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[judasgot-it]

Happy Birthday

I'm throwing almonds at him in my mind <3 Also, idgaf if it's not August 3rd, it's August 3rd somewhere in the world....

Also, this was going to be part of an arranged marriage au but I've kinda scrapped it. so this is just kinda there now lol.

It's been twenty-seven years since Kaldo was born. Today, you were planning on making him a cake he would actually enjoy, and not one he would shovel into his face in front of his family and guests as he pretended to enjoy it.

The man was born powerful and wealthy. He had everything.

What he didn't have, was the free choice over his own birthday cake.

He was almost thirty, and he never even had a choice in it. He didn't even have a choice in being engaged to you, or his job - honestly, the only thing he seemed to have a choice over might have been his strange love of honey.

Maybe you were born lucky with your low status. You had chosen to climb to the top, and got to marry a wealthy man mostly by choice.

Now you got to spoil him with a birthday cake - by your own choice.

He had once mentioned once to you before, offhandedly, that he had really loved gelatinous fish cake - of course, topped with honey. One of the stranger combinations he had made, and one cake that he had always wanted to try again, but was banned from bringing into his family home.

For good reason, you supposed. It seemed a little...gross. Honestly, it was one of the first times you had ever disliked one of his strange food tastes.

But it was a cake. And it was his birthday.

He would get to eat that damn cake. Social rules be damned.

It wasn't really easy finding a place that even made the cake. The man must have visited hell itself in order to try the delicacy, because you had only found one cook in the local area who even knew what it was.

It frankly looked disgusting when you laid eyes on it, and it looked horrible as it sat on your breakfast table. But it wasn't for you - it was for the man sitting in front of you, staring at you as if you were as strange as the cake itself.

And really, is it even a cake? There's no frosting, and it's fucking fish for god's sake. In gelatin. Who would even think of such a thing?

"Is this for me?"

Kaldo's voice was weak, his usual airy tone nearly lost in the shock that was slapped across his face. His crimson eyes were boring holes at you, and it was frankly a little disturbing.

"...Yes. You said you had liked it before, and I thought it would be nice to get it for you. I know you don't like regular cake that much."

He was a freak, really. The man would rather put his sweet honey on anything that didn't go with it. Cake would be a reasonable match, but instead, coffee and raw fish were his preferred mixups.

How strange.

"I did. I did mention that, didn't I." The man took the fork set out just for him, taking a bite of the cake as if it were a delicacy. His face was practically spread open in a wide grin, ear to ear as he slowly chewed on it.

This was the most you had ever seen him enjoy a cake. The one at his last birthday party had him in near tears from how much he had hated the flavor - chocolate, without any honey to subside the pain of putting it in his mouth.

But Kaldo was practically drooling as he dug into his sad little cake. He had taken to pouring a rich honey on it, as if it would make a difference in the texture of fish and gelatin.

"Do you," It was stupid to ask, given that he was nearly done destroying the disgusting dish. His face was smeared with honey and pieces of fish, and you only smiled back as a stupid grin spread across his face. "Do you like it? Sorry if it's not the gift you expected."

You made him walk all the way to your home for it. On his birthday as well.

Frankly, you were a rather horrible wife-to-be.

"If I were to be honest..." Kaldo put down his fork, looking down at the remaining pieces of his cake. It was more like a soup now, as his took the prongs of his tool and played with the pieces that remained.

"...I think this is the best birthday gift I've ever received."

"Is it really?"

The lily-haired man nodded, his bangs somehow spared from the mess that was spread across his face. He looked like a bear that had found a beehive, and with the smile he wore, it was obvious that he felt like a winner.

"You know? We need this at our wedding. It's a really good cake."

"What?"

This was the first time Kaldo had ever mentioned something like that. The man was rather silent about those things - as far as you knew, he had only agreed to marry you because it was a good tax write-off for the both of you.

"If you want it, sure. We'll have two cakes." You wanted to be a good wife, really.

"...Really?"

"Why not? It's your wedding too."

It was subtle, a barely noticeable detail in the character he portrayed to you. But his shoulders relaxed, his spine deflating from the stiff posture he kept at all times. His arms leaned against the table, and his neck rolled around to lean to the side.

It looked as if he truly relaxed for once in his life.

"...Yeah. Why not indeed."

I'm lowkey just writing whatever the fuck I want rn, Kaldo is just my muse rn.

[mandowifey]

Right Place, Right Time; CH 3.

Ray Harris x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, P in V unsafe sex, oral (f receiving), counter sex, mostly clothed sex, a sprinkle of degradation, teasing, just the tip, sort of cum eating, nipple play, biting, marking, begging, demanding Ray, Au!Dark vibes Ray, porn with plot.

• • • •

Winter came harsh as it always had and buried your town in heavy white blankets. Chimneys smoked and the older folks would offer five dollars to the local boys to plow their driveways. A snow day closed schools and you were bouncing beside your mother along the path leading towards your home. You were ten, bundled in jackets with a beanie warming your scalp and fur lined snow boots to protect your feet. While your nose went pink and stung from the bite of the wind, you relished watching your breath waft from your mouth.

“Honey, look over there, by the trees, do you see it?”

Your mother crouched and pointed, guiding your vibrant eyes towards a line of barren trees. But you saw nothing.

“Mama, I don’t see- “

“Shh! Look, right below that tree.”

You strain and manage to make out the shape of a white rabbit. Its ears forward and alert, eyes seemingly on you now. A smile stretched across your features, delight warming your insides as you gazed upon the small creature. Eagerly, you begin to prowl forward with loud, clumsy crunches in the snow. You wanted nothing more than to touch this animal, to get closer and steal a better look.

A firm hand catches your arm, and you are pulled backwards into the warmth of your mother’s body.

“You can’t do that, Y/n.” Her voice was soft and kind.

“Why?”

She chuckles and drops her chin to your shoulder. Both of you quietly admire the rabbit. “Because you will scare it, and it will run.”

The words make little sense to you.

“But I won’t hurt it!”

Hands close around your stomach and squeeze you gently.

“Doesn’t matter. Everything is dangerous to a rabbit.”

Your eyes are caught in the creature’s stare. Fixed pupils and twitching ears as though it could hear you both. Maybe it could. The rabbit watches you, transfixed, thinking, ready to run the minute you make a move. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, it took off, causing you to gasp.

“Why did it run? We didn’t go near it.” You were dismayed.

As your mother stands, she takes your gloved hand in her own and makes a non-committal sound in the back of her throat.

“It must have heard something.”

“Something dangerous?” You chirp, following in step with her.

She smiles and squeezes your hand.

“Yes, something dangerous.”

○ ○

The smell of burnt food roused you from your sleep.

In the transition from dreams to reality, you found yourself disoriented. This was not your bed, and the walls surrounding you told you it was also not your house. A dull ache bloomed between your legs and you groan as you push yourself up. Last night came back to you, and you recalled the stranger you had followed home. When your eyes adjusted to the hazy bedroom interior you brought your attention to your naked body, still raw and sex stained from the encounter before. You felt bare and vulnerable in this strange place, and shifted onto your feet to search for your clothes.

Head aching, you gather the scattered remains of your outfit and dress as you go, already rehearsing your excuse for why you slept over and that you were going to walk back to the bar to get your ride. When you composed yourself, you walk out the bedroom door and into the hall. You linger when you pass the basement, worrying yourself that this exchange would be awkward. Stepping into the kitchen and steeling yourself, you drew a breath.

“Hey,”

The kitchen was empty.

A plate with scrambled eggs, toast and very burnt sausage patties sat on the counter with a note beside it. Curious, you step closer and pick up the hand written letter.

‘Ran to get gas. Be back shortly, help yourself to whatever. Enjoy the food. – R’

Your eyes flick towards the plate again and like clockwork your stomach growled. While you weren’t hungover, your mouth was dry and that told you food and water would solve your headache. Grabbing the plate but not bothering with silverware, you bring your stuff to the tiny dining table and hurry to fill a cup with water from the sink. Finally seated, you finger eggs onto the toast and eat the lukewarm meal gratefully. Even cold, the grease from the sausage and salt from the eggs melted down your throat and eased the tension from your forehead.

After destroying your meal and polishing off two glasses of water, you felt better. Ray had left dishes in the sink which you decided to clean as a thank you – and to kill time. There was a small window that gave you a view of the backyard and dense lining of trees surrounding the property. Your eyes catch on a small shape near the edge, but it bolts before you can get a good look. Drying your hands, you jump at the sound of keys in a lock.

Now you could get the awkward part over with.

The door swings wide as Ray steps in, dawned in his leather jacket like the night before. You smile and fold your arms, feeling a tug in your loins. Beer goggles or not, Ray Harris was a handsome man. Though now in the light of day you could see his age. You knew he was older than you, but now that you could clearly see the lines etched into his skin, you realized just how significant it was. As warmth pooled in your stomach, Ray tosses his jacket on the back of a chair and kicks the door closed with the back of his boot. He catches your eyes and smirks.

“Hey kiddo, how’d you sleep?”

Tension eases off your shoulders as your cheeks go pink.

“Oh, hi- yeah, I, well, great I think,”

You feel like a schoolgirl with a crush on your teacher. Ray crosses the room towards you in three strides and he slips his arm around your hips as he leans in. His mouth was on yours before you could speak again. The man tasted of mint with a hint of tobacco, which you got to taste as his tongue forces past your teeth and swipes across yours. Head spinning, you snap your hands to cup his cheeks, kissing him with equal vigor. So much for feeling awkward.

He was moving you backwards, using his larger frame to guide you until you bumped into the kitchen island. Your lips were crashing together obscenely loud, and Ray devoured your mouth like it was his last day on Earth. You cannot help the mewl that stutters in the back of your throat as your hands wander down the expanse of his torso. Breaking the kiss, Ray peppers soft pecks along your jaw and you turn your head to offer your throat. He rumbles, licking over your velvety flesh before biting down hard enough to draw a gasp.

Ray was a man possessed. His large, strong hands pawing your sides and groping your breasts by the fistful. He couldn’t get enough of you. “Sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up, had shit to do.” His voice is like thunder against your skin. “Woulda fucked you first thing.” He added, suddenly hoisting you up to sit on the edge of the islands top. You were reeling, your ability to form a coherent sentence long gone now that lust had made your brain blow a fuse.

All you could think of was him and how much more you needed.

You reach down and pull your dress up to your hips, exposing the soaked fabric of your panties. This prompted Ray to draw back, watching as you widen your legs to offer him everything he wanted. Those husky eyes of his taking in every inch of you like a hungry animal. A wolfish grin sprawled over his face and exposed edged, predatorial teeth as he reached down to fumble and open his belt.

“Looks like my girl wants it too.”

He effortlessly takes his cock out while simultaneously pushing your panties to the side. Ray draws in a breath, able to smell the delectable heat of your cunt from there. You blush, leaning back onto your palms to brace yourself. The older man slots between your legs and tugs you closer to the edge, your ass nearly hanging off as he guides himself against your folds. “Damn, missed this fucking cunt,” He sighs as his swollen tip nudges your tight opening. “Let’s see if it missed me.” You see a flash of teeth before Ray drives inside of you to the hilt.

A cry erupts from deep inside of you. His cock filling you to near painful degrees and the tip nudging near your cervix. Chest heaving, you lift one of your legs to drape over his shoulder as your cunt resizes around him. The dull ache from earlier long forgotten as he stretches you. Ray’s head turned to kiss your knee while his hands encompassed your hips in a grip that would certainly bruise. “That’s it.” He purred, before pulling his hips back.

You feel empty, but only for a moment before he drives himself inside a second time, then a third. Each impact jerking your body upwards, forcing loud cries to spill from your lips. The burn of the friction mixed with the head of his cock nudging dangerously close to your end had you coming undone. Ray was watching you as he rocked his hips steadily, building up his momentum gradually. You whine as he leans over you and pecks your lips, smiling impishly against them. “You like that? Splitting open on my cock?”

The lewdness makes your head turn and eyes fly shut. Your cunt betrays you as it twitches and squeezes around him, making the older man grunt in surprise. “I’ll take that as a yes.” You don’t need to see him to know he toted a smug expression. You groan as his hips begin to rabbit into you, your body bouncing rapidly now as you suddenly drop onto your back and cry out for him. One of your hands covers your face, trying to conceal how utterly fucked out you were.

Ray hunkers over you and suddenly rips the top of your dress down, exposing your tits. You shriek, canting your hips to meet his erratic thrusts as something familiar builds inside of you. He’s stoking your flame, pushing rapidly towards your peak. His hand finds purchase around your throat, squeezing hard enough to limit your air flow. Mouth gaping, you swing your hand away from your face and knock what remained on the countertop away. You’re howling, becoming an uncontrollable animal below him as he rocked viciously hard inside you. The man groans, leaning over to look at your face and admire how red you got. “T-that’s it, that’s it.” His voice came in heavy pants, becoming winded in his old age.

Nothing mattered outside this moment. Ray hammering inside you, oozing precum along your walls while you squelched noisily around him. Both of you were panting now, your body twitching and writhing while your nails sought purchase. You grab at his arm and he tightens his grip around your neck until you see spots. That was it, and within three more full body thrusts you felt him break you. A strangled scream bursts forth and you throw your head back, convulsing and shaking as you cum. Your walls bare down onto his cock, squeezing erratically and milking him for all he’s worth.

Ray was encouraging you, his own thrusts sloppy and uneven. He could feel how you tightened and nearly threatened to force him out, but he kept rocking. When he could take it no longer, he put both hands on your hips and threw his entire weight into you, trying to drive his cock further than before. Giving a choked groan, his eyes shut tightly and head fell to your breasts as he came. You could feel the twitch of his orgasm pulsing inside of you, and knew the searing warmth you felt was his cum painting your insides. Mindlessly stroking his greying hair, you relax finally as you try to catch your breath.

The two of you remained connected, breathing each other’s air and decompressing while your hearts attempted to find a normal rhythm. Ray kissed your breasts and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp softly and arch. He rumbles and pops his lips off before smiling and licking around the pert bud slowly. “T-hanks for u-uh, breakfast.” You managed to stammer, your cunt fluttering around him.

Ray sucked it back between his lips and gave a low ‘mhm’ around you, his hips lazily pushing and dragging his softened cock inside of you. Your head was spinning from all the stimulation, and your blunt nails dig into his scalp. You felt on fire, every nerve ending hyper sensitive now. After just a few moments, Ray lifts off of you and begrudgingly slides out. The emptiness that follows made you shudder, and you sit up to look at him.

“Get in the shower.”

You raise your brows, a shiver running down your spine at the intensity of his command.

“Gonna join me?” You chirp as you slip off the island. Your legs were wobbly now and you grip at him for support. Ray had put himself away before he wrapped an arm around you. He wore a smile as he leaned down and kissed into your hair. “Since you asked so nicely, sure.”

