her deteriorating health, could sense the tension between you two.

But, alas, it wasn’t long until he confronted you about it, and with the petulance of a child not having her way and the indignation of someone who had just lost her freedom, you went to the pier.

Somehow, Azul was already there by the time you left the carriage. Alone, with no trace of the twins. Had he been waiting all this time? You suppressed the gratified smirk that tickled the corner of your lips and schooled your features, approaching him with the straightest expression you could muster.

You both greeted each other and he proceeded to kiss the back of your hand. Sulkily, you noted that he didn’t remark on the amount of time you’d taken to spite him.

“It pleased me to know that you’ve accepted my proposal, Miss [Name]. I shan’t let this chance go in vain.”

You scoffed and looked away.

“Didn’t you already force me to marry you?”

Slowly, Azul smirked.

“Certainly not, I was merely presenting a beneficial contract for both of us.”

“Is everything just a business to you?”

“Of course not. I can make you happy too, the same way I’ve made your parents happy. That is,” He pushed his glasses. “if you give me your heart.”

“Isn’t it enough that you have my hand? Must you own everything of me?”

“Once again, I’m merely striving to provide a beneficial situation for everyone included. A happy, loving marriage is definitely a part of it.”

“I don’t see any reason why I should exert myself more than necessary, considering that this is just another case of beneficial marriages. I’ll give you my hand and children, but you shan’t ask for more.”

Azul shrugged.

“If that’s what you wish, so be it. But you shall see, Miss [Name], that everything is easier when you surrender to the current.”

You left the pier with the warning hanging on you like a shadow. What tricks did he have up his sleeve now? He’d taken the one thing precious to you; the one thing that comforted you whenever the cruel nicknames your peers threw at you dig too deep. What more could he want?

The answer came to you when the carriage suddenly stopped a few meters away from the yard. You looked up and opened your mouth to ask, when something burning penetrated your smell.

“M-milady? The house...”

You peeked from the window and your eyes subsequently widened. Fire engulfed your grand, dusty mansion, burning everything and everyone inside. Then, something crashed your carriage from beside until it toppled. A stabbing sound cut off the driver’s scream, and you were left to hear the crackling sound of fire in the distance. Someone opened the door above you, and the familiar face of the bizarre man greeted you.

“Pardon the intrusion, Milady, but I was ordered to bring you home.”

“W-what are you talking about?! What happened to the driver?!”

“That is unimportant. What matters is your safety. So, please, give me your hand.”

“No, tell me what did you do first! Is this Azul’s doing?!”

The man merely grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the fallen carriage. You bumped into his body and looked up. He grinned.

“Forgive me, Milady, but you have to rest first. Let this prepare you for the pleasant surprise later.”

***

It was cold and slightly stifling.

It felt as if you were floating yet an invisible weight pushed you back to earth. Everything sounded blurry, and your eyesight was no better once you woke up.

There was a huge shell-like canopy above you, and you were sleeping in it.

Yet it wasn’t what surprised you the most, rather, it was the constant stream of water around you. You were drowning, but you weren’t breathless. You didn’t die. And your legs–

“Goodness, [Name]! Is this how you wake up every morning?!”

A pair of blackened arms with small purple fins pulled you up from the sea floor until you sat back on the bed. The creature in front of you was the creepiest one you’d ever seen, but he wasn’t entirely unrecognizable.

He was, after all, your own fiancé and the merchant.

“Don’t scare me like that again, do you hear me?!”

You gaped at him. At his golden seashell necklace, his partially nude body, and his tentacles.

“What… what are you? Who are you?!”

“Calm down, [Name].” he murmured, rubbing your back before you could fully hyperventilate. “I know everything seems strange right now, but over time, you’ll get used to it.”

“No! Answer my question first!”

Azul withdrew slightly, surprised by your insistence.

“I didn’t expect such an attitude from you, but I suppose Jade wasn’t lying to me.”

“Jade? Is he the one who burned down my house?! Where is he?! And his damned twin too!”

“I said calm down, [Name].” he hissed, pushing your shoulders down. “Shouldn’t you talk to your future husband first before you go to another man?”

Slowly, you turned to him.

“What’s there to talk about?! You ordered them to destroy my mansion, forced me to become your wife, and stole my legs for a tail! You broke the rules, Azul!”

He frowned.

“No, I didn’t. I said I’ll give the medicines to your parents for free, if you marry me. But I didn’t say that they get to use it.”

“So, you lied to me?! All this time you’ve been manipulating us like some kind of puppets?!”

“It’s not my fault that none of you read the proposal correctly, and instead blindly accepted it. And besides, you said it yourself that you’re willing to do absolutely anything for your mother.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but his argument had rendered you speechless. It was a basic rule, of course. You remembered, far in your childhood, all the tedious lessons about laws and contracts. How you should always read the terms and conditions properly, and clarify if there was any ambiguity. But desperation and anger had made you both overlook the blatant loopholes, and now, you had to pay the price.

“Why…?” you whispered, voice cracking like your heart. “Why me? Why not others?”

“Because I admire you.” Azul murmured, caressing your cheeks that were wet from the brine and tears. “I admire how devoted you are to your mother, to your family, even if it earned you mockery from your peers. I admire how stoic you are in the face of pain and pleasure, and how you’re able to stand your ground. Nobody can be the perfect wife and mother to me.”

And for the second time in the same span, you burst out crying. Azul cooed and pushed your body into his chest.

“No longer will you be known as the ‘spinster’, but instead, as Lady Ashengrotto.” he simpered, resting his chin against your hunched back. “My wife and mother to our children.”

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[teyvathandymenclub]

First Meet - Kamisato Ayato (P.1)

Story: Unexpected change of plans leads you into even more unexpected situation.

Characters: Kamisato Ayato

TW: N/A

“I'm so nervous.” You sight as you finish up your make-up.

“Do not be. They won't even notice that you are here.”

“Well, that´s nice to know.” You gaze at your friend.

You were supposed to spend this night curled up under a blanket eating and watching whatever you fancied. But, your friend called for help and you couldn't say no. So now you're on some fancy gala night/ball in a dress that is too tight, because the girl they were meant for fell sick.

“How am I supposed to carry these heavy plates when I am not even able to properly breathe?”

“”Well, you know that you could say no.” Your friend winks at you.

“You are right. Sorry. Let's do this.”

As the sun disappeared behind the mountains, staff lit up what looked like hundreds of lanterns around the endless gardens of the local diplomat´s private property. All the guests started to fill every corner of the garden and gather in numerous groups. This magical image of the warm evening filled with soft candlelight and fresh ocean breeze made you appreciate this unexpected opportunity. 

The whole night went unexpectedly smooth and you and a few other girls were walking around the last guests to make sure that they had everything they needed.

Even though the night was a blast, you were impatiently waiting for them to leave, because your feet were screaming at you to finally get out from the killer heels you were wearing for hours now.

There is a bench! Your mind alerts you. You look around if no one is watching. Five minutes, that's all you need. As you reach the bench in the furthest corner of the garden you can almost hear your feet sight out of relief. You quickly unstrap the heels and stretch your fingers.

“Oh my god, that's so good.”

“What is? May I know, too?”

Hearing a strange man's voice out of nowhere makes you jump. When you finally spot the dark silhouette in front of you, you start to retreat, but you tremble and fall over the bench right in the flower bed.

“Oh my! Carefully!”

A stranger runs to you and reaches his hand to you. 

“No! Please, do not touch me.” You quickly crawl in the opposite direction.

“Miss, I am sorry that I scared you, but there is no need to act like this.”

You stop and turn to him.

“Dear Mr. Whoever, you scared me and now you expect that and I let you near me? I need to protect myself!”

“Of course, I understand. May I introduce myself?”

“Go ahead.“

“I am Kamisato Ayato and you are currently laying on my favorite flowers.”

“The Yashiro Commissioner?! I didn't know that you live here.” You jump on your tired feet. “I didn't even know how you look. Please, do not punish me for my behavior. And for your damaged flowers. I promise that you will never see me again.”

“That would be unfortunate.” Ayato smiles.

“What? Um. I mean… Pardon?”

“You are something else and it's quite refreshing.” He laughs. “I do not recall meeting a woman so full of fire and chaos. Ever. Every lady that I met is so behaved, sophisticated, and mannered, and you…”

“Thank you, I guess?”

“Yes, you can take it as a compliment.” He chuckles. “Please, sit down and let me help you.”

Ayato picks up your shoes and gets on his knee. As he takes your foot, you try to free yourself from him, but he holds you firmly.

“I just want to help you. Will you let me?”

“Yes.” You whisper and loosen yourself a little bit.

Ayato slowly straps your heels and when he is done, he looks up at you and smiles.

“I should go now, they will be looking for me.”

“I am sure that they would not. I have already said my farewells to everyone. And besides that, now you are busy making me a company.”

“Thank you. For this weird, but special evening. Your gardens are really beautiful at night.”

“It's really beautiful all the time, but I have to admit that nothing beats the night atmosphere of our home.” He smiles. “Maybe…” Ayato frowns.

“Maybe?”

“Maybe only the sight of morning rays filling every little corner of the estate. Would you like to see it?”

“I… Oh. I don't think I should.” You blush.

“I didn't mean it like that, but I would be lying if I say that I don't like the idea.“

“I should go.”

“Of course. Here, take this.” Ayato offers you his coat.

“You have to.”

“No, I can´t, but thank you.” He points at your dress.

“Why didn't you tell me sooner?!” You freak out. Your whole back is ripped open and your underwear is on display for everyone. You grab his coat and wrap yourself. “I can't go home like this.”

“Come with me. I will help you.”

You follow Ayato right into his house. As you enter, he offers you his hand and you accept it. He leads you into a spacious room and leaves. “I will be right back.”

After a moment he comes back with a long silk dress and hands them to you. 

“Why do you have women's dresses here?”

“Well, I guess you do not know that I have a sister either.” Ayato smiles. “I will wait outside.”

“That makes sense.” You frown and quickly undress. At least you tried before the ripped zipper got stuck in your bra and hair, too. “Oh, god.” You try to free yourself somehow but without luck.

“Is everything ok?” Ayato asks and enters the room with a hand over his eyes. “It's been almost half an hour. If you don't like the dress I picked, I can bring something else.”

“No. I just… I am such a mess. It's been a long day, and now this. I am stuck and I think that I won't make it without your help. Would you mind?”

“No, just let me…” He puts down his hand and realizes that you are almost naked. You can feel how he is absorbing every inch of your bare skin.

“Please?” You interrupt him.

He quickly comes to you and after a moment he gets you out of the contraption that used to be a dress. Ayato also helps you to get into the new dress. 

“Just in case.” He chuckles. 

You feel every little touch of his big hands and almost ask for more. As he zips you up, you realize, that he smells like the ocean. Fresh cold water with hints of some kind of spices. When he is done with the dress, he takes your hair and to your surprise, he starts brushing it. As he puts them up and pins them with some kind of brooch, he places a kiss on the back of your neck. You cannot help but gasp for air as shivers cover your whole body.

“All done. He steps away to look at you. You look stunning.” He smiles. 

“Mr. Ayato?” A strange voice interrupts you. “Did you need me?”

“Yes. This lady needs company on her way home. Will you take her home safely?”

“Of course.” The young man smiles at you and offers you his arm. You take it, and just like that, you are leaving. Without even saying goodbye. One last time you turn around and realize that Ayato is still there watching you leave. 

#genshin impact #genshin #impact #fanfic #fanfiction #kamisato ayato #kamisato #ayato #genshin impact x reader #kamisato x reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader

[bejeweledblondie]

The Lakes

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F! Reader

Summary: While on leave for a vacation road trip, Y/N & Johnny come across the Windermere Peaks & talk about their future together. Based on “The Lakes” off of Folklore by Taylor Swift

A/N: Miss Swift is a big inspiration for my work she has a huge discography so yeah, legit this is all I want too. If I could resort to living a small cabin in the woods by a beautiful lake I’d be seventh heaven

Warnings: none

“I don’t belong, & my beloved neither do you”

It had been a few years since you & Johnny took a vacation all to yourselves. He had been working overtime consistently for the past few months & finally he was given some time off. You put in for vacation time & the both of you decided on a road trip. There were still parts of the new country you called home you hadn’t seen before & you wanted to see them in a fun way. Johnny & you had been driving all over the UK for the past two weeks. You planned on ending your trip in Edinburgh so he could show you around his favorite locals spots.

