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rudystopit · 4 months ago

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iii. Let Her Captivate You│M.O'Hara

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Summary: Father O'Hara, tormented by hunger and guilt, escapes the abbey for a bar. There, he meets a woman who becomes his prey. Consumed by his monstrous cravings, he brutally attacks her while haunted by thoughts of you. As he disposes of her body, he wrestles with his monstrous nature and fractured faith.

Pairing: Priest!Vampire!Miguel O'Hara/Nun!reader

Warnings: Public sex, fingering, pinv sex, biting, murder, and ripping apart a body (very brief line about it).

a/n: its slightly gory. I'm pretty desensitize to gore but if that's not your thing then i dont judge for abandoning this fic.

word count: 2,496

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{cross posted on AO3}

𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔰 6:25 𝔇𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔶 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔢𝔶𝔢𝔰.

Father O'Hara woke up at his desk. The painting is still on the floor. The shattered glass reflected the moonlight into his office. He stared at the bright shards and tried to think about what happened. He traces the grooves on the desk from his nails. He hums at the memory of you bathing in the bathhouse. A pain shot threw his body. He clutches his stomach and looks out the window. The sun had been long gone and most people were either ending the night or just beginning their exploits. His stomach screamed and he looked at the clock. It was late enough he thought.

He stood from his desk and grabbed his coat. He figured the other fathers had either left or too into their work to hear him. He stretches and unlocks his office door. Wiping sleep from his eyes, he moves swiftly through the hallways. His shoes clicked against the tiles. He figured if someone was woken up by his shoes they either wouldn't care or try to confront him but notice he's not in a good mood and leave him alone. All he could think about was getting out of the abbey and getting some food.

Once he saw the front entrance of the abbey, he darted for the door. The early spring air envelops him as he walks to the other side of the street. He quickly checked behind his shoulder to make sure no one saw him leave or tried to follow. Sweat dripped down his neck as a shiver went down his spine.

The night was delightfully warm and the street lights added a soft glow to the streets. He made his way to the bar on the other side of town. He walked with haste down the sleeping streets. He didn't care who saw him. Most would think a priest was sent to do final rites at this hour. Not that he cared what they thought. He knew if someone did see him they would ask tomorrow and he would have to come up with some stupid lie about the town a few over needed him. The town was too small to get away with the 'last rites' lie.

He kept his head low. His chest fills with guilt about what he's about to do. He catches his reflection in a shop window. His figure makes him pause for a second to look at the slight in front of him. He studies his face. The dark circles and sunken cheeks. He scoffs and continues his travels to the edge of town. He kept his jacket close to him.

He thought about the last time he ate. I swore it was more than enough, he thought. He grits his teeth and his stomach screams once more. He closed his eyes and took in the air. The crisp early blossom smell invaded his senses. He thought about your scent this morning. You had a floral aroma. He dug deeper into his memory, he wanted to know what flowers were around in the bathhouse or if you had brought your soap in. His pace quickened as he searched his memory for any clue of your scent. He tried going through all the flowers in the bath house trying to remember what they smelt like but he came up empty.

He took a deep breath in frustration and stopped in his tracks. His eyes snapped to the right of him. It was a small house. One of the types that normally had a family of one or two kids. He looked to the side of the house. A tall bush swayed in the breeze. Lilac. He walked over and held a flower in his hand. He closed his eyes and carefully brought the flower to his nose. He inhales the familiar scent. As if to ruin the mood his stomach turned once again. He groans and turns back to the street.

Once he got closer to the bar, he quickly removed his collar and shoved it into his pocket. He figured the people out this late on a weeknight probably weren't the same people who frequented the abbey but having the collar would ruin his chances to get you out of his mind. He unbuttoned the top couple of buttons of his dress shirt. He walked with haste to the bar. He tried to keep some wits about him and not get lost in his hunger. His mouth filled with hot bile from his stomach. He tried to ignore the feeling and try to not break out in a sprint.

He rounded a corner and headed down the alley to the bar. Spray paint littered the old brick walls as he stepped over discarded posters. He hears people laughing in the bar. A few people were outside in the alley smoking. He gave them a nod. He placed his hand on the handle and took a deep breath.

He swung open the door with so much gusto that some of the patrons looked up in horror. He put his head down and walked to the bar in shame. The bartender looks at him and figures it's a strong drink kind of night. He pours him a glass of rye and slides it to Father O'Hara. He nods and drinks. He stares at his foggy reflection of the bottles on the shelves. He hates that he has to be here. He hates what he has to do.

He feels a person sit beside him. He shifts his eyes to look at the stranger. A young blonde. She calls over the bartender and orders two of "whatever he's having." She turns to him. "Hello, I'm." he doesn't care to know her name. She goes on about how she's traveling around Europe because she "came into'' a lot of money. He fakes his interest. He's hungry and she'll do fine. He places his hand on hers and she swoons for him. She goes on about how this trip is to remember what it feels like to be free again. Her hand sits on his thigh. As he maintains eye contact with her. He can smell her overly sweet perfume, it's making him feel sick. Not including how much his stomach hurts.

He knows he needs to feed. He just doesn't understand why it's so soon; normally it takes about a month before he becomes starving. He watches her lips move. He hasn't listened to a word she's said. He can only think about how hungry he is.

He orders more drinks and she downs them one after another. She starts talking about her douche ex-boyfriend who was supposed to come with her on this trip. He said something along the lines of 'Oh then how would we have met if he was here?' She giggles and he puts on a fake smile. He keeps drinking knowing it won't affect him anymore. He remembers the one time he and Parker got plastered at an old park. A part of him longs to get drunk. But that part of him is gone now. Just like the part that could taste food. He stares at the blonde. She hasn't stopped talking about her plans after the trip. She talks about how her family would have wanted her to be a mother and settle.

Imagines of you flash in his mind as she talks. He thinks about how sweet you are. How you are content with whatever people give you. Content with whatever God gives you.

The Lord works in his own ways. He smiles at your phrase. The blonde thinks it's about something she said. He's staring at her lips. She leans into him and plants a kiss on his cheek. She giggles and excuses herself. He turns back to the bartender and orders a few more drinks for himself. The bartender strikes up a conversation with him.

"She seems quite keen on you?"

"Yeah, I guess so," he says as he brings the glass to his lips.

"Might get lucky tonight then," the bartender chuckles, "But, the way you're drinking and how you haven't been paying that poor girl any mind, I think you've got someone else in mind," the bartender says his bold statement while cleaning a glass. Miguel just looks up, through his brows, and the bartender retreats to the other end. He finishes the rest in the glass and looks at the blonde coming back.

She puts her hand on his arm and sits down. He flashes a smile and she sips her drink. "I've been talking too much about myself. Tell me about yourself," she leans against his bicep and looks at him through her lashes.

He gives a fake name. Says he's from out of town and was out in the woods hunting. She swoons about the hunting part of his story. Says something about how she likes a big, strong, rugged man. He makes up stuff about his hunting trips. She asks about family and he tells her about some sob story about his dad dying in a hunting accident and his mom becoming insane with the loss of her love. Which is furthest from the truth, They both live happily in New York enjoying retirement. She asks where he's originally from since his accent is "abnormal." He lies and says from a few towns over.

Father O'Hara pretends to stare longingly into her eyes. He keeps drinks coming and acts as if she has been his soulmate. Touching her hands, her arm, slowly moved up to tuck a hair behind her ear. She leans into his hand. His hunger was raging.

"Come on," he simply says and they make their way back to the alley. Her hand in his, he pulls her to the wall and her lips try to meet his. He pulls away at the advance. He spins her around so she is up against the wall. He kisses her neck. He listens to her breathing. Her hands travel up to his hair. His hands explore her curves and begin to lift her skirt. She shifts, accidentally letting his hand slip up her thigh. Her mouth falls open at his cold hands. His fingers hook themselves around the waistband of her underwear. He dips his fingers down. A small moan comes from her lips. His stomach rumbles and he groans. He needs to hurry this up.

He removes his hand and pulls away from assaulting her neck. He flips her around and pulls up her skirt. He's completely uninterested in this. He removes himself from his pants. She turns her head.

"Wow, you're big," she sloppily said. He rolls his eyes and pulls down her underwear. He rubs his tip in between her folds. He slips into her entrance. His hand comes to the top of her back. He pushes her into the wall as he slowly slides in. She lets out a loud moan. He growls and begins his assault on her pussy. The alley filled with skin and lust. His hand holding her skirt up moves to her clit. He can almost hear her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He pounds harder, whispering in her ear to come.

He feels her tighten up and he smiles. He kisses her neck and whispers praises. She comes undone beneath him. His smile turns wicked as he opens his mouth to bite.

His fangs pierced her skin with ease. Her moans sounded more like screams but the head rush she must have... he slips out of her and begins to drain her. A flash of your face appears in his mind. He snarls and bites a chunk off of her neck. Her body falls limp to the dirty ground of the alley. He looks down. His stomach finally settled.

He picks up her body and starts to the woods on the other side of the bar. He tosses her against a tree and looks for 'his' old cabin. He had stumbled upon it a few months after arriving in town. He had asked around if there were any hunters in town and Parker said there was an older man that had recently passed and his family didn't live around here. You know it is frowned upon if a priest hunts. Parker's warning whispered through the wind.

He walks up to the cabin and goes inside to wash off his hands. He grabs the shovel from its home next to the door. He walks back to the girl and drags her deeper into the woods. He thought about how you would react if you knew what he was. He wondered how scared you would be if you knew. A pain in his chest made him understand that he didn't want you to be scared of him.

He started digging. The dirt flies behind him and the pile grows. He doesn't know why he's in such a rush. He knew no one would find him. No one goes in the woods. The townspeople fear the Beast. He smiled at the name. It was given to the bear attacks that happen in the fall and spring. The Police said it was just a bear attack but the news spun it to sound more fantastical. There's a Beast in the woods. A Bear reaching EIGHT feet! He remembers all the folks going into the abbey praying their family would be spared from its wrath.

He continued the hole to depths of at least seven or eight feet down. He looked at his work then at the body. The body of the girl swifts in his mind to look like you. His brows narrow. He sat next to the hole. He stared at you. He thought about how your skin looked in this light. He tilted his head and wondered what your cheek felt like under his touch. He thought about how he would treat you better than how this girl's boyfriend treated her... hell, even how he treated this girl. He sat there just staring at this girl's body while dreaming about you. How you did everything with purpose and how graceful you were with even the smallest movement. How you gave everyone your full attention, even Him. God. Your God. the same God that he's supposed to worship. the same God that created a monster like him. The same God that placed rules for him and forbade him to even think in the ways he was. Anger bubbled in his chest and he lunged at the body. He begins ripping her apart.

When all is done he looks around, covered in dirt and blood, he pushes the pieces of her into her grave and begins filling the hole. The somber air fills the wood with silence as he ponders why he decided to be the man he is.

#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #cw: gore #cw blood

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jasondeansgothwife · 11 months ago

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guys from bands if they were bath and body works fragrances. btw. if you even care. /ref PART 3: SHE MADE ANOTHER ONE

marilyn manson: dark kiss (described on bath and body works dot com as “a sweet, seductive night in, with notes or black raspberry, burgundy rose, bergamot incense, dark vanilla bean and plum musk”)

james iha: blackberries and basil (“fresh blackberry, pink pomelo, sweet basil and jasmine petals”)

joey jordison: sun-ripened raspberry (“the sweet and fruity scent of raspberries with the comforting aroma of warm sugar”)

spencer smith: blueberry sugar pancakes (“sugared blueberries, fresh pancakes, and caramel cream drizzle”)

patrick stump: apple blossom and lavender (“a pretty fragrance of sweet apple blossoms, lilacs and lavender petals”)

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jokerislandgirl32 · 1 year ago

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I read one of your character bios for Violet and it’s so funny that she uses Zach’s credit card to shop at bath and body works 😭 Does she buy anything there for him to make up for it? LOL —CCFM

Thank you for the ask, it took me forever, but here it is, and I absolutely love it!!! Now on to the question at hand!!!

She absolutely does! While Violet does purchase items for Zach, most of what she purchases for herself is for Zach’s benefit.

Read the rest below the cut! Sorry it’s long, as usual ��!

Zach loves when she wears perfume, and she will always lets him pick the scents he likes best for her to use. So, on most of the Bath and Body Works trips he tags along or shows up because she’s taking too long. Violet uses the test strips for the fragrances, gives them to him to smell, and Zach’s very vocal about which he does and does not like. This leads to him insulting the store staff (for scents he hates) and flirting with Violet (for scents he loves).

Zach is a stickler for cleanliness, so she buys hand soap and pocket bac for both of them, Violet usually goes for more clean scents for him, but he’s also a lover of the floral and fruity scents. For hand cleaning purposes, he really likes crisp morning air, turquoise waters, sweet pea, fresh cut lilacs, and Japanese cherry blossom.

Violet buys shower gel for herself, but Zach ends up using it sometimes, so she’s bought him Sweet Pea shower gel on a few occasions, much to his displeasure….

Zach: “I never use that, why did you buy that!?!?”

Violet: “you literally used it this morning, I can smell it on you….”

Zach: “No I didn’t!”

Violet: “Do you want me to take it back?”

Zach: “….No….”

Her go to purchases for him are from the aromatherapy department. She buys him products that help him to relax and unwind after a long day of running his company, trying to outsmart the Wild Kratts, or creating his inventions.

Violet typically purchases items that are Eucalyptus + Spearmint scented to help him relax, and Lavender + Vanilla to help him fall asleep. She’ll get items with these scents in shower/bath gels, shower steamers, candles, lotions, and pillow mist.

She also buys him items from the Men’s Shop. Zach likes these items because they make him feel manly. Zach is prone to coughing at the more “robust scents,” so Violet usually keeps her purchases to the shaving and hair care items. Zach particularly likes the hair gel and beard oil, yes, he uses this only on his soul patch, don’t judge him, lol. He also likes anything in the Black Tie scent because well, it has black in the title, and that’s his color, lol.

And I’d like to end by clarifying that Violet uses his credit card for a lot of things…I kind of headcanon that Zach gave her one of his credit cards when they were still friends so she could get things she needed, prior to her getting a job, and even after when her money was tight, without having to go to her aunt or cousin for the money. Violet is not the type of person who would take advantage of this, and she usually kept her purchases to a minimum.

Even at Bath and Body Works, lol.

#wild kratts #zach varmitech #wild kratts zach #love zach varmitech #wild violet au #violet varmitech #ziolet #wild kratts fanfic #wild kratts oc #bath and body works #bath and body care #bath and body products #asks #nice asks #thanks for the ask!#f/o x s/i #self ship stuff

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bigtinytoys · 5 months ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Bath & Body Works Single Wick Candle Jar 8 oz Soy Essential Oils Lot of 6.

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littlemisspascal · 3 years ago

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Fresh Cut Lilacs

Part of The Fox, The Mage, and The Cupboard

Pairing: Javi x Female Reader

Word Count: 1600+

Summary: Javi has this strange knack for being so easily approachable and yet so emotionally distant at the same time. For every page of his story you’re allowed to read, there are dozens more chapters kept out of reach.

Warnings: Magic AU with mages and familiars, Reader has a backstory but no name, worldbuilding, yes I love including marketplaces in 99% of my fics

Author Note: Takes place immediately after Orange Spice & Tobacco. Thank you everybody for the kind words of support 💜💜💜

Fresh Cut Lilacs – Bath & Body Works

Lilac bouquets, dewy greens, soft spring air with natural essential oils. This floral fave makes any space blossom.

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The cottage adjusts to Javi’s presence seamlessly thanks to the architectural enchantments you’d paid a small fortune to have engraved in the doorframes and ceiling beams when you decided to live here. Your grandmother would have scoffed at the high amount Pero Tovar charged you, but he’s rightfully earned his reputation as the best builder in the village over years of hard work and you think if she were alive to see what her little one-room shop has blossomed into she would admit he did a good job.

