#beige and brown guest room

[denismilovanovworkshop]

Guest - Bedroom Example of a mid-sized transitional guest carpeted and beige floor bedroom design with gray walls

[punkr0ckkid]

Guest - Bedroom Example of a mid-sized transitional guest carpeted and beige floor bedroom design with gray walls

[wearenotrobots]

Guest - Transitional Bedroom Example of a mid-sized transitional guest carpeted bedroom design with gray walls and no fireplace

[michaelburham]

Miami Bedroom

Inspiration for a mid-sized transitional guest marble floor bedroom remodel with gray walls and no fireplace

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 1: lost pet, meet cute

Masterlist flufftober 🎃

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When Spencer entered his apartment, he was unpleasantly surprised by the mess he found. There was trash strewn across the floor, as if someone had kicked over the garbage can he kept next to the bookshelf. There were some clothes scattered on the floor and also sheets of paper with obvious bite marks, as if someone had chewed on them.

It was ridiculous to think that this was the work of a thief since the valuables were still in their place and there were no signs of forced entry; the window was still ajar, just as he had left it that morning.

Spencer moved cautiously through the apartment, assessing the possibility that this was due to some rodent. The building had hired an exterminator just a month ago, and he feared that the company hadn’t done a good job. He continued to wander, somewhat frustrated at the thought of having to deal with such a problem, and that was when he heard a noise coming from his bedroom, as if something had fallen to the floor.

The man walked in that direction and was even more surprised to see a lump moving beneath the sheets. If what was there was a rat, he swore to God he would buy another mattress if necessary, as he didn’t want to expose himself to the collection of germs that those animals harbored. Fearful, he set his briefcase down beside the bed to approach and discover what it was.

He was taken aback to see that what was writhing peacefully in his sheets was a long, beige little animal instead of the gray furball he had expected.

“A ferret?” he spoke to himself, immediately identifying what kind of mammal it was.

Spencer extended his hand and confirmed that it was a friendly specimen, as it climbed up to his hand to sniff him, making him laugh. While he held it in both hands and petted it, he wondered how it had managed to get into his apartment. He thought it plausible that another kind of intruder might have appeared, but ferrets were hardly common on the streets of DC, let alone sneaking into apartments.

Could it belong to a neighbor? he also thought, considering the possibility that in the morning, when he closed the door, the stowaway had slipped in.

In any case, the best option was to keep it safe until someone showed up to claim it, or, in the worst case, to ask Penelope for help in posting it on social media so that the owner could be found. He just hoped it would be sooner rather than later, as he didn’t feel capable of taking care of an animal of that kind if it proved to be as disastrous as it had shown.

The ferret was docile with him, as Spencer was able to carry it to the living room to keep a closer watch while he prepared to review the papers of a pending case. The little animal ran back and forth, climbed onto the couch, and even used one of his dirty socks as a ball to play.

He had never had pets that required so much attention because it broke his heart to know he couldn’t give them a happy life, knowing that cases sometimes kept him away for weeks in another state and it would feel extremely lonely.

For a long time, while he read here and there, he reflected on his guest. It was a pet that could be considered exotic, and he hadn’t seen one in a long time; the last time he remembered was during a visit to the zoo many years ago that wasn’t worth counting. Its color was, as he had already noticed, beige with brown: the stereotypical image of a ferret. During that reflection, he wondered what the name of the little furry creature running around his apartment was and, above all, to whom it belonged.

Fortunately, the answer didn’t take long to arrive at his door, presenting itself with three soft knocks and the image of a girl soaked in tears through the peephole.

“I’m so sorry to bother you, sir,” he heard, in a sob. It was a young girl, just a few years younger than Spencer, and looked completely desperate. “But I… uh… I’m your upstairs neighbor, and I was wondering if you happen to have seen a ferret around the buildi—Gwin!” you suddenly shouted, which was met with another shout from inside.

The mustelid immediately ran toward you, recognizing its owner, and then you bent down to grab it, happiness reflected all over your face as you showered the pet with kisses.

“Stupid little brat! Here you were. I nearly died when I didn’t see you. I don’t want you to leave the house again, or I’m going to take you to a shelter where you’ll get fleas.”

“In fact, it’s more likely that your ferret would catch fleas from coming into contact with wild animals like hedgehogs; they’re uncommon hosts if they live indoors.”

It was then that you finally noticed the man in front of you: that messy golden hair, his awkward posture, an incomplete formal suit, and a calm smile on his face. He avoided looking at you, perhaps due to nervousness from being unfamiliar with the person in front of him, and you wondered how old he was.

You had been so mesmerized by him that you didn’t realize how uncomfortable the silence had become.

“I’m Spencer, by the way,” he cleared his throat, noticing your lack of response. He thought that the random curious tidbit he had shared might have frightened you, but you smiled widely to reassure him.

“Oh, how rude of me,” you exclaimed, embarrassed. You then told him your name. “I was so excited to have found Gwin that I forgot about courtesy.”

“Is he your pet, I assume?”

“He’s a mischievous little rascal; I was terrified thinking he had escaped. I… left the window open and he went out through the fire escape. I guess that’s how he got to your apartment.”

“Oh! Yes, that’s most likely. I also forgot to close my window.”

“It’s a blessing, otherwise he would have run all over the stairs, and I don’t know where the hell he would be right now,” you expressed sadly, continuing to pamper the animal in your arms. “I’m sorry for the trouble, Mr. Spencer.”

“Just call me Spencer; otherwise, I feel old,” he complained, half-smiling. “You can’t be more than one or two years younger than me.”

“I’m in college; I just moved because I need more space,” you replied, trying to justify yourself. “Are you in college?”

“No, I work in a government agency. I was very young when I graduated”

“Are you some kind of child prodigy?”

Spencer laughed at her question.

“Something like that.”

The two of you looked at each other for a moment, smiling, trying to remember all the possible characteristics of the strange presence. It was a somewhat hypnotic moment, to a certain extent, interrupted by the pet squirming in your hands trying to climb onto your shoulder.

“I think I should go. I promise to take better care of my love; he won’t cause any more trouble.”

“It was no trouble at all. He’s very cute, in fact.”

“He’s my best friend in the world; he has kept me company since I started college, haven’t you?” you exclaimed cheerfully, kissing the animal again, who squeaked contentedly. “I always wanted pets, but I could never have them; I’m allergic to fur.”

“And ferrets are hypoallergenic animals, right?” he hastily said, wanting to impress you with this. Although, of course, you already knew that.

“What a clever man,” you replied playfully, perhaps even a bit flirtatiously. You had a pair of eyes, and your neighbor was very handsome. “Gwin, thank this good person for taking care of you.”

You brought the animal closer to him, and as if the ferret really understood, it rubbed against his cheek, causing him to laugh.

“It’s good to know you found him,” was all he replied.

You hesitated for a moment, teetering on your toes, and then let Gwin climb onto your shoulder as he usually did.

“I guess we’ll see each other around, Spencer. Goodnight, and thanks again.”

He waved goodbye with a smile on his sealed lips, and then you started down the hall.

You hoped to run into that man again, and who knows, maybe every once in a while you’d let the ferret loose to have an excuse.

[honeylullaby]

“I have waited for the day.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by sweet @megangovier 🫶🏽 Distraught from your very recent breakup, you seek solace in the only person you can trust…

18+ FANFIC / A gorgeous mixture of soft & vague smut. Short Work. Reader character aged 21. Hope you enjoy! 🩷

Rapping violently against the door of Penscombe Court, mascara flowing down your cheeks like inky waterfalls, you sniffle and fiddle with the tips of your fingers anxiously. It was a beautiful Spring day, the mellow sunlight cast a golden glow across Penscombe Court and the magnificent weeping willow tree in the driveway swayed fantastically in the gentle breeze. However, it was hard to appreciate the springtime beauty through glassy eyes. Barking contentedly as he sprints towards you, Blue, Rupert’s lurcher, circled around your feet and wagged his tail. It had been ever such a long time since you have seen him, but you were overjoyed that he recognised you. “Hello, my darling. Oh, how I’ve missed you. Where on Earth is your Dad?” You sniffled, bending down to stroke his back softly.