Leading you to the bathroom, Ray opened the door and flicked the switch on. It was simple, a little messy which didn’t surprise you at all. What did catch your attention was the broken mirror. You were no forensic scientist but you’d seen enough punched mirrors to know what one looked like. Catching your gaze, Ray shrugged. “Accidents happen, especially when booze is involved.” His dismissive nature was charming, and you liked how uninterested he felt about things.

“Like last night?”

He heaved a laugh as he opened the curtain and turned on the water. “Is that what you think?” His voice was an amused hum. Your eyes follow along his strong arms and admire his tattoos, before drifting down and catching his hands. The noticeable veins and bruised knuckles made you feel hot in the face. “I didn’t say that, you did.” You shrug, still smiling. When he finished setting the temperature he turned and looked down at you in thought.

“That was no accident, and if you think I regret it, I don’t regret a single thing I’ve done.”

The space between you both was tense. Eyes locked and unflinching as you stared one another down with the shower hissing in the background. Closing the distance, you pull him down by the shoulders and kiss him unlike anyone you have ever kissed before. His arms fly around you as he stumbles from your weight knocking into his. He kisses back with equal fervor, knocking your teeth together in a battle of dominance. Ray felt consumed by you, encompassed by that youthful energy you had and wanting to bury himself within it forever. His tongue rolls with yours while his lips clash. He brought one of his hands up to cup the back of your head and keep you in place.

A whimper escaped your throat as you lap at his mouth, desperate to take anything he gave. You were wet, leaking his cum down your thighs and aching for more. You’d never felt this way before, something about Ray lit fireworks off inside your belly and robbed you of common sense. When he breaks the kiss, he chuckles at the line of spit connecting you both. “Needy girl.” He wipes his mouth before kissing your forehead. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, Ray, fuck I need you.” Part of you felt pathetic to beg, the other part didn’t care.

Ray smiles and touches your chin to tilt your head back and kiss you gently. “Get in the shower.”

There was a comfort in the playfulness of your rapport. Something about Ray made it easy for you to get along with him. He didn’t look at you like the younger men did. You enjoyed the way he grabbed you and kissed you, like he feared the end was coming. Smiling against his mouth, you nip at his lips and draw backwards to climb in. Water splashes your skin in a comforting, warm embrace and you sigh loudly in relief. You couldn’t recall the last time you showered – shamefully. After you rinse your hair, you steal a glance in his direction and realize he has not moved. Standing with a shoulder against the wall, Ray folded his arms over his chest and observed you in his shower.

“Like what you see?”

The man chuckles quietly and nods. “I do.” He rolled his wrist with a finger pointed. “Turn around for me.”

Heat burns your cheeks, and you laugh, doing a slow twirl for him before turning to face him again. “Not like you haven’t seen it all already.” A smile tugs on your lips, and you lean your shoulders against the cool tiled wall. Ray tilts his head before shrugging. “Well, not sober, at least,” he pauses, “Does it hurt?” His hand gestures to his throat, and you look confused.

Ray grabs his phone and opens the front facing camera to show you.

At first, you hardly recognized yourself. It had been too long since you saw your own reflection. “Jesus Christ.” You frown and tilt your chin up while looking at the camera. A band of bruised skin wrapped around your throat. As you try to recall last night, you notice the bitemarks on your shoulders and neck that you didn’t remember receiving. “God, Ray, you really know how to mark a girl.” There is some humor in your tone, but not much. You enjoyed the idea of being rough, but this seemed a little too much.

A notification pings on the top of the screen, you catch a name, Raymond, before he yanks the phone away from you and shoves it into his back pocket. “Sorry about that. I got a little over excited.” He explained, pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. “Never got to fuck someone as young n’ pretty as you.” He smirked as he winked, and your stomach went into knots. You huff a laugh and flick water at him before turning back to the stream. “Just get in here.”

He disrobes and steps in behind you. The barrel of his chest and thick stomach pressing into your back as he draws the curtain shut. Steam rises around you both, and you sigh while leaning into him. Two powerful arms slip around your stomach, and he pulls you firmly against him, his mouth pecking at your shoulder. Turning, you lean up and kiss him again under the stream of water. His lips chase yours, swallowing you whole as he nudges you up against the shower wall, your lips smacking together noisily.

You can’t help but groan as he places a hand on your breast, his thumb swiping over your pert nipple before he pinches it gently. A soft cry escapes your lips, and you arch into his touch. “Y-you’re fuckin’ killing me.” You gasp into his mouth, tasting his tongue and groaning around it. Ray smirks, pecking your lips again before pulling back.

“Not yet.”

The shower was pleasant. Ray seemed to enjoy washing your hair and admiring your body with his large, calloused hands. He even leaned down and let you lather shampoo into his own tresses, his eyes closed and expression at peace as he relished in your touch. Aside from a little squeezing here and there, Ray didn’t make another move. It had been intimate, close, enjoyable. You felt closer to him than you had before going in. After, you step out and meticulously dry your body before your hair and watch as Ray swipes his head with his own towel before wrapping it leisurely around his hips.

Ray takes you in, his eyes scoring your frame before he hums and tugs your towel away from you. “Missed a couple spots, kiddo.” As you begin to argue, Ray drops his head to your collar and licks a small bead of liquid from your skin. The strike of his hot tongue makes your breath catch in your throat, and a soft whine escapes your lips. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He mumbles, dragging his mouth down and sucking your breast between his lips. He lathes you with his tongue, rolling over your nipple as well as the areola. Ray moans against you, popping his mouth off noisily before focusing on the other breast and repeating the process.

“God,” You sigh, your mouth open and head back as your fingers weave into his greying locks. The suction caused your thighs to press together and your hips to squirm. Pulling his head back with an obnoxiously loud ‘pop’, Ray seals his mouth over yours. He couldn’t get enough of you, and it showed. Licking into your mouth and over your teeth, he fondles your breasts before reluctantly moving backwards. “C’mon, with me.” Your head spun as he took your hand and pulled you towards the bedroom. Giggling softly, you fall onto your back on the bed and look up at him through your lashes.

Lingering above you, Ray feels the blood redirect to his cock once again. Not since his youth had he been able to recover and get hard so soon. You did something to him that he could not explain. “Open up for me. Let me see you.” His voice was husky and demanding, making butterflies soar in your stomach. You hadn’t felt shy the first time you fucked but now you were quite bashful. “Don’t make me ask again, kid.” He warns, removing his towel from his waist and letting it crumble to the floor around his ankles. You squeak, then part your knees.

Watching you open for him, Ray looked down at the junction of your legs. Your soft folds, pink and glistening with slick, and your little opening, oozing his cum from earlier. Wordlessly, Ray drops to his knees and grabs your hips to tug you towards the edge of the mattress. You gasp, then shriek as his warm mouth encompasses your pussy. Giving a quick lick over your slit, Ray presses a sloppy kiss to your clit before bumping it with his nose. Sparks set off under your skin and your stomach begins to tighten. You cry for him, a hand winding into his hair once more.

“Spread yourself for me.” He rumbles, sucking another kiss to the puffy bud at the apex of your cunt. “Now.” You quickly bring your hand between your legs and use your fingers to open your folds for him. Now with your clit exposed, Ray kisses your knuckles as a thanks. “Good girl.” His tongue flicks out against the underside before he sucks his lips around it gently. You keen, your thighs trembling as you buck up towards his mouth, chasing that delectable suction. “R-ray, f-fuck.” You mewl again, chasing his mouth with your thrusts.

The man hums around you, rolling his tongue in slow circles around the bud before sucking it between his lips. Ray enjoyed your taste, your flavor, everything about you that made you unique to him. He places his hands on the back of your knees and suddenly lifts upward, forcing you to bend at the waist. Ray shakes his head against you, lapping and sucking your cunt with reckless abandon. Your sounds only spur him further, and he moans around your sopping flesh. You could feel yourself rising fast, and Ray knew it. The way your breathing shuddered, and you began to gasp uncontrollably, followed by the twitches in your muscles and the tightening of your vocal cords.

Right as you were on the edge of release, he stops. Groaning in dismay, you look down at him through hazy orbs and stare questioningly. You wanted to ask why, to scream and yell and demand he finish you off, but no words came to mind. Brain fuzzy, all you could do was watch as Ray lifted to his full height and wrapped his fist around the base of his now fully erect cock. “Such a messy little thing,” He sighs, tapping the mushroom tip of his head against your mound.

“Ray- “

“So desperate too. My girl wants to cum so bad, doesn’t she?” He continues, dragging his head through your folds and stopping when the tip bumped your swollen clit.

Your body jerks and your back lifts slightly, a frustrated whine building inside of you. You wring your hands through the blankets below and try not to let him see how much his taunting is getting you off. “Please,” You whine finally. “Please f-fuck me, I wanna cum.” The humiliation causes your face to burn red and your stomach to twist. If you weren’t still teetering on the edge of cumming, you would’ve told him to fuck off. A smile dawns on his face and he bucks his hips twice, bumping his tip against your clit again before he drags down towards your soaked opening.

“I don’t know,” He sighed. “Sounds like you’re being a bit demanding.” Ray used his thumb to spread your folds before dipping his cock inside of you. You keen, then whine once more when you realize he stopped after only giving you the tip. “Still not any better, princess?” Ray brings his hand to your pubic bone and presses down gently, before his thick thumb begins to pad your throbbing clit. When you cry out, he stops moving it but keeps the pressure applied. “Uh-oh,”

You felt strung above a cliff, unable to dive off no matter how badly you wanted to. The heat that had simmered in your stomach was now molten hot, driving you further into your frenzy. Ray was barely stretching you and already you were twitching around him, your cunt trying its best to draw him further inside. Watching you intently, Ray smiles and pets your clit with his thumb. “You feel so good around me baby girl. So hot, so tight.” He sighed and gave a half thrust, pushing his head only a centimeter in before popping it back out. You groan, shuddering at the loss of him, before whimpering as he pushes it back inside, stretching you around him once more.

Ray grunts. He wets his lips and flares his nostrils in a huff as he watches you carefully. “Ray,” you pule softly, “I’m – please, I need you, it hurts, please.” There was sincerity in your words. His thumb had kept you close to that edge for long enough, and now you were ready to fall. Ray smiles and slowly begins to push inside, stopping inch by inch just to hear you whine again. When he gets halfway, he stops. His cock stretches inside of you, the bulbous tip nudged against your g-spot and making your breathing quicken.

“Say you’re mine.”

You don’t think about it, because you don’t care.

“I’m yours, f-fuck I’m yours Ray!” You wheek again, near tears now.

When he finally relents, it’s explosive. Ray groans and sinks inside of you with a noisy plap, his stomach taking over for his thumb and pressing down on your clit. Your hands fly upwards, grasping into his wrists and holding on as the world floated around you. “Fuck,” He growls, drawing out halfway before he slams in again. He decides on a quick and hard pace. Your skin impacting noisily, and the bed frame hits the wall each time he crams completely within. You are shrieking, your cunt squelching around him obscenely loud as he drove himself deep. Mouth hanging open, you drag your nails into his arms and throw your head back, crying out and babbling for him. Nothing makes sense, nothing matters, only him.

Ray pounds inside of you like he hates you. “You belong to me,” He strains between grunts, his left hand closing around your throat. “Mine. Mine!” He snaps, leaning his weight into his thrusts now and jerking your body up the bed with each one. You are screaming now, fireworks popping behind your eyelids as your muscles tense and pleasure bursts inside of you in waves.

Clenching down around him, your cunt bears down on him as you cum. Ray follows shortly after you, bucking you through your orgasm before locking your pelvises together. He groans at the heavenly squeeze around his dick, meticulously pulling rope after rope of hot cum from him. He pants, dropping his head down and releasing your neck as he kisses you.

As he slows, you realize he’s pulling out and climbing into the bed beside you. The two of you are breathless, and he has rendered you boneless. The aftershocks of your orgasm still cause you to weakly clench and shudder, your thighs still shivering as well. Turning your body, you curl into him and kiss at what skin you can. Ray wraps his arms around you and squeezes you gently, kissing into your hair as he pants. There were a lot of things heavy on his mind now. All of them pertaining to you.

When you felt like you could speak, you lift your head and look up at him, catching him in thought. “You’re something else, Mister.” You grin, flashing your teeth playfully when you notice the corner of his mouth tugging. “Well, the same can be said about you.” Ray turns to meet your gaze, his azure orbs lidded with exhaustion. Smiling, you lean into him with what strength you have left and peck his mouth before flopping your head to his shoulder. Laying in silence, you settle yourself as your heartbeat returns to normal and your lungs settle. You lay a hand on his chest and trace invisible lines and patterns across his skin.

“Who’s Raymond?” You ask finally.

He's quiet for a moment. “My brother.”

“Oh, - wait, really?”

“Mhm.”

You were smiling, your fingers stopping in their tracks while you shift to look up at him. “Raymond and Ray? You’re joking.” Ray looks at you and his brows vex. “My father liked to fuck with us. He’d call me Raymond and him Ray, get us all confused, try to say one was the other.” Sighed the man as he pets his fingers into your hair at the base of your skull. “Pain in my ass, my brother.” You lay your head down and consider what he’s told you, finding the reveal of information to be enlightening. Humming, you close your eyes and think about what he said.

“You two close?”

Ray remained silent, his head back and eyes transfixed on the rotating ceiling fan’s blades. He sucks his teeth and licks over each one in the front before breathing a sigh. “We used to be.” The man withdrew from you and sat up, shifting himself to sit at the edge of the bed. Confused, you scoot into him and put your head to his shoulder, giving him a moment of silence. You weren’t a mind reader, but based on the quiet, heated conversation he had the other night on the phone, and how he seemed reluctant to talk about him, you could put together that his family was a sore subject.

He appreciated your touch, finding the closeness comforting. Heaving a sigh, Ray shifts his shoulders, and you lift to look at him thoughtfully. “You hungry?” He asks, rising to his feet and crossing the room to his dresser, looking for boxers. Touching your stomach, you consider before nodding. “Sure, I could eat.” Smiling, you slip off the bed and stand up. “How about you take me back into town and we go for dinner before getting my car?” You offer, looking around for the clothes you’ve left behind. Ray pauses, not looking at you before he finishes hiking up his shorts. He dresses in jeans and grabs a wrinkled, white wife-beater to throw on with it.

The tension in the quiet makes tugs your nerves. You felt awkward suddenly, like you had said the wrong thing and upset him. “Not like I’m trying to run away or anything,” you add quickly, offering a shy smile. “I just don’t wanna be a burden or overstay my welcome.” Ray glances at you and visibly relaxes. “You aren’t.” He smiles and pops a mint into his mouth, sucking on it as he thinks. “Why don’t we take my ride and go get something to eat. Grab your car and you come back here with me? Stay the weekend?” He offered, dropping the plastic wrap on the floor. A smile branches across your face, the uncertainty gone as your heart throbs.

