#Leathery Tuesday

[kiwiplaetzchen]

Leathery Tuesday

Part II

[scoobysnakz]

1950's greaser Miguel 😭 that's that

a/n: i had something like this in my drafts i was so happy omg 😭 also im so sorry this took so long i ended up falling down several rabbit holes around 50’s culture for no reason whatsoever. idk how to feel abt this it’s rushed and not proof read at all!!! so sorry for any dumb mistakes

warnings: none really except maybe threats of violence and very poorly written angst bc i just cant handle it.

everyone had warned you to watch out for guys like Miguel- the loud, cocky ones that only think with their dick. but you’ve never been one to listen, not to overbearing second cousins and patronising aunts, anyway.

your ignorance to their advice doesn’t do much, though, because as much as you pretend, they’re right. he knows he could have any girl he wants, all he’d have to do is flash her that signature smirk, maybe wrap one of his toned arms around her waist, and they’re putty in his hands.

so why would he give you- the gut-wrenchingly awkward waitress at the diner him and his friends flood after work- the time of day ?

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It's a peacefully slow day at the diner, booths just as empty as the tip jar and the counter bell unrung.

This would be the perfect opportunity to relax, count the cars passing by and try to work out if you can afford takeout for tea, but you are stuck talking to some random guy.

He's sweet enough, fairly attractive, and a large tipper. Hopefully, things don't get too difficult.

"So then I said to my buddy, Clarence. Y’know Clarence, sweetheart? Comes here twice a week with his wife on Tuesdays and then comes on Saturdays with his… lady friend?"

You internally grimace at his words. Your smile falters slightly but you fight to keep that forced, hospitality smile plastered on your face.

If working at this grimy diner has taught you anything it's that people like him don't want to see a strand of emotion other than flattery at their crude compliments.

"That wasn't a rhetorical question, darling.”

Your gaze snaps back to him, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

“Do. You. Know. Clarence?" he sounds much gruffer now, more stern.

Panicked, you shake your head a quick no.

You do know Clarence and he is even more pushy than this guy, always taking a not-so-conspicuous glance at your chest, 'accidentally' groping your ass.

Somehow, he knows you're lying and his expression hardens. "Don't lie to me, m'kay? I asked you a simple question and all you have to do is answer it for me."

The way his words are so slow to pass through his thin, leathery lips makes your stomach form knots.

You glance around the diner but there's no one else there, the very few people who had been there left the moment he came in.

Is there something you don't know? You've been working here for just over a month and you thought you knew all the inside secrets, the customers to flirt with to get the big tip, who to give extra sugar too because they're too nervous to ask for it themselves, which families will clean up after themselves. Obviously not.

The sticky brown tables are lined with half-eaten meals and a few bills that people left behind before running off.

You can hear the stove humming lowly in the kitchen and the man's heavy breathing accompanying it.

"I don't know who Clarence is, sir." your tone matches his, harsh and unwilling. It's nine forty-five on a Saturday and all you want is five minutes of sleep. "So either order something or leave. It's company policy.” you pick up a creased piece of laminated paper that says pretty much what you did but in a much more formal narrative.

His face contorts into a snarl as he glares at you, lips curling and nostrils flaring in a way that immediately makes you regret your sudden surge of confidence.

"You're lucky I don't hit women," he mutters under his breath.

Those words alone are enough to make your skin crawl. It's a threat, a cleverly disguised one, but a threat all the same.

"I'll ask one more time, sweetie. Do you know Clarence?" his voice is painfully condescending. Under different circumstances you would have chewed his ear off.

Before you get a chance to snap back at him the bell chimes as someone else enters the diner. You thank God, and whoever else is up there with him, that you are no longer alone.

It's a regular- Peter. You flash an uneasy smile, willing him to get the hint.

His mousy brown hair hangs flat on his head, a few strands wrapped around his daughter's pudgy fingers. Lazily, he turns to face you, eyes narrowing as he takes in your nervous expression.

“Everything alright?” he asks.

The man scoffs and rolls his eyes. “We're fine, get your coffee and go.”

It takes him a second, round brown eyes darting between the two of you before he sucks in a sharp breath and nods his head.

Peter knows he isn't intimidating, painfully the opposite. It’s almost impossible for him to come across as anything other than naïvely friendly… perhaps a little agitating, though. There's never a moment where a charismatic grin isn't etched into his thin, rosy lips or an awkward joke said to ease the tension. According to him, it’s his Achilles heel.

Hurriedly, he excuses himself and Mayday and pushes his chair away from the counter before stumbling out the door. Your eye twitches with slight irritation but you push past it; there’s no point staying angry with Peter when he didn't have any obligation to ‘save’ you.

Smirking, the man looks at you. It’s just the two of you now.

You know you shouldn't have begged to take the closing shift alone. You had assumed you’d keep all the tips, get to clean up with whatever music you like playing and have some downtime before trudging through the busy New York streets. And now you know how idiotic it was to think that.

“Hey, bebita.” the shrill sound of the bell doesn't do anything to dampen obnoxiously loud entrance.

You drag your gaze over to the source of the tall shadow that’s blanketing the top of the sticky, wooden counter. It takes you no time at all to recognise that sturdy build and dark heap of slicked-back curls.

Your eyes scrunch as your lips utter a silent thank you to God for freeing you from the burden of this creep and a little less grateful plea to get rid of Miguel as soon as possible.

Don't get it wrong, you couldn't be happier someone has come to rescue you from whoever this balding weirdo is but you might be a little more giddy with glee if it wasn't Miguel. It’s not that he's a bad guy or anything but things can get a little tense between people when one of them stands the other one up.

Miguel slides onto one of the stools next to the man, who is now looking considerably less confident now that there's a 6’9 man sitting next to him.

“Can I get a coffee, please,” he orders with an awkward curve of his lips that doesn't quite form a smile.

“She’s busy right now, might want to go someplace else, lad,” the stranger says with a nod towards the door, almost trying to act pally with Miguel. But he knows better than that- surely.

You can see Miguel’s jaw tensing from the corner of your eye but you brush past it, finding amusement in his irritation.

“You know how I like it, black, no sugar,” he says before turning his attention back to the man.

You make your way down to the other end of the counter where the coffee pot sits, encompassed by splodgy brown rings stained into the wood. You wonder how long you can stay down here, how many excuses you can come up with before one of them grows weary and snaps.

The wash cloth is still damp, you know it is because you wiped everywhere down at least fifty times whilst waiting for your unwanted visitor to leave. You begin to scrub the battered wood again, trying in vain to remove the surplus of coffee stains that you know won’t budge.

It’s not even late and you’re exhausted. Just the thought of getting on the train has your eyes growing heavy and shoulders sagging. And now, you have to deal with two of the most irritating people to exist.

“Hurry up with his coffee, we have things to talk about!”

You whip your head around, eyes narrowed with spite and lips parted to spew whatever crude insult spills out first but Miguel beats you to it.

“What?” he scoffs.

“She’s taking forever, acting like we have all the time in the fucking world!”

Without any hesitation, Miguel is up, towering over the balding reprobate. His expression is calm, surprisingly, but the slight clench of his jaw can't hide from your watchful gaze. You’re tempted to intervene, cautious of the mess Miguel’s infamous outbursts leave behind, but this loathsome man getting put in his place is more than worth it.

“Apologise.”

The man swallows, yellowing eyes widened with panic. On his own, the man is intimidating. He’s taller than you and it’s easy to tell he works out but he's no Miguel. Side by side, he looks like an influenza-ridden Victorian child whilst Miguel continues to stand proud, attracting all attention like a pompous black hole.

His chapped lips move but no intelligible words come out, just a serious of worthless splutters and squeaks.

Miguel rolls his eyes. “Apologise to the lady. Now.”

Only silence follows. Silence so soft and crisp you swear you can hear the snowflakes falling on the dirtied pavements outside before they instantly melt away. That’ll be fun walking home in.

“Por dios,” Miguel groans, “You have one last chance, tell her you’re sorry or I’m dragging you out and telling everyone how much of an uneducados, baboso bastardo you are!”

“I-i only understood bastardo,” the man stammers and you just about manage to muffle the chuckle that bubbles in your chest.

“Getting kicked out it is,” Miguel sighs.

You watch through amused eyes as Miguel grabs him by his tattered collar and drags him towards the door. The man continues to protest this, blabbering about how he's more than happy to apologise and that he has friends in high-up places who won't be pleased to hear about this, but Miguel doesn't care.

He chucks him out into the street and you don't even have to see his face to know he’s smirking as the idiot lands flat on his ass because you are too.

The bell chimes his entrance once again, a proud grin on his face as he saunters towards you.

“So?” he questions expectantly.

Pushing past your amusement, you shrug your shoulders.

“I just kicked out some dick head for you and you’re not gonna say anything?”

“He didn't get a chance to pay, so you’re gonna have to cover it.” you flash him a sarcastic smile before picking up the tip jar and pushing it towards him, “and tip.”

His eyes narrow before he pulls out his wallet and behind to leaf through a series of wrinkled tens and twenties before pulling out a fifty. “Treat yourself.”

Again, you offer a forced smile before taking the jar away and opening the register to change the fifty for five tens. Your ears perk at the sound of his exasperated sigh, the corner of your mouth twitching into a grin at his irritation.

“You are so petty you know that, hermosa?”

You slam the register shut, mettle blooming in your chest at the dumbfounded expression on Miguel’s face.

You remain unblinking as you glare at him, not a slither of emotion is present on your face other than pure unbridled spite. You’ve never been able to wrap your head around his confidence. Sure, he's conventionally attractive and can tell you how the reason you never see stars at night isn't because of all the light pollution but because they know they’ll never compare to the grace of your smile or the dazzling beauty of your eyes all in Spanish. But is he really that amazing?

He pulls out a small metal tube from his pocket and pops it open. “Toothpick?” he offers, sliding one between his lips, “cherry flavoured.”

You keep staring disdainfully at him, expression unmoving.

“I’m starting to understand why he was in such a grump,” he mutters to himself, although his eyes are still carefully trained on you, “with service like this, any man would end up in a funk like that.”

That does it. You slam your fists on the tacky counter with a furious groan. You’re so fucking tired, not one single person in this entire rat-filled city has manners, the last thing you need is some self-obsessed playboy messing with your emotions.

Palms stinging , you look back up at him. His eyes are slightly widened but he stays silent, slightly baffled by whatever just happened.

“Get out, Miguel.”

He scoffs and stays where he is, clearly not oblivious to how infuriating he is.

“I’m not joking. Get out.”

His expression falters slightly but again, he simply refuses to move.

“I am so tired of people walking all over me, not an ounce of courtesy or anything. I'm not letting you, of all people, treat me the same.”

Slowly, he stands up, pushing his toothpick holder into his inside pocket.

“Please,” your voice cracks as tears sting the corners of your eyes, “just get out.”

You don't wait to hear the door close before allowing yourself to crumple, head falling onto your folded arms on the counter while unwanted tears trail down your cheeks.

You can’t believe you just broke down that, completely unprovoked. Miguel didn't help but whatever just happened was… it was more than unnecessary it was just plain childishness. How could you have allowed yourself to get so worked up? Normally you’re so collected, and always know how to act, yet the second that cocky idiot is around your emotions run havoc.

Then, your nose breathes in that familiar cedar and menthol smell. Internally, you groan.

“Look, I’m sorry that was out of order,” he mutters.

You roll your eyes. It's all well and good being able to apologize for being a dick one time but when you're continuously being a douche the effect tends to wear off.

“How did you even get behind here?” you mumble into your arms.

Ignoring your question, he slowly wraps an arm around your waist. You jump, at first, but allow yourself to relax. It’s nice being held, even if it's awkwardly and by someone you detest.

“Let me walk you to your car.”

What a gentleman.

Sniffling, you lift your head and turn to face him. “I don't have a car, Miguel!” you croak out.

What could pass as either a pout or a thoughtful frown forms on his lips as he stares at you. Whatever it is, it reeks of sympathy that you didn't ask for.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve said that.”

“No. I’m sorry about before.”

You scoff. It’s like he refuses to listen to you on purpose.

He runs his fingers through his hair, a sigh pushing past his lips. “I’m sorry about not showing up.”

It takes a second or two before you get what he means. You raise your brow, taken aback by his sudden ability to take just enough responsibility to apologize but not enough to actually say what he did. It’s funny, in a way, that it took you having to yell at him and break down crying before it even clicked that he should apologize.

“It’s fine, you were a dick and I got over it.” you lie.

He scowls, clearly unimpressed by the lack of enthusiasm his apology earned him. He steps a little closer, fingers grazing against your middle. Instinctively, your stomach clenches at the contact but you don't move away.

“That’s… that’s fair.”

You hum in agreement but remain silent.

“Forgot how to speak?” his voice is smooth like velvet but you don't take the bait. You’ve been in this position before, Miguel holding you close, a sudden softness to his demeanour whilst he comforts you. And last time it ended with you crying into your pillow until you fell asleep.