The front door slowly creaked open to reveal the man you had so desperately missed, wearing only a pair of beige tweed trousers and a vile brown leather belt, reading a copy of Tess of the d’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy. “Dear God, what on Earth’s the matter, angel?” Rupert questioned you upon seeing the distraught expression painted across your face. “Can I come in?” You ask, pushing your way past him and into the sitting room before he could respond.

“You’re in luck.” Rupert spoke as he rifled through his drinks cabinet, and promptly brandished a large bottle of Gordon’s. Pouring you a disgustingly strong gin & tonic, Rupert collapsed onto the space beside you, resting his book down gently on the coffee table and lighting you both a cigarette. You accept it graciously and take a long drag, dazzling emerald eyes piercing through the thick cloud of smoke. “Fucking prick. I don’t know how I put up with him for so long. After everything I dealt with, he finishes me?” You scoff and watch as Blue carefully pads into the room, curling over your feet. “I have waited for the day. If anything, I’m glad that rotter finished with you, you were much too marvellous for him. At least he will leave you alone.” Rupert tuts, biting his bottom lip exasperatedly.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” You paused for a moment, “It’s working, carry on.” Your words were accompanied with a congested giggle. That sound is heavenly, Rupert thought to himself as his pique expression softened. “I really don’t think I can bare to be alone tonight. Do you mind if I crash here? Just for one night.” You muttered under your breath as you picked at a small hole in your tights, gaping it and creating a ladder that tore from your thigh to your kneecap. “Of course you can, if you allow me to rip your tights someplace else.” Rupert teased, slugging back his gin & tonic and promptly pouring you both another.

His suggestive comment made your knees tremble with a feeling unfamiliar to you — why was Rupert making you feel so weakened? “Do you mind if Blue stays with me in the guest room?” You question, leaning down to give the darling lurcher a pat. “You needn’t. If you’re feeling particularly lonely after your breakup, you should stay in my room. I’ll keep you company.” His eyes narrowly enticingly as he spoke. The awful, lustful burning in your loins made you feel terribly reprehensible. You had been single for, you pause to check your watch, two hours — and already had a overpowering desire to remove that brown leather belt of his.

Taking a swig of what was your third gin & tonic, you recognised that spectacular dizzying feeling, your mind thick with gin and terrible ideas. By now, the sunset was flourishing in majestic washes of rose pink, striking amethyst and breathtaking paprika-orange. “Care to take this outside?” Rupert asked, lifting the bottle of gin from the table and sliding open the glass doors. With a small nod of your head, you follow him and take a seat at the bench just outside the door.

As to be expected, Blue bounded into the garden after you both, rolling on his back across the dew-coated grass. A small, joyful giggle left your lips, which coaxed Rupert to flare up at you again, rubbing his tongue over his lips. “I might join you there, Blue.” You mumble, now laying on your back as the silver dog collapsed onto your chest. My God, she’s beautiful, Rupert thought to himself. “Your ladder is getting worse.” He chuckled, leaning down beside you and placing his finger through the ladder, pulling at it slightly. “Inside, Blue.” Rupert points towards the sitting room in a firm manner, and Blue immediately complied.

His tender caress of your leg made your lip wobble in desire, and he basked in every moment of it. “Rupert…” You whispered, gazing up at him with innocent, glittering eyes. “Angel. I need you.” Rupert mumbled softly in response, but your lips were crashing together lustfully before the final word could leave his mouth. “I must have you.” You fretted, and raised yourself onto your elbows, fiddling with his belt and throwing it to the ground. “Are you terribly sure?” The man spoke eloquently, but you hiked your dress to your belly and nodded your head. Gripping your tights on either side of your thighs, he tore them from you with a resounding rippp, exhorted by the sound of your maniacal giggles. “Angel. Whilst it’s turning me on awfully to tear these tights from you, I must tell you something.” He faltered, and lay back down beside you. “What? It’s not something bad, is it?” You whisper carefully into the air.

“No, no, not at all.” Rupert reaffirmed. “But it’s something you must know. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so strongly about someone before. You interrupt my every thought.” And just like that, everything was in slow motion. It was like every birthday and Christmas combined into one lovesick jumble. “I’m terrified to say that I think I love you.” You replied, and every trouble and doubt melted away.

[tango-but-everywhere]

they have enough budget to make him real today!! one day only

imp and skizz podcast episode 105

[ID: an image taken in the imp and skizz podcast guest room. tango is sitting on a brown armchair, while impulse and skizz are on a grey or beige couch together. tango and skizz are turned toward and looking at impulse who is in the middle. they all have microphones and there’s audio equipment on the wooden coffee table between them. end ID]

[3archangelsaints]

I'm actually dying and living for the idea that Simon Riley is such a hard worker for you. Being a soldier doesn't pay much, but considering how frugal he is, and how often he's overseas, he has money. Not rich, but with your income too, you could have what you wanted. You wanted to move to have a house, garden and all. Massive house. A few dogs. Marriage. He'd let you decorate how you wanted but he kept you in check, knowing sometimes you got overwhelmed with choices.

Luckily, his squad mates, who'd become family to you were there to be useful, who'd helped reduce renovation prices, ironically Price was in charge of delegation and keeping to the budget. The house was furnished and then painted. It was painted within a week, a light beige and brown undertones, you strictly stated no pure white as you said it was depressing. Clinical. Not homey. They all agreed.

Soon you were on Simon's shoulders, wrapping yellow led lights around the roof cover on the deck leading to the massive garden. Gaz and Soap were in charge of the music. You loved having everyone around for renovations because it made it an experience, made memories.

Price was finishing up on the phone to someone, someone you didn't know but it wasn't out of the ordinary. They were going to go on a mission soon. You paused and then you smiled. Feeling content.

After everything was done, you'd sat down and had takeout with everyone. And then there was a knock on the door, your head turning.

Price is up and at the door, in comes Laswell. Kate. Holding a drycleaning bag and you see your siblings and parents and friends walk in. You look confused. Dropping the food to greet then. Bewildered.

Then your niece snatches some food from your plate so you hug her from behind and lift her up as she laughs and pushes you off, complaining she's too mature.

And next thing you know Simon is on his knees. Handing you a simple band. "Will you marry me?" He knows its a yes, but he knows you'd love the on one knee thing, technically, he'd proposed with a promise ring, so he knew.

Next thing you know, you're being pushed into your room, into a wedding gown you'd shown Gaz and Soap one time when Simon had been deployed on a solo mission. You get married at the courthouse and had an intimate celebration in the garden at dark.

It was everything you wanted. Giggles and laughter as Simon's eyes never leave you, watching you keenly as you giggle and cheer in celebration. It's a shame he'd gotten married in his gear, but he was being deployed and had to leave by 5 am, they all did. You loved it. It was part of him, gear and all and his seargents and captain. And Kate. Bless her.

And soon you were saying bye to them all, Simon kissed you and then they were gone. Out the door and he took your heart with him. Kate came up and hugged you. She was like a mum to you. You hugged her back tightly, and she helped you set up sleeping situations for your friends and family. There were 2 guest bedrooms and a study, and the attic had space enough for all your friends.

Laswell helped you out the dress and take off your makeup, she'd undid your hair, brushing it for you and it was soothing. Like a kid being cared for. You went to bed in shorts and an old hoodie of Simon's. Laswell cuddled you to sleep, you didn't want to be alone and she knew that.

