#Ezra | Surri.

[kinomorebi]

throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat + "I just wanted to see what you were capable of."

Dreams are but a warm escape. A soft memory to sink down into and bottle up somewhere deep. But the warmth he feels now is real. Very real. It rips the ground out from beneath a peaceful slumber and curls around his throat. His breath greets her first: a jagged inhalation that separates surprise from panic. He's not panicked. Not yet... though the sight to greet his dark hues is far from a welcomed greeting. Its jarring, to be quite honest, but Ezra stills like moonlit tides beneath her. He's already grabbed the blaster he keeps nearby, barrel pressed into the soft tissue above her hip and ready to act on it at a moments notice.

"Hey hey, easy sweetheart. Slow down."

Its certainly not the first time he's been in a precarious situation with a seemingly angered woman at his throat... though usually it took a conversation or two to elicit such anger. This was a new record, even by his standards.

Great. Isn't this just great.

"Bloody hell, let a man wake up for a second."

The barrel of his blaster makes for a forceful warning jab into the meat of her, words hardening, free hand lifting to rub the sleep from his eyes. It falls to take a hold of her wrist moments later. The pressure there is gentle where his words are not. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have to clean up a bloody mess outside of business hours, so do me a favor and take your hands off of my neck-" a pause, head tilting lopsided and cocky "-unless killing me isn't what you're here for..."

@nightmarefuele

[yandere-flower]

request: ezra/babysitter!darling OR mizu/babysitter!darling

OKAY so yes I love both of these but I have to go with the OG babysitter darling with Ezra pairing. No smut in this one but I mostly wanted to get a little thing running, feel free to request more!

“Guys come on say goodbye and start getting ready for bed”

The roaring sound of little foot steps running down the stairs filled the large open space of the foyer. You couldn’t help but smile as the kids climbed on their father to give a farewell hug as their mother tried ushering her and her partner out the door. Perhaps babysitting was very high school of you, but you loved the little bastards and they have been so nice and supportive of you this past year of college. The one thing you could do without is that over exuberant neighbor of theirs. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, his baked goods are to die for and are the root problem of you gaining a few pounds. However you dreaded seeing him. He was pleasant enough, and the family trusted him even more than you. There was just something about his gaze that was, lecherous. You normally only had to deal with him for a few moments during drop offs or after school when he also go home from work, but he started pushing more and more.

Ezra, the twiggy blonde man was called, always insisted you come down to his bakery. “I’ll give you free coffee on the house, I’m sure you’ll need it come finals!”, or offering to make you a quick snack before you left for night time studying. If you refused, he’d merely bring over baked goods while you were babysitting the kids, putting you a position where you couldn’t possibly refuse. The kids would reach for the sweet treats on the plate, but he’d always be to busy looking at you with such eagerness, begging you to taste his creation. You could feel his eyes watching the movement of your lips as you bit into whatever treat of the week it was, almost feeling the shudder that came from his body. You settled in for the night, TV on to kids flicks and blankets surrounding you and the children as you sang to songs and prepped dinner. But in the back of your mind you knew it was going to be spoiled by pastries or cookies or whatever he whipped up this week. The light tapping at the door pulled you away from the kitchen and for a split second you debate not answering. But the kids knew who it was. Excited little hands reached for the door before you could shush them away, and behind it laid the excitable bundle of happiness that was Ezra. With a pretty white plate full of cupcakes and a smile on his face, you had to be pleasant.

“I hope I’m not interrupting but I wanted to try out some new flavors, would you all mind?”.

Naturally the kids followed the “ask for forgiveness not permission” policy and reached for the brightest cupcakes in the batch, but you weren’t as excited this week. You could see the disappointment on the man’s face as you all said your thanks and began retreating into the house.

“W-wait, are you sure you don’t want one? I know you prefer subtler flavors so I was just trying something new that I thought you might like” pouted the blonde.

Fuck. He really did look sad at your lack of appreciation, and you suppose you were being a tad rude.

“Um, sorry I was just focused on dinner. Don’t want to eat my treats before earning it right?”. You laugh was short and awkward, but the baker didn’t seem to take the hint. Instead he he hastily pushed the plate of cupcakes into your arms.

“Then save them for later! I’m sure you’ll need the pick me up after taking care of the kids! Sorry for bothering you”.

You called out to him as he started briskly walking away, asking him about his plate.

“Just return it before you go home tonight!”———————————————————————

Why didn’t you just eat the damn cupcake in front of you. You hurt his feelings, and then he felt obligated to give you all of the goodies, and now you have to walk over to his house in the dark and return this stupid plate. Maybe you could just ding door dash or something, and leave the plate on the steps. Why didn’t you just leave it at the house and say you forgot? It’s not like he won’t be back next week. Yeah actually, why didn’t he just wait a week what a pri-You hadn’t realized you were just standing around until the door jerked open and he was suddenly right before you.

“Oh I though you forgot! Cutting it kind of late are we?”

Ugh. The only reason you’re over here is because he ditched his plate! He looked…nervous. He’s same over excited self, but nervous as well.

“Listen, I’ve noticed you’re so good with kids and I was wondering if you could help my family out some time?

Oh? You didn’t know he had kids. “Um…sure we can talk about it some time I guess. I really should be going now”

His soft fingers grasp your wrist as he pulls you snide. “There’s no point in making you come all the way out here just for a chat, come on I’ll make you some late night coffee.”—————————————————————

This guy has some serious boundary issues.

His house is kind of like how you imagined it, neatly yet cozy. Beautiful furniture and plenty of throw pillows and blankets, it felt so homey. Yet…it was to, clean? His kids must be perfectly well behaved.

“How old are your kids?” was a perfectly reasonable question for a potential sitter to ask, yet one he seemed to ignore in favor of stirring some sugar in your coffee. Great, so he was just as awkward as you figured and his kids probably are too. You wonder who decided to have kids with this dude.

The clattering of glass grew louder as he walked into the living room and gently sat the tray down, with two beautiful cups of coffee and some small biscuit cookies. You immediately reached for the coffee and started gulping it down despite the searing heat just to avoid conversation.

“Wow and here I thought my coffee was my weak point”, his meek laugh turning into a cough as his nervous energy just continues to weird you out.

You mostly just held onto your coffee and ate the biscuits, listening to him drone on and on about good parenting and what a rewarding career being a father is. You had to admit, he loved being a dad and he clearly wants what’s best. You’re flattered that he thinks you’re good enough for his kid. Kids? You still didn’t know anything about his children, but before you could ask your cup slipped out of your hands.

“I’m surry. Sorry. Uh.. I don’t know-”

You struggled to get the words out of your mouth, and despite ruining his plush rug the man across from you could help but smile at your helplessness. You tried pushing yourself up, grabbing onto the edge of the couch for support but the only part of your body you felt aware of was your thigh, and the soft grasp of the man’s hand on it. You wanted to look up and say something, but instead you found yourself lulling into a haze.

“We’re gonna have such a perfect little family.”

[iksathrob]

12 Harkness Street, Woollahra, is “red hot”, says the managing director of Sotheby’s International, Michael Pallier. The character-filled Woollahra home of John Lysaght Australia’s former managing director, John Lysaght, is wowing eastern suburbs families because of its huge potential. Lysaght, 91, who in the 1980s ran the now BHP subsidiary that makes Colorbond roofs and Zincalume steel, is downsizing from the five-bedroom home at 12 Harkness Street after 32 years. And the Sotheby’s managing director, Michael Pallier, says the charming home on a 630sq m north facing double block is “red hot” ahead of its August 15 auction. It has a price guide of $4.5 million. “People love it,” Pallier said. MORE: ‘Glamorama’ goes up for sale Sex toy couple snap up penthouse 12 Harkness Street, Woollahra, features huge character-filled entertainment areas with high decorative ceilings. John Lysaght has lived here for 39 years. // // “It has that due north aspect, it’s on the park, elevated and a double block of land … there’s the potential to build on the second block like the neighbours have.” Son Andrew Lysaght said his father and late mother, Janet, had loved living there. “My father was a very keen woodworker turned sculptor and artist after he retired, and built a studio workshop on the second title of the place,” he said. 61 Village High Road, Vaucluse, has iconic views from the large open-plan living room … … and also from the master bedroom. Pallier describes the market as “very strong” because of the shortage of stock. He sold the Village High Rd, Vaucluse home that property records show was owned by the late Elva Sadler, who died last year at 96, on Saturday for $5,696,000 — $200,000 over reserve — at auction. The result was the highest price achieved in Sydney on the weekend. Many of the rooms and rooftop terrace have views of the Bridge, Opera House and city skyline. The formal dining room also has a Harbour Bridge view … … but the best view of all is from the rooftop terrace. The buyer ended up being an eastern suburbs family, though the underbidder was an expat on the phone from Singapore looking for a home to return to. And the third-highest bidder was a gentleman from the country who arrived in his Bentley, had never seen the property before, had a quick look around and registered, grabbed a paddle and started bidding. He’d apparently wanted it as a home for his 18-year-old daughter. Pallier is yet to see any impact on the market from the re-emergence of COVID-19 on our doorsteps. “We’ve had a lot of sales in the last month — even in the last week we’ve had a lot of sales, with most selling beyond what we were thinking. “We haven’t experienced any impact yet, but we’re just taking each day at a time and making hay while the sun shines.” Double Bay royalty Geoff Kyle , who used to run the high end tableware shop Studio Haus , is selling his unit in Gladswood Gardens, Double Bay. Picture: John Appleyard A house-sized Art Deco apartment at 1&2/4 Gladswood Gardens, Double Bay owned by Geoff Kyle, who ran the popular Double Bay high-end tableware store Studio Haus, goes to auction on August 12 with a guide of $3 million via Daphne Sauvage and Michael Pallier of Sotheby’s. Offered for the first time in 39 years, it’s a rare find as it’s an amalgamation of two apartments. Kyle, who mingled with Hollywood royalty such as Barbra Streisand and Woody Allen during a stint a few decades back operating Bennison Fabrics in Los Angeles and New York, is now planning to move on. “I’m gonna downsize — I don’t need three-bedrooms and four carparking spaces these days,” he said. He’s had plenty of homegrown royalty nearby, with Banjo Bond — grandson of Alan and Eileen — selling next door for $2.95m last May. Big Red still owns the penthouse at No. 9 Gladswood Gardens. And former Little River Band frontman Glenn Shorrock sold his waterfront for $8.55 million in February. My pick 44/200-218 Goulburn Street, Surry Hills, is in the popular designer block Alto, and comes with a huge 66sq m terrace. This Surry Hills pet-friendly two-bedder with parking in ‘Alto’ comes with a huge 66sq m terrace. All up, the apartment, at 44/200-218 Goulburn Street, has 145 sqm of living space. Both bedrooms open to the terrace and the main has an ensuite. It’s owned by former food and beverage manager for Hoyts Matt Ezra, who is moving to Queensland. Raine and Horne Double Bay’s Martin Maskin and Jean Michel Rudsdale have a $1,475,000 guide for an August 20 auction. Dentist cleans up 20 Ray Ave, Vaucluse, originally had a price guide of $20m. It sold for $15.6m. Dentist Vincent Phung and his BT financial consultant wife Susan have extracted a good deal on the $20m Vaucluse mansion of former Westpac boss Brian Hartzer, paying $15.6m. The Michael Dysart-designed home at 20 Ray Avenue was first listed on February 27, ahead of Easter with the optimistic guide. Updated property title records last Friday revealed the identity of the purchasers along with the sale price. When contacted, listing agent Brad Pillinger of Pillinger refused to discuss anything to do with the sale, which occurred at the start of April. Though under the circumstances of the time, he did well to sell it for what he did. When the deal was done, the market was in a confused state, with open homes banned and both buyers and sellers wary. It’s since improved considerably. Just two months later, Pillinger locked in a $30m sale in Bellevue Hill, when Shay Lewis-Thorp, daughter of the late property developer Bernard Lewis, sold her five-bedroom mansion in an off-market deal to her neighbour Louise Christie. The post Colorbond roof man John Lysaght’s Woollahra home on double block is ‘red hot’ appeared first on realestate.com.au. from news – realestate.com.au https://ift.tt/30NuBGj

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[nightmarefuele]

Very still. Good pup.

She could be a mirror. A slice of smooth-hewn glass to whittle out his finer edges. And for all she shines, all she's close to glittering beneath the presiding cowl of darkness. But Surri-Diae is (~for the moment~) cool, the night chill and the dewy spring morning; she sits astride the warm-body about his veins, not in it.

Very very warm. Sweetheart almost tips her head down.

“What sort of a mess?”

Instead her ear tilts over, the naked slice of her chin slanting. Behind iron, her big wondering eyes are child-smiling.

The puckish mouth in silvery shadow draws a pout. “‘A man’ seems awake enough to be happy to see me.” Surri's smooth wrist a twitch in his palm, the press of her abdomen a curious answer to a curiouser response. Now she does test in, elbows settling down to his ribcage. Her face in wind chimes, near secret. “Will you shoot?”

Her voice never claimed a filter. It's the wandering wisp around his dream.

throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat + "I just wanted to see what you were capable of."

Dreams are but a warm escape. A soft memory to sink down into and bottle up somewhere deep. But the warmth he feels now is real. Very real. It rips the ground out from beneath a peaceful slumber and curls around his throat. His breath greets her first: a jagged inhalation that separates surprise from panic. He's not panicked. Not yet... though the sight to greet his dark hues is far from a welcomed greeting. Its jarring, to be quite honest, but Ezra stills like moonlit tides beneath her. He's already grabbed the blaster he keeps nearby, barrel pressed into the soft tissue above her hip and ready to act on it at a moments notice.

"Hey hey, easy sweetheart. Slow down."

Its certainly not the first time he's been in a precarious situation with a seemingly angered woman at his throat... though usually it took a conversation or two to elicit such anger. This was a new record, even by his standards.

Great. Isn't this just great.

"Bloody hell, let a man wake up for a second."

The barrel of his blaster makes for a forceful warning jab into the meat of her, words hardening, free hand lifting to rub the sleep from his eyes. It falls to take a hold of her wrist moments later. The pressure there is gentle where his words are not. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have to clean up a bloody mess outside of business hours, so do me a favor and take your hands off of my neck-" a pause, head tilting lopsided and cocky "-unless killing me isn't what you're here for..."

@nightmarefuele