#and the coat is some fancy off the shoulders deep black one

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I need fics of Harry/Harriet dressing up a bit and it makes everyone else lose their minds

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Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!reader

Chapter 1

After a series of misfortunes you've found yourself in debt to Arno, a human trafficker operating in London. You work at his club, dancing and escorting, only to find yourself deeper and deeper in debt. One night you arrive at Nikolai's. He's handsome, abrasive, gross, tender at times and he might be the most dangerous man you've ever met.

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, cockwarming, body inspection, piv, Nikolai is evil but also kind in his own weird way

Masterpost

"Clothes off... all of them," A thick Russian accent said from the intercom. You looked up at the camera in the corner. He must have seen you hesitate, "I already paid. Don't waste my money."

It never got easier. The degradation and humiliation of stripping for strange men, being used like a toy and forced to pack yourself back up into your box till next time.  It'd been almost a year now. As you dropped your coat to the floor your anger and shame hit the ceiling. You'd trusted your ex, he promised to help you when you lost your job, when you couldn't pay rent, when you needed to borrow money. You moved to London for better opportunities now you were in some stranger's house waiting to be used. You'd lost track of how deep in debt you were to him and his 'friends'. 10k? 20k? It made your stomach clench.

"Don't cry. You'll fuck up your makeup." is what those cunts back at the club would always say before you got in the car to a client's.

Marcus, your ex, now trafficker, hammered it in that this was a very important client. Probably another criminal. A rich one at that. His house was more of a warehouse. Large, stretching for almost an entire block. Nondescript from the outside beyond the vault like door and fancy keypad, one you were given a code to on the way there. 

"Turn around," he ordered when the last of your clothes hit the floor. Checking for a wire or weapons you guessed. Knowing you were being watched like this made your skin crawl but it was better than being groped immediately on entry.

The room you were locked in was more of a safe room with steel walls and thick doors. One leading outside and the other leading further inside. No windows, just the camera, an intercom panel and a white gift box that sat on the floor. 

"New clothes in the box. Put them on."

It was a too small lacy bra and matching too small panties. A washed baby blue, all mesh so you were fully exposed. There was a loud buzzer and the door unlocked.

Inside was nice. Made to look like a palace. Wood floors covered in large red patterned rugs. The walls had large paintings you recognized from an art history class years ago. You couldn’t tell if they were real or not. The details were obscured by the darkness. There was only one light on in the hallway, a door was opened down the way. It was a maw that beckoned you toward it. 

You stood at the threshold. The living room was equally extravagant. The walls were painted a wine red lacquer, almost mirror like. The ceiling had complex molding, painted the same color as the walls. The windows were all blacked out with heavy velvet curtains. It felt cold in this room. To the left was a large bar with more bottles than you'd ever seen in your life. To the right was a large couch and projector screen. Soviet era antiques were scattered about. It felt more like a palace than a home. A palace for some dark god, one that ruled pain and death. 

"You're prettier than the photo." You jumped at the voice. He was so quiet you didn't notice him on the couch. He was big, obviously tall but muscular with wide shoulders. He had a layer of fat that only worked to increase his intimidating stature. Dark hair slicked back with a widow's peak. Stubble covered the bottom part of an aged face. He wasn't old, older yes but whatever business he was in had aged him around the eyes. Dark eyes that hid any emotion from you.

He snapped his fingers and motioned for you to walk over. He had a cigar in the other hand. The smell filled the room. 

"Good. You follow instructions. More than I can say for the last one Arno sent me." He motioned for you to spin around again, giving your ass a light spank and laughing when you yelped. "You fuck anyone else today?"

"No," you shook your head. He blew cigar smoke at you, watching the silver bisect around your middle.

"Good. I'd hate to waste more time cleaning you out. They never do a good job at that." He put his cigar in the ashtray beside him. "On your knees."

"What's your name?" He asked, making space between his legs for you. You answered softly, a lie. Never give them anything was what another girl told you. Give anything and they’ll take until there’s nothing left. Even your bones could be used to pick teeth. He held your chin between two fingers, moving your head around like a doll. "Open your mouth."

He leaned forward, looking inside you. A thumb hooked over your bottom row of teeth. It tasted like tobacco and sweat. You'd learned to hold back gags long ago. 

"I don't like girls with rotten teeth." He ran a finger over your teeth, top and bottom, occasionally pressing on one.  He frowned, "Stop shaking. I'm not going to hurt you."

A lie, most likely. Men always said that before fucking you, like they could believe you were there willingly, like they didn't pick you out of a catalogue of girls. You clenched your fists in your lap and willed the fear out of your bones. Docile thing, something to be eaten to the core. You were always good. Arno controlled his girls with an iron hand. You’d heard the beatings other girls got when they disappointed. There were clients who had girls sent to them yet never returned them. Disappointing girls got sent there. Sacrifices to the gods of gold. Arno always wore gold.

"I like girls who like you." He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed your jaw shut. "I paid to have you till morning. Make it worth it."

He leaned back with a sigh, grabbing a remote and turning on the projector. A hockey game flicked onto the screen, the noise from the stadium coming from speakers you never saw. 

"Is there...uh...anything you want me to call you?" Men liked all sorts of names. Daddy, Master, Sir. Rarely creative, often repeated. Some used their real name but not many, no one wants the risk of their whore becoming too mouthy. 

He looked down at you, like he already forgot you were there.

"Sir, when you answer my questions. Kolya, when I fuck you." He undid his belt and spread his legs wider. You knew your job. He picked up his cigar again as you undid the zipper on his pants.

He laid a hand on the back of your head, pressing down your hair. "Just keep me warm for now. Don't want to miss anything."

You took a deep breath before taking him into your mouth. He was thick and uncut. Intimidating even half hard. He didn't push as you worked your throat open, slowly bobbing your head. Sometimes men would ply you with liquor, help you to relax a bit more. You wish he had. The mix of salts from precum and skin filled your senses. A hesitant hand moved to rest on his thigh for leverage. He didn't shake you off. 

You glanced up at him when you took him to the hilt. Hoping for some sign of approval, not for your ego but the sake of your security. Men in pleasure were less likely to be agitated. 

"Good job, Kotenok." He rubbed his knuckles across your cheek, gold rings cooling your skin. He let you rest against his thigh, nose tickled by his dark pubes. Cigar smoke, the drone of the tv and the blood rushing around your head started to calm your nerves. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as awful as you thought.

He thrusted lazily during every commercial break. A hand holding your head steady against his thigh. He chuckled when you gagged. Everything was in Russian so you couldn't follow the game beyond his angry or excited, more so angry, ad libs.

He finally sighed and turned off the tv. He tapped your cheek softly.

"Kotenok, I need you to make me feel better about my team losing."

He made you walk ahead of him, directing you towards his bedroom. His dark eyes dug into your spine. A step below you and still a head taller. This is what a deer feels when the wolf stalks it. 

His bedroom was dark, a single lamp sat on the side table. The walls were a lime washed white. The bed was antique, made of carved dark wood. The sheets were white silk with a matching comforter. It was unmade. More paintings lined the walls haphazardly. When you were younger you used to cut pictures from magazines and tape them up to your own bedroom walls. He had seemingly done the same. 

You crawled onto the bed, swaying your hips as enticingly as you could manage. A hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you back to the edge of the bed. You yelped as his hips hit your ass, cock bouncing against your cheeks.

"Remember  what I told you, Kotenok?" He pulled your panties down, calloused hands scraping against your thighs. "What to call me?"

"Kolya."

"Good girl." He dragged a hand down your back, knuckles bumping every ridge of your spine. You tried your best not to fidget under his touch, not to let the chill of the air or tickle of his fingers get to you. You heard clothing hit the floor behind you. You stared ahead, picking out one of the paintings to focus on. 

A young woman stared back at you, perched in a carriage and dressed in black, a feathered hat on her head. She looked upset, like you were unworthy of looking at her and you should avoid your gaze. 

Two fingers felt around your entrance. A shiver ran down your spine. You weren't wet enough, you knew that. You clung to the comforter, waiting for pain. 

"I told you to stop shaking. I said I wouldn't hurt you." He rubbed a hand across your ass. He sounded annoyed. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against the silk. It smelled clean and floral.

There was the snap of plastic and cold fingers prodding at your cunt.

"Shhh...I don't break the things I buy." He didn't admonish you for hiding your face as he scissored you open. He was almost tender, rubbing your hip with slow circles. His fingers curved to press against that soft spot inside you, pulling soft whines from you. "There we go, Kotenok."

You were pulled back again till your pelvis was hanging off the edge of the bed, toes curling around the plush of the rug. He ran the head of his cock between your folds, nudging at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, groaning loudly as you whimpered and fidgeted. Despite the preparation it was a stretch and burn. He held you down by your hips.

"Good girl," he purred with one last push. The head of his cock bumped against your cervix , causing you to clench in pain. It only spurred him to start thrusting. Your face dragged against the sheets as he rocked your entire body. His thrusts were hard and deep, like he wanted to mark the inside of you. 

"Close your eyes and let it happen. Most of them don't last long anyways," a girl said to you early on. You didn't remember her name or face anymore. 

You forced out moans every time his hips smacked against your ass. Arching your back so he could think he was pleasuring you. There was a modicum of pleasure, chasing it was too much effort, especially with unreceptive partners.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, hand dipping between your thighs. He pinched your clit till you cried out. His chin tucked against your shoulder, pushing his full weight against you. His body was hot and the thick hair on his chest scratched at your skin. 

"I don't like liars, Kotenok." He rubbed harsh circles till you moaned and shuddered. He hissed, "Cum on my cock or be quiet."

His other hand grabbed your shoulder and hauled you back up with him. Your back still pressed against his chest. Still rubbing your clit, he hooked an arm under yours and rested it between your breasts while holding your chin and forcing you to look upwards. There was a mirror on the ceiling. He smirked at you in the reflection. You dug your nails into your thighs, tears springing up in your eyes. It was horrific and erotic and disgusting and ugly and it made you wet. Some last threads of dignity snapping under the image of him fucking you. 

"Say my name," He panted.

"Kolya...please...Kolya."

"Want to come on my cock? Beg me for it." He licked your ear.

"Kolya please...please Kolya. I want to come. Please. Kolyaaaaa!"

You watched yourself as he forced you up to your peak, clenching around his cock. He laughed harshly and smacked your pussy. He held you up as your legs failed to support you any longer. You came hard, grabbing at his arms, manicured nails digging into his muscles. You would have thrashed about if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on you. 

He growled something in Russian before biting down on your shoulder. He filled you to the brim, his cock twitching inside your still clenching pussy. His cum was a familiar warm that leaked out around his cock and down your leg. He let go and you fell face forward against the bed.

"Catch your breath. I still want my money's worth." He patted the back of your thigh. You hiccuped softly as you regained sense. Limbs feeling heavy, your whole body stretched to its limit. 

You turned your head as he sat down a carafe of water and two glasses on the side table. 

“Need any?” He asked, filling his own glass. You nodded shyly. It was the first time you really saw him naked. He had a litany of tattoos across his chest and arms, too dark to make out details but you could see angels, skulls, cyrillic writing, a fighter jet, the virgin mary and a star on each of his knee caps. Near his groin was a pentagon with letters you couldn’t make out. A gold chain with an Orthodox cross hung around his neck. A layer of black body hair covered him, darkening everything even further. 

“Thank you.” You gulped down your glass, water dribbling down your chin. He wiped it away as he took your glass.

“On your hands and knees now,” He said, pushing back his hair. You faced the woman again, glaring back at her as you presented yourself to him. The mattress dipped behind you. He said something in Russian before pushing back inside you. 

You lost count of how many times he fucked you. You were pliant and submissive, following his lead as he bent you into whatever position he wanted. He was more virile than you expected. More gentle than you anticipated with a grossness you expected. The next time you asked for water he spit his glass into your mouth. He pinched and pulled but never bent you so hard you broke. Gagging, crying and cumming but never sobbing or screaming. 

You woke up sore. Dried cum and bite marks covering your body. He was sitting in an armchair in the corner, watching you sleep. He was already showered and dressed in a silk robe. 

"You’ll shower before you leave. Scrub well." He slapped your ass before shutting the bathroom door and locking it from the outside. 

Another extravagant room. Oxblood tiles and heated floors. A large marble counter and a mirror taking up most of the wall behind it.

It was a large shower but more importantly the water was hot. Not warm but hot. You could have cum just from feeling the jets against your skin. The body wash was luxurious - sweet and woody. You scrubbed well. These kinds of men didn't want their DNA wandering all over the place. 

There was a towel left for you but no clothes and your lingerie from last night was missing as well. He did leave a cup of tea for you on the bedside table. There were painkillers too. You took it all in one scalding gulp. 

You kept the towel wrapped around yourself as you walked back downstairs. You found him through the one open door in the hall.  He was sitting at the dining table, typing on a laptop, cup of espresso cooling next to him. 

"Come here, Kotenok." He tugged your towel till it fell to the floor. He tapped the inside of your thigh till you spread them. "Don't start shaking again. Need to make sure you cleaned up well."

You bit your lip. He spread you open with two fingers, tilting his head as he inspected you. You yelped when he forced a dry finger inside you, moving it around and dragging it against your walls. He pulled it out and stared at his finger for a moment before sticking in his mouth. 

"Good girl." He nodded and got a money clip from his pocket. "I like you. I'll see you again in a week."

He handed you five hundred pounds. You stared at King Charles in disbelief. You'd been tipped before but never this much. You would have to hide it. You didn’t know where but you had to. If he kept tipping you like this it could make a dent in your debt to Marcus and Arno. 

"Thank you, sir."

"Did I ask you a question?" He didn't look away from his computer.

"No...umm...Thank you, Kolya." An offering of affection, appease the god and receive bountiful gifts. 

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. An actual smile. 

"If Arno takes that from you, tell me. That's your money. I paid him enough as is. Now go get dressed. Your car is here." He pointed back towards the front door.

You hurried off, afraid to go back to Marcus and Arno but also too scared of what Kolya would do if you delayed. 

Here is the rewritten part 1! Part 2 will go up in the next few days. If you have any questions, comments, thirst messages about this fic please send them. I love talking about Nikolai and his Kotenok.

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Yandere CEO Miguel O'Hara x Reader

part 2

Warning: Toxic behavior, age gap, Violence, death, daddy kink, very toxic, smut, porn with a little plot, grumpy Miguel. Modern au- ish. The reader understands Spanish.

Part 1

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Everything was dark. There was no light going through. No daylight, no artificial light in the house. Everything was sitting still with silence. The curtains were now a shade of blue as some of the walls from the moon shone through.

No one here, no one around to hear. The big luxurious house sits alone in a fancy community. Not gate, Miguel hates gated communities. Having to deal with the guy a front, he hates. However, with a fancy home comes a community where each house is isolated with big gardens, separate garages, Big beautiful trees all around the green yards, and piles of roses making plain bushes look pretty.