She saw the wound in your heart as they left. She was packing the open wound with gauze, it was painful, but right now, her doting was stopping the bleed.

I should actually do a long fanfic or even series of this cause I love the idea.

[im-yn-suckers]

could you pls do nikixfem reader with 32a bra size? sfw, ofc!! likes shes insecure, but niki absolutely loves them!!!

wait, this is actually like nawww not my exact size dude too

warnings-bras, kissing, BOOBS, (im straight iswear) hugs, not fully nude but nude? ig, lmk what else

you were walking around the mall with your boyfriend. walking past victorias secret you, stopped. "wait! i need a new bra" tired of your cappuccino-colored bra with frayed edges, you were going to treat yourself with a new one you saw online, a super cute beige-cream colored one with strawberries printed on it.(i actually wish they had one like this ive never seen one)

you walked to the aisle with the strawberry bras and frantically checked for your size, "babe, its kind just a bra" "no, its not 'kind of just a bra' its super cute and have you seen the brown one, big no-no''

you were unpleasantly surprised to find that that there were non of the bras in your size. oh well, time to go home, with the same old cappuccino colored bra with the frayed edges.

you were changing into pajamas (nikis t shirt and sweats) in his room. now, the two of you were comfortable with anything, and literally anything.you twi moved in together and tonight, you were going to have a pj party!

looking at yourself in the mirror, you saw a body. with a pair of oversized, grey sweatpants, a cappuccino colored bra with frayed edges, and a long face.

cupping your breasts, you look down at them. 'why arent i at least a b cup? thats so pathetic.' you thought to yourself as you kept staring down at your chest. suddenly, you felt hair on your neck, skin against your back and cold metal near your bellybutton.

his silver rings sending shivers down your spine, meet your warm skin. 'whats the matter baby, why the long face?'

'nothing, just looking at how the pants fit'

'in just a bra, with your hands on your boobs? i dont think so. are you alright, youve been like this since we left victorias secret'

'im sure, just disappointed.' at this point you were turned around, with your arms around his bare neck

'm'kay, just checking' he pecked your lips holding your waist.

'come on, lets go to the living room.' he seemed rather eager to get to the living room

'i dont have a shirt on'

'and? its our house, no guests tonight. alright, tell you what, we can wear matching sweat and neither of us will wear a shirt'

'alright' you laughed and headed to the living room, without a shirt

a movie , two spilled drinks, one dropped cupcake and approximately 35 kisses later, he pulls out a small box from the corner closest to him.

'hey, i got you something' you open the gift with a smile on your face.

you smile and feel tears gather in your eyes. before you pull out the gift, he pulls you into a hug. you break the hug and laugh. 'where'd you find these'

'bought it online, i knew you'd like it.' 'thank you' 'now, you wont have to wear this one, i know you hate it. thats not why you were looking to the mirror though'

you avoided eye contact very awkwardly. no words were exchanged, only hugs. no words were needed

many movies later, there were two sleeping potatoes on the couch and netflix asking if you were still watching. no you werent, how were the potatoes sleeping, ask you may, definitely not with niki sleeping on your boobs. nope, not it.

no bc why is it actually o hard to find bras in my size

[justanothergoldfish]

Greg Lestrade x reader

Handsome stranger

pt. 1 pt.2 pt. 3

warnings: mentions of alcohol/drinking

word count: 950

A/N: this plays during the events of the episode 'Hounds of Baskerville'.

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It was a rather slow afternoon, all the guests had settled in this morning. You checked the guest book and there were no more reservations booked for today. Since most guests were currently out with Fletcher, the guide for the Hound of Baskerville Tour, it was finally calming down in the “Cross Keys” hotel and bar. There was finally time to refill the ale and the fridge for the sodas. 

This entire story about this monster had brought in a lot of customers in the last month, which is why you were helping Gary, the owner and a family friend, out. He'd asked you to work for him part time so he had more time for management and the paperwork.

Billy stuck his head out from the kitchen and gave you an exhausted look. “You alright up front? We're busy prepping dinner back here, but if you need help just call, okay?” the ginger haired boy panted, wiping his hands on a towel. You just chuckled and nodded along, it was adorable how the staff was still treating you like a raw egg. 

“I'm fine, don't worry. Not my first time being a waitress” you smiled, patting his shoulder before he looked up to the bar. “Ah, customer.” he said, quickly nudging to the door as he retreated to the kitchen. 

You turned around to see a middle aged man with ashy gray hair and a beige, loose jacket. He wore a black button shirt and anthracite pants, on his face a black pair of sunglasses. 

Yeah, definitely a foreigner. 

You tightened your apron as you walked up to the bar, supporting yourself on the edge of the surface with both hands. 

“Hi, welcome to the Cross Keys.” you smiled as he looked around, hands buried in his pockets. 

“Mmh, nice cozy place, innit?” 

Ah, so he's from London. 

“Most definitely, Sir. Away from all the city trouble, it's pure heaven.” You smiled at him and he took off his shades, letting his eyes get used to the light in the room. 

Once they had adapted, he looked directly at you. Big mistake. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of chocolate brown, practically making you melt away at first sight.

No, get it out of your head. He's way too old and probably married.

“You don't happen to have any single rooms available for tonight, do you?” He asked, putting his hands back into his pockets. 

Or maybe not married. 

You pretended to check the bookings, chewing on your lip as you tried your best to look very focused in order not to smile. Despite his age, he was definitely a sight for sore eyes. 

As soon as you had yourself back together, you nodded and looked back up at the man. 

“Actually, we do. That'll be 120£, breakfast is already included and served in the dining room from 7.30 to 9.30 in the morning.” 

The man nodded and pulled out his wallet, “Sounds good. I'll take it.” he says, his voice dropping lower than before. It distracted you to the point you almost gave him the key without having him pay, hadn't he already reached out the money to you. 

“Oh, and your ID please.” you added, taking the money and putting it into the cash register. 

“Sure, one second.” He pulled out the card and placed it on the counter, shoving it over to you. As you took it, you quickly read through his information, calculating in your head. 

So he's 49, damn, from London. 1,80m tall… Gregory Lestrade… handsome man, handsome name. 

Gregory Lestrade. 

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts and cleared your throat, writing down his personal information into the guest book and handing the card back to him. 

“The rooms are upstairs, around the corner on the left.” you said, taking some of the already polished glasses and one by one wiping them down again, just to look busy and to have an excuse to stay up front for a while longer.

“Came to see the creature?” you grinned, and Lestrade seemed to be in thought for a moment. He took the key with the room number and his ID from the counter. 

“Sort of…” he grins to himself, leaning against the bar, hoping to catch a glimpse into the guest book. 

“I'm actually looking for.. uhm, a friend.”

You raised an eyebrow, wiping down another glass. “Oh, a woman?”

Lestrade can't help but huff. He shakes his head as he wets his lips, “Tall man with dark curly hair, probably wore a dark coat, collar turned up for the dramatic effect. Occasionally acts like a drama queen though.” 

Yeah, that rang a bell. 

“With his shorter boyfriend?”

Lestrade took a seat on a barstool, snorting at your confident words. He tries his best not to grin and laugh out loud. 

“Yeah, his, er… boyfriend.” He mumbles in amusement. “So they are here, good. Listen, I'll bring my bag to my room and I'll be right back for a drink. I'll probably need it.”

You put the glass down and tucked the cloth back into the belt of your apron. 

“Great idea. I've just opened a brand new keg of Guinness if you're interested? I'll be here if you need anything else, Mr. Lestrade.” you smile sweetly, taking his appearance in once again. 

Lestrade turned his head back to you as he walked to the door with an amused grin. “Guinness sounds wonderful, and you can just call me Greg, love.” 

