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dearharriet · 10 months ago

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By Any Other Name; Sirius Black ☕️

“D’you have a name, love?” He was spitting mischief into every word. “Or should I just call you angel face?”

By God, he was not pulling any punches. His voice being as silky as your knickers didn’t help, nor did his wicked teeth or his lithe hands. It was a feat of its own to close your mouth, and another altogether to speak.

Your name spilled off his lips with an exhaled drag, hot and smoking and swept away by the wind.

“Pleasure to meet you, angel face,” he said cheekily. “You can call me Sirius.”

summary: by the will of mother nature, you meet your charming downstairs neighbor—who has been dying to meet you just as much.

word count: 3K

warnings: fem!r, sexually implicit comments, lots of mentions of underwear and lingerie

authors note: me 🤝🏼 making sirius act like my other favorite scorpio (ryan gosling)

1978. London, England.

More than anything in the world, you wished you had a tumble-dryer. The London winds turned brutal in autumn, and you’d lost nearly ten items of clothing before the season was done.

A pretty sundress, a flannel you’d nicked from your father’s dresser. A skimpy little black nighty, the top only lace and the bottom sheer satin.

That one had been the most recent, only the day before. You blamed yourself, really; You thought you’d be coy and hang it outside for the boy downstairs to see, and the wind tore it off the line and blew it to who knows where. Now some creep probably had it in his sock drawer.

Despite all of this, you still did not have a blessed tumble-dryer. Which meant even at present, in wind that might’ve blown your makeup off, you were outside clipping your soggy knickers to the line. Three clips each, thank you very much.

You can’t say it was all that embarrassing. London wasn’t particularly a town of modesty or shame, especially in more recent times. All the ladies along your alley hung their undies out, and no one seemed to mind. Maybe you just lived on an especially progressive block of the city. Whatever it was, you liked it.

You hummed a soft tune as you hung the last piece of clothing on the line, feeling chilly yet accomplished.

The wind had died down just slightly, leaving the clothes swinging on the line—suspended between your building and the one neighboring it. You peeked across to ensure that everything seemed secure, just in time to watch a pair of silky pink undies slip from their clips and fall a story down into the alley.

You clicked your tongue, promptly making your way down the fire escape to retrieve them.

As you rounded the landing to descend the second half of stairs, you were aghast to see the boy from downstairs—the one you so desperately wanted to see your cheeky nightgown—leant against your flat building. He was smoking a cigarette languidly and intently watching your sad knickers which landed before him.

You stammered at first, unsure what to say. The remaining shreds of daylight were reflecting quite stunningly off of his pitch black hair, in a way that was all too distracting. Eventually, you settled for something apologetic.

“God, I’m sorry.” You inched forward until you could bend down and rescue the pink knickers from the filthy ground. You frowned at the specks of dirt on them. You’d have to wash them all over again. Or maybe you should just toss them.

Or cast them into the sea. Perhaps donate them to a bluebird to use for nesting. God, you were embarrassed.

For a split second you became mortified with a scenario where you kept the dirty undies and this handsome-boy-downstairs wanted to shag you, only to find you’re wearing the disgusting alley knickers. Your cheeks grew hot.

You pushed the underwear behind your back then, hoping he didn’t see them in full. When you looked up, he blew a cloud of smoke from his nose and smiled devilishly.

“Not to worry, darling. I’m quite accustomed to women dropping their knickers in front of me.”

Your mouth popped open in shock. A boyish but refined laugh bubbled out of him as you failed to respond.

“D’you have a name, love?” He was spitting mischief into every word. “Or should I just call you angel face?”

Your name spilled off his lips with an exhaled drag, hot and smoking and swept away by the wind.

“Pleasure to meet you, angel face,” he said cheekily. “You can call me Sirius.”

“I can’t call you handsome?” You blurted, and Sirius’ smile got so much worse, which is to say humbler and far more genuine.

“If the shoe fits,” he mumbled.

A gust of wind blew and his hair billowed with it, just as he took a final drag of his cigarette. The embers lit his face warmly.

It fit. It definitely fit.

Sirius stomped his smoke out on the cobblestone and brushed his hands off on his slacks.

“I actually have something I want to give you.” Sirius inched toward his flat window, ignoring your pinched brows. “Wait right there.”

Contorting his long limbs, he slipped inside and disappeared.

Within seconds he returned, holding what you instantly recognized as your black nighty. He walked it to you, growing taller with every step.

“Think this belongs to you,” he prodded. You took the garment from him, smiling coyly.

“Do you happen to have any of the other clothes I’m missing?” You accused, and he ducked his head sheepishly.

“Just this one,” he promised, “it fell last Sunday, just here, like your knickers.”

You flushed. “Sorry.”

Sirius’ expression turned boyish. “You should be. I’d have preferred that you came with it.”

The wind picked up again and wafted his cologne with it, something citrusy and clean. A pit stirred in your stomach.

“Maybe next time,” you murmured, and slipped up the fire escape before he could respond.

You sincerely didn’t expect to see Sirius after that. Not because you didn’t want to, but because it felt too simple. Too convenient.

Stunning, charming boy downstairs, holding onto your nightclothes to give back to you…

He had to be a creep. There was no other explanation. Or worse—he was only trying to be nice to save you from embarrassment.

You kept running through your conversation with him, adding new motivations and hidden meanings. Each one was like a warning siren, and it kept you from seeking him out.

Sirius, however, was not dissuaded at all.

A week later and it was the turn of November. The winds were cruel and rain barely ever let up, and any sunny day became laundry day.

One fateful, blessed dry Friday, you popped out to hang your loathsome clothes. If being clean was this much trouble, you weren’t sure it was worth it anymore. You were halfway through the soggy hamper when someone downstairs began to whistle.

“Darling, do you do anything but laundry?” A familiar voice called, posh and smug and handsome.

You peeked over the railing, and Sirius was in the alley with an amused grin on his face.

“Do you do anything but watch me do laundry,” you shot back, which made him laugh.

Sirius was making a paper boy cap look very stylish, holding the lip of it to aid his theatrics. There was something quite old fashioned about him, even in his boyish demeanor.

“I like to hear you sing,” he defended. “You have a pretty voice.”

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. You didn’t entirely realize you sang at all. Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets and looked around.

“Does this seem a bit cliché?”

You looked around, too, at your balcony and the shaded alley; At Sirius, who was the shining image of a hopeless romantic, ready to profess his undying love.

“I suppose,” you agree. “Wherefore art thou? No—a minute is not enough.“

Sirius pushed his tongue into his cheek, grinning.

“I was imagining something else,” he said. “Let down your hair…Or—your clothesline?”

You snorted.

“Luckily, this damsel has stairs.”

Smile widening, Sirius raised his eyebrows, wondering if you’d meant to invite him up. You nodded, and he took the steps two at a time.

It was charming. While you were still reserved, you couldn’t help but admire his complexities. He’d seemed so subdued upon first meeting him, but now he was almost howling with excitement.

He was completely out of place on your terrace. A sharp and shining bachelor lording over your half-dead plants and damp t-shirts. He looked like he had a tumble dryer, and an iron, too. Or a maid. Definitely a maid. It was a mystery why someone so put together was living on the floor beneath you.

“What,” Sirius asked, looking dubious.

“What?” Your cheeks warmed. You’d been spacing out.

“You’re looking at me weird,” he accused, but he kept a lightness in his voice. “You don’t still think I stole all your clothes, do you?”

“No,” you denied. Then, feeling cheeky, you added, “just the nighty, right?”

He blinked, looking shy again. “Well. It—it fell.”

“Oh, right, my mistake. It fell,” you nodded, and watched his mouth open and close.

“Y’know, most neighbors bake something if they want to make friends,” you continued, enjoying his squirming, his brown pearly loafers scuffing on the grated platform.

You thought he was handsome when you met, with his cavalier confidence and dangerous smile, but seeing him so embarrassed was just as enthralling; His fair skin flushed pink, his broad shoulders hunched…his voice turned raspy and unsure.

“I was never good in the kitchen.” He said it like it was a fatal flaw, unfixable.

“No, of course not,” you said with unwavering mirth. “You��d hire someone to do that, wouldn’t you?”

Sirius’ head snapped up, shocked, confirming your suspicions.

“What are you robbing my clothesline for, rich boy,” you teased, wrinkling your nose at him.

Scratching his jaw, he blew out a bewildered laugh.

“What gave it away?”

You snickered, making a sweeping gesture over him. “What didn’t?”

Sirius looked down at his pressed white dress shirt and well-fitted vest. He then ripped his hat off, deflating.

“Thought I was doing a good job of fitting in,” he muttered.

“Sorry,” you cooed, though you weren’t sure why. It should’ve been insulting, that this upper-class idiot was so upset at seeming as well-off as he was, but he kept striking you with an odd sincerity. He didn’t seem ignorant, he just seemed lost, and you felt sorry for him.

“If it’s any consolation, you look quite handsome.”

Sirius looked up at you through his lashes and shyly smiled.

“Do I?” He needled. You hummed affirmatively.

“If a bit chilly. Who’s been making your cuppas?”

Grabbing your basket, you backed away towards your window and slipped inside. You waited for Sirius to follow, hoping your invitation wasn’t too indirect. Thankfully, he crawled in after you, loitering by the window awkwardly.

“Well, don’t let all the heat out,” you called over your shoulder, dropping the basket onto your couch and bee-lining for the kitchen. Sirius closed the window and meandered further into your space.

“You’re not going to poison me, are you,” he asked from your kitchen threshold, watching you put the kettle on.

“I’m not sure you should be as paranoid as me,” you said, leaning against the counter. “But I’m fresh out, so not this time.”

Sirius laughed. “Oh, good.”

“So,” you started, crossing your arms to mirror him, “who are these girls dropping their undies for you? I’m painfully curious.”

Sirius sucked his teeth, hiding a grin.

“I’m not sure you have enough tea,” he sighed solemnly. “We’d be here all night.”

Eyes tracing over the long hands splayed over his biceps, you bit your lip.

“I can imagine,” you humored. “A pretty boy like you…you never catch a break, do you?”

Sirius looked constantly unprepared for complements like this, and you couldn’t get enough. He was pink and silent and restless, faltering for something witty to reply with.

In the end, he just shook his head.

When the water was hot, you made up Sirius’ tea, and he thanked you shyly as his hand brushed yours. He put far too much sugar in it, and not a spot of milk, but you found that just as charming as the rest of him. You sat at your kitchen table, smiling over your cups.

“I haven’t had a good cuppa in months,” Sirius sighed, spinning his mug in absentminded circles.

“Thought you had a maid,” you prodded, and Sirius’ responding smile was bittersweet.

“Not anymore,” he said quietly, “not for a while.”

You took a slow sip of your tea, watching him carefully. As you set your cup down, you licked your lips, and Sirius instinctively copied you.

“So…no maid.” You leaned back, lifting a brow. “Who presses your clothes, then?”

Sirius frowned. “I do.”

“Oh.” You frowned, too. “But you can’t make a cuppa?”

“I—“ Sirius chuckled. “I can make a cuppa. It just tastes better when someone else makes it.”

“Ah.” Picking up your cup again, you smiled at him. “Well, I’m happy to help.”

Sirius pulled his lip between his teeth as you drank, rubbing his hands on his slacks.

“Well I—“ he cleared his throat, “—I should go.”

Confused, you watched him as he pushed his chair back and stood, ducking to you gratefully.

“So soon,” you complained. It was odd. You’d been avoiding him all week, but once he was around you didn’t want him to go.

“Yes, well. I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Sirius smiled kindly, if a little distant.

“Well, I invited you, handsome. That’s hardly intruding.” Your words were intentionally soft and sticky, cloying, to change his mind.

Sirius’s eyes swept over your face for a moment, his mouth chewing on words that never came out. Eventually, he left a thankful caress on your hand, where it laid dormant on the table.

“Thank you for the tea,” he expressed, and then he was gone.

You sat at the table long after he left, until your tea was cold and his empty cup was dry.

The whole week after that, you turned your conversation with Sirius over in your mind again and again, looking for what you’d done wrong.

He’d never seemed angry, even as he left. He was almost sullen.

In the days following, it was like he’d never existed. The alley had a Sirius-shaped hole in it every time you hung your clothes, and—as if it was missing him, too—the wind had stopped blowing.

Singing softly, you hung your final garments, enjoying the still evening while you could. When you sucked in a new breath, it was thick with the scent of burning tobacco. You looked down through the slats, and as you expected, Sirius was leaning where he was when you’d first met him.

Sucking your bottom lip, you looked at the cloth in your hands, and then back at Sirius. At the sudden absence of your voice, he’d looked up, and your gaze met his. He stilled, the ash growing perilous on his smoke, and watched as you held your dark nightgown over the railing. You let it go, and watched Sirius sigh, tracking its feathery fall to the ground.

When he looked back up, you were already halfway down the rickety stairs.

“Darling, don’t—“

“You know, it’s rotten manners to leave a girl wondering what she’s done wrong,” you scolded, plucking the gown off of the cobblestones. “Especially after being so charming all the time.”

Sirius winced. “I’m sorry.”

He looked frustratingly good, more casual than you’d ever seen him. His hair was messy and his collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to the elbow. It only made you bolder.

“Well,” you prodded, “won’t you at least tell me?”

He furrowed his brows, his cigarette long forgotten between his fingers.

“Tell you what?”

“What I did,” you huffed, exasperated.

His face crumpled.

“Darling,” Sirius stressed, “nothing. You’re the loveliest neighbor I’ve ever had.”

The compliment felt like an insult, calculatedly detached, and you wondered if you’d invented the whole thing in your head.

“Why’d you leave, then?”

Sirius shifted, his expensive shoes crunching on the ground.

“I didn’t want to impose.”

Unbelieving, you shook your head in disappointment. It must’ve been something awfully offensive if he still wouldn’t tell you.

“I can’t afford the expensive teas, so if it tasted odd—“

“—Love, it wasn’t the tea, it’s—“ Sirius licked his lips, hesitating. “I shouldn’t have taken it.”

Lost, the corners of your mouth pulled down. Sirius sighed.

“The gown, I—“ He gestured to the satin in your hands. “It was inappropriate. I’m sorry.”

Avoiding your eyes, he finally ashed his cigarette, but left it abandoned in his hand. Stepping closer, you batted your lashes at his shameful face.

“Sirius, if it worried me, I wouldn’t have invited you inside.”

“It should worry you!” His face contorted. “It was manipulative and debauched—“

“Debauched!” You grinned, eyes bright. “What exactly did you do to my nightgown, hm?”

Sirius’ mouth pursed disapprovingly. “Love, please.”

You stepped closer, pouting.

“You didn’t imagine me in it?” Sirius shook his head passionately, but his cheeks warmed. “Shame. I hung it for you, you know.”

Sucking in a breath, his cigarette met the ground as you waded closer. You reached out, tugging on the top button of his vest.

“Will it take a cyclone for you to ask me out?”

Sirius let out a heavy breath and shook his head. When he said no more, you tilted your head and pulled him into you.

“Well then?”

His eyes searched yours.

“Go on,” you said. “I’m not sure someone who likes his tea with seven sugars could be very scary.”

Brightening, Sirius took your hand where it fiddled with his vest. You watched with heat in your chest as he brought it to his face and pressed his mouth to it. He then turned it over and did the same to your open palm.

“Could I please take you out, angel face?” His breath was hot on the inside of your hand, sending chills up your neck. “To repay you for the stunning cuppa?”

Chuckling, you traced a feather-light finger over his jaw.

“Certainly.” You licked over your teeth. “I’ll wear my driest knickers.”

His smile slipped into wicked territory.

“Don’t sweat it, love.” A big hand smoothed over your shoulder, and you melted. “You’ll only be wasting your time.”

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As you step back into your apartment, the lingering dampness of the rain clings to your clothes, a reminder of the photography date that was abruptly cut short. The sky outside is still a sullen gray, with dark clouds hanging low and heavy, casting a muted light through the windows. Jeongin, ever the gentle soul, immediately notices the subtle shift in your mood from the day's disappointment. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, are now tender and reassuring as he guides you towards the balcony.

On the balcony, the rain has softened to a light drizzle, creating a soothing rhythm as it taps against the railing and the potted plants. The air is cool and crisp, and you can almost taste the freshness that follows a storm. Jeongin sets down the mugs of hot coffee on the small table between you two, the rich aroma mingling with the earthy scent of the rain. He hands you one of the mugs, his fingers brushing yours in a gesture that feels both intimate and comforting.

As you both sit down, the warmth of the coffee seeps into your hands, a stark contrast to the chill that has seeped into your bones from the rain. The balcony, usually a space for casual chatter and laughter, now feels like a sanctuary. The overcast sky and the soft patter of the rain create a serene backdrop that mirrors your mood—a gentle melancholy mingled with an undercurrent of contentment.

Jeongin, always perceptive to your unspoken emotions, leans in close, his presence a quiet assurance. He doesn't speak much, choosing instead to let the silence and the ambiance of the rainy day do the talking. As you sip your coffee, the warmth spreads through you, and you find solace in the shared silence. The rain, though initially a disappointment, now feels like a balm, softening the edges of the day’s abrupt end.

In this intimate moment, the world outside seems distant, and the two of you are cocooned in a space of your own creation. The clouds may obscure the sun, but they also seem to wrap around you in a protective embrace. With Jeongin by your side, the rain transforms from a symbol of thwarted plans into a beautiful, calming backdrop for a quiet, shared moment. The heavy clouds and the rhythmic rain become a metaphor for the depth of your relationship—unpredictable yet always grounding, filled with moments of both storm and calm.

Eventually, as the rain continues its gentle descent, you and Jeongin decide to move from the balcony into the warmth of your living room. The transition from the cool, rain-kissed air to the cozy interior feels like slipping into a soft embrace. The living room is bathed in a warm, amber glow from the lamps, casting a soothing light that contrasts with the gray gloom outside.

You both settle onto the couch, the anticipation of a movie adding a layer of comfort to the evening. However, as the film starts, it quickly becomes clear that the attraction between you both is far more immediate than the plot on screen. What begins as a casual cuddle soon intensifies into a heated embrace. Jeongin’s lips find yours with a fervor that takes you by surprise, each kiss more urgent than the last. His hands roam with a possessive tenderness, and before long, he’s straddling you, his body pressed closely against yours.

The shift is sudden, and the energy between you becomes charged with a raw, desperate need. Jeongin’s movements are intense, grinding against your thighs with a fervent passion that leaves you breathless. His actions are both urgent and needy, a reflection of the deep connection you share. As he continues, you can’t help but tease him lightly, commenting on his evident neediness. His response is a mixture of playful defiance and arousal, his eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering intensity.

Though this moment feels new and electrifying, it’s not entirely uncharted territory. You’ve both discussed exploring this kind of physical intimacy before, though life and circumstances had always pushed those plans to the background. Tonight, however, the rain and the quiet intimacy of your home create a perfect setting for finally acting on those conversations. The anticipation of a movie has transformed into an evening of unrestrained passion, as the barriers between you dissolve in the shared space of your living room.

In this space, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you and the undeniable magnetism of the moment. The air is thick with desire, the once-anticipated movie forgotten in favor of the intensity of the now. This spontaneous, intimate exchange becomes a new chapter in your shared experiences, a testament to the evolving depth of your relationship and the spontaneity that continues to define your time together.

As the intensity between you and Jeongin reaches a fever pitch, you feel his desperation mounting, each touch and kiss conveying an urgent need. With a deep breath, you gently push him off your lap, your hands moving with a deliberate softness. You guide him by the hand, leading him towards your bedroom with a sense of both excitement and anticipation. The transition from the living room to the more private space of your bedroom feels almost ceremonial, a shift from playful heat to an intimate, focused connection.

Once inside the bedroom, the atmosphere shifts to one of quiet intimacy. The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow that highlights the contours of the space and adds to the anticipation of the moment. You turn to Jeongin with a teasing smile, your eyes reflecting a blend of affection and playful command. “Be a good boy for me,” you instruct, your voice low and encouraging. The request carries a weight of familiarity and desire, as you watch him respond with a mix of eagerness and trust.

As he begins to undress, you move towards your dresser, your fingers deftly searching through the drawers. The task of retrieving your strap and lube feels almost secondary to the charged atmosphere that surrounds you both. Each movement is deliberate, filled with a sense of anticipation that heightens the intimacy of the moment. The hidden items, usually stowed away for another time, now come to light as part of the evening’s unfolding plans.

The act of preparing for this new experience is both practical and deeply intimate. As you gather the items, you can feel the weight of the moment pressing in, a mixture of excitement and nervous energy. The bedroom, once a simple space for rest, transforms into a stage for exploration and connection. The evening’s transition from a casual night to an intensely personal experience is marked by your actions and the shared anticipation of what’s to come.

The blend of intimacy and desire creates a palpable energy that fills the room, turning ordinary moments into a profound expression of your connection. In the dim light, surrounded by the personal touches of your bedroom, the evening’s experiences become a meaningful part of your shared journey, weaving together passion, trust, and the promise of deeper exploration.

Your eyes remain locked on Jeongin’s naked form, a mixture of longing and admiration evident in your gaze. Each movement he makes as he climbs onto your bed is a visual feast, his muscles shifting and contracting with a natural grace that both excites and enthralls you. As he settles into position, legs spread in anticipation, the sight of him waiting for you heightens the intensity of the moment.

With a deliberate sense of urgency, you start undressing yourself, the process a blend of hurried motions and purposeful pauses. You can feel the heat of Jeongin’s eager gaze on you, his silent anticipation adding to the electric charge in the room. As you finally reach for the strap, you do so with an exaggerated slowness, savoring every moment of his impatient whines and quiet pleas. The meticulous way you put it on is a tease, each deliberate movement designed to prolong his yearning and amplify the tension between you.

The contrast between his growing impatience and your slow, methodical actions creates a palpable tension that fills the room. Every sound, every shift of his body as he waits, becomes a part of the unfolding scene, heightening the sense of intimacy and anticipation. The act of putting on the strap, though necessary, transforms into a sensual ritual, a deliberate play that draws out the moment and deepens the connection between you.

In this charged atmosphere, the anticipation and desire become almost tangible, weaving together in a dance of patience and longing. Your actions, while seemingly slow, are imbued with a sense of purpose and intensity, making every second count as you prepare for the shared experience that lies ahead. The bedroom, now a space of intense connection, holds the promise of deeper exploration as you both await the culmination of the evening’s anticipation.

At last, with the strap secured and in place, you climb onto the bed, each movement charged with anticipation. You position yourself between Jeongin’s legs, the proximity amplifying the electric tension that hums between you. As you lean over him, your lips meet his in a fervent kiss, a dance of tongues and emotions as you both vie for dominance. The kiss is a blend of urgency and tenderness, each of you exploring and asserting your desire with equal fervor.

Just as the kiss reaches its peak, you’re caught off guard by a sudden shift in positions. In a swift, fluid motion, Jeongin rolls over you, his body pressing you into the mattress beneath him. The unexpected change in dynamics leaves you momentarily breathless, your back landing against the soft surface of the bed. Jeongin’s position is precarious, barely hovering over the strap, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and excitement.

The transition is both exhilarating and disorienting, the quick shift adding an element of spontaneity to the moment. The bed beneath you feels like a grounding contrast to the heated exchange, the softness of the mattress absorbing the impact of the sudden movement. Jeongin’s barely restrained position over the strap adds a new layer of intensity, the contrast between his near-touch and your own heightened senses creating a palpable tension.

The surprise of the shift only deepens the connection between you, a shared sense of spontaneity and mutual desire driving the evening forward. The room, now filled with the sounds of your mingled breaths and whispered words, becomes a stage for the unfolding intimacy. As you both adjust to the new position, the anticipation and excitement of the moment merge into a powerful, shared experience, each touch and movement heightening the intimacy of your connection.

As you watch Jeongin reach for the lube you had left on the edge of the bed, your heartbeat quickens with a rush of anticipation. The way he moves, purposeful yet tinged with a sense of urgency, only heightens the intensity of the moment. With a practiced ease, he sets the bottle by your head, his actions filled with a mixture of focus and desire.

Leaning in, he captures your lips in another desperate kiss, the urgency of his touch evident as he begins grinding against your thighs once more. The sensation is intensified, his need more palpable and urgent with each movement. The kiss is both fierce and intimate, a blend of passion and hunger that drives the connection between you both.

Your hands, eager and restless, explore each other’s bodies with a fervor that feels almost frantic. Each touch is driven by a deep yearning, a desire to feel every inch of him in an impossibly swift manner. The heat of the moment makes each caress and touch feel electric, every movement filled with a sense of exploration and intimacy.

As your hands continue their journey, they eventually find themselves focused on massaging his butt, a gesture both affectionate and assertive. The touch is deliberate, a blend of tenderness and appreciation, as you take in the feel of his body beneath your fingers. The act of massaging him adds a new layer to the intimacy of the moment, grounding the passion in a physical connection that speaks volumes.

In this shared space, the energy between you intensifies, each touch and kiss weaving together to create a tapestry of desire and connection. The lube, now a silent witness to your unfolding interaction, sits beside you, ready to facilitate the next step in your intimate exploration. The bedroom becomes a realm of sensory experience, where every touch, kiss, and movement heightens the profound bond you share.

As the grinding continues, Jeongin’s moans become increasingly erratic, each sound a testament to the building intensity between you. His body moves with a desperate rhythm, driven by a need that matches your own. Your hands, guided by a mix of urgency and desire, find the bottle of lube once more. With a deft, practiced motion, you squirt a generous amount onto your fingers, the action done without breaking the kiss. The lube’s coolness contrasts sharply with the heat of the moment, adding a new layer of sensation to your shared experience.

With your dry hand, you spread his cheeks, an intentional gesture that grants you better access. The movement is both assertive and tender, a blend of control and care that heightens the intimacy of the moment. As you explore the new angle, a moan escapes your lips, the sound a raw expression of the pleasure you’re feeling from his tightness. This moan is soon harmonized by Jeongin’s own loud and fervent sounds, each moan blending into the symphony of your shared desire.

The atmosphere around you is charged with palpable tension, the sounds of your combined pleasure filling the room and amplifying the connection between you. Every touch, every movement is a step further into a deeper intimacy, with the moans and sounds echoing the intensity of the moment. In this shared space, the boundaries between you both dissolve, leaving only the pure, unfiltered experience of your connection.

As your fingers delve deeper, exploring the contours of his insides, Jeongin’s grinding becomes more demanding, each movement a testament to his rising need. The room is filled with the sounds of your expert actions mingling with his escalating pleasure. The atmosphere is electric, the air thick with the shared intensity of the moment.

Jeongin shifts from being draped over you to sitting up, his posture a dramatic contrast to the previous closeness. His head is thrown back, eyes closed tightly as he loses himself in the sensations. He sets his own pace and rhythm, guiding the intensity with a self-assuredness that only enhances the moment’s raw energy. His movements are confident, each shift and grind an expression of his pleasure and control.

You watch with a sense of deep fascination, captivated by this new side of Jeongin that you’ve longed to witness. The sight of him so completely lost in his own pleasure, so responsive to your touch, is intoxicating. Despite him having the control and setting the pace, there’s a subtle, exhilarating power that you experience through the act of making him fall apart with just your fingers. This dynamic shift, where his pleasure is so intricately tied to your actions, fills you with a profound sense of satisfaction.

You relish the moment deeply, savoring the intimate power you hold over his pleasure and the new layer of connection it reveals. This experience, both powerful and intimate, allows you to explore and enjoy a different facet of your relationship, enhancing the depth of your bond and fulfilling a longing you’ve carried for some time.

You sit up slightly, positioning yourself just enough to wrap your hand around Jeongin’s throat. Your grip is firm but controlled, squeezing just enough to make him look directly at you. Your eyes, sparkling with a potent blend of desire and dominance, meet his with an intensity that makes him moan involuntarily. The sight of your unwavering gaze, filled with longing and command, sends a shiver through him.

As you pull your fingers out, a chuckle escapes you at his immediate complaints and whines. His body shifts restlessly, trying to keep you in place, the tension between your reactions creating a charged, almost playful atmosphere. However, his protests quickly cease when you gently guide him back over the strap, your touch both assertive and reassuring. You keep him there, the movement deliberate as you reach for the lube once more.

With practiced ease, you squirt a generous amount of lube onto your hands, the cool, slick substance contrasting with the heat of the moment. You spread the lube over the length of your strap, the motion smooth and purposeful. As you look up at Jeongin, your gaze is met with a sight that nearly drives you to the brink of madness—his eyes, dazed and full of need, reflecting an intense mix of vulnerability and desire.

The sight of his expression, so completely consumed by longing, heightens your own arousal and desire. It’s a potent reminder of the connection you share and the depth of the moment. The intimate power you wield, coupled with his visible need, creates a dynamic that is both exhilarating and profoundly satisfying. The balance of control and surrender, reflected in his dazed eyes, becomes the focal point of the evening, deepening the intensity of your shared experience.

Jeongin, guided by instinct and desire, doesn’t need any further prompting. With a confident yet eager movement, he places a hand on your bare chest, gently but firmly pushing you back against the mattress. The action is both commanding and intimate, a physical assertion of his desire. As he shifts, he emits a loud whine, the new sensation of the strap replacing your fingers creating a rush of pleasure and surprise.

He pauses briefly, settling fully onto your lap, giving himself a moment to adjust to the new sensation. His movements are deliberate, a blend of anticipation and need as he begins his anticipated bounces of pleasure. The room is soon filled with the almost explicit sounds of his pleasure—the slick, rhythmic noises of his movements, each one a testament to his pursuit of satisfaction.

You watch, completely enthralled by the sight before you. Every sound and motion from Jeongin heightens your own arousal, making the scene an intoxicating display of raw, unfiltered desire. Your hands instinctively reach for his leaking length, your fingers wrapping around it with a firm yet gentle grip. As you stroke him in sync with his movements, the pleasure he experiences intensifies, his moans becoming louder and more fervent. The synchronized rhythm of your touch and his movements amplifies the pleasure for both of you, creating a powerful and immersive experience.

The dynamic of the moment—his pleasure, your touch, the sounds filling the room—creates a vivid, exhilarating tapestry of connection and desire. The intensity of the scene, driven by your mutual need and responsiveness, weaves together a deeply satisfying experience that leaves you both captivated and deeply entwined in the moment.

Unsurprisingly, Jeongin’s moans reach higher pitches as the pressure in his abdomen builds, his rhythm growing increasingly erratic. The intensity of his pleasure is palpable, a mix of rising urgency and need. Observing his struggle, you decide to assist him by moving your own hips in a matching rhythm, syncing with the speed he initially set. The adjustment brings a renewed sense of harmony to your movements, amplifying the pleasure for both of you.

Your free arm wraps around him, drawing him closer as he drapes himself over you once more. He buries his face in your neck, seeking comfort and connection in the closeness. His entire body tenses, each groan guttural and full of raw emotion. The intense moment crescendos, and he relaxes almost instantly when your movements slow to a stop. The room is then filled with the sound of your combined panting, a testament to the exertion and ecstasy you’ve both experienced.

As the intensity fades, Jeongin rolls to the side, a thin layer of sweat clinging to both of your skins. You turn to face him, your wide smile reflecting the deep satisfaction and affection you feel. He meets your gaze with a loving expression, his eyes softening as he whispers, “I love you so fucking much.” The words, though simple, carry a profound depth of emotion, resonating with the closeness and connection you’ve shared in the moment. The exchange solidifies the bond between you, marking the culmination of a deeply intimate and emotionally charged experience.

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cloudyyoimiya · 2 years ago

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my little cutie patootie

he is guilty of 138 counts of conspiracy to murder, 312 counts of extortion, and 625 counts of assorted fraud, among other crimes.

#cloud speaks☕️#dazai osamu #bungou stray dogs #bsd

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year ago

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what would yan!ranpo do if mc simply just obeyed him and reciprocated his love?

if his darling just reciprocated his love it could go two ways; one being that their love was true and he’d give his darling more freedom. if this was the case then he’d allow them to go out of the house, but only with him at their side

if this was the case then he’d also allow them to interact with people they are friends with again. it would basically appear to be a normal relationship, but it would still have its limitations

two being that if their love wasn’t true, then he’d see right through them. he’d determine if they were doing this to get free of him or if they were doing it so they wouldn’t get as many ‘punishments’ :(

he’d double down on their freedoms and trap them in one singular room until they apologize to him. he won’t tolerate his darling saying i love you back if they didn’t mean it, y’know?

#cloud speaks☕️#yandere #yandere ranpo #edogawa ranpo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x reader #bungo stray dogs

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writingoddess1125 · 1 year ago

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Pink Elephants

Art by Vamos_MK on twitter I do not own it!

Dark Tsudare Buggy x FemReader

SPICY ANGST

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MUST BE 18+ TO READ!

So SO much fucked up shit in this one- So if you are light of heart or have any trauma, Please go to literally any other post of mine. I have a masterlist Right here- And if you've finished this here is something nice and Fluffy to balance out for you honey I gotcha. Hell here is a link to Kittens on Pinterest you deserve it.

⚠️Warnings:⚠️ Angst, Drugged sex, Non Con, Dead Dove, Tsudare Buggy, Overstimulation, Creampie, Spit as Lube, Unprotected sex, Branding, Living sex toy, Public sex, Humiliation and honestly a bunch more shit. This warning should be 2 pages long- hell I'll throw in bad writing.

I wrotw this while watching AHS. Blame American Horror Stories- If you know You Know

Day 5: Collar

"Captian!" She heard her first mate yell out- Captian (Y/N) of the (Y/N) Pirates, a feared face of pirates and a upcoming star here in the East Blue. She had recently acquired a 16,000,000 Berry bounty and was seen as a flashy newcomer. It was late and she had been going over an upcoming raid on a fairly wealthy town when called.

Rushing out from the Map room (Y/N) Rushed to the seeing her crew on full alert. Looking out to see a massive ship heading towards their vessel- (Y/N) assuming it must be a Marine Battle ship.

"Ready the canons! Point to starboard!!" She yelled as the screw scrambled to ready the canons however it seemed too late for that as canon fire from the other ship sounded. Everyone based for impact but it never came, instead similar to fireworks large orbs of red shot above them and exploded releasing a mine mist.

A red cloud coating the ship as (Y/N) tried to cover her face with her coat to tried and reduce the effect of the fog as she stumbled to the side trying to fight it as she saw her crew fall one by one to the mountainous ship heading towards them.

"Fuck" She managed out before falling unconscious as well. When waken up (Y/N) did not know how long it had been, Groaning at the ache from her head as the sedative wore away.

"Now my newest performers are here!" A cheery voice sounded as the performing freaks paused their acts and stepped to the side, allowing their ringleader to walk through.

Seeing that her and the crew were bound with thick chains on a dirt floor- She shifted slightly and it was like everything came to life, Bright lights and circus music started up suddenly as circus performers began to perform around (Y/N) and the crew getting close and laughing at the surprise on everyone's face.

Buggy The Clown- He was well known and while a pain in the ass for some he did have the potential to be dangerous and cruel. He smiled down at (Y/N) looking almost impressed by her appearance. Tapping his foot impatiently as he straightened out invisible imperfections in his coat.

"Wow, Those bounty posters down do you much justice, Much prettier in person. Speaking of which!-" Reaching into his coat he brought out her bounty for all to see, Smiling but a gleam of anger in his eyes.

"Captian (Y/N)! A newcomer managing to outshine me here in the East Blue! And on top of that hitting the locations I wanted~" He said with a laugh, crumbling the poster and tossing it to the side like nothing.

(Y/N) didn't say anything, didn't even react to this- Instead acting completely stoic in response as Buggy stepped over and backhanded her. Barely able to hold back the yelp that wanted to rip through her throat, but instead held her head up. Clearly this pissing Buggy off as he clenched his fist-

"Fine, really that indifferent?" Buggy chimed, suddently grabbing the cabin boy roughly by the hair- He was no older then 15 and fat tears rolled down his cheeks in terror. Buggy pulled a blade from his coat and looked (Y/N) straight in the eyes.

"Nothing to say? Ohh Tough I see!" He said amused, laughing as She kept her eyes on him calmly.

"See I heard this rumor that you love your Crew- Would do anything for them! How loyal they are to you" A shiver went up (Y/N) spine at hearing him say this.

"How sweet huh? A Captian willing to do anything for their crew" He said, before suddently punching her First mate hard across the face. The man groaning in pain as Buggy watched for her reaction which she gave non.

"Then I guess I can start getting rid them~" He smiled and went to jam the blade into the cabin boys throat.

"STOP!" She screeched, fear painted her face as Buggy paused his actions- the blade lightly touching the cabin boys neck leaving a thin scratch. Buggy turned with a wide smile on his lips, his eyes cold and calculating as he stared down at her- How her shoulders shook in suppressed fear and eyes wide.

"Oh?~ What's this now? I thought you were playing Miss Tough Guy~" He said in a sing song voice, dropping the boy who sat there breathing hard and terrified. Neatly tucking his blade back into his coat as he swaggered over with a smirk.

She bowed her head in defeat, realizing she had been perfectly played into his gloved hands. Fear bubbling in her chest as (Y/N) realized what had been done.

"...I'll give you whatever it is that you want- As long as my crew goes free unharmed" She said calmly, Not meeting his gaze as she felt him lower himself to look over her face. She could smell the harsh scent of Rum and Apples that seemed to follow him.

He smiled wider at this, tapping his chin playfully as he stared at her. Like he was thinking but she knew this was what he really wanted.

"Then we have a deal~" He purred out, waving one of his freaks over which caught her attention as a bandana was placed into his hands and he pressed it to her face. Panic filling her system as she tried to pull away but her mind became muggy and soon darkness developed her once again.

Foggy again she opened her eyes, This time by force as bright flashes of light forcing her from her sleep- Seeing she was strapped down to a table and the cold that hit her body, realizing quickly she was naked and on one of the circuses wheel of death used for knife throwing. Turning to the side quickly she saw a man to her left with a welding tool that was blinding-

"W-What the hell?!" She screamed, the man pulling back to tug on what she realized was a pink leather collar with a gold ring that had welded it closed around her neck to keep it from ever coming off.

"We h-had a deal!!!" She screeched as (Y/N) desperately tried tug on the rope and wiggle her neck around at feeling the collar dig into her flesh.

"That we did Doll" A sarcastic voice chimed, turning to see Buggy walking around her with a smile on his lips, his eyes racking over her naked form.

"See you said I could have whatever I wanted for the price of your crew going free- And I wanted you" He purred, Fear squeezing the air from her lungs as she realized what had been done. Tears welling in the corners of her eyes as she yanked on the restraints harder.

"Now there is no need for that my Darling~ You arent going anywhere or sles ill have you bath in their blood" He practically sang as she heard him rustle behind her away from view for a few moments before a wave of heat seemed to suddently waft over her, (Y/N) eyes widening at this as as Buggy stood back infront of her with a branding iron in his hand it bright red and glowing from the fire it has come from.

"I do like to write my name on my new toys however" He mused. (Y/N) sobbing at the sight as she desperately pulled feeling the rope burn into her flesh with each continued pull of the restraints.

"N-No Please! NO!-" She cried as Buggy smiled down at her, ignoring her words as he pressed the red iron into her flesh- Her screams echoing on the ship as he quickly pulled away, Smirking at the freshly burned red brand of his Jolly Roger on her chest before tossing the iron back into the coals.

"Have her ready for the show" He told one of his freaks, but (Y/N) mind was too foggy to really grasp anything as the pain ripped through her system, broken sobs weezing from her longs as the warmth of the now permanent collar was forgotten.

The freaks untied her and proceeded to drag her naked form back to the main stage- she couldn't even mentally process were she was as she was tossed back to the dirt of the circus circle- The feeling of someone grabbing a corner of the collar to yank her to her knees and attach a long pink leash.

She sat there on the ground, Her head bowed as she tried to wake her foggy mind from the ether that he had given her and the pain that still washed through her system from her burned flesh.

"Forward Now~ The show is about to start~" Buggy purred out as he tugged on the leash her collar was attached to. Looking up as he tugged again she saw it- Her crew all shackled to the audience seats, Their eyes widening at seeing her both naked and the fresh branding on her naked breast- (Y/N) hands scrambling to cover herself as warmth hit her face.

"Ah non of that!" Buggy laughed and yanked her up to her feet with the leash.

"This is humilating!!!" She screamed at him pulling back to swing at him but hands grabbed her wrist as he leaned in close with darkened eyes.

"That's the point, You get a taste of daring to humiliate me by upstaging me and steal fame from me" He hissed.

She screamed as she was fucked relentlessly into the wooden chair, Buggy holding the inner most part of her thighs in order to keep her still. Fat tears rolling down her cheeks as forced moans and sobs left her at his painful pace.

Humiliation and fear filled her system by the look in his eyes. Shoving her hard she landed backyards on a hard wooden chair, her head hitting the back of it with a loud crack.

(Y/N) felt a wave of nausea hit her as she tried to sit up- Tears threatening to spill. Taking advantage of her being dazed Buggy grabbed the lead and secured it around her wrist and then looped it on the top of the throne securing her in place.

Pulling on the binding lead she felt it tughten only and began to frantically try to escape- Almost willing to give up her crew at this point as she struggled. It wasn't till she heard the shifting of clothes did her eyes return to Buggy, seeing him lazily pull at his belt. .aking quick work of his trousers he ignored her struggles in trying to close her legs and forced them open with ease Staring down at her exposed sex he simply spit on it with a lazy shrug. Without even a moments notice he slammed himself into her fully and pulled back just as quick to repeat the harsh thrust.

"H-Hurts!!" She sobbed but her cries were ignored as he grunted harder above her and bottomed out. Pulling his gloves off with his teeth he made quick work of her clit, wanting to make sure she came around his cock.

"There we go~" He purred, Slowing his hips down enough to match the rhythm of his fingers. A dark smile on his lips as he forced the painful orgasm through her- Cackling at the tears that spilled from her cheeks as a moan screamed through her as she came hard against his cock and fingers. Buggy groaning at this as he felt her tighten around him before burying himself as deep inside of her and Cumming with a hissed out moan- pulling out quickly afterwards to stare.

Buggy couldn't help but admire her, the shaking thighs the tears and the fresh come that dripped crom her abused pussy. Smiling with pride at what he had done- grabbing her waist he pulled her up just enough to sit on the throne with her above him. His tongue licking around the branding and hands returning inbetween her legs.

"N-No More.." She sobbed, her wrist sore from the digging leash that kept her to the Silly Throne, her knees spread uncomforbly wide touching either side of the under arms as Buggy stared at her with an amused smirk. His ungloved fingers nestled deeply inside her folds, thumb running over the bruised clit as she cried out again pulling on the restraints in vain- Feeling his awaiting cock still pressed against her thigh even after so many rounds eager to return to her waiting heat.

"What did we agree on Doll~ I get my plaything and your crew gets to live. Don't you all remember?" He said loudly, She didn't dare look up as she could heard the uncomforble confirmation of the crew behind her, shackled in the audience chair as they watched their Captian like this-

"See~ Now I can throw them all to the sea beast and you can go on your merry way!~ Now what do you choose Captian (Y/N)?~" She winced at the Meer mention of her name and title, Humiliation bubbling in her sore chest as she sniffles again and nodded in agreement to save her crew. Tears running down her cheeks which make his smile as he leaned forward to lick them off her cheeks, Like he enjoyed the taste of her suffering.

"Good Girl~"

In a moments his free severed hand bought a heavy cloth to her nose- His eyes locking onto her to made sure she breathed it in. (Y/N) reluctantly breathing it in as the foogy smell of the ether inducing chemicals flooded her lungs, her body starting to slack as she felt ger body grow heavy and mind slip away. He chuckled at the sight of her body getting loopy once more, His fingers pulling from her folds earning a whimpering moan from her before he wrapped it around his cock to guide himself into her.

"Let's go again~ This time will be the finale"

He purred put as he pushed himself deeply into her- Earning another weakened cry from the woman. Gripping her already bruised hips he began to make her bounce on his cock, enjoying the sight of her body moving with each thrust.

"Move for me~" He ordered, (Y/N) beginning to bounce on his cock as instructed if not slower- still shaking from the overstimulation of her forced orgasm. Buggy smirked at this and reached up pressing his thumb into the branded wound making her cry in pain.

"Faster" He ordered. (Y/N) cried at this as she speed up her pace, the wet noises of sex filling the air as she could only close her eyes and do as commanded- Her heart aching in pain while forced pleasure washed over her form. Buggy seemingly pleased with this as he grunted from under her- But not liking her eyes closed he grabbed her hips suddently pausing for only a moment as he picked her up from his cock and sun her around before slamming back into her.

Keeping up his brutal pace as he made sure the crew watched their Captian face first. She closed her eyes tightly as she didnt wish to see their faces like this. Buggy however didn't let that stand, pushing her body out just enough to were the collar was tighter around her throat and couldn't get oxygen- (Y/N) eyes widened at this as she tried to move in a different position to release the tension of the collar but Buggy wouldn't allow it. Her eyes landing on her crew infront of her as they stared in horror at her purpl-ing face.

As the crashing of an orgasm hit her he let the collar slack adding sweet oxygen to the mix which made her mind go fuzzy and scream out as she came over his cock. A wicked laugh echoing from Buggy as he saw her blessed out face from the oxygen and orgasm- how her body slacked afterwards as she looked disoriented and dumb.

"Well done Doll!~ Looks like the show is over" He sang, Leaning her back against his chest as he felt her close to fainting but wanted her to watch. Waving for his freaks to release her crew to gods-knows-where.

"Look~ See your crew is free to go Doll" He whispered in her ear and rubbed her shaking legs in mock comfort. She watched with tear filled eyes as her crew filed out by Buggy's Freaks. Looking at her with pity and shame at (Y/N)'s sacrifice, their Captian was gone now only Buggy's shiny new toy remained.

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy smut #buggy the clown #dark buggy #dead dove fic

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busy-baker · 29 days ago

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Snippet Sunday

Thank you for the tag @kalmiaphlox 💚

Let’s keep in her theme of Cazador being a shithead, shall we? Here’s something from the next chapter of Roasted ☕️

“Are you trying to embarrass me tonight? If even one seam rips on your clothing, I will ruin your career. Do you understand?” Cazador stared Astarion down. His black eyes made the other man look away.

“It’s only coffee…” Astarion mumbled.

“I said do you understand? A glass of water at lunch to stay hydrated. Nothing more.”

Astarion nodded sheepishly, still looking down. He had been doing better with food, not having Cazador’s harsh threats looming over his head for the past few days. He could see how proud Gale had been. He was still wary of finishing entire meals, the voice in the back of his head diminished but still present and warning him of his weight, but he was making some progress. His thoughts were quieted as Cazador began speaking again.

“That’s why I wanted you here today, so the influence of that…boyfriend…of yours wouldn’t ruin our efforts of success for tonight. He’s not good for your career.”

Astarion didn’t like the way the agent spoke of Gale. His jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

“And you know what’s best?”

“Of course I do!” Heads turned at Cazador’s elevated voice. He closed his eyes calmly took a breath and then reached forward, hand clasping Astarion’s with his thumb caressing over his knuckles. Astarion wanted to yank away, but he left his hand there, feeling the icy grip of his agent. “Astarion, I only want what’s best. There’s potential in you yet, boy. Let’s not cloud that vision with fanciful desires. This man-“

“Gale,” Astarion corrected.

“Gale may seem helpful now, but will he be helpful for your future?”

Tagging: @emmy-dekarios-bg3 @roguishcat @nerdallwritey @amoremagnificentbastard

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #snippet sunday #roasted #baker writes #astarion #fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #gale dekarios #bloodweave

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 month ago

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i’m jumping up and down with glee i love this strange french being

old stormbringer redraw i fancied up cuz im never gonna finish it lol

RBS APPRECIATED!

#bungo stray dogs #paul verlaine #cloud speaks☕️

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movedto-clifflix · 10 months ago

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•—☕️; janAUary - coffee shop au !!

ship: 🐸🖊️ ; clifflix

word count: around 800

author‘s note: haven’t written in a few months bear with .

It was a casual cool September day. The wind had been blowing harshly and the sky was filled with gray clouds, indicating an incoming rain. The little bell on top of the brown door of the coffeeshop rang and the ash-blonde barista looked up, spotting a tall, blonde man coming in. The barista put down the mug and the cloth with which he had been drying all the freshly washed mugs and plates.

“Welcome. How can I help you, Sir?” he spoke, his voice soft and friendly-sounding. The taller man looked at him, a small smile forming on his face. "Hi! Uh-..could I get a Hazelnut Macchiato and a blueberry muffin, please?” The man spoke, fidgeting with the end of his dark-blue suit’s sleeves before he added: “Do you need my name for the order too?”

The barista chuckled, shaking his head. “We’re no Starbucks. But if you really want it, I can add your name of course.” As he spoke, the ash-blonde prepared the coffee, and whilst it was brewing in the machine he put the muffin into a small, light-brown bag. “Right, my bad” the man apologized. “I only recently discovered your shop. It’s way closer to the company than any Starbucks.” he added.

“And better and cheaper.” the barista smirked for a second before he poured the coffee into a cup, adding the lid and placing both items onto the counter. “Thank you for your order and have a nice day!” he smiled.

“You too-…” the blonde man took a glance at the name tag. “..Cliff.”

Cliff smiled at the blue-eyed man before he watched him leaving the coffee shop.

The weeks passed rather quickly and the blonde man, whose name turned out to be Felix, became a regular customer. He sometimes visited the shop even without buying something, just to speak to the younger barista, which was also the case today.

Felix sat at the counter, talking his mind off over various architecture projects he’s been working on as Cliff has been listening intently. It was rather quiet in the coffee shop, most customers only ordered to-go and the few regulars who always visited the shop were sitting a bit more in the back and the music could be heard faintly in the back. “...and I only have two months left to finish this project and-” Felix silenced as he looked at the mug of fresh-brewed coffee in front of him, before he looked up at Cliff. “I didn’t order nor pay for any coffee.”

“I know, but I made it for you. Your usual. Hazelnut Macchiato.” the green-eyed man smiled. “You don’t have to pay for it, it’s for free.” he added quickly. “Why thank you..” Felix sat up straight, still looking at Cliff. “That’s…very sweet of you.”

“Don’t mention it. You deserve it after what I’ve been hearing. You’re working a lot and hard, so you deserve some fresh coffee. Oh and a blueberry muffin.” he chuckled at the end, placing a plate with said muffin on it next to the mug.

The blonde shook his head. “You’re way too kind. I have to repay you somehow.” He thought for a second. “Hey, what about I take you out for dinner? Doesn’t have to be today of course, but maybe whenever you’re free? There’s this nice restaurant near my place and if not then we could just stay at my place and watch a movie and order take-out if you don’t like fancy restaurants or if you don’t want that either we could just go to the cin-” Felix rambled, his voice turning more and more nervous the more that he spoke. “Felix.” Cliff interrupted, making the older one look back at him, a slight pink blush spreading on his cheeks. “I’d love to go out for dinner with you. Or do anything with you, really. Whatever it is, as long as it’s with you it’ll be fun, I’m sure.” Cliff didn’t even notice, but as he spoke he held Felix hand, as he’s usually gesturing around with his hands when he’s speaking. The blue-eyed man gazed at their hands, the blush darkening. Cliff followed his gaze, his eyes going wide and his hand quickly letting go of the other’s.

“Oh gods I’m so sorry-..!” he instantly apologized, but Felix instinctively took the younger one's hand again. "Don't. "It felt…nice."

They both smiled at each other shyly before Cliff’s name got called out by one of the regulars and he let go of Felix’ hand again. “Just give me a second!” he said to the blonde, rushing to the customer.

“Don’t make me wait too long.” Felix chuckled, leaning back in his seat as he watched the younger one writing down orders.

There were many emotions he felt at that time, but the one he felt the strongest was love. And he had a slight feeling Cliff felt the same.

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