The bedroom was closed shut. Clothes are on the floor. The outfit that you picked out for the third date was now all over the bedroom, hardwood floors.

The only thing you could hear was the sound of wet skin squelching, You sat on your back on Miguel's torso with his legs and your legs spread wide open. Your head was resting near his shoulder as one of your hands was holding onto his neck while the other was clutching the bedsheets beneath you. Your eyes were blindfolded with one of his black ties.

This is the second time he has pleasured you. The second time the both of you are naked, making love while some call just straight-up porn. Miguel wanted to play with you. He wanted to play with something that was his.

His middle finger and ring finger were so deep inside you, rubbing your walls with his fingertips. He wanted so deep that he wanted to break off his fingers. He was so drunk with your pussy, he wanted to dive in and destroy it.

After the romantic date, that he planned and did, ended, he brought you back home. He didn't tell you that he wanted to have sex with you. He didn't give you any type of warning that he wanted to rip off your clothes. The second you guys went was spent ended with watching a movie and sleeping while cuddling. Now here you are after the third date, laying there with your legs spread open while he was fucking your pussy with his long, thick fingers. He's so big and fit that you forgot how much it came to pleasure above all and beyond.

Your moans were so turning him on, it was making him even more horny. He was so horny. After the date, you went to the bedroom and started to change into your pj's when he came from behind wrapped his tie around your eyes, and blindfolded you.

He told you that he wanted to take care of you and make you feel good like he did before. You got him addicted to this.

"You're so warm, cariño." he felt his fingers getting wet with how much he was playing with your pussy. "You like my fingers, don't you. Is this pussy mine, baby?"

He watched as you squirm with his touch inside you. "Y-yes!~...Ahh!...oh~....."

"Yes, what." He stopped moving his fingers.

"Yes! Daddy!...Ah! This pussy is yours!`...Oh.." You moaned out. He didn't pump his finger, he was just playing with your insides which made you act crazy. He moved again. The teasing made you feel more hot.

"I want you to gush on my fingers, reina. I want you to cum. Cum for me baby." He moved his fingers faster than before. The sound of your pussy getting slapped around made him roll his eyes back.

"Ahh! Oh.....Miguel!" You screamed feeling a wave coming through. Squirting all over his fingers, coating them, and drenching them with your juices. He took his fingers out and gave a few flicks on your clit which made you spray even more, "Ah!Ah~"

"Que chula es mi reina." He gave you a kiss on your cheek. You couldn't see what he was doing you could only feel him shift and move around.

You felt your back on the bed and his presence on top of you. He went under your wet pussy, feeling his hot breath near. He kissed your thighs and moaned, making it vibrate. "I want to taste you, mi amor."

Your hands were gripping on the bedsheets as went in a started to suck your clit with his mouth. You felt the vibration going through with the moan he let out.

His touch was everything. He made you so high that you couldn't remember anything. You couldn't even remember your name. The only name you were moaning out was, "Miguel~...Miguel!~...Ohhh~ Miguel!!"

That night, he fucked you. He came inside you so many times that you felt so bloated with his seemed. He pleasured you so many times that it made you forget. His pleasure made you forget.

You were honestly grateful that you listened to your ob-gyn a couple years ago about birth control. You never planned on having sex, you just wanted to fix your period pain. Even though the IUD was a freaking pain to be inserted that you felt like dying, you never knew that it would come in handy.

As days went by, his lawyers came to the house and discussed more of the marriage license. He told them that you were ready to sign. When you told him that it's a bit early for you to get married, he quickly snapped at you.

Now that the paper was in front of you and the pen was in your hand, you realized how real this was. How everything was. You'll be married to this man. You'll now be Mrs. O'hara.

His lawyers were talking to him about the more paperwork that you'll be doing since you have to change your last name. You stared at the paper trying to read it, but the only thing you could see was the blurriness and your heartbeat taking over your brain.

"What's wrong, mi amor."Miguel placed his hand on your back. You stared at him and saw his face. The man that you'll wake to for the rest of your life.

You remembered the night you told him that you weren't ready. He screamed at you. "N-nothing." You wrote your signature on the dotted line.

Paperwork after paperwork, you are finally married to Miguel O'Hara. The lawyers and a private judge, who's one of Miguel's friends, congratulated Miguel and left. "What's the matter, mi amor. You're so quiet."

"I just didn't plan to be married right away. I thought I was." You looked at him and images of him grabbing you and dragging you to the bedroom, yelling at you that you will marry him no matter what. His pleasures make you forget." Nothing, I...I'm happy."

"Are you still not sure about the marriage." He got closer to you. "Because if you aren't sure."

"No!..N-no I am sure! I'm happy." You said to him.

His mouth turned to a smile. "Good! how about we go to the bedroom and have a moment as newlyweds." He kissed your neck. "We could start having a little bundle of joy." He placed his hand on your stomach.

"I think we should wait first. We just got married and we should enjoy ourselves before-" You couldn't finish your sentence.

His red crimson eyes stared at you, "You don't want kids? Because if you don't want kids," he held your waist a little too tight, "then."

"I-I do!" You whinced at how hard he was gripping your waist. "I just thought-"

"You thought wrong. We're going to have kids and we are ready for it. Trust me, once we get a little ñiño or ñiña then you will see that you've always been ready." He grabbed your hand and dragged you back to the bedroom.

Tell him about the birth control! You heard a voice in your head. Don't tell him! You should bear his child! You shouldn't! He gave you everything! You should still enjoy your life first! You're his wife! Kids can be a handful! You're being ungrateful! You deserve better!

His pleasure made you forget.

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"I made an appointment to check our fertility." Miguel tossed his phone on the couch and sat next to you. "We have it tomorrow, early morning, okay."

It's been five months since the both of you have been trying. You were shocked that the birth control was holding on strong.

Every night, he would fuck you deep inside. Sometimes he would fuck you rough. On other nights, he would fuck you gently. There are times when you would go to sleep early to avoid it, but then you'll feel him on top of you, fucking you.

You eventually told him that you might get pregnant if you guys take it slow and don't spend all night in bed naked. You told him that your body needed to rest maybe that's why you couldn't get pregnant.

Your heart was racing. You were panicking. You couldn't shed a night's sleep at all.

When you felt the sun shining through, you felt your stomach getting heavy. You had to use the bathroom to relieve yourself of how nervous you were. You felt so nauseous that your legs couldn't start jiggling up and down.

You heard him waking up, so you quickly cleaned yourself up and got ready for the day.

He put on a casual blue shirt and some jeans. You tried to urge him to not miss work, but he replied by saying that he's the boss and that missing a day won't harm him or the company. You looked at the clock as the time was getting close for the appointment.

Just tell him! Maybe he'll understand! you thought to yourself. You lied to him. You have been lying to him for five months. "Let's go." He got up from the armchair and headed downstairs.

You followed him from behind. Your cuticles were starting to bleed with how much you were picking on them. "Wait, Miguel."

He turned around, "What?"

"We can't go." You said. He stood in front of you. He was so tall and broad that it started to frighten you. "There's nothing wrong with us."

"What do you mean?" He asked. You shook your head. Why are you so scared? Stop being scared? You told yourself. Your eyes were getting watery. "(Y/N)?"

You looked at him, "I'm......I'm on birth control." You looked at his face and saw how angry he got.

His face was no longer the usual face he made. His eyes were darting right at yours."What!"

"I've been on birth control for two years now. I got it when I first turned 18. I'm sorry. I should've told you, I'm sorry." You explained to him.

"If you were on birth control then why didn't you tell me!" He yelled at you.

"I don't want to have kids now. I'm not ready. Miguel please," You cried to him. "Migue-"

"Pills or inserted?" He asked. "Answer me!"

"It's an IUD." You replied.

He took your hand and pulled you towards the front door. "They'll take it out."

"Wait! Miguel! I'm not ready! Please! Please don't do this to me!" You sobbed to him, trying to get free from his grip. You pulled your body away from him but his strength was easily overpowering yours.

He turned to you and grabbed your face. "No! You don't get to do this to me! You've been lying to me! This entire time I thought that we couldn't have kids, but now you're telling me that you are on birth control!"

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" You cried out.

"I don't want to hurt you. I really don't want to hurt you." He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.

"Please don't hurt me! I'm so sorry!" You felt his grip so tight on you.

"Your privileges are over. You're no longer going outside. You no longer have access online. We're going to get that thing remove and once it's done, I'm going to fuck you day and night. I don't care about your pleas. I don't care what you say, I'm going to put babies inside you." He dragged you back to the bedroom and threw you on the bed.

He called the doctor and told him that the visit was now going to be a home visit. The doctor came in and removed the IUD from your body. When the doctor left, Miguel went in and did what he told you.

The only difference was that he wasn't gentle. He wasn't calling you sweet names like he did. Instead, his wordplay was more...degrading. Calling you a bitch or a slut.

Every day, he'll fuck you. Any chance, he'll bend you over; whether it was the kitchen counter, the bedroom, or even the bathroom, he'll bend you over and fuck you.

One night, he was rougher than ever. He was fucking you deep and hard. He was making you tear up. "Ah!...Mhmm~ Ngh!...Fucking bitch! take my fucking cock! Fucking whore!" He thrust in and out.

He pressed your head on the pillow with your ass up in the air, "Ah!...I- Fuck! I'm going to put a baby in there! fuck~" He will slap your ass and continue to fuck you ignoring your sobs to tell him to stop.

That morning, he was gone when you woke up. You went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. You felt the water running down your body. You sat on the floor and cried your feelings out.

When he came home, he opened the bedroom door and started to undress himself. You lay on the bed, hearing his belt buckle hitting the floor. You were staring away from him, covering yourself in blankets. You covered your face, letting out a cry. "Please." You sat up and stared at him with desperation. "Please. You're hurting me."

"I'm doing what's best for us." He said.

You sobbed. You cried and cried. "You're not seeing what you're doing to me! You're hurting me! You said that you'll love me! You said that you won't hurt me!" He got on the bed and got closer to you. "No. No...NO! NO! STOP! STOP! NO! NO!" you kicked and pushed until you felt your hand slapping him across his face. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!"

You ran to the bathroom and closed the door. You locked the door and ran to the tub. You got in and curled yourself into a ball. You could hear his knocks and calls out for you.

"I-I'm sorry baby. Please open the door. I didn't mean to hurt you." He said it in a concerned tone. He never meant to hurt you. He didn't. He never realized what he had done. "Carño..Por…porfavor… I want to see you, please. I need to know that you're okay. Mi amor." He wanted you to hit him back to get back at him for not realizing how much damage he had caused you. That was never his intention. He never wanted you to be scared of him. The way you looked at him, the screams you made It sounded and looked like you were going to be killed. It was a wake-up call to Miguel, to finally get some sense and see what he had done. "I'll let you do whatever you want. If you want to go outside, I'll take you. I'll take you wherever you want to go. If you want to hit me, then hit me and punch me. I just want to see you. Porfavor! Carñino! Abra la puerta."

You never answered him back. You stayed in the bathroom for hours and hours. Eventually, those hours turned into days.

Miguel, every day, kept talking to you and telling you to open the door, but there was nothing. He was getting worried. The only response he got from you was when he saw that the food he left out was eaten, so at least he knows that you're still alive. He would leave out a blanket, pillows, and some fresh new clothes so you could at least be comfortable. He doesn't know if you are ever going to forgive him and he doesn't blame you.

At work, he hardly concentrated because all of his thoughts were of you. When he comes home from work, he'll stare at the door contemplating if he should knock the door down or wait until you are ready.

"Mi amor," he said softly. "Perdoname…Perdoname…Porfavor." he sat down on the floor near the door. "I won't force you. I won't do those things to you. Please, open the door. If you don't want to have kids now, then I'll wait till you're ready. I was so eager to start a family that I didn't think about how you'd feel. I'm sorry." he rested his head on the door. "I'm sorry for not listening to you," he closed his eyes, feeling guilty for all the things he had until he remembered the other little things he committed. The murder of your mother. Does he feel guilty for that? Not really.

"You won't hurt me?" You finally said, softly.

He opened his eyes wide open. "Mi Amor? No. I won't hurt you, I promise. I promise baby. I swear to you. I swear to everything that I won't hurt you ever again. Let me in, please." He heard the door unlock and moved his body to turn towards it. When he saw the door open, he finally saw you and you saw him on his knees. He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your stomach. "I love you. I love you. I love you. Te amo, mi amor. Te amo mucho. I'll never hurt you. I never wanted to hurt you. Not you. I'll do anything you want me to do, but please forgive me. I can't live without you. I can't live without you. I can't. I can't. I refuse to live without you. I love you so fucking much. Mi Vida. Mi Sol. Mi Cielo. Eres todo para mi. I don't care if the world ends as long as I'm with you, I'll be the happiest man alive. Mi Princesa. Mi Reina. Mi Amor." He kissed your stomach, your hands, your arms, your legs, he trailed his way up to you and cupped your cheeks. "I love you so much, I'll burn this planet down so it can just be the two of us."

"You really hurt me, Miguel." You said to him.

"I know. I know, princess. I hurt you so much and you didn't deserve it. The things I'd done to you. The things I've said. If I ever even dare to say any of those things to you again, kill me. Shoot me in the head. I'd rather be dead than hurt you ever again. I love you." He pulled you into a hug, feeling you in his arms. "I love you, Mi amor."

You felt his warmth once again. His touch. His gentle touch. "I love you too."

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The cold was settling in. The snow was covering the roads and sidewalks. Kids are out building snowmen and angels. Christmas lights are out and colorful shining through the city.

The local church with many kids and parents getting hot cocoa, warm blankets, and jackets. Helpers handing out gifts to kids. Light Christmas music playing on the speakers.

You rubbed your hands together to get a bit of warmth. "Mi amor, I told you to bring your mittens, you're gonna get cold." You turned to Miguel who was getting a pair of mittens from his dark brown coat. "Here," He took your hands and put on the warm mittens. Your warm mittens. "Mi vida." He placed a kiss on your forehead.

He went back to hand parents hot cocoa or tea and kids some presents. Many kids were surrounding him as they thanked him. They were talking to him about how cool the gifts were. He gave their parents, who didn't have a car, a gift box with their new car keys inside. He gave single moms a free two-day spa ticket they could use alongside a professional babysitter's phone number, who could watch their kids free of charge. Of course, Miguel is the one paying for all of this. A true hero for the people.

You handed out bags of candy to kids and saw how big their smiles grew. Family taking pictures with a Christmas tree behind them. You never had a true Christmas day. The first year you spent with Miguel in the house and your mom, Miguel was in his office all day while your mother was partying it out. You remember when Miguel knocked on your bedroom door and gave you a diamond necklace, matching bracelet, and earrings. The second time was just you and him. He gave you a gorgeous dress ( that matches your style perfectly). And now here you are, giving presents to the people in need. Looks like there were signs all along.

When the night ended, the both of you went home. Miguel told you about the New Year's Eve party at the company. You couldn't pay attention because all you could think of was the faces those kids made. The way they were so happy about the littlest things. The way Miguel was so gentle with them. The way they all played with each other.

The New Year's Eve party was nice with all the scientists and workers gathering together and talking about their latest project. Everyone was talking to Miguel about his work and the intervention of how far everything has gone with science and technology. Miguel introduced you to everyone as his wife. The fact that you felt yourself blush over that was something.

He kept you close to him and always held your hand everywhere you both went. Even if he wasn't there, the two guards are there to protect you. Miguel then gave a speech to everyone as a thank you for their hard work and dedication for their long hours of using their knowledge to further enhance the evolution of people's health.

The car ride was comfortable as you listened to music that felt nostalgic. Miguel blasted the radio, placing his hand on your thigh the entire ride back home.

"It's so freaking cold outside, but I tried to warn them about this." He took off his pants and shirt. "We're busting our asses to maintain a functional solution for this polluted crisis." He put on some gray sweats and a plain white t-shirt. "Shortly, all of this will be over, and we'll have normal winters and easy summers." He walked over to the bed and saw you sitting in your chair with your vanity spaced out. "Are you okay, mi amor?"

You snapped from your thoughts and looked at him. "Sorry. What were you saying?"

"Is everything alright? You spaced out. I know science can be boring and can make people drive off." He continued to talk, removing the pillow to lift up the blanket.

"I think I'm ready." You told him. Miguel stopped what he was saying and what he was doing. He stared at you with his mouth hung open. "I want a baby."

It was cold. The air was making things freeze outside. The cold roads were turning into ice, making it slippery.

The only thing that was making everything warm was the body heat you both were creating.

Miguel was sitting on the armchair with his legs spread open. He had his hands on your back, holding you tightly. His face was buried into your chest, kissing it, leaving hickeys all over. He lifted you up and down so gently and sensual. He ran his hands all over your body as you are on top of him, pussy deep into his cock.

You moaned out the pleasure of his cock hitting your cervix making your head tilt back. He lifted you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He, gently, placed you on the bed and continued to thrust into you. He placed his hands on yours and intervened his fingers with yours holding each other's hands. He kissed you so passionately and deep it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He lowered his body closer to yours rested his head on your neck and picked up the pace with his thrust. Your hands were on his back feeling his cock drilling you in and out. His moans and grunts entered into your ear and were mixed with your orgasms. His soft moans turned into words that made you feel good. "I~ I love you...Ah!~...I love you, mi amor."

He made love to you. He made you remember.

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The crisp, orange leaves fell down and landed on the green yards all over. People put their carved pumpkins out on their porches. Horror films are being played on TV. Halloween decorations are being put everywhere. Spooky music fills the air through the loudspeakers. The fresh air hit your face as you ate all the pretzal bites you bought. Your two guards were holding two cups of pigs in a blanket and more pretzel bites while walking aside from you.

you threw the now empty cup into the trash bin and entered the store. You looked through and found all the cute things that made you smile.

You ate the rest of the pretzal bites on the way back home. You placed the shopping bags on the couch and went towards the kitchen. You saw the chef that was making the food. You were now his taste tester, but were just hungry.

You heard the front door open and close and saw Miguel coming in. He walked up to you and kissed you on the lips. His hand made its way to your stomach and gave it a little rub. "How was little one today."

"He wanted pretzal bites." Miguel bent down and gave a kiss on your swollen belly. "I think we're gonna need to buy a pretzel place."

He chuckled, "He's gonna be just like you. How was shopping?"

"Good. I bought this cute onsie and a tiny little binnie. I know he's gonna grow out of it fast, but they were so cute." You explained and showed it to him.

That night, you woke up in pain. You looked at the clock and saw it was two in the morning. "You're going to be trouble to put to sleep, aren't you?" You whispered while rubbing your belly; the pain was getting worse. You took deep breaths while feeling the contraction. You got up and moved to be more comfortable. Another wave of contraction came in closer when, all of a sudden, you felt a big wave of water running down your legs. "Miguel!"

He quickly woke up, "What's wrong?" He got up from the bed and saw you in excruciating pain.

"My water just broke."

The ride was fast and safe. Miguel timed the contractions and told you to take deep breaths.

The labor itself was painful, but you were just happy to finally meet your baby. Miguel was right by your side during everything. He let you hold his hand while you squeezed it. Miguel demanded that you have the baby on your knees so gravity can help you out and it did.

When you heard the baby cry you cried with joy.

After the after-birth, you lay back down on the bed as the nurses placed the baby on your chest. He was an exact copy of Miguel.

"What should we name him?" He asked.

"How about Gabriel."

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Miguel came home from work and saw you breastfeeding your son. It's been a month since you came back home with your newborn son. Miguel has been more helpful than ever. He stayed up at night to feed his son so you can have your rest. He would change his diaper instead of asking you. "Mi amor, I've been thinking about hiring a professional nanny to come and help while I'm at work." He told you.

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"Por su puesto, mi amor. It'll be nice for someone to come in and help while I'm not here." He said to you, taking the baby from your arms, and cradling it. "I've found a professional nanny who also has a degree in nursing. She worked in healthcare at the children's department and also in childcare for 20 years. Of course, you'll meet her as well and determine whether or not she's fit for it, I just thought it would be good to get a little help. Besides," He kissed the baby's head while rocking him, "we plan on having more, right?"

You met the nanny, who was professional and caring. She already had kids of her own and is now a proud new grandma. You gave her all holidays and weekends off. You also made sure that Miguel gave her a holiday bonus and benefits for herself and her family. She helped you whenever you needed it.

This was your life now.

Miguel's dream came true. He got the woman he loves and a family. He'll make sure that nothing will ever take that away from him.

[killxio]

bluecollar!reiner headcannons

word count: 725 [ 2 min 40 sec read] | ✪ content warnings: smut, kitchen sex, blue collar men :/ but a good one, p in v sex in general, fingering.. uhhh

bluecollar!reiner x black!reader / constructionworker!reiner x black!reader

✭ you and your blonde-headed personal bob the builder

bluecollar!reiner who does construction and pools.

bluecollar!reiner who sleeps like a LOG. like, has rolled over ontop of you on multiple instances and it’s taken having to literally slap him to wake him up.

bluecollar!reiner who absolutely throws down at cookouts and get togethers, you and your friends and family are just so good in the kitchen and babyboy needs to EAT.

bluecollar!reiner who works so hard because his favorite view of you is on a beach, or poolside at a fancy resort taking his cock in a risky, barely covered blind spot.

bluecollar!reiner who, 8/10 times cannot sleep without your manicured fingers scrubbing at his scalp or smooth palms scanning over his body and rubbing soothing circles.

bluecollar!reiner who sometimes brings you small bouquets if the landscape of the construction site he’s on has some pretty ones for the taking.

bluecollar!reiner who saved the petals from those flowers and proposed to you surrounded by them.

bluecollar!reiner who walks so hard for literally no reason. :/ like, he comes home late after pushing through the end of his customers pool build and i stg you think the rapture is occurring. it took you a few months of dating to get used to the fe-fi-fo-fum ass walking he does but even sometimes he still manages to wake you up.

reiner finally emerges in the bedroom after putting away his lunch box and heavy work boots to see his poor poor fiancé glaring at him from underneath a pillow.

“i woke ya’ didn’t i?”

“yes mister braun. you did.😐”

bluecollar!reiner who does that thing in the gym where he uses you as a weight for his pull ups sometimes. your lock screen is a photo of you smiling as reiner is doing a pull-up and you can see his abs on full display overhead.

bluecollar!reiner who looks forward to the massages you give him every night, working out the knots in his shoulder blades, soothing the aches in his biceps..

bluecollar!reiner who thanks you for the massages by doing you one better:

the plat plat plat of his dick sliding in and out of you resonates through the room, and your back is arching off the wall. reiner was supposed to be carrying you back to bed after a show and a massage on the couch, but here you are only halfway down the hall and coating his dick in cream.

“please please kiss me” you plead, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten and swell.

he huffs a little and between your deep kisses you can feel the stubble of his beard.

“reiiiii ‘m gonna cummmm” you whine, looking at him with that hazy glint in your eyes as you release on him.

“good girl, so so good for me doll.”

bluecollar!reiner who’s socials are empty besides a few photos of you or you and him and MAYBE a selfie.

bluecollar!reiner who you send video rants to throughout the day to keep him company while he works. he responds with videos of his own if he can.

you open the video reiner sent twenty minutes ago.

he’s propped his phone up on the back of his truck, his work shirt is absolutely covered in wet cement so as he’s responding to whatever you said in your previous video, he’s taking off his shirt and putting on a new one.

“.. oh yeah and lunch was amazing. not burnt or overcooked. thank you princess.”

his video ends after a quick wink and pop of his gum. meanwhile, you’re thinking about the way reiner was far from concerned about his lunch while you were trying to make it. he had you bent over the counter, knuckle deep in your cunt and tongue circling your clit. reiner wasn’t focused on anything besides the way your wetness was dripping down his arm, but you’re busy struggling to keep tell him about the food on the stove.

“r-rei baby.. i have- fuck.. i have your lunch for t-tomorrow- ah.. on the stoveee.”

“uh-huh.. god this pussy is so fucking delicious.” he says, only coming up for air for a brief second and continuing to ravage you.

bluecollar!reiner who has a photo of you on the dashboard of his work truck.

bluecollar!reiner who loves letting you ride him slow while he talks over the plans and spreadsheets for the next big project he has.

bluecollar!reiner who loves you to the moon and back and will build anything for you.

[beezusvreeland]

now that we don't talk - chapter 4

summary: After being rejected by Poe, the two of you are assigned a mission together. And a lot can happen during a mission.

ship: poe dameron x f!reader

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Poe was waiting outside of the ship, fancy leather boots tapping nervously on the floor. Dressed in a black Empire military coat uniform and pants that matched, he started feeling anxious, which was rare for him before missions. Usually fear only kicked in when he was face to face with danger. 

Poe caught himself thinking that he would rather go to the most dangerous mission by himself than a low to medium risk with you. He obviously trusted you with his life and you were always a great asset to the team, but that night felt different. But the more he reflected on it, the more the fact that you had to infiltrate a party on your own home planet didn’t sit right with him. Not only were you facing some of the most important names of the Empire, there was a chance you would run into some of the ones you once knew. And there was no way of predicting how that particular scenario could play out. That worried Poe, which was saying a lot, since he is usually the most unpredictable person in the room and in the sky.

As the poster boy of the Resistance, Poe Dameron was used to being in charge. Not in a tyrannic search for power, but in being the one leading. In this case he could feel his emotions paving the way for him — worry, fear, insecurity and whichever feelings he had for you, all combined into a terrifying mix. Poe almost couldn’t recognize himself. 

The sound of your high heels touching the steps that led from the ship to the land took him out of his preoccupied mind. He rushed to the top of the stairs holding his gloved hand for you to hold. Immediately, Poe was struck with the dark green of your dress and how beautiful it looked in contrast to your skin. The dress had a flowy skirt that moved against the wind. It was sleeveless, showing your bare arms, shoulders and décollotté. The top was tight, with two delicate straps that connected it to the back of the dress. 

Poe was already breathless when his eyes finally reached your face. A few curls fell from your hairdo, framing your face, with your pink cheeks and heart shaped lips. You took his hand, going down the steps. Then, you looked at him. Poe felt self conscious, definitely a new emotion for him, wondering if he still had the same effect he used to have on you. Deep down, he knew it was selfish and that he had no right to even wonder about it, still, for a moment, it felt like something inside him would break if you didn’t care for his appearance. If you didn’t care for him.

“Come here”, you got closer to him, fixing his collar and the way his dark cape fell on his shoulders. 

You had a composed expression, but Poe saw right through you. There was just something so sad about your eyes. Chills went through his body as he realized that he was most likely the reason for it. 

You stopped fixing his clothes. 

“There you go”, you took a step back. 

“You look beautiful”, Poe said. It just came out of his mouth. But he meant it, he really did.

That intensified the pink on your cheeks. Poe felt a pinch in his stomach, added with a weird sense of accomplishment. After that day on the courtyard, he started going through his memories, trying to find clues that he might’ve missed that indicated how you felt. At that time, it seemed impossible to point out if you were just timid with your approach or if Poe really didn’t pay attention. 

Sure, every now and then he would catch your gaze on him during a meeting or at the mess hall. Most times, you would look away quickly, like a scared porg, pretending to be doing something else. Sometimes, Poe would be quicker, making a funny face that caught you off guard, earning him a laugh. He really liked the sound of your laugh. 

Standing there, in front of the ship, all nervous and ready to go take on the main part of the mission, Poe was the one analyzing you for a change. You were taken aback by his compliment, like that was the last thing you ever expected him to say. Poe knew for a fact it was the first time he ever told you were beautiful, something very unlike him, given the huge flirt he was. 

Every single woman at the base had been on the receiving end of his affections, from the general (“The Force is looking good on you today, general”) to the comms ladies (“How are the prettiest sirens of the galaxy doing?”). It wasn’t like he meant anything by it other than being playful and showing his appreciation for them. 

When it came to dating, however, he would turn the charm up, a sucker for the conquest and the chase. You’ve seen that play out several times, the Black Squadron loved to poke fun at their commander for his man whoring ways. You never did, though, Poe realized. You would always listen to him talk about his pursuits, but would never comment on it. He had just assumed that was just you keeping it to yourself. 

There was one time when Poe casually brought dating into a conversation the two of you were having. You had spent the day working or flight formations and, after, sat at the courtyard watching the sunset while sharing some fruits and a bottle of liquor. 

“Now, enough about me”, he cut one of the fruits, a mysterious orange one, and gave you half. “How is your dating life going? I almost never see you out besides having drinks with us.”

You freezed, avoiding his gaze.

“Not much going on…We’re always so busy, there is almost no time to date.”

“Come on now, sweetheart”, Poe laughed. “If I, a pilot and a commander, can find the time to date and have some fun, you definitely can too.”

“It’s not the same thing, though”, you said, frustrated. “You can walk into a room and have women begging you for a date or anything you’re willing to give them.”

“It’s not my fault I’m so irresistible”, Poe winked and you rolled your eyes at him. “But really, if you want it, I can totally help you find a solid guy who would love to take you out. In fact, not just one, I bet there are several guys around base who are just waiting for the right opportunity to meet you.”

“Do you really think so?”, you asked so low he almost didn’t hear it.

“I know so!”, Poe also knew you needed a boost of confidence. “Anyone would be lucky to get to know you, sweetheart. You’re smart, kind and loyal, and a damn good rebel too, if I say so myself.”

Poe probably said more stuff, but not that you were beautiful. Maybe he should have. Perhaps if he did, you wouldn’t have a pained expression on your face, one that even Poe, who had never been the most perceptive person, could tell meant you didn’t believe him. Somehow, learning that hurt him too.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“What? Compliment you?”

“Feel sorry for me”, your tone was serious.

“I don’t…I meant what I said…”

“You have never ever said it before, Poe”, you added, raising your chin as you looked at him. Your expression was not one of vulnerability anymore, but that of a soldier on a mission. “You have no reason to start now.”

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry if…”

“We should go now. We have a job to do.”

Looking at the mansion ahead, you take a deep breath and start walking.

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tags 💖 @wreckmyimage @steven-grants-world @lizispunkk

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

8th Day of Christmas

A Supernatural Christmas Party

Summary/Prompt - Going to the Supernatural Christmas Party

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warning - SMUT

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You’re just putting the finishing touches on your makeup as you feel hands on your waist. Your eyes meet with your boyfriend’s green one and you both smile.

“You’re so sexy, do we have to go to this party?” He asks.

“I flew all the way here to be your date, so yes we have to go.”

He pouts and then kisses your neck. He feels you shiver as the feeling. “You can still be my date right here in this room.”

“Jensen…” you turn around, take his hands and look in his eyes. “I promise, the second we get home I’m all yours. But you’re the colead, you can’t not go.”

He sighs. “Come on then, we’d better go before I change my mind and tear that sexy red dress right off you and throw you on the bed.”

“The second we get back you can.” You bend down to strap on your heels and he groans.

“I haven’t seen you in almost a month and now you dress all sexy and tell me I can’t touch. You’re evil.”

“You can’t tell me how evil I am when we get home later. For now though, take a deep breath, think of anything else and then meet me in the car.”

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Half an hour later you finally arrive at the fancy venue that Bob Singer hired for the night to celebrate the wrap of filming for the year. You walk in hand-in-hand with Jensen. Once you’re inside he takes your heavy coat and gets it cloaked along with his own overcoat. Leaving him in a simple black suit with a red bow tie and pocket square to match your dress. He leads you through the foyer to a large room where the rest of the cast and crew are already socialising. You scan the room for people you recognise. While you try to visit whenever you can, it is hard with you working elsewhere.

You were a guest star on a couple of episodes of Supernatural last season, that’s when you and Jensen hit it off, but when your character was written out you were forced to audition for other roles. You had hoped your next job would keep you in Vancouver at least, but no such luck. You’ve been filming at a set in LA. Long distance is hard, especially with different time zones and filming schedules, but you both understand that it’s just part of the job. And while you love each other, you also love your jobs, so you just do what you can to make it work.

Your eyes land on the tallest person in the room and his short wife. You both walk over to greet them. Gen pulls you in for a quick hug and Jared follows.

“Hey guys, great to see you again. I’ve missed you, Moose.”

He playfully punches you in the shoulder. “Missed you too Mouse.” Despite being a little taller than his wife, he had taken to calling you that while you were on set. You didn’t mind one bit, he always tried to make you feel comfortable and welcome on set. You actually met him before Jensen, but he came into your life like a whirlwind. He was directing the first episode you were on. Making him too busy and stressed to properly welcome you. But once he was back to simply acting you got to know each other a lot better and things progressed quickly.

“Want a drink, Sweetheart?” Jense asks you with a squeeze of your hand.

“Sure, just a glass of red. Thanks.”

He kisses your cheek and then walks off towards the bar. He stops along the way to greet other cast and crew members. You smile at him. Despite his earlier protests, you know he’s happy he came and that he would regret it if he didn’t. He loves his job and all the people he works with. That was one of the many reasons you feel so hard and fast for him. While long distance is hard, you would never ask him to give any of this up. It’s a family that he’s helped build and you’re just grateful to be part of it.

When he finally returns with your drink he apologises for his delay which you brush off with a kiss before you both do some more rounds chatting with everyone and wishing them well for the holidays.

Eventually a makeshift dance floor opens up in the middle of the room and he looks at you hopefully. He bows down dramatically and holds out a hand to you. “May I have this dance?”

You laugh and nod. “Why of course, kind sir.” He laughs too as he pulls you onto the dance floor. You play around through a few party songs until they slow it down. Then he pulls you close, his hands on your waist holding you close and swaying you to the music as yours rest around his shoulders with your head leaning against his chest. Throughout the song you end up grinding against each other a few times inadvertently. The second the song finishes and the room livens up again he leads you through the maze of socialising people and out to the empty foyer.

He presses you up against the wall and kisses you hard. “I can’t wait anymore, Baby. I need you. Please. I’ve missed you so much.”

You kiss him back and deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue against his. When he pulls back he looks down the hall for somewhere more private, not wanting to expose you in public. He hastily leads you into the small cloaking room and shuts the door before pushing you against it and resuming the bruising kiss. Knowing people will quickly notice the disappearance of someone as notable as Jensen, you reach for his belt undoing it but not removing it. His hands slip up under the hem of your tight dress pushing it up to your waist. He teases his fingers over you through your thin lace undies.

“Already so wet for me, Baby. You need this as much as I do.”

“Please, stop teasing.”

With that he kneels down to slide the offending garment off of you and shoves them in his pocket. Now face level with your bare heat, he presses a kiss to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan out loudly before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Gotta stay quiet for me, Baby. Don’t want someone coming in here.”

You nod and bite your lip as he goes in again, but this time he slides his tongue along your slit. He then slips two fingers in, down to his knuckle.

“So ready for me already. Even after all this time.”

You nod frantically, not trusting yourself to not be too loud. He stands up and kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You reach down to undo the button and zip of his dress pants. He’s quick to push them down to his knees.

“I need you,” you breathe out.

“I know, me too.” He squeezes your ass and you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses your back against the door. As he distracts you with another deep kiss he reaches down and teases himself against your folds a few times before sliding inside. He gives you a little time to adjust to his intrusion before setting a quick pace. Right now you both just need a release. He’ll worship your body and make slow love to you once you’re in the comfort of his apartment, but for now he just wants to make you cum.

He kisses down your neck as he continues his torturous pace. You feel him start to twitch inside you, so you squeeze your walls against him. Knowing he won’t last much longer he reaches a hand down to rub quick circles on your clit. You throw your head back against the door as you feel that rope inside you snapping. As he feels you squeezing and cumming around him he kisses you to muffle your moans and helps you ride it out before filling you up.

You stay like that for a few seconds while you both catch your breath and then he carefully sets your feet back on the floor. He pulls his pants and boxers back up and secures his belt before handing you back your underwear.

“Meet me back out there in five minutes. We’re saying goodnight to everyone and then going home for round two.”

You smile at him completely blissed out still but you try to compose yourself. You slip your underwear back on and straighten your dress back down over your thighs before running your hands through your hair. You search for a mirror to check your makeup and tidy it up before finally joining him back in the main room. The second you’re close enough he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. You do a round of the room as he chats to everyone and thanks them for a good season and wishes them a merry Christmas. Once you make it back to the entrance he leads you back out the foyer, you collect your coats and then he speeds back to his apartment as safely as possible.

[stinkycartman]

hey who's ready for another stupidly long post but this time its about the goth kids??? ii think lets start off with Michael i do not see a lot of fanart or acknowledgements of him being wasian then again im not sure i'm too deep into the goth kid side of the fandom for that so my apologies if im wrong here.. but on that note he is wasian, we do see his dad with curly hair but i think it's much funnier that 1. he either gets a perm or 2. he wakes up extra early to curl it every morning. to me he is 100% trad goth, the fits, the makeup all of it. I think maybe he leans more into 1980s trad goth, and his make-up wouldn't be as extravagant as some trad goth makeup if that makes sense?? not as heavy. i think he'd thrift a lot of pieces, it's the best place to find those old vintage outfits, good for cheap trench coats which is a STAPLE in his wardrobe. Definitely shoulder pads and going for that sort of triangular silhouette. i know he's listed as edwardian gothic in his wiki but i just feel like... 1980s trad trust me wink face. Going next to Pete his outfit is a little fancier just going based of the bolo tie because um... so i'm kind of swapping the fashion here and saying Pete kind of leans into a more victorian kind of goth, once again maybe less fanciful seeing as he's only 10 or however old a fourth grader is. More button-ups with frilly sleeves and like frilly necklines, like a vampire but dont you dare. ever EVERR imply his fashion is vampiric. I do, like all of the other kids, believe he does take a lot of fashion from trad goth though of course. I think he already wears platforms?? I'm not sure whats going on with his shoes but i think he wears them eitherway. Big teased hair, always looks like he's mildly balding when roots come in but it's not as bad as it would be if he was blonde. Henrietta im so avoiding firkle... ANYWAY!!! Henrietta, trad goth makeup BUT i think she'd lean more into romantic goth fashion, big sleeves and long dresses with lots of jewlery. She has that pretty extravagant trad goth makeup that Michael doesn't do, white base heavy eyeliner (this is despite her character being the only one to actually not wear eyeliner..) but you know!! the works!! we already see her with colored lipstick so i think she'd continue to use the funky colors on her lips. Henrietta for sure rocks a bats nest and soo so much of that got2b hairspray, like that is STAYING in place. not budging at all. firkle... i know he's considered to be the most goth out of them but he's also like 5 years old??? I don't know if he'd really delve too deep into any category BUT trad goth. A much more casual approach to it though becauese again he's 5!!!!!!! he probably uses his moms makeup and has like eyeshadow on his lips. Either that or he got one of henriettas old purple lipsticks. his PC design is definetely way more hardcore, like full of tattoos and piercings so i like to believe he constantly rocks fake tattoos and like those little glue-on balls.. that'd be cute. I'm not so sure it'd be easy to thrift trad goth clothes for little little kids so i'm guessing he has a lot of like normal looking clothes that are just black or got onesof his parents to do diy stuff. dont know but he's probably the coolest kindergartner in the world. absolutely gives himself stick and pokes and piercings in the school bathroom. im more scene myself but have really been getting into 1980s trad goth lately and have always been in the goth space .. maybe I AM firkle

[bubble7o7]

Mature Content

Over 18’s Only

Yoongi x Reader

Possessed…

“Hey what do you think I should I wear?” Your boyfriend asks.

“It doesn’t have to be anything too fancy it’s just a catch up with the boys make sure you’re comfortable”

He pulls out his black turtleneck.

“Nooope not that!” You laugh

“What, why? But you like this one…”

“There is no like with this turtleneck… there is only lust! I won’t get through the evening if I’m sitting next to you and you’re wearing that!” You explain.

“I don’t get it?” He pouts

“Oh my sweet sweet Yoongi!!… let’s just say it distracts me… it makes me hot, really hot… like it makes me want to rip your clothes off hot and do inappropriate things to you regardless of where we are kinda hot. It’s like I’m possessed!” you laugh.

“Ooh!… so you’re saying… I shouldn’t wear it?” He moves in closer and smooches your cheek.

“No, please… oh god… see I’m already sweating thinking about it and the cab will be here in 5mins”

“Have you got your outfit sorted?”

“Yeah, just wide leg trousers and my black shirt, the one that used to be yours” you wink.

“Mmmmh”

“Ok keep an eye out for the cab, I’ll just go get changed”

“It’s here!” he shouts while putting his coat on.

“Ok, ok” you rush round grabbing your bag hopping on one foot nearly tripping over your laces.

Fortunately it’s only a short cab ride to the restaurant so you’re only a couple of minutes late to meet the boys.

“Hiiiiii guys… is everyone ok?” you ask

“Here come sit by me y/n” Hobi taps the seat next to him. You sit and give him a peck on the cheek.

Yoongi takes the seat opposite you and flashes his trademark grin while sliding his coat off.

You gasp.

“You little shit!…” you whisper to him.

He laughs.

You blush.

“What’s with you guys?” asks Hobi.

“Oh nothing… I’m just a bit hot” you smile, fanning your cheeks with your hand.

He reaches his hand out to you from across the table… “I couldn’t resist… I’m sorry” he whispers while stroking the palm of your hand with his thumb.

“You will be…” you exclaim.

“Heeey can you guys not for like 5 mins” Hobi laughs...

You blush again…. “I need a drink”

You can’t take your eyes off of him and he knows it.

He takes a sip from his drink all the while his eyes are on you. He strokes his fingers round the collar of his jumper, rubbing his hands up and down his chest, smiling while he does it. He runs his fingers through his hair and adjusts his sweater all while staring straight at you.

It’s all too much for you.

“Excuse me guys I’m just going to the toilet”

You splash some water on your neck to cool off a little. Looking in the mirror you laugh to yourself at the fact that a simple turtleneck sweater has you so completely frazzled. You take in a deep breath, fix your shirt and re-apply your lip gloss.

“I have too many buttons fastened on this shirt” you think to yourself. “Two can play this game Min Yoongi!” You undo a couple of buttons and make your way back to your table.

“You ok my love?” Yoongi asks smiling up at you.

“Yeah I’m good, just feeling a little hot under the collar if you know what I mean?” You smile brushing your hand across his shoulder as you pass.

“Did you order for us?” You ask.

“Yeah I got us a mixture, some side dishes are here now, taste this kimchi”

You lean over to him making sure he has full view of your cleavage while you take a bite.

“Mmmmh that’s tasty” you sigh licking your lips.

You watch as his eyes move from your mouth slowly down to your chest.

“Ayysh!” he quietly moans. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, then bites down on his knuckle in frustration.

“Sorry… I couldn’t resist” you whisper to him.

You pour a shot of soju for you both and clink his glass, smiling while you down it. He takes in a deep breath before he downs his, he can’t work out where to look.

The drinks are flowing a little too well and the guys have you in stitches updating everyone on their latest shenanigans but you can feel his eyes on you constantly.

You look over at him and smile. You notice a spot of sauce on his lips.

“Here come closer, you have some sauce on your lip” you reach your hand out to him.

You lean in to him making sure he enjoys the view again and gently wipe the corner of his mouth with your thumb.

He takes hold of your wrist pulling it back towards him and sucks the sauce from your thumb.

“Fuuuuuuck” you whisper to yourself. You genuinely believe he will be the death of you.

The sound of Hobi’s voice snaps you out of it “You guys think you’re so subtle, you haven’t taken your eyes off each other the whole time. I bet you don’t even know what we’ve been talking about most of the time?” He whispers.

“I’m sorry Hobi, you know what he’s like. He’s such a tease.” You smile.

“I’m just going to the toilet” Yoongi stands and adjusts his sweater.

“Good it’ll give Y/N chance to breathe” Hobi laughs.

Within a couple of minutes your phone buzzes with a text from Yoongi.

“Come to the back door now” quickly followed by “please?”.

“I’m being summoned” you smile to Hobi, barely hiding your excitement.

You head outside to the dimly lit yard, looking around you call out

“Yoongs?… where are y…?”

“Here!” he grabs you by the waist from behind pulling you to him. You feel the warmth of his breath on your neck, his hand slides slowly into your shirt and gently grabs on to your boob, teasing your nipple. While the other hand is snaking round your hips.

He kisses down your neck and you melt into him. “Yoongi” you moan slowly sliding your hand across his crotch, caressing his growing erection. He turns you round to face him and kisses you passionately.

You end up against the wall, your hands in his hair and your kisses only getting more desperate. He’s grabbing at your waist and grinding himself up against you.

His hands are everywhere eventually sliding under your shirt and wrapped around you again.

You break from his kiss to take in a breath but he continues his attack.

“Fuck baby” you moan into his ear. “Yoong’s… I’m supposed to be the one who can’t control herself with you in that sweater!… We have to go back in… let’s not get arrested for indecent exposure!”

“I don’t want to” he protests.

“We have to, come on!” You pull him by the hand back to the door, he grabs you by the waist and whispers “I can’t wait to get you home” then makes his way back to his seat as if nothing happened.

“You guys get enough fresh air?” Asks Jimin with a cheeky grin.

You blush and take your seat. You can’t think of anything else but his voice and words in your ear.

Not long after everyone starts preparing to leave.

“Hey we’re going to JK’s for drinks… you guys coming?” asks RM

“No… erm I’ve got some things I need to finish… for work. So we’ll be heading home. Maybe another time?”

Your cab arrives. You blow kisses to the boys and take a seat in the back while you wait for Yoongi to finish his goodbyes before joining you.

You try to avoid eye contact with him and play with the buttons on your shirt but he’s not hiding the fact that he only has eyes for you. You quickly glance over to him and catch his smile forming.

The cab pulls up to your door and you quickly hop out while Yoongi takes care of the fare.

You run to the door and try to input the code.

You feel his warmth on your back while he stands behind you. He doesn’t say a word, just stands there with his lips centimetres from your neck.

After two failed attempts you eventually input the right passcode. He follows you in and shuts it behind him, leaning back he watches as you take off your coat and slowly turning to face him.

“Hmmm… we’re home now… oh I wonder what should we do?” You smile as you playfully twiddle your thumbs.

Smiling his gummy smile, without breaking his gaze, he kicks his shoes off, throws his coat on the floor and rushes towards you sweeping you off your feet.

You squeal with excitement and he silences you with his lips.

He takes you into the living room and holding you by the waist he unbuttons your trousers, slides his hands into your underwear and pulls them both down.

You start to unbutton your shirt but he grabs your hand stopping you “Could we maybe keep this on a little longer?” He smiles. You have one button left holding it in place, barely covering your boobs and hanging off one shoulder.

He pulls you down to him so you’re straddling his lap. You unbuckle his belt and tease his jeans down enough to reveal his perfect erection.

You hover back over him then slowly guide him inside “Oh fuck Yoongi” you moan, savouring every inch of him.

He takes in a breath “Damn… you feel fucking amazing” he takes your face in his hands and kisses you desperately.

Within minutes you’re frantically fucking each other, neither one of you can get enough. He lifts you and moves you so you’re flat on the sofa and he continues to pound away, taking all his frustrations out on your hips. It’s not long before you’ve climax crying out his name, and end up wrapped in each other.

“Oh my god Yoongi!” You laugh!

He leans over popping the last button on your shirt and kisses down your chest.

“I know what you mean now… I get it”

“Get what?” You ask.

“You can’t wear this shirt out in public ever again, it makes me hot” he laughs… “You’ve possessed me!”

The feelings mutual.

[eolewyn1010]

Downton Abbey Fashion 51 - outdoors fashion in 1924

I actually don’t have mourning dresses for this season (except Edith wears some unofficial black when she finally gets the death news about Michael Gregson, but that’s not enough to warrant an entire post), so we’ll jump right into the coats and walking suits.

Violet in a glorious, rich plum shade introduces her coats of this season as mostly going without the furs she used to flaunt so happily, although not lacking in gravitas for it. In this case, the big folded lapels do the job, or should I say lapel because this is going a little into asymmetry. Plus I haven’t seen this pretty hat before, a sweet velvet number with a floofy feather and a hatband embroidered in gold and purple shades.

I won’t ever be a great fan of the dusty Crawley purple, but the piping work on this is really nice, especially the slanting part on the lower part of the coat. But it actually took me until now to ask: With this fashionable style of the 1920s that leaves a deep V in the front and only has a closure at the hip, wouldn’t they want to wear scarves in certain weather? I imagine it can get a bit cold on neck and chest. Her hat has a nice flowery wrap; she could match the scarf to it.

Familiar hat in this one, new coat. This could possibly be a little blueish, but I think I’ll just go with calling it grey. It looks nice and comfortable, but it’s not doing much beside the mandala-like embroidery on the lapels. Violet sure seems to think it fancy enough to wear it as a wedding guest in season 6, although she does get another fancy hat with plumage and sparkly flowers for the occasion.

Heh, this is a coat we’ve actually seen before. We haven’t seen much of it, so it took me a moment to realize – Violet wore this tweed for a hunting expedition in the Highlands at the end of season 3; the glen check is the same. It’s just that she was in her furs phase then, so this is the first time I see this lovely collar with the plum velvet lining on the lapels. It’s such a nice backdrop for little golden brooches, too! Violet tops it off with a chestnut velvet hat, and the whole look is so neat.

The hat in the first picture hat is one she’s already worn for her garden outfit at the end of season 4, but here it shows a very pretty effect of the translucent brim: Certain light can give Violet a sort of soft golden halo. Since it’s entirely contrary to her snarky and “I’m old enough to have seen literally everything” character, I assume it’s not on purpose, so I’ll enjoy the look without tacked-on symbolism. Also, obviously, another coat, this one in dusty blue and with some white lace on the lapels. I think this little peaked design that repeats on the cuffs and pocket flaps is really lovely. Violet definitely thinks this nice enough to repeat the look for Rose’s wedding, and she gets more wear out of this in season 6.

Help me, meander; you’re my only hope! As I drown in lilac fabrics… It’s a nice enough coat, but without the collar embroidery, it wouldn’t warrant a second look, and certainly not be kept on for season 6 when it’s one of Violet’s go-to coats. The hats are a little better, working out something more intricate with the feathers and applications.

Now that we’re on a walking dress, I should finally address the most remarkable change to Violet’s wardrobe this season: She largely leaves the high collars behind. From now on, her neckline is mostly at the base of her neck instead of just under her chin. Perhaps that’s what had me thinking about scarves. Is this dress more blue or more purple? Does it matter with these dusty shades? I like how the yoke is made up here, two curves of pin tucks layering over each other. And there’s the embroidery strip down the length, black and blue and golden to pop a little.

And now finally for a saturated color: This gorgeous blue coat that’s just a mass of velvet with not much shaping below the shoulders and sleeves because one, this is the 1920s, and two, Violet can afford this amount of velvet. I love this, I want this. Also, fur has a little comeback with that black stola Violet adds to the coat in the second picture. Violet also uses the coat to prompt her memory about an ice blue velvet dress with silver lace that she wore the evening when her ill-fated little romance with a Russian nobleman began, presumably an evening gown in 1870s or 1880s style – would have loved to see that one.

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Isobel looks so exasperated here; I bet she’s talking to Violet. Pretty solid coat; could do with some shaping, but we can’t have that in this decade. I complain about grey a lot, but the tweed is a thing of beauty. And the lining that peeks out at the collar seems to be brown velvet, which is nice and a little extra on a coat that doesn’t much beside perpendicular-running pin tucks. When she wears the coat again in season 6, I’m not sure if she has a new hat that looks a lot like the first, or she just pinned a little pleated fabric star to the hat she already had.

Another pretty hat in the second picture here; the leaves design is lovely. And I get more blue because Isobel and Violet have synced up at this point. This is the sort of coat I would wear myself in an instant, not ostentatious, but nice to look at, with a clean cut and a pretty collar with a bit of subtle embroidery. Isobel wears it a lot in season 6.

Velvet for everyone! Okay, I’m really weak for this deep red velvet in particular. This is a beautiful walking suit, although part of me thinks she should have chosen a matte hat with this. But anyway. Like Violet’s coat, this isn’t doing anything fancy with the cut; it doesn’t even have lapels or a collar because shiny fabric, you guys. And we celebrate the return of Isobel’s little flower-shaped shell brooch.

Isobel likes dark red and she likes walking suits, so she gets another one right away. Since this one is not as shiny as the velvet suit, it can get away with a small piping motif on the trim and even a hat matching in color. Luckily, this is a suit Isobel repeats in season 6, and she adds some extra nice decoration to her hat. The white shirt she wears under this, either lace or something with whitework all over, seems to always be the same. She probably looked at this at some point and went, “yup, this shirt with this suit, forever and ever, amen.”

This one is a very simple outfit and not exactly made as a match; it looks more like a worn coat and a simple skirt that Isobel doesn’t mind wearing when working in the garden. Everything is a little crinkly, including the hat, and she looks rather comfy. It is apparently also a look fit for receiving a proposal. Now I’m trying to remember if the coat is a leftover from an older outfit, but since I can’t pin it down, just take it as it is.

Last but not least, a walking dress; Isobel shows up in blue. Somehow, the second picture makes this look like it has a little much going on. The brown embroidery, white lace trim, the pin tucks in the the front V, spirals here and pointed cuffs there… I think the front of the dress would have profited from not putting in those extra seams running over the front of the shoulders. I cannot imagine that they had to rely on piecing there; this is a structural seam, and it does the bit of ruffling that my brain takes in as Too Much.

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And since Lady Shackleton drops by, we’ll have a quick look at her outfit, too. She’s got some brown-golden gown peeking out there that has a high waist seam and a gathered skirt falling beneath it because Lady Shackleton doesn’t know contemporary fashions, but mainly, she’s wearing that black fur cape…because she doesn’t know contemporary fashions and is filthy rich.

[rainintheevening]

🍁🍁Comfy-vember🍁🍁

Day 5: Saying their name | Dressing fancy

Daisy Johnson (Skye) & Phil Coulson, Agents of SHIELD, AU

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Skye—Daisy—twisted and turned in front of the mirror, biting her lip as she considered the full skirt with its layers of tulle and silk, the little flowers with tiny green leaves worked in glimmering thread around the waist and square neckline, the fluttery short sleeves that showed off the muscles she'd spent the last few years acquiring.

The whole thing made her feel more like a Disney princess than a SHIELD agent, but she actually didn't mind. Not for a night, certainly.

The deep red dress was a Christmas present from Coulson, overwhelming in that it had been custom made for her, with real silk and everything. It had hidden pockets for her phone and anything else she might want. Even the embroidered flowers had pink daisies mixed with red roses.

Just as exciting was that Grant had no idea what she was wearing tonight, other than it being red. The thrill of imagining his reaction, made her suddenly shy, and she turned away from the mirror, pressed the cool backs of her fingers to her flushed cheeks.

A knock at the door of her small bedroom, and she stilled, alert as a rabbit till Coulson's query made her smile.

"Daisy?"

"Come in!" She tried to stand confident and relaxed, but her fingers still twitched, so she clasped her hands behind her back to hide it.

Coulson didn't look up until he was in the room, door mostly shut behind him. When he did, the slow drop of his jaw, the smile that made his face all soft, the murmured, "Wow," made tears spring to Daisy's eyes.

"It's even more beautiful than I thought it would be. You make it beautiful." Coulson passed her a handkerchief, and she tried not to smudge her makeup, suddenly glad she'd gone minimal today.

"Really?" she sniffled.

"Of course." His eyes seemed to be suspiciously shiny too. "My mother had a red dress, something like that. You're just as pretty as she was."

Daisy thought she might melt through the floor at such a compliment, the idea that she might be considered as much a part of Coulson's family as the woman who had been his own blood. She stepped into his arms then, hugged him tight.

"Thanks, AC," she whispered. "Thank you. For all of it."

The dress, the compliments, the hug, his trust in letting her date Grant... She owed him so much.

"My pleasure." He kept his arm around her shoulders as she pulled away, smoothed her skirts back into place, found a watery smile for him.

"You look great too," she said. He was wearing a much nicer suit than usual, black, white shirt, white gloves, and with a red bow tie, as seemed fitting for a chauffeur. "You're sure you don't mind driving us?"

"Are you kidding? You think I'd let some random limo driver take my two best agents anywhere? Someone's gotta be packing for the night. Besides, it's Grant's birthday. It's the least I can do."

Daisy grinned, his chatter lightening the air. "Are you gonna dance too?"

"I'll steal you for one number." Coulson stuck out his hand, smilingly serious. "Deal?"

"Deal." She shook his hand gravely.

"Five minutes?"

She watched him step back out, suddenly noting how much happier she felt, how much more confident. Just like how a dad should make his daughter feel before a big date night. "Should I put my coat on now, or wait till we get to the car?"

He smiled back over his shoulder, quick and amused. "Grant's in the common room. Maybe let him see you first."

"Okay." Again her cheeks warmed, thinking of her boyfriend, hoping his face would light up at seeing her as much as Coulson's had.

"See you at the elevator, Miss Daisy Johnson."

She rarely heard her full name, and sometimes she wasn't totally sure it belonged to her, but the way Coulson said it warmed her down to her toes.

"Thank you, Philip," she answered, giving him what was meant to be a graceful nod of dismissal. "That will be all."

She had to turn away hastily to hide her snort, as the door shut on Coulson's muttered, "Well, I guess chauffeurs usually get called by first names, don't they?"

Nerves now exchanged for elation, Skye hurried to grab the rest of her things, humming Taylor's 'The Best Day' under her breath.

Now I know why the all the trees change in the fall / I know you were on my side / Even when I was wrong / And I love you for giving me your eyes / Staying back and watching me shine...

[foodandfolklore]

Kitchen Witch Essentials

I want to preference this by saying your priorities of tools for your craft will vary as you get more experienced. If you get more into baking, you may choose to invest in a kitchen mixer. If your path goes more down drinks, you might want to get a French press. This list is for those starting out or looking to maintain general witchy cooking. Nothing on this list is mandatory, so don't feel like you need to go spend money just because it's on this list.

This list will also assume you have general kitchen stuff, like pots, pans, and knives. You may not have everything, but you have enough to cook.

Wooden Spoon

If for whatever reason you don't have a wooden spoon, and you want to do kitchen magic, I strongly recommend you go and get one. You can get them at any store that sells Kitchen Utensils, including the dollar store.

For some kitchen witches, the wooden spoon is like a magic wand. Allowing the witch to direct energy. Personally, I just enjoy using natural materials whenever I can. Also, it's just such a useful tool to have when cooking. You can stir your food on stove top, and since it's made of wood you don't need to worry about damaging non stick surfaces. If you're boiling pasta, stirring with a wooden spoon helps get rid of the foam overboil. You can also just leave the spoon over the pot to prevent pasta water overboiling. Baking bread? Flip the spoon around and use the handle to bring the dough together.

Some people choose to add sigils or other symbols onto their witchy spoons. If you decide to do this, please do not use paint or stain, as this can come off while cooking. Unless this will be a display only spoon, of course. Safest way is to laser burn a design. Check etsy for custom spoons.

Herbs/Spices you know the properties of

I'm sure you already have some non perishable Herbs or Spices in your pantry or spice rack. Black Pepper, Garlic powder, Cinnamon, Paprika, that kind of thing. I want you to pick one and deep dive into the history of that Herb/Spice. What it's been used for in the past, what are some common magical properties and associations; what do YOU associate with it. Write down the magical association, like protection, banish negativity, prosperity, ect. Start with one, work your way up to three. If you have trouble memorizing, keep a little cheat sheet near by.

Now when you add these seasonings, you know what energies you can add/attract with your food.

Mortar and Pestle

If you already have another way to grind spices, like a coffee grinder, this does not need to be a priority. And if you have arm or shoulder issues, I don't recommend using. The main benefit to using a mortar and pestle is the crushing style of grinding tends to release more aroma and flavor then the cutting style of a coffee grinder. If you plan to just use for dry spices, you won't need a very big or fancy one. 20 dollars should get you something small and solid.

Make sure you are getting one made of stone. I tried a wooden one and it's garbage. I use it to hold messy spoons. There are also metal ones, and while I've never tried one, I encourage caution. I worry about long term use stripping whatever coating is stopping it from rusting.

Jars

Glass Jars are so great to have in the kitchen. Leftover sauce? Put it in a jar. Suddenly made a jam? We got jars to put it in. Meal prep overnight oats? Jars are here for you! They're just great for storage. And you don't need to buy them. Lots of things come in jars; just give them a hot soapy soak, scrap the label off, wash and reuse. If you prefer mason jars, I recommend washing the lids by hand. The lids aren't meant to be reused for jarring, so they rust fairly quickly after a few washes. You can buy replacement lids, however.

Plastic Containers

Jars are great, but things get a little dicey when you want to put stuff in the freezer. Water likes to make sure everyone knows it's cold by puffing up bigger; like look at me, I'm freezing here! Which means, there's a chance your glass jar can shatter.

But freezing food is the best way to preserve food since you don't need to add anything like extra salt or sugar. So get some freezer safe containers. I love making batches of broth and stock, and freeze it for later. Or if we have a lot of leftovers, I'll freeze enough for a dinner another week, incase I don't have enough spoons to make dinner one evening. And don't worry, you can wash and reuse plastic containers too.

I'll also freeze food I notice is starting to go weird. If I buy a huge bag of baby spinach, but can't get through it all, I'll transfer it to a freezer bag. Adding frozen spinach to food as it cooks is one of the easiest ways to up your nutrients. You can also freeze other vegetables, just make sure you cut them up first.

Crock Pot/Slow Cooker

Every Witch Needs a Cauldron, and these are Electric Cauldrons. Prices vary mainly based on the size you want. There are different brands, different colors; you can even get some in the theme of your favorite fandom. But they all have the same 3 core settings: High, Low, and keep warm.

Slow cookers are....well, slow. Which is great for certain kinds of food that need to sit for a long time, like meats. But it's also great for Kitchen Witches with a lot going on. Non witches will "Set it and forget it" but it's a good idea to stir every once in a while. Which is where the magic comes in. So, if you're a scatter brained Witch, Like me, or have ADHD and have trouble focusing, an electric cauldron might be for you. Throw everything together in 15 minutes, then give it love and attention when you remember. Normally that happens when you start to smell the food.

Again, this is my preference. Some Kitchen Witches I know prefer to identify a specific pot as their cauldron. Some went and got an actual full size, cast iron cauldron; which is amazing but not feasible for most. I grew up using a slow cooker, so I'm very comfortable around one. But if it's not your thing; that's fine. Maybe your cauldron will be a rice cooker or a Boston Shaker.

[artemisrogers]

Midnight Kisses are Dangerous

Olson Motionless is invited to a party by her friend Helina Hetfield. When she ends up getting invited to a private room, with none other than James Hetfield himself things get interesting.

I really didn't want to go out tonight but of course Helina begged me to go. I was in my room dressed in one of my favorite outfits I owned. The top part was long sleeved, made of black leather coated in a gloss that gave it a shiny look with a corset built into the stomach. A v opening in the front of the top covered my medium sized breasts except for a sliver. My non-cleavage showed off my tattoo in the center of my sternum of a heart with a small black cross in it surrounded by flames on the outside of this heart. The back of the top part was open exposing my upper back with a silk ribbon tied against my shoulder blades.

The bottom part of my outfit is my personal favorite part about it! Long black lace for the top layer with black silk under it going down to my ankles had roses as the pattern in the lace. I wore black platform hi-heels for shoes, and put my jet black hair up into a ponytail. I finished up my makeup adding a bit of orange glitter to my deep purple eyeshadow, gray blush and black lipstick.

I heard the car horn telling me that Helina was here. I looked in the mirror one last time and sighed softly. Closing my door I went downstairs and out the door locking it. Of course Helina the damn flirt he is starting whistling flirtatiously at me, cat calling like I was some goth chick he didn't know. Like father like son I guess. I got in the passenger side of the car giving him the finger, I looked at his outfit of a black tank top showing off his muscular arms and ripped jeans with black combat boots.

"You ready for tonight my damsel of the night?"

"I guess, and what did I tell you about that flirting shit? Save it for the next person you're gonna fuck not your friend!" I said lightly punching him in his left bicep.

Once we arrived at the big fancy mansion where this party was, I was greeted with loud music, yelling, and bright flashing lights. Helina held the door open offering me inside this place first. Getting out of the car I blew out the breath I had been holding and went inside. The song playing currently was Friday the 13th by the Misfits. I lost Helina already so I decided to explore shit on my own. I just hoped I didn't run into the one person tonight. James Hetfield Helina's father.

I got offered a drink by multiple guys and complimented on by many people. I eased into the party my comfort growing. I decided to get on the dance floor after a few glasses of non-alcoholic lemonades. As I shoved through the crowds of people I smacked into a guy's back almost falling on my ass. The guy caught me by the arm apologizing to me. I looked at the guys face and my heart did a flip flop.

"Sorry didn't see you there."

"I-it's ok." I said as I tried not to stare.

The one person I didn't want to run into was standing in front of my face. In the flesh! Dressed in blue jeans that were faded a little and a long sleeved Metallica shirt, James stared at me. I felt like I was being observed under a microscope like a piece of bacteria. He ran a hand through his shirt blonde hair his icy blue eyes, looked me up and down. After what felt like 10 years, he offered a dance with him.

"Hope you don't mind if I offer you a dance with me."

"I don't mind Mr. Hetfield."

"Please call me James. What's your name if you don'tind me asking. A pretty woman like yourself must have a sexy name."

"I'm Olson Motionless."

"Chris Motionless' child I've heard about you from your father, and my son Helina. I must say you've definitely inherited his taste in fashion and style!" James said as he put on hand on my hip the other intertwined in mine as the next song played.

The song that came on was Nothing Else Matters. We slowed danced to the song and I tried not to stare at him, or make it obvious at least. Honestly for being only 36 while I'm 25, he was very... handsome. James cracked a smile when he made eye contact with me, making me blush with embarrassment at the fact he probably caught me staring at him.

"See something you like Olson?"

"Oh fuck! Um sorry I-I didn't mean to stare! It's just your...your...h-hot! I mean sexy! I mean-" I spluttered.

James laughed at my little stutter show and told me he was flatter. Once the song was over he offer to hang with me the rest of the night. Of course I accepted this and talk to him. As we got to know each other more and, I laughed when he told me stories about his crazy moments on tour I found myself slowly falling for him. I know I shouldn't as he was my friend's dad and he was married. Well until his wife had passed away after giving birth to Helina.

The party ended and I decided I would walk home instead of taking a ride from Helina. As I walked down the steps of the mansion I heard James' voice calling my name. I stopped and let him catch up to me. Once James caught up his eyes regular blue, James offered to take me back to his place to spend the night. I decided to take his offer yet again and mentally scolded myself when a dirty thought popped into my head. He opened his passenger door for me and I got in.

Once we were both in the car and James Started to drive, I could feel the tension in the air between us. I was caught off guard when I felt his hand on my own, tracing little circles on it while he drives. We arrived at his house and went inside. His house had all kinds of hunting, music and car themes in each room. He sat down on the couch patting the seat next to him. I sat down, the bottom of my dress brushed against his jeans.

"Listen Olson I have a confession to make. I really like you, like in a more than a friend kind of way. You're kind, sweet, and if course sexy as hell. I want to be with you on many levels. I know we just met and there's a bit of an age gap, but that doesn't matter to me. I feel like we clicked and match up perfectly with each other." James confessed to my face.

My cheeks burned as I felt myself blush probably looking like a goth tomato. I didn't know what to say as my thoughts scrambled together in my head. James leaned in close to me bringing a hand to my face to cup my cheek, making my heart flutter. I felt like time had stopped when I felt his lips crash against mine, his kiss deep and passionate. I felt his tongue traced my lips as I kissed him seeking entrance into my mouth. I heard a soft moan escape from me as we made out with each other.

Pulling away making me long for more, he put his hands on my hip and pulled me into his lap. I could see his desire for me, his eyes bright blue with lust and love. I felt my own pussy start to faintly pulse telling me I was gonna be soaking wet soon enough. As if reading my body language he scooped me up and took me upstairs to his bedroom. Sitting me down on the edge of the bed he put both his hands in either side of my hips and nipped my earlobe.

"Such a naughty girl aren't you. Kissing me like I'm a piece of candy." James teased me as he kissed my neck and jawline.

Every touch, bite, and kiss sent waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter. When I felt his hand grab my neck forcing me to look into his eyes I moaned his name softly. He chuckled squeezing my throat enough to let me know he's in charge tonight. He let go of me and slowly pulled off his shirt showing me a vcut, flat stomach, and flat pecs. His nipples were hard as he grabbed both my wrists, and stood me up pinning them above my head

"Fuck your so fucking sexy baby. Wearing that dress just to tease me. Of course you're not going to be needing it much longer for what I plan on doing to you." James said as he talked dirty to me while keeping my wrists above my head. With his other hand he reached around my back until he found my ribbon that closed my dress and pulled it loose.

Letting go of my wrists he slowly pushedy dress down letting it drop to the floor. I was left standing there in my heels, and black panties and black bra both made of lace. I heard a groan escape James as he ran a finger down my flat stomach. God it was like he was torturing me with pleasure! I felt him grab both my breasts through the bra and squeeze them like stress balls. I moaned loudly as my eyes closed in pleasure.

"Open those pretty eyes for me baby. I want to see how much you want my cock inside that tight little pussy of yours" James growled in my ears as he let go of my boobs as, he placed a kiss on my stomach.

I opened my eyes my breathing shallow, as I felt my stomach tense at the kiss. I felt him slide his hands down my thighs pushing them open. I gasped when I felt his teeth pull at my panties tugging them down my leg, exposing my wet shaved cunt to the cool air. Dropping them onto the floor I felt his hot breath in-between my legs, and moaned when I felt his tongue lick my slit.

"Oh fuck! M-more please!"

"Begging already I'm just getting started. You taste fucking good. You like it when I lick your wet pussy don't you? You like feeling my tongue slide in and out of your tight hole, my lips suck in your clit?"

"Fuck James ngh!" I moaned out as I felt my walls clench as I got closer to orgasm as I felt him eat my pussy out.

James sensing I was close, slipped a finger into my pussy curling it around inside me. I arched my back, my moans getting louder and needier. James growled as he sucked in my clit pushing two fingers in and thrusting faster. I grip the bedsheets tightly until my knuckles were white, my orgasm getting closer and closer.

"Cum for me baby girl. Cum all over my fingers and face."

I moan so loud I'm pretty sure the neighbors next door could hear me from outside. I clenched around James fingers as I came hard. James groaned as he lapped up my juices pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. I panted softly, my body sweating and my juices dripping onto the sheets as I finished cumming. James stood up and began to unbuckle his belt, his erection pressing against his jeans.

"Spread those legs wider, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week." James said as I spread my legs wider.

I inhale sharply when I watched as his hard cock sprang out from his jeans, and boxers the head leaking precum already. James stroked himself a few times as he straddled my hips lining his dick up at my entrance. I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head when he pushed himself inside me grunting softly. Slowly James thrusts into my pussy gripping my hips for support as he, drove himself deeper into me.

"So fucking tight! Fuck baby girl!" James grunted as his thrusts became faster his balls hitting my ass cheeks.

I felt my stomach tightened as I got closer to the edge again. My breathing coming in short gasps as my moans got mixed in with whimpers. All that could be heard in the room was my moans mixed with James' grunts. I could tell James was getting close to cumming when his thrusts became faster and harder. Finally as James pulled all the way out then slammed back into my cunt I cummed around his cock hard screaming his name.

"That's it baby, fuck I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" James said as he thrusts deeply one last time as I felt his warm cum shoot inside of me. Still buried inside me he collapsed onto my stomach, both of us panting softly.

As he pulled out with a wet pop James rolled onto his back catching his own breath. I was completely satisfied after that hot and tough sex. James pulled me close to him pressing a gentle kiss on my head. I laid my head on his chest happy that he chose me. I could already tell that this was going to be a lasting relationship.

[thedemoninmywalls]

First Impressions

How Rire and Aro met

CW: noncon & mind control

Rire heard nothing except the sound of his own blood pulsing in his ears, step by step with the pounding of his shoes on the pavement.

Weaving in between tall buildings and following winding streets, he ran through the night air.

Paranoia was an old friend. It had served Rire well in the old days, when he was a lower demon clawing his way up through the ranks of hell. Back then, paranoia taught him to stab others before they could stab you.

Now, that familiar terror was back with a vengeance, pushing Rire’s energy to the breaking point. Even he could not run forever. Not from a fallen angel.

But to stand his ground now would be suicide.

Cain had truly gone off the deep end this time. His mental health had never been the greatest, but now it seemed like he had truly snapped.

In the morning, he would be fine. Right now, he was like an animal chasing prey.

“Come out, demon…where are yoooou?”

Cain’s singsongy tone echoed across the surrounding buildings. If he woke up any sleeping humans inside, they didn't show it. He peeked around the street corners like a child playing hide and seek.

Rire leaned against a brick wall to catch his breath. He was beaten and bloody, his tentacles still recovering from a wound Cain had put in his back. Even worse, he had been repelled when he'd tried to influence Cain’s mind, only injuring himself in the process.

There was no getting around it - Rire needed help. He needed power, he needed to recover and recharge his abilities. And he had to do it fast.

As Rire looked around for some means of escape, tiny pinpricks of light dotted his vision. Each one was a human soul. There were thousands of them in this city, after all - in the buildings, on the streets, in the cars. Each one was a tremendous sources of power - if you knew how to use it.

There was no time to think through a proper plan. Cain was getting closer and Rire was running out of energy.

He picked a window at random and, with the last bit of his strength, made himself incorporeal. Only a wisp of black smoke seeped in through the window. It led into a bedroom in a small apartment.

A single soul was in this room, sleeping peacefully, but Rire paid no mind to it now. He crossed the room in his smoke form and disappeared into the closet. It was soft and warm there, filled with old coats and jackets.

He could wait him out, Rire decided. Cain wasn't known for his patience. Sooner or later he will get bored and give up the chase. Rire just needed to wait it out, to rest, and then leave when the coast was clear.

So he waited.

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Aro woke up that morning just as she did every day.

She ate breakfast just as she did every day.

She brushed her teeth and put up her hair just as she did every day.

She said goodbye to her parents when they went to work.

She had a few hours before going to work herself in the afternoon.

It was when she was getting dressed in her bedroom that she heard something coming from the closet.

Something that was watching her.

Aro figured it was just neighbors on the other side of the wall or perhaps a rat trapped inside.

She opened the closet door. She saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes staring back from the darkness.

She didn’t even have time to scream.

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There was a monster in her apartment. In her bedroom.

That much, at least, Aro was pretty sure about.

The rest of it? Not so much.

She found herself on her bed, her wrists tied in front of her with black ribbon she didn’t recognize.

And there was a man in her room.

At least he looked like a man.

Not like any man she’d ever seen, though. His clothes were old-fashioned and fancy, but torn and ruined. His hair was long and silky, loose around his shoulders. His skin was perfect but dotted here and there with wounds and dried black blood.

There was something…off about him. Aside from the fact that he was a stranger in her bedroom, that there were no signs of any violence or break-in…he gave off a distinctly Not Good vibe. At least that was how Aro’s confused mind interpreted it.

She remembered the yellow eyes in her closet, but this man was wearing dark sunglasses. He was looking at her old art - stick figures scribbled on the back of high school worksheets. He dropped the paper to the ground with an indifferent scoff.

Then he looked directly at her.

“Don’t bother screaming. No one will hear you.”

He said it with such conviction that Aro immediately believed him.

At last she found her voice, though it came out as a hoarse whisper.

“W-What are you?”

He smiled condescendingly, clearly amused by the trembling in her voice.

“You’re smarter than you look, it seems. You may call me Rire.”

He bowed to her. “Congratulations. You have just met a demon.”

Aro stared at him. She’d had very little exposure to the supernatural in her previously ordinary life. But now she knew what he was. She could work with that. Probably.

She cleared her throat. “What do you want from me?” she asked with a little more confidence.

“Nothing you won’t give me eventually,” he non-answered smoothly. “I just get bored from time to time, and little humans like you are fun to–”

“You’re bleeding,” she interrupted, pointing with her bound hands at one of the wounds on his arm.

Rire frowned and moved his arm behind his back. It was true he was still weak and bloody from the battle last night, but he didn't appreciate her pointing it out.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to interrupt?”

“I just wanted to know if you need help,” Aro answered. “My dad has a first aid kit in his room. I can go get it…”

She started to move off the bed, and Rire stepped in to block her way, his arms folded.

“Why would you want to help a demon who has broken into your home?”

She hesitated. “Because maybe…if I’m nice to you, you won’t hurt me?”

It sounded pretty pathetic now that she said it aloud, and when he laughed her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“That is incredibly naive, even for a human,” he grinned, showing off sharp white teeth. “The world doesn’t work like that, pet - your kindness will not always be repaid with kindness.”

“Well, it should be!” she protested, gesturing wildly with her bound hands. “If everyone repaid kindness with kindness, there would be less evil in the world.”

“Perhaps, but I really have to ask…” Rire came closer to her. “What makes you think I’m going to hurt you?”

He watched her pupils dilate in fear as she cringed away from him. Her terror was delicious, almost tangible - he could practically feel its power recharging him like a battery.

He needed more of it.

“...Aren’t you?” she asked faintly. She didn’t want to assume that he meant her harm just because he was a demon, but to be fair, the fact that he had broken into her home was probably a pretty good indicator.

“How about this?” he suggested. “I won't hurt you as long as you are quiet and do everything I say. Understand?”

Aro opened her mouth to respond, but the words that came out weren't her own.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Very good. Now get on your knees.”

Panic flooded every nerve of Aro’s body as her legs slowly sank to the ground, ignoring all her efforts to stay still. What was going on?! Why had she suddenly lost control of her body?

Then she heard the unmistakable sound of pants unzipping. Her blood ran cold when she saw his dick, large and erect.

“Open wide,” Rire ordered. “And relax your throat.”

Aro had never done this before, and her body was unprepared for it. Her gag reflex kicked in immediately, making it hard to breathe and swallow. Tears rolled down her cheeks. He filled up her entire mouth with warm flesh.

For his part, Rire relished the shame and agony he was causing - it fueled him, made him stronger. He moaned with pleasure as he thrusted himself further into his victim.

His control over Aro’s movements slipped a little bit, just enough for Aro to realize she could do something.

So she bit down. Hard.

“GAH!”

Rire pulled out before he reached orgasm, whipping fluid around the room.

“You wretched little brat!” Rire reeled back and slapped Aro across the face, knocking her backwards to the floor.

He towered over her as she pulled herself up to her knees. But instead of apologizing, she spat blood at his shoes.

“Stop hurting me and I’ll stop hurting you!” she snarled.

Rire reached for her, intending to choke the life out of her, but he stopped himself.

She <I>could</I> hurt him. She just did.

He was still hurting from the battle with Cain.

He didn't yet have enough energy to manifest tentacles. He needed more of her fear, her pain.

And for that he needed to keep her alive.

So Rire stopped, calmed himself down, and smiled. He patted her head fondly.

“You’re quite the fighter, aren't you? I think I’ll let you live just a bit longer.”

She glared at him, her eyes full of hatred and pain and fear.

He wanted to see more of it.

[alicewonderao3]

Blind Dates and Secrets

Summary: Charlotte and Jenna have been friends since kindergarten. When Jenna asks her for a favor, she doesn't hesitate. But it involves a price: She has to be her for the night, no questions asked. But what happens when her date isn't fooled, and he has questions of his own.

Characters: Dean Winchester and Charlotte, Jenna, and James Barnes.

Note: I wrote this for @the-slumberparty's mafia au challenge for April. Prompt: "Here, take my coat." As usual, I have no beta, so all mistakes are mine. Please let me know what you think, writing this felt different this time. Thanks!

Warnings: None.

The mob was not an unknown thing in New York City. Everyone on some level knew it existed, but most people never came into contact with them knowingly. But not me, I'd been best friends with Jenna since Kindergarten. The first time I visited her house, I was astounded by its size and how fancy it was. Jenna's room was much bigger than mine and she always had the nicest things.

As we grew up, it would have been easy for Jenna to cast me to the side and replace me with the other pretty, rich girls she hung out with, but she didn't. We were thick as thieves, Jenna and I. I never connected her dad to the mob until we started high school and the bodyguards came along. Jenna had these two guys following her whenever we were out at all times.

As teenagers, it was annoying. We just wanted freedom and to use the black card Jenna's dad gave her to buy clothes and other things. We ditched her guards a lot, and one afternoon I came over to hang out and heard her being lectured by her dad about ditching her guards. I felt a twinge of guilt as I heard him lecture her through the door.

Later, in the privacy of her room, I apologized and she just scoffed. "Daddy's always worrying about something. It doesn't matter." I tried to push it out of my mind as she had, but it was hard. This continued through high school and even college. We were still close, but I wouldn't count Jenna as one of my closest friends much anymore.

We were Sophomores in College when she met James Barnes. He was gorgeous and she fell in love so fast. Jenna always had her pick of the men, and as pretty as she was, there were lots of them through high school. I didn't date much, but I noticed that she seemed to keep this relationship a secret around her family.

I was studying with her in her apartment one night when I asked her about it. Jenna pushed her silky hair over her shoulder. "Daddy doesn't need to know everything, Charlotte. James is my secret for now." I knew how much she craved her privacy, so I didn't push. One afternoon, Jenna waylaid me after my final class with a panicked look in her eyes.

"Char, will you do me a favor, no questions asked?" I could see she wanted, no she needed me to say yes, and never one to refuse Jenna, I did. I shifted my bag on my shoulder, "Sure, what do you need?" I saw her visibly relax. "Just come with me." I let her lead me back to her apartment and after hurriedly changing into one of her outfits, she said, "I need you to pretend to be me tonight."

I met her gaze in the mirror. "What?" I wanted to be sure I heard her right, but she just waved away my questions. "I have no time to explain. The driver will drop you off at the restaurant, go in and give my name and they will lead you back. Play it cool, okay?"

I nodded and dressed in one of Jenna's dresses, I took deep breaths and forced myself to remain calm. I walked into the restaurant and gave her name to the hostess, who led me back to a quiet table. I was seated and glancing at the menu when the hostess came back with a man.

He was gorgeous. Tall, with short blonde hair and a pair of green eyes that seemed to see right through me. My heart fluttered in my chest and I dropped my eyes back down to the menu as he was seated. Silence fell between us as we examined the menu, and once the waiter arrived, he smoothly ordered for us both.

I'll admit, part of me felt a bit angry he was ordering for me, but since I wasn't being me tonight, I went along with it. His voice was even and deep as he requested the chicken marsala for us both, paired with a chardonnay. I sipped the buttery wine, which I knew had a hefty price tag, and remained silent.

He asked innocent questions at first, what I was majoring in at college, what my plans were for after, and things like that. I was sipping my wine when he said, "So, how much did Jenna tell you about tonight?" I nearly choked on the wine in my mouth and swallowed. I met his gaze and said, "I am Jenna." His lips quirked up into a smirk. He set down his knife and picked up his wine glass. "You're not Jenna. Her dad showed me her picture."

I felt my heart sink. Shit. So he'd known since the start of this date? But why wait until now to say something? I opened my mouth to ask this question but he cut me off, "So, how much do you know about Jenna's boyfriend, the Barnes boy?" James? Why was Dean asking questions about James? Something felt wrong like I was the butt of a joke I didn't realize someone was telling.

He saw all the questions in my eyes and after he paid for dinner, skipping dessert, I let him lead me out of the restaurant and down into central park. It didn't escape my notice the two bodyguards that followed behind us, closely. I slipped my arm through Dean's and said, "Okay, so you know I'm not Jenna." He nodded. "As I said, her dad showed me a picture of her. I knew who to look for. Why didn't she come?"

I sighed. "James." I glanced up at Dean and continued, "She's been dating him since the start of college, maybe before. I know she met him over the summer after high school. She went on a trip in Europe and came back with him." Dean kept an even pace with me and asked, "So, it's safe to say her dad doesn't know about him?"

I nodded. "No, he doesn't. She's kept him secret for years now. I've only met him once or twice myself." Dean led me to a bench under some trees and we sat down. Sitting down in Jenna's borrowed dress proved harder than I thought, and I tugged the short dress down as much as I could, crossing my legs. I met Dean's gaze. "What did you think of him?" He asked, giving me all of his attention.

James. Just thinking about him made me shiver a bit. "He's-" I started to speak, but couldn't gather my thoughts enough. "He's intense. He seems nice enough. We didn't speak hardly at all. When he's with Jenna, most of his attention is focused on her. He seems smitten. I just don't know why she hasn't introduced him to her parents yet. Especially after the ring shopping."

I saw Dean's eyebrow raise, but his face remained passive. He stared at me before asking, "Do you not understand the business that Jenna's dad is in, Charlotte?" I nodded. "To a degree, yes. But what do you and James have to do with her?" I could see Dean was trying to choose his words carefully. The longer he stared at me, the more it made me uncomfortable, and I shifted my weight as the breeze picked up, sending goosebumps down my arms.

When he spoke, I could see he was trying to make things as simple as possible for me. "Charlotte, James, and Jenna's dad are rivals. Their families have been feuding for generations now. He set me up on this date with her because he wants to unite his family and mine." This I understood. "Oh, so she's involved in some kind of Romeo and Juliet kinda thing then huh?" Dean nodded.

He stood up, and offering me his arm started to walk me back toward the car. The breeze picked up in the park, and this time I couldn't stop the shiver that spread through me. Dean chuckled, "Cold?" I nodded. "Jenna gave me one of her dresses to wear, and this isn't what I would normally wear for a date."

I felt a sudden warmth as Dean laughed again, the sound echoing in the mostly empty park. "Here, take my coat." I glanced up at him. "Thanks." We walked together in a sort of companionable silence, moving on to talk about other things besides the current situation. Once we'd reached my dorm, I handed him his jacket back as he asked me if I'd had fun tonight.

I bit my lip as I considered how to answer. I did feel like Jenna owed me a lot of answers the next time we spoke, but I truly did have fun with Dean. He was a handsome guy, and this was my first date in ages. I met his gaze. "I did. Haven't been out on a date in a while. My only complaint is we skipped dessert."

Dean chuckled as he slipped his coat on. Then he seemed to think of something, and as confident and handsome as he was, he seemed to go all blushing schoolboy on me, the words almost hesitant as they left his lips, "Would you want to go out again, maybe for dessert? I do owe you. And I know the best place in town for that."

I bit my lip again as I considered his offer. He was cute, and now I was nervous as I nodded. "Sure. You do owe me after all." Dean smiled and pulled his phone out, handing it to me. I added my number to his cell, and he added his to mine. I'd slipped Jenna's heels off and stood on tiptoe to hug him.

Dean's arms slipped around my waist and tugged me closer. This close, I could smell the expensive cologne he wore and as I pulled away, staring up into his eyes as he bent his head toward mine, could pick out the notes of pine and lemon, fresh clean scents that invaded my being before his lips touched mine. Softly at first, almost as if he thought I would break if he wasn't careful, and then he bent me back over his arm, his lips covering mine and almost stealing the breath from my lungs.

When we parted, my heart was racing in my chest as he grinned at me. "I'll text you later." And then he was gone, disappearing behind the elevator doors. I stood out in the hall a moment longer, my mind blank. I slowly touched my lips as a soft smile spread across my face. Yeah, this date had been good, I think. I had a ton of questions for Jenna, but those could wait. I wanted to let myself enjoy this moment. I had a feeling I was going to have a few more of these if I spent more time with Dean.