Johnny pulled the rental car you two had chosen into the parking lot of the bed & breakfast the two of you were staying at. It was a old Tudor style cottage in the northwest English countryside. You studied literature at university & wanted to see where William Wordsworth spent the final years of his career as a writer. He parked the car & the two of you started to unpack the car. The air was crisp & refreshing compared to the smog that sat over London. You looked up at the cottage, admiring it’s wisteria & ivy that grew along the side of the building.

“Come on love let’s get settled, then we can go for a nice lunch.” Johnny said grabbed your suitcase from your hand. He never let you carry your own luggage. The both of you walked in & were amazed by the decor. Victorian furniture & carved oak woodwork decorated the interior. A small older woman greeted the two of you from the top of the stairs.

“Oh you must be the MacTavish’s!” She said & started down the stairs.

“Yes ma’am, we are.” Johnny replied smiling at her.

“Oh well I am Mrs. Harkness,” She greeted them. “But please call me Rebekah. Come follow me upstairs I’ll show you around & to your rooms.” The more you looked around the home the more you realized this was your ideal home. The cozinesses & tranquility brought a sense of comfort to you. The room Johnny had rented could’ve made you melt into the floor. A marble fireplace with a Edwardian clock faced the art deco style bed with green velvet bedding. “I’ll leave you two, enjoy your stay. Breakfast is from nine to eleven am tomorrow.”

“Oh John,” You sighed looking around the room. “This room is beautiful.”

“I knew you’d love it.” He said smirking to himself as he put your suitcases on the small loveseat that was in the corner of the room. “You want to get some lunch?” He asked. You nodded following him out of the room. After getting a recommendation from Rebekah you guys decided on a small sandwich shop. The both of you decided on a outdoor picnic the autumn air was perfect for it. The two of you picked a willow tree that sat upon a hill over looking the lakes.

“This is perfect John.” You said turning to look at him. He brushed some of the hair that had flown into your face over your ear.

“I know darling.” He replied. You leaned into his touch & he leaned in for a kiss. He placed one hand on your waist deepening the kiss. Once the two of you were coming up for the air you rested your foreheads together.

“This is what I want for us John.” You softly said. “Imagine it, us maybe a sheep dog & two little ones running around. A cottage that overlooks the lakes.” You smiled just at the thought of it. “I want for our little ones to grow up with grass, trees, for them to be adventurous.”

“Just like their mother,” John started & kissed you again.

“More like you Mr. MacTavish.” You replied & booped his nose. You took his hand pressing it to your little now growing baby bump. His large hands started to rub small circles on your stomach. You brought a hand up to his face your finger tips danced along his stubble. Just you wanted to basking this intimate moment for as long as you could.

“God I love you so much.” John whispered.

“I love you most.” You replied kissing him again. “We should get going baby MacTavish has decided they want something sweet.” You giggled.

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[xiaophobic]

‧₊˚.𖧧. START OF SPRING!

𖤐 01. — including! — (in order) diluc, thoma, xiao, albedo, & arataki itto <3

genre/warnings! 𖤐 02. — modern!au, fluff, a whole bunch of meet-cutes, itto is so stupid but it’s okay please accept the pick-up line, diluc’s kind of doesn’t make sense BUT DON’T THINK ABOUT IT TOO MUCH, they get progressively longer? sorry LOL, xiao’s is an nyc train station if you couldn’t tell ^^

༉‧₊˚. SYNOPSIS! — spring symbolizes change, growth, and prosperity; the start of something new. thus, below are the moments in which the season of spring began for the two of you, and in turn the blossoming of your relationship.

#. DILUC — !

it starts in tending to your garden…

beaming rays of sunlight drape themselves along your skin, and you smile at how the changed weather welcomes you. in any other situation this heat might’ve been frustrating, but it’s the first of its yearly debut. it’s refreshing. bringing yourself to immediately hate it is practically impossible.

you find yourself fitting in your worn gardening gloves. it’ll be nice to mend the likely overgrown vines and fall back into the rewarding routine. who knows, maybe you’ll find something new blossoming?

across from your quaint garden, you spot a fairly unfamiliar man tending to the clusters of grape vines adjacent to your property. you conclude he must be your neighbor, diluc ragnvindr, who you’ve come to know as the owner of a specific winery somewhere on the outskirts of the city through passing conversations with his warehouse manager. though, you’ve rarely ever caught glimpse of him before, and based on how striking he appears from your view, you’d definitely remember if you had.

maybe it’s the extra dopamine from all the sunshine you’re getting, but you decide to take the leap.

“good morning, mr. ragnvindr!” you offered, loud enough for him to hear.

surprise is evidently a good look on him as you can feel your face heat up in a way you can’t possibly blame on the weather. his hardened stare quickly dissolves at seeing it’s just you, his pretty neighbor whom he’s been silently pining over for months. a foreign flutter ignites in his chest, a feeling that he’ll momentarily blame the pollen intake for.

yet, he waves back to you and you smile so brightly it almost hurts to look at, and pollen can no longer take the fall for his butterflies.

#. THOMA — !

it starts in stopping to get breakfast…

you lead your life differently when you’re happy. when the clouds finally part to reveal the sun and mother nature caresses your face as a greeting after a long rest, you smile and get out of bed just a bit earlier. the wind sounds like a song from your adolescent years and your lighter clothes feel like home. and it’s warm out!

so, with your newfound “early bird gets the worm” mentality, your phone’s clock confirms that you’ve got time to spare before committing to your day’s responsibilities. and if you remember correctly, there is this new café you’ve been meaning to try.

stepping through the doors of the new establishment, you marvel at how vibrant its decor is. it’s beautiful, enough to already solidify for yourself that you’re absolutely going to frequent it. however, in the center of it all might be the prettiest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

he stands in front of you in line, his toned back showing through his thin white shirt. he’s on the phone and you blush at the sweetness of his voice despite it not even being directed toward you. he turns to thank the barista for his drink and his eyes glisten and god, if he’s here then this café doesn’t have to hesitate in putting you down as a regular.

you’re ordering for yourself before you know it, the cashier having to repeat their kind “hello, how may i help you today?” to snap you out of your daze. the aroma of their goods is astounding, the baked treats within the display booth taunting you. you wonder if you should reconsider not purchasing any as you begin to leave, but that’d mean —

you shriek, “o-oh my god, i’m so sorry!”

the contents of your drink suddenly end up all over the shop’s wooden floor, as well as the man you’d previously been ogling. napkins fly from your bag onto the spill, and you hear him chuckle above you at your sudden frenzy. he bends down to help as well, because of course he does (why is he also kind?!).

strings of hurried apologies tumble from your lips until you meet his eyes. you already knew he was gorgeous (even more so when you’re face-to-face), though having him coyly smile at you and assure you it was purely a mistake almost has you dropping to the floor instead.

“you’re fine, don’t worry.” he grins through his words, eyeing you with interest. “but, if you’d maybe be open to me buying you another cup, i wouldn’t mind that.”

#. XIAO — !

it starts in taking a different train…

flower buds decorate the trees along your path, the essence of a changed season weaving itself within the new setting. however, all days must come to an end, and you find yourself searching for the nearest transportation hub in order to get home.

an unfamiliar territory means stepping out of your comfort zone, though you chose to be okay with that once you decided to walk a different path than you usually do. so, what’s one more change of pace? you’ll use a different station then you usually do.

the seats on the train are blue instead of the warm, multicolored ones you’re used to. the automated announcements sound different and the stops all have different names, and it’s nice! change is good.

it’s late, meaning there are naturally less people aboard the train alongside you. in the car you’re in, you count two people, including yourself. the other passenger sits opposite of you, looking off to the side with an generally uninterested expression. his stoicism is dangerously intriguing, but you can’t even truly tell if he’s aware you’re there.

the train’s movement pauses, and a voice booms within the speaker announcing that you’re expected to be moving again shortly. you don’t think much of it, it’s common. in the silence granted by the absence of the train’s screeching, you’re able to hear the music blasting within the headphones of the man across from you, and so like any other people watcher, you study him.

does he live around you? you’ve been following the same path for a while so he must, at the very least, be close. he’s likely new to the city, you rationalize. you’d like to talk to him, though should you? it’d be breaking the unspoken rule of thumb about wearing headphones in public, but the urge to engage in conversation hangs on your tongue. as if sensing your thoughts, you lock eyes with him through what seems to you as a passing glance of his (he’s been stealing “passing glances” since you walked on the train. you’re too gorgeous not to).

“i like your star,” you start, sheepishly. he hesitantly pushes his headphones onto his neck, focusing his energy onto you, and the sudden attention makes you nervous.

you dial back. “diamond? star? i like it, it’s pretty, really!”

for a second he only stares at you dumbfounded. pretty? he moves his fingers to graze over the birthmark adorning his forehead. it’s always garnered him attention, though “pretty” is relatively new. the train begins to move again while he internalizes your comment, and you watch with interest as his initial confusion warps into realization, and is quickly overruled by flustering.

“thank you,” he mutters. a slight smile accompanies his words, but the sight fades as contemplation takes over his expression.

your minds clutter in unison as you ponder how to ensure that this interaction isn’t your last. ask him what he’s listening to, where he’s heading, his name, even. anything to keep him from fading away into the sea of city goers.

the train doors slam open in the midst of your thoughts, and you sigh in horribly evident disappointment as the automated voice above booms out the name of your street. with a readjustment of your bag and a last glance at your newly acquired train crush, you’re pleasantly surprised with how he mirrors your motions of walking off.

“is this also your stop?”

#. ALBEDO — !

it starts in getting caught in the rain…

what’s the saying again? “april showers bring may flowers”, correct? well, it’s unknown whether the same notion can be applied to something akin to a thunderstorm.

regardless of your feelings toward rainy weather, you doubt it can be denied that pouring rainfall as violent as this is, at the very least, a slight inconvenience. especially for someone like you, who intended on taking the scenic route on the way home, only to be greeted with roaring thunders in return for your comfort zone departure.

luckily, you had enough foresight to carry an umbrella. judging by the way this approaching storm looks, however, you fear it might not last very long.

choosing to forgo your pessimism, you carry on your path, adding a bit more speed than usual to your step. the skies cloud with grey more and more each second, though you omit your encroaching panic. you’ll be fine, you’ve got this.

maybe it’s to taunt you, but as soon as your self affirmations begin to float about in your mind, a surge of lightning crackles in the distance, startling you so bad you almost drop the umbrella entirely. the winds pick up right on cue too, pushing all your surroundings to and fro. a bed of flowers you’d have like to take a picture of were it not currently storming were plucked away by the breeze, petals and all. so much for the scenic route.

each step begins to feel like a marathon as you fight against the bashing storm, though despite it all, you were still doing it! …or so you thought. unfortunately, just when you were about to round the corner of a block, your umbrella’s upper half snapped right within your hold. your only protection had inverted, now collecting a pool of water above your head.

you almost scream at the sensation of the rain starting to pour down in you and the frustration from your last shred of hope fading away. you do what most people around you have taken to, and you run to the nearest shelter you can find.

a lonely bus stop rears its way into your view, and you begrudgingly slot yourself underneath it next to its only other occupant. a perfectly dry man protecting himself under a quant little black umbrella, seemingly unbothered by the state of the world around him at the moment. a twinge of jealousy claws at you.

you ignore him for the most part, more focused on composing yourself as much as you can before you trudge back out into this rain. you try not to let your approaching crash hit as the adrenaline rush wears off from this break, though the seat of this bus stop welcomes you so nicely.

“excuse me,” bus stop boy (that’s what you’ve decided to name him) prods at your attention, already looking a bit apologetic at how you stare back at him. “would you like this?”

he extends his own umbrella towards you, and you only blink at him. what? is this complete stranger just offering his umbrella to you?

sensing your apprehension, he clears his throat and starts again.

“i’ve carried a spare. i had plans to meet with someone, though they never showed due to the storm.” bus stop boy digs through his bag, pulling out an umbrella identical to the one he’s been trying to hand you.

“i can assure you they’re both brand new and very efficient.” he offers a reassuring smile, a real one that reaches his eyes. “you just looked like you could use it. i apologize if i’ve come off too strong.”

the small bubble of jealousy from earlier twists into guilt for ever conjuring the feeling. you can tell he’s kind just from the sound of his words, it was entirely the rain’s fault for making you think that’s way earlier. you reach out and he hands you the umbrella, his gloved hands brushing yours for only a second. (it’s enough to make the rain droplet that rolls down your cheek feel cool against your blush).

you hold it above your head, feeling protected once more. looking out at the street signs you conclude you’re not as far from your destination as you thought, only a few more blocks. being indoors once again after this storm entices you enough to make you stand, ready to venture out.