Watching him go, you just stood there behind the bar, staring and smiling in awe like a dork. 

Greg Lestrade.

What a handsome stranger...

[psycheetamore]

Preparing for a Giedi Prime Party - Kinktober

Nr 1 / 3 of my little contribution to @lady-phasma's guidance for Kinktober/Fangtober for day 3 (ejaculation)

Tags: MDNI, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen Is His Own Warning, explicit smut, Feyd-Rautha is phyiscially imposing, teasing, vaginal everything (f in v, t in v, p in v), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, power dynamics, domination (m), implied non-consensual drug use, dubious consent, spoilers, and of course: ejaculation - the author regrets nothing

Summary: Feyd-Rautha has been enraptured by the fearless Fremen leader (f) while fighting on Arrakis. After she decided not to kill him, he has managed to capture her as he decided to make her his. After some initial struggles on both sides (as he understands she will never truly become his if he forces her), she is starting to be more comfortable in his presence, and is rising in Giedi Prime ranks. He is set on unlocking parts of her she did not know existed, and showing her everything (... this is as suggestive as you can interpret it - see the tags) his planet has to offer. This section shows part of their journey (again: meant in the most suggestive way possible - tags).

Word count: 2.1k

Based on chapter 17 of Choosing to Follow Destiny, Pre-Party Excitement:

After she came back from yet another day studying, she found a gift in her chambers: a beautifully crafted box, covered with dark leather, holding a pair of well-balanced daggers. Brown handles with beige veins to her surprise, almost as if he knew.

They fit her hands perfectly. It contained a handwritten note: “Dearest, I promised to have you experience all that Giedi Prime has to offer. Tonight, you are invited to attend a small get-together as my esteemed guest. You will receive appropriate attire. Please ensure you take this gift wherever you go, as I trust you will keep yourself well. FR”

After she read the note, trolleys were brought in by her servant girls bringing the attire mentioned.

One of her servants explained that the small get-together referred to, was actually an annual fête organised by the na-Baron. With only in-crowd present, invites were heavily coveted and a token of benevolence from leadership bestowed upon one. As dictated by Harkonnen culture, also this fête would erupt into pandemonium, a drug laced orgy that claimed lives every year. The girls have not witnessed it before, and spoke based on gossip only. It was stressed that receiving an invite, and especially as the guest of the na-Baron himself, was a special honour. This was the one party to attend, organised by the Harkonnen playboy himself.

She considered that this was perhaps one of the parties mentioned during a seemingly boring meeting she was dragged into.

The other servant offered her a piece of candy, explaining it was tradition to eat this before attending the event. With thoughts of caution, she ate it.

[…]

The attire consisted of a black overlay skirt to be hanged on her hips, a white see through wrapped blouse consisting of two parts starting from her neck and to be wrapped over her breasts, leaving her mid-rift exposed, an a-symmetrical harness to hold her new daggers to her sides, a fire red silk cape that touched the ground, closed black heels with straps to cover the calve, a broad black leather choker with a metal ring at the front, two wrist and two ankle bands identical to the choker, an eye covering mask made of black feathers and black lace underwear. Not the typical outfit she was used to, and she could only imagine what he was planning.

The girls started working on her hair. The typical low braid was removed. Her flowy black hair was put in a tight high bun and braided.

While she started to remove her clothes to settle in this new outfit, Feyd-Rautha entered the room. He was already dressed in his outfit for the night.

He wore clothing made of a thin, flowy and black fabric, covering his entire body. A wide shirt that was tucked into high wasted trousers, that seemed to be tied together by a broad belt of the same material also holding his ceremonial daggers. The broadness of his shoulders and the narrowness of his waist were accentuated. Through the tailoring of the shirt, that was tied together with hidden buttons, it gave the impression that he was even broader than he was. The neck being covered with the fabric tightly tied, nearly up to where the head started. The legs of the pants were wide, while consisting of overlaying parts - they could be mistaken for a skirt. His pants were tucked into black boots. A cape was attached to his shoulders, laced with red fabric on the inside to complement her cape.

After she had taken this sight in, she taunted: “the girls you allocated to me can help me get dressed”, knowing that Feyd-Rautha came in to either witness or participate, and would not remove himself from her room anytime soon.

He smirked and set himself on her couch, making himself comfortable. He raised his finger in the slightest way and pointed to the doors. Within seconds they were gone. “I don't see them here, pet. And someone needs to help you” he said with an intense voice.

She thought he probably expected her to refuse his offer, or try get him out of the room. She wouldn't be giving him that pleasure. As sense of playfulness took hold of her.

She walked over to him, sat on the couch next to him, held her arms up high and said with a high-pitched voice, pouting lips and doe eyes: “please be so kind to remove my breast band, lord Harkonnen. I cannot do this without help.” Although it took him off-guard, he obliged to the mocking request with a muted moan he couldn't prevent from escaping, placing his hands on her hips and gliding them along her flanks to the height of the band. He moved his hands to her back, smelling her scent, pushing his fingers under the band and having them flow over her skin to her breasts. While cupping her breasts, he released his thumbs from under the band and shifted it over her head while having his mouth helping her nipples acclimatise to the newer colder surroundings. His hands slid the band over her arms, holding them straight up while his mouth travelled to her neck.

With her band removed, and noticing how he indulged her in her mocking play, she stood up to stand between his legs, turned around and asked with the same voice and eyes, while looking over her shoulder: “oh, lord Harkonnen, I need your help again. Can you please help me take off my panties? I can’t do this by myself”, while having difficulty in containing her laughter. Despite the wideness of his clothing, his bulge couldn't be hidden anymore. “Woman, you will be my death” he responded with a deep sound, as he grabbed her hips, pushed her to step forwards, fell on his knees and tore this last piece of wardrobe covering her modesty down as far as possible using his teeth. He pushed her to lean over the nearby cabinet, spread her legs as far as possible considering the still present undergarment, and started tasting the source of sweetness to which he had found himself addicted.

This wasn’t entirely how she thought this would have played out, but it was pleasing all the same. Soon, tasting became slurping, as her body decided to prepare her for what it desired to come. She pushed herself towards him as far as her balance allowed her, removing one leg from her underwear to give him better access. The positioning on the cabinet and his support of her legs allowed her to indulge fully. His long tongue entering her repeatedly caused a new sensation, bringing her to newfound heights.

He couldn’t just have his mouth experience the pleasures presented to him. He stood up behind her, while pressing on the small of her back to keep her bend over. Before he could enter, something broader was required. As he uncovered himself, he pushed his fingers in her. As his longing needed to come to an end, it did not take long before she was taking three of his digits. He removed them a few times, to moisture himself. There was only so much this man could watch passively. Once he felt that she was ready to receive him, he removed his wet fingers and pushed himself in her cautiously, noticing she went to stand on her tiptoes to welcome him.

He heard her gasp. They always do. Even if prepared, even if they have encountered him more than once, no-one ever got fully adapted to take the volume of his presence from the very first entry. While her gasp was replaced with moans, and she became more accommodating to him, he started to thrust into her, holding her hips to exert more force in the process.

Considering this must be a dream again, as this was completely out of character for her, she decided to see how it would play out if she would vocalise her inner thoughts: “lord Harkonnen, you are peerless. My god” while throwing her arm back, and driving her nails in in whatever pale flesh she could grab.

“Don’t refer to me as lord while I fuck you. Use my name. You know better” he said punishing, pushing her legs further apart and pushing his fingers deeper into her flesh.

“Whatever pleases you, lord Harkonnen” she responded playfully, as if she was drunk. He responded less playfully, pulling her deeper onto him and grabbing her throat with one hand: “I don’t like to repeat myself, pet” he growled near her ear. She was contemplating yet another sassy response, but his continuous thrusts prevented her from responding in any other way than moaning in his ear. She wanted to have her upper body fall on the commode, but could not as he continued to hold her. In that position she could not do anything else than come again, completely under his spell.