Yesterday your home had only one bedroom upstairs and Javi slept on the couch. (You’d felt guilty over the sleeping arrangements, scolding yourself for being unprepared for your familiar’s arrival—and his attempt at calming your feelings by telling you the couch was much more comfortable than sleeping beneath tree roots or within hollow logs in his fox form did little to cheer you up.)

Today you woke up to discover a new door across from your room opening up into a bedroom, spacious and sparsely furnished. Beige painted walls frame a diamond-shaped window with morning sunlight filtering in and spilling golden rays upon a comfy-looking bed decorated in an abundance of pillows. (In addition to the Grand Coven, you think Pero’s deserving of a fruit basket as well.)

The bedroom would have been perfect except for the bare closet.

(Last night Javi took a shower and emerged wearing the same dirtied clothes he’d arrived in. You hadn’t noticed until then his lack of luggage or belongings.

“Where’s your stuff?” you’d asked, unsure what to think.

“Um, yeah, about that, I didn’t bring anything with me from home,” Javi replied with a laugh and a careless shrug, like he didn’t just admit he’d trekked here through forests and along dirt roads with only the clothes on his back. You’d stared back at him, too stunned for words, and he shrugged again. “I can’t really carry much when I’m a fox, anyways.”

Something in you ached at that, but you kept your mouth shut against the questions burning in your throat. You knew there would eventually be a right time and a place to voice them, but until then you’d have to be patient.)

You propose a trip to the village marketplace, knowing just about everything Javi needs can be bought or traded for. He’s hesitant to agree at first–you can’t tell if it’s because he’s uncomfortable with you spending money on him, or if maybe he has social anxiety, daunted by the prospect of being surrounded by crowds of people–but then he nods his head, ears twitching, and waits patiently by the door as you grab your bag.

The walk into town is short, uneventful. The weather’s warm and the air’s sweet-smelling with springtime, bringing people out of their houses and out into the main square. Some of the vendor stalls belong to residents, others to traders who pop in and out every other month with new wares from all over the territories. On weekends like this one, the square is guaranteed to be filled with crowds looking to buy, trade, and exchange gossip.

People notice Javi immediately, eyes drawn to his newness with curiosity and no small amount of suspicion. You’re not surprised. Incomers being gawked at by the locals is a common occurrence in Eldergrove, followed sooner or later by a couple hundred of questions.

Javi, for his part, does his best to ignore the blatant staring, standing silently at your side with a neutral expression, but once again his ears give away his inner turmoil, pressed flat against his head. Hoping to soothe his anxiety, you start pointing out some of the popular shops and landmarks of Eldergrove.

There’s Miller’s Mercantile – the village’s only general store frequently stocked with an inventory ranging from groceries and medicine to books and hunting equipment.

Zach’s Cafe and Inn – run by an ex-soldier and serves a wide variety of sandwiches and baked goods while the inn is actually just a couple of spare bedrooms upstairs Zach had no use for.

Next door is the local watering hole, a bar called Whiskey’s which ironically serves every kind of alcoholic beverage one could think of except whiskey. It’s also where Triple Frontier, Eldergrove’s very own folk band, performs every other Friday night.

Then there’s the school, red-bricked with a small playground in the back for the younger kids to enjoy during recess as well as on the weekends. And, of course, you have to point out the ash tree planted smack in the middle of the square by the Grand Coven. They grow one in all the hometowns of their members as a gesture of goodwill and protection from misfortune and sickness. Marcus Moreno, born and raised here in Eldergrove by his mother the legendary former Grand Coven member Anita Moreno, returns every fall to tend to the tree’s needs, ensuring it survives the winter and continues bringing peace to the village.

All in all, it’s a short tour, but Javi seems to soak up every detail, gradually relaxing while listening to your descriptions.

“It’s a three hour walk to Rosedale, so if you can’t find anything you like here we can get up early tomorrow and head there,” you tell him, adjusting the strap of your bag higher on your shoulder. It’s an ugly thing, worn out canvas colored moss green with some pieces of silver duct tape haphazardly applied to keep it all together. You keep the bag because it has been in your family for generations, bespelled long, long ago to be able to hold as many items as you want which makes shopping trips a dream.

Javi nods, but doesn’t offer a verbal response, already merging into the crowd. You follow after him, offering polite smiles and waves every few steps to your neighbors and frequent customers, while also aware of those who keep their distance, still keeping a watchful eye on Javi. You suppose familiars are a bit of a novelty for Eldergrove, especially considering you’re one of the few adult mages who lives here permanently. Most others, like Moreno, are recruited by the Grand Coven or choose to seek out the excitement of bigger cities.

It’s a strange experience, padding along after him around the marketplace, observing him pick out sets of new clothes–not enough to entirely fill his closet, but they’ll last him through a week–and three pairs of boots for a decent deal. Javi’s an excellent haggler, negotiating bargains that surprisingly leave both customer and vendor happy with the end results. You have your back turned for barely a minute and somehow he’s able to convince one trader to give him a cosmetic kit including a hairbrush, razor, and toothbrush for free with his purchase.

And so the second bedroom bit by bit becomes Javi’s own space. His assortment of clothing are all stored in the closet. Little touches are added next. A painting of a beach landscape hangs above the bed. A soft, fluffy rug on the floor so in the winter his feet will never know the chill of the hardwood. A shelf on the wall for a couple of tattered paperbacks Javi finds at Miller’s, quietly confessing to you the old adventure stories had been his favorites as a kid.

You both share a bathroom. His things mix with your things as if they were always meant to be side by side with each other. Two hairbrushes in the drawer (although why he even attempts to tame his unruly curls is beyond you), two toothbrushes in the little owl-shaped cup you’d bought impulsively years ago, and two bottles of fruity-scented shampoo in the shower.

The kitchen sink still fills up with dirty dishes much quicker than you’d like, but now you have somebody to help wash and dry them. There’s somebody to eat breakfast with in the mornings, somebody to talk to late at night when your thoughts are too loud for your head. You saw the close friendship of your grandmother and Aunt Bunny, witnessed your mother and stepfather fall in love, and yet it still comes as a surprise to you how easily you’re able to adapt to Javi’s presence and include him in your daily routine.

There is still a long list of things Javi’s yet to open up about (though to be fair you’re not pouring out all your innermost secrets 24/7 either). He doesn’t talk about his family. He doesn’t talk about where he grew up. He doesn’t talk about why he left everything behind when he came to find you.

But you have learned a few important things. He can transform into a fox in the blink of an eye. There are no pain-filled groans, or bones breaking, or magical bursts of light–just one moment he’s on two legs, the next he’s on four with a bushy tail and covered in silvery-black fur. He loves dancing almost as much as he loves swimming. He’s extremely tactile–-brushing his hand against yours when preparing breakfast in the kitchen, curling his fingers around your wrist or lower back when he sees something interesting in the square worth showing you, resting his chin on your shoulder to peer at the books you’re reading.

You don’t mind these little touches—you find them sweet, actually, magic buzzing with contentment for hours afterwards—but they always manage to catch you off guard, drawing out quiet gasps from your throat, heart fluttering like a caged bird.

Javi has this strange knack for being so easily approachable and yet so emotionally distant at the same time. For every page of his story you’re allowed to read, there are dozens more chapters kept out of reach.

But you’ve been patient all these years waiting for your familiar’s arrival. You can be patient longer still to know him completely.

#javi gutierrez #javi g x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #javi g x you #javi gutierrez x you #pedrostories #my fic #my writing

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years ago

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A Wolf in the Castle

Pairing: Charles Blackwood x fem!Reader

Words: 4110

Summary: You arrive at Blackwood Manor to find an unexpected visitor disrupting the sensitive ecosystem of the small family.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (oral sex (f receiving), fingering unprotected vaginal sex), very minor violence (brief mention of blood), mention of committing crimes, SMUT, 18+ ONLY!

A/N: I’ve been binging a bunch of Seb Stan movies over the past few days as I finish my week off, and Charles Blackwood kind of struck me. I really enjoyed this fic and hope you do too!

Will reblog later with tags (join my taglist here!)

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Alright, what the hell? You thought to yourself as you pulled up to Blackwood manor.

There was a strange red convertible in the driveway. Constance and Merricat never had visitors aside from the Clarkes and you. You frowned to yourself as you climbed out of your sedan, picking up the books and flowers from the passenger seat as you went to knock on the front door.

Constance greeted you with one of her beaming smiles that always managed to break your heart a bit.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you! I know Merricat has been looking forward to you coming to visit. You’ll have to excuse us, our cousin Charles has come to stay with us unexpectedly, so we didn’t have enough time to prepare a room for you.”

“Constance, you don’t need to apologize!” You chided as you followed her into the receiving room. “You’re certain this visit won’t be a strain, now that you have another houseguest?”

“Oh, nonsense! Merricat would never forgive me if I sent you away! I see you brought her some new books. And are those lilies?”

“Lilies, cherry blossoms, and lilacs. I remembered they’re your favorites!” You gave her a warm smile as you handed her the bouquet and set the books on one of the end tables.

“Thank you so much! Oh! Y/N, this is our cousin, Charles Blackwood! Charles, this is Merricat’s tutor, and our very good friend, Y/N.”

You extended your hand to the man who had just entered the receiving room and he pressed his lips to your knuckles with a charming smile. His blue eyes took you in as he leaned back against the rear of the couch. You were a stark contrast to Constance’s proper and domestic appearance. You were wearing a pair of tight white capris and a gingham blouse that you had tied in a knot just above the waistline of your pants.

You gave him an appraising look of your own. He was relaxed in a cream linen suit. His soft chestnut waves slicked back from his face as he gave you a smirk. He had an air of easy allure about him that made you uneasy.

You didn’t trust him a bit.

“So nice to meet you, Charles.” You murmured as he stared at you.

“Y/N!” Merricat came tearing into the receiving room and leapt on you, wrapping her arms around you in a desperate embrace and making you laugh. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much!”

“Mary, you’re being incredibly inappropriate.” Charles was no longer smiling as he watched your young student chatter at you giddily, her hands and knees smudged with dirt from the garden.

“Please, it’s fine.” You grinned at him as Merricat shot him a poisonous glare over her shoulder. “I’ve brought you some new books Merricat, ‘Transcendental Magic’ and several encyclopedias of poisonous plants of the United States and Canada.”

“Oh, thank you!” Merricat ran her fingers over the book covers lovingly when you handed them to her. “Will you join me in the woods to look for some of these?”

“Dear girl, I would love to. But first I need to bring in my suitcases and unpack.” Constance was still beaming between the two of you as her sister opened the book on magic and started to read. Charles looked incredibly disapproving though, and that made you smile for some reason. “I think it’s a little too late for us to venture out tonight anyways, so why don’t you help me bring in the rest of my things, and tomorrow we can make a whole day of it! We’ll bring a picnic and everything!”

Merricat grinned at you before she ran off to put away her new treasures, taking the steps two at a time.

“You shouldn’t encourage the girl.” Charles mumbled under his breath, scowling at you.

“I think it’s lovely how Merricat light’s up whenever Y/N is here.” Constance started to say, but her words died off and her smile took on a certain strain as Charles turned his disapproving gaze to her.

“Exactly what harm is she doing?” You asked, turning to the man with a tired expression. “The girl is exceptionally bright, and I refuse to stifle her. She could be turning that energy into something far more destructive if she isn’t given a proper outlet.” You murmured, shooting a knowing glance at Constance.

“Very well.” He grumbled. “Just make sure she’s washed up for dinner. Constance has made us a lovely meal, I won’t have the girl spoiling it.”

You considered questioning Constance about her cousin once he left to work his way up to his room, but she just gave you another smile and turned to head to the kitchen and finish her preparations. Merricat came bursting through the front door then, looking slightly comical as she tried to maneuver your two cases at once. You hurried to assist her and the two of you headed up to the guest room.

Once you reached the guest room, the two of you set to unpacking your things.

“When did your cousin arrive, Merricat?” You asked as you hung up some of your dresses and she arranged your makeup and perfumes on the vanity.

You saw her shoulders tense when you mentioned Charles. Jonas had followed the two of you and was winding his way through Merricat’s legs. She picked him up and held him close to her chest.

“He came here unbidden and is most unwelcome.” She whispered harshly as she avoided making eye contact with you. “I believe he is making Uncle Julian sicker, and he intends to take Constance from me.”

You stood up to embrace the girl, hoping to soothe her. You smoothed your hands over her hair as she buried her face in your chest.

“Dear girl. Are you sure about these things?” She was incredibly overprotective of her remaining family members, but you couldn’t deny the man made you uncomfortable too.

She just nodded into your shoulder.

“Well, we’ll just have to do our best to make sure he leaves then, won’t we?” You tipped her chin up to face you and she gave a small smile of relief. “Now, I’m going to take a bath before dinner, you should get cleaned up as well. We don’t want to arouse any suspicions.”

She gave you a serious nod and scurried off to her room as you went to run yourself a bath. You chewed the inside of your cheek nervously as you began to undress, considering the best way to go forward.

You joined the family downstairs an hour later, and again felt Charles’ eyes lock onto you. He was considering the differences between you and Constance, once more. Constance had changed into a lovely pale blue chiffon dress for the meal, while you had again chosen an outfit that could well be considered scandalous; a long-sleeved black satin cape-cod sheath that hugged you tightly. He was leering at you over his glass of wine as you entered the dining room.

You heard Merricat hiss when she pushed her Uncle Julian into the room, and deduced that her cousin was wearing one of her father’s suits. He had also placed himself at the head of the table. You gave a heavy sigh as you took your seat across from Constance, in between Charles and Julian. You gave the girls’ uncle a smile and polite greeting as Constance poured you a glass of wine.

“This looks wonderful as always, Constance.” You tipped your glass to her and gave her a small smile of appreciation before raising it to your lips. The poor woman was doing her best to ignore the excessive tension in the room, beaming at everyone seated around the table.

“I’m so glad you like it, Y/N. I made sure to make you some green beans amandine, I remembered that it’s your favorite.”

“It is, it’s so sweet that you remembered.” You praised her, sending her into a fit of tittering. “So, Julian, how are the memoirs coming?”

You smirked into your drink as the man started going on about the night of the murders. You could sense Charles tense up once he started talking and turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of the muscles in his jaw tense up as he took a swig of wine.

“That’s enough.” He seethed, slamming his glass back down on the table and taking a deep breath to recenter himself. His smile had a certain strain to it when he lifted his head again. “Let’s talk about happier things.”

“Oh, of course.” You murmured. “Merricat, how are your studies going?”

You saw his knuckles grow white as he gripped the edge of the table.

“Oh, I’ve learned six new spells since I last saw you, the first…”

“No.” He looked at you frustratedly as you threw a wink to Merricat, making her giggle. “How about we just, enjoy our meal, hmm?”

You shrugged at him and took another sip of wine before tucking into your dinner. Constance was such a wonderful cook, it was easy to lose yourself in the food. Everyone had a clean plate before long, and you stood to help Constance and Merricat clear the table.

“No, Y/N, you’re our guest, I don’t want you doing any work during your visit with us. It wouldn’t feel right.” Constance scolded you. “Please go join Charles and Julian in the lounge for some after-dinner drinks, oh, and maybe some dancing later, wouldn’t that be lovely?”

“That does sound lovely.” You turned to walk to the lounge but when you arrived, only Charles was there, pouring himself a glass of sherry. “Where’s Julian?”

“Julian decided to turn in for the night.” He told you as he focused on pouring his drink. “Did you want a sherry?”

“Yes, please.” He handed you a small glass and you took a sip, giving a hum of appreciation when the sweet liquor hit your tongue. “Constance is such a wonderful cook, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, Connie’s great.” He chuckled, turning to face you. You felt your hackles rising as he leered at you, his eyes roaming over your body with no reservations as he gave you a wolfish grin. “So what’s your story sweetheart?”

You narrowed your eyes at him but Constance chose that moment to enter the study, and he put up his charming façade again.

“My goodness, I didn’t realize how late it was.” She said, grinning at the two of you. “Will you think any less of me if I retire early? I feel like such a bad hostess.”

“Constance, please.” You gave her a soft look of reproach. “You need to take care of yourself, darling. Please rest, I’m sure Charles and I can find some way to entertain ourselves.”

“Yeah, go to bed, Connie.” Charles gave her a grin as he moved to refill his drink.

You shifted yourself as Constance turned to go, moving towards the desk slowly as you listened to her footsteps going up the stairs. You shifted a letter opener under your palm as you leaned back, waiting to hear the click of Constance’s bedroom door before you started talking again. You heard the click and turned to face Charles, tossing back all of your drink as a look of malice came over your face.

“Alright asshole, what’s your fucking game?” You seethed at Blackwood, sneering at the look of surprise that came over his face.

“Excuse me?” His accent slipped as he tried to recover, and you knew you had him.

“You come in here, zero prep, and manage to raise the hackles of these morons in what, a week?” You were furious, this man must be some kind of special idiot. “I’ve been working these fools for 2 years, asshole, I swear to god, if you ruin this for me…”

“Listen, bitch, I didn’t realize someone was already latched onto this teat.” You could tell he was pissed now, too, but you didn’t care. “But maybe, the fact that you haven’t gotten anywhere in 2 years means this just isn’t for you. I’ll do you a favor and cut you in for 10 percent once I get access to the safe.”

“The safe?” You covered your mouth so that your laughter wouldn’t carry. “You idiot. No wonder that stupid fucking kid is so worked up. You’re working a short-con on them? This is not going to go your way.” You were shaking with mirth.

He growled and slammed his glass on the bar cart, jostling the bottles dangerously. He was snarling as he closed the distance between you and wrapped a hand around your throat, pressing himself into you so hard the desk rattled. You brought up the letter opener and pressed it against his neck in warning, making him hiss.

The two of you stilled when you heard footsteps above you. You just stared at each other, panting heavily as you waited. The footsteps stopped suddenly, and you sighed in relief as you heard the creak of Constance finally climbing into bed.

“Listen dumbass,” You whispered at him, digging the blade into his neck to accentuate your point. “This is my score. I actually did my research, I ingrained myself to that brat, I fucked the damn simpleton, you think you can just waltz in here with that shit-eating grin and take it all away from me, you are very mistaken.”

He snorted at you, “Jesus, why would you fuck Julian?” he had slotted one of his knees between your thighs and started to edge up the hem of your skirt as he moved even closer to you.

“What?” You were doing your best to ignore the way your body was reacting to being in such close proximity to him. “No, the other simpleton, Connie. What, you haven’t?”

The look of surprise on his face was satisfying and annoying at the same time. You rolled your eyes as he released your throat and gave you an appreciative look.

“Well, fuck, sweetheart. You’re full of surprises.”

“Yeah, right.” You were tired of this. “Alright. We’re both to far into this now for either one to back out without arousing any suspicion. So, we’ll split it.” You pressed the letter opener into his neck when he scoffed at you. “Or, I could just cut your throat now, tell those two gals you assaulted me, and keep it all to myself. Which would you prefer?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Fine.” He spat at you. You had the upper hand for now, but he could find a way to get rid of you eventually, he was sure. His face split in a grin suddenly. “Y’know, we should consummate our little agreement in some way. Make it official.” He moved his hands behind you and pressed you into him roughly, making you gasp when you felt him grind his erection into your hip. “I can make you feel better than that stupid bitch did.” He moved a hand up the inside of your thigh until he was cupping your heat through your panties, groaning when he found you soaked.

You bit your lip as he ran his fingers over the sopping fabric of your panties, teasing them against your throbbing clit. You kept the blade against his throat as you rocked into his hand, begging for more friction.

“You wanna consummate it?” You gave him a wicked grin as you slowly withdrew the letter opener, tutting softly as a thin line of blood rose from his skin when it left. “Get on your knees.”

He pouted at you, that wasn’t exactly what he was hoping for. You shook your head and brought the blade back up to his neck swiftly, with a click of your tongue.

“Look at that, already not holding up your end.” You scolded as he eyed you warily.

He just grumbled at you as he sank to his knees, digging his fingers into your thighs and drawing them apart slowly. He hooked his fingers underneath the sides of your panties and drew them slowly down your legs. You withdrew the blade from his neck and set it aside as he latched his palms under your hips and pulled you to the end of the desk, running his freshly shaven cheek over the smooth skin of your inner thigh and inhaling your scent.

You broke eye contact when you felt him breathe against your entrance, thrusting your hips forward to drive yourself into his mouth as his tongue flicked out to taste you. He dragged it over your slit in a heavy stripe that had you panting with need. You ran your fingers through Charles’ hair and gripped tightly, drawing him closer to you as he moaned against your core.

“Fuck.” You murmured as you fell back on your elbow, screwing your eyes shut as he thrust his tongue into you, curling it inside your canal. “Charles.”

His fingers were gripping your thighs so hard above your stockings you were sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow. His lips brushed softly against your folds as his tongue lapped up the evidence of your arousal greedily, making you moan.

You felt him release one thigh and bring his fingers to stroke over your slit as he disconnected his mouth to give you a wicked grin. “You need to be quiet, doll. All we need is you blowing the whole thing when I make you cum.” He plunged two fingers into you and curled them in a beckoning motion and you collapsed against the desk with a thud, writhing into his hand and whining softly.

You shoved your fist into your mouth and bit down on your knuckles when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked gently, making your back arch off the desk. He chuckled as he felt you clench around his fingers and he increased the pressure on your tiny bud, sucking even harder as your body rolled underneath him.

“That’s right sweetheart, cum for me.” He curled his fingers one more time as he latched onto you and that was that. You sobbed into your hand as your spine curled, every muscle in your body going rigid for just a beat before you were trembling in bliss, your release gushing over Charles’ chin as he kept fucking his fingers into you while you rode it out.

“God, darling, that was something.” He grinned down at you as he rose to stand between your legs, watching you shiver as aftershocks wracked your body. You looked sinful with your skirt bunched around your waist and your cunt on full display. One of your stockings had come loose from your garter belt and was starting to slide down your thigh. “If we’re gonna have an even partnership though, I think you owe me something.”

He bent over you and pressed his mouth to yours possessively, shoving his tongue between your swollen lips and probing the warm cavern of your mouth as he wrapped one hand around the back of your neck. His other hand started traveling underneath your back, searching for the buttons to undo your dress.

“Alright, fuck this.” He withdrew his hand from beneath you and started fumbling it around the desk searching for something. You gasped into his mouth when you felt the cool silver of the letter opener press against your chest, but he just drew in down in a quick slash, tearing open your dress and the thin lace of your bra until your breasts were exposed.

Charles watched the rise and fall of your chest hungrily as he rose above you, wrenching his tie and jacket off before starting to undo the buttons of his shirt. You reached down to undo his belt and whipped it off through the loops before working on the buttons of his pants. He stepped back when you had finished your work to slip out of his shoes before sliding his slacks down his legs and tossing his shirt aside.

He started tracing his fingers over your thighs lightly as he stepped closer, nudging his tip against your pussy and making you whine. Charles just chuckled as he teased you, one of his thumbs rubbing right next to your slit before withdrawing it again.

“Maybe we should renegotiate, doll.” He pressed the head of his cock into you slowly before dragging it out again. “I bet you’d give me anything right now just to get me to fuck this sweet little cunt.”

“Fuck you, Blackwood.” You hissed at him before it devolved into a moan as he brought up a hand to palm at your breast and you felt the sensation echo in your core as you clenched around nothing.

He lined himself up and clapped his palm over your mouth before spearing into you violently. You screamed into his hand and felt tears leak down your cheeks as another orgasm ripped through you and your shuddered as he began to fuck into you like a madman.

“God, this pussy is so tight, doll. So fucking warm and ready for me.” He kept his hand over your mouth as he bent to trace a bead of sweat that was trailing through the valley of your breasts with his tongue, moaning at the salty taste of you before mouthing softly over the slope of one breast to lave his tongue over your nipple. He laughed against your skin as he felt you clamp around him, your hips thrusting to match his as you neared another release. “You gonna be quiet if I move my hand, darling?” You nodded and sucked in a ragged breath when he removed his hand.

His hand moved underneath your hips and tilted you just slightly as he buried his face in your neck, sucking softly at the hollow behind your ear. You dug your nails into the muscles of his back when he brought his hand between the two of you to rub his fingers against your clit.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” You whispered, tossing your head back and arching into Charles as you felt a warm coil tightening in your stomach.

“Be quiet about it.” He hissed at you, pressing his cheek to yours as he continued rutting into you.

You dipped your head and sank your teeth into his shoulder as your pleasure took hold of you and you heard him swallow a shout as you fluttered around him, your legs holding him to you tightly.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He growled in your ear, bringing up one hand to brace himself against the desk and stare into your eyes. “God, I’m close, darling. You got one more for me?”

You smirked and shoved him off you roughly, making him stumble back and land heavily on the settee. You crawled into his lap and sank onto him with a hiss, grinding into him slowly before you started fucking yourself on his cock.

Charles leaned back and gripped your hips tightly, guiding you as you impaled yourself on his length over and over. You picked up the pace and he groaned as he watched your tits bounce with each thrust of his hips. You braced a hand on his chest as your eyes fluttered closed and you bit at your bruised lips. One more drive of his hips had you collapsing on top of him, your pussy strangling his cock as he fucked you through it. Your body rolled against him as he turned your head to kiss you deeply.

You felt his hips stutter and suddenly you were flooded with warmth as his seed shot into you, thick hot ropes of his spend filling you up and leaking out around his cock as he groaned into your mouth.

The two of you laid there for a bit, panting as you waited for your breathing to regulate. You were the first to move, standing over him and trying to think of some way to cover yourself long enough to make it to your room, eventually deciding to just pull the ruins of your dress over your shoulders and hope for the best. You smirked down at Charles as he started to sit up, his cock coated in a mix of your releases and his skin flushed. His perfectly coifed hair was now falling into his eyes in sweat-soaked curls as he gazed up at you through his thick lashes.

“I think this is the start of a pretty great partnership, darling.” You teased him over your shoulder as you headed back up to your room, leaving him to clean up the lounge on his own.

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A/N: Surprise!! Our reader is a bad, bad girl! We’ll see what sort of other trouble she and Charles get up to!

#natalie writes #fanfic #fanfiction #charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x you #charles blackwood x y/n #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #seb stan #we have always lived in the castle #twist ending #smut #seb stan smut #eighteen plus

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autismsubway-remade · 2 years ago

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vei. vei my beloved.... rec or tell me abt a perfume

^^ me listening to u speak

WOOO PERFUME TIME!! ok so for a citrusy scent i recommend either light blue by dolce and gabanna (a true classic) or blood orange from pacifica! my all time favorite rose scent is cherry blossom and tea rose from beloved! it isnt too sweet and it's very light and kinda spa-like! its also super affordable and comes in a body wash, hand cream, body scrub and body cream as well as bath salts and bath bombs! pacificas french lilac is also really great because it smells exactly like a lilac bush! solinotes the blanc is a nice light white tea and sage scent, but it doesn't project super well and fades pretty quick but other than that its super super good! if you want a higher end perfume, bright crystal by versace is also really good! it's a true fruity floral which are my absolute fave but some gourmands i recommend are coffee break from replica and warm vanilla sugar from bath and body works if you want a nostalgic vanilla! for you specifically i recommend pacificas blood orange or under the lemon trees from replica ^_^

#asks #mutuals tag <3 #lumali

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 4 years ago

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Negan Imagine ~ Magic

Summary: Negan takes you on a surprise trip to one of his favorite places on earth.

This is my entry for twdsunshine’s 3k followers writing challenge! I hope you all enjoy it!

The soft purling of the streak sounded through the air, mixing with the gentle breeze that whirled through the crowns of the trees, just enough to let their leaves rustle as you watched nature’s beauty unfold right before your eyes. Tiny blossoms of lilac heather peaked through the spots of earth in between the rocks that formed the streak, their color enhanced by the warm light of the dusk that broke through the trees and danced over the water. It glimmered, like little diamonds that adorned the crowns of the waves as it made its way down the stream. It looked like a view you’d only see in movies, so filled with magic that you couldn’t peel your eyes from it. “Sweetheart, I’d love to stay here longer but I gotta get us to your surprise destination before sunset...’cause that’s where the real damn magic happens”, you heard Negan’s deep voice rumble, a chuckle falling from his lips as his warm hand grasped yours a little tighter and made you finally look back up at him,”Promise, it’s gonna be even prettier than here.” “Not really sure if that’s possible”, you said with a soft grin, watching the roguish smirk on his face expand a bit more over his handsome features. “Lemme prove it to you”, he said, winking before he nodded towards the small beaten path you’d been following until now,”It’s not far anymore.” “Alright...I’m curious”, you said, feeling a warm tingle run through your body as Negan tugged softly on your hand. It didn’t need more than that for you to follow him, move back onto the path as your excitement grew with every step you took. Barely a minute later he lead you off the trial, into the undergrowth. It wasn’t too thick, just enough to still comfortably walk through it, though this little twist peaked your interest all the more. You kept looking out for something, kept observing Negan to see whether his reactions changed but he kept his pokerface on until more light started to gush through the spaces between the trees. You could peak through them just enough to divine a glade behind them, though the curve of the small hill you were walking up kept you from seeing its entirety yet. “Ah wait”, Negan suddenly said, stopping as he shot you a grin and earned a curious but confused look of you. “Surprise is surprise, right?”, he chuckled, his hand leaving yours for the first time in a whole while as he moved behind you. “What are you doing?”, you asked with a small laugh, turning your head towards him just as he rose up his hands to your head and you started to put two and two together. “Baby, I know you. If I’d tell you to close your eyes for the last few feet you’d peak. You’re curious as fuck”, he said, chuckling deeply as you let out a groan and nudged him softly with your elbow. “Just sayin’ the truth, now close your eyes and lemme put my hands over that beautiful face of yours”, he said, winking at you one last time before you turned your head back around and allowed him to place his large, warm hands over your eyes. “If you let me stumble over rocks or roots, I’ll chase you”, you chuckled as you made your first careful steps upwards, testing the ground beneath your shoes’ soles while a deep laugh rumbled through Negan’s chest. “I’m faster than you, doll”, he teased back, still leading you forwards,”Won’t let ya fall though, promise.” You only hummed in response, still focusing on your movements before you started to feel the soft breeze becoming a little stronger, barely noticeable but still enough to realize that the trees that had been shielding you from it up until now were gone. “Alright, gonna let ya go now but I need you to keep your eyes closed for just another second, I wanna see your reaction”, he said, waiting for you to nod before his warmth left your face. You listened, keeping your eyes closed as you heard him move beside you while you almost bursted with excitement. “Okay”, he finally said before you started to open your eyes that slowly began to adjust to the light around you.

