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milfsloverblog · 7 months

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Secret Benefits (NSFW)

Part 3 (previous part here)

Sugar mommy!Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

A/N: Listen, you guys know me, I just had to include some angst in this. So, tiny bit of angst in this chapter, and these two idiots are still convinced that the other one doesn’t want them. OH!! You can see edits I made of Larissa’s outfit in this chapter here. Thank you for the enthusiasm you all show for this fic. Enjoy! <3

You were putting your shoes on when your phone buzzed with an incoming text from Larissa.

I’m here. Xx

She was right on time, of course she was.

You had arranged that she would pick you up from your place at 3, and you would spend the afternoon getting spoiled by her.

You took a last look in the mirror, wondering if you should have opted for a lighter lipstick, not that you had enough time to change it anyway.

Larissa had told you to wear something comfortable, but not too comfortable. “A blouse and some black pants will do just right,” she’d said, and you had sent her a picture of the few blouses you owned, letting her pick the one she wanted you to wear.

Your jaw dropped when you stepped out of your flat and caught Larissa standing by her car, slightly leaning on it. She wore a suit this time, a deep burgundy suit that perfectly matched her lipstick, with a white shirt underneath. Her hair had been let down from its usual intricate updo, her silver curls falling on her shoulders and framing her soft, pale face. She was a vision, truly, and it made you stop functioning for a moment.

“Hello, darling.” Larissa flashed you a smile when you finally reached her.

“Hi, Larissa.” You smiled back, getting on your tiptoe to place a kiss on her cheek, feeling one of her hands on your waist as you did so.

She wore flats this time, and you found that she wasn’t that tall without her heels. She was still tall, sure, but it was perfect. She was the perfect height. She was perfect.

“Hop inside, sweetling,” she said as she pulled the car door open for you, letting you get inside.

The ride wasn’t too long, it was spent with her hand on your thigh as you told her about your week and how you nearly had an argument with your coworker when you’d asked to take the day off, making Larissa chuckle a little.

“You said you’ve never been to a place like this, right?” Larissa asked as she pushed the door to the shop open and followed you inside.

“Yeah, it definitely is a first.” You nodded, looking around at the mannequins.

A small brunette quickly made her way over to the both of you, flashing Larissa a wide smile.

“Miss Weems,” she said. “I hope you’re doing well. Would you require some help with your shopping today?”

Larissa looked down at you before looking back at the assistant.

“Thank you, Clarice, but it won’t be necessary. I will let you know if we ever need some assistance.” Larissa smiled and the brunette nodded before going back to where she had appeared from.

“Come,” Larissa said, leading you through the shop. “I was thinking, since this is your first time, that I will let you choose the sets you’d like to try on. I will, however, still pick a couple of things I’d like to see you wearing.”

You gave a nod, happy at the prospect that you’d have some free rein while still being under Larissa’s control.

She walked with you around the shop, giving you advice on which fabric was the softest, which lingerie would be better suited to wear for a whole day and which one would be better for special occasions.

It was almost hypnotising, listening to her talking so passionately about colours and fabric, watching her fingertips brushing the different sets as she spoke.

Larissa chose three pieces for you to try on. A white lace body and a sage bra and panties set. You personally picked a burgundy set, something that matched her outfit, and a royal blue one.

The woman showed you the way to the changing room, helping you carry the pieces you were to try on.

“Let me know what you think of them, will you?” She asked.

You nodded and smiled before closing the curtain and taking a deep breath.

Right, you thought, time to try on some lingerie while the hottest woman alive is waiting right outside.

You took your time undressing and trying on the first set, the blue one. It looked nice, but it wasn’t what you had expected when choosing it.

“I tried the blue set on,” you told Larissa. “It’s beautiful, but not on me.”

Larissa’s eyebrows knitted. Not beautiful on you, what did that even mean? If only she could see you, see what you meant by “not on me”. But alas…

A couple of minutes went by without another word from you until you let out a frustrated groan.

“Larissa?” You called, getting a soft hum in answer. “I can’t close the button at the back all by myself, could you maybe…”

Larissa straightened her shoulders before pushing the curtain aside, just enough to slip herself inside the changing room.

You were trying on the white body she had picked for you, your hands desperately reaching back to close the button.

“Let me,” she said gently, her fingers brushing against the skin of your back as she buttoned the body shut.

Larissa took a step back once it was done, watching as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt a little unconscious as you spun on your heels to show her the result. She had picked this model, after all, you thought she’d like to see what it looked like on you.

The tall woman’s breath hitched as she watched you turn around. She had picked the perfect model for you.

“May I?” She asked, lifting her hand and reaching out when you nodded your approval.

“Here,” Larissa said, gently pulling on the lace that covered your left breast and making sure it lay flat against your skin.

Your eyes never left her face as she did so, not even when her fingers brushed against the swell of your left breast and made you shiver.

She looked beautiful, she looked passionate, but there was something else there too, hidden deep inside her blue eyes. Something more primal, something the lion felt when the antelope stepped too close to it.

“Beautiful,” Larissa whispered under her breath. “It’s a beautiful piece, I suggest you get this one. But the choice is all yours today, enjoy it while it lasts.” She winked and took a last up-and-down look at you before stepping out of the changing room.

Another moment went by where you let Larissa know that the sage set, as pretty as it was, simply wasn’t your colour.

You tried the burgundy set last, smiling as you looked at your reflection. It looked great on you, and the thought of wearing underwear that matched Larissa’s outfit was arousing in more ways than one.