After he felt that she had road out that wave, he removed himself, turned her around and picked her up to put her on the cabinet. As she sat before him with her legs wide open, placing a finger in her mouth and covering herself with her other hand – more to recover than anything else, he tried prying his trousers off. “Don’t do that. Don’t block my view darling” he growled, as he wouldn’t have this appetising sight be taken from him.

But she did not listen. His clothing wasn’t coming off quick enough and he needed to enforce his ignored instruction. No other options was left than to use his hand to push hers away and allow his fingers to explore the environment that had grown even moister since they deserted this dessert. With his other hand he continued to struggle until his pants lay on his feet.

Entering her again, he needily moaned: “you feel so good, your pussy fits so well over my cock, it longs to hold me” as he let one of his hands wander over the sight in front of him of him entering her, thrusting in her, burying himself in her. Seeing himself claiming her, a deadly woman, reduced to a girl, his girl. Feeling himself while his fingers touched where their bodies merged, it was breath-taking. Feeling her quiver around him and pulled apart repeatedly at his touch, it was intoxicating. He knew how to render her helpless, the power he had over her was addictive. He grabbed one of her hands and had her experience the this feeling he knew was new to her. He slid in and out of her with very low speed so she could observe how he was making her his, one push at the time. She spread her legs wider to welcome him deeper, in anticipation if what was to come. Her hair getting undone, breathing rapid and narrow as he felt by touching her chest, there was no need for her to repeat that message. He felt she was ready to die for yet another time.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. His face spoke volumes of the emotions running through him. His jaws clenching together. Eyes rapidly searching. Greed, possession, aggressiveness. His body spoke of passion, a distorted form of gentleness and consideration. Seeing him labouring hard above her, autonomously within his own world, sweat forming on his pale bold body, his blue yet dark eyes, his composure, his clothed physic that exemplified a perfect as a triangle a male torso could achieve to be. His knowledge of the ways of the female body. He was trained in everything. He was allowing her to get to learn her body in ways she never expected were possible. “Fucking hell... Feyd-R...” as her head crashed to back to take in another wave.

He decided this was an excellent moment to join her in her high, to reward her for doing, or at least trying to do, what he had demanded from her. He spilled himself deep in her during his last and deepest push.

+++

After a long moment to recollect themselves, Feyd-Rautha removed himself from her. She wanted to stand up, but he prevented her. While walking away to collect her clothes, he informed her: “I truly came here to help you dress, despite your distractions.” While she was still sitting on the low cupboard, he fitted her new panties designated for the party. Only after these were in place, he helped her back on her feet again and kissed her earlobe: “I want you to smell me the entire night. I want you to feel me the entire night, think about me. I want to smell myself the entire night. That I claimed you, you delicious creature.”

She knew that this was how he showed his affection, in his very own peculiar way.

[gffa]

Sometimes I get defensive about those house decor posts I see going around where people say that the neutral colors/black & white sleek look is "soulless" and they want to bite, kill, rend, and destroy for getting rid of the color in their homes. Setting aside that people should be allowed to do whatever they want in their own homes, let me tell you what "color" means to me: Everything in my life was a different color. Every room had every color crammed into it. Which sounds like, oh, that must have been a pretty rainbow effect! It wasn't, none of these colors were meant to go together, it's a hot pink plastic shoebox set on top of a dark brown folding table holding three wildly different shades of brown hand towels, some cornflower blue notebooks, and orange pens. It's burnt orange shag carpeting in the living room and hallway, with slate blue chairs, and a white tv tray loaded up with bright yellow pill and cornflower blue bottles and pale wood bookshelf next to dark brown folding table next to pine-colored dresser next to medium dark wood nightstand, all of those that fake material with the sticker made to look like wood, not actual wood. It's lime green countertops and dark beige flooring with one faded yellow wall, one off-white wall, and one faded mint green wall. It's a pine wood mimicking kitchen table with gold trim that's a sticker not actual wood, combined with one black rolling chair, one maroon and oak chair (not actual wood), and one gray upholstered chair. It's a robin's egg blue frayed blanket tossed over the red-and-black walker in the corner, which is also loaded up with the dark green and dark blue exercise bands. It's white and beige pieces of paper plopped everywhere. And all of these colors are faded so they're not really even pretty on their own, it's just a mishmash everywhere. All of this together in one house and that's just a fraction of it, it's a constant clashing of colors and, if there was a foot of space against the wall available, it had another dresser, nightstand, or bookshelf shoved into it. I look at some of these colorful homes that people love and I think they're beautiful and I get so much joy out of people in their homes loving their surroundings! But I will never be able to live in that kind of color for myself again without being heartsore about it. I've gone for a neutral palette now that I'm making the design decisions, I'm choosing white walls (admittedly with a little bit of a blue undertone that you only notice when it's picking up other things' colors), black trim, and gray/white/black/brown reclaimed wood flooring. I picked out a gray/white/black comforter to throw over the bed with a black headboard and black + gray pillows. I'm getting some subtle green accents to put in the room, the guest room has been going with a pale yellow theme (to accent the black/white/gray/grown colors), I'm not eschewing color all together, but those bright, overwhelming colors are not what makes my soul sing. Neutral colors are not a soulless choice on my part, it's the first time in my life that I feel like it's finally clean, that I can breathe properly. You could scrub down a room with seafoam and forest green colors and have it so clean you could lick the walls and I would still have to go outside and take a moment to gather myself together if I had to live in it, because for me "color" means messy and I've had an entire lifetime of mess. I love when people put bright orange or bright green on their walls, that rocks and I will come over and genuinely tell you how beautiful it is, because I understand that it makes your soul sing. But understand that, in turn, having sleek, subtle colors makes my soul sing in a way that's just as genuine.

[sleepynxri]

"Come here, you can sit on my lap while I work" 

A/N: Yeah I know it's another one lmao, don't come for me it's 2 am and I'm sleep deprived (hence my name) hehhe

Pairing/s: Wyatt Quinn x gn!reader

Warnings: curses lmao

“What in great heavens happened to your room darling?!"

This is why you should never show your room to Wyatt. The Beige blonde male stood around your little room almost starstrucked seeing the boxes laying around the floor aimlessly.

You expected this would happen considering how a clean freak he is sometimes and the constant……  lines of his added routine to make himself more beautiful.

You defended yourself saying that you didn't expect to be stranded in the middle of a street and arrive at Brine Bay for the summers. You were actually planning to head to your family house but well- you know what happened but you didn't explain it to the man at hand.

At this point you aren't sure if he's fuming red in anger, frustration, embarrassment or all of the above. His hand twitched slightly in annoyance as he took his surroundings for a second and took a deep sigh. 

“Darling…  you told me this before, at which point I'm aware of your situation. But you could have at least cleaned your room even when you knew you had a guest over” Wyatt did have a point.

Your guess was you didn't have to pick up the boxes since you will be temporarily staying in the room for who knows how long. So it's a waste to clean everything when any day or week you could be gone after a phone call from Kai.

A small hum accumulated from your mouth as you started on cleaning up your room to help on Wyatt’s sanity(I heard that darling 💢) 

You pick up the boxes and stack them together in an area where no one can get hurt from it. You opened up your windows (I assume they can?) To let some of the dust flow outside your room and do a mini clean up on your area.

To your surprise, Wyatt curled up his sleeves and helped with the cleaning. Who knew he could clean? You were aware that he had a personal chef so you expected that he had someone to clean his house for him as well. People were right on the phrase “don't judge a book by its cover"

With the help of Wyatt, the cleaning went more smoothly and we're practically finished on doing the mini cleanup on your area.