“Sounds like a plan to me!”

You dress yourself in old clothes and slip into your shoes. Ray grabs you as you both walk towards the front door, laughing. He dodges your swatting hands and grins as he slaps your ass before opening the door for you. You couldn’t remember the last time you had fun like this. No strings attached, just two people enjoying each other’s company and having a great time. Ray locks the door behind you, and you bounce down the front steps and into the grass, your eyes flicking to the tree line again as he starts for his car.

Standing near the bushes, you could make out a vaguely familiar shape. Once your eyes come to focus, you gasp quietly as you realize it’s a lovely little white rabbit. Its ears twitch as it notices you. You both watch one another before it suddenly vanishes into the underbrush. Smiling brightly, you turn your head and walk towards the passenger side of Ray’s car. When you climb in, you grunt and pull the door closed as he’s turning on the engine.

“You get a lot of rabbits out here?” You ask, adjusting the air vents on your side.

Ray looks at you as you buckle up, and he sucks the mint in thought. “Not anymore,” He leans back and checks the rearview as the car begins to reverse. You look at him again and push your hand through your hair. “What do you mean?” You chirp, unable to resist the urge to ask. As Ray backs you both onto the dirt road and gets you going in the right direction, he sighs and reaches for the radio.

“Wolves got ‘em.”

[budgie-city]

"Budgie City" — how is it organized and what is the story about?

Hello, I'm glad you decided to read my lore article about "Budgie City". The second article talks about where this world came from in general and how I came up with the idea. If you haven't read that article yet, you can check it out here. This article right here will tell you about the world itself and the society of the budgies, as well as describe the plot of the book in general terms. I remind you that the book is currently in the process of writing and will only be published when I have finished it completely.

Fundamentals of the "Budgie City" world

Yes, this is a story about talking animals, in particular, about birds! Set in a world much more wild than our own, filled with lush forests and untouched lands, you can meet the wild variety of birds (the story focuses on parrots though) you may know from all across the globe. From Australian (Cockatoos, Cockatiels, Grass parrots, etc.), African (Lovebirds, Ring-necked parakeets, Grey parrots), and South American parrots (Macaws, Amazons, Short-tailed parrots) to Weavers, Sunbirds, and occasionally even birds-of-paradise - you may find a broad spectrum of non-predatory birds residing right here.

But, of course, the bulk of the population of Budgie City, the main setting of the story, consists of colorful budgies. The city is essentially a large colony that has developed enough to turn into a complex system that depends not only on internal organization, but also on foreign trading. Trading between colonies in their world is based on barter, though inside cities there are local currencies — in most cases they are not metal coins, since metal is a rare and heavy material for birds, but they have their own kind of money equivalent.

The only species that has mastered metallurgy are African Grey parrots. Their colonies settle near volcanoes, and they are one of the only birds strong enough to handle such heavy materials. Therefore, metal is the main trading resource for them.

To show you what other species living in the city have to offer, I have this small excerpt from the first chapter that summarizes this quite concisely:

"Large parrots, due to their large carrying capacity, could easily transport quite bulky baskets with all kinds of food or raw materials, therefore, instead of independently transporting goods to other colonies, the budgies simply unloaded the goods large parrots brought, loaded them with their own and sent them back. Macaws most often brought figs and wild apples, cockatoos were famous for their special success in growing berries and gathering wild bee honey, grey parrots were the only birds in these forests who tamed metal... each species could provide something of its own to others, and as a result, all neighboring forests lived on trade links with each other. Budgies were skilled craftsmen in the manufacture of wooden utensils, and their chicks were believed to have the softest fluff among all parrots. So the fluff of the chicks that came down with molts was carefully collected, and other birds used it for the most delicate bedding in their own nests."

For such mentioned exchanges between the different birds, there is a trading base in the city — a group of large platforms on the trunk of the main baobab, where birds arriving with cargo are received, and cargo from the budgies is sent to other similar colonies.

The Budgie city stands "on seven baobabs" — an analogy to one well-known large city in our real world, which I came up with in 2014, and has since then remained more or less unchanged.

As can be understood from the scheme, the Seventh Baobab is considered the main one — it stands in the center and it is surrounded by the main structures that secure the functioning of the city. The remaining six baobabs are mostly residential. Instead of roads there are rope bridges connecting the structures to one another, which prove quite convenient in the case of carrying something around or to simply reduce the energy consumption that continuous flying demands. They start from the platforms on the baobabs, form multi-tiered intersections on the lower and branching trees standing between the baobabs, whereby, of course, this web converges on the seventh central one.

As for common areas, there are the market, the canteen, the baths (some are located on the Third baobab + the pool in the crown of the Seventh) and numerous interest clubs scattered throughout the city. For example, there are several board game clubs based in the crown of the Fifth Baobab, which the main characters tend to visit, especially Gesha and Gosha (since the two initially met at checkers).

Seventh Baobab concept art (artwork by me and @blackteaarts)

How did Budgie City come into being? Are there other cities in this universe?

Budgie City was founded by Phoenix. A bird whose species is unknown to anyone, so she is considered unique by the other residents. In addition to that no one knows her real age — she outlived those who helped her founding the city, outlived their children and their grandchildren, and so on. At this point no one is even trying to guess how old she is and where she came from. There were rumors about her, which had long become urban legends that every chick knows — they say she has magical abilities and can control fire. But there is no real evidence of this anywhere. In fact, no one living in the city has ever noticed anything supernatural about her — she is just a wise, kind bird with beautiful plumage, who treats every citizen like a mother treats her chick — with love and care.

Chroniclers often tell stories about how she herself was once raised among budgies and considers them part of her kind, and therefore decided to create a place where her sworn brethren can live in harmony and prosperity. Until then budgies had never lived in a colony this large before — usually they resided in rather small communities scattered many hundreds of square kilometers away from each other. Therefore Budgie City is the biggest known colony around. In number of citizens, it surpasses almost all others, which is why it is the center of attention of all the inhabitants of the surrounding forests.

Other parrots and some weavers live in a similar way. Small colonies have built their settlements right around the baobabs — in so-called suburbs, but similar formations exist in other places very far from the Budgie City as well.

What is the plot of the book?

I want to clarify that the book is currently in the process of writing in the form of a paper draft, and will be published only after the completion of the full work. Here I will give a brief description of the plot in general, without spoilers or delving into details, but so that you can have an idea of what this story is about.

In the peaceful and steady life of Budgie City — a life without any prerequisites ever before, there is a sudden turning point — Phoenix disappears. Moreover, she does not just go missing, but literally incinerates, leaving behind only one golden feather. In its entire history, the city had never had to change its mayor before, since Phoenix had ruled continuously since its foundation, so confusion and panic among the residents ensues. The so-called Royal Family, a circle of Phoenix's close advisers, who are direct descendants of the budgies who helped her founding this city, decide to hand over the reins to whom they deem the most responsible and emotionally resistant of them — Clementine and Jack.

But in a fit of desire to preserve their relationship with their son Fenya, who is slowly distancing from them, the couple, without putting it out as a question to the rest of the advisers first, use their new powers, and hand the reign to him. Subsequently, Fenya is now at the head of the city — an unstable, egocentric, arrogant yesterday-teenager. Having been partially raised by a zebra finch nanny, he sees more traits of finches in himself than those seen in other budgies. Therefore invites them to live in the city and he certainly does not go into details about why finches were never favored in the colonies of parakeets. Because there are good reasons for that... Finches are not just small and harmless birds, especially when there are a lot of them. And very soon the residents of the city will feel the effect of the appearances of the uncalled visitors…

In the midst of the ever growing chaos lives Gesha. A quiet florist who loves his routine filled with greenery and quiet pastime, who had always rested in a rather small circle of acquaintances, is forced to get out of his comfort zone and starts acting against the messy situation at hand. All because, it seems to him, that everyone around him prefers to believe and hope that everything will get fixed by itself, when this is clearly not the case. His friend Gosha is of the same opinion — although he often gets a bit carried away by his desire to administer justice (periodically turning into stupid brawls). He's just like that — against everything bad and for everything good, but tends to cross the line sometimes. Together they decide to create a secret society where they keep records of everything that upsets the citizens in this new reign, and try to find ways to solve these problems. While Gesha wants to deal with the situation through negotiations, Gosha, as usual, is more eager for a showdown.

Further down the line, Yasha appears — a native of a remote village who came from distant forests, where Budgie City is only considered a legend. He is a hopeless dreamer and a restless talker, but just as he is looking for a cozy home in this, for him, new and magnificent place, it is meanwhile literally bursting at the seams. Which soon forces Yasha to take off the metaphorical rose-colored glasses and, together with his new friends, face the harsh reality head-on.

Will the united citizens be able to solve the problem of the finch invasion and pacify the restless Fenya? Or maybe even bring Phoenix back? You will find it all out when the book is completed!

Huge thanks to @annchanorsomethin for helping with translation of this article!

[scalamore]

YM idioms/phrases Pt 2

More KR --> ENG phrases/idioms that can't be translated by MTL

Hangul: longshoe, longcheue Direct translation: the long choux looked delicious. Localised translation: The eclair looked delicious. The nuance/author’s intent lost here, is that the author name dropped herself in the series. Eclair-nim’s nickname is of the dessert “Eclair” which can be described as a long choux pastry.

MTL: You're part of my circle (doesn't specify shape or group) Direct translation: You’re part of my circle (shape). Localised translation: You’re part of my world See my previous post on the nuance/author’s intent, but basically a direct translation would not register that the circle doesn’t mean a group, but rather of a shape -> a circle —> round/sphere —> world. The nuance is that Rupert is admitting that Lari is part of his world now, and not just recognizing she’s his ally.

Direct translation: Occasionally, he would eat honey chestnuts, but that was nowhere near violent by his standards. Actual meaning: Honey chestnut means to "lightly strike someone's head". The nuance: Occasionally, he would bop (Lari) on the head as a 'punishment' when she defied him, and both him and Lari don't actually consider it an actual punishment. Direct translation: I don’t know what kind of stone you rolled in from, but I won’t let you interfere with my romance with Lehan. Actual meaning: It’s a Korean idiom that not only is an idiom, but has multiple different meanings depending on the context., but one of them meant “i don’t know why you’re so confident”, and the other is “I don’t care who you are/where you’re from/what you’ll do”. The nuance: In the end, given the context and nuances, the localized translation would be “I don’t know where you get your confidence, but I don’t care who you are or what you plan to do, I won’t let you interfere with my romance with Lehan. Direct translation: I would remember a raw gem (Madame Arve). Better translation: I would remember an unpolished gem (Madam Arve). Initially one would think the “raw gem” is the ton of jewels Rupert paid her to make Lari look nice, but the context is that Madame Arve sees Lari as the perfect blank canvas model to doll up and promote her designs. Essentially, Lari’s hidden, untapped beautify. If you also recall, Lari’s also been called a “jewel/gem” two other times in the series: by her father, and LeMille. Because she’s worth so much more than she appears at first glance. Direct translation: Rupert showed no blood or tears at Eva's death. Actual meaning: "no blood or tears" means merciless The nuance: Lari explains that because Rupert was so expressionless at Eva's death during the public funeral, some argued that he's a cruel, merciless person because of his lack of tears/response. This contrasts to the start of the series, where she called him a complete merciless tyrant, but now she understands he just has overwhelming indifference because to him, Eva had died many many years ago

Direct translation: Nelly says she has a light mouth Actual meaning: "light mouth" means someone who can't hold a secret/will gossip ASAP The nuance: Lari can tell right away that Nelly is a gossip, and even says she's a "heavy" mouth = can't hold a secret at all lol Direct translation: Honey dripping from one's eyes Actual meaning: Used when someone is looking at another lovingly The Nuance: Rupelali lol

Direct translation: Sprinkle dirt on him (his eyes) Actual meaning: Not an idiom, but a KR custom: During a funeral, dirt is sprinkled on the coffin as a way to "complete" the life cycle and provide closure. The nuance: After the Count betrays Lari AGAIN, and Lari is clear she is no longer of House Belois and chooses to be with Rupert, Rupert is serious when he tells her to sprinkle dirt on trash dad, who is passed out on the floor cuz Lari attacked him. This means that by doing so, Lari is FINALLY letting go of the shackles that House Belois placed on her, and getting the closure she needed against her father Direct translation: that’s my ho (yes that's it, that's what MTL gives you when look it up) Actual meaning: this is actually an onomatopoeia? an action of blowing on a wound on kids to make them stop crying. The nuance: During a flirting session, Lari was a little rough and scratched Rupert. She's apologetic and blows on his wound to soothe him, but he's like "that's it?" cuz he was hoping for her to apologize with a (passionate) kiss. ^^;

Another idiom:

Direct translation: light butt

Actual meaning: easily convinced/swayed

[downtoearthmarkets]

Rosh Hashanah is a festival celebrating the start of the Jewish New Year that occurs in late summer or early fall. This year Rosh Hashanah begins at sundown next Wednesday, October 2nd and ends at nightfall on Friday, October 4th. It marks the start of the Jewish High Holidays, a ten-day period of reflection and repentance, leading up to Yom Kippur, also known as the Day of Atonement.

Like many religious holidays, Rosh Hashanah’s origins are connected to the agricultural cycle. In Semitic cultures of the ancient Near East, the new year was celebrated in the fall after the harvest was gathered and the growing season is over. This is a time of great bounty when fresh fruits and vegetables are at their peak abundance.

The culinary customs at Rosh Hashanah reflect the bounty of the harvest season and often include symbolic foods called simanim which are eaten to help ensure a good new year ahead. As you plan your holiday menu this year, here are several traditional foods that you can easily find in the farmers market this weekend.

A Sweet Start 

It's customary to dip sliced raw apples in honey at Rosh Hashanah to symbolize the hope for sweetness and health in the coming year.

Honey was the sweetener of choice in biblical times, as neither sugar nor maple syrup were known to the Israelites. Israel is described in the Bible as flowing with “milk and honey,” so enjoying honey at Rosh Hashanah is a reminder of the historic connection with the Holy Land.

Apples are eaten for both their healing power and their sweetness.  The apple tree is honored in biblical passages for its specialness among the other trees of the forest, as well as for the sweetness and attractive aroma of its fruit.

Some of the best locally grown apples for Rosh Hashanah are those that are bursting with sweetness like Gala, Golden Delicious, Fuji and Red Delicious. Their sugary crispness will pair perfectly with the premium local honey you can find in our farmers markets. Our honey vendors’ products are influenced by the surrounding environment, or “terroir,”, that the bees feed upon, which gives their different honeys unique and complex flavors. 

Putting Your Heads Together 

In Hebrew, Rosh Hashanah literally means “head of the year,”and including some sort of head on the menu is a symbolic representation of that. It’s a way to start the year off by moving forward and making progress, rather than lingering in the rear. When served, it’s customary to recite the blessing “May we be heads, not tails”, as a reminder to be like heads—leaders and changemakers—and not tails, or followers.