You took a deep breath and brushed your fingertips on your breasts, closing your eyes as you imagined them to be someone else’s fingers.

Larissa walked back and forth in front of the closed curtain while you changed back into your clothes. She had managed to steady her heartbeat, taking a couple more deep breaths to fully relax herself.

She was about to take another step when she noticed that the curtain wasn’t properly closed. She didn’t think twice as she reached up and grabbed a handful of the velvety fabric to close it, only to unintentionally catch a glimpse of you inside the changing room.

If Larissa’s heartbeat had successfully steadied previously, it felt like it had completely stopped as her eyes landed on you. It only took less than a second for her brain to register what you were doing with one of your hands splayed on the wall while the other one busied itself between your legs.

Larissa held her breath, her mouth falling slightly open as she watched you. This was better than anything she had imagined when touching herself and thinking of you. She watched for what seemed to be hours, her eyes never leaving your face, wishing to memorise every single one of your expressions.

She wanted to see you climax, she craved to know the face you’d make as you’d reach your peak, if your knees would buckle and if you’d keep touching yourself to overstimulation.

Larissa, the little voice tugged at the back of her mind. Larissa, you shouldn’t. Larissa… Larissa!

The tall woman jumped and quickly shut the heavy curtain, her knuckles turning white as she kept tightly holding onto the fabric.

Larissa closed her eyes, her head hanging low as she let go of the curtain. She hated it. Not the fact that she had caught you masturbating, no. She hated the nagging feeling in her chest, one that she knew all too well.

She remembered feeling that nagging thing for the first time as a teenager when Morticia had started getting closer to Gomez and more distant from her.

That nagging feeling had grown and grown and grown until it had seeped through the cracks of Larissa’s heart and filled her whole body.

She hadn’t been able to properly control her shapeshifting abilities back then, and so she had woken up one day with her skin tinted a deep grassy green. She had hidden in her room for a couple of days, spending hours scrubbing at her skin in the shower only to burst into tears of frustration when nothing helped.

There was nothing she could do about it, Larissa had literally turned green with jealousy.

And she felt it again, as she took a step back from the changing room, that awful nagging pull in her heart.

She was buying you lingerie, beautiful silk and lace that you would wear for someone else. For the person you were thinking about right then with your hand between your legs, the one who would get to peel those expensive pieces off your body.

And it made Larissa sick with envy. She was sure that hadn’t she been able to control herself, she would have turned green again.

If she only had watched you for a moment longer, Larissa would have caught her name slipping from your mouth barely audibly as your thighs clenched around your hand, a strong orgasm washing over you.

It took you a few minutes to fully get down from your high, your cheeks burning in embarrassment as you realised what you had done. Anyone could have caught you. A shop assistant, a customer, Larissa. That last thought made you shiver, you would have died on the spot if the older woman had caught you masturbating.

You quickly got dressed and picked two sets from the ones you had tried on, the burgundy one that matched Larissa’s suit and the white one she seemed to have loved on you.

“Larissa,” you said as you walked out of the changing room carrying the lingerie.

The woman looked up and you could immediately tell that something had happened. She did push a smile, but it wasn’t quite right, it didn’t reach her eyes like it usually did.

“Did you make your choice, darling?” She asked, looking at the pieces in your hands.

“Yes, yes. I like these the most.” You raised your right hand to show her the ones you’d want to keep, earning a nod from the older woman.

“Larissa, is everything alright? You seem a bit-“ your question was interrupted by the same shop assistant from earlier asking you if you had found anything to your liking. You showed her the sets you’d like to keep and handed them to her so she could take them to the till.

Larissa’s hand fell on the small of your back and she guided you to follow the shop assistant. She was quiet, awfully quiet as she pulled her Visa card from her handbag and paid for your items. And still awfully quiet as you both walked out of the shop and back towards her car.

She took the bag from your hand and placed it in the trunk of her car before opening the passenger door for you, only closing it once you were comfortably seated.

You didn’t know what it was exactly, but you could feel the bad energy oozing from Larissa as she sat down by your side. Something had happened, that much was clear, and you feared it was somehow your fault.

A few minutes passed where both of you remained silent, Larissa’s eyes never leaving the road. She stopped at a traffic light and your gaze fell on her hand holding the gear lever, noticing the death grip that she had on it.

“Larissa,” you whispered, your fingers gently wrapping around hers on the lever. The small gesture seemed to be enough to snap the woman out of her trance, her head turning so she could look at you.

“I’m sorry, darling. I’ve lost myself in my thoughts again.” She pushed a small smile, one that looked more sincere than the previous one. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did, I enjoyed every second of it,” you said sincerely, your thumb gently brushing her fingers. “And I don’t want it to end now.” You admitted.

Larissa looked at you for a moment, her sapphire eyes boring into yours.

Is that really all there is to it? She wanted to ask. Are you just company to me and am I just easy money to you?

“We’ll have dinner,” she said, looking back to the road when the light turned green.

“Dinner sounds perfect. Where are you taking me?”

“The Paragon.” She answered without thinking twice.

You noticed the quick look she gave to your outfit, making you shuffle in your seat.

“If my outfit isn’t appropriate for the place you’re taking me to, we could drop by my house and I’ll wear the dress you bought for our first date.”

Date, the word echoed through Larissa’s mind.

“Get in the backseat,” Larissa said, a little authoritatively almost like a teacher would.

“Sorry?” You shook your head, watching as she parked the car.

“Get in the backseat, there’s a shopping bag. