#I LOVE THESE SPICE CABINET CUTIES

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 🍃 - Have my muse pose tastefully for your muse’s art project 

Riot modeling for Rach as she tries sculpting.

@splinter-sister

Casual Nudity

 🍃 - Have my muse pose tastefully for your muse’s art project  @splinter-sister

"Ye wanna sculpt me?"

That was the first thing Riot said when Rachael posed the idea to him. There was a part of him that was flattered, of course - it wasn't every day that an artist asked him to be their muse! But they both knew what his body looked like at this point; plated scales with rough finishes and sharp edges, spikes along his shoulders and down his spine, and glowing veins like magma scattered across. It wasn't the type of body he'd really think of when it came to models for a sculptor to reference. If choosing a model was like choosing a difficulty setting, he'd put himself somewhere closer to the "hard mode" side of the range.

Furthermore, Riot never thought of himself as someone attractive enough for this sort of thing. He knew he was fairly good looking, but he also understood how 'monstrous' his appearance was to the average human. His size alone was intimidating enough for folks, but her had a nasty resting bitch face on top of it all that left people thinking he was either perpetually pissed at the world, or up to no good. Rachael was a special case in many a regard, and Riot was more than aware of how attractive she found him--scales, fangs, size and all. Despite this, the little voice in the back of his mind still persisted in moments like these.

Of course, Riot didn't mutter a word of these concerns to Rachael when she asked him to model for her. He only clarified that she was serious, and with a little hesitancy, agreed to be her model. They discussed and agreed on a pose that would be comfortable to stay in for an extended period of time, and after stripping to his birthday suit, he took up that position on the chair. For a moment he had a throw blanket on for some modesty, since that was what he'd seen before--but she quickly told him to drop the cover, 'for anatomy purposes', with a cheeky expression. Riot did as she asked with a shake of his head and a smirk on his lips.

As the seconds turned to minutes, and those minutes worked up to becoming hours, it started to sink in for Riot just how...intimate, this felt. Not once did she touch him, and she hardly spoke a word as she concentrated on her art. But it was being under that intense scrutiny in a near perfect silence that left Riot feeling more vulnerable than any intimate moment the two of them had shared up to this point. He didn't care about being nude in front of her, she'd seen it all by now. And he was in a comfortable, casual pose--nothing outwardly provocative or visually titillating. But for some reason, being in this position left him feeling more exposed than ever. The whole thing just left the drake feeling very flustered!

For once, he was thankful for the silence, Because he felt like if he tried to speak now, he was sure that he'd make a fool of himself.

[lune-hime]

Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Chapter 2

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“What did it look like?” “Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

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Tulipa Princess Irene ~ An eye-catching tulip whose unique lavender markings on apricot petals make it unforgettable to any who gaze upon it.

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With one last glimpse in your direction, Levi followed your grandmother out of the room. Just as he was about to ascend the stairwell he was met with a gasp. Your grandmother was hunched over the railing, eyeing a suspicious piece of material.

“Is that a piece of titan skin on my mahogany railing?” She shrieked in horror, craning her neck to look at Levi who stood bewildered at the top of the stairs.

“And you got my floor all bloody.” She complained shaking her head. “Honestly, I didn’t think you would have the audacity to leave your disgusting boots on while walking through a lady’s house.”

Levi stared at her in disbelief. Is she fucking serious? Y/N was just bleeding out and she’s worried about her damned floors being dirty?

His glare remained cold and unwavering but he felt anger swell in his chest. He dug his nails into the wood of the railing and his pupils dilated. Before he had time to do anything, however, she suddenly burst out in a hearty cackle.

“Hah, gotcha. Don’t get your panties in a twist, shorty, I’m just teasing you. That was a test and you passed. Good to know you care about her health more than cleanliness. You can help me clean it up later, we are going to be spending a lot of time together after all.” Then she waddled down the stairs without sparing a single glance back. Levi was dumbfounded. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack from the combination of the lingering shock of the expedition and all the palpitations your grandmother was giving him. No amount of formal training, combat or political, could have ever prepared him to deal with this woman.

He followed behind as she scuttled through the archway to the right of the foyer. This room was the kitchen. It was open just like the rest of the house; windows decorated with cream doilies framed by dark paneled walls and a large island counter with stools in the center. The style of decor was modest but the layout screamed extravagance just like the previous rooms. Every space he entered he couldn’t help but gawk at its contents, it was far nicer than any place he had ever called home. He felt so out of place; like a poorman who had just walked into the prince’s quarters. This uncomfortable feeling kept him standing in the entrance; hand nursing his torn shoulder as another streak of red hot pain traveled up his back.

“Why are you standing there all hunched over like that? Are you sulky because you don’t get to get stitched up in a king size bed with pillows sewn with love and a cutie little nightgown? This kitchen isn’t as luxurious but I promise I’ll get the job done just the same; so get in here.”

He reluctantly entered the room and scooted into one of the stools, the metal bottoms scraping against the timbered floors as he took a seat. He rested his head on one hand while the other massaged his shoulder.

“Haven’t spent proper time with my granddaughter since walls know when and this is hardly the reunion I was imagining." Your grandmother muttered as she lit the gas burner on the iron stove. Levi watched the tiny blue flames dance into existence before settling into a warm orange.

“How long do you think she’s-” He attempted to ask, the tone of his voice rising significantly before it cracked.

“Going to be asleep?” He croaked. “By Ymir, are you going through puberty again?” She snorted and Levi’s features became icy.

“You like tea don’t you?” Levi nodded slowly. She didn’t look at him to check his response as she stood on her tiptoes to grab a glass from a higher shelf and the kettle from the side of the stove.

“Of course you do. My girl goes on and on about how it’s your life force.” She filled the kettle up with water before placing it on the burner, the stray droplets sizzling when they came in contact with the open flame.

“I’ll make you some tea with ginger root, that should help your sore throat. But for now drink some water, you sound like you’ve been huffing cannon smoke.” She filled the small glass with water and handed it to him. He gratefully accepted it and hummed in satisfaction when the cool liquid soothed the fissures in his throat.

“And to answer your question; I don’t have a damned clue. That gash on her side is beyond nasty. Her body is going to need a lot of rest to recover from all the shock, trauma, and blood loss she’s undergone.” Your grandmother placed a smaller kettle on the counter.

Levi watched as she sifted through her tea cabinet, swearing under her breath when she couldn’t find what she was looking for. For someone who was in the later years of their life she had remarkable posture. She carried herself with a confidence that retained her youth. She dressed simply, donning a long sleeved dress of a muted navy color, but aspects of her clothing reflected her wealth. Her shawl looked as if it was made out of cashmere; a commodity that not many people outside of Wall Sina had access to. She looked nothing like you, and her personality was sure as hell different. Her long silver locks were braided and wrapped into a neat bun at the top of her head. Her features were chiseled; a high brow ridge and straight nose were supported by a strong jawline. The only physical similarity you shared was your eyes. They shared the same structure, although yours were a little more almond shaped, and sparkled with the same excitement.

“Take off your shirt. Your boots, too, while you’re at it.” She commanded out of the blue, dipping a needle into a bottle of alcohol once and shaking it.

Levi was reluctant to undress, even though he knew he had to eventually. He never had any problem disrobing for the corps’ medical staff, unless it was Hange; he only let her near him if she didn’t have scissors in hand. That was story for another time.  But this was your grandmother. It feltweird .

Levi hesitated at her request. She pursed her lips when she got no response.

“Relax, you’re not my type. Too short and toned. I like my men lanky-” She looked him directly in the eyes while she snipped the surgical thread.

“-so I’m able to snap them in two.”

This woman was truly an enigma. Levi’s mind couldn’t process how she could switch from sweet to salty within moments. He found himself more at a loss for words in these last few hours than he had been in his entire life. And he’s not a man of many words.

Y/N please wake up quickly . He pleaded in his mind as he unbuttoned his shirt.

He then shrugged it from his shoulders, hissing when the fabric scraped against his wound. Your grandmother came to his side and examined his exposed back. The gash stood out against his pale skin, the area surrounding it dappled with light bruising. She pressed a cold fingertips to the area, goosebumps freckling his skin in response.

“One of those big nasties barely grazed ya, if your position had been a couple centimeters to the right you probably wouldn’t have a spinal cord.” She mused, threading the needle through the surgical thread. What lovely images your grandmother painted with her words.

She dabbed a washcloth in the alcohol and began ridding Levi’s gash of the dirt and dried blood. His features contorted when the stinging liquid met his skin. Her cleaning was abruptly halted with the shrill scream of the kettle filled the room.

“Oh! The tea is finished.” She squealed, leaving her place at Levi’s side to take it off the burner. She then appeared before him and pushed the mug into his empty hands. The hot spice of the liquid hurt his chapped lips as he drank. But damn did it feel good. His whole body was blanketed in a serene numbing.

“Alrighty-you want the belt? You shouldn’t need it, though, it's not that deep.” She offered. Levi shook his head and took another sip of the tea.

“Okay, ready shorty?” She asked, pressing her hands to his back.

“Yeah.” He replied breathily, relaxing his muscles in preparation. Then Levi felt a pinch, followed by a tug, and then a dull burning as she weaved the needle in and out of his skin.

“So is my tea up to par with what you drink back at headquarters?” She spoke up after a moment.

“It’s good.”

“Just good?” She huffed and gave him a ginger slap on the shoulder.

I’m glad Y/N didn’t inherit her personality. She’s too fucking much to deal with.

“Hmm what was that?” She pulled the needle just a little too hard for Levi’s liking. He gasped and sucked a breath inward.

“I didn’t say anything.” He winced, gritting his teeth as she entered a particularly tender area.

“Now you’re starting to sound normal. You have a sexy voice, I see why Y/N likes you.” She cackled into his ear. Levi faltered and coughed, tea burning his throat as it entered the wrong airway. She took so much enjoyment in tormenting him and all this relentless teasing was going to push him past his breaking point.

“Why don’t you tell me a story to pass the time? Although your wound isn’t deep, it’s going to take me a little while to get it all cleaned up.”

“I don’t know any stories.” He responded blandly.

“I didn’t mean tell me a bedtime story. I wanna know about you and Y/N. That way I can get to know the person who is courting my granddaughter.”

She let the request sink in before speaking again.

“How did the two of you meet?”

“Officially?”

She hummed in agreement.

“She was delivering paperwork for me and she knocked over a box of my tea.” Levi explained, a small smile dancing across his lips. Your grandmother let out an artificial gasp and Levi clicked his tongue.

“Clumsy girl.” She chuckled, pulling the thread taut.

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Stop being nervous, Y/N, you’re just dropping off some papers and then you can leave right after. Your hands on the stack of parchment felt clammy and you picked the edges of the paper uneasily with your fingers.

Confident and assertive. That’s what your grandmother told you to be before you enlisted in the corps. However you found it difficult to live up to these words as the recipient of these important documents scared the absolute living hell out of you. You had had minimal interactions with him, and all of them unpleasant. It didn't help either that the horror stories you had heard from other cadets made your skin crawl. Surely he couldn’t be that bad though, right? After all, your cousin was constantly in his presence and they weren’t scared of him.

As long as you look like you can kick someone’s ass, you can. You repeated another one of your grandmother’s mantras in your head as you knocked on the large wooden door with a firm hand.  

Nothing.

You knocked again, this time slightly louder, and abruptly drew into yourself as you awaited a response. Nothing.

Maybe he’s out? You thought, contemplating coming back later. You waved the idea off, however, as your squad leader had told you to meet them back at the training grounds immediately after you dropped the papers off. And they intimidated you too, although not to the extent of the Captain. You began to get jittery as you tried to think of the best thing to do.

Maybe the door is unlocked? I’ll just sneak in, drop the papers on his desk and run out. If he blames someone for breaking into his office he can blame Squad Leader. The plan seemed foolproof in your mind.

Wrapping your hand around the door knob you hesitantly turned it clockwise. A crisp click broke the tense silence, signaling that the door was indeed unlocked. To your delight you pushed it forward cautiously, the wood creaking painfully loud as you did so.

Before entering the vacant quarters you poked your head in and scanned any visible inch for tiny officer before calling out. Yet again you were met with silence. You swiftly padded to his desk and stacked the parchment neatly in the middle, taking caution not to knock over the inkwell or misplace any other of the contents of the table. Fighting against your conscience, you found it irresistible not to to look at the contents of the office. You were already in here, and if the universe was on your side, would never have to come back here again. Despite your fear for the man, you harbored an immense curiosity for him. Everything about him was shrouded in mystery; from his childhood to his enlistment to even just his favorite book. So, while you were here why not just have a quick look and then be gone?

Only the main room, though. You thought, gaze falling on the door to his private quarters. If he found you in there you would surely be skinned alive.

Your eyes floated from the bare and spotless walls to the velvety fuchsia victorian couch, to the brick fireplace, and finally to a small distinctive box on what you presumed to be his tea cabinet. You gasped in surprise, stepping closer to get a better view. It sat right next to a beautifully painted porcelain teapot among other boxes of tea in his collection. The tin was very familiar to you; your grandmother’s favorite tea. The box depicted a beautifully intricate war ship, its sails open to the wind and bow wet with the crashing waves. It was like laying eyes on an old childhood friend and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Oi Cad-” A low voice broke the stillness of the room, causing you to squeak and slap the box of tea right off the shelf. It’s top fell off with a pop and the ground tea leaves scattered across the floor. You stood there, mouth agape, frozen in fear. Maybe if you didn’t move you could dissolve through the floorboards and fade into another dimension.

“What. The. Fuck ?” He seethed, though his composure and expression remained devoid of emotion. His words made you shiver and you shakily straightened up.

“I-Captain I’m so, so so sorry. I came to deliver these documents because Squad Leader said that they were very important so it felt weird holding onto them for such a long time and then I saw this tea that I used to drink as a child and I swear I wasn’t trying to take it and then you startled me-”

“Just-stop.” The Captain held one arm out while the other rubbed his forehead in frustration. He looked like he was trying to collect himself. You sucked in a breath and awaited for your imminent death. Although it didn’t come as swiftly as you had presumed, and in a last ditch effort to redeem yourself in whatever way you could you spoke up.

“Let me clean it up, please!” You pleaded, your hands clasped together in front of you.

The Captain removed his hand to look at you and nodded his head in approval. When you made eye contact it felt like your soul was about to climb out of your body. You exhaled the breath you had been holding and picked up the tin and neatly placed it back on the shelf. Meanwhile, the captain had fetched a broom and a dustpan from the closet. You gratefully took them.

As you started to sweep the pellets of tea into a pile the captain took a seat at his desk, sinking into the chair with a tired exhale. He grabbed the top document and read it over, still expressionless. He mumbled  fucking request forms when you swept the last pebble of tea into the dustpan. Rising, you moved to the corner of the desk to dispose of them in the trash can.

“Um, these go in there?” You asked, pointing towards the closet and the captain grunted in affirmation. It looked like he had gotten over his initial anger which eased your beating heart.

“Why were you touching my tea in the first place? Trying to steal it, Cadet?” His sudden comment caught you off guard, the dustpan fumbling in your fingers.

“N-No not at all! I was just admiring, I swear. It’s my grandmother’s favorite I just wanted to take a closer look…” You trailed off as you placed it neatly in the closet, shutting the door. He looked at you, his features set in stone so you couldn’t gage his reaction. You wondered how he would look with emotions. You weren’t going to stick around to find out.

His brows were so furrowed that they almost met his metallic eyes. His intensity made your intestines twist around each other.

"I-if you need me to I promise I can report for extra cleaning duty if my squad lea-"

"I know who you are. That won't be necessary." He interjected. You felt like a cow being sized up by its butcher.

"You...you do?" You asked tentatively. The moment the words left your mouth you felt like an utter dunce for questioning him. You hoped it was from your familial connection rather than your training slip ups.

The captain nodded once.

"You started working with Hange recently." He stated, his tone running along a flat plateau.

“Yes sir. I am from the 104th class, so technically I’m still in training. But I started apprenticing with Squad Leader last week.” You had gone into training with your childhood friend, but had graduated more quickly than others in your training group because of your extensive knowledge of life systems and quick mastering of combat training. What still held you back, though, was maneuvering the 3DMG gear. You just didn't understand how someone was supposed to stay in the air for longer than five seconds. So, in that aspect you still had a lot more training to complete. But when Hange caught wind of you she practically captured you and took you in as her apprentice.

“So you’re the brat the two of them been going on and on about?” His quizzical behavior set you on edge. One wrong answer and you would be sent to the slaughterhouse.

“Y-yes I guess. Before enlisting I was training with a biologist.” He made that grunting noise again and nodded once more. He really was a man of little words.

“Well sir, if you don’t need me for anything else I’ll be taking my leave. I’m sorry again I spilled your tea.” He didn’t say anything, just nodded again.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you!” You proclaimed, forming the best salute you could muster and turning to exit the premises.

‘Cadet Y/N.” He called, stopping you before you could depart. The hairs on the back of your neck as he proved he had knowledge of your name.

“Yes sir?” You stood awkwardly and awaited his response.

"Don't come snooping in my office again." He ordered sternly before shooing you gently with his hand.

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“So she was scared of you at first? Hah, what a softy. I see why though, the first thing you said to her included the word fuck.  Not exactly smooth or inviting.” Your grandmother's words were harsh but they held a tone of endearment to them.

“Alrighty that lil’ scratch is all closed up now!” She declared proudly, leaning back and admiring her handy work. Levi stretched his back and ran his shoulder in circles to get some movement back into his stiff joints.

“Thank you.”

She smiled softly, the wrinkles under her eyes crinkling. She then turned her attention to the stove to begin preparing dinner. As Levi continued to stretch, a sudden, pressing problem he forgotten about popped into his mind.

‘Ah!” Levi gasped in recollection.

“‘Ah!’ what?” She mocked his surprised comment, not taking her gaze away from chopping onions.

“The horse.” He said frazzled with his gaze fixed on the front door. He shot up, ignoring the screaming protests by his shoulder, and was about to grasp the brass doorknob before your grandmother cleared her throat.

“A little eager aren’t we, Mr. Shirtless? You planning on flashing my neighbors?” She chimed throwing him his shirt with a playful smirk. Levi felt heat on his cheeks and averted her gaze.

“The stable is out back behind the shed.” She yelled from the kitchen as Levi slipped on his boots with haste. Buttoning the dirtied fabric he didn’t bother to tuck it into his trousers as he padded down the stairs to search the property for your horse. With the day coming to an end the landscape before him looked like something out of a postcard; birds fluttering about returning to their nests, the evening sunlight breathing warmth onto the flower fields. He would have never expected a place so idyllic existed within Wall Rose. He envisioned settling down with you at a place like this once this hell was over.