For a moment, your breath seemed to stop as you started to take in the beauty that unfolded right before you, even more beautiful than the view earlier, just as he’d promised. A small valley was stretching out right in front of you, most of it covered in the blossoming, lilac heather and here and there, a few bright green grassy spots were peaking out in between them. A few birches had struck roots within the deepest spots of the valley, their white stems were lit up in warm, orange tones right where the evening sun hit them and from up here, they almost seemed small. Right beside them, a few deers were grazing peacefully while two or three others were napping in between the heather, though you were sure there were more of them hiding in between the flowers, finding their peace for the night. it looked magical, from the flowers, to the trees, to the deers, everything seemed to be bathing in the warm dusk light that let the scenery look like straight out of a fairytale. “Wow”, it fell from your lips as you were still staring at the landscape, so taken aback by its beauty that you could barely say anything else. “I was right, huh?”, Negan asked, a big grin plastered over his face as you peeled your glance from the pretty view and nodded. “How did you find this?”, you asked, glimpsing at him as he let out a deep chuckle and shrugged his shoulders. “Magic”, he grinned, though a small snort left his lips as you tilted your head a little and raised your brows, too curious to be satisfied with his answer. “My mom used to take me here sometimes as a kid”, he finally said with a small sigh, his glance wandering back down the valley,”Y’know, when things got too hard and she thought we just needed a break from reality.” You gave him another small nod as he glimpsed back at you, the big grin now a small but warm smile as he moved in to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you gently into his side. “Always wanted to take you here but it only blooms like that once a year”, he said, nodding towards the heather,”It’s always beautiful but I thought it would be the best to introduce you to it when it’s in its full damn beauty.” A bigger smile started to grow on your lips and a fuzzy feeling spread through you as Negan glanced down at you and tightened his arm around you a little, “And ‘cause I thought the both of us could use a damn break from reality too...well, I thought now was the right moment.” “Thank you”, you mumbled, still taken aback as you wrapped an arm around him to hug him back, nuzzling your nose against his shirt as a wider smile grew on your face,”I don’t even know what to say.” “Already? This isn’t all though”, Negan retorted with a chuckle, enough to let you look back up at him as he gestured towards the backpack that hung from his shoulders,”Didn’t pack this fucking big bag for nothin’.” An excited expression pressed in over his features as he didn’t say more but instead loosened his embrace and grasped your hand so he could start to lead you down the hill. You didn’t move all to far down, just a little until you could spot a small, natural platform that had formed through the hill’s curves, a sweet little spot between some small heather flowers that seemed like a perfect place to rest. You watched as Negan let go of you and moved towards the spot, kicking a few smaller rocks off of it before he let down his backpack and pulled a wrapped up picnic blanket out. He was quick to spread it out over the grassy ground and dragged his backpack closer before he plumped down onto it and grinned up a you. “C’mon, lets get comfy”, he said, patting the blanket as you moved towards him and sat down on the fabric while he reached back into the backpack, grinning wider as he could see the curiosity plastered over your face. “Alrighty, here we go. We’ve got our two besties, whiskey and wine”, Negan said proudly, pulling two bottles out, wiggling some cooling pads off of them that fell right back into the bag before he moved his hands to feel the glass surfaces and let out an excited sound,”Those fuckers actually stayed cold...can’t believe this cooling shit actually worked.” He grinned to himself before he reached back inside and first took two glasses and then two smaller boxes out, holding them up for a moment as he gave you another wink. “And some snacks...got some bread, spread, fruit and some of those bacon-cheese sticks stuff you liked...y’know all that good shit”, he said, placing them beside the backpack before he pulled another one out and let your mouth drop slightly open as you saw how much of an effort he’d made. “Baby, if you keep your mouth this open some bug’s gonna fly in there”, you heard him say with a smirk as he looked back up at you, moving his finger up to gesture with a wiggle at your lips before you let out a snort and playfully swatted his finger away. “Idiot”, you laughed, only watching the smirk on his lips grow wider ,”I’m just impressed....that surprise worked.” “Good”, he mumbled, before he moved over to grasp your hand and give you a nod, “C’mere.” You didn’t need another invitation to climb over to him and move into the spot between his legs, sighing as you could lean back against his warm, broad chest. His arms were quick to wrap around you and cradle you closer, holding you tightly as he pressed a kiss against your temple. A thick but content sigh fell from your lips as you felt his rough beard stubble brush softly against your skin, nudging you to sink deeper into his embrace. “You wanna drink something?”, he mumbled against your skin before he backed a little off and raised his brows at you while you quickly nodded. “Yep, can’t let it get warm after you did all that to keep ‘em cold”, you said with a grin as Negan reached for the bottles, “Think I’ll start with the wine.” “Yes, Ma’am”, Negan chuckled, moving in to pour some wine in one of the glasses for you before he got some whiskey for himself and handed you the drink. “Cheers”, he said, raising his glass to you before he let out a deep chuckle,”Oh and look into my damn eyes, doll. Y’know what they say, no eye contact during a toast gets ya seven years of bad sex, can’t have that.” “Well, I don’t think bad sex is possible with you either way”, you chuckled as you raised your glass to him as well, grinning as he let out a thick laugh. “Damn, you’re trying to make me blush?”, he chuckled back, winking at you before he let his glass clink gently against yours, sure to keep your eye contact. “Maybe”, you chuckled, before you took your first sip and let out a content sigh, “That’s good.” “Sure hope so”, Negan grinned back, gulping down some of his whiskey while you leaned back against him and cuddled closer, feeling how he wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and rested his head against yours as your glance swayed over the landscape. The sun was starting to sink behind the skyline of the trees, surrounding their crowns with a glowing line of its last but warm light, while its last rays were dancing over the grass and the heather. It seemed to look more magical with every passing moment, with each new spot you seemed to discover and with each glance you got at the flowers, the grazing deers and the softly swinging trees. A large smile was spreading over your face as you cuddled closer into Negan’s embrace, allowing him to engulf you with his warmth and comforting scent while more and more happiness washed over you. “Thank you...so so much, it’s perfect”, you mumbled, placing your glass securely beside you before turning your head a little so you could look at him ,”You’re the best...I got so lucky with you.” Negan’s eyes lit up as the small laughter lines at the sides of his eyes wrinkled softly and his dimples sunk slightly in as a warm smile widened his lips. You knew how badly he needed to hear this last sentence from time to time, reassure him that he was being a good partner to you. And he was, not only a good one, he truly was the best you could have ever wished for. Glancing only a mere second away he placed his glass beside himself, sure to not drop it before his glance captured yours again as his rough hand reached up to cup the side of your face. Leaning in, he let his lips meet yours in a kiss, loving and surprisingly soft, yet with enough passion to let you realize how much joy he was feeling as well. “I love you, Sweetheart”, you could hear him mumble against your lips ,”So goddamn much.” He moved in to peck your lips once more, allowing you to taste the hint of whiskey that was still laying on his lips before he backed a little away to look you over, the adoration in his eyes giving you an even warmer feeling than the one that was already cozily making itself at home in your body. “I love you too”, you mumbled back with a bright smile before he moved to cradle you back against himself, hold you tight but comfortably as you watched the sunset fill the rest of the sky. Sighing softly, you sunk deeper into Negan’s embrace, trying to soak up everything about the moment that would turn into a dreamish night, with drinks and snacks, the most beautiful view you could imagine, and most importantly, with Negan right by your side.

#Negan #twdsunshines3kchallenge #twd #the walking dead #Negan fic #Negan imagine #negan x reader #twd imagine #the walking dead imagines #negan imagines #nts #negan's network #negan fluff #negan one shot #twd fic #the walking dead fic #thewalkingdead-imagines

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the-crows-typist · 4 years ago

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May I ask for a ficlet between Leona and female reader with the word "jewelry" please? Thank you!

Such a lovely flower, care to have tea with me? Oh, why not a few yummy cakes from Trey’s family bakery?? It is your special day, after all! Join me, dear blossom. Let us celebrate!

Again, a few days late to your birthday but I hope you enjoy this Leona fic. I made extra just for you.

And context to this is that MC is Leona's helper but they are closer than what most people think.

The Possibilities are Endless

"Be careful, I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

The sun beat dowb against the palace of the Afterglow Savanna’s royal family. A single person, a helper, tended to the garden with a pair of sheers and a sunhat protecting her head. With each precise snip, a blooming flower was picked out and set in the basket next to her. A small working song helped her keep busy until the basket was full of vibrant colored flowers; one was purple and blue, the other red, a dash of white and some orange and yellow.

“This should do.”

Carefully and slowly, the basket was pulled to her waist and she stood up, heading for the baths to shower the filled tub with lovely aromatic flowers that floated around the cool water.

A figure watched her at work not too far away.

“Working hard?”

Leona Kingscholar leaned against the door frame, his body only covered by a robe and a pair of loose pants. A trained eye could already tell that the heat was getting to him. “As always, Prince Leona.” She gave him a smile before moving away from the tub. “I knew you would want to cool off right now so I took the necessary preparations to make sure you feel relaxed.”

His ears twitched as he listened to her explanation then sauntered over to the tub, bending down to take a small blossom from the cool water. He twirled the stem in his fingers, eyes narrowing “This is…”

“From the garden,” said the helper, holding the basket close to her chest. “I had permission beforehand, of course. I thought it would be nice to use.”

“Cape plumbago.” The helper’s eyes shined as she blinked. “Yes, it is!”

“I’ve seen it around the garden a few times. Read a few books about it too. Good choice.”

The prince turned, his hand reaching out. She did not blink nor did she flinch as the stem sat on her ear, the blue blossom resting against her hair. “Next time, I want you to call me just Leona when we’re alone.” He tucked the stray hair behind her ear and the helper felt her cheeks fluster at how close they were suddenly. “Understood?”

“Understood…Leona.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Now get out of here before someone gets the wrong idea.”

“Huh?”

Her eyes look to the robe, then to the flower bath, then the room. Oh.

“Excuse me.” She says in a sheepish voice as Leona laughs on her way out. She could hear the splash of water and the pleased sigh of an overheated lion.

The next time she comes to Leona’s room was when it was time to collect the soaked flowers from the bath. The lion lounged against the soft bed opposite of the baths, his tail swaying from side to side against the white linen and his ears relaxed. His eyes closed and breathing relaxed. He was sound asleep.

The helper tip toed her way to the baths, moving to pick and pluck the flowers from the now empty tub and placing it into a basket lined with thick cloth. A hum left her lips as she worked, her working song echoing through the room and into the sleeping lion’s quarters.

For a moment, the lion stirred at the soft voice that sang in his quarters.

It was so soft, so sweet.

He turned his head just as the helper moved out of the room with her basket over her arm. “Oh,” She bowed her head to him, one hand behind her back. “Good afternoon, Prince Leona. I hope I didn’t wake you.” The lion pushed himself off the bed and hunched his head over. His hand was drawn out, beckoning her over to him.

“Come here.”

When the space was closed, the prince held her wrist and turned her hand over. “What are these marks on your hands?” Her skin was red and irritated, Leona did not smell blood, nor did he see the split flesh. The helper pulled her hand away from the prince, looking away sheepishly. “I…I killed a fly I wasn’t supposed to.” The lion blinked then his eyes widened in realization.

“Give me your hand.” The helper looked at him, lips pressed together. “The burns from its blood will continue to hurt you if we don’t do anything about it. Now, give it to me before it gets worse.”

His demanding tone made her sigh in defeat and he gave her hand to him and letting him hold it close. Taking the basket full of flowers from her, Leona placed her hand right on top. “Relax.” He said, his voice going lower and his eyes downcast as if in a trance. Her whispers as he closes his eyes, his voice never reaching her ears. The burns on her skin slowly disappearing from her skin and the flowers under her balm losing its color; Leona opened his eyes again and let go of her wrist. “There.”

The helper inspected her skin, the harsh redness no longer there. “Thank you, so much Leona.” She smiled but soon frowned at the blossoms, their colors gone and wilted.

“The flowers were the only source of energy I could use to reverse the effects.” He explained as he scooted off the bed, leaving the lady alone for a moment. “But knowing that you were injured by that fly means that it may happen again given your penchant to remain in the garden all day.”

He rummaged through a box by the mirror, his green eyes looking over to her then back at the box. He raised his hand just as she was about to speak in retaliation. “I know it’s your job to tend to the garden but you’re not obliged to stay there all day.” He pulled out a ring, inspecting it for a short moment, then turned around.

“What if I want to stay in the gardens?” The helper asked, arms folded over her chest. Leona couldn’t help but smile at her obviously upset expression. “Then you need the necessary protection not to get hurt again.”

The ring he held was a shining gold, decorated with bits of silver and topped with a dull blue gem.

“Give me your hand.”

The helper stared at the ring then to Leona before giving it to him, the other hand on her chest. “What is this, Leona?”

With this ring, may your adventures be riddled with joyous memories.

With this ring, may the troubles of the world not reach you.

With this ring, may the sun and moon protect you

With this ring, your safety is granted.

With this ring…

He breathed out, a puff of smoke leaving his mouth and surrounding the gem in a lilac cloud. He slipped it onto her finger; the gem shined a brilliant blue, a beautiful sapphire as clear as the blue sea. Magic coursed through and a wave of relief washed over her. Leona held her hand for longer than usual then bringing it to his lips, kissing the gem, sealing the magic.

“That should do it. The ring will protect you while you’re in the garden.” He lets go of her hand and stepping back, moving over to the bed to lie down. What a lazy lion Leona was. “The protection spell is fairly strong so don’t worry about it suddenly disappearing while you work."

She cleared her throat, bringing her hand up to her lips. “Thank you, Leona.” She said, he could hear her voice quivering but he turned over to his side before he could see her flustered face. “I…Greatly appreciate the gesture.” She bows her head to him. “I will keep the ring with me. Always.”

The sound of her footsteps grew softer and softer as she left the room but Leona was still awake. Into his closed fist, he spoke the final words he wanted to say but never wanted her to hear.

With this ring…I ask you to be mine.

#twst #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona fics #birthday fic #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland

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star-spangledstud · 4 years ago

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TAKE CARE OF ME

Request: “Can I request a smutty goodness with daddy Steve and a soft reader? Maybe she wants to take care of daddy for once but he won't let her. Thank you❤❤” @donutloverxo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x (female!)reader

Word count: 2500-ish

Warning(s): SMUUUT 18+

A/N: I’m not the best smut writer, that’s for sure, but I enjoyed writing this while I should have been preparing for my exams. Thank you for sending in this lovely request :) I hope you like it! PS: I didn’t check this, so please forgive any mistakes.

Steve always wants to take care of you.

He draws you a bubble bath with slow burning candles lining the edge of the tub and soft jazz music playing in the background after particularly long or especially dangerous missions that often force the two of you to spend time away from each other.

He cooks you dinner when you’re too tired to stand on your feet on sparring days with Natasha who makes you fight her in little mini skirts, long tight dresses and strappy heels without weapons to make the job easier. He’s not a great cook, but he tries his best for you. Hell, he’s even learned how to work YouTube just so he can watch videos on how to properly prepare steaks, quiches and risottos.

He treats and surprises you with lavish gifts every chance he gets. In his eyes, he doesn’t need an excuse or special occasion to surprise his best girl with diamonds, pearls and designer handbags. The man has more money than he knows how to spend on himself, so he does his best by giving it to you. You never ask for anything, and you cherish every gift he’s ever given you. More often than not, the fact he’s able to pick out items that are just your taste makes your head spin in amazement.

There’s an enormous bouquet of fresh pink roses and white lilies on your dining room table every Thursday, and as long as either of you aren’t away on missions, Friday nights are reserved for dates. Those are typically spent at expensive restaurants that put his own food to shame and they always end in an entire night of passionate, sweet sex in various locations.

You wear the dresses he buys you while dining at those restaurants, low cut and in soft colors that accentuate your glowing skin and that compliment the fiery look in your eyes that you give him when you eye-fuck him from across the table. He started buying his slacks in a larger size just so his throbbing dick doesn’t strain against the luxurious material. Even then, he sometimes doesn’t make it through the night, and more often then not, the two of you end up in the bathroom, your hands pressed against the mirror while he fucks you over the sink. One time, you didn’t quite make it home; you ended up pulled up on the side of the highway with your panties around your ankles while he fucked you against the hood of his car.