Traditionally, sheep or fish heads were eaten, but you can achieve the same effect by serving a whole, locally caught fish from American Pride Seafood or P&S Seafood. For the vegetarians and vegans at the table, a head can be incorporated in dishes made from vegetables with a head such as cauliflower, cabbage, garlic and lettuce.

The Pumpkin Homonym 

The Hebrew word for pumpkin or gourd is karah, which is similar in pronunciation and spelling to the word meaning “to be torn or ripped away” and the word meaning “to proclaim.” The homonyms gave rise to a tradition of eating pumpkin on Rosh Hashanah to convey the hope that one's merits and good deeds from the past year will be proclaimed and any evil decrees will be ripped up. As the gourd is consumed, a blessing to this effect is recited.

Pumpkin and winter squash come into season in late summer and early fall, which further strengthens their associations with Rosh Hashanah. Plus, pumpkin's rich golden color is linked with happiness, a common wish for the coming year. Enjoy this recipe for Moroccan Pumpkin Soup which is a popular choice for Rosh Hashanah.

Round it Out With Challah 

It’s traditional to eat challah on Shabbat and other Jewish holidays. However, on Rosh Hashanah, challah is specially baked in a round shape to symbolize many things including continuity, the wheel of the seasons, and a spiral of upward progress.

Challah is also made a little sweeter than usual for the new year, and sometimes raisins or apples are mixed in. Of course, many people bake homemade challah for Rosh Hashanah. But, if you’re pressed for time, our bread vendors carry round challah to make your holiday prep just a bit easier.

We wish Shanah Tovah to all that celebrate, and we look forward to seeing you in the farmers market this weekend!

[rabbitcruiser]

International Eat An Apple Day

Keep those pesky doctors at bay—at least for a day. Try a new apple-based recipe, slice one up to eat with peanut butter or honey, or just bite into a crisp apple.

Get ready for a crunch! International Eat An Apple Day invites everyone to enjoy the crisp, delicious taste of apples in all their varieties. From the tartness of Granny Smith to the sweet crunch of Honeycrisp, there’s an apple out there for every palate​​.

Why do we celebrate this day, you ask? Apples are not just tasty; they’re packed with benefits. Eating an apple can boost your health in numerous ways.

They’re rich in fiber, vitamins, and antioxidants, making them a smart snack choice. These nutrients can help protect against diseases, support heart health, and even manage weight. Plus, they’re part of a green diet, eco-friendly when choosing local varieties​​​​.

How can you join in the fun? Easy! Grab an apple and enjoy its natural goodness. Or, get creative in the kitchen with apple pies, ciders, or even caramelized apples.

Don’t forget to share the love. Encourage friends and family to indulge in this healthy habit, spreading the word about the day’s significance and all the tasty possibilities apples offer​​​​.

This day is more than just a reason to snack; it’s a global celebration of a fruit that has been adored for centuries.

With thousands of varieties to choose from and countless ways to enjoy them, International Eat An Apple Day is truly a festive highlight of September. So, mark your calendars and get ready to bite into the celebrations!

History of International Eat An Apple Day

International Eat An Apple Day has roots that reach deep into history, touching on the apple’s journey across continents and cultures.

Apples, originally from Central Asia, near the Tien Shan mountains, have traveled far and wide. Traders along the Silk Road introduced them to Europe, and European colonists later brought them to America.

The apple has been featured in numerous stories and myths globally, from the Arabian Nights to Greek mythology, showcasing its importance across different cultures​​.

The day is celebrated on the third Saturday of September each year. This timing is perfect as it coincides with the apple harvest in many parts of the world. The celebration encourages people to enjoy apples in any form, from a raw, crunchy bite to a piece of warm, inviting apple pie​​​​.

The reasons for celebrating International Eat An Apple Day are as varied and rich as the history of apples themselves.

Apples are incredibly versatile fruits that can be enjoyed in numerous ways, from baking into pies and crumbles to adding a sweet crunch to salads. Beyond their delicious taste, apples offer numerous health benefits. They are packed with fiber, vitamins, and antioxidants, making them a great choice for a healthy snack​​​​.

No matter how you choose to celebrate International Eat An Apple Day, the essence of the day is to appreciate the humble apple in all its forms and to explore the various ways it can be enjoyed.

Whether you pick one straight from a tree, bake it into a dessert, or experiment with it in new recipes, the day is a fun opportunity to celebrate one of the world’s most beloved fruits​​.

How to Celebrate International Eat An Apple Day

Celebrating International Eat An Apple Day can be a delightful experience that brings a fresh crunch to your day. Here are some fun suggestions that weave together creativity, health, and joy:

Host a blindfolded apple-tasting party. Invite friends over and have them guess the variety of apples they’re tasting. This game tickles the taste buds and expands your apple knowledge.

Whip up some apple-based dishes. The possibilities are endless, From traditional apple pie to savory apple-infused pork chops. Let the apple be the star of your meals throughout the day.

Embark on a DIY apple crafts afternoon. Whether making apple-print tote bags or carving apple candles, get creative with apples as your muse.

Take a trip to the nearest apple orchard. Spend your day picking apples straight from the tree. It’s a fantastic way to connect with nature and enjoy the freshest apples around.

Share the love and health benefits by gifting apples to neighbors, friends, or coworkers. Attach a note about the importance of this day and encourage them to join in the celebration.

Experiment with apple photography. Capture the beauty of apples through your lens, whether it’s still life shots of various apple varieties or fun, themed apple photoshoots.

Finally, wind down your evening with an apple-themed movie night. Choose films that feature apples or are set in orchards. Pair with homemade apple snacks for a cozy night in.

Each of these activities brings its unique twist to celebrating International Eat An Apple Day, ensuring you have a fun, memorable day centered around one of the world’s most beloved fruits.

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[barsanamagics]

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Nestled on the outskirts of Canyon, TX, Creek House Honey Farm is more than just an apiary it's a destination for those seeking unique things to do near me. This family-owned business, run by George and Paige Nester, has transformed their passion for beekeeping into a thriving haven where friends and family can gather to experience the wonders of nature while indulging in locally produced delights.

Creek House Honey Farm brings you into the world of bees and beyond with their exquisite selection of local, raw honey a testament to the pristine environment where their approximately 30 beehives flourish throughout the year. It’s not only a place where you can watch these industrious creatures at work but also an opportunity to take a piece of their labor home with you through various beeswax products available for purchase.

In addition to beekeeping, this diverse farm is also the proud home of Honey Buzz Winery, where guests can sip on handcrafted mead an ancient beverage made from honey while savoring delicious sandwiches, homemade soups, and freshly baked goods. The winery provides an idyllic backdrop for a casual lunch or a relaxing drink in tranquil surroundings.

Address 5005 4th Ave Canyon Texas 79015 Phone(local) (806) 381-3446 Company Email creekhousehoneyfarm@gmail.com Hours of operation Sunday : 00:00 - 18:00 Monday : 10:00 - 18:00 to Saturday : 10:00 - 18:00 Website https://creekhousehoneyfarm.com/

[nwbeerguide]

Detroit City Distillery increases production of their Annual Honey Bourbon and expands distribution.

Press Release

The official launch starts with online sales at detroitcitydistillery.com at 8 a.m. on Friday, November 10, 2023. A launch party begins that day at 4 p.m. at the distillery's Tasting Room in Eastern Market for in-person sales and online purchase pick-ups, along with many honey-themed treats and gifts provided by Bees in the D, a non-profit focused on honeybee conservancy and education.

Honey Bourbon and Honey Old Fashioned will be available statewide on shelves the week of November 20, just in time for Thanksgiving.

Demand Fuels Expansion Honey Bourbon launched in 2019 as an experimental limited-edition single barrel of bourbon. Since then, sales have grown twenty-fold. Due to overwhelming demand from fans across Michigan, the distillery is doubling production this year for statewide distribution to grocers, liquor stores, bars, and restaurants throughout Michigan.

New Ready-to-Serve Cocktail: Honey Old-Fashioned For the first time, Detroit City Distillery is putting a ready-to-serve cocktail into distribution with its new Honey Old Fashioned. The new product is based on the distillery's best-selling cocktail and features Honey Bourbon, raw Michigan honey and house-made bitters.

"This fine bourbon features the truest taste of Detroit you can get," said Michael Forsyth, co-owner of Detroit City Distillery. We combine the award-winning bourbon we make in Eastern Market with honey made by thousands of honeybees using flower nectar from all over the city. This year, we're launching our first ready-to-serve cocktail in distribution, the Honey Old Fashioned, so more fans can enjoy this product in more ways."

New Honey Bourbon Gifts to Sweeten the Season This year, DCD is upping the ante with additional gift ideas for Honey Bourbon aficionados:

Detroit City Distillery Honey Bourbon – ($60 per bottle) – The bourbon is finished with raw honey from Bees in the D rooftop beehives on top of DCD's Whiskey Factory.

Detroit City Distillery Honey Old Fashioned – ($25 per bottle) – This 375ml ready-to-serve cocktail features Honey Bourbon, raw Michigan honey, and house-made aromatic and orange bitters. Each bottle makes five cocktails. Just pour over ice and enjoy.

Bees in the D Bourbon Barrel-Aged Honey: Crafted from honey harvested atop DCD's Whiskey Factory rooftop and aged in bourbon barrels, this delectable addition is priced at $50 per bottle. One hundred percent of sales support the non-profit Bees in the D.

All three options, along with various honey-themed gifts to support fundraising for Bees in the D, will be available online starting at 8 a.m. on Friday, November 10, 2023, and can be picked up in person beginning at 4 p.m. during the Honey Bourbon Launch Party.

The labels on these exquisite bottles are more than just packaging; they're authentically-Detroit works of art, making them the perfect holiday gift.

Join the Party at the Honey Bourbon Launch

Honey Bourbon Launch Party at Detroit City Distillery Tasting Room

Date: Friday, November 10, 4 p.m. to 11 p.m.

Location: 2462 Riopelle Street in Eastern Market, Detroit City Distillery Tasting Room.

Admission: Free, with limited capacity.

Indulge in a Honey Bourbon-themed event featuring cocktails and treats that will tantalize your taste buds. Plus, explore a trove of merchandise from Detroit City Distillery and Bees in the D. Find more details @detroitcitydistillery on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter.

Detroit City Distillery creates small batch artisanal whiskey, gin and vodka, using the finest local ingredients sourced directly from farms near its Distillery and tasting room located in Detroit's famed Eastern Market. The result is a drink of distinction made for the revolutionaries rewriting the history of a great American city. To learn more about our fine products –Butcher's Cut Bourbon, Four Grain Bourbon, Homegrown Rye, Gilded Age Vodka, Railroad Gin and Peacemaker Gin and limited edition releases – please sign up for our newsletter at www.detroitcitydistillery.com, follow us on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter at @detroitcitydistillery. Customers must be 21 to purchase alcohol.

Bees in the D is a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization whose mission is to create a cooperative effort between residents, schools, organizations and businesses in the City of Detroit and Southeast Michigan to contribute to both the health of honey bee colonies and native pollinators, and the education of their importance to our environment. Bees in the D currently manages over 225 honeybee hives at over 75 locations across five counties and between two countries (The United States and Canada). To learn more, visit www.beesinthed.com and find us on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram @beesinthed.

Detroit City Distillery Doubles Production of Annual Honey Bourbon, Adds New Honey Old Fashioned Cocktail and Expands Distribution for Nov. 10 Launch

[gaenarirp]

WELCOME HOME, BAEK SIWOO.

our town hall archives show he is a local and a EAST VIEW resident, living on ROSEMOON STREET NO. 1, and he is currently a VOLLEYBALL TEAM COORDINATOR AT EAST VIEW PREP / ROCKSTAR FOR HIRE / DAEHAN UNIVERSITY STUDENT.

🡒 ready to access his files? read on below ...

(    character  inspirations   /   原神’s  ayato  kamisato,    呪術廻戦’s  yuuta  okkotsu    ).    

ONE  WAY  OR  ANOTHER.      turns  out,    everything  falls  apart  the�� minute  you  reach  a  certain  point  of  your  life;    a  time  where  god  can  no  longer  stand  to  bear  witness  to  heart—shaped  smiles  and  light—hearted  laughter  in  the  face  of  cruelty.    so  he  stripes  you  of  all  that  you  own    —    one  by  one.    first  you  lose  your  father.    then  your  mother.   and  then  the  person  you’d  have  given  anything  to,    leaves  with  your  heart  in  their  hands.    the  cursed,    the  damaged    /    fate  of  a  boy  playing  with  matches  that  kills  everyone  sleeping  in  the  house,    while  he  escapes  unscathed.    and  everyone  lived  happily  ever.    while  that  had  always  been  a  phrase  which  rattled  hatred—borne  heart  of  an  existence  stalked  by  death  during  childhood,    the  hatred  morphed  in  something  akin  to  desire,    belonging  to  that  of  a  rotten—boy,   aged  sixteen  who  dearly  wished  for  that  phrase  to  become  true. 

GAENARI  HAS  NEVER  FELT  LIKE  HOME.    a  boy  made  of  ash  and  a  honey—soaked  dawn,    rust  on  his  hands,    in  his  throat,    in  his  lungs.    bright—eyed,    rough  edges,    scraped  raw  and  twisted  with  time;    he  gift—wraps self—sacrifice  and  calls  it  love.    he  has  never  known  how  to  love  any  other  way.    he  has  never  given  his  heart  in  scraps    —    it  has  always  been  laid  bare,    whole  and  beating,    on  the  altar. 

very  much  emotionally  detached,    a  consequence  of  loving  to  the  point  of  ash  and  ruin  just  to  end  up  having  it  be  taken  within  the  span  of  a  few  minutes.    albeit,    this  won’t  stop  him  from  playfully  flirting  should  he  feel  comfortable  around  said  person    (   even  though  he  is  not  serious,     this  will  be  an  aspect  of  his  character  to  be  discussed  with  writing  partners  to  ensure  they  are  okay  with  it    ).

despite  everything  that  seems  bright  with  him  on  the  outside,    there  is  a  boy  titled  apathy—incarnate  lying  dormant.    /    two—faced,    always  switching  between  façade’s  of  ardour  and  venom  that  typically  align  with  his  work.    (   i.e.   team  captain   /   student  hours:    patient,    tolerant,    sweet—toned.    musician   /  rockstar  hours:    arrogant,    cocky,    cunning    &    sly.    )

charismatic,    but  for  god’s  sanity,     do  not  let  this  man  near  true  romance    —    as  there  may  still  exist  the  remnants  of  darling  dearest  dead  that  prevents  him  from  grasping  onto  the  concept  of  love  with  another.

he  comes  from  a  family  of  wealth.    currently  all  his  parents  assets  are  in  his  hands.    because  this  was  against  his  will,    a  struggle  to accept    —    his  prominent  love  language  is  gift—giving   /   acts  of  service.

independent.    reliable.    loyal.

forgetful,    primarily  as  the  result  of  the  amnesia  suffered  seven years  ago.    

touch  is,    somehow,    always  cold  to  the  bone,    in  contrast  to  warmth  of  sun—adorned  voice;     beloved  boy—next—door.