You pummelled yourself on your bed with an exhausted sigh, relief stretched around your body as you didn't expect the cleaning drained you. Then again you did just finish your shift and met up with Wyatt to head to your hostel room for some “bonding time".

Speaking of the said blonde male… 

Your eyes scanned on where the model was, to your luck your angle was able to see that he sat himself down on your desk chair- is that a laptop?? Where in the fuck did he get that from??

Blinking your eyes in surprise, you manoeuvred your body around to look at him in a better angle. He looked…  enchanting while he works.

His brown eyes locked focus into the dimly bright screen of his laptop, as his glasses were planted on the bridge of his nose. His beige blonde hair was on its normal hairstyle with some of his hair strands drapped around his straight shoulders. 

A leg was crossed over from his thigh as his hands continued typing on the keypads like he was busy with a rushed assignment. You cringed slightly from the memory of the sleepless nights in college with a paper due around 11:59 at night.

You didn't realise you were still staring at the male as Wyatt glanced his eyes towards you with amused brown eyes. You felt the stare as you snapped out from your thoughts immediately. 

“Staring is considered rude darling. But I'll give an exception since it's you of all people who’s staring at me like that" Wyatt gave a small courteous chuckle as his eyes scanned back to the laptop and continued on typing out his work.

A blush creeped into your cheeks as you tried to hide it using a plushie/pillow that you had in your bed. It got worse after hearing another chuckle coming out of Wyatt’s mouth.

A few hours? I think it's been like half an hour since both of you even talked a single thing. The silence was comforting, but you worry that you might be loud sometimes by scrolling around your phone while watching WikWok videos.

You suddenly felt the bed dip beside you as your eyes glanced towards the area and Wyatt was there holding his phone. 

Before you could question what he was doing, he just smirked slightly and gently patted his lap. You looked… . Confused?

“I can see you have a lot in your mind, come sweet thing. Lay on my lap while I continue working." Your eyes widened at this.

Was he- inviting you to lay on his lap? THE Wyatt Quinn is asking you to place your head on his lap??

Before you could protest, he placed a hand around your waist and dragged you over to him.

The position ended up with Wyatt sitting down on the bed with a leg hanging from the edge and you laying down into his lap while your back was facing his chest.

You blushed darkly at this, Wyatt didn't mind the position as he started on typing his phone while using only 1 hand while his other gently caressed your hair.

You were nervous at first but relaxed at some point. The hand on your hair was already enough to make you calm down, as it reminded you of the time of a parental figure you had caressing your head while trying to make you fall asleep.

You smiled slightly as you closed your eyes in bliss. A small sigh of relief could be heard from you as you can feel the tiredness creep around your body.

“Have a nice rest Doll, I'll be here when you wake up”

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

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[jazlynriddle]

Welcome to your life - Pt 3:

It's My Own Design Ch 1:

Summary:

Ominis fought to control his expression, to keep his hands from trembling. Five years. Five years since he'd seen his parents, and this. This was the reason they'd given him the honour of their time? This was the reason they'd sought him out at Hogwarts?

The bitterness welling up within him was thick enough to gag on.

New year, new allies, new responsibilities, new avenues of revenue, and new aspects of their own Ancient Magic to explore. As the Keeper and their partners enter their last year at Hogwarts, it remains to be seen if the new school year will bring with it new problems or adversaries, but they are confident in the strength of their relationship with Sebastian and Ominis. The three of them would endure, no matter what befell them.

And if they were wrong?

What a joke, they would suffer no alternative.

Warnings: Sebastian x MC x Ominis! Drug Addiction! Spoilers! Slow-burn corruption! Dark content! Fucked up 1800s orphanages! MC has no love for Anne or Solomon! Dubious happy ending (it's happy for MC, Seb and Ominis at least).

You can also read on AO3! (chapter specific warnings below)

Notes:

Whoo! Part Three here we go! This prologuey chapter is a, pretty short but hopefully good, opening into the third major arc, and our kids’ last year at Hogwarts! Part One and Two were mostly character building and establishing dynamics. This part Three, is where I'll begin setting up more plot-heavy things for the intense fourth and final major arc. That last arc is gonna be crazy =D (Also, first smut scene is Chapter 4 and it's rather BDSM flavoured)

I will, however, be changing my upload schedule to once every two weeks, because as much as I love writing this, once a week is starting to chafe, especially since I've been writing longer and longer chapters x’)

I've literally been spending every free moment writing, and I miss actually playing games, I haven't even had time to play Tears of the Kingdom despite having it since it launched- TvT

Plus, my beta and beloved boyfriend has been running himself ragged trying to keep up with my pace and I feel really bad about that, so I wanna give him more breathing room-

So, the next upload will be the same day, same time, every second Sat noon PST, just like, skipping one weekend upload. Basically alternating my upload day, hope you don't mind! ><

Now, without further ado, let the curtains rise on our Third Act!

A soft pop echoed through the Elves’ Quarters, as Tibsy appeared in the doorway, just a few metres away from the small wooden desk that Tynx was seated at, logging the resources spent for the day in his report journal.

“Tibsy, how's Master's guests?” Tynx greeted without turning around as the young elf made her way through the room's lower floor, dwarfed by the two large trays of empty cutlery in her arms.

Her small shoes tapped softly against the brown brick floor of the lower half of the room, shuffling past the ladder that led up to the upper portion where their small beds were placed, with curtains that they could draw around the beds for a semblance of privacy. She carefully weaved her way through the space between two small, comfortable beige armchairs and a quaint wooden tea-table, past two cabinets placed against the wall, also made from wood, as well as Tynx's desk, and into the elves’ small sized kitchen.

She then bypassed the short cast iron wood stove, that was placed against the wall and used for cooking as well as warming, along with a long stone counter in the middle of the room that was used both for preparing ingredients as well as serving as their dining table. Before passing another three wood cabinets, one containing kitchen tools, another for storing seasonings, herbs, and spices, and the third for raw ingredients, as well as several wooden barrels of grains and such.

Finally, she stopped by the sink and set down the two trays in the sink with a sigh.

“Tibsy is seeing Brown-hair still coughing blood.” Tibsy replied after a moment, snapping her fingers, and making the soapy sponge begin scrubbing the dirty dishes. “But he is eating the foods Tibsy is bringing him.”

“That's good, Sir Ominis did say he'd continue coughing for a while because he isn't healing the boy regularly.” Tynx nodded absently, rifling through his desk drawer, and withdrawing a sheet of parchment.

He'd been recording the boy's recovery progress over the last month, for the Master's partner, and he quickly jotted down Tibsy's report as she shuffled over to his desk.

“What is it, Tibsy?” Tynx asked after a moment, seeing her shift nervously as she stood silently beside him. “Did one of them try to hurt you again?”

“...no, Tibsy is-” She wrung her hands anxiously. “Tibsy is... being not sure how to feel.”

Tynx set down his quill and turned to sit sideways in his chair, facing her. “About what?”

“Master's guests... lady guest was hurt a lot, and Tibsy knows Black-hair's fingers was being cut for trying to hurt Tibsy... but..." Tibsy trailed off, pausing for a few moments, before continuing. “Is it really okay for Master to be hurting peoples?”

Tynx sighed, now that he thought about it, he supposed it should have been expected. Tibsy's old master was a kindly old lady, she wasn't used to seeing injured humans.

“Tibsy.” Tynx began, raising his hands. “My old master cut off three of my fingers with his carving knife. One for leaving a crease in his shirt, another because his tea was too hot and the third for giving his daughter food while he was punishing her.”

Tynx lowered his hands to his lap solemnly. “Our master is not a nice person, but they are nice to us, they take care of us, and they defend us. They don't hurt us, and they don't make us hurt others. Anything else Master does is not for us to judge.”

Tibsy stared at the gaps between his remaining fingers with wide eyes for a few moments, before nodding silently.