He bought you a house so you don’t have to live in the tower anymore, because according to the man whose super hero name seems to be permanently attached to his being, separating work and private life is extremely important. You suspect he bought it so he can fuck you in every room without having to be quiet and afraid of being walked in on, because he loves the way you sound when you loudly moan his name when he makes you cum.

He bought you a car so you can get around easier when he’s not there. He knows you prefer being in the passenger’s seat and prefers to drive, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer when he handed you the key. The two of you fucked on the backseat the first night you got it, windows fogged and air thick with sex. The drive afterwards was the best he’s ever had, right hand rubbing soft circles on your bruised thigh while the breeze coming in through the open window blew the scent of himself on your skin back to him.

He takes you on vacations three times a year to resorts with private beaches so he doesn’t have to share his view of your ass with anyone. He loves seeing you strutting around in mini dresses and skimpy bikinis all day long, and fingering your sweet pussy inside swimming pools with bright blue ripples has become a new favorite past time of his.

You love it when he takes care of you, although for you, it goes far beyond expensive gifts and lavish holidays to exotic places. Sure, you enjoy being spoiled by your boyfriend, but its the idea that you’re constantly on his mind that really makes your heart beat faster. The only problem you face is that he spoils you so much, you hardly find the time and place to do the same for him.

It’s been three weeks since you last saw him. The house out in the countryside that the two of you share feels too empty without his presence, and you can’t wait to see him again. Your heart has been skipping beats since the moment you woke up, and it hasn’t stopped thumping ever since.

Standing in front of the full body mirror in your bedroom, you take a moment to check yourself out. Clad in a new pink satin lingerie set your heart surges, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling. The dress you put on over it is one of Steve’s favorites, a figure-hugging number in a light shade of lilac. Something about seeing you in varying shades of pastel always seems to drive Steve over the edge.

Today is the day you intend to take care of him.

You prepare his favorite food well in advance and play his favorite music while you wait for him to come home. You know you could’ve bought him a welcoming gift, but you know he doesn’t care for materialistic things and that he already owns everything he needs right there with you.

You feel nervous and excited at the same time all throughout the day. Butterflies seemed to have blossomed inside your stomach, and they don’t stop fluttering around for even a second. When the front door finally opens, the feeling only intensifies, and you quickly scramble to get the dessert into the fridge to chill before he sees it.

“Y/N?” he shouts, voice straining in order to make himself heard through the entire house at once, “you here?”

“In the kitchen!” you shout back as you straighten out your dress.

Your back is turned to him when he enters, and his pupils dilate when he catches a glimpse of your ass straining against the lilac satin. The familiar scent of his cologne invades your nose, and you can tell he showered in the tower after the debriefing when the smell of his body wash enters your nostrils next.

“Smells good,” he mumbles against the bare skin of your shoulder, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” you reply with shut eyes while relishing the feeling of his body pressed up against you, “I made dinner.”

The two of you eat by candle light. Steve tells you everything that happened on the mission in great detail, and in turn you explain to him what you’d been up to while he was away. His eyes never once leave you, and the intense feeling of his gaze burns every inch of your skin.

Before you have time to bring out the pavlova you made, you find yourself pushed against your bedroom door. Steve’s hands are all over you, working their way up the length of your right leg while the other has you by the waist. His mouth, hot and wet, tastes like Asgardian mead on your tongue, and the kisses he trails along your jawline light your skin on fire.

“Tell daddy how much you missed him,” he mumbles in your ear, “sweet girl.”

“So much,” you manage, “I missed you so much, daddy.”

You vividly remember the first time it accidentally slipped out. You were on your knees with him behind you when the word spilled from your panting lips, and you’ll never forget the instant effect it had on him. Steve had never been called daddy before, but the way it sounded coming from you while his dick was inside of you to the hilt nearly sent his senses into overdrive and it stuck with you ever since.

“I missed you too baby,” he says while leading you to the freshly made bed with satin sheets, “let me show you how much I missed you.”

His favorite dress is on the floor not even a minute later, and the sight of what you’re wearing underneath makes Steve’s mouth water more than any food could ever do. The soft shade of pastel compliments your skin so perfectly it’s painful, and he doesn’t waste time getting out of his clothes after seeing you sprawled out on the bed for him.

The kisses he trails from your shin to your thigh make you shiver. Your panties are already wet by the time he plants a kiss on top of them, leaving the color to darken to a deep shade of pink that marks your arousal.

“So wet already,” he muses, “that all for me?”

“Yes daddy,” you moan when he presses another kiss to your clothed pussy, “all for you.”

He hooks his fingers underneath the soft fabric of your new panties and takes agonizingly long to pull them down, inching them down your burning flesh while he peppers more kisses on your stomach.

You take the liberty of unhooking your bra, and it lands on top of the panties he’s already thrown on the floor. Your hands caress his bare chest, fingertips relishing in the feeling of hard muscles protected by smooth, milky skin. Every time you see him without clothes you marvel at how perfectly sculpted his body is, every thing from the broadness of his shoulders to the clean cut v-lines that lead your eyes straight down to his large, beautifully straining cock.

“Oh god,” you mewl when his tongue connects to your already soaking pussy, “Steve!”

He savors the heavenly flavor on his tongue when his tongue dances across your pussy. You’re a moaning mess by the time his thick fingers plunge inside of you and he laps at your clit like a starved man while he slowly pumps them in and out of you. You’re writhing beneath him in an attempt to gain more friction when he doesn’t speed up, and he smiles cheekily against your bud when your muscles contract around his fingers.

“Please,” you can feel your cheeks burning, “Steve.”

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, pausing for a moment.

“Want you,” you pant, “inside of me.”

You whine when he pushes his dripping fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on him while he kisses your cheek and the lobe of your ear. His chest covers your own, and you don’t realize how much you’ve been craving the feeling of his body weight pressing down on top of you until his body is flush with your own.

“I love you so much baby,” he whispers when he lines himself up with your aching entrance, “my sweet girl.”

“I love you-” a sinful moan interrupts your profession of love when you feel his cock sliding slowly between your folds, “I love you too, daddy.”

“I’m gonna show you how much I missed you,” he groans.

You cry out when he finally enters you. The sensation of his thick cock filling you causes your eyes to involuntarily roll back. You grab a tight hold of the sheets for support when he grips your hips to get a better angle. The sight of you beneath him, lips parted and strands of hair already sticking to your face is damn near enough for Steve to cum then and there, but he pushes the urge back down while he takes a moment to get used to the feeling of your walls stretching beautifully around his aching cock.

Your moans echo through the room when he finally thrusts into you, a thin layer of glistening sweat quickly forming on the toned biceps he uses to push and pull himself in and out of your tight cunt. The scent of sex quickly pervades the air, and the sweet slick drips out of your pussy and onto the sheets you washed just this morning.

“Feels so good daddy,” you whine, “please don’t stop.”

Every inch of your skin burns under Steve’s touch and you find yourself getting closer to the edge with each roll of Steve’s hips. The knot buried deep inside your stomach tightens, the coil almost ready to snap. The way Steve seems to know exactly which spot makes your toes curl makes you for a moment believe he possesses some sort of telekinetic powers. The rhythm created by his hips is far more intoxicating than any bottle of Asgardian mead, and the edge you’re threatening to fall down is the most dangerous of all.

“I won’t stop until you cum baby,” he tells you, “I want to see your face when you cum all over my dick.”

Your mind draws blank when his thrusts quicken, the movements of his hips becoming sloppier with each passing moment. You can tell by the throbbing of his cock inside of you and the frown etched in his forehead that he’s just as close as you are.

His voice is muffled between the crook of your neck and the mattress, but you can hear him muttering filthy words under ragged breaths.

“You feel so good baby,” he pants, “gonna make me cum.”

Before you can respond, warmth engulfs your entire body from head to toe. You arch your back, pressing your breasts flush against Steve’s glistening chest. His name leaves your lips repeatedly when you come undone beneath him, and he follows right behind you when the sensation of your clenching walls becomes too much for him to bear.

Steve slowly eases his way out of you and the both of you take a moment to regain your breaths. Your mind begins to wander, and a sudden wave of sadness overtakes you.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks when he notices the slight pout of your lips and frown on your forehead, “did I hurt you?”

“No,” you say quickly, “it’s just that... well... I wanted to take care of you for once.”

Steve’s heart clenches when he hears the sad sound of your voice and he turns on his side to face you. With his free hand, he wipes a strand of sticky hair out of your face. Then, he takes yours and holds it gently.

“You do take care of me,” he says earnestly, “you take care of me every day.”

“How?” you raise a brow, “you’re always the one paying for everything and stuff.”

“Baby,” he kisses your knuckles, “you know how I feel about money. It doesn’t mean anything to me, and it sure as hell doesn’t define the amount of love I have for you and vice versa. Making sure I take time away from my job is how you take care of me. I’d be a mess without you, Y/N. I’d be miserable drowning in work if i didn’t have you.”

“You make me a happy man every day,” he continues, “you made me realize that I’m right where I should be. I don’t dwell on the past anymore because I have you. I’m happy, because of you.”

You smile and nod, “I love you Steve.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You’re silent for a moment, enjoying the sound of Steve’s heartbeat against your ear when you lay your head on his bare chest. Just before you’re about to doze off, a single thought enters your brain.

“Steve?” you ask.

“Hmm?” he replies, also on the verge of falling asleep.

“We forgot about dessert.”

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gardenofdelight · 4 years ago

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✨OC Questionnaire: Peaseblossom✨

a.k.a. Pixie Reader from Fairies May Cry

Full name

???????????????

Preferred name/nickname

Lil Pea, Lil Blossom, Sweet Pea

Generally referred to as

Peaseblossom

Appearance

FACECLAIM: Here’s a portrait I made using Artbreeder:

SEX: Female

HEIGHT: Just barely 5 inches in pixie form, 5 feet in human form.

WEIGHT: Light as a feather in pixie form, lightweight in human form.

BUILD: Lithe and slender.

HAIR: long, soft, and platinum blond. Usually braided with tiny flowers, but it comes down past her bottom when loose.

SKIN: White. Smooth and sunkissed from daily naps under the sun.

EYES: Purple like lilac flowers.They’re a bit wide and always seem to sparkle with mirth and mischief. Long eyelashes.

MOUTH: Small mouth with plump lips. Perfectly straight teeth and pure white.

NOSE: Small and rounded with a cute point at the tip and small nostrils.

HANDS: Small with short fingernails.

FEET: Small and dainty with short nails.

SCARS: None.

CLOTHES: Colorful dresses handmade from real flowers, but she prefers to be nude with a sprinkling of her fairy dust on her body most of the time

OTHER FEATURES: She has 2 pairs of iridescent wings much like a dragonfly.

OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES: She has a “fairy light” that changes color depending on her current mood.

Speech

VOICECLAIM: To be determined.

ACCENT: Fairly neutral.

VERBAL TICS: She has a tendency to repeat words when she’s overly excited about something. And she stumbles over her words when taken by surprise.

LANGUAGE: She can speak all known languages so long as she can hear it verbally first thanks to a little fairy magic.

ARTICULATION: She can be a little clumsy with words while explaining things but she does so on purpose sometimes if she’s hoping to get the upper hand in a deal.

EDUCATION: She prefers to use short and simple words but she’s learned a few big words that are hard for her to pronounce correctly.

LAUGHTER: Sounds like the tinkling of tiny bells in the wind, and she laughs and giggles a lot everyday.

GRUMP: She pouts, grumbles, and sneers whenever she’s annoyed or angry.

BREATHING: She gasps, humphs, and sighs a lot.

Mannerisms

FACE: She has a very expressive face and has a hard time hiding emotions on her face unless she’s working out a deal...then she has the best damn poker face in existence.

HANDS: She makes a lot of hand gestures whenever she’s excited or mad. Lots of arm crossing, finger wagging, curious poking, and happy clapping.

LEGS/FEET: She kicks her feet sometimes while flying and stomps her foot down when she’s angry.

EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: Her capricious nature makes her very prone to emotional outbursts. Crying and yelling when she’s upset and laughing and bouncing around when she’s happy.

HABITS: She likes to hum sometimes while hunting for lost trinkets and sing lullabies while making flower dresses.

POSTURE: She tends to slump a little while standing or sitting, but her posture straightens out whenever she’s very happy, angry, or taken by surprise.

WALKING POSTURE: She skips around gleefully when she’s in good, but she tends to stomp around when she’s in a bad mood.

SITTING POSTURE: She likes to sit with her legs crossed beneath her with a slouched posture.

PERSONAL SPACE: She doesn't have much of a personal bubble and tends to encroach on others’ personal space without realizing it.

SPACIAL AWARENESS: She’s really good at noticing what’s around her thanks to her constant hunt for the next best trinket.

OTHER: Her fairy light changes color depending on her mood. And her fairy wings tend to snap out when she’s surprised, droop when she’s feeling down, and flutter faster when they're buzzing with rage.

Health

DIET: Two words: liqueur and sweets! She loves fruity wines and sugary treats...it’s not really healthy and definitely not a well-balanced diet but pixies have an extremely high metabolism. She rarely eats vegetables and scoffs at anything boring and bitter.

SLEEP: She takes a lot of short naps throughout the day. Pixies don’t sleep for very long unless they’re completely exhausted. Many of her dreams consist of brave adventures with her trusty steed (a rat named Sir Hawthrone) and romantic dances with Pretty Boy (Vergil).

EXERCISE: Not very much but flying around and searching through all the nooks and crannies for lost trinkets is a bit of an exercise!

ACTIVITY: She works hard when she wants to, especially if she’s really excited about something...that’s usually when she pushes herself to exhaustion. But she can be pretty lazy some days...it all just depends on her mood at the moment.

CLEANLINESS: She bathes in the morning dew she creates every morning for her flowers. But sometimes she takes a shower with Pretty Boy when he’s not looking…!

ODOUR: Like a meadow of sweet flowers by a tranquil pond.

MEDICINAL DRUGS: No.

NARCOTICS: No.

ADDICTIONS: No...unless you count the obsessive need to make deals and having a sweet tooth as an addiction.

ILLNESS: No.

INJURIES: No.

PARASITES: No.

OTHER: To be determined.

Personal

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT?: She’s an exuberant extrovert. Lil Pea doesn’t let her small size get in the way of being social and outgoing, especially when it comes to things that pique her curiosity.

OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: Definitely an optimist.

GENDER: Female.

SEXUALITY: She has no set preference in regards to sex and/or gender. So long as they’re a very nice person with a kind soul. Any display of intentional cruelty or just general “meanie-ness” will make her look the other way.

ROMANTIC: Absolutely loves all the romance!

MEMORY: She has a very chaotic memory, usually wavering between highly accurate to absurdly silly.

PLANNING: She’s a terrible planner and just leaps right into things with a wide grin.

PENSIVE: She doesn’t spend a lot of time pondering about life...she’d much rather live in the now and not then or yet to come.

INTUITION: She has really good intuition so long as she isn’t figuring things out on an empty stomach.

PROBLEM SOLVING: She’s very good at solving puzzles and problems so long as it's very clever or in rhyming form.

GOALS: To find the greatest lost trinket in the world!

INSECURITIES: She thinks her wings aren’t as pretty as some of the other fairies with their beautiful butterfly wings. But she hides her insecurities well behind her cute and bubbly personality.

ACHIEVEMENTS: She’s very proud of her trinket collection and her ability to make Pretty Boy blush!

ANXIETY: Being trapped like a bug in a jar and Pretty Boy being in danger makes her super anxious.

OVERWHELMED: She only feels like things are too much when she’s stressed out.