[naturesnectar1]

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[genacity]

⌗ kaeya knock ‘em down a peg

cw. sub! slut/fanon! kaeya x hard? dom! gn! reader. possessive reader, jealous sex, pegging, dumbification, begging, overstimulation, hair pulling, drooling

“suh—sorry! ‘m sorry!”

desperate pleas of forgiveness filled the room, accompanied by the slapping of skin and occasional hiccups and sobs.

tonight, your boyfriend, kaeya alberich, the cavalry captain of mondstadt, was almost looped into an alleyway threesome due to his excessive flirting and suggestive comments towards the women at angel’s share.

it wasn’t unusual for him to flirt, especially when driven by the influence of some expensive plum wine (imported specifically from inazuma), but when he almost got pulled outside for some quick head and a trip to the local kum n go (not sponsored), you’d had enough.

and here you were, pounding into kaeya’s poor prostate while he was on his hands and knees, barely able to hold himself up.

“fuck! fuck, please!” kaeya babbled, face smothered into the sheets as drool ran down his chin and pooled beneath him, soaking the comforter. “can’t— can’t do it ‘nmore!”

you thrusted into his hole carelessly, aiming for his sweet spot with every hard slam of your hips into his ass. “shouldn’t have tested me, then,” you shrugged. “should’ve just stayed in your corner.”

kaeya could only moan at your words. you were right. he should’ve behaved. should’ve been your good boy ‘n stayed with you all night. but he couldn’t help it.

the captain dug his nails into the drool-soaked sheets and whined, his neglected cock bobbing with every thrust you inflicted on him. “‘m sorry, sorry for— hic! sorry for bein’ bad!”

you simply scoffed and continued your ruthless pace on kaeya’s ass, near-pornographic moans and whines escaping his lips. all the poor baby could do was babble for mercy, mercy on his worn and slutty ass so rightfully being used by you.

kaeya’s fingers left dents in the sheets, the markings no match for the cum and drool covering your blankets in a sticky cocktail of arousal. and the poor baby simply bounced along, not caring if the sheets were dirtied. he just wanted your cock. your mercy. he focused on every rough thrust you inflicted onto him, ass sore from your hips slamming into it. but were you oh so intoxicating, he just wanted more and more.

“fuck! mmhhh!” kaeya babbled, jaw slacked, lips shiny with his own saliva. “so— hic! so good! more!” he cut himself off with a dumb moan as you fucked into him harsher than before. he could feel that familiar tight knot coil in his abdomen, cock twitching and bobbing with every snap of your hips.

whimper after whimper, kaeya felt his throat go raw from all of the screaming he had done. but he kept crying out pleas. he just wanted you to know how sorry he was, sorry for how bad he had been that night.

“haah! fuck, oh fuck, cumming!” the cavalry captain moaned sluttily, burying his face into the sheets as his overused cock releasing again. he arched his back prettily, feeling around for the pillow above him and pulling it down to meet his mouth, which was leaking sobs and moans. kaeya bit down onto the satin pillowcase to muffle his moans as you kept your pace, driving the poor man into further overstimulation.

“ah ah ah, kaeya.” oh fuck. kaeya whined into the pillow as he felt your hand snake into his long, undone hair and pull him off of the pillow. “none of that. i thought you said you were sorry. act like it.”

and kaeya could only moan. moan and stutter as more of his saliva dribbled down his chin. “i— i am sorry! soh sorry!” he sniffled, shaking slightly as you slowed your thrusts until they halted.

“so sweet. ‘m sorry honey, was i too hard?” you cooed, softening your grip on kaeya’s head. kaeya shook his head slowly, panting and leaning into your touch. “no… felt good. put me in my place.”

“good,” you smiled, leaning down to trail soft kisses down his bare back. “now, why don’t we get one more orgasm out of you, hm? i’ll be nicer this time, i promise.”

[internalsealpanic]

Sealing the Deal part 2

Summary:  Dick has a perfectly reasonable idea.

a/n: There will probably be more parts to this since you people gave me so many ideas but for now here is some soft smut. Did I finish this just in time for the end of mermay? Yes.

warning: Attempt at soft smut

Main Masterlist

Part 1

"Let's get married."

 It takes around a minute for you to even register the fact that Dick had even said anything at all and another to parse out the meaning behind his words. You look up from the piece you've been slaving over for hours while Dick dozed on your lap. 

 "Let's get married." He repeats earnestly. 

 You narrow your eyes at him. You... clearly missed at least 2 diatribes and 40% of this conversation. "Uh Dickie, my love, did I miss the part where you divorced me or did I sleep through it like I did when Wally was preaching about raw fish?" You set your tools down and pull his pelt more tightly around you, feeling oddly protective of it. 

 Seeing you wrapped up in his pelt never failed to make Dick's chest flutter; unfortunately, he had to focus on the matter at hand. "As I was saying, we're married but not in the human way. "

 "Ah- Yeah, I see that but.. that seems entirely unnecessary." 

 "There's no harm in it." Dick says, looking at you with big hopeful eyes. No matter whether it’s his liquid seal eyes or his bright baby blues, you’re still a sucker. 

 He is definitely up to something. Dick always uses that look when he really wants something and you can already feel yourself falling for it. Who thought giving this man the cutest face in the world was a good idea? Who?! You sigh. Spousal homicide is a bad idea, you tell yourself. 

 "You're so lucky you're terribly cute," you huff, "you're also lucky that there's a ferry coming tomorrow."

 You mentally calculate how much time the whole trip would take but you know all that arithmetic is useless when you hazard a look at your husband.  Dick beams, dimples appear at the corners of his mouth, and makes the happiest little noises.

  You lean over the railing, watching the sea and feeling the wind comb through your hair. A pair of arms wraps around you making you squeak. 

 Dick buries his face in your hair and he sweeps you into his arms. "How's the most beautiful creature in the world?"

 "Dunno Dick, how are you?" You smile.

 Dick sniffles. "You're not allowed to be this cute."

 "Hypocrite." You laugh wrapping your arms around him. 

 He nudges his face against yours. 

 "Are you liking your first boat ride?"

 "I could still swim faster." Dick hums.

 You roll your eyes. "Sadly for us, I can't."

 "It's ok," he says, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear," it just means you can't escape me on this boat."

 "Pfffft!"

 "You're saying that now but look who I have in my hold." He chuckles, lips brushing against your neck.

 "We're in public you dork!" You squeal.

 "And?"

 You sigh."You just like embarrassing me."

 "Yup. Just ask Jaso- What's that?!" Dick says pointing to a statue on the shore. It was tall and proud with hair cascading down like a waterfall with a visage as hard as the rock it's carved on. You narrow your eyes trying to recall what the local told your father when you were younger.

 "Oh, it's... It's a sea goddess I believe or maybe a selkie." You shrug at Dick who looks at it in awe. You supposed this is the first time he's seen a statue that big.

 "I thought you said the people on the mainland didn't believe in selkies?"

 "Er... ok, so there are mainlanders who are more inland where I come from and there's people near the sea. No, there are more divisions than that but- Ok, so the place where I came from the sea wasn't as important but here it is so they probably have more folk tales."

 "I guess that makes sense," Dick says burying his face in your hair. "Did you have any folk tales?"

 "Some but it was mostly cautionary about maidens being stolen away."

 "Guess you didn't listen to them, huh?" he says, "did they say anything about stealing hearts?" Dick winks one of those winks that only he could make cute. 

 You huff into your scarf.  "More about eating them, I think."

 "I can do that if you want." He smirks cheekily.

You pat his cheek, trying to be as irritatingly condescending as possible.  "You're still not scary."

 Dick takes your hand in his and brings it closer to his lips. He pretends to bite at your fingers, his sharp canines dragging along the skin and nipping at the joints.  "It’s because I love you so much."

 Dick alternates between gawking at perfectly common sights like large cargo ships and flocks of sheep on the cliff and teasing the life out of you for the rest of the ferry ride. 

 You are the tiniest bit mortified that several passengers have seen your husband drag his teeth over your skin and toss you in the air for the fun of it. Dick was horrible at keeping a low profile. Not that acting reserved would have mattered anyway given how everyone's eyes were always drawn to him. 

 You can't blame them, his laughter is infectious and his smile was enough to make the gloomy morning look like a bright summer afternoon.  You really really don't blame them for gawking but you just wish they wouldn't.

Not even fifteen minutes onshore and you're reminded why you only ever went into town with your father. Being meek by nature, you're often the target for unruly sailors. It never got too bad, not enough for you to call the cops at least. You would be lying if you wish it wasn't such a common occurrence to have some random guy shove his hand down your back pocket and squeezes your ass. 

 You jump, nearly dropping the little map of shops your father had drawn for you a while ago. A man passes behind you snickering quietly and yeah, knocking his teeth in would be amazing.

 "Hey buddy, do you mind apologizing?" Dick asks, his voice dangerously pleasant. 

 There's a gnawing sense of foreboding forming in your stomach. It squirms in your gut until you grab Dick's sleeve. "Dick," you hiss, "it's not worth it."

 You'd looked at the man and sadly, it really wasn't worth getting Dick's face punched in on his first visit to the mainland. You don't think anything worth getting Dick hurt.

 The men turn back to your and the dread in your stomach solidifies. Even your dad was never dumb enough to piss off sailors especially ones built like I train would be dented when hitting them. 

 "I don't see the problem, pretty boy," the man spits like he'd said the word fungus, "The lass doesn't have a problem with it, do you?" He leers at you. It makes your skin crawl.  He steps closer, invading your space, and places a hand on your shoulder. "This lassy here and I go waaaay back." He says, sliding his hand down your arm. You have absolutely no doubt that this man is sloshed because you have never seen him before in your life. You are pretty plain, so that makes sense but yeah, this is the first time you've seen his mug.

 "A lass like you shouldn't be dressing like that if you know what's good for you."You open your mouth to protest but only manage to tighten your grip on Dick's sleeve.

 There's a split second between Dick flickering his eyes to you and the satisfying sound of a fist making contact with a jaw. The man falls to the ground narrowly avoiding smashing his head into the cobblestones.

 "Get up and apologize to her." Dick growls, teeth bared.  He pushes forward. You're about as stunned as the man on the ground. Dick's poised for a fight and you have no doubt he'll have no problem getting into a row. You need to stop Dick from doing anything stupid. You wrap your arms around his waist, squeezing your eyes shut.  You bury your face into his coat.  You want to tell him that it's fine, that you're used to things like this, that you don't want him to get hurt. This whole thing isn't worth him getting hurt. You're not worth him getting hurt.  But the only thing you can manage is a weak "It's not worth it."

 Dick squeezes your hand. You're trembling and Dick feels awful for scaring you but he doesn't stop glaring at the man. He guesses he's made his point loud and clear. He softens a fraction, maneuvering you to his side and wrapping an arm around you. There's still a snarl caught in the back of his throat but contrary to popular belief, Dick isn't hot-headed enough to ignore you. All he wants to do now is get you to safety. 

 You squeeze him with your arms, your face still scrunched as if bracing for impact. "Let's go shopping for those rings, yeah?"

 Dick sighs with an indulgent smile. "Ok, honey."  He kisses the crown of your head. "I love you, I’m sorry."

 "Don’t be sorry," you say, snuggling tighter into him. "You know I only want you and--” That wasn’t even the point. You are really bad at this. “--and you really should be more careful. What if you got hurt?"

 "Did you miss that killer right hook? He sure didn't."

 A small smile shapes your lips. "Moron."

 "Still love me though." He says, bringing your knuckle to his lips.

 You shake your head. "It's unfortunate really."

 "You know the more time I spend here the less I believe the fact that you didn't know what selkies were," Dick says holding up another seal necklace.

 You look at him, wince at the bruise blooming on his knuckle but continue. "My dad and I went into town twice a year and they were only ever day trips." You say, setting down a cheap shot glass with a blubbering seal. It wasn't strictly a lie. It was more of a guesstimate. You look away from him and mumble a "I thought they were called Setties."

 Dick snorts loudly and you have a heart attack thinking he reverted back to his seal form. "Setties?" He snorts again and you think he's gonna suck in all the dust from the store. 

 "Yes, Setties." You repeat grumpily, "I was 7. Cut me some slack!"

 "When have I ever cut you some slack?"

 "Never."

 "Mhm, exactly."

 "Why do I love you again?" 

 "Because I'm the cutest person, you know?" 

 "I dunno, Dickie." You drawl, picking up a couple of little seal stuffed toys. They were cute with their round faces and distended bodies. Their black eyes didn't quite do justice to your favorite trouble maker but they're close enough in huggableness."These little guys could give you a run for your money."

 Dick makes an affronted squawk. You hold them to Dick's face for inspection and ask: "Should we buy the black one or the white one?" Truly, a matter of life and death. 

 Dick scrunches his face in thought. "The black one obviously."

 "But the white one looks cute too." You whine. 

 Dick gives you a grumpy pout. You ignore him.  "Why don’t we get both?"

 Dick crosses his arms. "Why-"

 "Yanno... A pair like us..." You say, pulling them closer to your chest and looking up at him hopefully. 

 Dick looks at you wearily. "How could I argue against such a solid argument?"  Dick says, tousling your already windswept locks.

 "What do you think I’d look like as a seal?" You ask absently as you exit the store. You'd managed to drive the price down with a little haggling and a bit of distraction from Dick.

 "Beautiful."

 You grin at him.  "Again buttering me up won't make me buy you more sweets."

 "I can think of other things to eat." Dick says, his pink tongue darting over his lips as he looks at you. 

 You swallow, mouth feeling dry. Dick is horrible to you today.

The old antique shop was dustier than you remembered. Part of you suspects that the particles sprinkled on all the shelves is in fact just the old owner's cremated remains but you don't really wanna find out if it's true.

 You comb through the shelves, feeling like a pirate in search of treasure. The expensive rings with their big rind stones were stowed away on a shelf behind the shopkeeper but everyone one knows that if you want the good stuff you have to search for it yourself. 

 Dick seems to be happy looking through all the strange knickknacks, so you carry on. 

 You nearly squeal with glee when you find a ring. It was a band of silver carved into the shape of a seal curling in on itself as it slumbers. You smile holding it close to your chest.  "Give me your finger." 

 "That... is a very strange way to put it."