As expected, your horse wasn’t in the place you had left him. Levi puffed his cheeks and lazily looked around for the shed. He vouched to start from the left side of the house. He rotated his shoulder blades, feeling the tightness of the stitches and cracked in his neck. When he reached the side of the house the shed your grandmother had been talking about came into view. It looked more like a house than a shed to Levi as it was even bigger than most houses in the underground. A glorified shed indeed; freshly painted, nothing hanging off the sides and no equipment haphazardly strewn around the base.

“Alright you little shit where are you?”

Walking aimlessly around the shed proved fruitful, as peeking out from one side of the grand structure was movement. Approaching carefully he rounded the corner of the building to find what he was looking for. Your horse stood with his back towards him but sluggishly looked his way upon sensing his presence.

He looked awful. Dried blood caked of his cobalt coat and scratches littered his body, exposing the surface of his skin. His muscular neck hung low and he was favoring one of his back legs, hoof resting just above the ground. Levi felt bad for him.

“Damn you look fucking horrible.” He said aloud, looking him up and down.

Your horse snorted and glared back.

“What? You do.” He answered, instantly cringing after. He couldn’t believe he was talking to a horse. You did it all the time, however. You even claimed that he understood you on a spiritual level , but Levi thought it was just bunch of, well, horse shit.

Did he have a surprise concussion he didn’t remember getting? Did he have a hallucinogenic fever making him inclined to speak to animals? Placing the back of his palm on his forehead, he checked his temperature. No heat, just clammy.

As he closed the distance between the two your horse didn’t make a run for it like he usually did. He really is in bad shape if he isn't running.

Levi grabbed the grimy reins just below your horse’s chin and lightly tugged. He almost tripped over his boots at the sudden lack of movement. Whipping his head around he saw your horse hadn’t moved at all. His shoulder started to sting again.

“Let’s go.” He commanded, giving the reins one more small tug.

No movement. Even in his injured state the horse was still a pain in the ass.

He tugged more firmly, even clicking his tongue a couple times.

Nothing.

Levi then began stepping backwards slowly, pulling the reins as he did so. Your horse followed him with his head until he had stretched his neck as far as he could go without moving. Although Levi affectionately referred to him as a little shit, your horse was in fact a large shit. He was one of the largest horses within the Survey Corps which also made him very troublesome to move. And Levi realized that no amount of pulling was going to get him to budge.

He closed his eyes and exhaled. He was about to do it again.

“I know your favorite person isn’t here right now but, please? Y/N would want you to be someplace safe and cleaned up.” He blankly stared into its amber eyes and it stared right back.

When Levi tugged again, he slowly began to follow.

“Are you fucking serious.” He rolled his eyes and headed towards the stable.

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“Squad Leader I messed up, literally.” Your opening statement had the woman slightly worried, but mostly intrigued.  

“Y/N. For the fiftieth time I told you to call me Hange, just Hange.” She responded cheerfully before laying eyes on your nervous form. She quirked an eyebrow and gestured to the lounge chair slightly to the left of her desk. You sank into it and let out a shaky breath before explaining the situation. Throughout the story, Hange had to stifle her laughter which caused your frown to deepen.

“That’s the most excitement shorty has gotten in a while.” She giggled, the severity of the situation going completely over her head. You curled up and groaned, placing your head in your hands.

“Aw, Y/N don’t be upset. You messed up and you apologized, that’s all you could have done. It’s not like shorty is going to kill you or anything.” She came to the back of the lounge chair and enveloped you in a hug.

“He does love his tea though…” She trailed off, cocking her head in contemplation. You let out a muffled cry and wiggled in her grasp.

“Ah-no I didn’t mean to stress you out! In all seriousness nothing bad will happen to you, I’ll see to that. You know how many brats annoy him on the daily? You are just another one of those cadets to him at most.” She reassured, rubbing your shoulders gently. She lowered her voice and matched his tone perfectly when she imitated his favorite insult. A little bubble of laughter rose from your chest.

“But if it’s really bothering you-” She gave your shoulders one last squeeze before returning to her desk. “You could buy him some more. Only if you can afford it, that is.”

You would have to use up a significant amount of this month's savings, because from experience you knew that stuff was not the cheapest, but if it meant that you wouldn’t suffer a lifetime of torture it would be a worthwhile monetary sacrifice.

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Levi led your horse into the stable, passing your grandmother’s other horses before stopping at an empty stall and placing him inside. He gingerly removed his saddle and bridle, careful not to nick any exposed skin.

I have my work cut out for me. He rolled up the fabric of his shirt up to his elbows before gathering the grooming supplies. Levi brushed out as much of the dried bits of blood as he could, sponged him down with warm water, and finished with bandaging the tender area just above his back hoof. The last part was particularly hard on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.

He evaluated the equine's condition from head to hoof. Levi had cleaned him up to the best of his abilities and resolved that there was nothing more he could do at the moment. He ran his hand along his neck, giving his coarse pelt a few long strokes, before stepping out of the stall and locking the stable door.

“Good night, little shit. Don’t even think about unlocking that door.”

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A few days after the tea incident you had decided to go into town to try to find a new tin. At dinner the previous night, Mikasa had offered to accompany you to help you find a replacement. Besides Hange, she was the only other person who knew of the event. As insignificant as spilling tea was compared to the other stories told by your fellow cadets you still didn't want your mishap spreading around. If your best friend knew about your little mistake you knew you were in for a life of relentless teasing. Not that you didn't already experience that, but you didn't want it going around that you had gotten on the Captain's bad side.

Mikasa had sworn to keep it on the down low, and you were grateful to her for that. The two of you had grown quite close in training as both of you excelled at hand to hand combat. From constantly training together you quickly found out the two of you had much in common and that you got along extremely well. Plus you were happy to have another girl around with all the testosterone floating about the 104th class. Mikasa and you had both grown up around boys, and even though you loved them, albeit them being idiots, it was refreshing to have other friends that were girls. Eren and Armin were attatched to her at the hip so you became more friendly with them as well.

“Hey ugly.” An upbeat voice called in your direction.

“Hey horse-face.” You shot back, looking up from your place at the fence.

“Please don’t start calling me that too. If you do, it will stick for sure.” Jean whined, crossing his arms.

“I’ll stop calling you that when you stop calling me ugly.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at the taller boy. Jean huffed in annoyance but smiled when you tried to hit him.

“You actually look nice today, all jokes aside. Got a date today?” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned in closer to playfully look you in the eyes. Shoving him away you clicked your tongue.

You had in fact traded in your regular street clothes for something a little fancier, yet still casual. You donned a soft yellow sundress that made you feel less sweaty in the summer heat, pulled some of your short hair into a braid and had put on a ghosting of makeup. It had been awhile since you had the opportunity to dress up, so even if this was just going into town you wanted to take that chance to feel not dirty and grimy like you did during training.

“Would you believe it if I told you that I got all pretty for you, Jeanie~” You cooed, sticking out your bottom lip and looking up at him from under your lashes. Jean gagged in an exaggerated manner and mouthed a yuck before you started playfully kicking him.

“Uhm-guys?” A timid voice piped up, causing both you and Jean to stop mid limb-throwing to stare at the source of the sound.

“Ah! Hey Armin, Mikasa!” You instantly collected yourself and smiled brightly.

“By all means, don’t stop fighting. It was just getting good.” Mikasa added, a small smirk on her features. You abruptly disentangled yourself from Jean and placed your hair back in its position.

“Eren’s not coming?” You tilted your head in confusion. This trip into town was supposed to be the four of you until Jean insisted on joining.

It’s actually better off he’s not coming otherwise those two would be down each other's throats the entire time. You eyed Jean who was fiddling with his shirt.

Armin shook his head before explaining. “No, he has special training with the Captain.” The Captain. His name was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“Horse-face is coming with us into town?” Mikasa asked flatly. You nodded and Jean looked at her with minor offense.

“Yeah, he begged to come along. That’s how much I mean to him.” You linked your arm with his and gripped his forearm hard, cozying up to his side.

“N-no it’s not like that at all.” He stuttered, blush alight on his cheeks. He desperately tried to maneuver out of your grasp but you kept him hanging off your arm like a limp noodle. Armin laughed nervously and Mikasa flashed an amused smile. The way you manhandled Jean was quite an amusing sight.

“Please put up with him for a few hours for me; I had to tolerate him all throughout my childhood.” You pleaded, tugging on his arm causing his balance to falter in your direction.

The nearest town was within walking distance. You and Jean strolled side by side a few paces behind the other two in your party down the main street. Armin’s enthusiastic chattering could faintly be heard from your position. Jean, however, was the total opposite of Armin, and had begun sulking since you had embarrassed him earlier. He would not stop pouting, so you nudged him in the ribcage to snap him out of his pity party. He yelped in surprise and shot you a dirty look.

“Look I’m sorry for teasing you in front of her earlier.” You apologized, poking him on the arm. He gave you a confident smirk, which you knew as the start of his suave act, cool boy act.

“Pft- you mean Mikasa? I don’t care what she thinks.” He responded all too nonchalantly. You deadpanned. If your best friend was proficient in anything it was bullshit.

“You’ve been staring at her this whole time.” You commented, your companion’s confident facade faltering.

“Huh? I’m just walking.”

“I may be ugly but I’m not dumb, dumbass.” You snorted. “I know you like her, but there are no signs pointing towards she’s interested. You might as well date Marco.”

Jean swallowed wrong and began to have a coughing fit. Your firm pats on his upper back only worsened his condition.

“W-what? Why would I date him?” He gasped and jerked his head in your direction.

You were about to explain when Mikasa suddenly stopped.  

“We’re here.” She called out. Jean and Armin looked towards the painted sign of the tea shop in confusion.

“We came all the way out here to get tea?” Jean questioned, unamused and still trying to recover from his coughing fit.

“You know how much I love tea.” You trilled. You made an attempt to ruffle his hair but he batted you away.  

“Since you think it's lame you and Armin can go somewhere cooler, like the book store or something.”

“I think that’s a good idea.” Mikasa interjected, sending an apologetic look towards Armin before shuffling you into the shop.  

“Jean don’t be a dick, please!” You called out before disappearing into the shop.

It was a humble store stocked with countless varieties of tea and various kitchen wares. It was also the only shop that sold tea in this small town, so if they didn’t have the type you were looking for you were screwed. The two of you split up in search for the tea, but your searches came up empty as you scanned every display in sight.

“Is this it?” Mikasa asked, holding up a similar looking container. You shook your head, feeling defeat set in. A small man appeared in your peripheral vision.

“Excuse me, madam, is there something I can help you find?” His hands were clasped together neatly at his front and he wore a wide smile that was barely visible underneath his graying mustache.

“A-ah yes. Do you have Queen Mary tea?” Your question seemed to light up his eyes.

“Oh yes! Quite and aromatic and rich tea, isn't it?” He beamed, leading you to a display where familiar tins were expertly stacked along one of the top shelves. The anxieties that had plagued you for the past few days were all swept away when you saw that little warship. Thanking the employee, you purchased two tins, one for the Captain and one for your grandmother.

“Let’s hope this will set me in the clear.” You said with slight apprehension. Mikasa silently placed a hand on your shoulder as you left the shop and made your way down the cobblestone street.

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Upon Levi’s return to the house the sun had set and the moon was already creeping up the sky.

“Why did you take so long?” Your grandmother prodded as if she were interrogating her teenage son.

“He was hiding.” Levi explained as he shoved his boots off his feet.

“...the horse?” She questioned, eyebrow raised. Levi nodded in conformation, plopping rather ungracefully onto one of the kitchen stools. She shook her head in disbelief but didn’t pry any further.

“Here, eat up.” She said, sliding a plate across the table. Bratwurst dressed with sauerkraut and two slices of buttered bread on blue china laid before him. His mouth must have been visibly watering because she puffed with laughter.

“When you’re done please go to bed. You look like shit, bet you feel like it too.” She cackled. There was a small piece of Levi that was beginning to find her dryness endearing.

“Thank you.” He expressed his gratitude before digging into the food. She grunted in response.

“Well-I’ll quit bothering you tonight. The two of you almost made it to Valhalla today so you deserve a full night’s sleep.” She stifled the flames on the stove and took her leave but not before stopping in the doorway.

“I’m going to go check on her again before heading off to bed myself. I’ve prepared one of the guest rooms for you, it’s the last door on the left.” Levi looked up mid bite of his sausage and swallowed before speaking.

“Thank you.”

“Sheesh is that all you know how to say?” She turned back once more in the entryway with a warm smile.

“Eat quickly and get some sleep, otherwise you won’t grow any taller.” Her barking laughter bounced off the walls and harmonized with the creaking of the stairs as she ascended them.

After he finished his meal he went to check on you again. Your condition looked the same; gentle limps strewn across lavender silk and color flushed from your complexion. He slowly pulled the covers up to reveal your bandaged torso. An opaque layer of red rested beneath the layers of gauze, meaning you were still bleeding through the stitches. The hand he used to place the covers over you once more moved to rest against your cheek. He had some false hope in his head that you would react to his touch, but you laid still as ever. Levi prayed you were sleeping as blissfully as you looked, that your peaceful expressions and steady breaths didn’t hold a secret sea of turmoil behind them. He placed a loving kiss to your forehead and reluctantly drew away from you.

He initially thought he would have trouble sleeping, both from his unconventional sleeping habits and the earlier events, but when his head hit the downed pillow the mattress absorbed all the tension in his muscles. His eyes instantly fluttered shut and Levi was engulfed in a tranquil darkness that he hadn’t experienced in a long time. The last thing he heard before he was washed into the the void was that melodious laughter of yours.

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Okay, Y/N you can really do it now. He’s positively in there this time.

So after returning from town, here you stood at the climax of your tea saga. The freshly brewed kettle shook with the small tremors of your hands and the cream almost spilled as they gripped the edges of the tray.You attempted to form a determined visage before knocking twice with your foot.

Confident and assertive. Confident and assertive. Confiden-

“Name and business.” Oh god this is actually happening. The situation had manifested from hypothetical to real in a matter of a few words.

“Cadet Y/N, sir.” You specified, eyes locked on the chipping varnish of the door.

“Come in.” A voice with the richness and texture of red wine answered.

It was then you fully realized how preoccupied your hands were and began fumbling to open the door. The Captain heard a symphony of clanking and thudding and rose to his feet.

The next thing you knew the door was being swung open, causing you to falter and barely stop the tray from tumbling from your hold. The Captain regarded you with his usual unwavering expression. His inability to change facial expressions sent you spiraling further into a world of nerves. He said nothing as you straightened yourself up.

“Good evening, Captain.” Meeting his gaze, you smiled. You hoped it looked natural but to your superior you just looked constipated.

“I wanted to apologize again for what happened two days ago, sir.” You started, adjusting the grip on the tray. The Captain’s metallic features dropped from your face to the contents of your hands.

“So I bought you more tea as a replacement, and I brewed a fresh pot for you. Squad Leader said you usually drink tea in the mornings and evenings, and I had to train this morning so I decided this was the best time…” You trailed off towards the end of your speech, remembering how he silenced your rambling before.

The Captain didn’t know how to react. No brat, nor anyone for that matter, had ever gone to this length over something so simple as spilling a sachet of tea. Sure he was annoyed when it happened, but never did he expect you to purchase a whole new tin for him. He new tea was not an affordable commodity, especially this brand. He was the tiniest bit touched.

“You bought this?” He asked, hints of shock evident in his voice. He gestured to the box and you nodded rapidly.

“Yes, sir. I bought you a new tin. I hope you don’t mind I placed some of the bags in the kitchen.”

“That’s fine.” He confirmed. Suddenly the tray was being pushed into his chest. Taken aback he moved backwards slightly.

“Please take it as compensation for the trouble I caused.” You requested, your outstretched arms voicelessly asking him to accept your gift. You waited expectantly for him to relieve you of the tea. When he performed no such action you gulped.

“Place it on my desk.” He instructed, nodding his head in the direction of his work space.

“O-oh yes sir!”

He stepped aside to let you scurry over to the desk. Once you set the tray down you saluted him and made your way back to the door. Before you could dismiss yourself the guttural clearing of his throat stopped you dead in your tracks.

“I did not dismiss you, Cadet.”

Rather than butterflies, bats began swarming in the pit of your stomach. They screeched at your nerves and their leathery wings pricked the inside of your skin. Your head explored all of the terrifying scenarios that could come after that phrase. Thankfully you had an overactive imagination.

“Do you know where Squad Leader Mike’s office is?” He questioned, lifeless eyes boring through your chest. You nodded timidly.

“Go give these to him. When you come back, you don’t need to knock.”

Upon your return after a refreshingly brief encounter with Mike you found the Captain totally immersed in the tea. His eyes were closed, breaths rising from deep in his chest, and a smoothness to his features. If you were not completely petrified by his demeanor, you fancied you would have found him quite handsome.

Handing him the documents Mike had traded for the ones you gave him earlier, you made your second attempt to escape from the Captain’s clutches.

“Cadet.” He called just as your fingers brushed the doorknob.

“Yes, sir?”

“Thank you.”

Your eyes went wide and the bats transformed into butterflies, flitting about in a less chaotic manner.

“A-ah yes, of course sir!” You saluted in one fluid and exaggerated motion. He clicked his tongue and waved your salute off. A short silence fell upon the room that caused you to fiddle with the hems of your sleeves. Levi regarded you with unfeeling eyes, yet beneath them your sweet appearance made his chest clench.  Just as you were curious about him, a strange interest in you had blossomed within him.

“Do you need anything else sir?” You offered as he rose from his seat to grab two tea cups from the cabinet.

“Sit.” He instructed, his command firm but no hint of authority in his tone.

“P-Pardon, sir?”

“Sit.” He pointed towards one of the chairs in the corner. You brought it over and seated yourself on the opposite side of the desk. The inside of your body felt as if it was filling with iron, making you feel heavy as you awkwardly awaited his next move. The air was painfully thick between the two of you, if you had let out a large breath it would have solidified within seconds.

“Tell me, how do you make it?” He asked, his words thinning the air. His visage remained focused on preparing the tea, a meager knit of the eyebrows the only movement on his face.

“Pardon, sir?”

“The tea. It’s very good.” The butterflies crept back into your bloodstream. Did he just compliment you?

“Thank you, sir!” You exhaled with a smile, extremely relieved that he was satisfied with your repentance.

The Captain then poured the dark liquid into your cup. He handled the teapot with such a delicacy that contrasted his stark disposition; thin, pallid fingers caressed porcelain while acute ashen eyes supervised.

“Sugar?” He asked, his attention still fully on the tea.

“Yes, please.”

“Cream?”

“No, thank you.”

A tap tap of the steel spoon against the rim of the cup was followed by a soft thank you as he pushed the vessel towards you.

“I add a bit of honey to the tea leaves to give it sweetness. Black tea tends to be bitter on its own.” You answered his earlier question, taking a small sip, cautious not to slurp. Instantly the metal oxidized from your body and was replaced with air.

“Interesting. Where did you learn that?” He lilted, adding a stingy amount of cream to his cup.

“I learned how to make and serve tea when I was young. My family is acquainted with some affluent individuals.” Your thumbs traced patterns on the surface of your teacup.

“Affluent, huh?”

“Yes, sir. A bunch of snobby assholes if you ask me.” Your face turned a ghostly pale before flushing bright red. Just when you were nearing the top of the whole you had dug yourself into you had fallen right back in.

“P-pardon my language, sir! I had no intention of speaking vulgarly.” You covered your mouth with your hands, mortified by your tone of speech.

The captain huffed. It was sound that came deep from his chest that made his eyes crinkle slightly and the corner of his lips twitch upward. It was a sound that made your butterflies flit about and generate a lovely fuzzy feeling with each wing beat.  

Maybe your Captain wasn’t as scary as you had originally thought.

[nyxoholicwrites]

The Sweetest One Will Always Be You

Nightowl x GN! Reader

Prompt: The two lovebirds can’t help but die of boredom, till a certain bake-off catches their eye, well you know what they say in the baking world! I certainly don’t! And I don’t think they do either…

Note: This fluffy fic is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who is always there when I need her, thank you for supporting me and my sudden urge to take up writing, you mean the world to me and I cannot express how grateful I am to have you, ‘...’ indicates thoughts and finally “...” indicates speech

The tiny screen ahead beheld many sweets of different varieties, from the moist, delicate Victoria sponge cakes, to the disasters and masterpieces of fondant cakes whose visages were either instantly recognizable or… something. Was that something good? Maybe not, but at least it was something right?

“He clearly put in too much flour! I swear if I were to be in that competition I wouldn’t be that clueless,” they stated with a huff, confidence radiating from them, or was it arrogance? Eh, it’s two sides of the same coin. “ Cutie, love, my beloved, just last week you tried to make scrambled eggs and only realized you hadn’t turned the stove on till a solid 5 minutes have passed.”

Nightowl could remember it like it was yesterday, them, standing beside the stove, flipping and turning the eggy batter in frustration while he stood behind them quietly snickering till he simply burst out in laughter. Their tiny mistake had, unfortunately, cost them a week of solid teasing, if only one could turn back time but alas time travel hasn’t been yet invented. Damn.

“ Hey! It was a reasonable mistake! I’m sure it has happened to even that old lady, what was her name? Larry Berry?” they raised their head in thought, their brain had turned into a search between the filing cabinets of countless thoughts. Some filled with memories of their other half, others containing scheduled meetings and useless team-building exercises, but all of it was for nothing, they simply couldn’t remember the name of a certain British baker. “ Don’t you mean Mary Berry?” he stated teasingly, “That's it! Thank you love.” He certainly wasn’t expecting a delicate kiss on the cheek for such a minor thing but who was he to complain. As they continued to kiss his cheek, small giggles could be heard in the air, along with a certain British baker on the cusp of a breakdown.

They placed a haste, but sweet, kiss on his lips, no amount of sweets of this world could replace his saccharine taste. The commonality of the two is the addictive feeling they give an individual, you can’t help but reach for more, and more, till the devils of greed and gluttony consumed the mind. The recipe for their love was filled with sugar, spice, and so much more than just nice, although this wasn’t the moment for a spice overload. As their lips departed, leaving the two out of breath and without words, but, no words were needed for all of their thoughts and feelings were seen in the crevices of their ever-expanding pupils. People say love is blind but at this moment, both their eyes were wide open, taking in the beautiful sights before them.

Soon enough, their lips connected again, his hands cradling their face and theirs wrapped in his dirty blonde hair, their holds on the other were so tight one might think they were afraid of losing the other. Frankly, the only things being lost in their shared living spaces were the dreams of winning the Great British Bake off, thankfully not by them, but still tragic isn’t it? As their passionate kiss had ensued, Y/n had gained a brilliant idea,

‘Rather than watch people bake and compete, why don’t him and I do the same, it would kill time and we can do fun prizes.’ As Y/n pulled away from the kiss, Nightowl couldn’t help but pout, “Is something wrong my liege?” His head had tilted in confusion, what could have possibly gotten them to stop all of a sudden? “Oh no, no! Everything is fine! Perfect even. It's just that I have got an excellent idea, why don’t you and I compete just like the bakers? After all you were very cocky not long ago about how I can’t seem to cook, surely that would spell victory for you?”

“ Oh you are so on cutie.” he smirked in delight, “ But wait, what does the winner get? Surely you can’t hold a competition without a prize?” With chin in one hand, their gaze locked onto the ceiling above, the gears in their mind turning at a rapid pace, ‘ What could be a good prize?’Their mind aimlessly wondered till, Aha! “How about this, if you win, I will take you out tomorrow for some Omurice, I know you have been talking about it for months and I-” while their rambling went on, a hand had placed itself on their chin, tilting their gaze upwards into the eyes of another. Caught off guard, the words that were once on the tip of their tongue had disappeared with a light peck of their lips.

“ I might need something more than food, perhaps something on the sweet side.” He stated with his infamous smirk, damn that smirk always got them weak in their knees, thankfully, the couch was beneath them as the two sat, with the male on top of his now flushed lover. As they parted once more, their lips tightened into an endearing smile while their cheeks burned with a flaming red, ‘ Code red! Code red! I repeat code red!’ With his lover dazed he promptly stood up, chuckling at their expression

‘ So cute. God, what did I do to deserve them?’ “Well, what are you waiting for? I have a prize to win.” With a wink, his love was, what can best be described as, K.Oed. “I-I um yea y-you’re right.” Slowly he grabbed them by the waist, raising them from the comfort of the couch. “ Let’s go then, shall we cutie?” Although their mind couldn’t help but experience many, and I mean many short circuits thanks to the teasing remarks of Nightowl, it was all worth it. Even with the heap of sugar and flour filling their bowl, in their eyes, the sweetest one will always be him.

A/N: Finally I found time to finish this, let’s just say the last days of the semester aren’t fun, thankfully this helped to take my mind off of things. Also, British Bake off is so good, if you haven’t watched please do. Well, I hope you enjoyed! Till next time! :)

[blackacre13]

Hi, thank you for feeding us with your wonderful writing. Can you write something about debbie being the strict planning mom and lou well the cool carefree mom and their kids prefer lou more then debbie and debbie being jealous bout it.

Aw you are so welcome! Here you go!

Debbie checked her watch for the third time, tapping her stiletto against the ground as she waited.

Lou was almost an hour late without a word and Debbie was getting more anxious by the minute.

Suddenly, she heard the lock turning, whipping around as two girls ran into the loft screaming and laughing, one blonde and one brunette, Lou close on their tails, her face flushed but grinning from ear to ear catching both of them by the shirts and pulling them in for a tight hug.

“Go say hi to mom and then wash up,” Lou instructed. She checked her watch. “Dinner should be ready in about half an hour.”

“Hey cuties,” Debbie smiled, kneeling down to ruffle their hair and kiss their foreheads as they babbled to her for a moment and exchanged “I love you”s before the scurried off up the stairs.

The brunette stood slowly as Lou came closer, wrapping her arms around her wife before kissing her deeply.

“Hey honey,” Lou whispered before kissing Debbie again. She could feel Debbie still slightly under her grip. “What’s wrong? You okay?”

“I’m alright,” Debbie sighed. “Just was worried.”

Lou’s eyebrow furrowed as she checked her phone and let out a grunt of frustration.

“Shit,” Lou sighed, leaning back against the counter. “Text never went through. Took the girls for ice cream after school because they got their report cards back.”

“Oh,” Debbie nodded. That explained the energy level.

“All good marks,” Lou added.

“Of course,” Debbie smiled, but Lou knew it wasn’t a genuine smile.

“You were worried, but you’re also mad,” Lou guessed.

“Not mad,” the brunette sighed, opening the fridge, taking out a pack of chicken. “Just…maybe we should have done that together?”

“It was just a spur of the moment thing, Deb. Promise,” Lou murmured, caressing her cheek before she turned to the cabinet to find the pasta. “Plus, I thought you were meeting with Tammy.”

“She canceled,” Debbie exhaled, exasperated. “Something about the kids I guess.”

“Like we haven’t done that to her,” Lou teased. “Where’s that knife I like, sweetheart?”

“Here,” Debbie smiled, still looking sad as she passed the blade to the blonde.

“We’ll do something special the four of us to celebrate,” Lou whispered. “I’m sorry we went without you.”

Debbie smiled softly, nodding her head.

“They’re really excited to tell you, Deb,” Lou grinned. “The whole way here they were trying to hatch a plan to show you their grades. They both love you so much.”

“It’s not their love I doubt,” Debbie grumbled as she palmed through the spice cabinet.

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The two women lay in bed side by side as Debbie stared blankly at the pages of her book, pretending to flip through it as she thought while Lou was working off the iPad probably balancing checks for the club.

“I can hear you thinking,” Lou chuckled, putting down the iPad.

“Just reading,” Debbie lied, letting out a small sigh.

“Your book is upside down,” Lou smirked, sitting up and rolling to face Debbie.

“The girls like you better,” Debbie mumbled and Lou couldn’t help laughing out loud.

“That so?” The blonde asked, propping her head up with her hand.

“I don’t know,” the brunette sighed, putting the book down. “You’re so much more fun than I am and all I do with them is scheduled shit.”

“Scheduled planned stuff doesn’t mean it’s not fun,” Lou pointed out. “And no one said you couldn’t be fun. Or spontaneous.” She shrugged. “Besides, I think we balance each other well. And they owe you a lot of credit. I mean, you literally gave them life.”

“Details,” Debbie rolled her eyes.

“What?” Lou laughed. “You telling me you want to swap for a day? Want me to be the rule stickler and you’re free bird?”

“That sounds like a bad sitcom waiting to happen,” Debbie muttered before shooting up suddenly.

“Oh no,” Lou chuckled, looking at her wife in disbelief. “Deb, no.”

“I’m just gonna teach them so tricks of the trade, Lou.”

“No way,” the Australian chuckled. “Come on.”

“Well, now who’s being the stickler, baby?” Debbie smirked. “I’ll be right back. I need my notebook.”

“Don’t go too Debbie Ocean on this, love.”

“Oh, I am goin full Debbie Ocean on this, baby. Just you wait.”

[jgvfhl]

I Write Things Sometimes

But this is the first time I'm opening requests. Specifically, requests about pet names. So. If y'all want a lil trooper x reader drabble with a pet name from this list, go for it! For the fluffy drabbles, you can request specific genders if you want too (any and all welcome for the fluff)

If you want it spicy, that's just fine, it'll just go on @owls-spice-cabinet which is my NSFW blog. Those will probably be gn or fem readers, only bc uhhhhh I Only Gots One Set of Equipment Yknow?

Sunshine

Baby girl

Darling

Sweet cheeks

Babe

Love

Honey

Sweetheart ( @blsmjoon come get your juice)

Hot stuff

Sexy

Dear/dearest

Pretty girl/pretty bird

Kitten

Cutie

Mesh'la (Mando'a for beautiful)

Cyare/cyar'ika (Mando'a for beloved)

My heart/dear heart

Princess

Baby cakes

Eye color (blue eyes, brown eyes)

Angel

SO YEAH have fun i will do my best to try my hand at these bad boys. @a-mediocre-succulent @nl13 @ct7567329 lol idk who to tag

[gotmeringinghellsbells]

Hi hun! Happy holidays and I hope you have a wonderful new year! I was wondering if you could write a shiro x Curtis x Adam fic where Curtis feels out of place in their relationship and wants to be hugged and kissed instead of just being told that he’s loved while shiro and Adam get lovey dovey. He gets so isolated that he falls ill and refuses to talk to Adam and shiro about the problems until he cracks and tells the truth with shame in his eyes. Sorry if this is angsty! Thank you! Best wishes!

Third Wheel

Fandom: Voltron Defenders of the Universe

Characters: Adam, Curtis, and Takashi Shirogane

A/N: FINALY FINISHED! Happy very much belated holidays dearie! Sorry this took so long. 

Description: Depression exists in many ways. It’s an illness with little to no “cure”. Curtis Shirogane had been stricken with this weight for sometime, but recently it’s been crawling further throughout him. His husbands begin to worry before finally saying no more to his silence. 

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Depression was an illness with no easy “cure”. Sure, he'd been battling it for most of his life, but it never seemed to get easier. The only time he could think when it was when they were in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. Everything was new, sweet, and innocent. The three wed before it really ended; finding it odd to just “string” Curtis along while their already married. Curtis was eager to agree, but now, two years later, he felt like a third wheel more than a lover.

It just came over him without any rhyme or reason. He sat back in the oak, kitchen chair and just watched; slumpt over some. Gray eyes scanned over the two, as they normally did. But rather than the feeling of love or just overall familiarity…. Curtis felt something else; but he couldn’t place what exactly. It wasn’t positive at all, he just felt…. out of place. 

Adam was washing dishes, Shiro holding him from behind as he normally did. He rested his face in the warm, soft skin. The sound of a normal or butterfly kiss would be heard from time to time. They never talked during this “special time” unless Adam needed Shiro to move so he could do something. But then again, that’s how their “special time” normally was.

On the couch, in the bedroom, in the car, on the porch; hell even during intercourse. They were so invested in each other, they could read each other so well. They didn’t need to talk to bond, they showed their affection through their actions. Yes, they did talk, just not in moments like this.   It was bitter sweet to watch; it was  like Curtis was unnoticed. 

Sure, Curtis was ace and had a hard time being physical with someone; but it would be nice to be more included. But then again, what was he going to say? He wasn’t, he wouldn’t. He never had been able too grow past the turama to have this skill; even when it involved his husbands. 

The male said nothing as he pushed in the kitchen chair. No rubbing Shiro’s back as he passed, not saying anything to either of them. He just left. Spice, his baby, followed him up to the bedroom. She jumped up onto the tall bed with slight struggle before settling in Shiro’s spot on the bed. Curtis then followed to his own, pulling the crocheted blanket Adam’s mother had made for them over the him self and his baby. 

He didn’t feel like being here today, he hadn’t in weeks. It was just building up worse and worse but…. he couldn’t say anything. 

It had been hours since breakfast. Adam frowned as he glanced at the digital clock that was an added bonus to the cd player attached to the underside of one of his cabinets. It was past noon, Curtis hadn’t come down to eat. Adam had checked on him, of course; but the other, unbenounced to him, was pretending to sleep. Adam left him be, thinking he needed rest. His forehead was normal in temperature, no red dusted the soft, warm, sun kissed skin. He didn’t appear to be ill, but Adam worried from the habit of Shiro’s past. 

When Shiro came back from his meeting after dusk, he was surprised that Adam hadn’t woken the other. He was biting the skin beside his thumb, bounding his foot on the wooden kitchen floor. Brown eyes looked back to the clock before glancing up to see the shortest of the three. Shiro frowned before walking over to rub Adam’s shoulders. “You alright?” The other nodded. “Worried. Curtis hasn’t gotten up for anything since breakfast.”

That was strange. They had a bathroom in their bedroom and a case of water upstairs so most likely the other was still hydrated. “He hasn’t eaten,” Shiro asked, correcting the other; “Or stretched his legs?” The other shook his head. “Spice came down a few times but it wasn’t for long. As soon as she went into the yard, she did her business and immediately wanted to get back in bed.” Something was clearly wrong. 

Shiro bit his lip in thought as he kneaded into Adam’s shoulders more. “I’ll order dinner tonight. It’ll get here quicker. Pizza might entice him?” Adam shrugged before nodding. “I’m going to go lay with them until it gets here.” Shiro stepped back to give his love space; Adam stealing a soft kiss in response. He walked away quietly as Shiro walked to the counter to use the landline. 

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Adam lay staring at the ceiling as he listened to the sound of Curtis’s breathing…. And the breathing of every other being (that wasn’t Shiro) in the house. Curtis was curled, facing inwardly to his pitbull, mut rescue. She curled on her side, facing her daddy as well. Coffee, a long haired rescue, curled around Adam’s head for heat as she normally did. Nutmeg stereotypically corgi splooted beside Adam; relying on him to keep her on the bed. 

Buffy didn’t even try to climb on the crowded bed. Rather, she curled up on the dog bed in the corner and rested her eyes. Shiro was home, and she was off the clock. However, it didn’t last long as there was a knock on one of the two bedroom doors. Various heads lifted from the two beds, looking to the new face. Shiro gave a small smile. “Food’s here.” 

Dog by dog, the three left the room for their own dinner and hopes of stealing some of their fathers. The furry feline merely smacked her fluffy tail into Adam’s face, earning a small snort. “Yeah, I know. You want your dinner too.” Adam set Coffee on the floor before shaking Curtis slightly. “Hey, time to get up.” 

Curtis let out a huff of air in defeat before slowly opening his eyes. The look on Adam’s face: that smile, the slightly turned up brows, the half lidded eyes, the love; guilt hit him like a train. “Oh…. alright.” He slowly sat up, not feeling all that well from lack of food. He managed to get down stairs, crashing at the oak table before digging into the veggie slice set on a plate in his spot. 

He was quiet as the other two joined him. Adam watched him as he blotted the grease off his pizza with a napkin. Shiro hummed as he finished chewing his bite, swallowing it. “So, you feeling alright Curtis?” The other nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for dinner.” His voice sounded a bit raspy. Shiro pushed a can beside him; soda. To truly eat like they were teens again was rare. 

Gray and gray locked as the can was passed. Shiro felt a sense of sympathy come over him as Curtis flicked his eyes to the table to avoid him. “You wanna talk about it?” Gray and brown now met before Curtis shook his head. “I’m fine guys, just tired.” Yeah, depressed. “We’ve been married for two years Curtis.” Adam wasn’t buying the excuse. “If your having one of those days, you can tell us.” 

Shiro went to agree when suddenly Curtis stood. He said nothing as he grabbed another slice and disappeared from the table. The two were temporarily paralyzed with shock before exchanging looks. “Let him be,” Shiro said; sounding like an absent father. “May have been a nightmare, PTSD, just…. let him be for now Adam.” It was for himself to hear as well. 

The other was silent.

Night was in full swing, the two cuddling on the couch. Roboting fingers moved through wavy, yellow fur as Buffy relaxed beside them. Nutmeg attempted to fight for the hand as Adam’s held Coffee; Shiro holding Adam. It had been a few hours now, Adam couldn’t wait any longer. He set his baby aside before patting Shiro’s hand. The toher let go, watching as the taller disappeared. When Adam didn't turn towards the bathroom, he sighed. 

He wanted to help Cutis, of course, but he didn’t know what to do. Shiro feared upsetting the other more than he already was rather than helping him. But when he heard a small noise from the bedroom, hand pushing on the slightly opened door, he felt a sudden sensation of relief. “A-Ahahahdam!” The lighter haired brunette quirked a brow. “What? You’ve been scaring us all day. You need to talk about these things sometimes Curtis. We’re your husbands; we’re your family.” The last part was used as more of a tease as teeth gently scraped against the squirming male’s soft cheek. 

Curtis turned his head; the attention that had been craved was now almost tormenting. “Besides that, if you got pizza sauce on my white sheets and blankets or on the crocheted blanket.” It was an unended threat; Curtis already knew his punishment, and was accepting of it. Shiro took his place in the fight, not holding Curtis’s upper body as he would normally. Rather, he sat on the other’s shins and started to squeeze under his knee caps. 

The laughter came out harder, hiccupy, and squealy. Small gasps left Curtis’s mouth as he jumped and bounced about, shaking his head. He clung to Adama as he tried to pull his legs out from the solid mass that was Shiro. “Ah! Sthahaop, sthahahop!” Adam smirked a bit before pulling Curtis in close. 

Chapped lips pressed against darker brown locks as protective arms swallowed the male whole. “How adorable,” Adam chuckled. This in turn only earned a deeper blush form the youngest of the three. He tried to Adam as a result, whimpering and squealing more so as the touch became lighter under his legs. “Your like a cartoon. Wonder if a feather could actually get you laughing,” Shiro hummed. Adam reached over to his night stand, taking Curtis down with him. Shiro had to quickly move off of Curtis as to not hurt his legs from the action. He watched as Adam reached into the nightstand drawer, Curtis using the break to catch up on oxygen. 

Ada pulled out some of the sanitized feathers he’d collected over the years. Turkey, Blue Jay, Robbin, Pigeon, Finch, etc. He held them up to Shiro who grinned with delight. Taking a turkey feather and blue jay feather, he watied for Adam and Curtis to resituate. It was noted by both that Curtis’s struggle ceased. He was covering his face with his hands, as relaxed as he could be in Adam’s loving arms. 

“What’s going on, hm? You want to be tickled? If you just wanted our attention, you could have said something, love.” Ah, not the nickname. Curtis squeaked as he started to curl up more. Shiro took the opportunity to gently take his legs, letting Adam continue to softly whisper sweet teases and compliments into Curtis’s ears. 

The longer feather (turkey) was first, gliding under the knees and up the bottoms of Curtis’s thighs. The whimpers became hearty giggles. Legs jerks out of sync, body bouncing, and feet wiggling about. Adam snickered lovingly as he started to kiss the blocking hands where he could reach them. “Your so loving and sweet. We love you so much Curtis, what’s wrong; huh?” 

Once more, the male shook his head, not about to let his nerves betray his body. “Guess we’re moving up some.” Curtis felt the feather leave, nearly screaming in surprise when it arrived again. The tip could do little against the cloth of the boxer briefs; causing Shiro to use it’s harder end to gently trace the inner thighs. Guilt subsided and butterflies swarmed, he never felt so craving of the strange touch. He whimpered and squirmed, asking for freedom. But false cries fell deaf on loving ears. Teeth gently nibbled his ear lobe, melting the male as a whole. 

Feathers glided over his torso, under his un-removed shirt. It felt more secretive and special for some reason today. Hands replacing soft tips earning loud, sweet laughter. The hands roamed up to his neck, then under his chin. Finally, Adam’s hands moved Curtis’s away as Shiro’s started to tickle his cheeks and nose. Breathless giggles filled the cooling air as the session started to cease. Tear filled eyes met dry before Shiro stole a kiss, Adam close behind. 

“Feeling better now,” Shiro asked as he rubbed the other’s stomach to help ease the sensation. It didn’t work right, earning more squirms. Slowly, Curtis was able to speak after moving the hand away softly. “Yeah, sorry,” he panted out shamefully. “You want to tell us anything about it,” Adam asked again as he moved his hold and position so that Curtis sat between his legs, leaning back as the other's arms met at his lower torso. 

There was silence before Curtis took a breath. “Guess I’ve just felt like a third wheel.” The other two looked shocked. A third wheel? “How so,” Adam asked, being the more composed of the two “outsiders”. “Your… always on top of eachother. Yes, I understand I don’t really feel comfortable with sex and I struggle with physcial affection but…. I just feel like an outsider; like I don't belong in… in this.” 

Adam and Shiro looked shocked. They didn’t yell at him, not that Curtis fully expected them too. They weren’t his bloodline, they were his family. They cared for him, about his well being. They just wanted him to be happy, but he couldn’t find the words to express himself. “I love you,” Shiro whimpered before kissing him once more. It was an apology in disguise. Adam started to kiss him more and more, a better apology. 

Curtis whimpered before relaxing into the two as they continued to softly kiss him, slowly falling into a sleepy cuddle pile. The butterflies that were erupting didn’t stop. The feeling became overwhelming as he gently moved closer to Adam for support as he began to crumble. Slowly, Adam moved them so that they could rest for the night; Curtis in the middle this time. Four kisses in total on his eyelids, and Curtis was out. 

So drained, so flustered, so safe and warm. The two others sighed before sharing a quick, soft kiss and snuggling close to the male between them. Slowly, the three left for a world of darkness, fantasy, or horrors, living in their heads until tomorrow would come.

[eye-raq]

Ember 11.

Erik’s conflict.

In short, this is a co writing fic with my baby @panthergoddessbast she has helped me out ALOT with where this is going and how it’s ending. Thanks to all of those who have been with me every step of the way, loving my writing, commenting, reblogging. This one is gonna pull at some emotions from you guys, I just hope you enjoy.

[I suppose that a lifetime spent hiding one's erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death. ]

“Ladies and Gentlemen! Excuse me!!!”

The voices slowed down to a low whisper.

“I know the wine and appetizers are delicious, but it’s time to begin the private event!”

The entire room began to laugh, the plastered smiles of all the rich black folk giving Cyprine a wide smile. Dressed in a sexy backless slit dress colored wine red, chocolate skin acting as the perfect contrast, Cyprine waited with her fancy cue cards and microphone. She had the important job of hosting Fashion Through The Ages, one of the Getty Centers most popular private events.

“Let me introduce to you all the new Lead Curator, Cyprine Lewis!”

Cyprine put on her professional smile, walking out to main stage in a catlike fashion. She waves at the crowd of people clapping, bringing the microphone to her mouth. That action alone silenced everyone, more than the guy who talked before her.

“Hello hello! welcome to Fashion Through The Ages. Today we will join fashion historian and art muse, Sara Holmes, as she explores the museum’s collection through the lens of costume to consider issues of gender, society, and history through the ages. This promises to be a fun way to consider the Getty collection while thinking about fashions past and present.”

Cyprine motions to side stage, “please give a round of applause to Miss Sara Holmes!”

The entire room raised their glasses and clapped, Sara Holmes approaching dressed in Fendi from head to toe. The women always had the best designer, but she was tacky with colors. Following behind her, was a man in all forms.Tall, chocolate, thick and toned, a head full of waves that shined with a beard to match, wearing a tailored tuxedo with a simple black bow tie was Lorenz Allen. Entrepreneur, philanthropist, and Director. Cyprine caught his eye, watching him wink with those long lashes and that million dollar smile. He sponsored a lot of events through the Getty Center, so Cyprine expected that he would show up.

“Thank y’all for coming out. It really moves me when everyone can come together to support a cause, but at the same time enjoy yourselves and the beautiful art that the Getty Center has to offer.” He points a single finger at C.C, that finger wrapped in a gold ring set with diamonds. None of which meant anything of matrimonial significance

I bet those rings would feel good around my throat. She thought.

“I don’t think you all gave this beautiful, successful women here enough praise! She planned this event out, worked her ass off!”

The audience gave her the credit she deserved. Cyprine blushed, speaking her thanks into the microphone.

“No, thank you.” He stresses, his eyes only on her. Cyprine could see what he was trying to do, that’s all that mattered anyway.

“Thank you Mr. Allen, and thank you to everyone who came today to support this private charity event! Now, let us get started with the exhibits!” After a final round of applause, the lights dimmed and multiple spot lights along with music began to start up. A small fashion show on behalf of the guest of honor started, women and men wearing fashion from the renaissance era to start. All models were of different ethnicities, and some also apart of the LGBTQ community.

Cyprine watched the entire thing unfold, pride coming over her. With pride, came attention, and Lorenz gave Cyprine all of his attention with those dangerous eyes of his.

“C’mere” He whispers.

Cyprine didn’t argue with that, strutting over towards him. The smell of mild Creed Aventus filling her nostrils; bold and memorable.

“Yes?” She folds her arms.

“Keep me company.”

She fights a smile, staring at him with her wide brown eyes.

“Why should I? What makes you think your company is more entertaining than this show?”

“Because you’ve been eye-fucking me for some time now, so I know I got your attention.”

Humming in approval at his impressive response, Cyprine smiles faintly, “what can I say, I like what I see.”

“Same here, babygirl.” He licks his lips quick, Cyprine stared at his tantalizingly pink tongue wishing it was between her legs right now.

“Which is why I would like to take you out on a date tomorrow night, if that’s okay?”

Cyprine and dates didn’t go so well.

There were a few she could vouch for that ended up pretty nicely, but all in all she was single and every last guy she’d dealt with disappointed her to some degree.

“A date.” She repeats his words, eyes in wonder.

“Yeah, a dinner date, with me.”

Lorenz seemed to be a cool guy so Cyprine decided to give it a go, just to see where this takes her.

“Okay, i'll let you take me to dinner. We riding in that blacked out McLaren P1 you got, right?” Cyprine had a keen eye, not just for Lorenz but for cars as well. Her interest in cars that included make and model was all thanks to Erik and his obsession with it.

“Babygirl, it’s whatever you want.” He smiles that gorgeous smile.

“Good, cuz I like to have it my way.”

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“You’re getting better my man! Keep this up and you could become a professional boxer!”

Erik bends his body over the ropes of the boxing ring at the gym, sweating and dripping from his forehead and the tip of his nose.

“Nah, I’ll keep it strictly for workout purposes.” Erik lifts finally, clutching his ribs from the soreness he felt from constantly receiving blow after blow.

“Pick your punk ass up, homie!” Tre, Erik’s best friend, laughs at him while punching at a speed bag.

“Shut up nigga! I’m not the one who needs picking up! You don’t even know what you doing!” Tre puts his middle finger up at Erik before returning back to his workout.

“Unc, How’s that your nephew and you ain't teach him no tricks?”

TJ, the owner of Champs Boxing and Tre’s uncle puts his hands up in surrender.

“His knucklehead ass didn’t wanna learn, too busy playing them damn video games.”

Erik laughs, clutching his sore chest, “I was right along wit em though, so I can’t talk shit.”

Picking up his Gatorade, Erik takes a long sip, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Tre enters the ring, towel around his neck and durag on his head.

“Bro, who that?”

Erik turns to notice a short caramel skinned women with a nia long cut. She was heavy at the bottom, the yoga pants she wore making her thick ass stand out more. Her sweaty skin glistened and the blaze in her eyes made her look even more tantalizing.

“Damn,” Tre tucked his pouty bottom lip into his mouth.

“She a bad one, might have to check that out before I go.”

Erik recognizes her, even without her glasses.

“Her name is Kaylin, I work with her.” Erik gives her a head nod of acknowledgement, watching as she gives him the same motion, but sexier.

“Why is it that all the FINE ASS WOMAN, gravitate to you?”

Laughing, Erik shoves Tre, “Tre, stop acting like you don’t get pussy.”

“Nah, man you gotta hook me up! She fine as hell with her thick ass.”

Erik pats Tre on the shoulder before turning to exit the ring.

“Don’t always get hypnotized by the ass.” Erik knew first hand about that.

“I can’t help it, a fat ass is my weakness.”

“Erik!”

The two men turn to face a sweaty Kaylin.

“I didn’t know you boxed at Champs! How long?”

“Used to come a while ago, just started back.”

She laughs, the light sound contagious.

“Cool! Maybe you can teach me some things. I’m trying to get the hang of it, the shit isn’t easy.”

“I can help you out sweetheart.” Tre steps up before his best friend could even speak.

“You just as good as E? I saw his moves in the ring and yours wasn’t looking so great on that speed bag.”

Erik couldn’t hold back his chuckle, slightly snorting and all at the way Kaylin played his friend.

“Chill, girl. That’s my nigga, he getting there.” Erik defends Tre.

“No shade, just saying.” Clearly Kaylin wasn’t interested in Tre, all she wanted was that Erik Stevens.

“You coming into the office tomorrow?” She got a little closer, Erik noticing the flushed look of her skin and the sweat glossing her cleavage.

Hell...Kaylin was a cutie.

Erik has eyes.

He could tell a bad bitch from a mile away, nothing wrong with looking. However, Erik wasn’t touching.

“I might, still got some paperwork to finalize.” Erik kept it short and simple.

“Okay, just saying, I’ll be there. We could get lunch or something. Thai food?”

Erik shrugs, “We can make it takeout for the office.”

A look of disappointment clouded her pretty brown eyes, but that only lasted a second.

“Okay! I’ll see you then. Oh! And your treat.”

Erik waves her away, “I got the money, I don’t mind.”

Erik said his final goodbyes before turning towards the locker rooms, leaving a flustered Kaylin behind.

“Like I said, you got these chicks thirsty” Tre had to add his two cents.

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Finally home, kicking off her Saint Laurent heels in a pretty black and silver, Cyprine lets her hair down, smoothing out the pinned up curls with her fingertips, eyes closed, and a deep sigh escaping her mouth.

Not only did the event go as planned, she also snagged a date with Lorenz Allen, the successful black man and eye candy.

She had tomorrow night to look forward to, but right now preparing herself for Erik’s little get together at his place was her main priority. There was a Golden State game happening and finally, Cyprine would meet his other friends besides Tre who she already knew since him and Erik were the closest. Cyprine pulled a bottle of Hennessy XO from her kitchen liquor cabinet that she wanted to gift to Erik since he hadn’t tried it yet. It had a lovely long after taste of cinnamon and vanilla, fragrant with crystallized fruits, spices, and emanations of old leather. Cyprine knew Erik, he valued his drinks and he enjoyed the craft of mixology since he was a licensed one now.

The high pressure shower cleansed her body and the water droplets pricked her skin in the best way. All that ran through her mind was the date she had to look forward to and its possible outcome.

Men.

They could be an absolute disappointment.

Cyprine was single for a reason, she was tired of giving her all to a man and he gave her the minimal. Cyprine ran her fingers over her curly hair, conditioner working it’s magic to clear away her tangles stroke by stroke. With closed eyes, C.C’s mind wandered to her conversation with Erik about the last time they both had sex. She was reminded once again of the heat she felt, how much she missed calling a nigga ‘Daddy’ and getting her pussy fucked from behind.

That pussy is pure velvet heaven, juicy and succulent.

Man...she missed being praised in bed. She was a brat after all; a brat and a princess. Cyprine misbehaved; frequently too and the overpowering urge to be put in her place with some good dick and a sharp nasty tongue ate her from the inside out. She could feel water filling her mouth, snapping her out of the erotic daze she was in. Cyprine forgot where she was, and she forgot that her mouth was under the shower and not on her knees waiting for a dick to choke her out.

———————————

“Yo! You making the chicken nachos, right?”

Erik smiles faintly, slightly shaking his head as he cut the fresh mozzarella cheese in thin slices, plating it along with the mixed Mexican cheeses.

“Chicken nachos, shrimp nachos, veggie nachos…”

He wiped his fingers on a damp towel, reaching for some cheese to snack on while the sliced chicken breast simmered in the pot.

“Why don’t you make yourself useful nigga and call Jae, Malachi, and Torrey to see if they’re on the way.”

Tre hopped off the counter, walking away with a smart remark that Erik didn’t care to respond to. The game had just started, and the Jaguar Den already had snacks and all the drink essentials. The alone time gave Erik the chance to respond to Kimora’s naughty texts. They’ve been going back and forth never ending with this or that questions, and coming up with sexy scenarios they would like to be apart of. She was silly, fun, alluring, daring, confident, smart, and addicting.

-Tell me you aren’t wearing any underwear.

Sorry lover boy, it’s a thong.

He chuckles, biting his lip while adding a little garlic butter to the chicken.

-what the panties smell like? I bet your pussy smell like lavender oil and rose water right now.

This time around it smells like my homemade blueberry bliss body cream.

-that shit sound like a fruit roll up flavor lol.

LOL—Would you lick a fruit roll up off my pussy?!

-Without a second thought. Prolly taste better than that nasty ass flavored lube.

I’m sure it would, my pussy already sweet and sticky, Erik.

-So since it’s like that I’m making it a fucking command for that pussy to be eaten by me whenever I want it.

That’s cool with me, I like my pussy ate. Make sure you suck on it everywhere…that shit drives me wild.

His teeth dragged over his lip, a low groan vibrating his throat. He could feel the arousal in his fingertips, but it was stronger in his dick. It ran hot over his long stick like electricity to a wire. He felt his phone buzz, forgetting to send a reply back, he was that stuck.

I had my entire pussy covered in peach preserves before. I have these crazy cravings for peaches, so he spread it all over my pussy and sucked it off.

GOTDAMN.

Erik. Calm. Down.

“You good, E?”

Erik whipped his head around a little to harshly, startled by Tre’s unexpected arrival.

“I was until you creeped up on me like that! You know niggas couldn’t do that back at home, right?”

“Nigga I still live in Oakland! You the one that moved out.”

Shaking his head, Erik prayed to himself that the erection he had would go the fuck away.

Think about blood and guts, or fungus.

That always seemed to work, he was good as new.

-Kimora. I’d suck anything from honey, syrup, jelly, sugar, and whipped cream off that motherfucking pussy.

“Guess who showed up?!!”

Cyprine enters the kitchen, curly hair up in a bun, silver hoops in her ears, jeans so tight they looked painted on, and the littlest sweater that would give you a view of her under cleavage if she reached too high.

“Wassup, sexy?” Tre grabs her hand, attempting to kiss it sloppy, C.C pulling away with a repulsed expression before laughing.

“Ew nigga! Keep your mouth to yo self! I don’t know where that shit been!” She rolls her eyes, finally looking at Erik.

“Hey, peanut head, guess what I got?”

Cyprine held up the esteemed cognac bottle, flashing Erik her biggest smile yet.

“I remember you said you wanted to try it so...”

Erik was about to speak, before his phone buzzes.

Text me later, I’m on my way out. This convo is too juicy to neglect.

-Bet, say no more, beautiful.

Putting his phone away, Erik steps towards C.C, kissing her forehead before snatching up the bottle to examine it.  

“I heard good shit about it, Henny shots for every basket golden state make?”

Cyprine scuffs, “nigga you know I need my pineapple juice with this.”

—————————-

Okay.

So Erik hadn’t expected the attention Cyprine was receiving.

Actually...

“Yo, how the fuck you keep all that control?” Jae stood astounded behind the bar with Erik, light brown eyes shocked.

“Control of what?” Erik responded with a confused tone of annoyance.

“Keep from fucking the shit out Cyprine that’s what. Fuck you mean CoNtRoL WhAT?”

“Got more control than you do. You ain't gotta think about fucking every fine ass woman you come in contact with bruh.”

Erik was even shocked with his words. His eyes followed its path towards C.C. She was seated next to Tre, laughing and sipping her third drink so far. Erik could feel the lustful energy radiating from his friends as they looked at Cyprine from head to toe, wanting nothing more than to take turns fucking her.

That thought brought back memories of their early escapades.

Nah, not Cyprine.

Erik would normally be okay with hooking a girl friend of his up with one of his boys, but for some reason he didn’t want to with Cyprine. Erik watches as she takes her tongue to scoop up an ice cube, the pink slippery appendage dripping and mouth making slurping noises.

This wasn’t the first time he’d looked at his friend that way. She wore outfits that showed her beautiful sepia skin, smelled delicious, innocent eyes…

“You sure you got control? I see you focused on that chocolate baddie.”

Erik shakes the thought, going back to mixing Jae’s drink.

Cyprine couldn’t lie to herself and say she didn’t like the eyes on her. Erik had some very handsome friends, she could only imagine the things they used to get into.

“Where you and Erik meet?”

Cyprine turned to Torrey; tall, thick and with a beard against his light brown skin.

“Golden Speed, a friend recommended I go to him for some work.”

“Oh really?” The bravado of his voice made her smile, he really laid it on thick.

“Yeah, he told me to give it a try.”

The look in Torrey’s eyes let her know he was hoping it were a women so he could try his luck.

“I bet y’all were wild back then.” Cyprine states between eating her ice.

All of them minus Erik laughed, sharing knowing glances.

“Shit, we all claimin’ it.” Tre spoke for them.

“Ain’t no way you sticking around for some ‘just friends’ type of shit.”

C.C folds her arms over her chest with sass, “So, what? Erik can’t keep a girl as his friend?”

“You wanna know what happened to the last chick he had as a friend?” Malachi spoke while trying to hide his smile full of a diamond grill.

“Game is on why don’t y’all shut the fuck up and watch.” Erik approaches with his own drink, seating himself on his black recliner chair. He caught the cocoa’s cuties eye, watching her stick her tongue out at him.

“Oh! So you do know then?” all three men laugh, Erik ready to punch ever last of one of them in the face.

“Y’all ready now or later for the rearrangement of y’all wack ass faces,”  His jaw gets tight.

“Last chick, woke him up talking bout I accidentally licked your dick.” Cyprine could laugh. Who would accidentally lick dick anyway? That shit was meant to be loved in a special way.

“How that shit accidental, I don’t know.” Erik finally joins in, laughing.

Cyprine held up a finger, trying to catch her breath.

“OKAY! But what you say though?!”

He simply shrugs with those dimples and dominant brown eyes, “I guess I accidentally fucked her mouth.”

Cyprine couldn’t shake the heat she felt from that.

“And accidentally tore that pussy up.” He drinks from his glass of straight Hennessy XO, licking his lips that Cyprine had to peel her eyes away from.

———————-

“You sleepy yet?”

“Yeah, I am alittle. You should know by now with those drinks.”

Cyprine attempted to clean up, sweeping crumbs from the table. Erik smacked her hand away, earning a yelp from her and a death glare.

“Did you just hit me like I’m some child?!”

“Yeah, and?” He spoke in that calm unbothered tone that drove her crazy.

“You’re infuriating,” Cyprine said that, but she liked when Erik picked on her.

“ What’s up with you and Tre? Y’all was looking real cozy and cuddly”

Cyprine looked at Erik like he sported two heads, mouth opening and closing in shock then lets out a small snort like laugh.

“What?! Boy you crazy. There is nothing going on between me and Tre.”

“You know my nigga want you, right?”

“Not surprised, most men want me.”

She took in that smile he fought to show, the way his eyes would light up and those teeth as white as the porcelain piano keys, blinding her.

“So not only are you-“ Erik puts up air quotes, “that bitch, you can have any nigga you want, huh?”

Cyprine picked up as many dirty glasses as she could, bringing them to Erik’s blacked out bar  with gold trimming to clean.

“Did I stutter?” She bit back at him with those razor sharp teeth like a wild cat. Erik’s dominance screamed to claw back and show her who really had the upper hand, but his body was too tired to entertain it and he had to be up in the morning.

“Watch your mouth,C.C. AYE!” Well, clearly not tired enough.

She paused in between cleaning his glasses.

“Put that shit down, and go to bed. I got this tomorrow.”

Putting her hands up in surrender, she didn’t realize she had a glass still in her hand, dropping it and causing it to break in the sink.

“SHIT!!” She went to reach to clean it, her finger getting cut a little from her rushing.

“Shit, fuck, damnit!” Erik rolled his eyes, letting out the loudest most aggressive groan she had ever heard, she knew then she’d done it.

“What I tell you to do?! Didn’t I say leave the shit alone?!”

Erik stormed over to her, instantly picking up her finger, examining it.

“You like a little girl. Defiant.” Erik picks up a napkin, applying pressure. His jaw went tight with tension, the muscles of his face peeking through and his eyebrows creased so hard he looked damn near evil. Cyprine was speechless, she couldn’t form words or sounds.

“I-I’m sorry, Erik.” She finally spoke out with a quiet tone, the tightness of his grip on her hand almost cutting off her circulation.

“Nigga are you trying to take my damn hand off?!” Erik blinked like he was brought back to reality, letting go of her quickly, the color flooding his face from embarrassment.

“My bad.” He laughs nervously.

“What the fuck was that about? Something you need to tell me Stevens?” She looked at him with curious eyes.

“I-I can be a little forceful, that’s all. Just...I don’t do well with chicks not listening to what I say, then you went and hurt yourself so it kinda made me mad.”

“KINDA?” Cyprine felt like she’d stepped into new territory with Erik. So, not that she didn’t want to make everything about sex, but that entire confession reeked of sex and control.

“You get like this with Kimora?” Erik’s eyes landed on hers, briefly.

“How can I ? I haven’t seen her yet.” Silence settles between them both as Erik walked past her to clean up her mess.

“You wanna know what I think?” Cyprine pushes.

“What?”

“I think you’re afraid of how you feel about her and that you’re avoiding it as much as you can.”

He didn’t respond, just simply cleaned the sink of shards of glass careful not to cut himself in the process.

“As much as y’all talk, I know your dick is probably begging for a release.”

Kissing his teeth, Erik shakes the glass into the trash. She could tell she was getting to him, she could read his posture and the way he fought to ignore her.

“A guy can only jack his dick for so long, Erik.”

“I know that, C.C.” He responds with a curt tone.

“So, maybe have some sex?” She tosses a black rag at him that he catches swiftly with one hand.

“Why is my sex life so interesting to you? I don’t go around asking you to get the pussy beat up.”

“You don’t have to, I know it’s been a while for me. It might happen sooner than later.” She could only imagine what Lorenz was packing.

“Hmph, I wonder who.” Erik cuts his eyes at her, winking suggestively.

“Shut up! Me and Tre are strictly friends, asshole.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

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Eyes opening against fresh white linen that smelled of tropical Tide detergent, Erik lifts his head, rubbing at the dried spit on the side of his face, pads of his fingertips feeling sleep lines along his skin. He checked the time on his phone, noting that it was 9:45 am and he had to be into the office to finalize some paperwork for his engine. As soon as his body fully stretched and lifted from the bed, he could smell sautéed veggies and sausage. That smell made his stomach growl, and the throbbing in his head more painful.

He had a hangover and his mouth felt like cotton from all the drinking him and his friends did the other night. Erik’s body was too tired to clean anything so after the guys left he made his way toward his room. All Erik wanted to do before he filled his stomach with that good smelling food was brush his teeth and whizz. That’s what he gets for staying up in bed until 2 am talking on the phone with his beautiful distraction. Kimora made him go against his word of jerking off, something he’d grown so accustomed to since he first laid eyes on her. Speaking of jerking dicks and erections, his was at full attention and when that weapon was ready for work it was hard to calm himself down. The moment he laid eyes on the dent in his pants, was the moment he thought about their previous conversation over the phone.

I bet you like the tip of your dick sucked on the most. I could do that for you E.

What emotion do you feel most often?

What do you think the perfect kiss feels like? Do you like a lot of tongue or do you like slow soft kisses?

Her voice was so carefree and wild it drove him crazy.

On top of thinking about naughty girl Kimora, there was another brown beauty, t-shirt clad and barefoot cooking in his kitchen

After rinsing his mouth out with mouthwash and scrubbing his face with the African black soap he had gotten from a local all natural apothecary shop, Erik pulled a crisp white tee over his body and a pair of black sweats, because grey sweats wouldn’t do with the way his dick was swinging.

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“Aye.”

Cyprine looked up from her plate with a big sausage omelet, pausing between chewing.

“Morning! Oh, and I cleaned up too by the way, just so you know.” She was rather chipper.

“Pssh, I ain’t even mad at that no more you gon’ do what you wanna do anyway.” Erik noticed the repeated smile on her face.

“Something wrong, lil nigga?” Erik scanned the kitchen, whispering a ‘yes’ at the sight of extras. He had to have a cooked meal for breakfast every single morning and he was thankful of Cyprine crashing in his guest bedroom, too drunk to drive home, and Erik hated when she used to do that shit.

“No, why would it be something wrong and I’m all smiles, Erik?” With a perfectly arched brow, she took a sip of her apple juice, eyes never leaving his.

“Nah, it’s just...you look like you're blushing.”

“And if I am?” She sassed him, giving her usual bratty stare down that had Erik itching to reprimand.

“So it’s a secret then? Cool, you ain’t gotta tell me. Just remember that you’re the only one of my homies that know about Kimora.”

Cyprine couldn’t argue with that, it was definitely true but at the same time she just got a date with Lorenz, she didn’t want to jinx it.

“And I’m glad you told me about her.” Cyprine flashed her pageant worthy smile, focusing back on her food.

“Going into the shop?”

“No, that’s what I got new hires for when I’m busy with other shit.” Erik busied himself with fixing a plate, aware of Cyprine giving him a dirty look because of his smart response.

“So...what the fuck you doing then?”

“Going into the office for some final shit about my engine.”

“You putting one of those in my car, right?” Cyprine looked at Erik sternly, eyes tracking him up and down with a hand on her curvy hip.

“You got a whole new engine so no. Come back in about ten years.”

Flabbergasted, Cyprine’s bright wide eyes almost popped out of her sockets, “Ten years?!”

“Use to be around 8 but with the new and improved tech and service standards the average life expectancy is 200,000 miles or about 10 years.”

Erik always hit her ass with car facts, something she didn’t ask for in the slightest.

“Think of it as me looking out for you and saving your pockets.” Erik winked at her, laughing afterwards in that low pitch tone, almost boy next door-ish.

“Whatever, let me go, I got shit to do.” Cyprine forked the last bit of her omelet, hopping off the stool towards the dishwasher. Erik thought about one of his responsibilities that he agreed on when he saw Kaylin at Champs the other day.

“You know any good Thai food around here? I gotta buy some for the office today.”

Cyprine wipes her hands on a paper towel, “Yeah, try Pailin Thai Cuisine.” Cyprine tried for a winning shot of her balled up paper towel, missing the trash can completely and earning a thumbs down from Erik.

“You know better than to do that in front of me, no game having ass, now pick it up.”

Cyprine gives him the finger before walking to pick up her trash, bending over slightly. Erik had to blink twice, no...three times.

“Uhm…” he says without even realizing, his eyes trained to her hips and his dick knocking at the crotch of his sweats. Cyprine’s shapely round ass was visible to him, not the whole thing but enough to let Erik know that she had nothing on under that T-shirt.

She stared in confusion before something clicked in her brain, her hands reaching for the hem of the shirt with caution, turning away from Erik completely and stepping around the kitchen island.

They just shared an awkward glance, Cyprine searching Erik’s eyes, hoping he would crack a laugh or tease her, saying something along the lines of, you got an ashy ass butt. Nope, nothing at all like that, just unblinking eyes that she couldn’t quite discern.

“So this what we doing now?! Staring until we see who blinks first?!” Cyprine decided to make her exit quickly, unsure of how to react to this version of Erik Stevens.

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“Erik! Welcome back!”

Erik walks in, adjusting his black tie with a simple gold tie cufflink, black slacks, and polished Calvin Klein dress shoes on his feet. The gold Rolex on his right wrist reflected the sun coming from his office window, catching the eyes of Kaylin and making a rainbow on her glasses.

“Didn’t think you were really coming in!” Her light voice could have almost caught him in its web if it weren’t for the image of Cyprines ass in his head, and not to mention the text he got of Kimora’s tits as a good morning present.

“Morning, Kaylin.” He gives her a simple smile, unable to fight the fact that it came with dimples.

“Oh, there’s that money making smile I love,” she winks, giggling afterward with a bounce of her breasts. Erik knew exactly what she was doing. He just KNEW.

“Ever heard of Pailin Thai Cuisine?” Erik removed his gold rimmed reading glasses to wipe them with a simple Kleenex.

“Uh, yes. I eat there often on my lunch break.” Without even asking, Kaylin makes herself comfortable at Erik’s desk. He wanted to question her actions but decided against it since his mind was elsewhere. He could feel this nervous feeling in the pit of his gut, almost like butterflies except it drew heat. He wasn’t sure just yet if it was because of his undeniable attraction to Cyprine, and the thoughts of being with Kimora, but man was he conflicted. And here comes Kaylin, dressed in a nude pencil skirt that showed off the alluring curve of her ass and a pastel blue silk top that stretched over her chest almost ripping at the seams. These women were driving him crazy.

“Let the office know I’m ordering in, it’s a celebration.” Erik opened his desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of champagne.

“Golden Speed is taking off, Kaylin.” He smiles prideful and confident, his eyes on a fidgety Kaylin who couldn’t keep her legs still.

“You good?”

“Yes…” she forcefully smiles, bothered about getting up to walk away after making herself comfortable on the warm suede chair of his office. Turning to leave, Kaylin stopped directly in his doorway.

“Erik.”

The tone of her voice spoke as if she wanted to share something deep.

“Yes?” Erik looked at her over his gold rimmed glasses as he put them back on to study some files.

“Uhm...I just, you know…” she lets out a shaky breath that seemed to lack oxygen, did he really have that much of an affect?

“Kay, if this is about the conference in two days I got it, girl. Don’t worry your pretty self, go manage things.”

“E, I really gotta get this shit off my chest, otherwise it will bother me all day.”

“Close the door, Kaylin, if you need to talk.”

She does, slowly.

“I...you know there is a quiet room where employees can go to take naps and relax in this building, right?” Where was she going with this? Of course Erik knew about it, he’d been in there a few times in the early stages of starting his business when there were at least three meetings a day, each lasting about two hours.

Erik intertwined his fingers against the surface of the desk and scrunched his forehead, “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, you see…” Kaylin looks down at her nude So Kate pumps in a patent leather, “I was wondering if we could take advantage of that.”

Erik swallows spit, almost coughing on it as some reached his windpipe instead. He puts a fist to his mouth to be more discreet.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, I wanna fuck you.”

Oh boy. He reached to pull at his collar, because the buttons there felt like he was choking.

Erik kept his cool, and kept his gaze on her. He could see her caramel skin heat up, nipples hardened, her voluptuous lips lined brown shining with gloss.

“It’s been that way for me. I just want you inside me.”

She lifts the small key to the quiet room, “C’mon. I know you want to. A single man such as yourself…”

Erik didn’t know he read single man. Sure, it was true, but he wouldn’t have guessed he gave off that vibe.

Kaylin toyed with the first button of her top, looking towards him with a pleading look and a swing of the small gold key.

“There’s no denying that you are very beautiful. And yeah, it’s tempting  but I don’t think we should. I’m sure it would be real good, but Kaylin…” Erik trails off.

“I get it! professionalism is most important….” she was saddened, and Erik didn’t want to make her sad, but NO, he didn’t want to fuck Kaylin and complicate things.

“But...can you reconsider?” She was talking to him like she was trying to make him a business offer.

“Sorry, love.” He smiles, trying to lighten the mood which ended up with her smiling faintly. She looked defeated, but her eyes still told him she wasn’t gonna give up so easily.

“Whatever woman has your interest is a lucky one. What I would give to be at your command.”

His hands slightly shook; Erik had to busy himself with moving. Erik adjusted the cup of pens he had, the wireless mouse for his MacBook, his tie, and even the blazer he wore. He prayed that she would leave so he could breath and fight through the temptation. It was difficult to fight off his erection when he normally would have fucked her crazy. Damn, this was the third erection of the day and it hadn’t even started. Finally, the caramel beauty made her exit, closing the door with a soft click.

Throughout the rest of the day, Erik watched from his desk as the office played music and drank champagne. Half empty containers of thai food littered every desk surface. He enjoyed the sights from the open blinds of his office, his own food half eaten and instead of champagne, he had the bottle of Hennessy Cyprine gave him in his briefcase.

A pair of light brown eyes kept a close watch on him from her own cubicle that resides directly in front of his, sipping her champagne, folding and unfolding her legs seductively. Erik noticed she had nothing on under her skirt, just bare shaved pussy lips.

She was still targeting him, even after he turned down her advances, clearly Kaylin didn’t like to be told no.

It was creamy too, all rosy pink on the inside and fat as a bitch. How was it that no one noticed her little show but him?

She turned her chair completely towards his glass window, hiking up one smooth leg and spreading her pussy lips to show him the real mess she had.

“Please? Come taste me.” She mouthed to him.

Erik peeled his eyes away from her exposed slit, tapping his foot. He tried settling for reading emails.

“To Erik Stevens in regards to your interview prep questions…” his eyes looked back at her, failing him, watching her rub her clit and place that same finger into her mouth.

Fuck. He was extremely turned on.

Erik tried another tactic to get rid of the distraction, closing his blinds and blocking the view for good. He lifted from his seat walking to the window, giving her one final look, watching her tease him with a smile and a scorching look in her eyes before closing the blinds, letting out a shaky breath. His phone buzzed in his pocket, Thank GOD.

It was a call from his Oakland Auto Shop.

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“You, Cyprine, are one beautiful goddess.”

The extremely low cleavage, high slit evening dress in an eye piercing white hugged her luscious curves tightly, wasting no time with letting everyone around her know she was the shit, and her body was the shit.

She wore her long curly 4A hair in an effortless bush that framed her beautiful face. Gold Cartier bracelets decorated her wrist, with simple round cut diamond stud earrings with 14k yellow gold.

Lorenz wore a pair of Ralph Lauren navy blue slacks with a black belt, a cream colored dress shirt that hugged his able-bodied frame and a new model yellow gold and diamonds Rolex on his right wrist, and polished Saint Laurent dress shoes on his feet.

Cyprine couldn’t help but to blush at those words, he could keep saying things like that all night and he just might get lucky.

“I’m impressed as well, Lorenz. You look amazing.”

Lorenz gave her a soft smile with his high cheekbones.

“I figured you would like the look, I wore it especially for you.”

Cyprine bit her lip slightly, playing with a strand of curly hair with her eyes focused on the five star restaurant he was taking her to. Supposedly, a friend recommended it to him, so it would be his first time trying as well. There was valet, so Lorenz handed one of them the keys to his McLadden and proceeded to escort Cyprine into the romantic eating establishment settled on Melrose Ave.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you the reservation list is so full, the only dates available are around thanksgiving.” He chuckles in a snarky manner.

“So, how did you snag a reservation then?”

“Chef Michael Cimarusti is a friend of the friend who recommended me, he catered her wedding.”

Approaching the hostess station, Lorenz and Cyprine were greeted with a Paris Hilton look alike that moved and spoke like she was the talk of Hollywood.

“Hi, I’m Blair, welcome to Providence, the innovative seafood destination in a tranquil setting, can I have a name for a reservation, please?”

“Lorenz Allen, friend of Michael.”

The look in Blair’s eyes showed scrutiny, but nonetheless, she looked anyway. Cyprine rolled her eyes at the stereotypical reaction white people give about black people being able to afford to eat at places like this.

“Aha! I see, the Chef personally made a notation about you, why don’t you follow me this way. Would you like to eat out in the garden or inside with candle light?”

Cyprine loved the idea of sitting in a garden to eat dinner, it was romantic.

“ The garden would-“

“We’ll take the inside table with the candle light.”

Cyprines lips snapped shut in an instant, her head turning towards Lorenz, visibly confused at his sudden outburst and clear disapproval of wanting to eat in the garden.

“You don’t like gardens?”

“You see these shoes, right? Not cheap, ran me 730 dollars. Ain’t no fertilizer messing these shoes up.”

Cyprine blinked at him like he was speaking insanely, deciding not to speak on that.

“Okay, right this way.” Following Blair, Lorenz brings a single arm around Cyprines waist to lead her along the way, giving her a heart fluttering smile, causing her to return the same.

Finally seated, Cyprine takes in the atmosphere of the upscale eatery, impressed so far by the interior design and the smells that made her mouth water. The toasted vanilla votive candles give light to the seductively dim restaurant, tables draped in ivory colored tablecloths, some decorated with candles and others with an assortment of roses. Lorenz ordered a bottle of aged red wine, the oldest bottle they had. Cyprine wanted to object, but Blair had already gone away.

“I’m not really a fan of red wine, they don’t have any Moscato wine, sangrias?”

“Cyprine, gorgeous, why not be open minded? You’ll be surprised, you may enjoy it.”

She laughs lightly, “I doubt that. Do you think they may have Hennessy?”

Lorenz doesn’t respond with words, only a single brow lift and a look of disapproval.

“You didn’t peg me as a Henny drinker. Let me guess, you twerk any and everywhere too?”

What a change of energy.

“What’s wrong with that?! It’s all in good fun, Lorenz. You can’t sit here and tell me you don’t have fun.”

“I’m more of a yacht club kind of guy, sitting with old valedictorian friends, reminiscing on college days, smoking cigars.” Cyprine knew Lorenz had expensive friends, but she didn’t think he was one of those uptight types. That threw her for a complete loop, she didn’t get that vibe  from him at all. Now she was unsure of how this night would play out. A young Asian guy who looked to be in his early twenties approaches their table with a perfect posture and a faint smile.

“I am Ethan, I will be your waiter this evening. Here is the red wine you requested Sir, the oldest we had dates back to 1977.” Cyprine felt herself cringe.

“I’m sorry, Ethan, is there a way I could get a glass of white wine instead?”

Ethan smiles, “yes, of course, I will bring a bottle to the table for you.” As Ethan makes his exit, Lorenz chimes in.

“Why’d you do that?” He seemed annoyed.

“Look, you’re taking me on a date, right? So, I would think that means being a gentleman and wanting to understand my likes and dislikes.” The bitter tone in her words didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did a new wave of irritation coming off Lorenz. Had Cyprine been wrong about accepting this date? Clearly it seemed looks weren’t enough.

“Let me look over this menu.” Lorenz decided not to give his opinion on her words, and Cyprine thought it best he didn’t. As Lorenz looked over the prices, Cyprine sipped her white wine, studying his face. The handsome features contorted with distaste.

“These prices are ridiculously high.” Lorenz closes the menu, Cyprines eyes growing a fraction.

“I’ll order us the broiled Caviar with shrimp cocktail.”

Cyprine didn’t speak, she just drank her wine and filled the glass whenever it was half full. Whatever white wine it was, she could feel an instant buzz already and it put her in a better disposition.

“What was it like growing up in LA, Lorenz?” She figured small talk would lighten the mood.

“I grew up in Arizona, I’m an Army brat.”

“Wow, how was that? Moving from place to place and what not.”

“Okay I guess. Had to deal with it, no other choice when you had to do what your parents wanted you to do.” Cyprine could agree with that.

“For me, I grew up here in Cali. My childhood was fairly great, both of my parents raised me, participated in a lot of extra curricular activities like dance, Taekwondo. I enjoyed my school days too, hanging with my girls, getting into shit.”

Lorenz gave a hum of approval, but no feedback so the topic went dry. They both sat in silence until Ethan came, Lorenz ordering the appetizers. Pouring another glass of wine, she was already tipsy, but the wine was so good.

“How many glasses have you had?” Lorenz asks with a raised brow.

“Honestly, I couldn’t tell you.” Cyprine giggles.

Lorenz scanned the restaurant, noticing eyes on them.

“Hey, maybe you should lay off a little. I don’t need for these people to worry about what’s going on over here.”

Cyprine wasn’t drunk, she could hear the disapproval in his tone.

“Oh, and I ordered you the Santa Barbara Spot Prawn, it’s in my price range and I think you may like it.”

“Excuse me? I wanted to try the wild thai shrimp with salmon.”

“Cyprine, bare with me.” Lorenz puts up a hand to her, and Cyprine didn’t take too well to that shit at all.

“Lorenz, I don’t do all the disrespect. Don’t raise your hand to silence me like a child I’m a grown ass women.”

He chuckles, clearly unfazed.

“If you so grown, then why do I have to tell you to put the glass down? You're drinking like a fish and it’s not appealing.”

She felt like she’d been slapped in the face.

“You are really showing your true colors tonight,” Cyprine adds more wine to her glass, laughing to calm her nerves.

“What true colors, Cyprine? Enlighten me.” He spoke low and discreet as to not draw attention.

“You’re cheap, but yet you bring me to a five star restaurant and talk about yacht clubs and fancy college friends clearly to impress me. You don’t let me speak or think for myself, you just assume shit about me when you don’t even know me. Speaking of knowing me, you don’t care to do that either. And let’s not forget the drinking, if I wanna take this bottle to the head I will, I don’t give a fuck what these white people think, I know who I am.” She downs the drink, licking at her lips.

“I mean, is this even a date or do you just expect me to go back to your expensive place and have sex with you?”

Lorenz folds his arms over his broad chest, giving her a look that could only be shared if two individuals were on the same page.

“Isn’t that what this is? You hardly ever spoke to me, just looked at me like fresh meat. And you knew the way I looked at you, Cyprine. Did I expect sex after this, yes. Am I proven wrong, obviously.” Lorenz leans in closer, those eyes she once saw as dreamy were now nothing but pits of tarnished mud.

“Sorry, babygirl, But I think I should make my exit. I can’t stand a black woman with an attitude and no table manners.”  A beat and a breath passed between them and then the entire glass of his chosen aged red wine was spilled, covering his entire chest and staining that fresh cream colored shirt he wore. He was shell shocked, eyes wide and unbelieving that she actually poured a drink on him. The gasps and comments could be heard faintly, but Cyprine didn’t care. Lifting her own glass to her full perfectly glossed lips with a look of aloof mischief in her sparkling eyes.

“I’m sorry babe. My hand just slipped. I hope that outfit wasn't expensive.”

“You know, I feel sorry for the next man. You are truly a piece of work Cyprine, now you’re about to eat alone.”

“Oh good I can order the shrimp and salmon.”

He lifts up angrily from his chair, wiping his face with his white napkin, storming past her with the faint sound of ‘bitch’ escaping his mouth.

Cyprine could feel the embarrassment creeping up on her, but no, she wasn’t gonna give these people the satisfaction of seeing her down.

“Well, there goes another failed attempt down the drain.” Cyprine laughs to herself, motioning for an apprehensive Ethan to come over to her table and get her another round of drinks and new order of food, she had the money to spend on it.

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KNOCK KNOCK

So much for his personal smoking session. He had just gotten finished eating some homemade pho, and currently he was seated in his living room, on the couch facing the LA cityscape. His laptop was untouched for the past hour, even though he told himself he would send out emails to the board of his company about the conference they had to do. It was A LOT OF PRESSURE for him, spotlights, press, presentations. Erik strained his ears, hearing small whimpers from outside of his door. He recognized those whimpers, but why the fuck is she here around almost 12am?

Cyprine.

“What the fuck?” Erik mouths to himself, he had on no shirt and just a pair of royal blue basketball shorts, black nike socks, and his signature gold chain with his father's ring around his neck. The closer he approached the foyer, the louder her complaints became.

“ERIK!!!! Pleassssseeee open the fucking door! I’m PISSED OFF!”Her words slurred a little, and from that point Erik knew she drove all the way to his place drunk out of her mind. He fumbled with the locks, finally getting it open and with quick reflexes, catching Cyprines falling body into his arms.

“What the hell?! What the fuck are you doing drunk driving Cyprine?!” Her body was almost like dead weight on him, her white dress sliding from her shoulders, feet unsteady, and eyes hazy.

“CYPRINE!” Erik shakes her a little, causing her to open her eyes wider at his elevated tone.

“Hello?!! Can’t fucking hear?!” He was pissed.

“I’m sorry I went alittle heavy on the liquor.”

“ALITTLE?!”

“Aye nigga stop yelling. Gon bust my eardrums. So this nigga did me foul! He fucking left me at the dinner table ALONE E! Fucking alone!” She punched at the wall, leaning against it as she walked further into his apartment. Erik follows, eyes piercing.

“I thought it would be a good idea to go out with a nice man, get wined and dined. Maybe get some dick you know?!” She bends down languidly to peel off her strappy red bottomed heels, fingers fumbling with the simple buckles and kicking them off. Rising from her bent position, she put her hands up with an exasperated puff of air.

“I need another fucking drink.”

“No the fuck you don’t!  You need water. And what you mean left you at the table? You went on a date or some shit?”

She simply nods her head, eyelids fluttering slowly.

“...wasn’t gonna tell me you and Tre-“

She groans, hands over her face.

“Not with Tre! With this cheap ass nigga name Lorenz!”

Erik strokes his chin hair, slowly settling down on the couch across from her.

“Lorenz? Lorenz what?”

“Lorenz Allen. A bitch ass nigga.”

Erik pinches the bridge of his nose, taking meditating breaths.

“I could have warned you about him girl if you would have told me what the fuck was going on!”

Cyprine looked over at Erik from her drunk stupor,

“What you mean?!”

“I MEAN, that nigga is lame. He ain’t the one to fuck wit, C, I know him through some people, nigga is straight trash.”

Cyprine pouts, hugging a pillow, “doesn’t do me good now, Erik!”

“I told you about Kimora! How I felt and shit and you couldn’t tell me this?! Why the fuck not?”

Her voice cracked with anger, “I wanted to see if this would work out before I did that! And now I’m glad I didn’t do that, I would be even MORE messed up.”

Erik shakes his head, eyes dangerously low and angry.

“Still don’t give you the right to keep that shit from me.”

“Damn nigga chill out! I don’t owe you shit.” She whines.

“Shut the fuck up. You out here drinking and fucking driving-“

“I didn’t drive, I got an Uber over.”

Erik could have yanked her up. He practically hollered at this chick for her to tell him that?

“So, you mean to tell me...you got a ride, and made me think you were out here cruising drunk?”

Cyprine rolls her eyes, “You the silly ass nigga that assumed. But you not my daddy! I can do what the hell I want so why does it matter?”

Erik wasn’t having that, the glare he sent her was shuttering.

“You better watch that little mouth. Why don’t you take your ass somewhere and get some sleep,” as soon as he stood up, she followed.

“No,” folding her arms, Cyprine battles with Erik, keeping eye contact.

“No? See...” Erik steps closer, looking down at her.

“Cyprine, I ain’t got time for your bratty ass. I don’t wanna have to put you in your place, you already fucked up my quiet.”

“You and your quiet will be alright nigga.”

It has to be the alcohol talking, the way she challenged him with those eyes and that stance. She looked flustered and sexy and Erik felt like he was fighting to keep it together.

“I’ll make my way to that fucking basement. I need another drink to ease my mind and cleanse my soul of bumb nigga energy.” Before she could walk away, Erik had her arm in his firm grip, pulling back against him with so much force it damn near knocked the glass coffee table down.

The rush he felt from that had his mind swirling. All the hugs he received from Cyprine was nothing compared to the way her body was pressed against his, dress half way off her chocolate frame, eyes glossy. He was turned on so heavy, there wasn’t a damn thing that could ruin this mood, not even that fucking weed he was just smoking.

“E...let go.” She spoke through clenched teeth.

Cyprines eyes fluttered, conflict within her orbs.

“I came here for support and all you tryna do is act like my damn daddy!”

What the hell was going on? That primal look in his eyes was all too familiar in men. Was it…

“When I tell you to do something, what you do?” He spoke softer. She didn’t respond, and she didn’t want to.

“Cyprine...I said,” his hand came to her hip, she couldn’t breathe anymore, fuck being drunk she needed oxygen to fill her lungs.

“What you do?”

She swallows spit, “do it.”

Those two words, the energy it took to SPEAK them. The blaze behind them, the force that it placed on her aching body. Her pussy throbbed, her legs quaked, her breathing was uneven, she felt like she was undergoing vertigo.

“Good girl, now, is that hard, babygirl?”

“What happened to calling me lil nigga?”

He laughs, “you don’t get to be called lil nigga right now with the way you acting.”

Erik was definitely inviting her into this confusing game. She wasn’t sure where to go, her head pounded and her limbs felt like cement blocks were holding them in place.

“Now, I’m putting you in the bath and then you laying that ass down.”

“A bath?!” She gave him a wide eyed look of shock, Erik’s expression so passive and unfazed. Erik pulls Cyprine by her arm and up the steps; silent and nerve wracking. She wanted him to say ‘gotcha’ anything, it gave her butterflies.

“Listen, nigga, I can take it from here-Ahhh!” She felt his hand come down on her ass and it went straight to her pussy. Wasn’t no way she would speak after that, what in the hell came over this man, the very man who just 24 hours ago treated her like one of the homies. Erik gave her a look that dared her to talk, and she didn’t. The trip to the bathroom was quick, Erik sitting her on the toilet while he set up the bath. She wanted to say something ANYTHING to him, but he was in the zone.

“What you doin? You can’t take a bath with clothes on can you?”

“E…”

“What? Am I right or wrong, girl?”

Cyprine looked from her dress to him. Her stomach felt queasy, her heart damn near left her chest. His scent made her nose burn every time she inhaled and his unrelenting eyes had a powerful hold on her. She noticed the bulge in his shorts, and clearly as visible as it was he knew she would notice. Cyprine was a little hesitant in front of him because she didn’t know what to expect from Erik.

“The longer you sit there, the colder this water is gonna be.”

She began undressing, her eyes focused on him, waiting for the April fools, but nothing came...well, except for the deep grunt he made from watching her strip naked. She was mind blown, felt like a rocket had been set off in her head. She wanted an explanation, and she wanted it FAST.

“Now, come on and get in this tub before I beat yo ass.”

Without any resistance, the naked woman gently eased herself into the deliciously hot water. It felt so good when she sat down that she almost groaned. Erik proceeded to get down on his knees and reached under the sink, pulling out a pack of the makeup remover wipes she usually buys that she didn't remember ever leaving there. It was clearly a brand new pack that had never been open cause he used some force to get it open before pulling a fresh piece to gently wipe off the makeup on her face. It took two wipes to get her down to a bare face and then he took her hair in hand, separated it into two sections, combing through with his fingers as much as he could without hurting her and braided them into pigtails. She didn't even know he could do that. He grabbed a clean white hand towel and wiped Cyprine’s face again to get it completely  clean and followed with a baby blue loofah and some lavender castile soap to wash her body. Once he was satisfied, he let out the water and wrapped her petite frame in a fluffy towel. He took her hand in his, helping her out of the tub and patted down the water on her skin. He massaged some african shea butter into her skin while she stood in front of him. After she was moisturized, he carried her bridal style, cradled against his pebbled chest and gently sat her down at the foot of the plush bed.

“Stay here lil one. Ima go get you something to sleep in and warm ya feet.”