SELF-HELP: She simply ignores her problems and moves on with life.

COMFORTS: Liquor, sweet treats, naps among the flowers, and Pretty Boy kisses.

BAD HABITS: She tends to exaggerate a lot which sometimes leads to more problems.

PHILOSOPHY: Not religious but does follow the creed of all fairies: always seek to make clever deals through trickery and under no circumstances are you to break a deal.

TRIGGERS: Glass jars and bird cages.

The Past

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: She doesn’t have parents per se...more like a mysterious guardian who brought her into existence with powerful magic. And they get along very well but haven’t seen each other in over a millennium.

SCHOOL: She never went to school...unless you count causing mischief a few times during some classes to make children laugh at the teacher’s expense.

ADOLESCENCE: She was never an adolescent.

LEAVING HOME: It was very exciting for her the first time since she’s always heard how much the mortal realm can be! But then she became a permanent resident when she escaped from the mages holding her captive.

FURTHER EDUCATION: She never went to college but wouldn’t mind causing some mischief there too.

FIRST JOB: She helped her guardian with his garden by tending to the flowers. She enjoyed putting dew on the blooms every morning and healing to sickly buds with her bell-like singing.

LIFE EVENTS: Making a deal with one of the Princes of the Seelie Court definitely brought more cheer into her life. But having that same Prince fail to protect her when she got captured by mages and enduring captivity brought pain and sorrow. And now finding a new protector has renewed her hope and continues to bring her joy every day.

WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: She was captured by mage and held prisoner for various vile experiments.

BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: Pretty Boy kissed her back.

LESSONS: Never trust someone solely on their looks...you must peer into their soul and judge them by their spirit. Never hide in the dark alone. Don’t eat too much strawberry ice cream or else you’ll suffer from the worst stomach EVER! And it only takes one fairy’s sugar to make Pretty Boy smile and sometimes blush!

LOOKING BACK: If Lil Pea could re-play her life and do something differently, she would’ve not joined the Prince’s revelry in the mortal world that fateful day.

Relationships

FAMILY: The crew at Devil May Cry are pretty much her family now.

FRIENDSHIPS: She has a lot of friends! Most of them are critters living in and around the shop...but they’re very loyal and love to go on adventures with her.

FRIENDS IN NEED: She will always be there for her friends with fairy dust to cheer them up...she’ll also offer to even the score if someone is the source of her friend’s troubles. This usually involves some elaborate pranks and tiny raspberries right in their face.

NEEDING A FRIEND: She usually seeks the comfort of her flowers and critter friends first...but sometimes she’ll go to her human friends when she needs help or advice. It just depends on her mood at the time.

ANNOYANCES: She gets annoyed very easily but reciprocates with swift pranks and raspberries right in the face when really irked.

ROMANCE: She’s a bit overt with her advances and has no problem giving her romantic interest pretty gifts. She’s attracted to people with a good and just soul...and being tall and strong doesn’t hurt either.

MARITAL PROBLEMS: She’s not married but she’d probably ignore the problem until forced to deal with it...and then her capriciousness would take over and it’ll either turn out very good or very bad but confusing nonetheless.

ADVERSARIES: She doesn’t like big meanies who ruin all the fun!

ENEMIES: Anyone who would hurt Pretty Boy or defenseless animals and children is an enemy to her. She also gets VERY angry when flowers are needlessly destroyed.

STRANGERS: She tends to hide from strangers since you never know if they’re real nice or a big meanie!

FUN STUFF: She loves to sing, dance, pull pranks, hunt for lost trinkets, make pretty dresses, and feast on all the sweets and booze!

DATING: She loves to dance with her romantic partner and will always be ready for a feast with good booze. But she finds a stroll among the flowers and fireflies at night very romantic.

BEST FRIEND: Her trusty rat steed, Sir Hawthorne...but Scruffy Boy and Sweet Lady have become close friends too!

LOVE: Her devilish protector will always have her tiny heart.

WORST ENEMY: Anyone who has terrible manners and harms flowers or Pretty Boy.

Interactions

MINGLING: She gets along with others so long as they have good manners and aren’t big meanies!

COMFORT LEVELS: She’s comfortable talking to people but will steer the conversation by any means necessary if they stumble upon a touchy subject. The only time she’s uncomfortable is when people ask too many questions or focus too much on the past and future.

PHYSICAL: She’s very touchy-feely! Loves to give hugs and poke noses no matter her size at the moment.

GROUPS: She’s comfortable in a big group so long as she knows everybody, but even that doesn’t stop her since she’s very good at hanging around while not being noticed. But sometimes she wants to spend time alone with one or two people who’ll give her plenty of attention.

OPENNESS: She opens up very easily up to a certain extent. It’ll take some patience and gentle prying to get her to talk openly up about her past.

GENEROSITY: She likes to give gifts to those who prove a friend to the Fae. She’d gladly lend money to a friend...so long as they make a deal with her in return. And it makes her very happy to receive gifts from others.

JEALOUSY: Anyone that takes her Pretty Boy’s attention away from her makes her feel incredibly jealous! But pulling a few pranks on the offender always makes her feel better.

TEMPER: She’s easily worked up thanks to the capricious nature of pixies.

EMPATHY: She can empathize but sometimes she doesn’t understand the reasons behind some mortal’s feelings, which leads to a misunderstanding if no one explains.

AFFECTION: Lots of hugs and “fairy’s sugar” with the occasional gift or helping hand with her fairy dust.

DISTASTE: Her fairy light will flash red as she blows many raspberries right in their face...and a few pranks if she REALLY dislikes someone.

ETIQUETTE: She has very good manners just like any fairy worth their salt! But most mortals don’t know the proper etiquette of the Fae...which may look very rude and inappropriate to them.

RESPONSIBILITY: She doesn’t like to admit when she’s wrong but will face the music when it all falls apart. Then, she’ll try to make up for her mistakes by any means possible.

SELF ESTEEM: She’s always had to stick up for herself until meeting the Prince since many of the Fae treat fairies born through non-fairy magic like her very poorly.

CONFIDENCE: She’s very confident in herself and her abilities despite being treated differently from her own kind.

HONESTY: She always speaks her mind unless she’s up to some mischief or feels that it might upset someone.

LEADER OR FOLLOWER: She’s a little of both. She usually follows but can take the lead if needed.

PARTY TRICKS: She’s an expert trinket finder, flower dressmaker, and can put dew on all the flowers in a meadow before the first ray of sunrise! And she also knows how to make pretty half devils blush.

PRAISE: Compliments and praise make her fairy light turn pink with joy.

FAILURES: Her capricious attitude can be irritating to some but her constant need to pull pranks is highly annoying.

CRITICISM: She doesn’t take criticism very well...she’d either burst into tears or swear pretty pixie vengeance on the unfortunate critic!

INSULTS: It depends on who’s insulting her. She’ll fire back with one of her inventive insults at some, but then get teary eyed at others.

EMBARRASSMENT: She’s not easily embarrassed but it still happens whenever she’s taken by surprise. Her fairy light turns pink and red as she scurries away to hide whenever she’s embarrassed.

FLIRTING: She’s VERY flirty...absolutely adores the way people light up and blush at her cute compliments.

ATTENTION SPAN: She has a very short attention span and tends to get easily distracted.

SITUATIONS: She’s very good at breaking up difficult situations but has a hard time dealing with them through patient conversation.

Life

CAREER: Expert trinket finder and very pretty pixie for Pretty Boy! It’s a very fulfilling career for a fairy.

PROMOTION: She’s eyeing the promotion known as “girlfriend” at the moment.

BOSS: She has a great relationship with her boss so long as she doesn’t tease him too much.

DUTY: She assists Pretty Boy with her unique talents and magical fairy dust.

TECH: She has no idea how to use modern technology but would find it very fascinating if she ever gave it a try!

POLITICS: Not political at all.

COMBAT SKILLS: She’s very good at blinding people with her fairy dust and is proficient in mounted combat on her ratty stead with her needle sword.

HOME: She keeps her personal space very tidy and filled with many different flowers.

DAILY LIFE: She goes through her day-to-day tasks with an eager wonder of unknown adventures that might happen along the way.

INDEPENDENCE: Very independent since escaping the mages to live in the human world.

COOKING: She can’t really cook but loves to help from time to time by sprinkling her fairy dust over food.

BUILDING: She can’t do basic DIY but she tries to help with her fairy magic!

CLEANING: She always tries to keep her personal space clean but her fairy dust remains always present all over her pile of flowers where she usually sleeps.

SHOPPING: She doesn’t really shop due to her small stature and shyness around a group of strangers, but she likes to accompany her friends on shopping trips. But if she ever got her hands on some funds while in her bigger form...Ooh she’d be the most impulsive buyer in the human world!

DRIVING: She doesn’t know how to drive but it always looked like so much fun whenever she rode in the van with Crazy Lady and Baby Boy!

FINANCES: She has the biggest trinket hoard in all the shop! But she doesn’t quite understand why mortals value pieces of paper with pictures of old people.

MARRIAGE: Not married. She doesn’t know why mortals need a huge ceremony to spend eternity together, but she loves all the pretty dresses and flowers at weddings!

KIDS: No kids. And she has no plans to have kids herself, but she loves to make children smile and laugh with her mischievous antics.

PETS: No pets.

DEPENDANTS: No.

LAW: To human standards? Definitely. But to fairy standards? No.

COURT: She’s never been to court.

PRISON: No.

TRAVELLING: She’s been to many places around various worlds and different realities.

MEDICAL: She doesn’t trust doctors and always makes sure to have an apple on hand whenever someone needs to keep them away.

ILLNESS: No.

WORRIES: She worries for Pretty Boy whenever nightmares plague his dreams at night.

PEACE: She doesn’t mind peace and quiet but there’s music in the air around her thanks to her own whimsical singing.

PARTYING: She LOVES to go out partying whenever possible! There’s nothing like a good revel with lively music and vast feasts!

HOBBIES: She collects lost trinkets, makes dresses out of flowers, and finds mischief in the unlikeliest places!

#peaseblossom #pixie reader #oc questionnaire #Fairies May Cry #time see what lies behind a very pretty pixie! ✨🧚‍♀️✨#harlot writes #harlot speaks

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elsb-hrngtons · 4 years ago

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I Can Get You High (If You Want To Climb)

Have some Nancy/ Carol Because i can.

smut under the cut.

Links to Ao3 in notes.

“Hey you sure you don’t wanna come in with me for a bit?” Nancy asks as they pull up into The Harrington’s huge driveway.

“What and watch you suck face with Steve all night? I’m good.” Barb jibes but it's not heated or mean spirited, she says it with a roll of her eyes and a smirk on her lips “go! Have fun and call me if you need a ride home!” She says ushering Nancy out of the car.

“Thanks! You’re the best!” Nancy says smiling warmly before closing the door.

“I know” Barb calls from the driver side window as she pulls out the drive.

Nancy strides up to the door, full of nervous and excited energy, she’s not sure why she’s nervous all of a sudden, it's not like this is her first party at Steve’s, it's become somewhat of a routine every weekend now, especially now her and Steve are officially dating properly, after the first night she spent in Steve’s bed. Initially she was surprised how much of a gentle lover Steve is and how attentive, always very respectful of her boundaries while encouraging her to explore further at her own pace, she thinks fondly how comfortable he makes her feel, safe, warm and protected, and while she know she doesn’t quite feel that spark of love just yet, she thinks in time that it could grow, could blossom into something wonderful if she lets it.

She rings the doorbell and doesn’t have to wait long for Steve to answer; he must have been waiting in the living room for her to arrive, probably buzzing with just as much excitement as she is. He throws the door open and immediately pulls her into a passionate kiss, lifting her feet off the ground as he spins her around, forcing a giggle from her.

“Hey beautiful” he says, breaking the kiss and gazing adoringly at her.

“Hey” she whispers back grinning at him, eyes bright with affection.

“Get a room” Nancy hears from behind them and as she turns Carol’s there with Tommy behind her, arms draped over her shoulders and hands creeping dangerously close to her breasts, Nancy’s mouth goes dry as she finds herself unintentionally fixated on them, not big, but not small either, perky. Nancy’s cheeks flush scarlet as she realises that Carol isn’t wearing a bra, the outline of her nipples poking through her lilac sweater and Nancy can’t help the thought of rolling them between her fingers, using her tongue to make them stand to attention. She has to shake those images from her head, gaze still firmly fixed on Carol’s breasts, she has to look away before it becomes too obvious, casts her eyes to Carol’s face instead who’s staring intently back at her playful and devious smirk mocking Nancy, letting her know she’s not been subtle in the slightest, she flushes a darker shade of red and turns herself around to face Steve again, feels safe when her attention is on him and not Carol.

They move out into Steve’s backyard despite the late November chill, thank god Steve’s parents invested in outdoor heating otherwise Nancy’s sure she would have died of hypothermia weeks ago, Steve also seems to have laid out a few blankets on the pool loungers, presumably to get cosy and cuddled up underneath, under the guise of keeping warm. Music plays softly over the radio hooked up at the back door and there’s a cooler filled with beers in the middle of the decking. Nancy accepts a beer from Steve, sips it casually watching on as the two boys go straight to shotgunning, always having to peacock at every possible opportunity, she spares a quick glance from the corner of her eye towards Carol who only rolls her eyes chuckling quietly to herself as she nurses her own beer elegantly.

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As the night continues and the beer supply dwindles Tommy and Steve make the not so sensible decision to walk to the liquor store to restock supplies, the one where Steve can charm his way into not getting carded by the lonely middle aged widow who works the late shift.

Nancy’s well on her way to being drunk, feeling light and loose, all relaxed and content as she melts under her blanket into the pool lounger next to Carol who’s been quietly humming along to the radio for the past 5 minutes, Nancy closes her eyes for a moment, bathing in the soft atmosphere, letting the sounds of Carols humming and the light whirring of the pool filters wash away any residual tension, she’s so relaxed she doesn’t notice Carol has stopped humming and has moved away from her own lounger to saunter over to Nancy. Nancy opens her eyes and is startled as she spots Carol's hips swaying and hungry glint in her eyes.

“Shh Princess, it’s only me” Carol coos swinging her legs to straddle over Nancy and her lounger, leaning in to steal a heated kiss. Nancy panics at first, freezes up in shock as Carol bullies her tongue into Nancy’s mouth, nibbling at her bottom lip as she goes. Nancy regains her composure to gently push at Carol’s chest to create some distance and break the kiss.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Carol asks, swatting away at Nancy’s hand and moving in for another kiss, Nancy pulls away again, she feels hot all over, she doesn’t understand what’s happening, feels shame that she kinda wants it to happening anyway.

“Why?”

“Because we can” Carol shrugs “because i caught you staring at my tits earlier” Carol winks and brings her lips to Nancy’s again. Nancy gets caught up in the feeling of Carol’s soft lips brushing against hers, she has softer lips than Steve, but doesn’t kiss as gently, she’s rough and dominating in all the best ways, makes Nancy squirm underneath Carol and melt further into the pool lounger at the same time, this time Carol breaks the kiss and Nancy actually whines, immediately missing the warmth of Carol’s touch before coming to her senses.

“What about Tommy and Steve?” Nancy asks, concerned, knows they've only been gone 10 minutes at most,probably won’t be back for at least another hour.

“They’re already off screwing around themselves” Carol smirks, starts peppering kisses long Nancy’s jaw and neck, “I’m sure they won’t mind if we have a little fun ourselves” she says between kisses, Nancy lets herself get swept away in the sensation, electricity running through her body, sending jolts of pleasure to the pit of her stomach at every light touch of Carol’s lips, can’t help the breathy gasps she makes when Carol begins to nibble at her ear lobe. “Shall we see how many times i can make you come before they get back”

Nancy yelps when she feels Carol's hand creep under her skirt and pinch at her thigh, she immediately shushes Nancy and starts rubbing soothing circles over the sore spot before creeping higher to tease between Nancy’s legs through her panties. Nancy moans sinfully as Carol continues her assault, kissing and biting at Nancy’s neck while hooking her fingers into the elastic of Nancy’s underwear pushing them aside to allow access to her pussy, Nancy can feel herself getting wetter by the second, squirms under Carol’s attention.

“Mhm Carol” She sighs “what about the neighbours?” she asks, suddenly remembering herself and where exactly they are, Carol leans back and looks around shrugging as she turns back to face Nancy, biting her lip.

“I don’t see anyone?” Carol pecks at Nancy's cheek “but if you feel more comfortable princess, we can always move this inside?” She meets Nancy with a bruising kiss. Nancy nods when the kiss breaks, and Carol gracefully swings back off the lounger in one swift and fluid motion and struts back into Steve’s house, Nancy takes a moment to right herself before standing on shaky legs to follow like a lamb to the slaughter, deciding to bring the blanket with her, takes comfort in how it seems to shroud her with a sense of security.

Nancy pads her way into Steve’s lounge and finds Carol laid out on the couch, clothes already discarded to the side, Nancy’s heart drops into her stomach and her mouth waters at the sight of Carol in all her soft, supple and naked glory, legs spread wide allowing a perfect view of her pussy, already glistening in anticipation and arousal. Nancy has the sudden need to taste, to explore how it might feel with her head buried between Carol’s legs, wonders if it’s anything like sucking a dick, if she’d be any good, she wants so badly to be good for Carol, doesn’t quite understand why.

Carol pats at the space on the couch between her legs, crooking her finger demanding Nancy come hither and Nancy can’t help but to obey, stripping from her blouse and skirt as she approaches. She kneels between Carol’s legs and leans in and steals a kiss of her own, she feels her body alight with want which only encourages her to ditch her previous blushing virgin facade, she knows how to kiss, knows how to have sex, knows how to assert herself in the bedroom when she needs to, just has to use her experience with Steve and apply it with Carol, adjust her techniques to accommodate for the different parts. She tentatively brushes the back of her hand against the soft skin of Carol’s shoulder, lets it travel down father light until she feels the goose pimples that have raised upon the firm flesh of Carol’s breast, deepens the kiss, gently nibbles at Carol’s bottom lip and them soothes with her tongue as it chases the warmth of Carol’s mouth. In a moment of boldness Nancy grabs and handful of Carol’s tit, feels the stiff peak of her nipple roll between her own delicate fingers, and it’s just as magical and satisfying as she hoped it would be, Carol seems to think so too if the pleased moans escaping her throat are anything to go by.

Carol allows Nancy to dominate the pace for a little while, let’s Nancy explore every inch of her body with her mouth and hands, gives her the time to get comfortable and lost in the sensation of caressing another woman, build the anticipation of what’s to come,Nancy finds herself creeping closer and closer to the space between Carol’s thighs, the creamy skin her canvas as she leaves an array of purple and red bites and bruises into the flesh, but Carol has other plans as Nancy kisses at the top of Carol’s pubic bone, inhales deeply and revelling in the sent of the neatly trimmed red curls there, Carol hooks her finger under Nancy’s chin and lifts her face so their eyes meet. Nancy looks up wide eyes, furrow between her brow, whine dying on her lips as Carol smirks deviously down at her.

“Not this time princess” Carol coos as she wraps her legs around Nancy’s back and uses her body weight to flip them both, Carol hovering above Nancy caging her in with both arms either side of Nancy’s head. “Tonight is all about you baby”

Carol smashes their lips together in a brief yet bruising kiss, and then makes quick work of working her way down lips covering every inch of Nancy’s neck, sucking at her pulse point while her fingers trail teasingly down the plain of Nancy’s flat stomach, she brushes her fingers through the thick hatch of Nancy’s pubes, scratches lightly at the skin sending little sparks right down to her toes, it feels nice and does absolutely nothing to prepare for Carol to diver straight in, index and middle finger exploring her folds until they find the treasure they were seeking out. Carol begins to slowly with not nearly enough pressure stroking at Nancy’s clit, it feels dry at first until Carol dips lower and gathers some slick to help her along. Nancy sighs in contentment, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape while Carol continues her ministrations, multitasking beautifully kissing and biting at Nancy’s neck and jawline, any skin she can get her lips on while working her fingers, almost teasing at first, Nancy bucks her hips to try and chase some extra friction, wants to feel more, wants Carol to go to town, Carol seems to pick up on this and obliged, increasing the pressure and speed gradually until Nancy can feel the telltale sign of her orgasm building, creeping ever so slightly to the edge as warmth and electricity builds between her thighs.

As Nancy gasps out, shock waves of pleasure pushing her further Carol doubles down, sets a punishing pace, hand going a million miles and hour, sounds of Nancy’s whining pleas and the slick sound of Carol’s fingers moving around filling the lounge. Carol’s stopped kissing Nancy and she’s cracks her eyes open to spare a glance, Carol is staring intently back at Nancy, eyes boring straight through to her soul, Cheshire grin splitting her features as she helps Nancy to her peak, pushes her over, licks her lips as Nancy cries out in pure unadulterated pleasure, Carol’s name on her lips, chest heaving with the exertion.

“That’s one” Carol states wasting no time sliding down Nancy’s body and immediately burying her face between her legs. Nancy’s sensitive, shudders as she feels Carol’s breath ghost across her entrance, warm breath mixing with slick making her feel chilled and hot all at once, yelps when Carols tongue darts out and begins lapping away, not focused on one area as if Carol is committed to tasting every bit of Nancy, content in drinking in Nancy’s sent and greedily swallowing every bit of come she can gather on her tongue. The haphazard exploration of Nancy’s pussy is abandoned eventually when Carol zeros her efforts in on her clit once more, she’s still reeling from her last orgasm, over-sensitivity making the whole thing feel altogether too much and not enough at the same time. Nancy has always enjoyed receiving head from Steve but this feels different in so many ways, erotic, sinful, forbidden, usually it takes a while for her to build herself up to another orgasm but Carol is eating her out like its her last meal, alternating between hungrily suckling at her clit and using her tongue to press and play in small concise circles which drive Nancy wild. It’s embarrassing how quickly she comes after what must only be 2 minutes of Carol devouring her, screams and wanton moans reverberating off the walls, slick and come gushing out of her surly making a mess of the couch and Carol’s face.

Nancy thinks Carol might stop there, give her chance to catch her breath, but Carol doesn’t allow that, instead she continues teasing away with her tongue and brings her hand up to burry two fingers deep inside, Nancy squeals and squirms under Carol’s attentions and carol brings her other hand up to clamp down on Nancy’s thigh holding her down, nails digging in pinching at Nancy’s skin, the biting pain only serves to amplify Nancy’s pleasure, intensifies the unrelenting ripples of ecstasy coursing through Nancy’s veins. If Nancy weren’t so distracted she’d be self conscious of the constant stream of sounds being punched out of her with every thrust of Carol’s fingers, would be mortified at the loud and drawn out moan that's ripped straight from her chest as Carol crooks her fingers massaging and pressing harshly against Nancy’s sweet spot.

The combination of Carol’s tongue and fingers has Nancy reeling, she’s close again all it takes is a couple more thrusts and a few more strokes of Carol’s tongue and Nancy is gone, sure she’s having an outer body experience as she floats blissfully into subspace, body no longer connected with her consciousness as Carol helps her through, bringing Nancy back down gently, before shuffling up the couch and wrapping her arms tightly around her.

“Damn princess Steve never mentioned you were a squirter”

Nancy can’t even bring herself to be embarrassed at that, far too exhausted and far too high on endorphins to even care.

#Nancy Wheeler x Carol Perkins #Nancy Wheeler #Carol Perkins #Stranger Things #fic #My fic #nancy x carol

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tss-grimmverse · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3: Lilac

i wish you out of the woods

and into a picture with me

The Youngstown Grimms had made it sound like Logan possessed arcane knowledge, and would cast some sort of protective spell over Virgil. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this whole protection business being based on proximity.

Had those Grimms warned Logan that they’d signed Virgil up for college classes? Did they even know how Logan’s “protection” worked? It took Virgil nearly the entire allotted thirty “digestion” minutes to muster the courage to bring it up again.

Honestly, with his track record, that wasn’t so bad.

“So…” he drawled, as the two were slipping on their shoes to leave. “How is this gonna work, anyway?”

“This?” Logan pocketed his phone.

“Me, staying here, with you.” Virgil gestured between them. “Like, do I have to stay within a certain distance for your protection mojo to work?”

“For the time being, yes,” Logan explained as they exited the apartment and started down the stairs. “My long term plan, however, is to make a charm that will shield you in my stead.”

That didn’t sound so bad.

“But I will be able to leave?” Virgil clarified. “Like, during the day or whatever?”

As much as he didn’t mind sharing space with an absurdly gorgeous…if a bit standoffish…guy, being trapped inside day after day would drive him up the wall.

Logan made a noise of assent.

“The charm I intend to make will ensure that our arrangement does not overly restrict your freedom. Shelley has informed me of your intention to attend fall classes at Stetson University.”

‘My’ intention, sure.

Truthfully, art school had simply been the cover story to explain why Virgil would suddenly abandon Ohio and his Faire family. The Youngstown Grimms warned him that the whole Ren Faire circuit wasn’t safe for him anymore, not even as far away as Florida, not when his master had already tracked him down once. He still couldn’t imagine what strings the Grimms had had to pull to get him into a fancy, expensive-as-fuck university on such short notice, with only a GED to his name and no other transcripts…but they had, and they’d told him all his expenses would be covered besides.

Virgil was smart enough to recognize an opportunity when he saw it…and too selfish to turn it down.

“Oh, I suppose I should ask.” Logan paused before they left the stairwell. “How sensitive are you to iron?”

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck.

“Cars don’t bother me, if that’s what you’re implying. Most metal doesn’t if it’s refined enough.”

“You are fortunate.” Logan absently thumbed one of his pointed ear tips. “I hypothesize that my sensitivity lies somewhere between that of a true faery and an older changeling. My disguise glamour protects me somewhat, so driving around town is not a problem, but a cross country trip would be…taxing.”

Virgil winced. “That still sucks.”

Logan hummed, adjusted his glasses, and they left the stairwell for the overly bright, bleached parking lot.

Florida, ugh. Virgil squinted in the unrelenting sunlight. No wonder Logan’s house brownie wears sunglasses. He would need to buy a pair of his own, and soon.

Logan unlocked a nearby blue Honda Fit and they climbed in. Virgil observed how Logan’s dark, graceful hands did not linger on either the door handle or the metal seatbelt buckle.

“I can eat stuff cooked in ordinary pots,“ Virgil added as they pulled out of the parking lot. “But cast iron skillets, man…” He shuddered.

“An iron skillet would outright poison me.” Logan grimaced. “Even heavily refined steel is distasteful to cook in.”

That’s why he owns a copper kettle, Virgil realized. Probably all his cooking utensils are copper or aluminum.

“I was shoved into a wrought iron gate once at a Faire,” Virgil went on. “Burned like a bitch, and I only touched it for a few seconds. I haven’t really tested my sensitivities beyond that.”

“I recommend against it.” Logan answered Virgil’s raised eyebrow with a sharp look. “The enmity between iron and Fae is an ancient one. You won’t develop a tolerance.”

Something in the tone spoke of past experience to Virgil. Another little interesting tidbit about the man he’d moved in with.

His charged iPod and headphones lay nestled in his hoodie pocket, but for once, Virgil chose not to tune out the world. Instead he observed Logan’s long fingers on the faux-leather steering wheel, the flex of muscle in his forearms, the crease between his eyebrows as he navigated downtown Deland’s narrow Main Street.

“If you don’t mind my asking,” Logan said after a long silence, as though weighing the words. Which of course made Virgil’s anxiety skyrocket.

“What fae abilities do you possess?”

Virgil’s mouth twisted; he’d been dreading that question.

His own hands, caressing bits of straw, color and softness bursting from the hollow shafts. Sewing needles and the dark, metallic scent of blood. Mocking words and cruel fae lips and under it all his power, flowing from his chest into waiting bodies…

Dolls. Abominations.

“I make flowers,” he answered at last.

Logan glanced at him and arched an eyebrow.

Virgil sighed and patted his pockets, finally plucking a loose thread from his hoodie sleeve when nothing else turned up. He laid the tiny string across his palm, and mentally pulled. Warmth blossomed in his chest, like unfolding flower petals, racing down his arm, rippling under his skin, seeping into the thread he held.

It quivered, and expanded, buds bubbling along its length before silently exploding into leaves, the end growing bulbous and green and peeling into delicate violet petals and a yellow center.

He stuck the newly created forget-me-not, stem barely as long as his pinky finger, behind his ear.

“Go on, you can say it,” he challenged, chancing a look at Logan, whose expression hadn’t changed. “Sixteen fucking years in Arcadia, and I end up with the most useless changeling power in existence.”

It was safer, disparaging his magic like it really was nothing but flower-making. Those Grimms in Ohio would never have helped me if they knew what I was, and why my master wanted me back.

The half-faery’s eyes were a mystery behind his glasses. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”

But then they were pulling up to an ordinary suburban house and Logan was parking the car, and Virgil had a whole different, slightly more ordinary situation to fret over.

Interacting with people.

“Come,” Logan said, getting out. “Time to meet Nicodemus.”

Virgil dearly hoped ’Nicodemus’ wasn’t another brownie, or a pixie or a hobgoblin, or…

To Virgil’s vast relief, Nicodemus turned out to be a brown Labrador that barked joyously at Logan’s arrival and spent the next five minutes on its hind legs, eagerly licking the half-faery’s face.

Logan rubbed the dog’s head, heedless of the spit bath, and exchanged words and money with the gray-haired woman of the house. Virgil gathered that she often watched Logan’s dog when he was away. The two of them, dog bouncing between, carried a crate full of hairy blankets, some dishes, and several toys out to Logan’s car.

Virgil hung back in the doorway, hands stuffed in his pockets, hoping he wouldn’t be called over to socialize. He stiffened when woman gestured towards him, and Logan said something at length. Virgil shoved his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, wondering what excuses Logan gave to people for his changeling houseguests over the years.

Nicodemus trotted over, eyeing Virgil with curious black eyes.

“Hey…boy.” Virgil gingerly held out a hand. The dog sniffed it, sneezed, and gave his fingers a few licks. (Virgil grimaced and wiped them on his hoodie).

“I was hoping he would like you.”

Virgil startled, having not heard Logan approach. “Is that…what the licking means?”

The half-faery’s mouth twitched in a tiny smile.

“Thank you again, Stephanie!” he called, waving as the woman went inside. “Nic, come!”

Nic leaped obediently into the car’s back seat and settled with his snout just above Virgil’s shoulder.

“I suppose it is a bit late to inquire whether you are amenable to sharing a living space with an animal,” Logan commented in an uncharacteristically wry voice.

Virgil shrugged, reaching back to pet Nic’s neck.

“Dogs are okay, I guess. I’ve never had a pet, so…I don’t know much about taking care of them or whatever.”

Logan waved a hand. “I would expect no such thing. Nic is my responsibility.”

“Um, speaking of responsibility.” Virgil rubbed at the back of his neck. “I was thinking I should probably start looking for a job? So I can, you know, help out with rent and stuff?”

“Why?”

There was no judgement in Logan’s tone; only curiosity.

“I dunno, I just don’t want to be a freeloader.” Virgil shrugged, his shoulders hunched. “The Youngstown Grimms are already paying for all my school stuff and honestly I feel kinda bad about that.”