His hand turns your face towards him, thumb tracing the outline of your lower lip. “Que niña tan linda,” he utters.

Your upper lip curls up in disgust and you push him away. You might be exhausted and emotionally distraught but that doesn't mean you don't have common sense.

Something, you’re not quite sure what, flickers across his expression as he bites down on his bottom lip.

Defensively, he holds his hands up and takes a dramatic step away. “Misread the room.”

You laugh. Again, it's not even a proper apology, just something to clear his conscious until he does something equally as idiotic. It would take a miracle for him to give a heartfelt, meaningful apology and you sincerely doubt any miracles are coming his way.

Another awkward silence fills the room. It's not like the one before, though, there’s no fear of death or ill-mannered slobs taking up all thinking space. Just you and Miguel, stood dangerously close while you cumbersomely sniffle away your tears.

You can feel it, Miguel’s intense gaze burning holes into the side of your face. He doesn't look away, just keeps staring at you, unblinking and unmoving.

“Bebita.” you allow yourself to look at him. The harsh, flickering yellow lights hang close to his head and burn the corners of your eyes. “I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“If you thought so, I wouldn't have been left standing outside the movies for an hour in the rain waiting for you,” you mutter snidely.

Ditching his previous tactics for forgiveness, he groans. “I told you already, I was busy.”

Everyone had warned you to watch out for guys like Miguel- the loud, cocky ones that only think with their dick. But you’ve never been one to listen, not to overbearing second cousins and patronising aunts, anyway.

Your ignorance of their advice hadn’t done much, though, because as much as you’d pretended, they were right. He knows he could have any girl he wants, all he’d have to do is flash her that signature smirk, maybe wrap one of his toned arms around her waist, and they’re putty in his hands.

And you'd fallen for his flirtatious trap once before. Hook, line and sinker.

You force your gaze away, deciding eye contact with him isn't worth the optical damage that will surely present itself sooner or later.

“You have a house phone, could have called me or the diner, hell- Peter would have been happy to be your little messenger pigeon!” it all comes out at once, a toxic blur of anger and regret that has been burning in your chest since the moment he walked in tumbling out your mouth before you could get a chance to stop yourself. “You are the scum of the earth, Miguel. I hope you know that.”

He lets your words settle in the air, arm slowly retracting from your waist and coming to rest on the countertop. His lips are pursed into a tight line that hides all emotion but the remnants of a frown tug his brown eyes downwards.

“Peter had come out, before, telling me that some creep was in there bothering you.” he glances back down at you, waiting for something other than fury to be represented on your face only to realise his optimism was all in vain and continuing on. “And I thought… maybe if I sort this out for her, she’ll forgive me.”

“You trying to be a good person now doesn't make standing me up okay.” you pause, angling yourself to face him, a sudden wave of sympathy crashing over you at the sight of his shiny eyes. “I forgive you, for now.”

This time, he doesn't even try to hide the pleased smirk on his face. His obnoxiously sharp canines poke proudly over his bottom lip and that ridiculous cocky twinkle is back in his eyes. If he was a dog, his tail would be wagging to no end.

“Does this mean we’re friends now?”

You scrunch your nose and shake your head. “I can't be friends with someone who tips with a fifty, it’s too ironic and tacky.”

He clutches his chest in feigned offence before a low chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest.

You aren't too sure what you are, in all honesty. The two of you had started off as acquaintances, which led to a strange friendship which had snowballed into him kissing you in the kitchen after closing hours before he stood you up on your first proper date. And now you’re both here, laughing even though you’re certain you wanted him dead almost a minute ago.

“Can I try again, then? I want to get it right.”

You shrug, you only live once.

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: spiny softshell turtle

It may be neither Flat Fuck Friday nor Turtle Tuesday, but because this is my series and I can do what I want, I'm talking about a very flat turtle. The spiny softshell turtle (Apalone spinifera) is the most widely distributed and possibly the most common softshell turtle in North America. Its range covers most of the Eastern half of the USA and stretched into Canada and Mexico. There are 6 subspecies separated by geography and hybridization can happen in places where their ranges cross. Hybridization has also been known to happen with the Florida softshell (Apalone ferox). The subspecies are the northern (A. s. spinifera), gulf coast (A. s. aspera), Texas (A. s. emoryi), pallid (A. s. pallida), Guadalupe (A. s. guadalupensis), and black (A. s. atra) spiny softshells.

(Image: a spiny softshell turtle seen from above and to the side. It is a turtle with a wide, flat shell. Its head and one foot are visible. The head is skinny and has an elongated nose. The foot is wide and flat, with webbed toes. The turtle is an olive green with black dots on the skin, yellow stripes on the face, and dark spots on the shell. End ID)

The thing that makes a softshell a softshell is the lack of keratinized scutes on their shells. This makes the shells smooth and leathery. The center of the shell has a layer of solid bone user it, but this does not extend to the edges of the shell, making it less rigid. Softshells are the fragile speedsters of the turtle world. Their shells are a lot lighter and often more streamlined, allowing for faster movement both on land and in water, but they provide less defense. Spiny softshells have spiny projections along the front edge of the carapace (upper shell), with males having more than females. They are some of the largest North American freshwater turtles. Females can reach a carapace length of 54 cm (21 in) and 11 kg (25 lbs) while the smaller males max out at about 25 cm (10 in).

(Image: a spiny softshell being held by a person, seen from the front. The leading edge of the carapace is visible, showing off the small spines. End ID)

Spiny softshells have wide, flat, paddle-like feet with three claws and an elongated nose that acts like a snorkel. The turtles are born a bright olive color with striped faces and dark spots on the shell. Males keep their juvenile coloration for their entire lives while females grow darker ad lose many of their markings. It can be very difficult to tell females of different subspecies apart, while males and juveniles can be distinguished by their markings. Smooth skin and highly vascularized membranes in the cloaca, mouth, and throat allow the turtles to breathe by diffusing dissolved oxygen from the water into their blood.

(Image: a male and female spiny softshell facing each other. The male is less than half the size of the female and has an olive colored shell and skin, with dark spots on the shell. The female is a uniform muddy brown color. End ID)

Spiny softshells are generalists able to live in a wide range of habitats. They prefer streams, rivers, and ponds with muddy or sandy bottoms and high visibility, but can live in most freshwater habitats. Softshells are diurnal, spending their days basking and feeding. Being turtles, they are ectothermic, meaning their body temperature matches the surrounding temperature. To warm themselves up, the turtles bask in the sunlight. They can often be found resting on exposed rocks, logs, sandbars, or shorelines. While not particularly social animals, the turtles will bask in groups. When threatened, softshells will attempt to swim away and/or bury themselves. In the right sediment, a softshell can bury itself in under a second. Because their shells are less rigid, softshells have to actively defend themselves when cornered and will bite and scratch. People have to be careful when handling them. They brumate (that's hibernation for reptiles) during winter. While brumating, they bury themselves underwater and slow their metabolism and oxygen requirements. In this state they can fully sustain themselves on oxygen absorbed through their skin or special membranes.

(Image: a spiny softshell turtle buried in its hunting strategy. Only the head is visible above the sand. End ID)

They are primarily carnivores and will eat anything that can fit in their mouths. Aquatic insects, crayfish, worms, amphibians, mussels, snails, fish, and more are on their plate. While capable of fast swimming, they are not pursuit predators. They employ two primary hunting strategies. The first is to bury themselves in the sediment and wait for prey to come by. The second is digging in the sediment to find worms and other animals. Fish have been known to follow digging turtles around to feed on animals unearthed by them.

(Image: a spiny softshell in captivity. It is swimming at the surface of the water in a tank, amongst artificial leaves. End ID)

Spiny softshells mate in spring. Males attempt to woo females by swimming over to them and bumping heads together. The male then sits on top of the female to mate. Unlike most species of turtles, the males do not grab onto the female's shells during mating. Eggs are laid between summer and early fall and will hatch next spring. The female will dig a nest in sandy or gravelly banks and bury the eggs once they have been laid. She provides no further care. Females will typically mate multiple times each year, with each mating having a different nest. The juveniles take 8 to 10 years to reach sexual maturity and they can live up to 50 years in the wild. Many turtles determine sex by the temperature the eggs are incubated in. This is not the case with spiny softshells, who have genetics based sex determination.

(Image: a group of 5 juveniles. The photo focuses on two who are sitting next to each other. One has its front right leg on the shell of the other. They have similar coloration to an adult male. End ID)

(Image: a newborn emerging from its egg. The egg is round and white, looking like a ping-pong ball. Only the head of the turtle has emerged. End ID)

Most subspecies of spiny softshell are classified as least concern or near threatened by the IUCN, meaning they are not in danger of extinction. The exception is the black spiny softshell, also known as the Cuatro Ciénegas softshell, which is critically endangered. The primary threats to the turtles is habitat loss due to human activity. Adults have no natural predators outside of the Florida and adjacent state populations, which are prey to alligators. Juveniles are eaten by a variety of animals including fish, snakes, raccoons, and herons. People will also eat the adults. Because it can take a whole decade for juveniles to become reproductive, losses in population take a long time to replace. They have been introduced to areas outside of their native range, most notably the western USA. Most of these introductions are due to people releasing pet turtles into the wild.

(Image: someone holding a juvenile. The shell is 2-3 times the size of the human's thumb. End ID)

[ikaikaaaron]

Tuesday night's selection

Espinosa Habano No. 8 Trabuco

Gordo 6 1/8 x 58

This cigar has a extremely enjoyable medium-bodied cigar that loads the senses with a solid leathery profile, followed by hints vanilla, baking spices and brown sugar.

[pixelpaladin24]

|| So I bought a traveling notebook on Tuesday, and I honestly fell in love with Bullet Journaling again? It has a smøl blank notebook and a smøl dotted notebook, both Hogwarts themed, while the cover is obviously for Slytherin. 🐍 I never thought I'd fall in love with the leathery touch and the smøl size, but it feels just right?

Decorated the front like this (included the specs because I have my personal info on the first page on the bottom 🤣):

I also had plenty of stickers I collected from online, so I put them all in the pocket bag at the back. I love it. 🥹

(I wonder how long it'll last with my ADHD. 😅)

[theshoegirldiaries]

Last week I decided to try some of the new miniature perfumes, samples and full sizes I've been buying recently, so these are my first impressions;

Monday-daytime; Flower Knows Swan Soloist EDT (Swan Ballet Series)

First off I love the bottle, FK never disappoints when it comes to packaging. The swan lid is light plastic, so that part feels a bit cheap, but it's the ribbed glass bottle and the (unusual) colour of juice that I just love. There's something a little sour in the opening, alongside rose and then the rose is all you can smell (so if you don't like that note, don't try this). It's a gentle fragrance, like a lingering rose scent from soap or lotion on the skin rather than perfume. After a couple of hours I could still faintly smell it in the air, but it had almost gone completely from my arm, where I'd sprayed. Others noted my perfume was "strong" today, long after I could no longer smell it. I reapplied after 3-4 hours, but could only smell a little in the air and nothing on my arm.

Monday-bedtime; Anna Sui Fairy Dance Sun EDT (Secret Wish)

Again, what beautiful bottle, the 3 sided shape and fairy topped lid is intriguing, though it doesn't differ much within the Secret Wish/Fairy Dance line (but the perfume colour does, this one being more yellow). The original FD was one of my first Anna Sui fragrances and one I wear a lot to bed, so I chose the Sun version for bedtime too. Both scents are very similar, this one has a slightly juicier, tropical feel, without actually being juicy. I would've liked the juicy (and tropical) part amped up. There's basically no projection and the dry-down is pretty much identical to FD. If you already have Fairy Dance, you probably don't need Sun too.

Tuesday-daytime; KAYALI Sweet Diamond Pink Pepper | 25 EDP Intense

Ooft, it's very peppery. Supposedly a rose scent, though all I was getting was this strong peppery spice and an oud-like, leathery-barnyard vibe. I'll be honest, it was bordering on headache inducing. It really projects and lasts, this isn't one for smaller spaces as it'll choke you and others sitting nearby. I loved the more gourmand, candy sweet dry down on my arm, but sadly the pepper was all I could smell in the air. It's more creamy on my arm which I would like to enjoy without the other part overpowering it. I never got rose throughout it's whole journey.

Tuesday-bedtime; Gucci Flora Gorgeous Orchid EDP

So unlike the other Flora Gorgeous flankers, which all have a dusky, muted tone. I find it hard to tell the other three apart if I'm honest, but this one is stronger and just not the same vibe at all. Apparently there's no banana in it and it's not just the colour of the bottle making me think this, I smell banana. It very much reminds me of a sweeter Maui In A Bottle Sweet Banana | 37 by KAYALI, which contains banana. Very sweet, nothing like the others and banana are my thoughts so far! Note, this was a dab-on miniature, but I've just gotten a sample spray, so I'm keen to see how I get on with that.

Wednesday-bedtime; Flower Knows Alice's Flower Tea EDT (Chocolate Wonder Shop Series)

Oh I like this one, I could maybe spray more next time as there was very little projection, Definitely picked up on the blackcurrant in opening, then the fig/olive smell came later. The dry-down reminded me of something and I realised it was Anna Sui's Mellow Yellow from the Sundae collection-very fruity, pretty, inoffensive. I did also pick up a tea vibe from it.

Thursday-daytime; Givenchy L'Interdit Rouge Ultime EDP

Oh I like this, I definitely get the L'Interdit DNA. The sillage is pure L'Interdit, however the cocoa note is detectable in the background on my arm. My only gripe would be that I want that to be more prominent. I could still smell this on my clothes the next day. I've since worn this several times and I'm really enjoying it, L'Interdit but with a chocolate twist (still wish that part was even stronger though). Also, not as heavy as Rouge.

Thursday-bedtime; Rabanne Olympea Solar EDP

Ok, this is full bottle worthy. I think I might even say this is the best summer-forward fragrance I've tried, I really love it. There's no coconut in it, but I get a really creamy, coconut in the opening, then tiare flower, which can be hit or miss with me, but it's beautiful here. Then I got honey, again this isn't a listed note, but it was most definitely honey, that gooey, decadent, sweetness. It turned very gourmand at that point. This had great lasting power and projection, especially considering it wasn't a spray.

Friday-daytime; Givenchy L'Interdit Absolu EDP Intense

Another dab-on bottle. After Rouge Ultime, this was a bit of a disappointment for me, it's very masculine-cologne-like in the opening and indeed throughout. I wasn't getting L'Interdit from it. It didn't project or last as well as I would expect from an intense EDP. It's marketed as a unisex scent and I'd agree, but as I always say, wear whatever you want.

Friday-bedtime; Dries Van Noten Camomille Satin EDP

This is a sample spray, love the look of the full size bottle (the amber/silver shown above), but I have to be very honest and say this is more than I'd pay for a fragrance (£240 for 100ml, the only size they do). It opens as if 3 different fragrances are competing with each other at once. There's something medicinal/herbal that I found off-putting as I could detect this really beautiful vanilla in the background that I wanted to come through. The dry-down is lovely, a candy-vanilla that isn't too sweet, it's elegant, classy and inviting. It lasts really well, I'm just not keen on the opening, but then again it makes it quite unique. Would this be just another "nice vanilla" without it? I've worn it a couple of times since and agree, I want to skip the herbal bit and for the vanilla to come through quicker and more strongly.

Saturday-daytime; Christian Dior Oud Ispahan Esprit de Parfum (La Collection Privee)

Sillage and longevity on this are insane. I used a sample spray, but the full size (80ml) bottle retails for £380, so it's another pricey one. From memory, the regular Oud Ispahan has a lovely rose note coming through, which I was not getting here. This was just pure oud and too oudy for me (I've learnt it's something I dislike in perfumes). I didn't wear anything at night, because I could still smell this. The next day, I had a lovely pure rose scent on my arm, nothing else, no projection obviously, but it was freaky having not smelt any rose the day before. When I wore the same dress the next week, it still smelt like oud, after being washed! Having previously tried the Ambre Nuit one from this line, these are definitely potent scents and you don't need to spray much, so they would last a long time, but it would still be an investment. I want to get my hands on a sample of Lucky, as that's one I really enjoy the EDP of.

There were a few days I missed because that week wasn't a good one for me, but my take-away is, there's a lot I'm unsure of and need to try again. That's the thing with first impressions, they can change after using a product more. Anyway, Olympea Solar and L'Interdit Rouge Ultime were big hits for me, whilst Oud Ispahan was definitely a miss, but then I'm not an oud fan, so it was no surprise.

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2.27.24 Tuesday

8:41 am

I still have windblow....My phone is still sick on the connectivity on wifi... I have to return this for total repair the button plus some weird hidden buttons that I can't figure out why is it hidden???

I mean there is click button "connect" but it is not clickable...

Uncle Jun is not really helping me but I don't know....Just observing ....

I still need to get a job, I suddenly feel ugly that I wanted a negative 20....I don't know are they all fakes???

They got a chinese genuine queen fake, I wanted a negative 20!!! They got the daughter of Wong? What a fake 20!!! I'm not angry on the daughter of Wong? Coz it is impossible that is Gokongwei daughter the one who applied in Teletech??? SHE BECAME 20!!!

What a fake 20, she got her somewhere in Baclaran but looked like a daughter of Wong or Gokongwei the one who applied in Teletech last week... Are the 20's??? Recruiting the daughter on chinese group having a good status like Wong or Gokongwei...

I knew Mr Wong a long time ago....Supposed to be working in their company but it didn't push through...Tell Borgy to stop getting the chinese having a good status just to rival me...

I feel bad as well coz I accidentally dropped somewhere my pinky Snoopy ring....

They are all for themselves here and for nana...

My fake Uncle Jun is still activated in the world with George's group...

9:59 pm

My Snoopy pointer ring is still with me... But the pinky Snoopy ring, I feel bad, I accidentally dropped it yesterday, somewhere in the jeep or at Lola's Store at the traffic light in Salitran... I feel bad I like my Snoopy rings...

10:03 am

I will share something here I don't like 20's they got so many like me coming from a good status now... You know what I mean? You get my point??? What am I here??? We are not on a good status now... I'm not part of any 20's here... I feel super jealous!!!

10:33 am

I really had yaya's and my point 17 years 20's allowed me to smash by people here and some fakes group as well in Cavite keep on recruiting just to rival me or to compare.

The movement is supposed to be the orginally cute me, they will return me pamper coz I got sick from the previous years, I had mental break down for so many reasons then I mature but still there is a child in me that I can't let go coz you 20's just smashed me and took away my 17 years... You put me in the center to remove my real identity and to be a laughing matter... You allow other women who are on good status to copy without lifting me up, so that I can be seen as well that I was one of the originals.But what you did 20's? You stole, took it away from me recruit then left me here without me lifting even a lil on the life that I deserve...

You are all bullshit 20's!!! My verdict for now get out of my hair coz you don't like me!!!

11:15 am

Thanks in a way on Conduent! I told Alorica that I still had have a good relationahip with my TL and some others and my superiors...

For my angels and for the good friends there in Chinesse world. You made me happy for this...

I got my very first genuine class A LV wallet. I wanted to cry...It is super class A!

Product of HongKong/China... Thanks guys!!!

Thank you for the chinese world and some angels!!! Super class A! It is like a genuine leathery of the actual LV at the LV shop.

Hongkong/China!!!

It is YELLOW--MUSTARD! Yellow means love, jealousy, intellectual or marrying intellectual with someone.

Leathery smells so good!!!

11:36 am

Please wake me up....Bring me to life... I got an alarm clock at Miniso Cartoon Network ;)

I can't sleep forever, I have an alarm clock here angels...

Wake me up... Wake me up, please!!!

I got again my old Hello Kitty,my phone stand...

12:02 noon

I still have windblow... I'm not gonna wait for an another 3 years to make the 17 years to reach the 20 years... Are they all crazy???

12:19 noon

Yeah! There is symbol like my alarm clock wake me up, wake me up but not all the time...

Like I can't wait for an another 3 years to make it that 17 years be 20 years...

If they have "teeth" I have my hair....They don't like me....Please, get out of my hair...

1:29 pm

I'm not a plastics like Uncle Jun... Always observing and the news media from this house.

A friend must have an etiquette... This Uncle Jun is always the negative media man from this house.

2:22 pm

Still, have windblow... Probably Tita Fermin is as well part of Uncle Jun's tunneling here somewhere in Cavite.

8:37 pm

You wanna know everything to copy me or to judge... Just got back from somewhere...

Thanks "Inplay" love you gamers for giving this 1080p on a price I can have...

My coleslaw night angels! You wanna know everything for my detractors... I have my "Italian Vinegar Dressing" wala kang pakelam sa toyo ko!

8:45 pm

I wanted this from the past months, I cried for that and now I got it!

9:59 pm

This Uncle Jun suddenly reacting again on me about his efan that the head of his efan went down that I didn't do anything at all...He suddenly making allegations that why can't you be careful that you moved my efan? Huh? Sometimes I want him be killed...

10:45 pm

I still have windblow... I feel fat and ugly... But I need to move and get a job... Uncle DD is not yet sharing the food fundings here... I still wanna save for my nose perfection and botox and travels...

I will share something here about etiquette on friends... I hate a girlfriend who spied on my x bf's or partner even to their families that having a different agenda... I mean like having sex with the relatives of xpartner or xbf's without telling me coz they are all gone since this windblow came into my life...

It is so ugly to do that...So, ugly that we are on the same family??? Hey! My girl friend, huh? You had spied on my exes partner's that your agenda to steal position.I don't want it Miss Ignaco or Immaculate Conception Academy, whoever you are...

You are putting me down girl...Why will you spy and sex the relatives of my exes or my target bf... Lemme know the logical reason? Huh? Are we having the same surname? I lost my fucking position!

I feel bitterish!!! I feel ugly and fat 17 years...Why! Oh! Why....Tell me...Tell me...

11:18 pm

I have windblow... I feel fat and literally blown-up for nothing and I can't start my diet coz I'm having anxiety for not having a job and will be out of fundings in a lil while... I need money....I feel self-pity...I wanted to have nose perfection and I hate being called ugly and fat.

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Avocado

The alligator pear, or avocado,has a green, leathery rindand flesh that’s soft and blanduntil you add jalapeño,a handful of chopped tomato,and a squeeze of lime. Mash it with a fork,add a splash of tabascoand you will concurthat the avocadomay have skin like an alligator,but it’s sweet and creamy as a pear. Kim M. Russell, 14th November 2023 Image by Marine Sintes on Unsplash It’s Tuesday and…

[returntosaturn271995]

Tuesday, September 5th: Dolly, get me through

It's days like this that make me wish I smoked. Not that I regret having clean lungs and all, it's just something soothing to do with my hands while I look off into the sunset of a hard day's work. Had I been born in any other generation or simply a European country, I would have been a smoker. A leathery, yellow-toothed, halitosis-ridden BABE. Sexy as fuck as I chase the work day into night with my nicotine-shaking hands.

Instead, I had to settle for chewing a thumbnail off and taking one solitary toke of my joint because I have such a low tolerance for weed and am not drinking alcohol this month. Lame.

Today was a productive one though, with or without a little treat after. Dolly Parton's 9-to-5 was pumping from my Spotify while I worked my ass off from 6 am to 4 pm and took a 27-minute run on my lunch break (average pace 9 miles an hour).

Another indicator of things changing? My older pairs of jeans are all too tight. My muscle gain has left the delusional corners of my head and entered reality as they are now skin-tight. I felt proud of my slightly-less-chicken-like legs and threw out my old jeans. It was like the scene from ACOSF when Nesta needs new fighting leathers. In fact, a pair of leather leggings that I got from Aritzia years ago and kept for when I finally "got in shape", now fit me perfectly.

Today's Half-Baked Harvest meal was another bougie toast: I toasted some sourdough bread, coated the bottom with pesto sauce, broke a ball of burrata over it, sliced some rainbow cherry tomatoes, torn basil leaves, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, pepper, and sea salt. Mmmmm.

The guy who asked for my number at Palmy's yesterday followed up with a book recommendation. He's sweet but I'm literally going to therapy tomorrow because of how much I don't trust men. Seriously, I'm considering making any interested men put down a security deposit for all of the emotional damage to my ego. I'll thank him for the recommendation, but no more.

As my spiritual leader, Mathew McConaughey, has taught me: sometimes you need to give people a yellow light so you can have your green light in peace.

He was talking about putting boundaries on people interested in his fame, but either way, we don't feel like having a stranger fuck with our peace.

When I finally allowed myself to shut the laptop, I went outside to the lounger and laid back in my green floral dress with the sleeves and my hair around my shoulders. I meditated for 11 minutes on not letting anger, or any kind of emotion, create a feedback loop. To step back and acknowledge my emotions with compassion rather than step forward with absorption. Then my mind unpleasantly spiraled towards Morgan. It's been a year since we've talked.

I wonder who she's angrier at? Me for telling her the truth in an explosively bitchy way, or herself, for trying to cheat on Nathan blacked out? I suppose it doesn't matter. People leave your life for a reason, sometimes you leave theirs. I'm starting to realize that shit wasn't my fault. And that I probably would never have gotten this healthy if I hadn't stopped being the person I was back then. That includes the people I ran around in vicious circles with.

I forgive her. I forgive myself. No, I'm not reopening that chapter. I don't need everyone like I used to. When you're not your own friend, you'll accept some pretty shitty ones. When you're your own friend, you protect yourself enough that you don't go looking for chaos when you're understimulated. You don't confuse lack of purpose for boredom and you don't confuse boredom for loneliness or sex for company. Or drinking as a hobby.

Or a cigarette for a cherry.

[lazyflux]

Phoenix Chronicles E6

Minor Reign of the Exarchs spoilers. Previous episode here.

The Cast: All members of a Nameless Order out of the American Southwest, who wants to have a heavier hand in helping humanity than the Pentacle might tolerate.

Drakonval. Obrimos hermit-type. Obsessed with crafting a weapon of legend.

Samael. Obrimos Hunter. Obsessed with ridding the city of demonic influences, he works through Church-sponsored hunting cells.

Cherrim. Thyrsus Gardener. She just wants to maintain her greenhouse.

Hel, aka Allan (sleeper cover identity). Moros. Day jobs with the city government, obsessed with getting his father -- a powerful Mage -- to acknowledge him.

Chufi. Mastigos trickster and sneak. On a completely meta-level, this player either wants to be betray, or be betrayed by, her mentor.

Episode 6 The fight in the strip mall parking lot comes to a shattering halt when our uniformed officer causes any earthquake causing Drakonval and Chufi to book it. Meanwhile, in Vermont, Allan Wake becomes obsessed with a spatial warp in the basement of an old family home that no one seems to be able to remember; Chufi joins the scene and uncovers that it is a Ban (Space 3) that seems to be holding the leathery corpse of a still alive vampire with connections to Cananda? Cherrim loses her pinky toe in a fight with mini-van croc before flying away with Power, who we later learn is a member of the Seers of the Throne, an Order that is apparently recruiting. Invited to attend a party next weekend, Cherrim seems less keen to leave her friends and her current Order for them, but learns in an off-hand remark that the Seers have worked with the Nameless Order in the pass. The party recuperates for a few days. Alan's temporary roommate, Gwain, leaves quietly early Tuesday morning, leaving behind a mysterious item and a riddle...

“By Her grace She leaves this Ring, So all might find the Truth they seek."

The news reports over the last couple of days are riddled with questions about the localized earthquake, only to abruptly stop without further investigation or discussion by Monday night.

[ohimesama]

1.31.23 Tuesday

12:48 am

I still have the windblow trap and I really feel fat and ugly and I feel insulted!

I HATE MANALOZ SO MUCH! I hate their cult! I envy them so much for having their own kingdom..

For the guilty fake friends who were able to perfect their down there and super busy doing their fake movement that according to them it is for me or just for themselves...

I have complex down there and my skin is no longer perfect these days due to this windblow trap and wanting to fade me and now I'm fading... I feel intimidated on their perfection and I can't be a friend of perfect skin coz I was the perfect one...

Now, Iost my smooth skin on my legs... I need to do scrubbing again and gluta... I feel so conscious on my butt and my down there is fading coz I'm not relax and we can't open the ac, my pie died again... I feel so ugly and conscious and JP knew my consciousness down there...I want perfection for my self-esteem. I need time ,new space and money in God's time.

I feel insulted on my old friends who were doing their perfection while observing me here becoming ordinary...

I need to scrub and exercise my legs again,in God's time...

I need to work and I need money and bigger money...

I still wanna see donkey & camel....I really feel fat and ugly now and I wanna buy starbucks everyday...

I love my baby.... Tuesday morning...

6:46 am

Done,feeding our other babies here... Mama Neko already had her enmalac vitamins and made her a fresh malunggay soup for her df.

Hmm... Anid is on duty today on Mommy Adnil... I wonder what will happen?

Hmm... Probably, Anid is cleaning the butt bedsore so much that cause the skin to be leathery wet... It is super clean but it can cause a leathery wet on Mommy Adnil's butt bedsore that can be the reason of crack skin again on Mommy Adnil...

When cleaning, drying, & healing the bedsores or any wound you shouldn't clean the excess skin coz it will just start to renew the growth of skin from dermis to epidermis....

Anid was there since last year... Hmm... She didn't know a single thing about the weird gossip in Mommy Adnil's subdivision... Was she aware of the crime gossip?

7:17 am

Was it possible that Mommy Adnil's house was really a ManaloZ follower? Why,angels???

So, that if someone killed or murdered inside there will be no trial. That'z a bullshit!

I care for Mommy Adnil so much... I was always a teacher's pet.. I can never betray my good teachers on me... I can never betray my teachers who cares a lot about me genuinely ....

Their refrigerator is Kelvinator but it is just weird or coincidence? That it was released in the market year 1914...

That founder of Church Of Christ registered their religion organization year 1914 as well...

What am I pointing here? A devil linking...

10:01 am

My moment for today angels...

10:26 am

On my first bf named Rocky, I never really cook coz he doesn't want me to move coz he wants me a mowdel kind wife... But I enjoyed cooking in a way just to chill... Rocky is a doctor angels...

On JP as well they didn't want me to move...We went out and men just cooked food for us women. JP is a businessman and Supervisor somewhere...Not gonna tell... IN AND OUT USA....

On my xhusband named Ryan, I didn't cook coz my body is tired... But it didn't work out and aside from I was really spoiled the time that we had enough money here... This one was a seaman but he owes me a big money. Hoping that he is still a gentleman.

Lil surprises of Hime Sama... I want those kind of partner... They want to preserve my beauty, aside from my body is tired on bouncing...

For the judgemental low minded people, my exes were gentleman... They know that my body is tired....I enjoy bouncing and the latest I love cooking in a way but hoping with a yaya again...

A spoiled will always be a spoiled! But a spoiled also need to learn the hard way... A grown-up thing...

Hoping one day but not in a hurry... I can return myself with dignity and pride...

My work now is really work then you suddenly cared from the heart....But still looking forward to have a better partner again and hoping it will last forever...

11:35 am

I feel intimidated down there coz I was really spoiled... I couldn't just accept women who stole my xfactor on men that I deserve... I don't like women who stole or got my exes for some personal agenda.

I hate that particular group here in Cavite, group of women who took away my xfactor.

I hate church of christ! I hate them so much...

3:19 pm

I still have this fucking windblow trap cult of Manaloz!

I feel self-pity... I need money and bigger money. I wanna buy starbucks everyday and wanna do gluta shots and I want perfection and I want bags. I really wanna see donkey and camel...

I remember that Doc Adoy, I don't like him, coz he wanted to get the trust of my family,the time that I had problem and went to Avida in the house of my crazy Uncle Doods... I just don't like a guy who is making an agenda to be closer on my family just to have me...I want mature man with stability with pretty face like my exes. I want us to move as we are friends or in group,that I'm their friend not my family but I want respect on my family...

8:36 pm

Thank God to Elsie, after a year she is here again... I need to work to continue my therapy on sciatica, an alternative for now... But sometimes getting providence as well... Elsie is really pretty and nice...We've known each other for 3 years now... She got a strong hands and I know she can handle my sciatica for now...I really have pain and she knew it and it is really painful even on my entire left body.

I told her that the pain is like an electricity running on my pelvic going down to my legs... I need a continuous session for this to repair the nerves and muscle and the flow of whatever is inside my body... I need a uterus lift next time...

My personal case:

I feel bitter... I feel fat and ugly and still want to buy starbucks everyday and I want a coffee machine with a capsule.

I miss going out... I wanna see donkey and camel. I wanna do gluta and beauty therapy on my skin. I FEEL SELF-PITY!

[regard-luxury]

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[domesticblisss]

playing dangerous

eddie munson x female reader requested prompt: “hi could you write eddie x reader where reader is the main singer of another band in hawkins and reader’s band invite eddie’s band to perform at some concerts? maybe eddie got a crush on them!! please and thank you!” rating: mature. minors dni word count: 2894 summary: reader is the lead singer of hawkins most prominent band and eddie's former school buddy. what happens when they finally see each other after a few years during a festival? warnings: fluff, smut and the tiniest bit of angst. basically another fix-it fic. oral (male receiving) unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), teasing, dom!reader and switch!eddie, eddie is pussy drunk and reader is cock drunk, deepthroat, spit, pet names (baby, sweetheart and needy boy), aftercare and mentions of weed and alchool, eddie is self conscious about his scars.

Eddie had lost count of how many concerts of hers he had gone to. He always stood there, in the middle of the crowd, right in front of her, earning the occasional wink, which he always hoped were destined to him, not just a stage act. 

She looked like a goddess up there. Tight, distressed black jeans, corsets, leather and lace that accentuated the best parts of her body. Red lips that did wonders to his imagination, sometimes a shade darker, sometimes a shade lighter; her eyes always sported some heavy makeup, a little bit smudged from the sweat, but his favourite always were the dark blue sparkly eyeshadow that contrasted perfectly with her eyes.

God, she’s beautiful. 

Eddie hoped she remembered him. They went to school together, her being one year his senior. She had always been an ethereal being, the coolest person in school, attracting the eyes of jocks and nerds alike. Even with her rock ‘n’ roll exterior, she was fun, the typical extrovert that befriended everyone. 

They had shared conversations a few times before, nothing too serious, she often complimented Eddie’s clothes and his hair, bought weed from him in a few parties and even shared a joint. He still feels the tingly sensation of when her fingers brushed against his. 

After the whole Upside Down issue got out to the world and was finally done for good, Eddie was able to clear his name and got recognised as the hero he truly is, and, as a consequence, Corroded Coffin started to get big. The tuesdays at The Hideout were no longer, they got the main attraction spot on fridays and the former five drunks crowd was now impossible to count, the line at the door sometimes going down the block. 

And that’s how Corroded Coffin got a spot at the first annual Hawkins Music Festival, which was obviously headlined by her band. They had gotten big after she graduated, got a sweet record deal and toured around Indiana. 

The concert ended, the crowd slowly dissipating and Eddie leaving to meet his bandmates backstage with Steve, Robin, Nancy and Jonathan in a row. 

“Hey Munson!” Eddie hears coming from behind him. Her voice holds the same playful tone it had during their high school years. Eddie turns around, anxiety and euphoria taking over him. 

“H-hey!”

She hugs him. A tight, long hug, one that is deemed too long and a bit weird for two people who are barely acquaintances, but god, it felt so right. Her body fit his perfectly, her hair was still a bit wet from the post concert shower she had taken, making her smell like a mix of sweet coconut shampoo and the strong, sexy, leathery scent of her perfume. It was driving him crazy. 

“Corroded Coffin, huh?” she asked as she left his embrace. Her eyes were glowing and her voice full of excitement. 

“Y-yeah.” Eddie is a stuttering mess. The metaphorical hold she has on him was tighter than ever, making him forget the simplest things, even how to speak. She had taken off the heavy makeup and Eddie was mesmerised, she looked like an angel and he couldn’t decide which persona he liked better. Both, both are perfect. Eddie knew she was speaking, he heard her talking excitedly with his friends, something about how good his band was and a party but all he could think about his how perfect she is, how he can still feel her arms around him, how her boobs squeezed against his chest and the fact that his clothes were now impregnated with her perfume. Eddie was whipped. 

“Dude.” Steve elbowed him, waking him from his trance. 

“Yeah.”

She let out a small chuckle that made Eddie blush. “I said we’re having a little after party at that new bar downtown and I asked if you wanted to go. Everybody said yes and we’re just waiting for you.”

The man nodded eagerly. “Of course! Let’s go!”

“Cool.” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the parking lot. The tingling sensation is back, making Eddie relish the softness of her hand and the light pressure of her fingers. 

“Wait!” she stopped suddenly, making him bump into her, his face so close, too close, to hers as she turned around. “Sorry.” Eddie mumbled. 

“Do you mind giving me a ride? The boys are all with their girlfriends and I don’t think there’s any space left in our van.”

“Oh, no problem.” Eddie said and they went back on their way. The voice in the back of his head nagged him, filling his thoughts with one annoying question, and, before he could even stop himself, Eddie blurted it out “Is your boyfriend coming too?”

“Oh Eddie,” she laughed and turned back to him, standing closer, tip-toeing so she could be on his ear level to whisper “I don’t have one.”

Eddie stays quiet the whole drive to the bar, Steve and Robin doing most of the talking, asking her about the band and touring life. 

He feels a bit looser after arriving at the bar, her joy contaminating him. 

“Gotta ask you something, Eds.” She said when his friends left to get more drinks. 

“Shoot.”

“So, my band is going on tour, it’s a little bit bigger than what we are used to, and the record label said we could get anyone we wanted as an opening act. Sooo, I talked to the guys and I, well, we want to ask if Corroded Coffin wants to open our shows?” 

“Are you serious?” Eddie was shocked. 

“Yeah?”

“Of course we want it! Holy shit!”

Steve and the rest of the crew arrive with their drinks just in time and Steve calls for a celebration. They danced, drank a few shots and Steve got so drunk that Jonathan had to drive him home, ending their night earlier and leaving Eddie and her alone. 

They talked a lot, she asked him about the Upside Down and he told her everything, every little detail. It felt freeing being able to talk about it with someone that hadn’t lived it, he was silently thankful that she was away that whole time. He told her about Vecna, about the bats and how they got him, how slow his recovery was and how the town that once hated him, got together to help him. 

That earned him an emotional “Of course, you’re a fucking hero, Eddie.”

The duo stayed quiet for a while, just taking in each other's presence, enjoying the music and the beer. 

“Your hair is looking great, Munson.” she said when she felt it was comfortable enough to change the subject.

“Yeah? Thanks. Yours isn't so bad either.”

“You know, I had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

“What?! Why?!” Eddie asked, almost outrageous. 

“What do you mean ’why’?'' she returned his question laughing. 

“You were literally the coolest, hottest chick in school, you could literally have anyone you wanted, why on earth would you have a crush on me off of all people?”

“First of all, you should think a little highly of yourself,” she said, looking into his eyes, “second of all.…” she trailed off Eddie’s big brown eyes suddenly a bit too much for her. Nervously, she grabbed the full-of-rings hand that Eddie had propped on his leg, holding his own knee, and started playing with the rings. “You were always nice to me, Eds. I know we barely spoke to each other but you always treated me with respect, you actually tried to talk to me about things, you know? You didn’t talk to me just so you could get in my pants.” 

She looked at him again, giving him a little embarrassed smile. “Besides, you were the only person in school that liked the same things as I did, and, well, you’re so fucking hot, that helped too.”

Eddie snorted, her confession making his head go on overdrive. “You think– you thought I was hot?” His voice was borderline ironic, like she had said the most absurd thing in the world. Eddie never had the worst self esteem ever, he was able to score some babes from time to time that admitted he was good looking, but it wasn’t always the best, being called a freak so many times can only do so much to a person’s self esteem. 

“I THINK you are hot, Eddie. Have you seen yourself?”

“Oh.”

On impulse, Eddie kisses her. It’s a weird kiss, all teeth, she’s a bit shocked and doesn’t kiss him back. Noticing her frozen state, Eddie pulls back. 

“I’m so sorry, oh my god I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done this I–“

Her hand swiftly goes to his thigh, holding him in place. “No, no, no, come ‘ere.” Her voice is breathy and the pout she has on her lips is irresistable. 

“Are you sure?”

“Shut up, Eds.” She says as she pulls him back to her and soon her lips are on his. It’s a hot kiss, slow and sensuous. She teases and teases him, little nips on his full lips, her tongue dances lazily against his, and her left hand moves around his torso, tracing his scars and playing with his nipple, while the other one plays with his hair, one particular strong hair pull makes him moan, and she takes this as an excuse to trail kisses down his jaw and explore his neck. Her hand moves down too, from his nipple to the expanse of his stomach, her nail torturously tracing a path down his navel to his happy trail, stopping when she finally reaches the hem of his pants. She bites Eddie’s neck a bit hard, hard enough to make sure he will have a hickey in a few hours. 

“Fuck.” Eddie moans, almost pathetically. Her breathy laugh on his neck and the way her hand hovers but doesn’t touch him turns Eddie into a needy mess. 

“What is it, Eddie?” she says as innocently as one can get while sliding the tip of their nail on someone else's zipper, while that someone else is sporting a raging hard on.

“I ne-need y-you to touch me, please.” Eddie says. Something about her makes him feel like an inexperienced teenager, making him all nervous and needy, making him beg. 

“You want me to touch you?” Her voice is soft but holds so much power, so much authority. She trails the kisses back up his throat and stops at his jaw, alternating between kisses and nips. 

“Please, pleeease.” Eddie begs, his hand going to the one that is playing with his zipper in a poor attempt to make her apply some pressure to relieve his aching cock. She gets up and her hand leaves his dick, the sudden loss of contact making Eddie whine. His eyes are glassy – a mixture of the pain coming from his dick and fear that she might laugh and leave him there – big brown orbs looking up to her wide and full of hope. 

“You are so cute, Eds, so needy.” she giggles and kisses his lips. One, two, three times, before whispering “meet me in the ladies bathroom in five, okay? Knock three times so I know it’s you.” she pecks his lips one more time and leaves. 

Those were the five longest minutes of his life, he drowned the rest of his beer and hers, played with the salt packets on his table and even took a few pictures with some fans. God, he hoped his erection wasn’t noticeable on them. 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

The door slowly opens, her hand snakes around his wrist and pulls him inside. 

“Hi Eds.” she says and wastes no time in locking her lips on his. This time the kiss is faster, hotter, more urgent. Eddie is surer of himself, more imposing. His hands cradle her head, his fingers tangled in her hair. She hurriedly lifts his shirt, breaking the kiss to take it off. 

She is faster than Eddie and when he tries to bring her back for another kiss, she moves down, taking her sweet time to kiss his scars. 

“You are so hot, Eds.”

Kiss

“So bad ass.”

Kiss

“So pretty.”

Kiss

“So fucking metal.”

The gesture makes him a bit emotional. For someone that always seemed so self assured as Ed usually did, the scars still made him a bit self conscious. His hands gripped the counter hard and he had to look away for a bit. 

She notices it and gets to her feet again, hands gently touching his cheeks, making him look at her. 

“We can get the shirt back on if you want.” she says, voice caring. 

Eddie shakes his head and pecks her lips. “You were the first person to ever see me shirtless after everything. I just wasn’t expecting your reaction.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was expecting you to run away.”

The confession made her heart ache and she hugged him, just as tightly as she had earlier that night. 

“Look at me.” she waited until he looked in her eyes ���If anyone ever gives you shit about your scars, you tell me, okay? And I’ll beat their ass myself.” 

Eddie laughed a genuine laugh and held her close, pecking her lips. “Okay.”

“Good. You still wanna keep going?”

“God, yes.” Eddie answered eagerly.

“Good, I gotta take care of my needy boy.”

She drops on her knees again, her nimble fingers going straight to the belt, a small laugh leaves her lips as she sees the handcuff belt buckle and lowers his pants and boxers in one swift move. 

Eddie hisses when the cold air of the bathroom touches his cock. It’s long and thick, longer than what she expected and it stares at her, head red and angry, precum leaking. 

She makes a show out of it, licking one long stripe alongside the vein that ran under his shaft. Playing with his balls, she moved her lips to the head, kitten licks cleaning the precum, the salty taste invading her tastes buds, making her smile. Slowly, she sinks her mouth down on it, Eddie’s breathing getting more and more elaborated. He notices when her free hand goes inside the waistband of her skirt to play with herself,- the small act making his cock even harder -  as her nose touches the unruly patch of hair that covers the base of his cock, tongue moving calmly when she pulls back out. Her movements get faster and faster and noticing that her hair is getting in the way, Eddie makes a makeshift ponytail with his hands. 

Her bobbing gets messier and quicker, almost unbearable to him and she deepthroats him, the gagging almost making him cum.

He pulls her out and one long line of spit still connects her lips to his cock. She licks her lips, smiling when he says “Get up, I need to fuck your sweet little pussy before I burst.” 

Eddie turns her around, making her face the mirror and props her right leg on the sink. He’s fast, lifts her skirt and shoves her panties to the side, sliding his cock inside her in one big thrust. 

“Fuck, Eds, you’re filling me up so good.” she tells him, making her move faster, her hips meeting his halfway. 

Eddie’s hand goes to her neck, lightly squeezing it. He steadies her head, making her look at him through the mirror. 

“Look at us, baby. Look how good we fucking look. Look how good you fucking look, all blissed out, so cock drunk.”

“Fuck Eddieee, I’m gonna– fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m right after you.”

One, two, three thrusts. And they come together, her pussy grips his cock viciously as he spurs hot cum inside her. They ride out their highs together and Eddie pulls out when he feels it became too much for her. 

Eddie looks around for some paper towels and delicately cleans the mess he made between her legs. He goes to clean himself up and she starts laughing and a tinge of self consciousness hits Eddie. 

“What is it?” he asks. 

“Can you hold me?” her voice is low and has a hint of embarrassment. 

“Oh, who is needy now?” Eddie says as he hugs her. He moves her hair, exposing her neck and shoulder blade. Arms hug her waist tightly and lips kiss her exposed skin repeatedly. She laughs at his little jab. 

“This was good, right Eds?” her voice was shy, a big contrast with her usually imposing self. 

“This was perfect, baby. Way better than what I had imagined.”

“You thought about fucking me?”

“Baby, you would call me a perv if I told you how many times I did.”

She laughed at his answer, turning around to cross her hands behind his neck. “Good, ‘cause I’ve lost count of how many times I did too.”

It was Eddie’s turn to laugh. He kissed her, kissed her softly, lovingly, losing track of time while doing it. It’s when they finally broke the kiss to breathe that it downed on them. 

“God, Eddie, we blocked the bathroom.” she giggled. 

“Get dressed,” he said as he pulled his pants up. “Wanna go back to mine?”

“Would love to.”

Fuck, this is going to be the best tour of his life. 

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated 🤎

[lacroixqueen]

sevika tries to make you jealous (18+)

Summary: sevika tries to make you jealous by bringing a bunch of girls to the bar right in front of you

Pairing: bartender reader x sevika

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: jealousy, teasing, messiness, useless lesbians who cannot communicate, salty reader, mean sevika, rude sevika

You were working part-time as a bartender at The Last Drop. You figured it was a pretty sweet gig with solid pay and good hours. But your favorite part about the job was your most loyal patron.

Sevika would usually come in during the middle of the night, plop herself down at the bar, order a whiskey on the rocks, and flirt with you for hours and hours on end. You would be lying if you said you didn’t look forward to her antics every single day.

You loved how she paid attention to your little details. She always noticed whenever you style your hair, or wear a different color skirt, or experiment a bit more than usual with your eye makeup.

You would notice how some butterflies would flutter in your stomach whenever her hand brushed against yours when you handed her the bill, or when her intense gray eyes would flicker over your chest.

Sometimes, after you closed the bar, you would sneak into the stockroom, lock the door behind you, and just touch yourself, imagining all sorts of terrible things Sevika would do to you if you let her.

How good it must feel to have her slam you against the wall and kiss you hard, how rough her leathery pants would feel against you as you rode on her lap.

Ugh. It just wasn’t fair.

You also felt yourself beginning to fall head over heels for her. You were never the type to wear your heart on your sleeve, but she made it so damn difficult not to. Every single time she flashed that stupid smirk, or said a cheeky joke, or told you a funny story, you fought so hard to fight the urge to just lean over the counter and kiss her already.

But in your heart of hearts, you knew it would just complicate things for no good reason. Sevika was a scary lady. She worked for a lot of very powerful people, and knew all the behind-the-scenes secrets of the undercity. She didn’t have time to get invested with ordinary, everyday people like yourself.

Besides, you were more than convinced you were just another pretty face she could talk up at the bar. You weren’t anything special to her. You just had to be okay with that and move on.

It was yet another Tuesday evening. The dinner rush was more or less over. You were drying a scotch glass behind the tab when you heard the soft sound of the front door swing open.

Sevika stumbled in with two very pretty girls on either arm. They ambled on over to the couch pushed against the back wall of the bar. Your eyes immediately glided over to their direction.

It seemed like the ladies were both workers at the Gardens, and Sevika invited them out to drink.

You were straining your ear to gather every last tidbit from their conversation. Something, something Sevika was the best they’d ever had. Blah blah blah about how she fucked her so good. Ugh. Whatever. You weren’t salty at all.

Just be cool, you thought to yourself as you smoothed your apron skirt and picked up a spare notepad from under the counter. Take her order, be in and out. Don’t say anything weird.

You could feel your heart pounding against your chest as you approached the group of women. One of the girls was a very alluring, beautiful redhead. She had one of her legs draped over Sevika’s thigh, pushing her body as close to her chest as possible. The other was a drop-dead gorgeous, petite blonde. Sevika had her mechanical arm wrapped around her waist, smoking a cigar in the other hand.

“H-hello..” you stuttered, pretending not to know Sevika. “How can I help you today?” Your eyes couldn’t help but glaze over her neck, noticing a long line of fresh, violet hickeys.

“Um…” the redhead looked you up and down, very obviously judging your plain bar uniform. “I’ll have.. A cherry bomb and..”

“Oh oh! I want a lemon gin!” the blonde would pipe up, clearly the more bubbly of the pair.

Sevika’s eyes never left your face. She was watching you, meticulously documenting every expression. She wanted to see how you would react.

“Right..” the redhead would finish the blonde’s sentence, starting to kiss Sevika all over her hickeys. “And um.. She’ll have a whiskey on the rocks, please. Thaaaanks..”

You rolled your eyes, jotted down their order, and spun around on your heels to return to the bar. You could feel Sevika’s intense gaze searing into your back, but you didn’t care.

You would be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t a little bit hurt, that you didn’t wish you were the one straddling her thigh, or kissing her neck. But whatever. Sometimes, reality isn’t what you wanted it to be and you were used to it.

You quickly made the drinks, trying your hardest not to focus on the ridiculous moans and giggles that traveled from the back of the bar. You tried to use the sound of the cocktail shaker to drown out the background noise, to no avail, of course.

Once you carried over the wooden tray of drinks, and was about to place it on top of their table, you noticed Sevika’s hands roughly digging into one of the girl’s skirts. For some reason, even seeing that sent you into a never ending spiral of pure jealousy.

“One cherry bomb, lemon gin, and whiskey on the rocks,” you said snarkily, setting down the tray less than gently, and turning back around without another word.

“Talk about rude..” one of the girls scoffed, curling back into Sevika’s arms.

You pushed through the side doors of the bar, leaning against the outside wall of the building in a dimly lit alleyway. You hastily lit up a cigarette, and took in a deep smoke while looking up into the smoggy sky.

You wished you weren’t so sensitive, and that you didn’t care so much. And fuck. Why were you crying? It’s not like you and Sevika were in a relationship or whatever. Hell, you didn’t even know if she was interested in you that way. Clearly not, if she’s bringing in other girls right in front of you.

You crossed your arms over your chest. Shit. Zaun always got so ridiculously cold at night. A few long minutes passed, until you heard the side door creak open. And there she was.

Sevika loomed over you, pressing her forearm above your head onto the wall.

“Shouldn’t you go back inside?” you couldn’t even meet her eyes. But her gaze softened. She could see your tearstained face.

“Nah, I told them something came up,” she replied simply. She noticed you were shivering, then removed her cloak and draped it over your shoulders. “You should take this.”

You ignored her, taking in another drag from the cigarette you held between your fingertips.

“Were you crying because you wanted to sit on my lap instead of her?”

You paused, still looking to the side. Sevika gently grabbed your wrist, causing you to drop your cigarette onto the ground. She pushed your arm above your head, leaning even closer into you.

“You know, sweetheart..” her lips were brushing dangerously close to your earlobe.. “If you wanted something from me, you could’ve just asked.”

“I don’t want anything from you!” you said, pouting a bit. God, you were an awful liar.

“What if I told you I brought those girls in specifically to make you jealous~?” she teased, pushing her thigh between your legs. “Would that change your mind at all?”

She could tell you were blushing hard, even in the darkness of the alleyway. You were biting your lip, trying not to spill all your guts out to her right then and there.

To admit that yes, you were jealous. That it did rile you up. That you secretly wished you were the one she wrapped her arm around. That she grabbed your waist, or kissed your lips, not hers.

“Maybe it would..” you muttered shyly.

Sevika smirked, grabbing you by the hand and leading you out into the main streets.

“H-hey, just what do you think you are doing?!” you cried.

“Taking you back to my place,” she said curtly. “To give you what you want.”

[chucksfavouriteprophet]

The Girl Can Bite Too, You Know - Part 1

Dean Winchester x (Female) Reader

Summary: While trying to keep your business afloat, you get caught in the crossfire of a Winchester hunt and have no choice but to get involved. Much to Dean's enjoyment, you're a feisty one with no intention of letting the monsters get the better of you. Thus starts a whole new opportunity for adventure.

A/N: I'm intending on making this a series, but I've no idea how long it's gonna be just yet. We're just rolling with whatever comes along.

Warnings: Show themed violence and thats about it for this part

Word count: 2,005

The bar should’ve been empty by now - closing time was over an hour ago and it was only a Tuesday night. But the group of road workers had arrived late, and clearly they’d had a tough day and needed a drink. Their faces were pink and leathery from the raging Texas sun and the collars of their hi-vis uniform caked in sweat. It had been a slow evening, so you’d taken the executive decision to send the other bar workers home on time and stay to clean up on your own. Besides, it wasn’t like you had anything better to do.

By the time you’d cleaned each table twice, washed and polished all the glasses, and re-wrote the specials on the board, it was gone 3am. The boys didn’t look like they planned on going anywhere.

“A’rite folks, times up. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to ask you to finish up and move along now.” You gave them a wink from across the bar, hoping not to dampen their moods. The last thing you needed was three rowdy lads messing up your pride and joy. They grunted, one raising his glass towards you in recognition. But 15 minutes later, they were still there, glasses empty now. Swearing under your breath, you walked towards them, cleaning a glass with the apron tied around your waist just in case.

“C’mon guys, I’ve let you stay on later than I ought. Now make a move, please, yeah?” They grunted again, not looking up at you. Great. “Hey, you heard me. Times up. Don’t make me ask again.” You were smiling through gritted teeth now.

“Alright bitch, we heard you the first time.” The one closest to you, with his back against your front, muttered. Nope. You weren’t having that.

“What did you just say?” The anger was clear in your voice now. “Don’t you use language like that to me, in my bar. Now clear out, the lot of you.” You shook your head, staring down at them furiously. The boys chuckled, and the chunkiest of the three stood up slowly to face you.

“Last time I checked, this was a free county ma’am. So me and my fellas are gonna stay here until we’re done. Now, run along and fix us some more beer won’t you, doll?”

Your nostrils flared as you burned holes in his eyes. Seriously, did he think you would be intimated? As if you hadn’t dealt with a thousand misogynistic men like this before?

“Last time. You three. Take your dirty mouths and get out my bar.”

You were met once again by an ugly laugh and he drew closer to you, his peanut breath wafting. By now, his two mates had stepped up behind him. The chunky guy stepped forward, forcing you to stumble back into the bar. Shit.

“Sir, step away from me now.” You hissed but he didn’t budge. His hand came up to wrap around your waist as you took advantage of the moment, swinging the glass you had tucked under your apron round the back of his head. It shattered instantaneously as it met with his thick skull, shocking him into a flinch. Without hesitation, you lent back against the bar, swinging your legs over the top of your head to roll back behind the protection of the barrier. Landing in a crouch, you grabbed the bat you stored under the till just as you were ripped off your feet by the shorter of the three guys. He shoved you up against the back of the bar, sending bottles crashing down onto your head.

"Big mistake, pretty girl," he grinned, flinging a fist straight into your face. Keeping you pinned up, you grimaced through the pain, squeezing your eyes shut to hold the dizziness as you swung the bat blindly but pleased to feel the connection with a solid forearm. These guys clearly fancied themselves tough, but they had zero awareness for what was going on around them. Despite being outnumbered and out-weighted, it was easy for you to gain the upper hand, springing from his grasp as he cried out in pain and sprinting to the other end of the bar towards the giant frame taking prime position opposite the main door. You knocked it aside, using it to hurl towards the third man now making his way towards you, managing to buy you just enough time to access the safe hidden behind it.

"FREEZE, NOW!" You spun round to face them, panting as you pointed the gun straight at them. The one closest to you, the youngest, skidded to a halt and glanced back at his buddies. The one behind the bar held his broken arm close to his chest, while the chunky one was still trying to shake the glass off his head. Watching them now, you knew a firearm was out of their league. They had never expected you to fight back, and they didn't have the skills to push you further. They were just trying their luck, attempting to assert their manliness. At the sight of the gun, the older guys nodded at the younger, who turned back to you with the look of disappointment having been motioned to stand down by his elders.

"We'll be back, sweetheart. Don't miss us too much," he winked, sending shivers down your spine. More shivers of embarrassment than fear, though. Poor lad had probably never even kissed a girl. And probably never would, unless he worked on that wink.

They shifted out the bar, making a point to slam the door after them. You sighed, making sure to put the safety back on the shotgun and place it neatly back in the safe, checking over the portrait before hanging it back up. "Cheers for always having my back, Dad," you sighed up at him as you dusted a few pieces of dust off the canvas.

-

It was late, or rather early, but neither Sam or Dean were tired. Adrenaline was pumping - now they'd figured what the werewolves looked like, they were raring to go put them down. The Impala swung into the dusty gravel car park outside the bar, pulling up sharply under the neon sign.

"Y/N's Bar, huh? Well, let's see if she's in eh, Sammy?" Dean grinned as his brother as he climbed out, narrowly avoiding Sam's rolling eyes.

"Dean, it's gone 3am. This place is closed for sure. Look, we're the only car here." But Dean just shook his head.

"Nope, there's a light on in there. Someone's up for sure." They tucked their guns into their waistbands as Dean pushed the door open, knocking the little bell above making it chime. Sam was right - the place was empty, except for the girl sat up on the bar, ice pack held to her head, a bottle of Jack in front of her.

"Seriously? That gun is still loaded dumbasses. Now clear off before I have to use it!" She yelled, head down still. The Winchesters exchanged a confused glance at one another.

"Woah there sweetheart, think we may have skipped the introductions," Dean crept forward slightly with his arms up and the girl looked up quickly at the sound of his voice. For a second she looked scared, before her face relaxed significantly into annoyance.

"Sorry, thought you were someone else. Look guys, I'm closed, can't you see that? I ain't serving anyone tonight." She slid off the bar, running a hand through her Y/H/C locks and popping the lid back on the Jack.

"We-we just have some questions, if that's alright?" Sam reached into his pocket and flipped open the leather bound FBI wallet belonging to one 'Agent Slovak' while Dean followed suit, flashing that of 'Agent Kiedis'.

"Fine," she dismissed them, not evening bothering to take a closer look at the badges. Waving an arm, she gestured for the brothers to sit while she walked round the bar, grabbing a few glasses. "I hope it's not against the job to have a drink. I've had a hell of a night, so you can't say no." They nodded, accepting gracefully.

"Yeah, you alright there?" Dean nodded towards her busted lip and the black eye that was already starting to show. She snorted, throwing the ice pack down in favour of a shot of whisky.

"Usual business. Nothing I can't take care of myself." She lent forward on the bar and Dean couldn't help but glance down at her tanned breasts pushed in by the black lace that peaked out of her grey tank top. Sam cleared his throat, nudging his brother out of his trance and Dean grumbled.

"So you're Y/N?" The younger Winchester questioned. She nodded.

"Yeah, this is my place. I'm not a total narcissist though, I didn't name the joint after myself. It was my old man's first, I just took it over when he died." She took another shot, wincing slightly as the liquor burned the cut on her lip.

"That him?" Dean pointed at the huge oil painting hanging on the wall behind them. It took up most the shelf in it's outlandish gold frame and was hard to miss. Y/N grinned, pushing two shots towards the boys in an act of encouragement which Dean gratefully accepted, Sam following with only mild hesitation this time.

"Yeah, I painted it when I was in high school, part of a stupid project about heroes or something. It was supposed to be a bit of a joke, but he loved it, put it on display for everyone who came in to see. I was humiliated at the time, but now it's a nice reminder of why I keep this place running when things get tough."

"It's nice," Sam shrugged. "You've got talent." Y/N laughed back at him.

"Nah, it's nothing proper. This joint is my baby now. Although I kinda wanna get her closed and head to bed, so if you guys have any actual FBI questions, now might be a good time to start shooting them." She grinned up and Sam nodded sheepishly while Dean cleared his throat.

"Well, my partner and I are looking for a group of guys. A family, mixed ages. We don't know how many, probably five or six of them. Tradesmen or road workers, something like that. We're wondering if they've come in at all. Would have been wearing uniform, probably workman clothes, hard hats, that kinda thing." Dean straightened his tie and concentrated on keeping his eyes up as he spoke to Y/N. That was easier said than done as she turned round and bent down to restock a shelf, her low waisted jeans dropping down a bit and her tank riding up.

"Why, what they done? Re-laid a road wrong or something? Painted the lines wonky?" She tilted her head teasingly.

"Something...something a bit more serious." Sam croaked out, giving Dean a side eye. "If you could help us that would be gratefully appreciated, then we'll be out of your hair."

She sighed, slouching against the bar. "Well I haven't seen a whole family, but I've seen three of them. Young guys, kids really. I shouldn't have served them but I guessed they'd had a long day and, well, this is Texas. Didn't we all drink before we were legal?"

The brothers nodded, Dean perhaps more so than Sam.

"Anyway, it was late, past close and I asked them to leave. They got rowdy, I don't know, maybe they were bored, didn't wanna go back home to their folks. We had a little scrap I suppose, hence the busted face. But like I said, nothing I can't handle."

Dean glanced at Sam and met his worried gaze, both vividly aware of how lucky Y/N had been to get away with just a scratch. "When did they leave?" Sam questioned.

Y/N shrugged. "Just before you got here, maybe ten minutes or so? That's who I assumed you were when you came in. I supposed they'd be back."

| Part 2 |

[a-shy-blueberry]

The Sorcerer and the Succubus

A/N: For @cyancherub​’s Wheel of Misfortune Collab. Thank you so much @katonshoko​ for betaing!!!!!

Pairing: Nanami Kento x F! Succubus Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Summary: You’re a succubus fascinated by an uptight Nanami Kento who despite being pursued grows increasingly sexually frustrated. 