“If it helps, I think these people are Master's guests because they all hurt Master before.” Tynx added and Tibsy's eyes widened. “I don't know if it will always be like that, but we should just be glad it's not us in there.”

“Our master gave us an actual space in their home to live in, rather than something temporary, like an expansion charmed barrel. They gave us the money and freedom to design and decorate our living space to our size and comfort, even before building their own.” Tynx smiled wryly and Tibsy's eyes skimmed over their warm and comfortable home.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Our life here is good, better than with most masters, try to focus on that.”

“...okay.” Tibsy nodded firmly.

Tynx smiled, relieved that she understood, it would hurt if their Master killed her for doing something stupid like trying to free a guest. Their Master was a good master, but not a nice or kind person and he knew from their eyes that they wouldn't hesitate to execute their servants for disloyalty or betrayal.

“Good.” Tynx glanced at the clock on his desk. “Now, you should probably go feed Master's snakes, we'll need to welcome them back from school in a few hours.”

“Oh, yes! Tibsy will go catch small fishys for snakeys!” Tibsy's expression brightened and Tynx nodded approvingly as she bounced to the side, grabbed a bucket from under the sink and popped away.

The young elf did seem to like the job of caring for their Master's pets. Perhaps he'd take over duties directly involving the Master's guests to make things easier for her. Tynx thought to himself as he returned to writing his report, he would need to finish logging everything before their master returned to Feldcroft in the evening.

At least he could report that the foundations were ready to be built upon as they'd hoped. Anything that kept their Master happy and satisfied with them was good.

“Gotcha!” Tibsy exclaimed, snapping her fingers, and levitating a small flopping fish from the clear lake water.

With a swish of her fingers, the fish floated through the air, and was dropped into her water filled bucket. Or, at least that was supposed to happen, but as the fish flailed and thrashed violently, its tail hit the rim of the bucket and the fish propelled itself to the side, landing on the floor outside the bucket instead.

“Oh no, fishy! You're supposed to go into the bucket!” Tibsy shuffled over quickly, trying to scoop the fish from the floor with her hands.

The fish, however, was having none of that, and struggled relentlessly to flop to freedom. Tibsy pursued the slippery thing for a few minutes, grabbing for it repeatedly, until finally she managed to catch the small fish securely in her hands.

“There!” Tibsy gave an exasperated sigh, eyeing the fish critically. “Why'd fishy have to struggle so much?”

As she heard her own words, Tibsy paused. Of course, because the fishy didn't want to die. She stared at the thrashing fish. After all, she was about to feed it to Master's pets. The weight of her own actions, the weekly chore that she hadn't put much thought into before, was suddenly feeling uncomfortable in her hands.

“But... if fishy doesn’t die, Master's snakeys will die.” Tibsy bit her lip, thinking of the cute two-headed snake that she had been taking care of for the last few months.

The funny way they wiggled around and the greeting hisses they'd give her when she visited them in her free time. Sir Ominis was very nice and helped her talk with them a few times and she thought the twins were really sweet, she couldn't imagine making them starve for a fish she didn't know.

If Tibsy could speak with this fishy, maybe Tibsy might choose the fishy over the snakeys.

But that wasn't the case now, was it?

It was the snakes that she cared about more. And so, she would sacrifice the fish for the snakes, consigning the fish to a painful death.

Tibsy dropped the fish into the bucket solemnly. Such a simple yet heavy action, now that she was thinking about it.

As Tibsy collected the bucket and apparated back to the castle's greenhouses, she wondered if her master faced similar decisions.

She wondered if their guests were fishes.

“Welcome home, Master.”

Tibsy followed Tynx's bow, as the Keeper and their partners entered the Feldcroft cottage.

“Tynx, Tibsy.” The Master's voice was even as always, their expression stoic as ever, and Tibsy found herself scrutinising their face as she and Tynx straightened from their bow. “Your report?”

Tibsy stood silently behind Tynx as he began to give his usual report, watching the Keeper curiously, while their partners began to unpack their luggage. The Keeper's expression didn't change as Tynx spoke, summarising the elves’ progress with the castle and the condition of their guests, before handing the Keeper several pages from his journal, which they tucked away in their pocket.

“The two of you can begin preparations for building the castle. Sebastian and I will join you tomorrow to begin work on it if the weather is favourable.” The Keeper instructed, before surprising Tibsy with a small smile. “Well done, both of you.”

“Thank you, Master.” Tynx replied smoothly, bowing once again and Tibsy hastened to follow.

“T- thank yous, Master!” She squeaked, dropping into a bow as well, the Master's words making her feel warm inside.

She was a little surprised that the Keeper had praised her as well, considering that they normally spent more time instructing and discussing with Tynx, since Tynx was more capable, and did all the planning while she just did her best to follow instructions and not break something again. It did mean that she sometimes felt a little lost though.

“Oh, and Tynx, about the bulbs, how much did we get for those?" The Keeper's attention quickly returned to him.

Tynx checked his notes for a moment before replying. “Just enough to cover the cost of the list of tools you specified. The owner of Slug and Jigger's Apothecary paid a total of..."

“Tibsy.” She blinked as the master's blind partner approached her from the side.

“Yes, Sir Ominis?” Tibsy asked, turning to him at attention.

Ominis gave her a kind smile. “I wanted to ask how the girls are doing.”

“Oh, Sir Ominis’ snakeys are doing good! Tibsy fed them a small fishy before coming to greet masters!” She nodded eagerly. “Snakeys have a little bump of food inside now!”

“Thank you, Tibsy.” Ominis smiled, and Tibsy was surprised when he reached a hand forward and petted her softly on the head. “For taking care of them for us.”

His hand was big, warm, and gentle, and Tibsy felt that warmth inside again. Tynx was right, life was good here, with masters that were nice to her and made her feel happy.

All she had to do was follow instructions.

Notes:

The elves in Hogwarts apparently live in barrels with expansion charms on them, I think it's kinda cool and also kinda oof. House elves are apparently preserved food. I feel like Tynx who was disposable with his last master, would value having a real physical space that says “hey, I don't plan on getting rid of you in a disposable expanded garbage bag”.

I also wanted to touch on how, despite me pushing for the whole “hey, Ominis, if you want to change something and have the power to, but tell yourself that you're helpless so you don’t feel guilty for not taking the risk, that's just being wilfully ignorant. I understand that you were genuinely helpless when younger so it's very very understandable to have this issue but you gotta at least try, now that you're not helpless and alone anymore”, which he has been doing, even in the original game, going after Sebastian in the catacombs, even though he gave up halfway, and I love him for trying even though it was hard.

Despite that stance, I also think that, if a person is (or was) genuinely helpless and powerless to change something, if they can’t escape their circumstances, they shouldn't feel shame or guilt, they should just focus on being as happy as possible, recovering and coping.

I hate victim blaming and often people underestimate the sheer amount of strength required to cling to some semblance of sanity under abuse. Victims of abuse are victims because of that strength. Sick freaks target these strong people because the fuckers know these victims won't break under their fist.

So, in Tibsy's situation, where she physically cannot disobey orders due to binding magic, where she can potentially be killed for disloyalty, I believe that she should not feel bad for what the Keeper is doing.

[acommonwhor3]

I don't have a title picked out for this one quite yet. But for right now we are gonna call it Ur Best Friend.

I'm sorry I haven't been active, I've been so busy with school and dance, my life has been hectic. I'm really trying to write again it's just I want to give y'all the best. I want to sit down and actually write something worthy enough for y'all. I really appreciate all the support and love I get from you guys. I hope you enjoy this.

I wrote this within a couple of hours..sooo ntm.

Recommended Songs: Ur Best Friend- Kehlani and Kiana Léde

Translation: sithandwa-sweetheart

Seems like things are better when forbidden... And that's why I hate that..I hate that you ain't your best friend.

“Babe, you ready?” Your boyfriend Josh asked as he walked into your bathroom. “Yeah, I just help with my necklace.” You say as you gesture for him to come over. “You look so good, my love.” He said as he kissed your neck before stopping staring at the necklace. “Who bought you this?” He said as he put it on. “Um…. Shuri did. Riri picked it out for her. Why do you ask?” You said turning around to face him. “It's just a little weird because they’re my best friend and coworkers. He said as he walked toward the kitchen. “Josh....Shuri, Riri, and I have been friends for 6 months now.” You said as you raised your voice. “Honey, I get that, but y’all are always together. Y’all are all over each other all the time. I just don’t think it was very appropriate.” Josh said as he started to grab the keys. “Josh, girls are gonna be touchy, that’s just how we are. I also hang out with them all the time because you never have time. So, are you saying you’re jealous? They're dating each other Josh.” You said annoyed. “No, it's not that it's just- Never mind, we’ll talk about it later. He said as he exited the door. You rolled your eyes as you exited the house.

As your boyfriend drove you started to think about what he said. You can’t deny, you have a slight crush on both of them, but he doesn’t need to know that. The way they carry themselves and the way they treated you, just made you slowly fall for them. I wonder if they’re gonna be there tonight. You thought as your boyfriend pulled up to his coworkers' house. “We’re here, babe.” He said as pulled into their driveway. “Time to put on our fake smiles, and “I’m better than you” demeanors.” You said with air quotes. “Babe!” Josh said while laughing. “I’m just saying josh, they honestly don’t like us. Why did they even invite you?” You said as you exited the car. “No idea, but free food right?” He said with a shrug. You chuckled while knocking on the door.

“Y/N Josh, how are you two?” Josh’s coworkers asked as she answer the door. “Michelle, it’s so pleasant to see you.” You said with a forced smile. I can’t stand you, bitch. You started to take off your shoes as you entered her house. “You have such a lovely house, Michelle. You should invite us over more often.” You said with a smile. “Oh well, I’ll have to plan more parties.” She said while showing where the rest of her guests were. As you walked into the room, your face lit up when you saw Shuri and Riri. They look so good, oh my gosh. Shuri was wearing a blue button-up, and brown pants, with new balances. While Riri was wearing a black crop top with flare arms, white pants, and white Jordans. As you walked over to them, Riri stood up from her girlfriend's lap to hug you. “Y/N honey, you look amazing. She said while hugging you. You wearing a white crop-top wife beater, beige cargo, with brown Jordans. “Thank you, darling.” You say as she pulls away. “Shuri, how are you?” You asked as she stood up. “Why are we acting like we haven’t seen each in months? We saw each other last week.” Shuri said as she pulled into a tight hug. “Oh, shut up.” You said as y’all laughed. “Well the party is about to start, we’re just waiting for everyone to show up.” Michelle said.

*Play Ur Best Friend*

As you dance with your boyfriend, you locked eyes with Riri as she danced with Shuri. She gave you a quick wink before whispering something in her girlfriend's ear. Shuri looked up at you after and smirked. You quickly looked away trying not to make it obvious how nervous they make you. I have a loving boyfriend. Who cares for me, treats me like a queen, and loves me. Stop thinking of them in any other way than friends. You peek back over at them and Riri gestures for you to follow them. “Babe, I’m gonna go get some air for a little.” You said as you turned around to face your boyfriend. “Ok, want me to come with you?” He asked. “No, you have fun with your friends.” You said as you pulled out your phone to check yourself. “Ok, text me if you need me.” He said as you walked off.

You made sure to take your time making your way outside to continue to fix yourself. How does my makeup look? You thought as you started to reapply your perfume. Gotta smell good. Now for my makeup. You begin re-applying lip gloss before you stop thinking: Why am I stressing over my looks for them? We're just friends... You excited the back door to find them chatting on the porch. “Now, why did y'all call me out here?” You say as you walked to them. “We wanted to talk to you, sithandwa .” Shuri says glancing at you over her shoulder. “And that party blows!” Riri said chuckling. “Oh, well what's up?” You say leaning on the rail. “You need to stop looking at us like that, ma.” Riri said turning to face you fully. “What do you mean?” You say giggling quietly. “Don’t act naive Y/N. We can't be doing this, you have a boyfriend. Isn't that right Y/N?” Shuri said looking at you with low eyes. “I-” “It's ok, we already know the answer.” Riri says cutting you off. Why are they acting like this out of nowhere? They are never this direct about it. “Hey, Y/N, why don't we have one of our “famous” sleepovers, yeah?” Shuri says walking toward the entrance. You look at Riri who started to follow after Shuri chuckling. I can't do this. This is wrong. I love Josh....its just...them. Why me? Why can't they be their best friend?

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~JM ❤️

[zog-ma]

Knot

Will Poulter x fem!reader

I usually describe the reader as a midsize woman. no age, no skin color. I hope you like it.

synopsis: Will was invited to a business party, the theme was history fashion, and you were also invited to animate as a historical re-enactor.

You arrive early with your car full of dresses, accessories, and all your stuff for dressing up. Your group of the historical rat was contacted for animated an event in London, You usually arrive first because your dress takes a long time to take on and take off, without talking about the hairdressing.

The assistant picks you up in the parking lot, you grab some storage things and follow the guy into a small hall at the bottom of the basement. The staff helps you transform the small room into a dressing room and install the small wardrobe, your friends come with their costumes a little later.

Usually, you have difficulty dressing yourself in your 19th century corset and your hoop skirt, you struggle to close the corset until one of your colleagues comes to help you and closes it with a very small bow. tight. You don't know how you're going to take it off at the end of the day. dress on, hair done and makeup done, and it's show time!

The ballroom is full of people and decorated in brown and beige tones. A few copper-colored balloons and party favors are scattered around the room, your job is to wander around the room and act like a sweet lady from another time.

After an hour and a break, you came back into the ballroom, smiling at everyone, your eyes meeting piercing blue ones. Here you see a lot of nice and pretty people, but this man was really handsome and tall. "How can a man be so tall?"

Wherever you were you had a very nice view of him, you can't stop looking at this guy. Was he in a group, friends or colleagues? handsomely dressed in an expensive suit, his blonde hair combed back. After a conversation, your eyes search for him but find neither his tall figure nor his group.

"Good morning, how are you doing?"

you turned around and there he was, smiling. you stay in character

“Hello sir, I hope you find a pleasant company this evening” a small smirk on his lips,

“Oh my God,” you think.

"That's a very nice dress you're wearing, not conventional but it suits you well. My name's Will by the way"

After a moment, which was too short for your taste, he went back to another group. Will was nice and a little too friendly for someone who just spoke to a member of staff.

But you couldn't stop the little butterflies from flying in your stomach. Is it real, did he really flirt with you like you think or is it just this stupid crush.

love at first sight?

You prefer to believe in small, kind conversations with a guest, it is better than believing in love with a stranger. you continue your service at night. knowing that you won't see Will again afterward, it was just a crush.

You were in the cheap locker room, your colleagues were out, and you were being allowed to undress in complete privacy. With just your jeans and corset on, you try to open the back of the corset but your knot is too tight. At the same time, the door opens suddenly, too quickly for you to cover yourself or stop the intruder.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry"

This voice.

Will.

“no, you can stay” you said, before he left.

Your mouth had spoken before your brain even understood what was happening. he turns towards you and closes the door, you feel the blush on your cheeks, you were intimidated by Will, and you thought you would never see him again

“I just wanted to ask if you want to come and have coffee with me?”

it was very sudden and unexpected.

“yes I would love to, on one condition: can you help me undo the knot in my corset?”

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