With that, he popped out the room leaving Cyprine to fidget about on the black velvet king sized bed. She felt hot all over and the more she sat, the more the anticipation escalated. Cyprine was practically exposed sitting on the bed within his guest bedroom. Hell, she could sleep naked from how horny she felt, fuck clothes.  After all of this that transpired so damn quickly, would Erik want to do more? Would he slip in between the black bamboo Lyocell bedding that has a silky smooth and feathery soft texture? Would he wake her up from her slumber with his hand between her legs, fingering her to climax while she bucked her hips? Does he prefer to keep the lights off? Only hearing his breathing and her pussy sucking his fingers in and out of her like a vacuum.

Cyprine should have known.

A man who’d been without sex for five months straight, constantly horny, blue balls often, a build up of nasty thoughts that he wanted to reenact in his own bed. As if feeling his eyes on her, Cyprine lifts her head towards the doorway, watching as his henched frame glowed from the small lamp light on the nightstand. Cyprine’s eyes watched in a different way this time and she remained quiet too, waiting to see what would happen next, this game was exciting.

“I hope you don’t mind this old Navy training T-shirt, it’s a little faded. And here’s some socks too to keep your pretty feet warm.”

She responded in a softly spoken tone, “it’s fine, E, I’m just sleeping.”

He chuckles before that smoky voice lulled her, “Aight, little one.”

Erik walks toward her, finally reaching her personal space and kneeling down in front of her, meeting her eye level. With steady and skillful hands, eyes on her like what resided from her shoulders down wasn’t completely exposed. She could smell the shea on her skin, and she could feel her nipples grown and stiffen. Erik gathered the shirt, placing it over her head.

“Put your arms through.”

She lifts her arms through the sleeves, the smell of his fresh shirt soothing her. It had a smell of old cologne and fabric softener. As if teasing her, Erik lowers the shirt down, his eyes never leaving hers until the shirt settled at the top of her thighs like a dress.

“Lay back.” She did, until her weight rested on her elbows.

“Give me your feet.”

Her smooth pretty feet stretched out in front of him and one by one Erik placed the socks on her feet while staring at her toes longingly. Oh she liked that, she liked that he was mesmerized by her pretty toes. Erik lifts from the floor, crawling onto the bed, before settling next to her. Cyprine felt herself exhale as she watched him watch her.

“Since your settled in bed, Cyprine, let me tell yo ass once. You too good to set yourself up like that. Fuck niggas don’t deserve your time, believe me, I know a lot of fuck niggas and Lorenz is one of them.”

She could have melted in his arms, she didn’t know how she could do it for so long, be around him and not be swept off her feet. He was definitely a charmer.

“Aye, look at me while I’m talking to you, not my lips.”

With a honeyed voice, she says, “but your lips are moving, which means your talking, right?” Cyprine was being sassy.

Erik shifted on the bed, pausing for effect.

“I need eye contact.” He spoke in a gruff tone.

He looked her up and down, smiling at her, “You cute, but save that little voice you talking wit,”

“Why?” Cyprine wanted to push him, see how far he would go. They came all this way might as well see.

“Don’t worry about all that,” Erik hooks his hands under her arms, pulling her up and onto one of the silk pillows, pulling the bedding out for her to slip in. With a smooth, slow kiss to the forehead, Erik lifts from the bed, walking away like he always did on those regular nights when Cyprine was drunk or all too tired to walk on her own two feet.

Walking out that room was a challenge, his stiff dick resting against his thigh from the thin material of his shorts and he could also feel the precum stain his thigh. Erik needed to meditate, take another shower maybe and sit on his shower chair; just think. That interaction was all it took, he needed his dick sucked and fucked on right now, it’s been too damn long. Erik turned, hand on her door knob, ready to risk it all and get what he so desperately needed, maybe even doing her a favor; non accidentally.

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[turtlepated]

Getting to Know Me!

Tagged by @imtherain

Name: Pate! Zodiac Sign: Scorpio. So I’m mysterious and sexy and alluring. *sneezes and knocks self out on kitchen cabinet* Height: 5’7 ½ Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff (Badger pride!) Last Thing I Googled: who tf is Varvara in the Hellboy comics Favorite Musicians: I refuse to apologize for my terrible taste in music. I like Breaking Benjamin, Florence + the Machine, Barns Courtney, X Ambassadors, Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness, the Black Keys, Death Cab for Cutie. TBH I could make a whole post of just my totally random music collection. Taste: Taste taste, I like sweet and savory and salty best. In specific scenarios I’ll put a hurting on a bottle of hot sauce. Song Stuck in my Head: From the Grave by James Arthur Following: 188 Followers: 837 Wow! Do You Get Asks: eh, every now and then unless Tumblr is eating them Hours of Sleep: 8, more when I can get it Lucky Number: Ä Wearing: my oversized beat to hell night shirt Dream Job: Fantasy novelist living in a decommissioned lighthouse in the San Juan islands. Dream Trip: I’d love to go to the UK and see England and Scotland and Ireland and Wales. Instrument: I can whistle but not very well and only if I’m breathing in Language: English, though in HS I took Spanish and ASL. Only conversational in English, barely Favorite Song: It changes constantly but I do have a list of all time favs: currently it’s Kings and Queens by 30 Seconds to Mars Random Fact: One time when I worked at a department store I ended up giving a pat-down to a Homeland Security officer Aesthetic: Sherpa throws, fake succulents (so I can’t kill them), overstuffed bookshelves, cluttered spice cabinet, tacky costume jewelry, fairy lights and Edison bulbs, CAT HAIR CAT HAIR EVERYWHERE Gender: Female Favorite Animals: love my kitter (and every single one of her cousins both domestic and otherwise), love dogs (especially big boofer dogs) love owls and seals Number of Blankets: It hit 100 degrees four days in a row last week. I’m down to a flat sheet and a thin comforter, and even then I keep two fans going at all times Where I’m From: South Carolina When I Created This Blog: ummmm 2011 I think? Why I Created It: I grayfaced with a bunch of awesome TMNT blogs so I finally made a blog so I could play too!

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[angel-writer]

The Significance of Herbs

Pairing: Castiel x Witch!Reader

Word Count: 1,430

Warnings: None!

Summary: Castiel helps the reader with a spell and he asks about one of the plant’s meanings.

Link to: Part 2

A/N: Second Story to ever post! Yay! Hope ya’ll like it!

Also, Gif below is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

It was just another day in the bunker. Sam and Dean were doing research for a case. They had been having trouble figuring out a way to stop the creature terrorizing a nearby town.

Luckily, they read that this particular monster can be cured using magic. Usually, they would be scouring the books themselves for the spell, but this time, they had you.

You had met the Winchesters a few months earlier. At first they were skeptical about having a witch in their team, but soon they warmed up to you and couldn’t be more grateful to have you on the team.

Currently, You and Castiel were in the kitchen finishing up making lunch for everyone. You were making PB&J sandwiches, by request of Castiel.

You grab two of the sandwiches and Cas grabs the other as well as a party-size bag of chips. You both go back into the library, setting everything down on the table.

“Lunch is ready!” You say, sliding a plate to either brother.

“Finally..” Dean says while grabbing his sandwich and instantly taking a bite, “Mmm, Thank you..” He mumbles through crumbs.

You let out a laugh and sit down in your chair, taking your plate.  

“Thank you, Y/N and Cas.” Sam says, pulling his plate to him.

“You’re welcome. You guys find anything new for the case?” You ask.

“Yes, actually we’re gonna need some help from you.” Sam says.

“Oh really? What do you need me to do?” You ask, setting down your sandwich.

Sam shuffled through his papers, “We found a spell that should work, but it requires an experience witch to prepare.”

You smile haughtily, “Ah, so I’m an experienced witch, huh?”

You playfully lean back in your chair and smirk. Sam smiles back and laughs.

After everyone finishes eating, you stand up and stretch. You toss your paper plate into the small waste basket by the table.

“Well, I guess I’m going to start working on that potion for you guys.”

“Alright, we’ll be in here. Thanks again, Y/N.”

“Would you like some help?” You hear Cas say as he stands up.

You smile, “Sure.”

Castiel, the heart-throb angel disguised as a naive little cutie. Ever since you met him, not only was your spiritual world expanded, but you fell for him, hard.

What wasn’t there to like about him? He’s kind-hearted and sweet, but also a warrior who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. He was the ultimate package.

You two had easily became friends. He taught you things about heaven and angels while you taught him about magic and spells. He’s always intrigued by your work and loves to help when he can. You were always happy to show him your trade.

You both walk into your designated workroom where you had all of your trinkets and goodies. You had everything from crystals and runes to herbs and oils. You loved your space, it calmed you and made you feel safe, especially when Castiel was there too.

You pull a bowl out from one of the cabinets and set it on your work table. You look at the spell Sam had written on the paper for you. It seemed easy enough.

“Cas, could you grab the ground turmeric from the shelf up there please?” You ask, pointing up at the spice cabinet.

“Of course.” He replies and goes over to get it.

You grab your scissors and snip off a piece of catnip from the live plant growing on the counter. You set it on the table by the bowl.

You then go over to another shelf.  You begin scanning over the bottles.

“Where did I put my sandalwood oil..” You mutter as you search.

“I believe it’s up here.” Cas says from behind you.

He reaches over you, pressing his body to yours as he grabs the glass bottle. He brings it down and hands it to you. You blush as you take the vial from him.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You finish collecting your items and you both begin the process of forming the elixir. You set the bowl in front of you and open the oil.

You pour in the required amount and set the bottle aside. You move your hands over the oil and say the first bit of the spell.

Next, You take the turmeric and sprinkle some over the oil. Then, pluck pieces of catnip off the branch and drop it in.

You reach for the final ingredients and place almost all of them into the bowl. You look over at Cas.

“You can help me with this part if you’d like.”

“I would love to.”

“When I take your hand, you just say these words here.” You say, pointing to the paper.

He nods, “Alright, I believe I can do that.”

You take the final ingredient, crumbled stone, and hold it over the bowl. You then reach over and take Castiel’s hand.

Then, together you both begin to recite the spell while you crumble the dust in. Your voices meld together in perfect harmony as you chant out the main part of the spell. The bowl glows a soft green before fading away. After it’s done, you dust your hands off and look over to Cas.

“Now all we need to do is strain it and place it into a jar for the Winchesters.”

As you clean up, you decide to water your plants too. You pour the clear liquid over your basil and rosemary. You can’t help but hum in happiness. Happy plants makes for a happy witch.

“What is the significance of each herb?” Castiel asks from behind you.

You finish up watering your plants and set the watering tin aside. You dry your hands as you turn to Cas.

“Well, they have multiple meanings usually. Did you have one in particular on your mind?” You ask.

He thinks for a moment before replying, “What about lavender?”

“Lavender. Well, it’s used to aid in rest and peacefulness. It’s also often used to attract love and promote happiness.” You reply.

Castiel’s eyes sparkle as he listens to you speak about the plant in question. He nods thoughtfully.

“Thank you, that’s very useful.”

You can’t help but giggle, “You’re welcome, Cas.”

It’s been a few days since you and Castiel made the spell for the Winchesters. It had worked perfectly, the town was saved and everyone came home safe.

You were currently reading in the library when you hear footsteps enter the room. You look up and see Castiel standing there with his hand behind his back.

“Hey Cas.” You greet.

“Uh, Hello Y/N. I have something for you.” He says.

You smile, “Oh? What is it?”

He brings his arm from behind him and reveals a bouquet of lavender flowers. They were beautifully arranged and tied together with a pastel pink ribbon.

“I picked them myself.” He says.

You stand and take them from him, giving them a smell.

“They’re beautiful, Castiel. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like them.” He says.

You look up at him happily. He swallows and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Is something wrong, Cas?” You ask, your joy fading into concern.

His eyes widen, “No! I..just needed to ask you something..”

You nod and look at him, still a bit concerned about what was going on.

“I hope that the lavender has attracted your attention to me..because I would like to take you out sometime..” Cas says, shyly looking up at you.

It takes you a moment to register what he had said, but soon you’re all smiles.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Castiel?” You ask.

“Well, Uh, If you want...Yes.” He nods.

You smile and reply, “I would love to go on a date with you, Castiel.”

“Did the lavender work?” He asks.

You let out a laugh, “You didn’t need lavender to ask me out on a date, Cas.”

“Really?”

“No, of course not. I’ve held feelings for you for awhile now..” You say, a light blush warming your cheeks.

It’s his turn to smile now.

“I know that the kiss is suppose to happen after the date, but I would like to kiss you now if I could..” he says.

You laugh again, “I’m okay with that.”

Castiel leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. He places his hand on your cheek and pulls you closer. You move in with him, savoring the moment.

When you both pull away, Castiel says, “I can’t wait until our date.”

[corruptedpoltergeist]

Flourishing Happiness

Characters: Reader, Jihyun Kim

Summary: You decide to invite Jihyun over for a Christmas dinner.

Pairing: Jihyun x Reader

Word Count: 2259

Warnings: terribly written fluff, I’m not a fluff person so this was a personal challenge since it was out of my comfort zone, but Jihyun needs some love!

The holidays were a time of cheer, a time of joy, presents and gifts, beautiful decorations, and most importantly, it was a time for gathering around delicious, homemade food.

There are families that have traditional foods passed down from generation to generation while others cook up a feast that’s never forgotten. It was this sort of situation that V found himself in. Even though his eyesight wasn’t as strong as it used to be, he couldn’t deny the fact that whatever it was you were cooking made his mouth water.

Twas the night of Christmas Eve, and while the cyan-haired male would have spent his night at home reminiscing on past Christmases, your phone call was what brought him over. The two of you had grown fond of each other, your sunny attitude brightening up his mornings with your calls when you check in on him. You were always active in the chat rooms, especially when you knew Jihyun was on.

Cute selfies of you in the kitchen making a mess, selfies in the park, practically anything worth taking a picture of, you’d send to the group. And in all your selfies, you always showed off a cute, dorky smile that made even Jumin smile.

It wasn’t just your appearance that Jihyun found attractive about you; it was you in general. Sure, you were as beautiful as Zen was handsome, but what he first noticed about you was that you were very straightforward about your thoughts. You were more optimistic than pessimistic, which helped create a lot of good memories in the RFA’s worst times. The positivity that you have spread like wildfire among the members anytime you appeared. Each person adored you and enjoyed being in your presence, whether it be in the virtual world or in person.

Jihyun savored every moment he had to spend time with you. There was always a soft and gentle smile spread across his lips whenever you two were spending time together, like now.

Knowing that Jihyun wasn’t going anywhere for the holidays, you invited him over to your place, the little apartment that used to belong to his ex-fiancee. But with how you redecorated the place, it looked like a completely different place. There was the new wallpaper on all the walls of the apartment, the cabinets repainted, couches and rugs placed in different areas, the old workplace now much larger because of the rearrangements you did. He had to admit, you were amazing with seeing the bigger image of things, and it was just one of the things that made you special.

Currently, you were making Jihyun put a blindfold on while you set the table. And he didn’t really know why.

“But (Y/N)... What’s the use of the blindfold? Shouldn’t I see the food before I eat it?”

A giggle escaped you as you placed the main course down in the middle of the table, replying in a cheeky tone that made Jihyun smile even more. “But what’s the fun in that? You have to guess what I made using only your sense of smell and taste~” Did he ever mention how he found it quite adorable that you made the simplest things into fun games that he enjoyed joining in on?

“Well, I’m sure whatever it is, it’ll be delicious, dear.”

“Uh-uh, you’re not getting out of this one, mister!” With a chuckle from both ends of the room, Jihyun stood up just as you approached him and took his hands in yours, the delicate touch of your fingers curling around his made his heart skip a beat as he followed your lead. He didn’t even know what you were wearing since you’d insisted it be a surprise along with what you had made.

“Okay, Jihyun~ Just a little more… Alright, now sit down. The chair is right behind you.” He did as instructed, slowly sitting down on the chair. You released his hands then went to push his chair in, carefully tucking him in close to the table. You then went around and took your seat adjacent from him.

There was the sound of clicking and clacking for a moment before Jihyun heard your voice again. “Kay then. There’s a plate in front of you right now. Eh, well, it’s more like a small bowl. The food in it is cold, so don’t worry about burning your tongue. Spoon is by your right hand and fork is next to it. Knife by your left. Pick up the spoon and start tasting!”

With a soft chuckle, Jihyun felt around for his spoon before he felt for the bowl, making sure his spoon got a portion of the contents of the bowl. He ate the small amount of food in his spoon then hummed in delight. There was a hint of sweetness to the tangy taste in his mouth, a creamy texture among the small particles in his mouth. He chewed the food before swallowing it, grinning a little as he spoke. “Crunchy… This is a type of salad right? I’m sure I tasted cabbage.”

“Mhmm~ What else?”

“Hmm… Carrots and a type of sauce too… I’ve never had this before. It’s not Korean.”

Another cheeky giggle from you. “Yup! It’s an American favorite. It’s called coleslaw!”

“Mmm… It’s very good. The sweetness with the sour and tart-like taste was an excellent combination.”

“Glad you like it!” You replied as he took another few spoons before speaking again. “It was delicious, (Y/N). I’m almost too excited to find out what’s next.”

“Well, as long as you’re good with it, I’ll keep the food coming!” Another clacking of utensils against china plates and then the sound of shuffling could be heard as you switched his plate of coleslaw out with something else. “Okay, this one is kinda hot, but I let it cool down a little before bringing you over. I’ve already cut it up for you so you just need a fork for this.”

Jihyun felt around for the fork then directed his hand to the plate. You helped him stab the fork into a piece of the food before him, then watched as he brought the fork up to his mouth, eating the portion of the delicacy you made. Immediately, Jihyun let out a moan of utmost satisfaction. “Goodness, (Y/N), this is amazing,” he said between chewing and swallowing, causing your lips to curl upwards widely, trying your best to contain your joy as he tried to describe the food.“It’s definitely chicken. Juicy and sour, so lemons… I did get a hint of spice in my mouth, so maybe something like paprika, red pepper, or cayenne pepper? Mmm…. I don’t know, there was a really tasty flavor that I didn’t get enough of. It smells really good.”

Jihyun was really good at this. In fact, he was halfway right; you made an oven-roast chicken with lemon juice, just a pinch of sriracha powder as well as red pepper, some black pepper, rosemary garlic, and some mini potatoes, because who could go wrong with potatoes? “Hey, you’re good at this! It’s oven-roast chicken, yes. And that spice you’re trying to think of is rosemary.”

“Rosemary… I think I’ve used it before.”

“It goes along well with chicken dishes.”

“I’m sure I’ve had it before, but my memory fails me.”

“No worries,” you chirped as he took a couple more pieces of the chicken, all the while complimenting you on your amazing cooking skills. “Whether or not you used a cookbook or you’re just this talented, this is amazing.”

“Awe, cutie. I’m glad you like it.” You couldn’t help it; you’ve been holding back from glomping this handsome dork in front of you ever since he’d arrived in the early afternoon. “Next is a soup, Jihyun. So you’ll be needing your spoon again.”

You two kept up this game of guess the food until he’d tried everything on the dining table. And surprisingly enough, he was able to guess the majority of the contents of the food.

For Jihyun, tasting the food without using his eyes was one thing, but actually seeing the beautifully displayed delicacies, he couldn’t help the bright smile that spread across his face, cyan eyes gazing from one dish to the next. The display before him made the man reach into his pocket and grab his phone, turning the camera function on and standing up to full height, snapping a couple pictures of the full table then of the dishes separately. And you sat there with your head propped up on your arm, a cute smile displayed on your face as you watched him in utter admiration. With your pupils dilated a little, you tried to contain the urge to shower him with your affection.

Not only did Jihyun like the way you set the table up, with a few sweet scenting candles here and there, the taste of the food was even better than the display itself. He couldn't help himself; Jihyun had himself at least two servings of everything set out before him, from the chili soup and mashed potatoes to the coleslaw.

The conversations ranged from normal everyday things that were spoken about in the chatrooms to talk about past holidays. And while you ate, you both exchanged silly little stories about your childhood. Jihyun’s story about him and Jumin when they were kids was always a pleasure to listen to. You loved hearing about what they used to do as kids; just imagining a little Jumin and a little Jihyun running around causing mischief and being playful brought a smile to your face and bubbles of laughter to escape you.

As dinner was being cleaned up from the table, the smell of dessert wafted into the kitchen and invaded Jihyun’s nose. He took a deep inhale and hummed softly. “Goodness, you’re spoiling me, (Y/N).”

He could hear you giggling from the living room, dessert placed on the table and ready to be eaten. “But I like spoiling you! It’s fun seeing your cute reactions. A reward for my hard work.”

“Cute? Really?” He questioned quizzically, raising an elegant eyebrow at you as he came into the living room and sat down on the couch next to you. A cup was handed to him then. He lifted it up to his face and gazed at it, layers of what looked like cream and caramel as well as some fruit bits in the glass cup. The top portion had whipped cream and what looked like cake crumbs sprinkled over it along with caramel drizzle.

“Wow… (Y/N), you’ve really outdone yourself. This… You’ve made it so beautifully, I don’t think I have the heart to eat it,” he joked with a small laugh as you handed him a spoon.

“We’ll taste it together! This is my first time making this, so I’m not sure how it turned out.”

“Can we put a name to this first?”

“It’s a Caramel Pear Cheesecake Trifle! Saw the recipe while I was browsing for exotic desserts, and this just so happened to catch my eye.” You took your own spoon and prepared to take a spoonful but Jihyun stopped you with a hand on your arm.

“Wait…” Your (E/C) orbs sparkled in curiosity, head tilting ever so slightly to the side as you silently asked him why. “I want to make a toast… To you.” He brought his cup of the trifle close to yours and gazed into your eyes, a sweet and sincere look on his face. “(Y/N), you’ve brightened my dark days with how you’ve always kept your head up and stayed on the positive side of things. You’re a really good influence on the other members, you’ve helped them regain trust in me as their leader, especially Yoosung… You helped me through my hard times when I lost Rika. Now... I don’t think about what I could have done to stop what happened, I don’t put myself down anymore. I’m always looking forward to the next day, when I wake up to your good morning calls, when I get to see your selfies, and when I get to spend time with you… You’ve really changed me for the better, and I will forever be grateful to you. I’m in your debt, (Y/N)... Thank you.” He clinked his glass against yours lightly as you did as well, your eyes becoming glossy with joy. A lump had started forming in your throat, tears threatening to flood down your cheeks, but you held them back as much as you could. “Thank you for coming into my life.”

The first tear fell down your cheek as you wiped it away quickly, a soft laugh bubbling from your lips. “Gosh, Jihyun… You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“And you don’t know how much you mean… to me.” Eyes snapping up to his, the sincerity in his gaze made you almost completely forget about your dessert.

“Jihyun…” With a joyous grin on your face, you wrapped your arms around him, making sure not to tip your cup as your face became buried in his shoulder. His arms wrapped around your back, holding you close while he leaned his head against yours, inhaling deeply as the two of you stayed in the embrace for a while.

And as you two shared a loving moment, enjoying each other’s company for the rest of the night, the snow slowly started falling outside, covering the ground in a pure white blanket as this Christmas became one of the most memorable moments of your lives.

Tmw you don’t have a tag list for the Mystic Messenger fandom- :’)

[bestofrepices]

Skinnytaste Meal Plan (October 7-October 13)

posted October 5, 2019 by Gina

A free 7-day flexible weight loss meal plan including breakfast, lunch and dinner and a shopping list. All recipes include calories and Weight Watchers SmartPoints®.

As fall finally starts to settle in (in most places anyway!) and pumpkin season is upon us- check out these easy recipes to save those seeds! Smoky BBQ Spiced Roasted Pumpkin Seeds and Roasted Pumpkin Seeds. Let me know how you like them!

If you’re new to my meal plans, I’ve been sharing these free, 7-day flexible healthy meal plans (you can see my previous meal plans here) that are meant as a guide, with plenty of wiggle room for you to add more food, coffee, beverages, fruits, snacks, dessert, wine, etc or swap recipes out for meals you prefer, you can search for recipes by course in the index. You should aim for around 1500 calories* per day.

There’s also a precise, organized grocery list that will make grocery shopping so much easier and much less stressful. Save you money and time. You’ll dine out less often, waste less food and you’ll have everything you need on hand to help keep you on track.

Lastly, if you’re on Facebook join my Skinnytaste Facebook Community where everyone’s sharing photos of recipes they are making, you can join here. I’m loving all the ideas everyone’s sharing! If you wish to get on the email list, you can subscribe here so you never miss a meal plan!

Also, if you don’t have the Skinnytaste Meal Planner, now would be a great time to get one to get organized for 2019! There was a print error last year, but it’s perfect now! You can order it here!

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THE DETAILS:

Breakfast and lunch Monday-Friday, are designed to serve 1 while dinners and all meals on Saturday and Sunday are designed to serve a family of 4. Some recipes make enough leftovers for two nights or lunch the next day. While we truly believe there is no one size fits all meal plan, we did our best to come up with something that appeals to a wide range of individuals. Everything is Weight Watchers friendly, I included the updated Weight Watcher Freestyle Points for your convenience, feel free to swap out any recipes you wish or just use this for inspiration!

The grocery list is comprehensive and includes everything you need to make all meals on the plan. I’ve even included brand recommendations of products I love and use often. Cross check your cabinets because many condiments you’ll notice I use often, so you may already have a lot of them.

And last, but certainly not least, this meal plan is flexible and realistic. There’s plenty of wiggle room for cocktails, healthy snacks, dessert and dinner out. And if necessary, you can move some things around to make it work with your schedule. Please let me know if you’re using these plans, this will help me decide if I should continue sharing them!

MONDAY (10/7) B: Broccoli and Cheese Egg Muffins* (1) with a clementine (0) L: BLT with Avocado (9) and an apple (0) D: Chickpea Tomato Soup (1) and 2 ounces multigrain baguette (3) with 1 tablespoon whipped butter (3)

Totals: Freestyle SP 17, Calories 1,037**

TUESDAY (10/8) B: Broccoli and Cheese Egg Muffins (1) with ½ a grapefruit (0) L: LEFTOVER Chickpea Tomato Soup (1) with 2 ounces multigrain baguette (3) D: Crock Pot Kalua Pork (6) in 2 corn tortillas (3) with 2 ounces avocado (3) and Quick Cabbage Slaw (2)

Totals: Freestyle SP 19, Calories 1,044**

WEDNESDAY (10/9) B: Broccoli and Cheese Egg Muffins (1) with a clementine (0) L: LEFTOVER Chickpea Tomato Soup (1) with 2 ounces multigrain baguette (3) D: Crock Pot Kalua Pork (6) with ¾ cup brown rice (5) and Asian Cabbage Mango Slaw (1) Totals: Freestyle SP 17, Calories 977**

THURSDAY (10/10) B: Broccoli and Cheese Egg Muffins (1) with ½ a grapefruit (0) L: Turkey sandwich # (7) and an apple (0) D: One Skillet Chicken with Bacon and Green Beans (2) with Instant Pot Mashed Potatoes (5)

Totals: Freestyle SP 15, Calories 930**

FRIDAY (10/11) B: Overnight Oats in a Jar (5) L: Turkey sandwich # (7) and an apple (0) D: Angel Hair with Shrimp and Asparagus (8)

Totals: Freestyle SP 20, Calories 983**

SATURDAY (10/12) B: Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins (7) with a pear (0) L: Lentil Bowls with Avocado, Eggs and Cholula (2) (recipe x 2) D: DINNER OUT!

Totals: Freestyle SP 9, Calories 613**

SUNDAY (10/13) B: Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins (7) with a clementine (0) L: 1 ½ servings of Autumn Salad with Pear and Gorgonzola (7) D: Roast Chicken with Rosemary and Lemon (5) with Roasted Delicata Squash with Turmeric (2)

Totals: Freestyle SP 21, Calories 929**

*Prep Sunday night, if desired. **This is just a guide, women should aim for around 1500 calories per day. Here’s a helpful calculator to estimate your calorie needs. I’ve left plenty of wiggle room for you to add more food such as coffee, beverages, fruits, snacks, dessert, wine, etc. # Includes 100 calorie roll/bread, 2 ounces turkey, 2 teaspoons mustard, 1 leaf lettuce, 1 slice red onion and 2 ounce avocado.

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Shopping List

Produce

6 large clementines (Cuties)

1 medium grapefruit

3 medium apples (any variety)

1 (under ripe) mango

1 small banana

8 medium pears (any variety)

½ pound French green beans

1 pound asparagus

2 pounds Russet potatoes

28 ounces (2) Delicata squash

1 (6-ounce) container fresh blueberries

1 small head green cabbage

1 (10-ounce) bag/clamshell mixed baby greens, spinach or arugula

1 small bunch baby spinach

1 medium lemon

1 medium lime

1 medium head garlic

1 medium shallot

1 pound broccoli florets

1 medium (5-ounce) and 2 large (6-ounce) Hass avocados

1 small bunch/container fresh rosemary

1 small bunch fresh cilantro

1 small bunch/container fresh thyme (can sub ½ teaspoon Herbs de Provence in Skillet Chicken, if desired)

1 small bunch/container fresh basil (can sub another fresh herb or 2 teaspoons dry in Chickpea Soup, if desired)

1 small bunch celery

1 medium carrot

1 small bag shredded carrots (can sub 1 medium carrot and shred yourself, if desired)

1 small bunch scallions

1 small red bell pepper

1 dry pint grape or cherry tomatoes

7 plum tomatoes

1 small vine-ripened tomato

1 medium yellow onion

1 small red onion

Meat, Poultry and Fish

1 package center-cut bacon

1 (2-3 pound) trimmed pork shoulder blade roast

1 pound boneless, skinless chicken breasts

12 ounces large peeled and deveined shrimp

1 (3-pound) whole chicken

4 ounces sliced deli turkey

Grains*

1 loaf whole grain bread (or 100 calorie deli thins)

1 bag dry brown rice (or 3 cups pre-cooked)

1 (12-ounce) multigrain baguette

1 container quick oats

1 package angel hair pasta

1 package white whole wheat flour

1 package unbleached all-purpose flour

1 package corn tortillas (you need 8)

Condiments and Spices

Extra virgin olive oil

Canola or vegetable oil

Cooking spray

Olive oil spray (or get a Misto oil mister)

Kosher salt (I like Diamond Crystal)

Pepper grinder (or fresh peppercorns)

Bay leaves

Liquid mesquite smoke

Red Hawaiian sea salt (or any sea salt)

Apple cider vinegar

Rice vinegar

Red wine vinegar

Reduced sodium soy sauce*

Sesame oil

Sesame seeds (black and white or just one)

Dijon mustard

Yellow mustard (can sub 2 teaspoons Dijon on Turkey Sandwich, if desired)

NuNaturals liquid vanilla stevia (or your favorite sweetener)

Cinnamon

Herbs de Provence

Red pepper flakes

Cholula hot sauce

Raw sugar

Nutmeg

Vanilla extract

Coconut oil

Pumpkin pie spice

Honey

Turmeric

Garlic powder

Dairy &  Misc. Refrigerated Items

1 dozen large eggs

1 pint liquid egg whites

1 (8-ounce) block 1/3 less fat cream cheese

1 small container or wedge gorgonzola cheese

1 small bag reduced fat shredded cheddar cheese

1 pint 1% buttermilk

1 (8-ounce) tub light sour cream

1 wedge fresh parmesan cheese

1 wedge fresh Pecorino Romano (can sub ¼ cup parmesan in Egg Muffins, if desired)

1 (8-ounce) tub whipped butter

1 pint unsweetened almond milk (or skim or soy)

Canned and Jarred

2 (15-ounce) cans chickpeas

1 (28-ounce) can crushed tomatoes

1 (32-ounce) carton reduced or low sodium chicken broth

1 (14.5-ounce) can chicken broth

1 (15-ounce) can pureed pumpkin (not pumpkin pie filling)

Misc. Dry Goods

1 small package chia seeds (if buying from bulk bin, you need ½ tablespoon)

1 bottle crisp white wine (such as Sauvignon Blanc)

Baking soda

1 small bag pecan halves

1 package dry lentils (or 3 cups pre-cooked)

*You can buy gluten free, if desired

posted October 5, 2019 by Gina

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5 Tips to Create a Wild and Fun Kid’s Desk or Homework Station

Create a Wild Kid’s Desk + Homework Station

If you make it fun…they will come.

Hi Friends! This is Kristin from Postbox Designs Interior E-Design, I’m an Interior Designer but I’m also a mama to three. So some of my favorite projects to work on for both clients and myself alike is Kid’s Spaces! Whether it is a kid’s Bedroom, Playroom, Nursery, or Homework Station, kid’s spaces need to be both functional and F-U-N. Functional means it will actually work for it’s intended use. But fun means those kiddos will actually use it!

Today I want to not only share some tips for creating the perfect Kid’s Desk or Homework Station, but also a Free Mood Board to show you exactly how to create one yourself! So whether you have school aged kids who need a study space or smaller children who could use an arts & crafts table, read on!

5 Tips to Create the Perfect Homework Station

1. Simple Kid’s Homework Desks Work Best

Unless you want to be constantly tidying up your kid’s study space, make it super simple and user friendly! I love this simple desk with a painted pegboard that allows for easy decor changes. Kid’s can hang their artwork here or tack up their sports schedule. Add in these painted Ikea spice racks and bright decor, and you have the perfect kid’s study space. The racks can store notebooks and papers, or craft supplies.

image source: Steph Bond

2. Vertical Space is your BFF.

Anytime you have a small space to work within, use vertical space to your best advantage. But for a kid’s desk or study space, vertical space also allows you to double or even triple the function. I love this desk with a low shelf in easy reach for craft supplies. Hanging over it is this patterned cork board that allows the cuties to display their own artwork. Additionally, a vertical cabinet to the left of the desk holds a myriad of supplies. P.S. I’m also a fan of a combo of closed and open storage with kids. Open storage means kids can easily access their items. However, closed storage is so precious when it comes to keeping the room looking clean and crisp-those drawers can hold a lot of stuff!

image source: Lorena Siminovich

3. Personalize the Space

This is actually my very own kid’s triple homework station!

If you have the room, it is always nice to create different “station” for each child. In my homework center each child has their station marked with a framed photo of themselves and a monogrammed pillow…no fighting over the favorite chair! Another way to do this is assigning a drawer to each child, or a special tray or cubby. Or, create a caddy for each child that can be stored away when not in use. When the child is ready to work at the desk, they can simply take out their caddy filled with their own supplies and start working.

If you like the look of this Kid’s Triple Homework Station you can find the FREE Mood Board & Shopping List to re-create this budget-friendly kid space yourself:

image source: Postbox Designs

4. Budget Friendly Always Works Well with Kid Spaces

Whether it is a kid’s space in my home or my kid’s clothes: I don’t want to cry when something gets ruined. So when I design for kid spaces, I try to create a mix of durable pieces that will withstand use and abuse, along with inexpensive pieces that won’t break the bank if destroyed. I love this kid’s study space/activity center below because it is composed of Ikea parts! The desk cabinets, top, and shelf are all Ikea budget-friendly but also make of durable, easy-to-clean materials. Add in some fun pops of color like these yellow lights and turquoise door and it is a spot the kids will be naturally drawn to.

image source: Saarkeloves via Instagram

5. Create a Fun Theme

You can have the most practical, organized kid’s desk, but if it isn’t fun they will never want to use it. Bright colors, patterns, and themes automatically make a space more attractive to kids. Make their desk or activity center a place they want to spend time! While the desk above shows bright pops of color, the below double homework desk creates a fun atmosphere with neutral colors.

The vintage schoolhouse style theme continues from the light fixture, to the wall decor, to the desks themselves. Adding in bright colored vintage items like this green sewing machine will make this space perfect for older kids. This theme will work for both genders and any age group.

image source: IKEA

A Wild Kid’s Homework Station

As always I created an exclusive Mood Board today just for you Remodelaholic Readers! I wanted to create a fun and colorful kid’s desk that would work well for boys or girls, and at a myriad of ages. So I designed a “Wild & Free” Animal themed kid area. This would work as a Homework Desk or Activity Center. The desk is small enough that it can fit into a nook of a bedroom, or line up a couple side-by-side to work for multiple children.

Love It? Want It? Need It?

Simply click on the number of the item you love below the Mood Board to take you straight to the product. Re-create this whole area at home, or pick and choose your favorites:

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Want More Kid’s Homework Station Ideas?

Recently I created this Homework Station + Playroom for a pair of school aged siblings. My client’s had a boy and a girl, so the space needed to work well for both genders. They also wanted the space to do multiple duty as a homework area, play space, craft table, and reading nook. You can check out more of this room, along with SIX other kid’s spaces:

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Thank-you so much to the whole Remodelaholic gang for letting me hang with you all today! If you want to know more about how Online Interior Design works, you can check it all out How E-Design Works or send me an email at kristin@postboxdesigns.com. Finally if you are still looking for some more free design ideas, I have a Free Resource Library chock full of free Guides, Mood Boards, Shopping Lists and more!

Kristin

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