Warnings: Dom Reader, Sub Nanami, Femdom, Blindfolding, Sweat, Restraints, 69ing, Oral Sex, Unsafe Sex, Creampie, Succubus Reader, Cunnilingus.

Word Count: 5.7k

“Isn’t he just perfect?” You turned and looked at your friend, leathery wings beating behind you in excitement as a grin formed on your face. Your newest target would certainly be a feast, single-minded in focus. In the months you’d been watching him, he’d never had so much as a flirtation with another, though you watched many others try. He would be a challenge to crack in that aspect, but more curious was his career. As a jujutsu sorcerer, he would be able to see your presence and sense your intentions.

“He’s interesting… that’s for sure,” Hina said. Her uneasiness was obvious to you.

“Hina, you’ve got to branch out your prey, you can’t only go for weak-willed incels, they’re barely feeding you,” You lightly smack her shoulder, teasing her. It was true that Nanami Kento was far from typical fare for succubi, but something was drawing you to him, the challenge that he would prove to be.

“Hey! Don’t knock it, the desperation they give off feeds me plenty,” she protested. Indignantly puffing out her chest. “And if you’re so confident about your variety, why haven’t you made your move yet?” She pointed out, waving her fingers at your sleeping target.

“I’m waiting for the right moment,” you huffed. Crossing your arms.

“What moment? Want him to open his window and tie himself up huh?” Hina pressed. She had a point; it had been six months of watching and waiting in the wings as you noted his sexual frustration growing. Any day he could finally break and find someone else, and you’d have to start all over. If you even could, you wouldn’t admit it yet, but you’d grown a tad sweet on the serious man, the way he was a calm presence even among the most chaotic of his compatriots. And the way he looked—. Normally hidden by his suits, but when he would ditch the blazer, and you finally saw all of him, you about swooned. His broad shoulders and thick biceps sent your head spiraling as you watched him in action. The ridiculous control over his body he displayed and strength as he fought had you dripping. So, if you were too patient with him, it wasn’t your fault, he was just too fine a specimen not to savor.

“I’ll know it when I see it,” you answered but you knew your time was ticking by quickly. Your friend gave you a sympathetic look, turning away and taking off to find her prey for the night while you watched your target. The serene way he looked while sleeping, all the stress of the day melted from his face. He was so pretty like this, completely at ease. You just wanted to take his troubles away, melt his frustrations with your touch. Soon, you’d make your move soon.

It was an ordinary Tuesday night, like the many you had watching Nanami. You were perched on the top of a streetlight, watching from afar as he checked out a disturbance that had been reported. Careful to keep your distance, but tonight you were extra hungry, falling in line just as close as you could. Right when he turned and looked you dead in the eye, causing you such a fright you fell,  straight down from off the light, wrapping your tail around it just in time to keep yourself from hitting the ground, but creating a ruckus as you flapped your wings trying to get yourself upright. Of all the first-time meetings you had imagined, making an utter fool of yourself was not one.

You flapped your wings harder, waving your arms as you tried to grab onto the lamppost. Till a sound halted your actions. A chuckling from below you. You stilled, arching your neck to get a good look, and there was your prey— laughing at your struggle.

“You know it’s rude to laugh at someone struggling,” you said, feeling the blood rush to your head from embarrassment and hanging upside down. You put your hands on your hips, trying to look as imposing as one could from this position.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “It’s just I’ve never seen a succubus with so little grace,” he said. Your face felt like it was on fire. You sputtered at him. He was making fun of you! You swore to Lucifer, you were gonna make him pay for that. “Do you need some assistance?” you were going to make him pay after he helped you down.

“I think that’s the least you can do after laughing,” you grumbled, still annoyed at yourself for the way things turned out.

Nanami put down his blunt sword, stepping a little bit under you, and lifted his arms, to catch you.

“Do you think you can slow your descent at all?” he asked. You nodded, stretching out your wings flat and angling yourself as best you could to end up horizontal when you unwrapped your tail. You looked down nervously, almost sure you were about to crush the prize you’d been after for so long. “Whenever you’re ready,” he said, it was hard to read his expression, the goggles he normally wore, obscured so much of his expression. You swallowed nervously and unwrapped your tail. Your wings caught the air as you glided down, curling them into your body at the last minute as you fell into Nanami’s arms. He was just as sturdy as you thought, and so very warm all around you, his arms holding you with ease, and yet gentle. Like you were glass. You swallowed nervously, staring up at his face.

“You’re surprisingly stronger than you look,” you said. He met your gaze, the reflection of his glasses giving you nothing.

“Hmm you’d think after all that time you spent gawking after me, you’d have a better estimate of my strength.” He set you down on the ground and started walking away. Your mouth fell open. Chasing after him, your thoughts raced. He knew the whole time! Your head felt dizzy, your embarrassment and the sudden shift in blood making you feel faint.

“How long..?” you started to ask.

“Well, I noticed about six months ago, you’re not exactly subtle. Granted I don’t think that matters if most people can’t see you.”

You felt sick, all those months of peeping curiously at him. You had seen all of him, and he knew the whole time….Had he been showing off?

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, your voice growing small.

“Because I knew why you were following me,” Your eyes widened, he said it so matter of factly.

“And…” you prompted.

“I wanted your help.” You stopped in your tracks, staring at him, face completely slack. Nanami turned around looking at you. “Well come along then,” he said.

Despite watching it from afar for so many months, Nanami’s apartment still floored you. It was unsurprisingly tidy, decorated in a modern but simplistic fashion, with a few plants here and there to add some color. He guided you to the kitchen, motioning for you to sit down as he made you both tea. You wiggled slightly in your seat, your nerves taking effect. The kitty cat mug currently sitting in front of you seemed to be mocking you, its smile eerie.

You cleared your throat, unable to take the silence any longer.

“You said you needed my help?” you asked. Nanami hummed in assent. Filling both your cups before setting the teapot back.

“Wanted, I wanted your help, not need,” he corrected. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine you wanted my help, what does that mean? you said trying to keep the edge of your voice. Who knew your crush could be so annoying.

“Ah...” his face flushed. He took off his goggles, setting them next to his mug. His hand came to rub the back of his neck as he started to speak. “You sense sexual frustration, that’s correct, yes?”

You nodded. Already feeling waves of nervous energy coming off of him.

“And you feed off of indulging people with that sort of…issue?” he looked at you. This wasn’t the man you’d been watching for so long. His assuredness in himself was diminished, tracking your face looking for something from you.

“Yes, that’s true,” you said. Your confusion grew more and more as this conversation continued.

“And traditionally… you take the lead in that endeavor, right?” Realization dawned on you. The exponential frustration from someone that everyone threw themselves at, cooing and simpering under his gaze.

“Nanami? Do you want to be dommed?” You asked, and he choked at your bluntness.

“Ah yes, I suppose that is what I was getting at,” you couldn’t get over how adorable he was. His face flushed as he acted like he was suddenly immensely interested in his mug. You stood up, fixing your lingerie. Making your way over to him, turning him to face you. Caressing his face with your hand.

“If I’m gonna do this, I need to see your pretty face.” You watched as the blood rushed to his cheeks. “And you’re going to need to tell me exactly what you want,”

“I want that,” he interrupted. You nodded slowly, taking his hands and rubbing your thumbs over his knuckles.

“We’re going to go slow, alright?”

Nanami nodded and you leaned forward, kissing him on his cheek. 

“Get some rest, we’ll make some arrangements to work this out,” you said. Nanami cocked his head looking at you with utter confusion. 

“You’re still new to this, I need to make sure you’re comfortable with me before we get into this. You stood up moving towards the window, opening it before exiting, turning to look at the blushy mess you were leaving behind, “And I should remind you, you’re not to touch yourself till I say so,” Nanami blustered, a thousand words falling out of his mouth once as he protested the insinuation but you just laughed, taking off into the night. 

“Are you familiar with the red light green light system?” you asked, meeting his gaze till he responded.

“Green to go, yellow to pause, red to stop,” he said, and you nodded.

“Precisely, hard nos?” you asked. He gave you them. 

The two of you had opted to meet at a local diner, which meant you had to stop by Nanami’s apartment prior, your lingerie was hardly appropriate for out in public according to the man but you hardly thought what you were wearing now was any better. 

You had borrowed one of his dress shirts, something that engulfed you, falling to mid-thigh, and a belt cinched at the waist. Nanami had handed it to you with insistence, two slits already cut in the back for your wings. Your black thigh-high boots were deemed still wearable. You honestly weren’t sure how you looked, staring at the outfit in the mirror, adjusting the buttons. You had glamored your wings and tail for the day, and you felt strange without them.  But based on the reaction he’d given you when you walked out, you figured you looked pretty good. Nanami, standing still with shock until your hand came to wrap around his tie and drag him behind you as you exited his place. 

Sipping on your milkshake, you swirlied the straw around in your mouth as you looked at Nanami, he was even cuter in person, you thought to yourself as he hovered over you with a napkin, dabbing at the milkshake around your mouth before continue to discuss with you various boundaries. 

Tail yanking was out the question but stroking it or your wings was acceptable, similarly, you could pull his hair but only lightly, and he wanted to eat you out— you raised an eyebrow at that, surprised by his insistence but he merely leveled you a look and you knew he was being serious. 

At the end of the date, you left him with longing yet again, kissing him this time as you pressed him against the wall of the alley behind the diner, pressing the length of your body against his, feeling the way he shivered under your touch. But you pulled back, giving him a soft smile. 

“Soon Nanami,” you promised and he grimaced.

“Please call me Kento,” you were startled, surprised by the familiarity but nodded anyway, a smile breaking out on your face. 

Nanami invited you over to his apartment, since it wasn’t public, you wore your typical garb, a black lacy set that accentuated your body. You felt confident, sexy, and you had a strong feeling that tonight would be time. The way Nanami stared at the length of your calf when you slid out of your thigh-high boots only had you more certain of that fact. 

When you walked in, the lights dimmed low, candles lighting a path to the kitchen, Nanami guided you, a hand on the small of your back. Sitting you on the island before returning to the stove, checking on dinner. 

You hummed happily, appreciating the sight before you, his suit jacked ditched, just a tie, and his blue button-down tucked slacks. He lifted a spoon from the pot on the stovetop, turning toward you and feeding you some. Your eyes widened as you tasted the dish. 

“Wow Kento, you’re an amazing cook!” he hummed in assent before turning away, hiding the faint blush that formed on his cheeks from you. 

When the dish was finished he turned off the stove, serving up the food, the both of you eating at the island still facing each other, making light conversation. When you finished you were warm and happy, excusing yourself to the bathroom. You ran a hand through your hair, fixing your appearance in the mirror, knowing that the time was right, but you couldn’t help but feel a little sad, knowing you wouldn’t get to see him anymore. It'd be insane for anyone to want anything permanently with a succubus. Once this urge was fulfilled you’d part and you’d find someone else to prey on, and Nanami someone else to fulfill his needs. You shook your head, willing the tears down. You couldn’t afford to be this attached to him. You checked your appearance again, exiting the bathroom to see Nanami perched on the armrest of the sofa, twiddling with the end of his tie as he waited for you. How could he be so cute? He was making your heart clench. You walked towards him, resting your hand on his shoulder

“Where is the bedroom?”

He pointed it out to you and you took his hand, guiding him up and towards the room. 

You guided him till he was seated back on the bed, crawling into his lap. You started by removing his tie, letting the silk slide against his neck. You dragged your palm along it, winding up the ends. 

“Have you been good for me?” You asked, playing with the tie in your hands. Nanami nodded, his gaze meeting yours. 

“You didn’t try to touch yourself?” Nanami nodded again, this time more vigorously. 

"And how do you feel about being blindfolded?" Nanami's eyes snapped to yours, his pupils dilating. 

"If that's something that you want," he said, his voice rasped. He looked down at the fabric in your hands

"Ah ah ah," you tutted. You grazed your fingers along his chin guiding it until he faced you, you leaned in, your breath grazing along his mouth. "If we're going to do this, you need to tell me exactly what you want, honey." You watched as his adam's apple bobbed, his eyes desperately trying to look anywhere but at you. You seated yourself more firmly, your clothed cunt dragging along his obvious length. 

"Kento," you chided, your voice soft. You were still just a breath away, waiting. His eyes fell shut, lost in the sensation and then he spoke. 

"I want you...to tie me up," he started. "Take what you want from me." Your lips met his, and you let go of the tie. Your other hand, coming to wrap itself in his hair. You tilted his chin up, deepening the kiss before leaning him back till he was flat against the bed, your body arched over him possessively as you attacked his mouth. Your tongue swiping against his lips till he opened them. He moaned as his tongue entered your mouth, running against your teeth before you took control again, your tongue stroking against his, while your hands started working on the buttons of his shirt. Exposing his chest to the cool air before running your hands across the expanse. Fingers pinching at the tender buds then working their way down lower. 

You broke the kiss for a moment, Nanami protesting as you slid off of him and off the bed. You took his legs, scooching him the rest of the way onto the bed, climbing back onto the bed with him as you untucked his shirt from his pants, your fingers moving next to fumble with his belt, extracting it quickly, then moving to his fly, undoing the button. You looked up, Nanami panting as he watched you, you smiled at him and your hands stilled. Nanami’s breath hitched, you inched closer, working him out of his button-down, pressing your lips to each new inch of exposed skin. When the shirt was off, you wrapped it around the bed frame, securing his wrists with the sleeves. You checked your work, making sure it was loose enough but still secure. When you were satisfied, you grabbed the tie, running the silk up his chest, his neck, his face, and covering his eyes and tying it behind his head. You pressed your lips to his forehead. 

“For this next part I’m going to need you to tell me what feels right, can you do that?” 

He nodded and you moved again, situating yourself till you straddled him, your core sitting just above his cock, you leaned over, your lips pressing to his neck, sucking on the tender flesh before biting down lightly. You could feel his pulse quicken under you as his breath grew more ragged. 

“I liked that,” he told you and you moved to the opposite side of his neck repeating the action as he moaned under you. You trailed your tongue down, lapping at the sweaty sheen of his chest, tasting the salty essence as you absorbed his desire, feeling fed for the first time in months but you were insatiable. You wanted more. You wanted all of him. Swirling your tongue around his nipples, drawing them into your mouth and sucking, you fed on him. Nanami arched into your mouth panting as little noises escaped his mouth. 

You didn’t linger long, scraping your nails down his abs and kitten licking each scratch, tonguing each indention. You moved back, resting on his legs as you kissed the sensitive skin of his tummy, watching the way he jerked at the attention, tension held in his core. You swirl your tongue down his happy trail, peaking into the waistband of his underwear. You unzipped his fly, moving off of him to yank his pants down, appreciating the way his package cut in the tight black boxer briefs he wore. 

You slipped off your panties, then shrugged and ditched your bra as well. Turning around you settled on him again, this time hovering your cunt right near his mouth, the feel of his breath on your cunt driving you crazy, you backed up a little more and without a word, Nanami went to work. His tongue lapping at your cunt sloppily, circling your clit only briefly before diving in like a man starved. You steadied yourself trying desperately to not get lost in the sensations he was giving you as you settled your mouth over his cock, licking and sucking his dick through the fabric, his hips bucking into you, you leaned forward trying to get a better angle only to hear a growl behind you. Your head snapped behind you, the sight of Nanami, your slick and saliva dripping down his chin as he frowned, his eyes still covered by his tie.

You giggled, wiggling your cunt closer to him, his tongue shooting out to try and graze your slit. You moved away, only to hear him growl again. He was just so cute like this. You acquiesced, settling in front of you as Nanami hummed happily, lapping at your sex, his tongue drawing your clit into his mouth, he moaned around it, sucking hard before releasing and eating you out again.

You returned your attention to his cock, grabbing onto the waistband lifting it up to peak. His cock stood to attention, already half-hard. He was ridiculously pretty, blonde hair trimmed close, sturdy and thick, the base flaring slightly, and you could feel a vein running along the underside when you reached in to tease him.  You set the waistband under his balls, and wrapped your hands around his cock, starting with slow movements, you guided the tip towards your mouth, closing your lips around it, you moaned, the salty taste of him delectable, you let your tongue fall out, lapping at more of his length. You began working him, your hand taking over  where your mouth couldn’t reach, already eager for your meal. You traced the vein up to the tip of his cock, letting your throat relax as you pushed towards the base of his cock. You could feel your cunt clench as you moved down. 

You had been right, this man was more than worth the wait. The flavor of him intoxicating every scent as his desire swirled around you continually spiking for you. You swallowed around his length, your chin tickled by his happy trail as Nanami wiggled under you, trying to buck into your mouth as he moaned into your clit. You started bobbing up and down, increasing your pace, the noises behind you growing louder and louder as you focused on getting him to reach that peak. Nanami attacked your cunt with similar fervor, flattening his tongue into a point as he thrust into you over and over, timing it with your strokes. Time slowed as you fucked each other, both racing to make the other cum, you could feel that coil in your belly growing unmistakable close just as his balls tightened, you had enough presence of mind to force your mouth all the way down his length, coming apart on his tongue as he emptied his load into your mouth. Your legs were shaking as you pulled off his cock with a pop, rolling off of him, panting as you came down 

“Kento, you are scarily good at that,” you panted, he just smiled, lifting his head to rest on his restrained arms. 

“Are you ready for more,” you asked. 

“God yes,” he breathed. 

“And the restraints are okay still,” you checked them over, making sure he didn’t inadvertently tighten them. Nanami nodded. 

You brought your hands to the blindfold, lowering it to reveal his pretty brown eyes. He blinked up at you, smiling when you came into focus. 

“Hey there,” you said.

“Hey,” he replied, his smile getting wider. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his, you could taste the salty flavor of yourself still on his lips and it thrilled you to no end. 

“Wanted to see you for this part,” you said, rocking your hips, sliding your cunt up against his length. Nanami groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as you moved back and forth, so close to where he wanted to be but not there yet, you watched as a shudder rocked his whole body. Continuing the motion, you worked him up till he was fully hard again, pulsing hot against your core. You moved your arm between your legs, grasping onto his length and running the tip on your hole moaning as it caught the tight ring of muscle, your hips jerked, taking him into you. You let out a noise, taking him deeper.  He was so much bigger than you could’ve imagined now that he was stretching you out, a burn emanating as you worked yourself up and down, swirling your fingers to capture your slick and coat his length more. Even prepped as you were, it still took several strokes before he was fully seated inside you. 

“Oh honey, you’re being so good to me,” you said, taking your other hand to stroke his cheek as the two of you panted together, still as you adjusted to the fill. Your inner muscles fluttering around his cock, forcing him to grit his jaw as he held back, held above him the veins of his forearms popped out as he gripped the shirt tighter. You rolled your hips experimentally, delighting in the bruising feel,  you angled yourself lifting up, leaving just the tip in, hovering for a minute, taking in the way sweat was forming in the furrow of his brow as he desperately held back, trying so hard to behave for you. You decided to take mercy on him, lowering yourself to bounce on his cock, one hand behind you to brace yourself as his length hit you over and over the pain quickly turning to pleasure, your head falling back in pleasure. Your other hand traced down his chest as you continued to ride, tickling the soft blonde hairs sprinkled across, nails scraping down as he writhed under you pulling against the restraints. His eyes screwed shut as he bucked up into you. 

You took both hands, placing them on the bed framing him as you leaned forward, forcing his hips to still as your strokes grew harsher, slamming down onto him faster. He just let out a moan, his legs shaking as you chased your second orgasm, you leaned in closer to Nanami, your breasts in front of his face, his tongue shooting out to capture your breast, closing his lips around the aching bud. Sucking hard as you arched into his mouth.

“Fuck Kento, just like that,” you encouraged. Hips rolling you sped up your movements, so close to the edge you could almost taste it, Kento below you moaning around your nipple. You brought a hand down, encircling your fingers around his wrist, and brought it between your legs. He took to it immediately, lavishing your bud in attention. His fingers were like magic, stroking you just right and you fell over the edge, your cunt fluttering around his cock as you stilled, letting your orgasm wash over you. The warm wet sensations of your inner muscles contracting sent Nanami over the edge as well. His seed shooting up into you, as he came with a grunt. 

Afterwards you sat together for a minute, basking in the afterglow. You untied Nanami and rolled off of him, letting his dick slide out, the warm tingling sensation luring you to a sleepy state. Shaking it off you prepared yourself to get up to leave Nanami and never see him again. You must’ve lingered too long, basking in the final moment as the second you moved, you felt arms wrap around your middle. 

“Thank you,” he said, his head coming to rest on your shoulder. He kept his arms around you, guiding you back into his grasp. 

You swore to Lucifer, you wanted him so bad, but you knew your heart would break even more if you let yourself stay even a second longer.

“I have to go,” you said, feeling the hot burning of tears that threatened to fall. Making this easier for him, then he wouldn’t have to exorcise you. A jujutsu sorcerer and a succubus, what on earth had you been thinking. You had to get through this, he was prey, you used him for your pleasure, and he used you for his. There was nothing more to the two of you. But the thumping of your heart made a liar out of you, the butterflies that filled your stomach with the way his strong grip held you close, the musky scent of him pleasantly circling your nose. 

“Stay,” he said. 

And you couldn’t say no, your heart and body longing for just that. You laid down facing him and he pulled you close to his chest, his fingers stroking your back as you drifted off 

The next morning you awoke alone. The bed had long gone cold, the spot next to you empty. You curl your legs into your chest, bringing your arms around to hug yourself. At least you got to enjoy him one final time. The memories of him holding you close would have to suffice. You recalled his smile, the way he always looked at you with this puzzled curiosity. As if he was bemused by your presence. You let yourself mope for a moment then got up, gathering the discarded pieces of your lingerie. You had no desire to wear any of this, let alone walk out of the bedroom and find his apartment empty and barren too. Debating your options, you decided on raiding Nanami’s closet. Fingers grazed the variety of silk shirts, the blue nearly blinding in such a high quantity. You kept looking, eventually, in the back, you stumbled upon a soft gray tee, you pulled it over your head. It was similarly large as his other clothes, easily covering you but old enough that the collar was stretched enough that your wings could peek out the neck. 

You turned, walking towards the window, taking a moment to look out at the bright blue sight, steeling yourself for what came next. 

Just then the door burst open, and you squawked, falling flat on your ass!

Nanami entered the room, his brow furrowed when he found you on the ground. He set down the tray in his arms on the bed, then moved to help you up, thoroughly inspecting you as if he would find any damage other than your bruised ego. His hands traced the edge of his tee as he pondered you and you felt yourself curling inwards. 

“You look nice,” he said “But…” he turned you around, reaching back onto the tray to grab scissors. Before you knew it, he’d cut the shirt, setting down the scissors, and gently guiding your wings back down into the shirt and through the holes. 

“More comfortable?” he asked, turning you back around and looking you down. You nodded, you hadn’t even noticed the ache that had been forming across your neck and around the base of your wings. You peered over his shoulder at the tray he brought. It was littered with food. 

“Ah that, I thought I’d make breakfast for us.” He moved his hand to rub the back of his neck as though he was embarrassed, a light dusting of pink forming on his cheeks. Surely not, surely he wasn’t- you couldn’t even form the thought. 

“Were you trying to leave?” he asked and you ducked your head, embarrassed you had been caught. Nanami took your hands in his, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. His mouth hovered by your ear, his breath hot. 

“When I asked you to stay I meant it,” he whispered and you felt your eyes widen. 

“But I’m a-”

“Yes.” Nanami interrupted as if that was completely irrelevant. 

“And you’re a-”

“I don’t care,” Nanami interrupted again. His hands came up to frame your face. He looked into your eyes, his gaze intense and determined. 

“Look, do you like me,” he asked point-blank. You gulped and nodded. 

“I think I might love you,” you said. The words were soft, barely above a whisper. They hung in the air, the moment paused as Nanami gave you an unidentifiable look. Then he shut his eyes, taking a breath. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, the anticipation making you shake.

Suddenly his lips were on you; harsh as if he was pushing everything he felt into one singular kiss. Then like that it was over as he pulled back, your head reeling. 

“Y/N, I know I love you,” he said. You blinked at him rapidly. 

“Sorry, could you repeat that, I think I short-circuited?” Nanami laughed, the sound was deep and uplifting making you smile as you started to laugh too. 

“I love you Y/N.” Your hands came up to cover your mouth, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You threw your arms around his neck, pecking at him with your lips, determined to kiss every inch of this man. 

“I love you too Kento, so much.”  

6 Months Later 

“Ah if it isn’t my little domesticated friend,” Hina said, her wings flapping as she landed on the roof of your apartment building. The two of you still met up whenever she had a target in the area. So long as she continued to just feast and never kill, Nanami was fine with her too, even inviting her over to dinner. Something you promptly insisted never happen again when Hina proved incapable of keeping her hands to herself.

“So how’s mortal life treating you?” She asked and you rolled your eyes. You were hardly living a normal mortal life, working side by side with Nanami or even solo hunting curses that plagued mankind. The work was exhilarating at first but it was the helping aspect that you soon fell in love with, seeing the way people’s burdens were lifted after you took care of a curse. 

You talked with Hina for a while, swapping stories and catching up on news. When night came you bid her goodbye. Watching as she took flight off to find yet another victim. 

You walked back down to your apartment. Opening the door to find Nanami just about to start dinner. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him back towards the island before leaning against it, turning him around, and kissing him.  Your hand came to rest on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees, and swung a leg over his shoulder.

“Eat,” you commanded, and Nanami got to work, pulling aside your panties to dive right in. 

Yeah, you had made the right decision to stay.

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