“thank you…?” you trail off, realizing you have no actual name to place onto your current savior.

“albedo,” he finishes for you, catching on. albedo, huh? you bite back a giggle, you can’t decide whether or not bus stop boy fits him better.

“thank you, albedo.”

he only nods politely at your thanks, choosing not to speak again should his voice betray his heart, given that it surged at how sweetly his name rolled off your tongue.

“please, be safe.”

#. ITTO — !

it starts in being chased by dogs…

unethical, isn’t it?

about a week before this predicament of yours, this peculiar new neighbor settled into the apartment next to your own. a decently good guy, at least from what you’ve experienced with him so far. you bumped into him whilst taking out your trash and he introduced himself as “the oni sumo king itto”, which was a bit strange, but his sickeningly proud grin when he said it was too distracting for you to really judge him for it.

unfortunately, no amount of distracting beauty can take away from the fact that you’re currently running for your life!

somewhere during his first few weeks within your neighborhood, “itto” (the oni sumo king?) had managed to become a dog walker. it’s not necessarily a strange occurrence, though when you catch glimpses of a very large man caring for dogs that individually amount to the size of his arms alone, it’s a bit more endearing to see.

with this being true, it’s only natural that you let the charm of his occupation entrance you a bit when you’d seen him across the street, right? a hyper little labrador puppy melted under his hand as he pet it, tail wagging a mile a minute. as cute as the dogs he handles were, the boyish grin he sported dared to rival them. he embodied the job perfectly.

the stoplight chimed as green flashed above you, and you pulled yourself out your trance in order to cross. he tightens his hold on the many leashes as he begins to walk as well. you’re about to intercept him when you debate whether or not to greet him, though you ultimately decide against it. you rationalize to not let the allure of how adorable he looks with those dogs fool you too soon.

however, your new neighbor is about as extroverted as they come.

“hey, neighbor!” his voice is as stupidly bright and boastful as it was upon your first introduction.

if you weren’t literally in the middle of a crosswalk, you might’ve stopped to verbalize a “hello” back. you only waved, though, and based off his unwavering smile, he didn’t seem to have much of a problem with that. (how many thoughts are truly behind those eyes?)

thinking you can continue on with your day now, you resume planning your tasks. let’s see, groceries, visit the community garden, oh! and you’d like to pass by the bookstore if you have time — what’s that?

a high-pitched growling can be heard behind you, followed by a squeaky bark and all to quickly the scraping sound of paws against asphalt as the dogs and by association, itto, come charging at you.

your mind definitely lags a bit as your body responds quicker than anticipated. is it even smart to run from a pack of dogs? god, any questions right now are absolutely not getting answered, not when you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. looking back isn’t an option as it’d slow you down (would a demise caused by a bunch of puppies truly be that bad?), though you can hear your neighbor desperately pleading for the dogs to stop. maybe that’d be funny if it wasn’t at your expense.

after what feels like hours of cardio you did not ask for, your savior approaches in the distance. the bookstore! pets aren’t allowed in there, you’ll be freed! you speed up as much as you can and duck inside, the clerk inside giving you one of the strangest looks you’ve ever received. ignoring the embarrassment from that, you revel in the fact that your plan worked as you watch the dogs drag a very exasperated-looking itto down the next street, completely unaware of your diversion.

you can’t believe you just got chased by the same buff jerk you were prematurely crushing on only a few minutes ago! this is undoubtedly the end of whatever budding feelings you could’ve had for him.

well, that’s what you would say if that same jerk hadn’t later come to deliver what he deemed an “apology cake” made by his roommate. it was beautifully decorated with tons of flowers and intricate designs. through the translucent seal of the box it came in, you could read the words “chase your dreams” spelled out in frosting.

“chase your dreams?” you start, your tone a tad more annoyed than you’d like.

“it’s what i asked shinobu to write on the cake!” still as joyful as ever, isn’t he?

your accusatory glare seemed to affect him way quicker than you thought it would, and he began to shrink before you. his head hung low as he spoke his next words.

“i was planning on turning around and sparkin’ up a conversation with you when you crossed the street, and i guess the little guys might’ve saw somethin’ and started chasing you. that’s my bad…” he starts toying with his fingers as a means of expressing his nervousness. he’s being genuine. that’s sweet. (you’re supposed to be mad at him!)

“so i asked shinobu to write “chase your dreams”, ‘cause…that’s kinda what i was doin’, right? if you catch my drift…”

it takes a moment to process, but when it renders that, on top of everything, he’s just indirectly flirted with you through a cake, you have to fight the urge to laugh and maintain whatever semblance is left of your grudge.

you sigh. maybe he isn’t all bad.

thank you so much for reading !!! ily MWAH be safe 🫂

#.xiaophobic’s #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #thoma x reader #albedo x reader #xiao x reader #itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #i kin itto so bad WHY DID I JUST BULLY HIM

[doctorhouse5343]

Safe In Your Love (there isn't a tempest I can't take) Chapter 2

"Well aren't you a pretty sight, did you wake up electrocuted or did you decide to experiment with a can of hairspray? Either way, you should totally go out like this with your 'partner', it would make great photos" Corin chuckled as he looked at the mess that was his best friend's hair, he then went on further as he poured himself a glass of orange juice "Should I call the goblins and tell them that I found their king here or should I just get a masquerade-ball started?".

Hobo Heart muttered an incoherent answer as a response to his friend's teasing, taking a sip of his coffee as his overly cheerful and happy buddy sat down at the table across him, a huge grin on his face. "Soooo, did you have any fun at that gathering? Did any of Desire's siblings make that little heart of yours go pitter patter? C'mon, I need all the details!" The blonde's smile was wide as he rested his chin in the palm of his hands, attention focused on the librarian's facial expressions though was left disappointed by his reply "It was nice, I had a good time but no one really caught my attention like that...None of the elder siblings are really my type : Destiny is nice and all but I don't think he would stick by my side during a situation if there was any encyclopedias involved, which I could hardly blame him for. Death is really fun and easy going but I am not as friendly as she is, if she were to drag me in any social setting I'd try to run immediately. And yes Corin, I am also never going to see myself with Destruction for almost the same reason that I gave for his sister, the potential of being carried around won't sway me" The last sentence brought a pout of the well-dressed male, who felt like his friend was being a stick in the mud and could use a little push.

"Look, I'm not saying that you should marry one of them on the spot, I am just saying that keeping your eyes and your heart open won't do you any harm, besides you could use some butterflies instead of the fake heartbeat that those weird realistic heart plushies that you like so much provide you with...Think about it, alright? Not every guy out there is like the twat you dedicated your time to" After giving him that sage advice, his best friend went out of the house with the intention of ;finally; asking his crush out and promising to text him all the details later in the evening. 

Hobo Heart soon let out a tired yawn as he went to take a shower, putting some death metal to fill up the silence of the flat, allowing him to relax as he found himself wondering about Dream Murphy and his husband Robert 'Hob' Gadling , the couple that prompted Desire in getting a fake relationship though he still didn't understand why he was chosen out of all people : sure his appearance was out of the norm, it certainly didn't match his job but other than that he was quite ordinary in comparison to the beautiful successful writer and his handsome  lover. An annoyed sigh left his lips as he caught himself thinking about their first meeting again, oh what he would give to be able to have another lovely conversation with Mr. Gadling while sneaking glances at the ever so lovely Mr. Murphy...No, he had to stop letting his thoughts wander off again, he had things to do and now was not the time so he shook himself up (both mentally and physically) and turned on the shower to wash himself.

He screamed along to his favorite songs, letting his feelings out before eventually getting out to dry himself off, feeling more refreshed and calm as he put on a knitted sweater that had little skulls over them with a pair of jeans and his white hair tied up in a loose bun to complete the look. Since he had a lot of time on his hands, he decided to lie on the couch with his favorite book The Throne Of Bones, written by Brian McNaughton. He was just about to read the story of Ringard and Dendra until the sound of his cell-phone ringing interrupted his attempt, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he took the call "Hello, you have reached the phone of Hobo Heart. If you have any inquiries about the 'Fiddler's Green' library call there at another time, we are currently closed. If that isn't why you called, please start stating your reason quickly before I hand up on you" The words were rather harsh in comparison to the ones he'd normally use but the librarian didn't like to be disturbed during his reading time so the person on the other line had to be quick with their reply.

"Oh my, someone woke up grumpy, or is that your usual greeting? I assume not many call you at this time of the day" Desire's voice replied to his bad mood with amusement, making him feel bad as he sighed "Sorry about that, how are you doing?" The question made the blonde smile at the end of the line as they were lying on the couch in a cat like manner, smirking a bit as they answered "I just got off a call with my beloved brother Dream, I am sure you remember him". The teasing in their tone brought another sigh out of Hobo Heart, who then pinched the bridge of his nose as the red-lipped beauty continued to speak "Apparently you have made such a good impression at the family gathering yesterday that my brother and his husband want to invite the both of us for dinner at their humble abode, I believe my sweet nephews will be present there as well…Don't worry, I took the liberty to say yes on your behalf so you can feel free to thank me later. Afterall, you have mentioned yourself that the library is currently closed at this time so why spend the whole day cooped up indoors when you can spend it in lovely company? I will pick you up in an hour or two so in the meantime do take the time to unclench your jaw and relax your stiff shoulders, I can feel the tension radiating off you from a mile" With those kind words Desire hung up with a delighted smile, grinning at their twin while the librarian glared at his cell-phone before sighing and resuming his reading while trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered at the mere mention of the beautiful raven haired writer whose beauty occupied his dreams.

"Do you think that they are driving safely? What if they get themselves caught in very bad traffic?" His husband's worry brought a chuckle out of the writer's peony lips as his finger tenderly stroked the stubble covering the university professor's handsomely tanned cheeks "Fret not my heart, I am certain that the both of them are going to make an entrance soon. My sibling has many fault but bad driving is not one of them" His soft words eased the male's worries as he went back to peeling some potatoes for the meal that he was planning for their guests. "I know that there's no point in worrying but I can't help it, Dream : there's so many things that could go wrong! I mean, when's the last time that we ever cooked for a date of one of your siblings? I really want to do something great, to properly welcome him into our family, I just…" He sighed, shaking his head a bit "I know it's silly but I really want him to like me, to like us". Hob leaned into his husband's warm embrace as he felt the ravenette's slender arms wrap around his waist, the soft kisses pressed against his neck bringing a few giggles out of him as he felt himself calm down at last. A knock at the door made the two of them look at eachother with a smile before the pair went to let their guests inside, greetings soon exchanged as Desire stepped inside with their usual signature red-lipped smile while Hobo Heart gave a shy 'thank you' in response to the university teacher helping him put his coat onto the rack located next to the door for convenience. The kind brown haired man soon tried to do everything in his power to put the younger male at ease, pouring him a glass of orange juice and letting him know that if he needed anything, he and his husband were in the kitchen and just a holler away in case of an emergency before going back to making the extra cheesy potato and dill gratin that was going to be their meal.

Desire chuckled at the white haired male's awkwardness as they sat him down in the sofa, squeezing his hand to reassure him that everything was going to be alright when two boys ran in the living room "Auncle Desire!!" One of the boys exclaimed excitedly as he was soon pulled into a hug, the blonde chuckling in delight "Robyn, look at you! You have gotten taller than the last time I saw you! Orpheus, you as well!" The boy named Orpheus gave a shy nod in reply as his eyes were focused on Hobo Heart, making the other boy look at Desire in questioning. "Heart, these two lovely boys are my nephews. Robyn, Orpheus, this is my boyfriend Hobo Heart" The minute the introductions were made, the energetic Robyn to ask him many questions about his job, his interests and his favorite food, eventually Orpheus joined. In no time at all the three were having a good laugh or two, the boys liking the boyfriend of their auncle very much already "This is the first time that I ever saw Orpheus come out of this shell this quickly, you really are good with children" Hob's smiling face made the white haired male's heart leap out of his throat when he lifted his head to see who spoke, eyes wide as he took in the gorgeous sight before him : the hot teacher was wearing a pink apron that only added to his already good looks, making his knees weak as he tried to hold his ground. But things got more difficult when the brown eyed professor's husband wrapped his arms around the man, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek as he gave the librarian a sinfully seductive look before saying, as if he didn't just lit up a spark in the younger male's heart "Come my love, we wouldn't want to let our guest go hungry" The word in that hot mouth of his turned Hobo Heart's knees into jelly as he did all in his power to stay calm. The writer gave him a teasing smirk as he returned to the kitchen with his partner, all the while showing off his cute cat themed apron in a way that left his guest breathless.

Soon dinner was served and the librarian finally had calmed himself, having recovered from the whiplash of feelings that he wasn't all too familiar with. While he was enjoying his food, it became clear to him that Dream wasn't done with his merciless teasing just yet : every bite that the raven haired male took was punctuated with eyes rolling back in pleasure, seductive looks delivered as pleased hums left those perfect lips during the entirety of the meal while his partner was being his usual bubbly self. It reached a point where the minute that everyone was finished, the librarian immediately offered to help Hob with the dishes, leaving the writer and his sibling alone in the dinning room "Polite, generous and eager to help..Desire, I must say that I had my doubts when you first brought him in but now I see how wrong I was" The words brought a smug smile to the blonde's lips, which quickly faded as their brother went on "But be that is it may, you must be aware of the fact that a gentle heart such as his is not one meant to be played with until you grow bored. You are meant to cherish it, to keep safe and nurtured as long as you live. If you are not careful and discard him so carelessly", Desire stared at the ravenette as he got off his chair, circling them as he went on, "another who can see his worth will swoop him right under your nose, giving him all that he could ever need and render your cold, unfeeling touch a mere memory".

Desire narrowed their golden eyes at their brother, giving him a tight-lipped smile "Is that meant to be a threat, dear brother of mine? You could do so much better than that…It seems that you have lost your touch" The tone that they used was confident but underneath that bravado they were rather nervous, recoiling in their chair as the ravenette shook his head with a smile. "Not threat, no. I am simply reminding you that the boy whose heart you captured is not a doll" Dream soon leaned in as he whispered, grinning all the while "Heed my warning, my dear sibling" He then pulled away just as his husband walked into the room with their guest, who still couldn't look him in the eyes without becoming flustered. "I think he should go home and rest, he looks like he's running a temperature" The teacher said with a worried look on his face as Desire immediately agreed and, after everyone bid their goodbyes, drove the skull-faced male back to his place.

The first thing that Hobo Heart did was take a cold shower as a desperate attempt to wake himself up from what felt like one of his weird dreams before going to his room to get some much needed sleep. At first it was working, he felt himself drifting off quickly but soon his thoughts went to the university professor, the apron that he was wearing, his kind smile...The white haired male shook his head vigorously as he placed his head on the colder side of his pillow to get back into a dreamless sleep but soon the handsome goth took over his mind, everything about him making his knees weak as his eyes shot open as he shook at the sudden revelation : He was in love with the both of them. The realization left him shaking as he sent his best friend Corin a simple text that said : Fuck, I'm in love😭😰

#safe in your love au #spooky throuple #dreamling #the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman fanfiction #writer!dream x professor hob x librarian!hobo heart #dream x hob x hobo heart #hobo heart

[genderflu1dwh0r]

waitress!Jade (too tired to proofread)

Jade had gotten told that some celebrity was going to be at their restaurant, when she asked who, her boss just told her that it was a surprise. That only confused her more, she shrugged it off, ending her shift. A week went by, it was now Friday, 6:32PM. She was wiping down a table when she heard the doors being opened, the bell chimed at the top. She was used to the noise of the bell, but not the tons of cameras going off and people yelling over each other. Her attention snapped over to see what the noise was about, her eyes went wide.

Tori. Fucking. Vega.

When she saw her, she shot up, standing up like a Drill Sargent demanded it. Jade quickly grabbed the cleaning supplies she was using and went off to the kitchen. Her boss quickly pulled her by the arm, making her look at him. "West, you'll be the main waiter for you know who." He smiled, Jade tried to get out of it, but he just patted her back. "Good luck." He left, Jade stood there, slack jawed. She slowly set the supplies down, wiping her hands on her waist apron. She turned, grabbing her notepad and pen from the pocket and walking out of the kitchen. She looked over at Tori, who was sitting at a filled table of people she worked with. Jade grit her teeth, not wanting to move. "I am not paid enough for this shit." She said under her breath before walking over, a big fake smile plastered on.

When she got closer, Tori looked over at her, she quickly went wide eyed and smiled brightly. Jade wanted to die on the spot, she stood next to the filled table. "Welcome to Riches, my name is Jade, and I will be your waiter for the night." She vocalized with a bright fake smile, she had to say that every single time, she had it drilled into her. "Jade West!" Jade nearly gagged, she kept her smile and looked over at Tori. "Yes, ma'am?" She asked, feeling everyone watching her. Tori tilted her head, looking up at her with her soft doe eyes. She was perfect, she was dressed in a short dark purple dress, her heels and lips matched the color. Her hair done up all nice, she looked like a beauty queen. "Oh, I haven't seen you in ages!" She cooed, she quickly looked at her table full of people. "I went to school with her, she was one of my best friends!" She said proudly.

Some of the people chuckled, whispering to each other. Jade felt the room closing in on her, she started to panic. She was embarrassed. Tori looked back at Jade, she could see the panic washing over her. She got up and held her arm, she had delt with Jade and her panic attacks a few times. "Hey-" She got cut off by Jade turning and leaving to the kitchen. Tori stood there, a frown appearing. She sighed softly before sitting down again, talking with her coworkers. Jade made it into the kitchen, she gripped a counter, glaring at it like it called her some name. She got startled when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she looked up to see one of her coworkers, Seth. He would often take his breaks with her to smoke weed and or cigarettes, he was her main friend there. "You okay? It sounded like she knew you." He said taking his hand away when he was met with a glare.

Jade scoffed, crossing her arms, her hands still holding her pen and notepad. "We went to the same highschool." She huffed, looking around mindlessly. Seth smiled softly, running a hand through his blond locks, nodding. "Well, Mr. boss man will be upset if you don't get out there. Go get em, tiger. I believe in you." He said lightly punching her shoulder. Jade let a small smile show, she rolled her eyes playfully before walking out. She was glad to have at least someone to cheer her up, off of work she was usually alone, either at a bar or her shared apartment. Her roommate and her didn't really talk, they would sometimes leave notes for each other, or a rare 'hey' when either of them got home to find the other. So Seth was a nice refreshment from that.

When Jade walked back over to the table, she heard murmurs and whispers, she tried to ignore them. She stood in the same spot as last time, she cleared her throat. "Sorry about that, anyhow, have any of you decided your order?" She asked, looking around at the table. A blonde woman nodded, holding her menu with a slight raised hand. "Yeah, I have." She said smirking at her. Jade already knew this woman would cause her to go to prison. She took a deep breath before going over to her, ready to write down her order. "Great, what would you like?" She asked, her voice slipping a bit, showing off more venom than she wanted. The woman and a few others gave her a disgusted look, scoffing. "Yeah, I would like-" she began to list off the most complex thing ever, Jade just rolled her eyes and wrote down what she heard. When she was done, she lowered herself, speaking lowly. "Remember, I'm taking your order, I'm not making this. So don't bitch at me if it doesn't come out to your liking." She went to the next person, the woman went wide eyed, gawking.

Tori watched with a slight smile, knowing Jade said something to take her coworker down a peg. She kept her eyes on her highschool friend, thinking at how well that outfit fit her, how her white button-up fit so nicely, how good it would look on her floor- "Hey, you good?" Tori quickly looked over to her friend who asked, she quickly nodded. "Oh, yeah- just... thinking." She said with a quick smile. When Jade made her way over to her, she looked up, a sultry smile appearing. She watched as Jade gripped her pen a little tighter, trying to ignore it. "Your order?" She asked, trying to avoid eye contact, she felt Tori's foot push her pant leg up a bit. Jade had a really hard time focusing, she blinked a few times, trying to keep track of everything. Tori nodded, propping her head in her hand. "Yes, Jade, I would like," she fluttered her lashes, making Jade shudder.

Tori pouted her lips a bit, oh how Jade would do anything for those lips to be all over her body. She barely managed to write down Tori's order, feeling Tori's foot against her shin, her eyes never leaving her body, her lips formed a smirk. Jade nodded, looking at the table. "Alright, does anyone need anything before I leave?" She asked, Tori raised her hand, gesturing for her to lean down. Jade knew it was a bad idea, but she did so. Tori grabbed her tie as she whispered, "You look very pretty, Jade. Very... pretty..." She giggled softly once she was done. Jade stood back up straight, she nodded. "Thank you, Ma'am." She mumbled, turning to leave. Once she gave the chef the orders, she stepped out of the kitchen to watch Tori. She leaned against the wall, checking her watch, as soon as she looked up, she watched as Tori got up and made her way to the bathroom, their eyes connecting.

Jade shuddered, knowing it would be a very bad idea to follow her. But she loved bad, before she knew it, she was making her way over to the bathrooms. She pushed the door open, seeing Tori leaning against the sinks. Tori looked over. "Hey, princess." She teased, Jade rolled her eyes, making her way over. She quickly pressed herself against the girl, grabbing her head and kissing her. Tori kissed back, she leaned off the sinks, pressing herself against the waitress. "Stall. Now." Tori whispered when she pulled away, Jade took orders like a dog, she went into the biggest stall, pulling Tori with her. Tori closed and locked the stall, grabbing at Jade and kissing her again. The two were so mesmerized by each other, Tori pushed Jade against the wall, kissing down her neck. Jade whimpered, biting her lip. "Don't mark me, I still have three hours here." She said as she felt Tori undoing her tie and shirt.

"Well, then I should mark you where people can't see, huh?" She teased, biting and sucking on the taller girls collarbone. Her thigh moved in-between Jade's legs, the waitress grinded against it, whining softly. She smirked against her skin, grinding her thigh between her legs. "Good girl, princess." She whispered, moving to take Jade's apron off. She untied it and tossed it on the pole that held coats and bags. She undid Jade's pants, soon sliding a hand under her underwear and massaging her clit. Jade quickly let out a whimper, her lips parting. Tori took that chance to kiss her, she grinded her hand as she slid her tongue into the other girls mouth. They both stayed like that until the bathroom door opened, a voice was heard. "Tori, you in here?" the blonde woman spoke, Tori didn't stop, instead sliding a finger inside of Jade.

Though, she did stop kissing, but she had an idea, she kept her eyes fixated on Jade's. "Yeah, Rebeca, I just couldn't stand that waitress we have. I needed to get away for a few." She lied, smirking at the girl who she was inside of. Rebeca scoffed, agreeing. "Oh yeah, I fucking hated how she treated me. What a bitch, am I right?" She said looking in one of the mirrors and fixing her hair. Tori nodded, her finger going faster. Jade tried her best to be quiet, she watched as Tori fucked her. She felt another finger enter her, her breathing got a little harder, she gripped Tori's shoulders harder. "Yeah, she was such a bitch. I knew her in highschool, she would constantly fuck with me. She poured coffee on me the first day of school." she said without a hint of anything to give herself away.

Rebeca gasped, laughing a little. "Damn, are you thinking of getting her back? Since you know where she works, you can do so many things. You're Tori fucking Vega, you hold so much power." Blondie asked, checking herself out in the mirror. Tori chuckled, getting faster, making Jade's legs buckle a bit. "Oh yeah, I am of course going to get her back, she deserves to get fucked over." She bit as she watched Jade closely, making her eyes go back a little. Tori licked up her throat, sending Jade over the edge. Her legs buckled, she came over Tori's fingers, shaking, she held her closely. Jade tried to contain her breathing into Tori's shoulder, she was in bliss, Tori's scent filling her senses. She closed her eyes, not wanting to let go.

Rebeca furrowed her brows, turning to the shut stall. "Hey, Tor?" She asked. Tori thought she found out, she slid a hand out of Jade's underwear, holding her up. "Yeah?" She asked, slightly worried. Blondie continued. "Do you think Jason likes me?" She asked, Tori chuckling into Jade. "Are you serious? He is head over heels for you, babe." She said rolling her eyes, she moved Jade so she could look into her eyes. Jade looked at her, dazed. Tori kissed her, buttoning and zipping up her pants. Rebeca hummed softly, thinking. "True, he did tell me that he loved me, but I still wasn't sure." She mentioned. Jade and Tori shared a look, smiling like dorks. "He told you that he loved you and you needed to ask me for closer?" Tori laughed, stepping away from Jade, grabbing her apron and moving back.

Jade tried to take her apron back, but Tori glared at her, making her stop. Tori tied the apron back on Jade, smiling. She kissed her again, buttoning her shirt back up and fixing her tie. Rebeca sighed, turning. "Alright Tor, I'm going to go back to dinner. I'll make sure that waitress doesn't fuck anything up." She said smiling, grabbing her purse. Tori laughed, nodding to herself. "Oh, don't worry about her, she can't fuck... anything up." She had made direct eye contact with Jade when she said that, making the goth glare at her. Rebeca scoffed. "I feel like she fucked up a lot tonight, but alright." she said leaving. Jade pouted, crossing her arms. "I can fuck you, but I chose to let you have this one first." She defended herself. Tori smirked, stepping closer, she shoved her against the wall, getting into her face. "What was that, princess?" She asked, husk in her voice.

Jade immediately faltered, biting her lip. She couldn't look Tori in the eyes. Tori was close, Jade could feel her breath on her. "That's what I fucking thought, Jaden West." She growled lowly before going and unlocking the stall. She went and washed her hands before leaving the room. Jade stood there, her brows furrowed. "What. The. Fuck." She whispered before following suit. She went to the kitchen, trying to focus. Tori sat down in her spot, smiling. Her mind on Jade the rest of the night.

#victorious #jade west #tori vega #jori #jamie writes #waitress!jade

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOOOK!!” yells your mother who is right behind you with a box and a gift bag in her hands. jungkook’s mother has been planning this surprise for awhile by trying to convince yerin to provide your number to her but she wouldn’t budge.

she absolutely HATED jungkook’s guts so naturally, she didn’t want you anywhere near jungkook but ji-ae pulled some strings and was able to receive your number from yerin, made a call, and got both you and your mother to surprise jungkook for his 31st birthday. she knew her son deeply missed you and always thinks about you. she even thinks his birthday wish is to see you once again but finally after six long years both you and jungkook are reunited.

you look pretty with your hair in a half up half down style, a simple dress, and your glasses on. you’ve gained weight since the last time jungkook and ji-ae has seen you and you look much happier and refreshed. ji-ae also notices the hearing aid in your left ear and she’s sure jungkook notices it too but you’re walking and moving around just fine which is a good sign. all in all, you look better than ever and so does your mother.

your mother places the box on the kitchen counter before giving jungkook a hug while you’re conversing with his mother. he still can’t believe you’re here, he almost doesn’t believe it.

“it’s really her, kookie. don’t be rude and speak to our guests” says ji-ae after the two of you have finished your conversation. you turn to look a jungkook and wait for him to make a move but he doesn’t. he’s stuck in place like glue and in comes bam excitedly jumping on both you and your mom.

“hi bam!! you’ve gotten so big!!” you say.

“i made the cake, jungkook. i hope you like it” says your mother but you’re quick to shove the bag with his gift in his shocked face. “open your present first!!” you say excitedly and ji-ae encourages jungkook to open the present you got him.

(the present is a snow globe with a picture of him and his mother inside of it. there’s a knob on the bottom and if he twists it, it’ll play the piano version of still with you)

What present could you possibly give him when your presence here is the biggest present he could’ve ever gotten from you?

Your mother is just like his, his finally tears his eyes away from your face and glances at the two ladies. He then looks at bam who’s purring cuddling against your leg. “P-Present?” He asks you, his eyes are wide and his heartbeat is thumping.

You are the epitome of beauty.

“W-Woah..” he exclaims as he opens the present, he’s sure to open it carefully since you wrapped it up in a pretty paper, Jungkook has a huge smile on his face.

Him and his mother exclaim, and Jungkook looks up at you once again. Your present is equally as special as you are to him.

“A-Ah wow yn… thank you so much, Mrs l/n.” He thanks your mother and gives the globe to his mother because he is hugging your mother.

“T-Thank you so much for being here…” he whispers. After hugging your mother he turns towards you, and the guilt is back.

His heart feels heavy as he spots the hearing aid in your left ear, and flashbacks trigger. “Y-Yn… I’m so s-sorry.” He cries as he covers his face with his hands, “I-I missed you so much.”

Yes. Words are not enough to describe how much he’s missed you “I-I never deserved you…” he chokes out, he still doesn’t have it in him to just grab you tightly and kiss you.

He never deserved you.

#ask: tpol!jungkook #wow 🥺🥺

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Buff Batdad and Bella first meeting would be different than Bruce and Buff Batmom. While Bruce was instantly enchanted by Batmom beauty and alluring personality, Bella was first caught off guard by how handsome Batdad was but instantly try to avoid him. As she thought he was another asshole arrogant man who only fuck with any women he wants. But to her surprise, he didn’t pay attention to any of the woman at the gala who were the ones making passives at him. Instead, he stay stoic and scarily quiet while glaring at all the women thus scaring them away. This made Bella wanna talk to him but Batdad mostly replied with short answers showing absolutely no interest despite knowing Bella is CEO of Wayne Industry. Bella: “You looks quite handsome tonight Mr (l/n).”

Buff Batdad: “Mm.” **drinks his champagne, then walks away outside to look at the stars*

It's a refreshing change from what she's usually subjected to, so it just makes her feel a bit more comfortable around him to the point where when another guest at the party is being too flirty for her liking and she wants to be polite still, she spots Batdad and calls for him for a 'catch up'. Batdad towers over the other guy so he quickly leaves. It becomes tradition for Bella to stay close to Batdad at galas, bonding in the process and soon Batdad realises she likes being around him because he keeps unwanted advances away and so when he notices a guy being in Bella's personal space he always comes over to ask if Bella is alright and if she'd like another refreshment, just to let them both know he's there. It makes Bella like him even more.

[bafflinghaze]

穿书后我只想当花瓶[娱乐圈] -轻风白杨 (After Entering a Book, He Just Wants to be a Flower Vase by Qīng Fēng Bái Yáng)

Jiang Dao died extremely heroically in the apocalyptic world war. He never thought that he would have a chance to open his eyes again.

He traveled through, into a danmei book he had read, and became a vicious villain in the book.

Jiang Dao thought to himself: “After more than ten years of fighting for my life in the last days, I’m tired, so what am I fighting for? It’s better to be a vase. Use my face to finish the brokerage contract, and then find a corner in the world with beautiful scenery and live a peaceful life of growing vegetables, cooking, and raising cats and dogs…”

So, he returned the role that the original owner had snatched from the protagonist shou on the spot.

Unexpectedly, in the variety show that started shooting the next day, Jiang Dao performed a shoulder toss and threw the current number one kung fu actor, Chu Yinlong, to the ground.

Chu Yinlong: Boy, you have successfully caught my attention. My new movie, the villain, can fight, you come.

Jiang Dao: …Sorry, I’m just a vase.

————

In a later interview.

A reporter asked Chu Yinlong: “How would you rate your perfect partner, Mr. Jiang Dao?”

Chu Yinlong replied: “A vase.”

Reporter: “How can a kung fu superstar as famous as him be a vase?”

Chu Yinlong: “Diamond vase. Precious, beautiful, hard enough.”

Raws: https://www.jjwxc.net/onebook.php?novelid=4142792

NU: https://www.novelupdates.com/series/after-entering-a-book-he-just-wants-to-be-a-flower-vase/

Shou MC: Jiang Dao | Gong ML: Chu Yinlong

Contains: A badass MC, plus MC and ML working together in the action film industry!

The star of this novel is definitely the main character, Jiang Dao. He’s just so...straightforward, direct, calm, and strong! His new physical body is weak but he trains hard to regain his original strength; not to mention that his original skills are still there (though sometimes he does things and realises that this new body is too weak to follow through entirely!)

Some more things I liked:

- how this was focused on the action tv/film creation and both MC and ML star in movies/shows that are about physical action

- and how the original protagonist shou and original protagonist gong are great people! And they become friends!

When reading, I felt it was a refreshing, and yes comedic, take on the usual transmigration-into-the-entertainment-industry ~!

Recommended!

#danmei #fic recs

[rcreveal]

Spring Cleaning

RCReveal

Summary:

The Whicker Street friends are busy with spring cleaning in this post S3 speculation when something odd starts to happen to Eric and Muriel. Everyone comes together to help out and enjoy the beautiful spring day.

Work Text:

Nina sat in Maggie's record shop writing in her “Coffee journal” having entrusted Give me Coffee or Give me Death to Eric for the afternoon. Every now and then she'd look up at Maggie bustling about carrying crates of vinyl from place to place and reorganizing the displays while the vintage jukebox played through a refreshed playlist.

The shop bell jangled and Maggie called out warmly, “Hello Muriel!  How are you today?” as the scrivener angel entered the record shop carrying two steaming mugs.

“I am doing very well and I am bringing you these drinks from Eric!” they eyed Nina a little nervously while maintaining a blinding smile.

Smiling back gently, Maggie exclaims, “Is that lavender?” as she reaches for her mug.  Nina scowls and scribbles some more.  

“This one is for you, Nina!” Muriel holds out the mug to Nina.  “There are a combination of 37 different herbs, spices, and coffee varieties!  All with a ‘spring’ theme.” Taking the mug warily from Muriel, Nina sniffs, and her face goes stony before she takes a sip, “Hhhhhrrrgg,” she swallows hard, “How did he make a coffee drink that tastes like a wet sheep field?  I can taste the muddy wool.  Eck!” She reaches desperately towards Maggie who hands over her lavender mint tea.  Nina gulps desperately and sighs,  “See, that's perfectly balanced and spring themed and he made it spot on, exact water temperature and everything for maximal extraction of the aromatics.” Muriel is watching everything wide eyed.  Nina cocks her head to the side, “How come you're delivering these and not Eric?” she asks sharply.

“Oh! Because he says that when you tell him how you feel about the drinks he gets worried you'll discorporate him! “

Nina looked slightly aghast, “He works in my shop.  I don't discorporate beings that work in my shop!”

Maggie puts in, “There was Sophie…”

“I didn't discorporate Sophie!”

“You did make her disappear from the whole neighborhood for nearly three months when you told her how you felt about her service.   You can see where Eric might get some curious ideas…”

“I…wouldn't…why?!  Oh, I have to brush my teeth. The mud aftertaste!” Nina looked desperately at Maggie who just pointed at the little washroom in back. Nina scrambles over to it and they hear water running.  Nina calls back.  “I'll go talk to him! Eww, eck!”

Muriel takes a little sip of the abandoned coffee drink, and makes a thoughtful face, before turning back to Maggie.

"Maggie, what's everyone doing?” Muriel asks curiously.

Maggie takes in the shop and what she can see of Whickber Street, replies, “How do you mean?”

Looking at the assorted crates all over the shop, Muriel says, “Well, you are moving the records from place to place and reorganizing the order of everything.  Nina is making a new drinks list.  Mr Brown put carpets with different colors in the front of the shop.  Aziraphale cleaned his shop windows and he has gotten out a ladder and paint!” Muriel points along the shop front towards the door to A Z Fell and Co book shop.

“It's spring cleaning, Muriel.  After being shut in all winter, people like to tidy up and change things around.  I like to listen to different music in the springtime than I listen to in the wintertime, so I'm pulling out my favorite spring music.  Want to help?”

“Oh yes!  I would like to listen to ‘spring' music and reorganize the shop!” Muriel burbles happily,  “Aziraphale doesn't like to move the books around very much at all,” Muriel confides as they pick up a crate and follow Maggie.

After a few rounds of toothpaste and urgent mouth wash gargling, Nina stalks out of Maggie's shop to reassure Eric that she's not going to discorporate him if she doesn't like his coffee offerings while Muriel and Maggie freshen up the record displays.

“OH!” Suddenly Muriel cries, and scrunches their face and shoulders.

“Are you alright, Muriel?” asks Maggie.  “What happened?”

“I felt…in my back!” they try to point at their back, “I've never felt something like this!” Muriel shimmied their shoulders against their jacket.  “It prickles?  And I want to rub it with something rough? OH! It is really, very persistent!” Muriel is dancing on the spot.

“You have an itch on your back? Can't you reach it?” Maggie asks while Muriel tries desperately to reach their hands to the middle of their back between their shoulders.

“May I scratch it for you?” Maggie offers.

“Yes! Please!?” begs Muriel.

As soon as Maggie starts to scratch, Muriel relaxes and sighs contentedly.  After a normal sort of time for a scratch as between friends, Maggie stops.

“Why did you stop!!!” Muriel barks at Maggie. “Oh! I'm so sorry,” Muriel apologizes hands to mouth to an astonished Maggie, ”It just itches so, so, BADLY !!!”