 "Just give me your hand." You say holding out your own.  Dick, still incredulous, puts his hand in yours. You bite back a smile as you put the ring on his ring finger. Your lips stretch even as you dig your teeth in. It was a good fit. You're embarrassed to say you were bouncing on your heel with excitement.The silver looks lovely against his tanned skin. 

 Dick inspects it.  "And you said subtlety wasn't my element."

 "It really isn't," you say, smiling down at his hand. "But I never did say it was mine either." You could easily find another ring if he doesn't like it but you're quietly hoping he does. You try not to watch his face, not read too deeply into his expressions. 

 "I like it. Let's try to find a matching one."

Much to your amusement, you did find something but it's.... You snort as you put it on. 

 "It kind of matches." Dick says wearily. 

 "It's a fish." You laugh.

 "Um... it's a pretty silver fish."

 "Absolutely ravishing, huh?"

 "Exactly like my wife." Dick says, nipping at your ear. 

 Your ear burns and you cover it hastily.  

 "Let's just go pay for them." You say, shoving at him lightly.

 "So you do like it?" He asks, peaking through your fingers. 

 "Yes, you dork. Now, stop being cute." You say, shoving him again. 

 "Never." He chuckles.

"Is this the statue from the harbor?" Dick asks, poking at the little replica on the shopkeep's counter. 

 "Aye lad, the natives worshiped the sea before we came along. Kooky fellows but they knew a thing or two about the sea. They even talked about the selkie. Those blood-thirsty women folk of the sea. "

 Dick scrunches his nose. You press the heel of your palm to your lips holding back a laugh.

 "Well, I’ve heard some different of stories." Dick says, leaning into the counter, his eyes shining mischievously. 

 The old shopkeep leans in, looking around. "Like what?"

 Dick leans in a bit more, his voice hushed and conspiratorial.  "I hear they try to trap fair maidens into marriage to bear children for them."

 Dick winks unabashedly. You flush. "What?!"

 "C'mon lad," the shopkeeper snorted like a walrus, "we all know that all selkies are women folk."

 "That’s the thing," Dick says, resting his hands on his intertwined fingers. He grins. "I’ve been out at sea a while, my whole family has aaaaand," he drawls in his other voice. The shopkeep looks entranced.  "We've heard of different tales." 

 "Do tell."

 "My family have heard tales of male selkies, those who seek women to carry on the selkie way." Dick pushes off the counter, spinning around on his heel theatrically. "We heard of old lore when they used to kidnap unsuspecting women by the sea shore." You vaguely recall this version but it seemed like ages ago.  "But now," he says, stepping closer to you. "Now, they are much more persuasive." Dick winks at you and you resist the urge to elbow him.

 "I also heard they're quite persistent." You say, leaning against him. 

 "Quite." Dick says a little too fondly. 

 "Hnnn, never heard that one." The shopkeep says tilting his head. "Do you have anymore?"

 "Oh, I have a ton of seafaring stories if you'd like. I’ve heard stories about the Cthulhu."

 "Cthulhu?"

 "The great horror of the deep."

 "The only horror here is the lack of treasure chests." The shopkeep huffs. You would be inclined to agree if Tim and Damian weren't so good at finding them.

 "Oh this is no tall-tale my friend," Dick says, wrapping an arm around the man's shoulders, "we heard that he awakes once every 10 years to roam the deep seas. Why do you think boats go missing with no trace?"

 Monsoons, you think.

 "Like that submarine last summer!" 

 Dick nods sagely "Exactly."

 You want to slap your palm against your forehead. There is no way he can believe that hokey, right? ... You are literally married to a selkie. Do you really have any room for skepticism? You sigh. You suppose not. 

"The sea is a mysterious maiden just like those sires. A tricky bunch, slippery and smart not like mermaids."

 "Have you ever heard one?!" The shopkeep nearly folds over the counter.

 "Once when I’d been at sea for 4 months, I heard the most beautiful song in my life, kind of like a mirage but it was a misty night at sea."

 The shopkeeper gasps. 

 You blink. This is news to you.

 "Luckily, my father pulled me from the towboat before I set off towards it."  You try to imagine it and somehow it's funnier than the idea of Dick being bloodthirsty.

 Dick regails Bruce's spat with a sea witch and Alfred's horrifying tale with a kraken. Even you were enthralled by all his tales. Having the shopkeep thoroughly wrapped around his finger. He leans in close again. "Sorry, I got so lost. How much were these rings again?"

 The man blinks as if resurfacing from a trance. "A sea-loving man like you? You can keep it for five coffers."

 You gape at him, eyes blown wide.  That’s less than what you pay for bread. 

 The man turns to you. "Lass, you better keep an eye on him. This one belongs to the sea."

 He's... not wrong. 

 "You really are too kind," Dick says handing the money over. 

 "Anytime lad. Feel free to come back with more of your stories!" He calls out as you two walk out the door.

“Since when were you a sailor?” You ask, nudging your shoulder against his.

 “Since Jay told me stories.” He answers, nudging back. 

 “So they were all made up?” You ask, shaking his arm.

 Dick hums noncommittally.

  You frown at him. “C’mon fess up, pup.” 

 “Not *all* of them. I just spiced up the truth, that’s all.”

 “The sirens?”

Dick freezes. 

“Wait, are sirens real?” You gape, pounding your hand on his chest. 

 “Well, kinda.”

 “Kinda?!”

 Dick walks ahead of you trying to avoid your question. He does the mature thing and plugs his ears with his fingers. You continue to pester him all the way down the street. 

 The scent from the bakery wafted in the air calling to both of you as you two continue to bicker. Your stomachs cry out in a chorus. You look at your watch. You knew you'd forgotten something. 

 "I'll get us something to eat," Dick says, clearly staring at the cupcakes. Getting cupcakes wouldn't hurt. It would be better than getting an actual wedding cake. 

 You shake your head. "I might sit for a bit." You say handing him your purse and wrenching the bags from his grip. He huffs but doesn't complain. 

 You park yourself on a bench just outside the bakery. Going to town is just as exhausting as you remember it being. You lull your head back, looking to the sky. What are the odds that it's safe to just doze off here on the bench? Probably pretty low.

 Dick watches you from a window, snickering. You were so cute when you're nodding off.  He should probably ask if they sell coffee too because you look like you're going to need the entire pot.

 He lets a woman go in front of him because Alfred taught him manners and not because he was delighted to see you nearly fold into your shopping bags. You startle and yelp then straighten up. Great seas, you're so cute.

 "Hey handsome, can I get a name?"

 Dick turns to the woman with an amicable smile. "Oh, the name's Dick."

"I'm ..." Dick is barely paying attention when he sees you take out one of the rings you'd bought with a stupidly happy smile on your face as you try it on. You look up at your hand and Dick can't help the twitch of his mouth. 

 You wave to him, feeling his eyes on you. He waves back with a thousand-watt smile. 

 There's a hand sprawled on his chest. "I've never seen you here before." The woman purrs. Dick steps back, feeling a bit uncomfortable. 

 "I'm from out of town-"

 "That explains it." She says, batting her eyes. 

 Dick's not too concerned, not when you've just disappeared from his sight. Dick's about to run outside when he feels a familiar pair of arms wrap around his waist. 

 "My husband and I are just here for a day trip to run some errands." You huff glaring at the woman.

 Dick wraps an arm around you, chuckling at the priceless expression on your face. 

 "Dickie, did you want to introduce me?" You ask sweetly.

 "Sorry, I didn't quite catch your name." Dick says, feeling genuinely bad because he really wasn't paying attention.  In his defense, you were distracting him. 

 "I'm Mia."

 "I'm (Y/n)." You say trying not to puff your cheeks. You clearly just want the woman to go away.

 Dick wants to pinch you for being so cute. The disgustingly sweet aura you two radiate was enough to make the woman go away. Much to your relief and Dick's amusement.  Dick lets himself sink into your embrace.

 Dick pinches your cheek as you get the bread from the counter. You swat his hand away with a loaf of slightly stale bread you were gonna rework later. "What?!"

 "Nothing, you're just so damn cute, honey." Dick laughs, pinching your cheek again.

 "Says the dork who punched someone." You say, pecking him on the lips. 

 Dick rolls his eyes. "He totally deserved it." 

 "Sure, sure."

 Ok, he did.

 Dick pecks your lips. "Let's go find you a bouquet and a minister so you can keep that ring on."

 You flush not noticing that you haven't taken the ring off. Dick looks down at you like he's the luckiest man in the world.

“Will it still make you happy?” Dick asks, fidgeting in front of the courthouse. 

 You raise a brow at him prompting him to elaborate. 

 “Getting married without a proper ceremony, I mean.”

 Ah. You clutch the bouquet of cornflowers to your chest, twining your finger with his. “As long as I have you it’ll be perfect.”

 Dick sniffles. “Stop saying things like that.”

 “You started~”

 Dick presses his forehead against your, letting out a low trill. “I can’t wait to sign on the paper and make you my wife. Officially.”

 You nudge your nose against his. “I can’t wait either.”

The minister looks between the two of you suspiciously, probably looking for signs of which one of you suggested eloping. “You may now say your vows.” 

 Dick takes out a crumpled sheet of paper with yellowing edges. In a cool crisp voice, he begins to speak:

 “If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.”

 The wind rises in your chest, tears welling up in your eyes. You try to keep yourself together.

 “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hope, always perseveres.”

 You cup your hand over your mouth, your father’s words coming to life through Dick’s voice.  

 “Love never fails.”

 Dick reaches out to you, wiping the tears running down your face. You don’t know if Dick knows how much that meant to you but you’re endlessly thankful. 

 You feel flush. You’re not really sure you could follow that up. God, you really should have prepared more. You take a deep breath and will yourself not to turn tail and run. 

 Set me as a seal upon your heart,

as a seal upon your arm;

for love is strong as death,

passion fierce as the grave.

Its flashes are flashes of fire,

a raging flame.

Many waters cannot quench love,

neither can floods drown it.

If one offered for love

all the wealth of one’s house,

it would be utterly scorned.

 Dick looks at you, fondness curving his lips. You smile back at him sheepishly. 

The minister clears his throat. “You may now kiss the bride.”

 Dick picks you up and spins you around then brings you close to kiss you. You giggle at his theatrics. In the corner of your vision, you could see the minister just looking extremely tired. 

 “Give me the bouquet.”

 You don’t mainly because you have a policy of making people explain things before you do anything and also because you were hoping to throw the bouquet yourself. 

 Dick tilts his head. “Uh, give me two.” He pauses. “Please?” “Will you promise me this won’t curse anyone?”

 “Just because my dad’s girlfriend is a sea witch does not mean I curse people.”

 “And you feel absolutely no need to unpack that, huh?”

 “Sweetie, pleeeeeease.” He gives you the big eyes and you silently wonder how selkie divorce works. 

 You hand him two flowers. He pinches off the stems and says: “Hold out your hands.”

 “Can I at least know what kind of ungodly ritual my husband is suckering me into?” You huff as he puts one of the cornflowers in your palms. 

 “It’s more superstition really. My mom used to say that if you tell a flower about your love for someone and let the sea carry it away, then your love will be able to weather storms.”

 You want to tell him that based on the stories the sea had nothing to do with the ferocity of his parent’s love  but when you look back into the glitter of nostalgia in his eyes you know that there is nothing for it. 

 You hold the cornflower close, whispering promises to it, an endless litany of devotions that you hope only the sea will hear. Dick beside you does much the same with regular pauses and additions to his. When you’re both finished, you let the flowers fall harmlessly into the water and watch them, despite all odds, drift together in the ocean.  

  Dick nuzzles you into the floor. You lay flat on his pelt as Dick hovers over you. He kisses you, nipping at your bottom lip. You hum and slide your hands up his back and part your lips to give him access. Dick pulls away, dragging his lips down your face. His teeth graze on the skin of your neck. Feeling ticklish, you giggle. He smiles pressing another wet kiss to your skin before pulling back. You whine already missing the close contact. 

 "I think we forgot something." Dick says, gently grasping your wrist and kissing it. 

 You furrow your brow. You play with his hair as you try to think. "Pretty sure we did everything," you mumble. You shiver when you feel Dick's teeth catch on your pulse, his luminescent eyes staring at you intently. "I'm telling you, sweetheart, you're forgetting something."

 You groan. It would be easier to think if Dick's lips weren't on your skin. "We've gotten the rings, thrown the rice, and hit Wally in the head with the bouquet..." You bite back a squeak when Dick sucks a hickey onto your wrist. 

 "Getting warmer, darling."

 You flush. You try to control your breathing but your skin feels so hot against his. You and Dick have met with a minister and he's also carried you over the threshold... All that's left is...

 You can feel Dick's hand slide up your shirt, his hand warm against your chilly skin. "Consummation." You whisper, swallowing thickly. 

 Dick's eyes are bright and mischievous in the firelight.  "Bingo." He lets go of your wrist and lowers himself to press a hungry kiss on your lips; it was all tongue and teeth as his hips move against yours. He pinches your nipples between his fingers drawing out a gasp from you. Dick takes this chance to deepen the kiss. He groans into the kiss when you tug at his hair.You moan against him, wrapping your legs around his waist trying to pull him closer.  Your movements are clumsy, speaking to your inexperience. Dick is going to take his time with you. 

 Dick kisses your nose and pulls away. He can’t resist. Dick drags the shirt slowly over his body. He hears your breath hitch and a vain sort of pride fuels Dick’s ego. It was one thing for other people to tell him he was pretty. It was an entirely different thing to have you look at him with so much awe and reverence. That look in your eyes always makes his skin prickle with delight. 

 You trace the shape of his muscles with your fingers, your mouth parted slightly as you drink in the sight of him. Dick is no less awe-inspiring than the first time you saw him. You marvel over the scars crisscrossing his chest and arms. None of the imperfections on his skin ever managed to dull his beauty. Unfairly, they only enhanced it and took your breath away every time you noticed a new detail about him. Your hand drifts down to the V of his abs; the tough makes him tremble as it dips closer to the hem of his pants. Dick takes in a sharp breath before kissing you again. It was partly because he could never get enough of your lips and partially to get your attention.  

 “Honey, I want to see you too.” He whispers into your lips. 

 Your body locks up at his words and a heat spreads across your chest, your neck, and up to your ears. Your mouth feels so dry all of a sudden and your feet turn into blocks of ice. What if Dick finds you repulsive? What if he sees you naked and he can’t stand what he sees? Will he leave or will he smile through it all the while gritting his teeth through it? You’re not pretty, not the way Dick is and you certainly can’t measure up to the other Selkies you’ve met. How the flying fuck were you supposed to compte with Babs or Kori? You seriously consider running away and hiding in your room until you feel Dick’s teeth graze against the column of your neck. 

 “Please.” He breathes and his voice is so thick with want that it’s enough for you to forget the desire to melt into the baseboards even for just a moment. You don’t want him to be disappointed, to know that he’s traded down. You’re scared. You don’t want to be but you’re fucking terrified.

 “It’s ok,” he whispers. “I know you’re nervous.” He kisses your forehead. Dick knows he needs to be patient. He’s waited to feel all of you for this long. He’s willing just to wait a bit more if it means you’re comfortable. 

 You close your eyes, grabbing the hem of your shirt. Dick kisses your eyelid. He bites his lip, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into your flesh. It’s so supple and hot against his. Instead, he busies himself by helping you out of your bra but his fingers are clumsy with his brain too full of your skin. You giggle as you both fumble for the clasps. 

     Dick wastes no time peppering your chest with kisses once you’re completely bare. “So pretty.” Dick purrs against your chest. He nuzzles into the valley of your breasts as he feels your breaths even out. Sliding his hands up and down your sides reverently, he makes certain that you know just how beautiful you are with every bite, every kiss, and every touch.

 His attention goes to your breasts. You arch your back as Dick begins rolling your nipples between his teeth. He savors all the little gasps and mewls you make. "Dick." You sigh out his name happily. Dick groans, hips gyrating against yours. "Dick." You repeat, tugging at his hair. You rock your hips in time with his.

 Your voice is driving him insane. The way his name rolls off your tongue like silk fries his nerves. All he wants to do is make you scream it over and over while he takes care of you and lets you know just how good you feel against him. 

 "That's it baby, let me make you feel good."Dick says, giving your nipple one last lick before taking care of the other. "I wanna make you feel so good, sweetheart."

 The husky quality of his voice makes you shiver. Your fingers travel down his back, fingernails lightly scraping against his skin. He trembles against your as you slide your hand down his chest and down his pants. Your fingertips brush against the head of his member. You wrap your hand around his cock, teasing his head with your thumb. Your thumb is wet with his precum as Dick pants softly into your skin. Dick can't help but move against your hand.

 "Sweetheart," he grunts, " I can't... I-"

 Dick grasps your wrist, pressing a kiss to it before pulling it over your head. You whine. Dick's breaths tickle your ear as he tries to steady them. He kisses your cheek and nibbles on your ear. Dick grabs your other arm and pins it down next to the other, pinning both hands with one hand.  You squirm underneath him, trying to break his hold.

 "Let me take care of you." He says, trying to level his voice but you're making it so hard. 

 You drag your leg up his calf. Dick brushes his lips down your neck, sucking a hickey into every available surface of your skin on the way down your hips and murmuring ‘I love you’ as he does.  

 "Dick, please." You moan.

 "Sweetheart," Dick says, biting the soft flesh of your hip.

 You wriggle in his grip causing the hand wound around them to tighten. Dick watches you intently as he bites another hickey into the flesh or your hip. You gasp out his name and Dick can feel his cock twitch. He needs more. 

 “Shhhh, I know, Honey. Shhhhhh.” Dick says, kissing along the hem of your pants before his teeth catch on the fabric. Dick tugs the button free and pulls the zipper down with his teeth. You think your heart stops.  Every little thing he does drives you up the wall.  He hooks his fingers to the top of your pants and pulls them down slowly. You can feel the fabric drag against your skin as Dick presses I love yous up your leg. 

 Dick bites lightly at your ankle as he tosses your pants over his shoulder. Dick licks his lips, they’re plush and glossy from the saliva. He’s looking at you with so much love and adoration that you feel yourself melt. You’re suddenly painfully aware of your nakedness. You snap your legs shut shyly, withdrawing your ankle from his hold.  You curl in on yourself, muttering an apology.

 He shakes his head, chuckling softly. Dick pushes the hair out of your face. He presses his forehead against yours, kissing you softly and running his hands up and down your sides. Your legs slowly open to let his body closer to yours. You just want to feel his skin against yours. 

 "I love how your body reacts to me, honey." Dick winks. 

 You wrap your arms around him, your muscles relaxing a fraction. He can feel the ring on your finger dig into the back of his neck. You are his and he is yours. Dick trills at the thought. You laugh, the vibrations from his lips tickling you. 

 "I love you. You know that, don't you?" Dick asks, nibbling your lip.

 "The whole world knows," you snort, "especially after that fiasco at the town square."

 "I had to protect my wifey's honor." He says with a cheeky smile that takes over his face.

 "Somehow, I feel like knocking his teeth in was a bit much." You say, pulling him into another kiss because... well, your husband is awfully adorable even if he is a disaster.

 "Only seems fair," he says, his hand travelling down your body, kissing your clavicle, "he was being rude to my wife." Dick's fingers dip between your soaking folds. You were dripping just for him. Dick would be lying if he said that didn't inflate his ego. With his fingers curled inside you as he drags them in and out, you arch into him. You thread your finger through his hair and pull. 

 "Dickie, I want you," you whisper, rubbing your knee against his crotch. "I want you so much."

 Dick ruts against your leg, breath ragged and desperate. Dick's body is so sensitive to your touch; it's ridiculous.

 "I want you too." He manages barely above a whisper. 

 "Then fuck me, " you look away from his, biting your lip, "please?"

 "Honey," he groans. God, why did you have to say it like that? "You're going to make me cum." 

 "Isn't that the point?" You ask, your nails dragging on his back as you try and fuck yourself on his fingers. 

 What did Dick do to deserve you?

 "It is," he says, taking his hand out of your folds. "But not before I can make you cum first." He licks his fingers in front of you never breaking eye contact as he does. 

 You cover your face and squeak because damn it Dick you can't just- Who does that?!

 Dick hastily shimmies out of his pants, his cock springing free. You hear a pap as his cock slap against the toned muscles of his stomach. You squeak, peaking through your fingers, the slap ringing sinfully in your mind. Dick lets out an amused breath as he hovers over you. Stroking his length, he smears the precum along your inner thigh, whispering how much you turn him on and how he can't get enough of you. 

 "Sweetheart, I want you to look at me while I fuck you." He grunts and the air in your lungs evaporate. You think you'll follow suit in a few seconds. "Sweetheart, don't make me beg you."He says into your neck.

 Dick, you're not helping, you think to yourself but the saccharine way he always says your pet names has you giving into the request. Dick is smiling down at you and your heart melts. He kisses you deeply. You wrap your limbs around him, your heels digging into the small of his back and your fingers tangled in his locks as he slowly enters you. 

 He moans into your lips and you moan into his. There's a burning stretch inside you that has you begging for more. He bottoms out and your walls flutter around his cock trying to accommodate his girth.  A shiver travels up his spine feeling your velvet walls trying to milk his cock. Dick pulls away from the kiss to whisper: "I love you." 

 "I love you too, hubby. Please move."

 "Aye aye, wifey." He says slowly, pulling his length out. You can feel the long drag of his cock against your walls. You mewl for a lack of anything intelligent to say.

 The sound is enough to egg him on. He pushes in and out of you in long strokes, enjoying how your body rocks against his chasing your own pleasure. You pepper kisses to his chest and leave your own marks. Dick would be embarrassed by the lewd noises he makes as you do so but he's too caught up in you to really care. He doesn't even care if the whole world can hear him right now, all he cares about is that you're his and that you're loving this as much as he is. 

 "Baby, you feel so good. Your pussy was made for me. Ah!" Dick says, his hips stuttering when he feels you clench at those words. He kisses your shoulder. He loves the way his name falls from your lips as if it's the only thing you know how to say. "That's it baby. You're so pretty moaning and gasping and begging for my cock."

 All Dick can focus on is the sound of your skin slapping against his. You kiss up his neck, nibbling at his Adam's apple as he swallows. "Dickie, I want more."

  Dick's mind comes crashing to a halt. 

 "Dick, please. I want to feel you more. Please, go faster." You say, voice husky with want. It makes Dick feel like his body has turned to gelatin. 

 He kisses your forehead, a blush spreading across his skin. "Sweetheart, I can't."

 "Please Dick." You breathe, pouting at him. 

 Fuck, you can't look this cute while begging him to fuck you... twice. That's just not fair. 

 "Sweetheart, if I go any faster, I'm going to cum." The embarrassment is hard to hide.

 You drag your nails across his back and lick a stripe up his neck." Dick, I want you to fill me up. Dick, please, I'm so close." You beg, teeth catching on his collarbone, looking at him with watery eyes. 

 Dick is a sucker and he can never say no to a pretty face. He kisses one of your eyelids before slamming his hips into yours. His balls slap against your skin as he thrusts in and out with wild abandon. He thrusts deeper at an angle that was sure to hit your g spot every time. 

 You sing his name sweetly as you pull him closer. Your nipples rub against his chest as you bounce on his cock. Your walls constrict around him making it harder to pull out every time. All he wants to do is to stay inside you and revel in your warmth but he wants to bring you over the edge and fuck you stupid. He rolls your clit between his fingers as you whimper into his neck. 

 You both cum crying each other's name. Dick kisses you as he fucks you through your orgasm, painting your walls with his hot seed. 

 Dick rests his weight on top of you as he pulls out with some of his seed painting your inner thigh. "I love you." He pants. 

 "I love you too, you heavy lug." You grouse, trying to push him off of you.

 Dick has mercy on you and rolls you two over with you resting on top of him, perfect for cuddling you.

 Dick whispers "I love you" and other praises every time he opens his mouth and you return the sentiment by kissing a different part of his face.

 After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Dick flushes seeing just how many hickeys he's left you and he flushes even harder seeing his own chest marked up. 

 "Sorry about that," He says kissing one of the marks. "I just can't help myself-" Kiss "-You look so pretty covered in love bites-" Kiss "-Sweetheart, you gotta stop sounding cute. I'll get hard again- Fuck." 

 Your hand wraps around his shaft, fingers brushing against his skin experimentally. "But I want you." You say bluntly. 

 Dick is going to combust. "I want you to. I've wanted you like this for so long."

 You stop. Your thumb brushes against the tip of his already leaking cock.  Your lips curl into a smile. "Is that why you were so adamant on getting married?" You snicker, booping his nose with yours. 

 "No, yes, maybe... partially." He stammers out. 

 You snort. "You know that wasn't necessary for us to..." The flush creeps back on your lips. You somehow have the audacity to look shy while still stroking his shaft. Dick is going to burst. 

 "I didn't want you to miss out on it," Dick says steadying his breath, feeling himself get harder as he talks or attempts to, "I wanted you to experience it since you told me you dreamt about it as a kid."

 You stop and Dick bucks to urge you to keep going.

 "You remembered that?" You ask, the expression on your face is complicated. 

 Dick sits up, brushing a finger against your cheek. "Of course, I did."

 "Dork." You sniffle, kissing his cheek. 

 "Only for you," He laughs but it's cut off by the movement of your hand. "Sweetheart, are you trying to kill me?" He gasps, biting into his knuckle. 

 "I'm only thanking you for being so sweet." You tease, spreading your mixed juices all over his cock. "and I just love my hubby that's all."

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Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Struggling W/ Drug Addiction

Warnings / Misc. -- ⚠️ Sensitive Topic ⚠️, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This request covers a sensitive topic that I haven't been personally exposed to, but I hope that I do it justice. I did my best to handle it with care and be as realistic as possible. Let me know what you think!

PS -- I didn't specifically name any substances or describe them in too much detail; I wanted to leave you room to picture whatever you had in mind, especially if you happen to be struggling irl.

👩 Also, I wrote this as Fem!Reader because nothing was specified. I hope that's alright, anon! Thank you for your patience :)

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Jisoo

Discovered it after a few weeks of dating

She's amazing at reading people, so she had sensed that you were struggling with something; she just didn't know what. 

She wanted to wait for you to tell her about whatever it was, but one fateful day she witnessed something that explained it all. 

It wasn't meant to happen; she wasn't meant to see you like this. But, as fate would have it, Jisoo stumbled across something she never saw coming. 

Her footsteps grow louder as she walks her way through the house, peeking her head into various rooms in search of you. The two of you invited some of your mutual friends over, and they've all been curious as to where you slipped away to earlier.

"Baby, are you in here? Everyone's wonder--" 

The sound of the latch clicking out of place makes your heart drop and sets you into motion. Before you have enough time to fully react, though, Jisoo opens the bathroom door to find you sitting on the ground, attempting to shove a foreign substance into a plastic baggy. 

Your hands make quick work of moving it out of view and sitting up on your knees, but she picks up on what's going on. Her eyes land on the material as you shift it behind your body, looking up at her with wide eyes. 

"Jisoo--" Tears are already beginning to work their way into your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. Too many people have walked out on you after witnessing this, and the thought that she might go too is overwhelming. 

She keeps her tone level as she steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind herself. "Y/N, please explain yourself." 

"I-I'm sorry Jisoo, I should've told you sooner." You shakily say, bringing a hand up to swipe away the few tears that've already leaked out. It's not usually like you to get so emotional so quickly, but seeing the pained look on her face is reason enough. 

"Come here," she utters, plopping down next to you and pulling you up against her body as she leans back on the side of the tub. Her fingers rub soothing circles on your back while you rest your head on her shoulder, lightly dampening the material of her shirt with your tears. "I'm not mad at you for this, but I need you to tell me about it. I want to help you, my love. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this." 

"Okay. Just promise you won't go," you softly say, the syllables of your words breaking here and there from the raw emotion you feel. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N." She presses a light kiss to your temple for reassurance, and her heart breaks when she feels your hands grip at her clothes out of habit. How many times have people told you that and still left you in your time of need? She cradles you in her arms, realizing just how fragile you are in your current state, and tells you to take your time. 

With a steadying breath, you begin to explain your struggles. 

Road To Recovery

Constant check-ins

"Hey honey, we're at the studio now. Are you taking care of yourself for me?"

Helps you deal with the symptoms of withdrawal when they hit

Focuses on distraction and redirection as ways to help you cope

If you're at a party and feel tempted after seeing someone use, she leads you away to distract you from the urge

Helps you find safe alternatives 

Celebrates the little victories

"Yes, Y/N, 4 and a half weeks clean is plenty reason to celebrate. Now mark it on the calendar and get over here so I can put this hat on you." 

Playdates at your local dog café to keep your mind occupied (and bringing Dalgomie so he can make new friends, of course)

Takes you indoor skydiving. She wanted to find a way to give you an adrenaline rush while still being able to participate with you, so that was a happy medium. She battled her fear of heights to do that with you.

Not letting you lose hope if you relapse

"You're not a burden, and I'm not letting you give up on yourself. Not after all the progress you've made. I believe in you." 

Accompanying you to rehab and recovery meetings, if you want her to

Bringing you your favorite snacks and candies when she picks you up

"I got you a little something," she smiles, leaning over the center console of the car to kiss your cheek. "You deserve a treat, baby." 

Whenever you decide to tell everyone about your struggles and recovery journey, she's right next to you for support 

Spends all the time she can with you

Early on, she would get really worried when you missed her calls or took a while to respond, but eventually she got over her fears to some degree

Still checks up on you when she's away for work

"Sorry for missing your call, Chu. Dalgom tried to kill me when I was giving him a bath and I couldn't get to the phone in time." 

Overall, just a very proud girlfriend who sticks by you no matter what

After You've Recovered

Annual "recovery party" to commemorate your sobriety 

Sometimes you invite the girls and your other friends, and sometimes you prefer to just spend the day at home with Jisoo

"Look at how far you've come, my love. I'm so proud of you."

♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

She would be the only one who figured it out on her own. She picked up on the signs fairly quickly and always subtly helped steer you away from any potentially tempting situations

If you two watched a movie that happened to have a triggering scene in it, she always noticed how you'd look away and subconsciously tense up a bit

"Hey, babe. This movie's kinda boring; why don't we watch that new Netflix documentary instead?" 

If the two of you were invited to parties that were likely to have a bunch of alcohol and drugs, sometimes she'd try to suggest staying in or doing something else instead

You eventually caught on to her diversion attempts, and sat down with her to have a talk. 

"How long have you known?" You ask, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you sit back against the headboard of your California King. 

"A few weeks," she starts, running a brush through her hair until it's untangled. Her damp locks stick to her shoulders as she approaches you, some strips slightly drier than others. "Were you ever gonna tell me?" She inquires softly, facing you as she sits down beside you on the bed. 

"Of course, Jen. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just… I was on my own with it before you. I didn't have anyone to turn to because everyone left once they found out." Your confession makes her chest ache -- it's a physical, honest pain that she feels as she imagines you battling such an unforgiving foe with no one in your corner. She places a warm hand on your thigh to comfort you, knowing just how much her touch helps when you're upset. "Hey, it's okay. There's no point in worrying about that now. I know it's hard to open up, babe, so thank you for doing this. I'm here to listen, alright?"

"Thank you, Jennie. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

"You'll never have to know, either, because I'm staying right here." 

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. 

"I love you, too," she sighs against you, preparing herself for the emotional night you're about to have. For now, she takes a moment to just pull you into her arms and rest her forehead against yours, finding comfort in your steady heartbeat. 

"We'll start whenever you're ready." 

Road To Recovery

Makes various arrangements to ensure that the media won't know of your struggles

Keeps things on lock, especially if you decide to remain private on the matter and not tell the world

If you make a public statement about it, she still does everything she can to keep you protected from the negativity. She knows first hand how tough it can be to deal with, so she never lets you face it alone

You both help each other work through things

"You're my rock, Y/N/N." 

"And you're my world, Jen."

Takes care of you during bouts of withdrawal 

Sings to you to calm you down and help you relax

Takes you to theme parks and rides all the big coasters with you so you can get a similar high that you did from the drugs. She gets to be clingy with you and spend the day having fun, so she doesn't mind it, and you enjoy it just the same.

Suggests fun activities for you to do together 

"We should visit that pottery place tomorrow! I've heard a lot of good things about it." 

You stick close together when you're in public, especially when paparazzi are near

Your presence helps with her anxiety, and you hold her close and tell jokes to keep her attention off of it

Random surprise celebrations waiting for you when you get home

"Hey Jen, I'm home." You announce, shrugging your coat off before hanging it up on the metal rack next to the front door. 

"In here," she calls from the kitchen, effectively pulling you in with that sweet voice of hers. When you reach the doorway and peek in, a dumbstruck smile slowly parts your lips as you see the set up she constructed. 

"Happy 3 Weeks" a multicolored banner reads, displaying the phrase above your dining room table where Jennie sits. "Surprise, honey," she says softly, glancing down at the cake she made for you as she scoots it closer. You approach the table and examine it, practically feeling your heart grow 10 sizes from the love you hold for your girlfriend. 

"Is this why you left practice early?" 

"Mhm," she nods, kissing your cheek before she reaches into a small gift bag next to her chair. "I'm so proud of you," she grins, sliding a thin, glittery headband into your hair. It has two springs attached to the top that bounce in every direction possible, surely making you look like a dork. 

"God, I love you." 

"You'd better keep that same energy after trying the cake. I think I might've added too much baking soda…"

You shake your head and pull her in, pressing kiss after kiss to her lips until she's grinning just as hard as you. 

Going on adventures with Kuma and Kai

Especially to dog parks and other national parks 

Helps you fill things out for rehab and doesn't let you get too stressed about it

Helps you regain confidence in yourself if you relapse

"This isn't the end, Y/N. You're strong, I know you can beat this."

Is right next to you through it all

After You've Recovered

Go on an annual vacation to get away from everything and celebrate your sobriety. You take the opportunity to escape the media and reconnect with each other

"Where to this year, Y/N? Bora Bora, maybe?"

Intimate celebration between the two of you on vacation, and then the girls throw you a party when you come back

♡♡♡♡♡

Rosé

You were really good at hiding your secret from people -- especially those that you care about most. You're always afraid that once they find out, they'll pack up and leave. 

Rosé was one of the first to actually stay

She had been fairly oblivious to your struggles since you masked that side of yourself well, but one day the two of you attended a little get-together at your old friend's house, and your dirty laundry was aired.

"Bro, come on, let's play Truth or Dare!" One of your old friends says, perking up at the fact that he remembered the game even existed. He's already a little tipsy, but so are some of the others. 

"I don't know, dude," you hesitantly start, missing the way that Rosé curiously raises a brow beside you. 

"Come on, we'll keep it tame." Another person adds from the couch opposite you, their voice low. You recognize her as Cho, a sort of frenemy from your high school years. Something doesn't sit right for you with the hint of mischief that shines in her eyes, but your friends' pleas eventually push the feeling away and you relent. 

"Fine, but if Austin gets dared to do some dumb shit like last time I'm dropping out." 

"Like what?" 

"Like what?" You ask back, disbelief evident in your voice. "Are you forgetting the fact that I had to bail you out after you got arrested for streaking down the neighborhood?" 

"Okay, fair point," Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Just a few rounds." 

--

As everyone's once boisterous laughter finally dies down into quiet chuckles, you turn to Rosé for a quick kiss. She reciprocates and holds you there for a few more seconds, loving the way your lips feel against her own. As you brush your nose against hers and garner a sweet giggle from her, Cho interrupts the moment with a phrase that makes your blood run cold. 

"So, Rosé, has Y/N told you about the time she got arrested for drug possession? Word on the street is that she still can't shake her old habit..." 

Rosie feels the way you tense up at the question and pull away from her, cringing at the exposure you just received. The room goes silent, enabling a pen to be heard if it were dropped. 

"Hey," Austin goes to defend you, about to yell at her for bringing up such a difficult topic. 

"It's fine, Austin," you say, sticking your hand out in front of him to keep him from approaching her. The last thing you want right now is a screaming match about your struggles. 

Rosie finally speaks up after what feels like an eternity, turning to Cho to say, "No, but that's none of your business. And I strongly advise that you don't speak on her name like that again." She cuts her eyes at the other girl, sending an icy glare at her to show that she's serious before giving her attention to you again. 

When a few tense moments pass with no one really saying anything, Jackson, the host, speaks up. "I think you need to go, Cho." 

"Ah, what a shame. The fun was just starting," she mockingly pouts, stopping next to you on her way out the door. Rosé strokes the back of your hand to soothe you, tracing mindless patterns with her thumb until your shoulders relax and you look into her eyes. With Cho now gone, your friends decide to go out into the backyard and give the two of you some time to clear things up. 

"So, I guess we should talk." You start, pulling your legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross. She studies the way that you begin to nervously fidget and drop eye contact, and the sight breaks her heart. 

"Your past is your past, Y/N, and I won't ever judge you for it. I wish she wouldn't have brought it up like that -- I really wish she didn't," she says, emphasizing the word to remind you of how upset she is with Cho, "But I can tell that you're still struggling. I want to help you get better, and I'll be here with you every step of the way, babe. You mean the world to me." She smiles sadly, trying not to think of how much it would hurt to lose you. 

"Okay," you breathe out, accepting the honest help that she's extending to you. You've been burned and lied to in the past, but you trust Rosé to stay true to her word and assist you on the hard journey laid out before you. "Let's start from the beginning," you say, preparing yourself to retell your struggles from the moment they began all those years ago. 

Road To Recovery

Takes care of you when withdrawal hits hard

Isn't afraid to take the day off if it's bad enough and she needs to

"Hey, Teddy. Tell everyone that I'll be staying home today, okay? I've already let the girls know, too." 

Reassurance to the max

"You're doing amazing."

Is your shoulder to cry on when times get tough

On a weekend trip, the two of you snuck away to the beach to go cliff diving. It was a thrilling experience, and you'll always remember that day with her

Helps you find healthier alternatives to your addiction that can make the transition easier until you fully recover

"Baby, look at this." She says, repositioning her laptop so that you can see what she's looking at. The two of you are sitting on the bed, and her legs are stretched out over yours. "These herbs are safe to smoke and they can help with a lot of your troubles. These over here," she says, pointing to a section of the screen, "help with stress and anxiety. They make it easier to relax." You nod, logging the information in your brain as you run a hand over her smooth skin to keep yourself calm. It's a habit that both of you love. "Thank you, Rosie. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me." You say, keeping your head down as you remember all the people that have left you behind in your time of need. 

"You'd do the same for me, and I'm happy to be here for you." She declares, holding one of your hands within both of her own. She cradles it delicately, just like she does your heart. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel my love. I'm not going anywhere, babe." She leans in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Keeps your spirits up if you relapse

"You're not a failure, Y/N/N. This is just a setback, and we're going to get through it together."

One of her friends told her about a fun art class that's supposed to help people in recovery let go of some of their resentment and negative feelings, so she brought it up and you agreed to go

It was structured in two parts:

Part 1: Everyone went out to an old car lot that had various old vehicles, electronics, and other things to smash up. Once you let loose and relieved some of your tension, you collected scraps of the things you destroyed.

Part 2: With the scraps you brought back, you were told to create any type of artwork you wanted -- whatever felt right. Collage, graffiti, scrapbook, etc. At the end of the class, you were informed of the driving message behind it: Though the negative feelings and aversions you dealt with in the past may have left you feeling broken, you never really were -- you've always had the power to piece yourself back together and continue on.

After You've Recovered

Taking a month off work every year to travel and experience new things together. Usually consists of going to another city (or even country) and exploring their art museums and other artistics outlets 

The new experiences help remind you off all the reasons you want to stay sober, and they help her have new material for her songs

Lots of pictures and drawings to remember all of your adventures

Collect trinkets to hang up / display, especially around the holidays

The girls have a special celebration waiting for you when you return

♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

She could tell something was wrong when your behavior started to change over the course of a couple weeks

She suspected other things, but after finding a substance in your bag while on a vacation trip, she was blind sided by the reality of the situation

"Hey Lis, have you seen my swimsuit?" You casually ask, strolling into your hotel bedroom in search of the item. "I thought I left it--"

Your words catch harshly in your throat, nearly making you choke from how quickly you cut yourself off. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with the baggy in her hands, and tears brim in her eyes. 

"Fuck," you wince, closing your eyes as you put your face in your hands. "You weren't supposed to find out like this."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, staring straight ahead, though her eyes don't focus on anything in particular. Knowing you hurt her is bad enough, but seeing her like this makes the pain even more evident. 

"I was going to, I promise. But I've been trying to wean myself off of it," you begin to explain, slowly walking across the room until you're in front of her. You squat down and put your hands on her thighs, staying quiet until she meets your gaze. "I've tried to quit cold turkey in the past but it didn't go down well. I figured I could handle this on my own and not get you involved."

"Baby, I want to be involved. You've been different lately, and having you shut me out didn't help ease my fears. I want to be a part of this, okay? You can turn to me when you feel alone," she says through the occasional tears that roll down her cheeks, "It's my job to help you and keep you safe. So let me," she crouches down next to you as she says the last part, wrapping her arms around you when she notices your lip tremble. "I'm not gonna let this get between us," she says against your shoulder, reminding you of how strong her love for you is. 

"I'm sorry I waited so long," your words are muffled against her shirt, but she can hear how the emotion in them changes your voice slightly. 

"We have to start somewhere, and this is just as good a time as any. I'm right here, Y/N/N."

Road To Recovery

Sweet texts and reminders throughout the day

"Hey baby, have you eaten today? The girls and I miss you like crazy." 

--

"Don't forget about your check-up tomorrow. I already told my manager that I'll be taking the day off, so I'm all yours 😉"

--

"*image attachment* Question: Do you think Lego would look cute in this or do you think Lego would look cute in this? Because he WOULD." 

Stargazing trips to talk about how far you've come

Making treats for the cats together if you have a bad day

Sometimes your withdrawal leaves you with weird cravings, but she never hesitates to race to the store at any hour and snatch up your favorite treats

Learning how to cook together to keep you occupied and give you a hobby (plus she's always wanted to get better at it)

“If you fling that at me, I swear to God I'll--”

"Oops!"

"LISA!" 

Day trips to random parks and open locations to have little photoshoots when she has free days

Once took you bungee jumping for the experience and adrenaline rush

Bringing you into the studio if you're having a hard time and don't want to be alone

Always listens to you and shows how much she cares

Opts out of events if she suspects that drugs will be there to tempt you (considering you're always her plus one)

You still send her to enjoy herself at the events without you sometimes, though it does take a lot to convince her to leave you at home

"Okay, okay! But we're binging that new show when I get back." 

Makes you laugh often and cheers you up when you need it most

She's your sunshine

After You've Recovered

Considering that you're her muse and she's the artist that she is, she hatched a plan early on to document your journey to recovery

"One more, babe. Just like that." She instructs, holding the camera up to her eye one final time. "Perfect." 

"Alright, close your eyes and turn around." She commands while returning to the coffee table that sits in the middle of your living room. Her hands make quick work of putting the finishing touches on her gift for you while you patiently sway and hum to whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment. 

"Annnnnd done!" She shouts, approaching you with a wide smile tugging at her lips as she holds the book out in front of herself. "It's a photo album. I started it the day you told me you wanted to try and get better," she says, smiling softly as she slowly walks you through the beginning pages of the book. "I thought it would be nice to see how far you've come," her eyes remain glued to the pictures she took as she continues flipping, and she fails to realize that you're staring at her now. 

"I'm so in love with you. I can't thank you enough, Lis. This is beautiful." You shake your head in quiet disbelief, genuinely surprised that someone would work so hard on something for you. It shouldn't be a surprise with her though, considering how much she loves you, but it still baffles you sometimes. 

"This gift only shows a fraction of my love for you, but I'm happy you like it. This is nothing, baby; there's so much more where this came from. Thank you for letting me in." She captures your lips in a meaningful kiss, and finds it hard to pull away. You seem to be her drug of choice, but neither of you care to end that sweet addiction.

Annual trips to photoshoots and fashion shows

Being her favorite model (seriously, she could look at you for hours on end)

Always feeling so loved and cherished, no matter what the two of you are doing