[broomballkraken]

Title: As in Coffee, As in Life Chapter 2: A Bit o' Sweetness

Fandom: Octopath Traveler 2

Pairing: Osvald/Partitio

Word count: 2292

Warnings: None

Fic Summary: “A bit o’ sweetness helps everythin’ along. As in coffee, as in life.” That was the mantra of Partitio and Roque Coffee Company. Partitio’s first customer on the opening day of the café, however, very much disagreed with this philosophy…well, the coffee part of it anyway. After learning more about Osvald, Partitio is determined to bring a little sweetness into the crestfallen professor’s life, whether he is ready for it or not.

Chapter Summary: It’s a slow Saturday at the café, and Partitio is happy to see Osvald when he stops in, just like had every day since the grand opening. However, Osvald is visibly distressed this time, and Partitio wasn’t going to let his favorite regular suffer without doing something to help him.

It had been two weeks since the grand opening of the café, and business was booming for Partitio. He had picked a location close to the university, so most of his customers consisted of students and professors in need of a caffeine boost or a quick lunch to fuel them as they engaged in their various academic pursuits.

True to his word, Osvald had stopped in every day since Partitio had ambushed him on the sidewalk and made him his very first customer. He always ordered the same thing: a large black coffee, and Partitio came to realize that it suited the prim-and-proper professor of chemistry. He was always dressed rather nicely, in sweaters or a vest under his fancy long coat. He had even stopped in on the weekend briefly while running errands, and Partitio jokingly liked to think that Osvald was really taking his title as a regular seriously.

A smile crossed Partitio’s face as he wiped down the counter and gazed around the café, the only two customers occupying a table by the window. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday, and a slow one at that. He attributed that to it being a warm, sunny day, and he figured that most people were enjoying some outdoor activities. His mind wandered, and Partitio wondered if he would see Osvald today...

“I’ve got a large americano for Primrose, and a large pumpkin spice latte for Alfyn!” Partitio called out as he set the drinks on the counter. The man sitting at the table by the window got up and approached Partitio with a bright smile on his face.

“Great, thanks!” the man said, taking the drinks, but not before placing a few dollars into the tip jar.

“Thankee kindly, sir! Have a great day!” Partitio waved as the man went back to his table and gave the americano to the woman, who giggled and placed a kiss on his cheek, which brought a smile to Partitio’s face. Perking up when the bell over the door chimed as someone entered the café, Partitio beamed when Osvald stepped inside.

“ Howdy Mr. Osvald! How’re you today-” Partitio started, but he cut himself off when he saw the look on Osvald’s face. He looked sadder than a dog without a bone, to put it very lightly, with the way his shoulders slumped and his lips were set in a deep frown. Partitio’s face fell when Osvald said nothing as he approached the counter.

“The usual...please.” Osvald’s voice was quiet when he finally did speak, and Partitio just nodded in response as he prepared his order, taking note of the dark bags that sat under Osvald’s eyes; did he not sleep at all last night? Osvald paid and when Partitio set his drink on the counter, he said nothing when he took it and went to sit at a table in the back of the café.

“Hoo-boy, what in tarnation happened?” Partitio muttered to himself. He drummed his fingers on the counter for a moment, before he turned his head and called out towards the back room.

“Hey, Ochette? I’m gonna take my break, can you man the front?”

Ochette, another of Partitio’s employees who also happened to be his roommate, bounced her way into the room and nodded vigorously, the fox ears on the hood of her sweatshirt bobbing with the movement.

“Sure thing, Parti! I just finished making the soup, and boy is it tasty!” Partitio laughed when Ochette licked her lips, and he hung up his apron as he moved out from behind the counter.

“Thankee kindly! I’ll be back in 30. I’ll try some o’ that soup when I get back.”

“Got it!”

Partitio smiled as she took care of the customer that had just walked in, but that smile quickly faded into a worried frown when he looked at the table where Osvald sat, not with a book in his hand as usual, but he was instead staring down at his coffee with such intensity that Partitio thought he might burn a hole through it.

“Hey, Osvald?” Partitio said when he took the empty seat across from him. Osvald’s eyes narrowed as he looked at him over his glasses, but he said nothing, so Partitio continued: “Are you...okay? You seem mighty distressed today.”

Osvald grunted and tightened his grip on his mug. Partitio felt sweat bead on the back of his neck; maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He hadn’t known Osvald for very long, so he was probably overstepping, but Partitio wasn’t one to sit idly by when someone was in need of help.

“...It’s my daughter,” Osvald finally said after a long pause. Partitio cocked his head to one side; he had never mentioned his daughter before.

“Is she okay? Ah, sorry, you don’t have to answer if it’s too personal...” Partitio said quickly, and he was starting to regret coming over here in the first place.

“...’s fine.” Osvald let out a long sigh, averting his gaze as he rubbed at the back of his neck. “It...might help if I talk through it with someone.” Partitio nodded as Osvald looked back at him, and the sadness that Partitio saw in his eyes made his heart hurt.

“Five years ago, I was living in Conning Creek with my wife, Rita, and daughter, Elena,” Osvald said, “I was leading a research team studying water samples there. One of the members of my team had an...unhealthy obsession with surpassing me, to put it lightly.”

From the way that Osvald’s face darkened as he bit his bottom lip, Partitio had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be a happy story, and that was confirmed when Osvald continued with watery eyes:

“I guess this jealousy of his peaked one night, and he set fire to my house while I was away on a business trip...My wife did not survive.”

Partitio was glad that he hadn’t gotten himself a drink, because he would have choked on it, as horrified as he was at Osvald’s words. His throat tightened up when a single tear fell down Osvald’s face, and Partitio barely resisted the urge to reach out and wipe it away.

“Elena was caught in the fire as well, but the firefighters were able to save her with minimal physical damage. The emotional and mental toll, however...” Osvald’s hands had started shaking against the table, and Partitio couldn’t stop himself this time, and he reached out to take them in his own.

“T-The trauma caused her to lose much of her memory, and she suffers from night terrors. She has shown improvement in the years since, but she still has a long way to go.”

“Osvald...” Partitio sniffed as he shed a few tears of his own, and he rubbed his arm over his face to wipe them away as he gave Osvald’s hand a squeeze. “I’m...so sorry that happened to you. I hope the bastard that did such a horrific thing got what he deserved.”

“ He...almost didn’t...” Osvald said, his voice soft, and Partitio’s eyes went wide, “Harvey...he framed me for everything, and I had to fight an uphill battle to prove my innocence.”

“I was fortunate when a private investigator, Temenos Mistral, took an interest in my case and managed to find evidence to convict Harvey.”

Partitio recognized the name of that private investigator; he had seen it on a few billboards advertising his services on the road between New Delsta and Oresrush, and he recalled passing by the location of his practice somewhere in the city. 

“Even though he had proved my innocence and Harvey was convicted, the damage to my reputation had been done. I was forced to move with Elena, and we spent some time in Montwise, my hometown. It did not help.”

“My parents were the ones to suggest that I move here to New Delsta. They also live here, and have been helping me take care of Elena. I was lucky that the university was in need of another chemistry professor. My parents also happened to know of a doctor that specializes in memory loss, so I was able to get Elena in to see her, and that has helped considerably.”

“Even so...” Osvald’s hand slipped from Partitio’s and he took a long drink of his coffee. “Some nights are harder than others. Last night, for example. Elena started screaming in her sleep, and when I tried waking her up she almost took my eye out. I spent the rest of the night comforting her.”

Partitio examined Osvald’s face more closely, and he realized that the bags under his right eye were darker than his left; that must be where Elena had hit him.

“Shoot...” Partitio said, rubbing awkwardly at his arm, “You...You didn’t have to tell me all that, you know. It must be painful to recall those memories.”

“Yes, however...” Osvald studied Partitio over his glasses with narrowed eyes, and Partitio felt his face heat up, “I find you very...easy to talk to, Partitio. You are a good listener.”

“Ah, well, thanks,” Partitio said, and his heart started to race when Osvald offered him a small smile; had it always been this...beautiful?

Partitio cleared his throat and decided to not ponder the implications of this train of thought at this time. He instead quickly stood up and rushed to the counter, beckoning Ochette over and whispering into her ear. She grinned and scurried into the back, and Partitio stole a glance back at Osvald, who was looking at him curiously with an eyebrow raised. Partitio shot him a wink, and Ochette returned with two steaming bowls of soup.

“Thanks Ochette, put them on my tab.”

“Hehe, you got it!”

Partitio chuckled and he went back to Osvald, placing both bowls onto the table as he sat back down. “Here! Ochette just finished making it, so it’s as fresh as it can get!”

Osvald blinked slowly as he stared down at his bowl. “This is...chicken noodle soup?” He turned his gaze back to Partitio, who nodded eagerly.

“Sure is! Whenever I’m down in the dumps, a nice hot bowl of soup always seems to help cheer me up.”

“...I see.”

Partitio smiled, maybe a bit too fondly, as he watched Osvald take his first taste of soup. His heart skipped a beat when Osvald’s eyes went wide and a smile slowly spread across his face.

“It’s...good. Really good.”

“Glad you think so!” Partitio said, confirming it for himself when he took a bite; he was glad that he had taken Ochette’s suggestion of expanding the café’s menu to include soup to heart.

They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying their soup and each other’s company. Partitio was happy to see that Osvald’s mood had improved considerably, but his heart sank as his thoughts wandered to what Osvald had told him about his past. He couldn’t imagine losing a loved one in such a horrific way, and Partitio really wanted to do all that he could to bring a little sweetness into Osvald’s life.

“Hey, Osvald?” Partitio said when they had finished their meal, “I just want you to know, if you’re ever feeling down again, you can always come by and I’ll try my damnedest to put a smile on your face!”

Osvald chuckled as he adjusted his glasses. “That is very kind of you to offer.”

Partitio grinned and flicked up the brim of his hat. “Hehe, well, as our motto says: A bit o’ sweetness helps everythin’ along. As in coffee, as in life!”

“I can’t say that I agree with the coffee part, but...” Osvald said as they both stood up. He hummed and rubbed his chin, giving Partitio a once-over before continuing: “You seem to have an abundance of sweetness that I have not seen contained in one person before.”

“Er, r-really?”

“Yes. You truly are one of a kind, Partitio.”

Partitio’s jaw dropped as his face flushed a bright red, and he stood frozen in place as Osvald took their dishes up to the counter, taking the time to put some money into the tip jar before returning to him. “I need to get going. Thank you again, for everything.”

Partitio could only nod slightly as Osvald left the shop, and when he finally managed to move his arm, he plucked his hat from his head so that he could wipe the sweat from his hairline. Hoo-eey, Osvald really had him feeling some type of way...

“Yoo-hoo! Parti, your face is gonna get stuck like that!”

Ochette’s voice pulled Partitio out of his stupor, and he snapped his jaw shut as he turned to see her leaning over the counter, grinning while wagging her eyebrows at him. “Hehe, also your break ended, like, a half hour ago, silly!”

“Shit!” Partitio cursed as his head jerked towards the clock, and he rushed back behind the counter, plucking his apron off the hook, “Why didn’t you tell me, Ochette?!”

Ochette shrugged before stretching her arms over her head and swaying back and forth. “Oh, I didn’t want to interrupt your serious conversation with Pops.”

“Pops?”

“Oh, he’s one of my professors! He loves it when I call him that!”

Partitio raised an eyebrow at her as she giggled; he did not believe that for one second. Their conversation ground to a halt when a large group of people entered the café, and Partitio got lost in the rhythm of his work. However busy he was, Osvald still managed to linger at the back of his mind, and Partitio might have just figured out exactly why.

Uh-oh...

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so long, we become the flowers - Chapter 2 Outfit References

Chapter 2 of "we become the flowers", a.k.a. my cowboy au is out and I have some more meta to post about it! Just a short one this time, about their outfits for the town dance.

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Fade

She didn’t take much off, only an inch or two of the dead ends and enough to clean up the choppy mess Hazal had made of it by herself. By the end of it, though, she looked fresher, and the barber even helped her pomade her hair back behind her ear and tie it up in a loose updo. It looked nice, considerably nice, and Hazal’s heart fluttered at the thought of Tala seeing it.

...

He'd put her in a ruffled blouse and a dark waistcoat. Her blouse, cream and loosely fitting, tucked into high-waisted trousers, with black shoes shining from beneath the hems, and over it all, she wore a wide-collar frockcoat, tight and with a swallowtail sweeping around at the back. The coat was near-black, but with tones of red which were brought out by the light.

It was a little old-fashioned, to be truthful; swallowtails had gone out of fashion some short years ago, but it was what Hazal could afford, and it was significantly nicer than anything she owned currently.

For Fade, I wanted something fancy and kind of gothic looking, but also something formal enough for this kind of dance (I'm reluctant to call it a "ball" as it's got a much less formal fancy-dress vibe and is closer to a country dance just by nature of how small Vennecoate is).

She'd probably struggle to afford the newest decent clothes and Chamber knew she'd be able to pull a look like this off, so he tried it and sure enough, Fade liked it.

As this fic is supposed to be a sort of blend between Austen and western style, I thought it would be fitting to pull some inspiration from Pride and Prejudice into this fic. There are so many iconic dances in P&P, too, it would have been a waste not to include any inspiration from them at all! Darcy does love a long coat...

Her hair isn't meant to be anything special. I pictured a loose ponytail with some loose strands by her fringe. She didn't have the time or spare cash for a full style but the barber helped her style it in a simple updo as a favour, for Neon's sake.

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Neon

She’d donned a handsome evening dress, with loose, low straps. It was a fairly form-fitting dress, billowing only a little in the skirt, and with a second layer of looser fabric forming a translucent shade around her top hem. Her bust and upper arms were shielded; the sleeves were too low to cover her shoulders.

Her hair, usually loose, was pulled back into an intricate updo. It was a rather stark contrast to Hazal’s simple low ponytail; it was curled in on itself in an ornate pattern and decorated with little lace flowers in the same bright yellow colour as her dress.

The outfit’s colour suited her well. It brought out her eyes and the gleeful flush to her cheeks. Her stormy hair was near-illuminated by the flowers dotted over the updo. She looked stunning.

And Neon! I couldn't find a particularly accurate view of what colour her dress would be, but I essentially figure it would be the same colour of yellow as what is in her hair.

I figure in this fic she probably wouldn't have hair quite so vibrant as she does in canon (they're regular humans in this AU, after all, not Radiants) so I describe her hair as "stormy", kind of like a deep cool-toned grey. I think having yellow accessories entwined in her hair along with a yellow dress would really look nice.

This kind of dress allows for a lot of freedom of movement, too, so she'd have a fine time hurtling around the dance floor during faster songs!

For the hairstyle, I again went with some inspiration from Pride and Prejudice with Lizzie's coiled updo. I'm sure Neon has a different hair type than her so it wouldn't be exactly the same, but something with a lot of care put into it, making sure it was a nice design and weaving flowers throughout was just the exact right vibe.