“O-kay.” Maggie starts scratching again, “Let's just go see Mr. Fell, shall we?”  Muriel nods, and apparently will agree to anything if the scratching doesn't stop.

Mr. Fell is refreshing the paint on his sign wearing some sort of painter's smock over his usual dapper shirt and waistcoat while Crowley is fussing at him to hire someone to freshen up the shop sign  while steadfastly holding the ladder and passing up tools and supplies.

“But I like doing it myself, Crowley, really I do!  It reminds me of illuminating manuscripts!” Aziraphale beams while he carefully applies gold paint to the sign that he's been lovingly sanding and preparing.

“Crowley? Mr Fell? I think something is wrong with Muriel?  Do you think you could pause for a bit?” Maggie asked.  

Mr Fell looked down from the ladder, pot of paint and brush in hand to see Muriel's upturned face scrunching again, just before Maggie started scratching again.

“Oh you poor dear, I'll be right down!” Aziraphale caps his paint pot and wipes off the paint brush on a cloth before tucking the paintbrush above his ear and handing the pot towards Crowley. Who doesn't take it right away because he's watching Nina shepherd Eric towards them while Eric urgently scratches his back with two wooden spoons. 

“Something’s wrong, “ Nina tells the group, “Eric snapped at me and he won't stop scratching his back.  Fix him.”

Aziraphale asks Crowley, “Do you have your kit with you, dear?”

“S’actually in the Bentley.  I have a few I'd hoped you'd help me with. Plus I'd noticed you might need a bit of help.”  Aziraphale smiles tenderly at Crowley.

Aziraphale directs the others from up on the ladder, “Please take Muriel and Eric up to the rooftop.  Crowley and I will be up directly,” Aziraphale dismounts the ladder and grasps Eric's shoulder, “Help is on the way!  Off you go!” ushering Nina, Maggie, Muriel, and Eric into the bookshop.

“I'll meet you up top in fifteen, angel,” Crowley says, plucking the paintbrush out from behind Aziraphale's ear and handing it to him. “I'll just put away this ladder and grab my kit.”

On the rooftop the spring breeze teases at being as warm as the bright sunshine promises, which is why Eric and Muriel are shivering a bit in their undershirts, Nina and Maggie having checked the two’s backs for anything that might explain the terrible itch.

“Good thought, Nina, Maggie, but that's not the skin that's causing the problem,” Crowley sauntered over to them in his black racerback undershirt and black jeans. He snaps on the outside restaurant heater that sits like a lamppost in the middle of their group of chairs.

“Muriel, Eric,” Aziraphale calls, “Please let your wings out, so we can take a look,” Aziraphale follows behind Crowley, also, very uncharacteristically, in his undervest.

“Bu-but, won't the humans see us?” Eric asks.

“Nah,” Crowley works a little miracle, “they might see some pigeons, but those are dead common, right?  Go ahead. ‘S alright,” Crowley encourages. 

When they still stare at Crowley owl-eyed, Aziraphale says, “And it won't itch nearly as much,”

That does it.  Suddenly great black wings lift behind Eric and white ones arch over Muriel.

“Why do their wings look moth-eaten?” Maggie asks, concerned. And indeed, swaths of feathers seem to be missing from both Muriel and Eric’s great wings.

“Oh, it's just a bit of spring molting!  It’s more common in youngsters to have so many at the same time!” Aziraphale reassures. “Muriel, Eric, please sit down, my dears,”

“It's the pin feathers coming in, yah see?” Crowley points out patches of what look like sharp quills.  Lifting Eric's feathers gently, Crowley points out the irritated skin around the new feathers, “They itch like the devil!” he says sitting behind Eric and unzipping  a case.  Eric's feathers puff up nervously at the sound.

“What’re you gonna do?” Eric asks anxiously, as his wings tuck in tight to his back and slick down, one kohl lined eye flashing too much white over his shoulder.

Looking kindly at the nervous demon, Aziraphale asks, “Crowley, would you please see to my tertiaries? I never seem to be able to reach…” he sits down and his great white wings blossom out of his back like cherry blossoms on fast forward. 

In close to his back, the angel points out a few pin feathers, even touching them puts his arm at an awkward angle.

“May I have your feather oil, angel?” Crowley takes an antique atomizer from the angel and sprays it on the skin around the new feathers, Aziraphale hums happily while Crowley massages the oil in. Conversationally, Crowley points out a feather quill that's red. “That one's still growing.  But, these two,” he starts to roll the chalky white quill between his fingers until it shatters and the feather underneath can unfurl, “are ready” he brushes away the remaining feather sheath dust.  The second just loosens enough that Crowley can cautiously slip it off.  Aziraphale says, “that one is always a bit sensitive, thank you, dear.”

“It's like my Nana’s parrot!” remarks Maggie brightly, “He gets so tetchy when his pin feathers come in where he can't reach.  He really loves being preened, but he was nervous about it when we first got him,” she's studiously not looking at Eric.

Nina remarks, “I get how you can tell when Mr Fell's feathers are ready, but what about Crowley's?  His feathers are black!” 

“Crowley, your turn,” Aziraphale says standing.

Crowley unfurls long slender wings, feathers deep ebony black.  “Is it the usual patch?” Aziraphale’s hands are already stroking through Crowley's feathers uncovering a patch of black-sheathed new growth.  Crowley sighs and nods sagging onto the seat Aziraphale just left, the demon’s legs straddling it and arms wrapped tight around the back.  The angel applies oil with an ancient metal oiling pump that makes a ‘tonk-tunk, tonk-tunk’ noise with every pump.  “I have to be more careful with Crowley's feathers,” he explains.

“Ngk. That one's not ready, angel!” Crowley calls out hunching over the chair.  Aziraphale immediately let's go and tries the next pin feather.  Crowley relaxes again when the next feather is released.  Reaching back, Crowley can just reach a few of the pin feathers. 

“This one and this one.  But NOT this one.  Right?” 

Aziraphale gently removes the itchy pin feather covering and avoids the blood feathers. 

“This reminds me of when my mum would take my sisters and me to get our hair braided,” remarks Nina.  “I'll be right back,” she says and heads for the stairs.

“Muriel, I used to help my Nana’s parrot with his pin feathers.  May I help you?” Maggie asks.

“Thank you, Maggie, I would like that very much!” Smelling the different oils, they choose Crowley's and hand it to Maggie.  “This one smells like cinnamon Altoids!”  Aziraphale hides a chuckle when Crowley grumbles, “And other occult things…”

Muriel looks over at Eric who's still looking anxious. Sitting facing him, Muriel reaches out, “I'm a little nervous.  Will you hold my hands?” Muriel asks.  “I've never done this before.  Have you?”  Their warm almond eyes catching his black ones.

“Once,” he whispers, eyes shiny, crossing his arms and tucking his hands in his armpits. Aziraphale and Crowley exchange a glance. Crowley kneels in front of Eric, murmurs to him, “It won't be like that, like after the f-f-Fall.  When every feather coming in itched, then burned, then ached, no matter what you did…” he stares off over the rooftops and Aziraphale grasps Crowley's shoulder. Crowley clears his throat,  “Point out the ones that are just itching like mad.  Those are the ones that are ready.  Anything hurts, you sing out and we stop, instantly. Ok?” Crowley offers, but Eric looks away from them all, wings and skin shivering.

Aziraphale suggests, “Why don't you try one for yourself, Eric.  You can reach these here.” Aziraphale points to the feathers further out to the tips of Eric’s wings.  Eric reaches out tentatively, rolls the pin feather between his fingers until the covering breaks in his hand and an iridescent black feather emerges.    

A huge grin spreads across Eric’s face and his shivering wings settle, “You weren’t havin’ me on!” He reaches out and disintegrates sheath after sheath. 

Looking at Muriel, he says, “I need to do this myself for a little.  ‘Kay?”

“Okay,” Muriel says tentatively, “but I really am a little nervous! It tickles!” Aziraphale looks at them kindly and comes over to grasp their hands while Maggie continues to work on Muriel’s feathers humming to herself.

“Refreshments!” calls Nina, arriving back on the rooftop with two large pitchers of coral-colored beverage and glasses on a tray. Filling the glasses she brings them around, “My grandmother used to make us this punch when my sisters and I would get our hair braided.  It was our special treat, since it took hours to get the braids done,” she brought Aziraphale, Maggie, and Muriel glasses.

Walking over to Eric who is working on his own feathers, Nina says, “My sister’s scalp was so tender, the only thing that kept her going was the promise of hair braiding punch.  I thought you’d like it, too.” Crowley accepts the punch and after tasting it says, “Refreshing, and the rum is nice too.”

Aziraphale swirls his, “Mine doesn’t have rum!” 

“You don’t like rum.  Yours has champagne in,” explains Nina.

“Oh!” Aziraphale says approvingly and takes another sip.

Maggie asks dubiously, “Your grandmother gave you this?”

“Well, Grandmother made the punch.  My sister, Mary, started to put the alcohol in when we were older,” Nina explained.

Eric tastes his, smiles a small smile up at Nina, who says, “Gotta get my best barista sorted.  Let me know if you need a refill, or a hand.  Some stuff, you need a friend to help with, ok?”

Muriel stretches out their other wing, “Could you do the other wing? IT ITCHES SO BADLY I WANT TO SCREAM!” Nina heads over to Muriel and starts working on the pin feathers with Maggie, eliciting some relieved noises.   But the scrivener just can’t stop squirming uncomfortably.

Eric, always on alert for potential discorporation, suddenly stops preening.  Urgently, he says, “Crowley!!” and dives towards Nina.

“Uh-oh,” Crowley intones, but he’s already in mid-dive towards Maggie.

The demons encase their human friends in layers of black feathers just before Muriel stands, hands clenched and screams in a voice that's become a chorus that covers at least five octaves,

“MAKE IT STOP !!!!!”

Aziraphale just has time to deflect the scream up into the heavens within a sweep of his white wings.

“My!” Aziraphale takes a deep steadying breath, “Muriel, I hadn’t thought of getting rid of all the pin-feathers at the same time like that, my dear!” placing a guiding hand on Muriel’s shoulder to help them sit back down.  “Crowley, Eric, you can let Nina and Maggie up now.”  Muriel is halfway down a pitcher of punch when Aziraphale turns back to the young scrivener. “And that will be enough of that!” he plucks the pitcher out of their hands. 

“It doesn’t itch anymore,” Muriel smiles at everyone, a little dazed. Then swaying slightly, they say, “That punch made me tired.” They yawn and plop over on a lounger, snoring gently like a toddler who's just succumbed to nap time.

Emerging from a cocoon of Eric's black feathers, Nina leans over and bumps Eric’s shoulder with hers before he can slip away, “Eric, that was quick thinking.  Thanks for looking out for me and Maggie.  Again.  You don’t need to be so nervous around me!  I’m not going to discorporate you for making coffee that tastes like a sheep field!  That was genius! Disgusting, but genius!”

Maggie has popped her head out from between Crowley’s wings, unfazed.  Smiling sweetly, she pecks him on the cheek, “Thanks, Crowley!” and practically skips off to insert herself to bump Eric’s other shoulder.

“That was really nice of you to think of us, again!  You do such a good job at both of our shops!  Really, we only wanted to discorporate you when you were attacking the Bookshop with the other demons!  Not now!  You’re our friend!”

“Oh. Yeah.  That makes sense.” Eric says ducking his head.

Crowley hand to his cheek muses, “We bise ?” before shaking himself and joining Aziraphale to try and assess what just happened to their little part of London with Muriel’s itchy outburst. 

“I can’t sense anything wrong, angel. You?” Crowley shrugs.

“Nor I, but,” Aziraphale stretches a wing and runs his hand over it, “I think Muriel took care of all my preening for a bit. You?”

Crowley stretches his wings for Aziraphale’s inspection, purring a little when the angel scratches the place where the wing meets his back.

“Not a feather out of place, my dear,” remarks the angel.

Nina glances up from where she’s been deep in discussion about what exactly Eric had done to create his “sheep field of spring” coffee. “Eric, what about you?  Are you still itchy?”

Maggie asks, “May we help if you still have an itchy spot?”

Eric stretches his wings again and Maggie catches her breath, clasping her hands to resist the temptation to touch his iridescent black feathers, “Oh, they’re lovely, Eric!”  Maggie exclaims.

“Huh, they don’t itch and it dint hurt to preen them,”  he shakes the feathers back into shape and then his wings fold themselves away into whatever place they exist parallel to this world.