“I wouldn’t.” Logan raised an eyebrow at Virgil shocked face. “Do you truly think that an organization run by changelings, some of whom can literally transform physical objects into other objects, would have issues obtaining something as mundane as money?”

Virgil’s mouth twisted and he touched the flower still stuck in his ear…the forget-me-not he’d grown from magic and a bit of loose thread. Maybe making random objects bloom wasn’t terribly useful…but sometimes he forgot that such power was still extraordinary from a normal perspective.

Knowing that didn’t make his insecurities go away.

“Look, I dunno what they told you about me, but I was on the road with a Renaissance Faire for nearly two years before De…” Virgil swallowed, unwilling to say even the made-up name aloud. “Before my faery master found me. We didn’t have a lot and we never stayed in one place for long, but it was a good life, you know? They were the closest people I’d had to a family on the outside. And we all worked hard; you had to, to keep the Faire running. Everyone earned their keep.”

Logan hummed, rubbing a finger absently on the steering wheel. “Do you fear letting others pay your way will give them too much control over your life?”

Virgil picked at a rip in his skinny jeans. Logan was not as oblivious as his stilted language would suggest.

“I…yeah. I guess?”

“I am financially solvent enough to support myself and anyone the Grimms send to me, for however long that individual needs to stay.” Logan shot Virgil a look, his stormy eyes softening slightly. “However, I will not be offended if you wish to obtain employment and ‘earn your keep’, as you put it.”

Virgil leaned his head against the window glass, his lungs tight with memories, with fears, with feeling like any joy he scratched out of the barren soil of this existence would always be one faery whim away from being crushed.

Again.

“It’s just, last week I had a life,” he admitted softly. “Now suddenly it’s gone, and I feel a little…lost, I guess.”

Logan drummed thoughtful fingers on the steering wheel.

“Where were you initially rescued?” he asked. “Not four days ago, but when you first left Arcadia?”

Virgil didn’t quite suppress a shudder at the word Arcadia.

“Somewhere in Pennsylvania, I think,” he answered lowly. “Some Grimms…not Youngstown; a different chapter…shut down an illegal trade between two minor Courts. My master was…”

He swallowed, unwilling to admit his faery master had been a fetch-dealer, that the operation those Grimms shut down that day had been a fetch trade. Trafficking in human dolls was the only Unseelie vice specifically forbidden by the Accords themselves. Faeries caught using them in their kidnappings earned an immediate price on their heads. And human thralls forced by said faeries to make those dolls…well.

The usually went mad.

The whole mess carried a well-deserved stigma.

“Let’s just say he was involved in a lot of shady Unseelie shit,” Virgil muttered, looking out the window again.

Logan’s fingers traced the wheel again, his gaze on the road but somehow also miles away.

“You escaped in the confusion?” he prompted.

Virgil shrugged. “Yeah. I hitchhiked to upstate New York and met old Betsy in a bar.” He smiled at the memory. “She introduced me to her Faire buddies and the rest was history.”

“And you were with them for two years?”

Virgil frowned.

“Yeah. What’s with the twenty questions?”

They’d reached the apartment lot; Logan turned off the car.

“Shelley and the Youngstown Grimms were wise to send you to me,” he said cryptically as they got out and opened the back hatch. It felt like the half-faery was changing the subject, though Virgil couldn’t say why.

“You know, before I left, Shelley told me that you asked for me.” Virgil narrowed his eyes. “When they told you my situation, they said you wanted me to come.”

Logan wore an unidentifiable expression as he hefted Nic’s crate from the back. Virgil moved to help. The shared burden made it easy for the half-faery to not meet Virgil’s gaze as they moved upstairs, Nic following placidly at their heels.

“I wanted you to come because I am in a unique position to keep you safe,” Logan allowed at last, adjusting his glasses with one hand. “Both because of my heritage, and because Florida is such a long distance from your previous life.”

Virgil liked to think he had an excellent trollshit detector, mostly because his Fae master had been, among other things, a master liar. Body language, tics, tone of voice. Everyone had tells, even stoic half-faeries with extraordinary control over their facial expressions.

Logan was not lying…but he was definitely fae-dancing around something.

“If we are able to keep you out of sight long enough,” Logan went on, “it is possible that he will give up looking. As much as faeries love the chase, a single human thrall is, for better or for worse, simply not worth their time in the end.”

Unless that thrall was a fetch-maker.

Virgil swallowed hard. Well, if Logan wasn’t going to share his secret, Virgil sure as hell wasn’t revealing his own.

“So you’re saying I’m not worth their time?” he quipped instead, attempting to lighten the mood as they reached the top of the stairs. “Now I’m not sure whether to be relieved or insulted.”

Logan cocked his head. “I…had meant the words to be comforting. Did they not come across as such?”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“How are you that literal? I was kidding.”

“Oh.” Logan frowned, shifting the crate to adjust his glasses again. “My colleagues tell me I am, in their words, ‘spectacularly’ inept at detecting sarcasm.”

Virgil swallowed a smirk. No shit, Sherlock.

“You’re gonna have a hard time with me, then.”

“Well, surely with sufficient communication we will…” Logan trailed off, and narrowed his eyes. “Ah. That was another joke.”

“You’re learning.” Virgil made a finger gun with one hand, prompting an answering eye roll.

Logan fished out his keys and the two guided the crate into the apartment. Nic bounded down the hallway and into Logan’s room; a smiling, irate Logan on his heels, grumbling that he’d better stay off the bed.

For a moment, Virgil breathed in the pleasant scent of the apartment, and listened to the soft sounds of Remy snoring in his cabinet, and allowed something like hope to lighten his heart.

He missed Ohio, but…this really wasn’t so bad.

“Oh for goodness sakes, really Nic?” Logan’s irritated voice drifted into the living room, followed by the man himself, holding a mangled stuffed animal. “That dog, I swear. Every time I have to leave him in another’s care, he destroys at least one of his toys.”

He made to toss the toy in the garbage, but Virgil scurried forward to stop him.

“Hang on, let me see,” he murmured, taking the toy and turning it over in his hands. It was a stuffed lion, chubby and smiling, with a squeaker in its belly. Stuffing was poking out of several messy rips, and the head was dangling by a mere thread.

“Yeah, I can definitely fix this. Do you have needle and thread?”

Logan nodded and went back into his bedroom, which Virgil barely noticed as he pressed fluff back inside and located all the busted stitches with practiced fingers. Logan reappeared with a sewing kit.

Virgil settled on the couch with the toy.

For a time the world faded; there was only cotton, yielding under his fingers; ragged edges folded and hidden; slick metal needle parting cloth and perfect stitches pulled tight. The satisfaction of tying the last knot and examining the body, ready to breathe life into its flowery heart and flaccid limbs, hear its first cries…

Virgil pulled out of the memory with a gasp, hand closing reflexively around the repaired lion, making it squeak. Slowly his surroundings filtered back in, easing the panicky tightness in his chest: couch, counter, front door, Remy’s cabinet. He was safe and out of Arcadia, out of Arcadia, and Deceit does not know where I am.

Logan sat in the chair opposite the couch, eating a sandwich and watching Virgil. A plate piled with more sandwiches sat on the coffee table between them.

How did he have time to make all those? How…how long has he been watching me?

Virgil flexed his sore right hand, trying to look casual but borderline freaking out on the inside.

He could have seen everything, I was seconds away from bringing that stuffed animal to life because it’s been so long and I got caught up, he’s gonna know what my power really is…

“Um, I think I’m done,” he muttered, gripping the lion and making it squeak again. An answering bark from the back bedroom made Virgil startle.

“May I?” Logan asked, holding his hand out for the toy.

Virgil held his breath as Logan pulled at the stitching, tugged at the head, waiting for the half-faery to call out how weird he’d just acted. But Logan only nodded.

“Excellent. This is one of Nic’s favorites; I know he will appreciate having it back in one piece.”

He stood and flashed Virgil a half smile, one that made his pulse race.

“Eat, I made plenty,” Logan added, gesturing at the plate and then disappearing into his bedroom.

Virgil let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and ran shaking hands through his hair. The fading tightness in his lungs shifted into dull, stabbing pinpricks, making him hiss softly. It felt like thorns, choking his heart, brushing his ribcage with every movement.

The needle he still held in his fingers swelled and burst into flower: a single bunch of tiny purple blossoms framed by soft emerald leaves. Virgil bit his lip hard, tasting blood.

Lilac.

No, no, no, I had my power under control, I swore never again…he clenched his fists hard, crushing the delicate flower stalk, nails imprinting on his palms. Virgil focused on that pain, determined to push the dangerous feelings down, focused on his breathing, in for four, hold for seven, out for eight, come on, Virgil…

The stabbing ebbed and he drew a deep, unsteady breath.

I’m safe here.

I’m safe.

And I can’t ever tell Logan what I was.

Purple lilac: first emotions of love

#sanders sides fanfiction #ts fanfic #virgil sanders #ts virgil #fae #logan sanders #ts logan #sanders sides #mahoganyandteakwood

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thecosmicsen · 4 years ago

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inspired by the lovely @shesin

The concrete jungle fills up with its hustle and bustle of the dreary evening rush hour commute of yawning sluggish salespeople and popping joints released from the stiffening day’s of work. A slew of monotone suits with interjections of the more vibrant hues spill out onto the streets as people begin to ringing up friends and family for after-hours appeasement. In the middle of the tuckered jostling crowd stands a boy named Ahn Jaewoo who believes he also has a job of utmost reverence. Although his apparition nature doesn’t subject him to the lows of crippling exhaustion and physical fatigue that wears out his joints, who is to say he still cannot get overtaxed by the duties of his job. Skipping the fact that his innate guilt ties him down to his serious commitment of atonement, there are often times where he yearns nothing more than to flop down on a couch and simply bury himself in another blanket nest to block out the entire world and its realities. So many things to do and such little time in a sleepless afterlife.

Trudging in his boots through the swarm of majorly haggard faces, the lethargic tempo of the people around him also begin to rub off on him. Lacking a sixth sense to detect actual auras and the inability to sniff out the supernatural does not interfere with his natural ingrained perceptions. He’s worn out. The hood of his jacket is tugged up so he can avoid bumping into any supernatural entity he had the courtesy of pissing off recently since the last thing he desires is getting into another catfight with baby demons who have no sense of control whatsoever. With a soft sigh, he glances up at the darkening horizon and how the last shreds of golden peach plumage melds with the twilight zone of the sky until a buzzing notification nabs his attention.

Pocketing his phone out, he glimpses at the screen to squint at the time and the message preview that lights up his phone. Excitedly following the instructions, the pace of his steps quicken as he seamlessly weaves his way throughout the flow of people until he arrives to the given junction. By now, the night has fanned out fully to the twilight hours which is reaffirmed by the warm golden hues of the ambient store’s indoor lighting and flashy outdoor neon signs. More and more throngs of workers liven up the centre space with the traffic light signals animatedly blinking in the brightening up hubbub. The air is gradually growing thick with the boisterous rift of the younger crowds making their way out for dinner and drinks. But the city and all its noises contribute to the background noise that the ghost is never truly alone even if he may barely be acknowledged by the crowds in a hurry to get to their destinations. Although there are plenty of women who give him an appreciative gaze and a few who make a move to get his number, he simply moves on with a polite smile before making his way down the streets.

And there she is. Parallel to the street he is packed in. Simply one traffic crossing away. Since she is taller than most, he can easily discern her from the moving blurs of colours. She is slightly further down the street but he likes to call it their lover’s telepathy and soulmate connection as to how he could effortlessly sense out her aura straight away in the cramming street. Then again, she has the most compelling charismatic force that also gets all heads turning in her direction as she simply lounges at the street’s corner with a gorgeous cat-like smile resting on her painted pout. Staring down at her phone, probably furiously playing Angry Birds, it’s the most basic things about her that drives his stomach wild with the butterflies. For instance, the imperceptible angle that her hip juts out at as she rests on the same spot from the way how her deviant expression never fails to radiate her face with the most alluring force. Yet irrespective of all her sultry demonic details, the moment he rests his eyes on her, an actual golden halo rays warm up her background to swathe her in the purest angelic light. Because that is what she is, his most angelic demon vampire girlfriend.

An immediate bright smile tugs his lips into a lit-up toothy grin as he cups his hands around his mouth as he stops exactly parallel to her. “Inés!” he joyfully yells out as her name comes naturally to him. The first acknowledgement of her outstanding individual identity. The woman who knows herself and her priorities better than anyone else. The woman who always carries the most nonchalant air of unadulterated true self-assurance. The vampire who relishes manipulated chaos but who also has the ability to envelop him in the lulling comfort of love. It’s as if fields of lilacs and roses blossomed up behind her that drapes their surroundings with the perfume of honeyed adoration as chirpy chimes of bells ring in the background announce the fresh spring arrival of his love. And just like a doe emerging into the fresh meadows of sweetened spruced flowers, he eagerly bounces around in the same spot in impatience of spotting the one woman he elevates to a goddess-tier like the aura that surrounds her commanding presence.

When she glances up away from her phone at the sound of his loud calling, he begins to wave both his arms frantically after tugging down his hoodie so she can see his face and how ecstatically jubilant he is to see the love of his life again. “Baby!” he calls out again with a pout now which swiftly dissipates to a mischievous look when he gives her finger hearts which he then blows kisses at her direction above all the speeding cars. The two both burst into a fit of delighted giddy giggles when she humours him by pretending to catch all the hearts which she “eats” up with her tapered canines that are always accentuated by her daring tongue. Just these mere seconds of interaction has his body oozing with the warmth of her jacket that he is all snuggled up in which she adoringly provided to him. His feet are naturally drawn to seek out a path that will immediately get him to her side so he elatedly skips over to the nearest pedestrian signal.

With the whole world glowing up with refreshed rosy lens that bathes the concrete jungle with its drab businesspeople and neon signs in a candied light of romantic corals, he cannot swallow down the bubbly sense of pure rapture to see his love once again. As soon as the green man is illuminated, he is exultantly darting across the street so he can forge his path to her once again. The deep-running love he has for her has the incessant pounding of his heart that is devoid of any movement thrumming alive with captivated emotions has him always incredibly overjoyed to have her within reach once again. Simultaneously, they both reach their arms out to embrace each other with first their fingers tightly intertwining before firmly wrapping around each other’s waists. Comfortably nuzzling against each other, he swoops in for the smacking kiss first before leaning back to smile sweetly at her. “Hi baby, I missed you so much. Did you wait long for me?”

Delicately brushing his bangs out of his eyes, she beams back at him which never fails to get his dead heart somersaulting and stomach alight with jittery love. Cupping his face in her palm, she slyly yet somehow angelically smiles out, “Hey angel, how will you make it up to me if you did?”

Basking in all her radiating warmth, he leans against her frame as he tightly hugs her with his gaze never leaving hers. Whenever he is safely nestled in her arms like this, all the years and years of paralysing fear and burdening choking guilt is completely forgotten as the weight off his shoulders is instantly lifted. The pout makes it way back to his lips as he pleas his innocence by kissing her lips repeatedly with cheeky delight that takes over. “Like this? Or like this?” lifting her up from the ground, he carefully spins her around in his arms with joyous cackling laughter before setting her back down on the ground for more fleeting devoted kisses square on her lips and then resting his loving mouth on her cheek.

“Be a good boy and you might be forgiven. Now come here in noona’s jacket.”

Needless to say the two would have to be surgically removed from each other the moment Jaewoo waddles in her jacket which she tightly tucks him in with her as the two make their way together as they always have and always will with their infinite love for each other.

#Nas gave me soundtracks & I got inspired right away #this is just me trying to contrast the dullness of his life before Ines #versus after he meets her #literally rose coloured filter #I'm feeling very soft rn omg #* : ✮ ┆ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦 (𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠).#* : ✮ ┆ 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 (𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑠).

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