“They’re kindov a lot,” he says a bit self-consciously.

Nina presses her lips together in a line, “Eric, I'm going to tell you what I told my nephew, Jaime. You're not too much.  Not to me.”

“Not to us,” Maggie puts in.

Nina looks meaningfully at Crowley, who sagely contributes, “Huh?”

Aziraphale stepped in smoothly and said, “You're welcome to come up here whenever you like to stretch out."  Looking over at Muriel, he chuckles and adds, “Or nap.”

“Come on!” Crowley challenges, “You haven't lived til you've lounged about in the spring sunshine with your wings out!” Crowley picks up a glass of punch again and raises the glass to the company, “You should try it, Eric.”

“Could you make a coffee that tastes like the feel of spring sunshine on your shoulders and the wind in your wings?” asks Maggie, “I’d love that,” she reaches out her arms and raises her face to the sunshine.

With the ghost of a mischievous smile, Eric unfurls his wings again, “Gotta do some research, before I make that sortov drink,” he swipes the pitcher of rum-fortified punch out from under Crowley's questing grasp and refills his own glass to Crowley's amused snort.

Affecting a serious tone, Aziraphale toasts, “To research!”

The group, except for the slumbering Muriel, who got a jump on napping in spring sunshine, raise their glasses, “Research!” then mostly break off into chuckles as they skive off to enjoy the spring day, spring cleaning forgotten.

#good omens fanfic #neil gaiman #fluff and humor #ineffable husbands #protective aziraphale #protective crowley #crowley loves aziraphale #aziraphale loves crowley #aziraphale & crowley & eric & maggie & muriel & nina #friendship #fluff #post season3 #maggie & nina #short one shot #mild hurt/comfort #ineffable idiots

[thehungrykat1]

Rustic Mornings by Isabelo Opens at Its New Location in Marikina

Marikina's culinary pride has just moved to a bigger and better location. Family traditions, celebrations, and great meals continue at the new Rustic Mornings by Isabelo which can now be found just a few steps away from its original spot in Marikina. Now we can all enjoy some of the best breakfast fare you can find in Metro Manila at its more spacious and refreshing new venue.

The Hungry Kat was proud to be one of the guests during the Grand Opening of Rustic Mornings by Isabelo last November 29, 2023. The ribbon cutting was led by Honorable Marjorie Ann Teodoro of Marikina City and Manuel Samson of Otto Shoes who owns the property. Together with their friends and families, sisters Portia Baluyot-Magsino and Lady Bess Howe are now opening this new chapter for Rustic Mornings.

Rustic Mornings by Isabelo is a cozy garden restaurant serving all-day breakfast, lunch, pastries and coffee enjoyed by families because of its unique charm and rustic homey ambiance. It has been regarded as one of the best restaurants in Marikina since it opened in 2012. For many residing in the East of Metro Manila, Rustic Mornings is so much more than somewhere to eat out. It is a fixture in their mental map of the city where friends and family get together to bond and enjoy good food.

I was quite impressed with the new location of Rustic Mornings which still retains its cheerful and homey ambiance. The restaurant is open 8:00am to 4:00pm Monday to Thursday and from 8:00am to 6:00pm on Friday to Sunday.

Isabelo means ”God Is Bountiful” and you can see this reflected in the gardens and design of the place. Dining at Rustic Mornings is like being in a room inside an extended family home. Once you enter the al fresco dining area, you will find yourself with a certain kind of recollection of home, with all its pockets of greens and beautiful mosaic walls.

Most of interiors and artwork were designed and inspired by Portia’s mother, Stephanie Baluyut, who was an artist and collector of these colorful trinkets and items which they proudly display all over Rustic Mornings. Mrs. Baluyot unfortunately passed away before they could open the new location but her memories and artwork will always be a part of its charm and history.

Rustic Mornings takes it further by introducing the Isabelo Events Hall which is perfect for special occasions. With a capacity for up to 120 guests, this spacious venue boasts a lofty ceiling adorned with foliage and stunning chandeliers, ideal for grand celebrations such as wedding receptions and birthdays. This space used to be part of a historical ruins in Marikina which has now been incorporated into the structure and design of the events hall.

Rustic Mornings by Isabelo was started by advertising executive turned chef and restaurateur Portia Baluyut-Magsino in 2009 as Isabelo Garden, a by-reservation only restaurant that initially had just one table. With no formal culinary training but a lifelong love for food and the creative process, Portia evolved her restaurant into Rustic Mornings in 2012. After more than a decade. Rustic Mornings continues to serve truly satisfying comfort food that doesn't just fill the stomach but also delights the senses.

We were ready to enjoy comfort food at its finest. Dining at Rustic Mornings always feels like a visit to a friend's house, especially with a brunch spread as bountiful as this. We were hosted by our Ninang Bess Howe who we consider not just a friend but part of our family.

At Rustic Morning, an array of beverages awaits to complement every meal or satiate any craving, ranging from heartwarming hot chocolate and robust coffee to refreshing fruit smoothies and indulgent milkshakes.

During this festive holiday season, Rustic Mornings is excited to present a selection of special offerings including Brunch Cocktails like the Rustic Sunshine (P390) and the Morning Mirage (P310). It's never too early for cocktails so this is definitely the best way to start the day.

There were two special holiday beverages on the menu so I wanted to try both. The Peppermint Hot Chocolate (P125) is a Christmas version of my favorite hot chocolate drink topped with a candy cane. There's also the Tipsy S'Mores Cocktail (P340) for those who want Christmas cocktail together with their brunch.

There are so many dishes to choose from inside Rustic Mornings' extensive menu. The Caesar Salad with Breaded Chicken and Herbed Croutons (P550) is a healthy way to start the morning.

They also have the Super Crispy Tacos which is actually a secret menu item. You won't find this on the menu but you should try it because only the regulars know about this.

The Buttered Chicken Roti (P550) is a flavorful Indian dish that can be enjoyed any time of the day. I would honestly be happy to eat this with rice since the buttered chicken is so good.

You can also choose one of the Group Platters which are good for two to three persons. The Brunch Platter (P1220) comes with a combination of pancakes, waffles, bacon, eggs, and hash browns for a very big breakfast.

Better yet, try their festive Christmas Breakfast Board (P1500) which is only available this holiday season. This gigantic platter comes with 8 mini Christmas pancakes, 6 bacon slices, a Nutella dip, butter cream with Christmas sprinkles, apple pie filling, kisses, mini candy canes, strawberries, mint leaves, grapes, and sliced bananas. This should be more than enough to make the entire table jolly.

They also have Rice Bowls for those who want bigger lunch servings. The Grilled Salmon Fillet (P600) was my choice with its tender salmon. You can also get the Filipino Favorites like the Ilocos Bagnet (P520) served with garlic rice and two eggs done your way.

We would like to congratulate Portia and Bess for Rustic Mornings' brand new location and for their successful grand opening event. Marikina really has a gem that has become a dining destination even for those living in neighboring cities. I'm planning to visit Rustic Mornings by Isabelo again soon to enjoy more of their heavenly pancakes and colorful brunch cocktails. See you there!

Rustic Mornings by Isabelo

#11 Isabelo Mendoza St. San Roque, Marikina City

8425-8610 / [phone] 

www.rusticmornings.com

www.facebook.com/RusticMornings

#RusticMorningsbyIsabelo #RusticMornings #Brunch #Breakfast #Pancakes #Waffles #Marikina

[lil-spider]

So Damn Pretty

Chapter 5

Part 4 : Part 6 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: My fav song when writing about Johnny.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I rise up groggily and stretch my tender muscles. "Johnny got some stuff from your van for ya'." She places a wooden box of stuff next to me on the bed. Looking in it, I find a collection of hygiene items, including hair brushes, underwear, clothing, and Jessica's beauty bag.

 

Jessica took it everywhere, even on the camping trip. It's all that I have left of her. "I took a few lipsticks from that bag; they were such pretty reds." Sissy tells me frankly. I’m upset she took them, but I don't want to quarrel with her; it's not worth it. I don’t know what she’s capable of.

"Have a shower, sugar, and meet me downstairs in the kitchen." She caresses my leg and saunters to the door. I wait till she leaves to grab my stuff. I slide the makeup bag underneath the bed, hidden away, so no one else steals from it. I’ll find a better hiding spot for it later.

 

I grabbed some of my fresh clothes, which include a pair of denim shorts and a yellow knit tank top. I head to the shower after picking up some travel-sized shampoos and conditioners as well as a body wash with a pleasant scent. I'm so eager to get refreshed.

I lock the door behind me as I use the restroom. I take off my dress, put it in a basket of dirty clothes by the door, and get into the hot shower. Scrubbing my body and hair made me feel as though I were trying to erase the previous days and start over.

 

Rising the soap, I feel much better, finally smelling like my old self. Squeezing all the water out of my hair, I decided not to use the towels, as I doubt they were clean. Uncomfortably, I put my clothes on while damp. Thankfully, it’s a hot day, so I won’t take long to dry.

I go back to my room to grab some old sandals from my box of belongings and walk downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I find Sissy making eggs and bacon for breakfast.

She grins at me. "Oh, pumpkin, you look lovely," she says examining me. "So do you." I respond, noticing she is wearing a short dress with dark red and white polka dots. She gives me another of her gorgeous grins.

"Thank you very much, sugar; this is one of my favourites." She does a little spin, showing the rest of her dress.

We cook breakfast together while conversing, and she tells me about our chores for today.

Repeating what I did yesterday, I prepared the table as Sissy plated the food. As usual, she rings the bell while I take a seat, waiting for the family to arrive. They seem to be normal—except for the killing and eating people—that's not so normal, but other then that they treat each other like every other family.

During breakfast I keep looking at Johnny. Every time I do, I get these butterflies in my stomach. Even though he’s dressed in his typical ensemble of a black shirt and denim pants, he looks so damn fine.

His hair is currently not styled, letting it frame his face. I want to glide my hands over those dark locks of his. Shit, he looks good like that.

I watch him with hungry eyes as he leaves the dining room first, returning to whatever he was doing.

As the others finish, Bubba descends to that dreadful basement. Nubbins was the last person to go as Mr. Sawyer headed out to open the gas station.

Nubbins mumbles something about wanting head cheese next time, and he scatters off up the stairs. Ew, what the fuck is head cheese? As soon as he departed, Sissy and I got to cleaning.

Finishing up, Sissy shows me the rest of the house and what other chores that need to be done. Right now, we’ve got a whole lot of laundry.

As we start on at least two baskets worth of dirty clothes, Johnny shows up. His hair now back to his usual style. He waltzes up, wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me off to who knows where.

“I’m going to take her around the property!" He yells back to Sissy while we walk away.

We step outside to the side-yard, which has a lovely field of gorgeous sunflowers, a collection of old abandoned cars, and a tool shed.

“Avoid wandering through the fields, Nubbins has set up some strange traps there.” He provides more details about the areas I'm not permitted to visit.

Guiding me around the vast estate he points over to the tool shed. “I'm generally out here, if you ever need to find me."

We stopped walking, now near a workbench underneath some shade across from the car graveyard. “I really like the sunflowers.” I tell him bashfully, glancing over at the flowers. He has a charming smile on his face as he puts his hands on my hips, facing me. “Do you now?” He smirks as I nod my head.

He moves closer to my ear. “Do you also enjoy eye-fucking me?” I stared wide eyed at him, embarrassed at being caught.

I thought I was being discrete during breakfast.

He holds my hips tightly. “I bet your pretty pussy is aching for me." He states picking me up and placing me on the workbench.

“And wearing such cute clothes, showing off this body to tease me, huh?” He slides his hand down my sides to the end of my shorts, tugging it off along with my underwear. "Johnny, what if someone catches us?" I ask him, worried his family might see.

“Don’t worry. Just focus on me.” He says annoyed, continuing to undress me.

I lift my hips up, letting him pull down my shorts and toss them to the ground. He skims his hands over to my chest and pushes me back. Getting me to lay flat against the bench, my legs hanging off the edge.

We're about to fuck outside in the middle of the day, I really hope no one sees us.

Johnny grabs my legs, placing them over his large shoulders, spreading them. He stares down unshamefully at my bare cunt.

"Such a wet, slutty pussy.” He smirks, taking pleasure in my embarrassment.

He squats downward, pushing my legs further apart, and presses his mouth on me. Eating me out in broad daylight.

He rubs his hot tongue over me. I close my eyes and rest my head on the bench.

I let out whimpering moans as he licks my cunt, teasingly avoiding my clit. His groans vibrate my poor, neglected nub. I move my hips while holding onto the end of the bench, attempting to direct his lips towards my clit for relief.

"Please suck my clit, Johnny!" I chuck my dignity aside and pleadingly grind against his mouth.

While he plays with me, he keeps a grip tight on my thighs. He leaves his tongue flat against my clit. I sit up, grab his head in frustration, and grind on his face erotically attempting to move his tongue against me.

“Please, lick my clit! I need you!” I pant out.

"Demanding little slut." He chuckles, pushing up my shirt and exposing my chest. I let out heavy breaths as he gropes them, giving my chest a hard squeeze, pinching and flicking my nipples while I continue my pleas.

I place my hands over his as he toys with my tits. I thrust my hips and keep my legs open as he goes back down on me. He kneads my chest while finally licking my little clit in sloppy circles. I gasp and moan out loud, holding his veiny hands harder.

I glance at the man between my legs and found him staring back. His eyes are observing me like a predator as he devours his prey. He’s so intense yet alluring. He leaves soft kisses on my clit as we stare at each other.

"Nnnh." I whimper, now slowly shoving his tongue into my pussy, rubbing my clit with his nose.

He takes his sweet time, savouring me. I tremble as I feel his tongue slide against my walls.

Just as I get close, he pulls away. He stands up and shoves me harshly back against the table again.

I watch as he drops his jeans; his hard cock bounces upwards, pre-cum dripping from his swollen head. He gives it a few pumps before pushing my legs back, holding them to my chest.

“Don’t you dare resist me. Keep em’ open.” He instructs. I head to his words, holding the back of my calves to my chest. He starts tapping the tip of his cock against my clit. “That’s my good girl.”

Now he’s dragging his heavy cock downwards to my hole, wetting it in the process.

Johnny pushes inside me very slowly. “Fuck baby, take my cock." He grunts, watching my cunt suck in his hard dick. I dig my nails into the back of my legs while he stays still.

He does a few agonising slow thrusts, and I moan at the sensation.

“You love this, don't you?" He mocks. I cry out a yes, agreeing with him.

Johnny grabs my calves, placing them over his shoulders while holding my thighs for leverage; He starts his brutal pounding.

I'm cupping my tits as they bounce roughly from his pace. The poor bench sounds like it’s about to collapse.

He‘s fucking like a wild beast that’s been starving for pussy. “Mine, mine, mine.” He grunts out, placing a hand over my mouth to muffle my loud moans.

Wanting it more intense he removes my legs off his shoulders and pulls his cock from my drenched hole.

He turns me over on my stomach, grabbing my hips, bringing them back, so I’m standing doggy style.

I gasp as he monovers his cock back into my pussy. I spill whiny moans as he thrusts in from a new angle.

"Come on, Darlin, give me a baby." He groans as he aggressively fucks me; I cry out a yes as his cock keeps hitting my sweet spot.

He’s turning me into a drooling moaning mess. His hard fucking makes my tits swing while his hips and abs are slamming into my ass. "I'm gonna fill ya full!"

He smacks my ass hard, watching the fat recoil. He growls, gripping my ass in an attempt to get a better hold on me.

He's displaying his strength by supporting my weak lower body while maintaining his speed. Before I could finish, he slows down. I whinge pushing back against him.

Cooing at me he reaches an arm around my waist. Putting a thick finger on my clit, rubbing it in circles.

Just shy of my peak, I ask him permission to orgasm. "May I cum on your cock, Johnny?"

"Yeah, sweetheart, release yourself, baby; come, you can do it.” He says breathless, picking up his original pace. I cum right there. My legs shake as I leave a mess on his cock.

He grunts, cumming right after me. Shoving his cock deep, drowning my insides with his hot cum.

We both pant heavy. I squeal as he thrusts his cock more deeply. He chuckles and slides out.

I feel his hot cum dribble over my clit. I rest my head on my arms, trying to compose myself. He holds my hips, muttering as he watches his cum drizzle out of my pussy.

“Fuck.” He moans out, turned on from the sight. Johnny goes back down on me. Using his tongue to clean me up.

I gasp and wriggle, super sensitive. He holds my hips still, eating me out from behind. I try to fight, but he's too strong. Holding my legs apart. I cry out for him to stop, but he just licks my tender clit faster.

He drags his tongue up, pushing his cum back inside me while rubbing my nub up and down with his thumb.

I bite my lip getting closer to another orgasm, humping his tongue and thumb.

I'm gasping, cumming again, hot tears rolling down my face. He shoves his tongue into my entrance sucking up my juices. “No more!” I cry squeezing my legs.

But he still doesn’t listen now tongue fucking me.

Once he's done, he stands back up, turns me around, and kisses me. I taste our flavours. I whine into the kiss, and he grips my ass hard, smacking it.

“The tour is now over, darlin'; better get back to your chores.” He says this with a cheeky grin, letting me go to putting his jeans back on.

He gives me a smirk at my dishevelled appearance and turns around, walking back to the house.

I fumble putting my shoes and shorts back on. I struggle to catch up to him on wobbly legs. Walking beside him, he takes a cigarette and lighter out of his back pocket.

He puts an arm around my waist and lights the cig in his mouth. Smoking it while we head back to the house. God help me, I think I’m in love.

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[lothiriel84]

Their Family Party at Pemberley

He scarcely had the time to hand his wife out of the carriage when Georgiana threw herself into his arms.

A Pride and Prejudice ficlet. Bisexual!Darcy/biromantic!Elizabeth.

He scarcely had the time to hand his wife out of the carriage when Georgiana threw herself into his arms, the strength of her embrace seemingly implying he had just returned from the war. For all that he was half inclined to agree with the sentiment – a fortnight spent in the company of the Wickhams taking second place only to the prospect of facing Napoleon himself, in his mind – he was prompt to reassure his sister that all was well, and Mrs Wickham had been safely delivered of a healthy boy. (He would not, could not tell her that he had very nearly had to beat George out of his resolve to name his son after his former lover, just for the sake of irritating him. In the end, Lydia had been persuaded that nothing would satisfy her but to name the child after his own father, much to her brother and sister’s relief.)

Meeting Elizabeth’s amused look over Georgiana’s shoulder, he was quick to suggest they adjourn to the blue saloon in half an hour’s time, giving them both time to refresh themselves after the tiresome journey from Newcastle. As reasonable as it had been for Elizabeth to travel the comparatively short distance to assist her sister during her lying-in, he wished she needn’t have been subjected to the unpleasantness between George and himself, which had only been exacerbated by the presence of their respective brides under the same roof. With Lydia confined to bed for most of their stay, George had at one point decided to amuse himself by attempting to exert his charms on her sister, right under her husband’s nose too; he had been this close to calling him out in front of the entire household, had not Elizabeth taken it upon herself to deliver such a set-down as he imagined her dear brother would never live to forget.

As it was, he was most eager to put the whole ordeal firmly behind their back; while he was glad he had heeded Elizabeth’s advice a few months prior and let his sister in on the better part of his past involvement with George Wickham, he could not help but feel sorry she had been made to share such a burden, and he was still uncomfortable with being the recipient of Georgiana’s worried looks and the occasional bout of protectiveness – even more unsettling coming from a sister over ten years his junior. His wife had gently teased him over his reluctance to let others take care of him, but in spite of his better efforts, he could hardly be expected to abandon the habits of a lifetime over such a short span of time.

As for his fears of losing Georgiana’s regard upon her being informed of her brother’s proclivities, he acknowledged now that oughtn’t have been a real concern; he recalled with a fond smile the outraged look on his sister’s face when he had so much as dared to suggest anything of the sort – how she had come perilously close to raising her voice with him for the first time in her life. Again, he spared a silent prayer of thanks for being blessed with such unreserved acceptance from those he loved the most, even as he offered one arm each to his wife and his sister, and claimed the honour of escorting them both upstairs.

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As fond as he was of walking the beautiful grounds of his estate with his even more beautiful wife on his arm, he could not refrain from cursing his ill luck when the flow of pleasantly witty conversation made him so oblivious to his surroundings as to let Elizabeth lead them towards a small clearing he was particularly acquainted with. By the time he became aware of it, it was too late for him to change their course without raising suspicions; all he could do was will himself to remain calm, and pray that Elizabeth’s fascination with this specific spot of wilderness would prove itself to be of a short duration.

“Look at those flowers, Fitzwilliam,” his wife chirped on, even as he was left to fight the increasing urge to turn on his heels and march away as swiftly as his legs would carry him. “What is it? Is something the matter?” she frowned a moment later, her clear gaze trained on the uncomfortable stiffness of his stance, and he wouldn’t have been surprised to know that most of the colour had by then disappeared from his cheeks.

“Nothing is the matter, my dear,” he replied all too quickly, mortified that the firmness of his tone should fail him at a moment such as this. “I just think it would be unpardonably rude of us to miss the afternoon tea twice in as many days, that is all.”

“Fitzwilliam,” she chided him, sounding more concerned than anything else. “I should hope you know by now you may tell me anything.”

He bowed his head, his gaze trained to the top of his boots as he finally acknowledged the source of his distress. “This is the place where George and I – I do not wish to talk about it, I am sorry, Elizabeth. May we please go somewhere else – anywhere else?”

“Oh, my love,” she exclaimed with feeling, and promptly took his arm. “Let us walk towards the stream instead, how does that sound?”

“Admirable,” he nodded, a weak smile touching his features for the briefest of moments. “Thank you.”

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Being nowhere near as accomplished a walker as her new sister was, Georgiana once more excused herself and turned towards the house, where Mrs Annesley waited patiently for her return. As soon as their sister was out of sight, Fitzwilliam became aware of a certain playfulness to Elizabeth’s whole demeanour, which only sought to pique his curiosity as she determinedly guided them towards less trodden paths, until they reached a picturesque glade he could scarcely remember from his previous ramblings. He was not entirely surprised when Elizabeth took both of his hands and clearly indicated that she should like to be kissed; he was more than willing to oblige her, and he particularly delighted in the way her eyes and cheeks were brightened with the exercise.

Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the increasingly bold directions her tender caresses started to take, until he was forced to grab hold of both of her hands and – quite reluctantly – put some distance between the two of them. “Elizabeth, what could you possibly be on about?” he enquired as soon as he was capable of coherent speech. “Surely you cannot mean – you know we couldn’t possibly – I would never disrespect you so.”

“Fitzwilliam,” she shook her head, impatiently. “How can you speak of disrespect when I am expressing my wish to give myself to you, as a wife to her most beloved husband?”

He swallowed at the mental image conjured by her words, yet tried his best to stand his ground. “Surely I need not explain to you how improper that would be. Any of my tenants might walk in on us at any moment, and where would that leave your reputation?”

“It’s a good thing, then, that someone gave clear instructions to the groundskeepers to steer any unwanted visitor away from this specific side of the park.”

“Elizabeth, you did not! What will they think of us?”

“With any luck, the staff know better than to speculate. And I must warn you against displeasing your bride, Fitzwilliam.”

“Perish the thought,” he chuckled, almost against his own will. “Though I will admit, I should have thought the mistress of the estate might prefer a more comfortable setting to enjoy her husband’s attentions.”

“I shall be comfortable enough, husband mine,” she smirked in such an impertinent manner that he could scarcely refrain from kissing her again.

“Think of our future children, dear,” he strived to object, even as he held her in his arms, her sweet scent overpowering his senses. “How could I ever look them in the eye knowing that they might have been – you know what I mean,” he felt himself blush, and sought to hide it by gathering her even closer and pressing his cheek to the top of her head.

“If that is your concern, I may safely assure you that no child of ours would be conceived under these trees today,” she laughed merrily, her deft fingers reaching for the knot of his cravat.

Momentarily bewildered, he let her, and was puzzling over the meaning of such an extraordinary statement when she finally took pity on him and quietly directed one of his hands to the gentle swell of her stomach. Overcome with a joy so bright he felt he could scarcely contain it, he abruptly lifted her off the ground and started twirling her around, laughing like a schoolboy and pressing tender kisses to her person.

So great was his delight at the prospect of soon becoming a father he willingly granted his wife her dearest wish, much to their mutual satisfaction. After that, they strolled back arm in arm towards the house, eager to inform Georgiana of their happy news – no sooner than they had changed into a fresh set of clothes, of course. It would not do to let their sister know exactly what they had been up to in her absence, after all.  

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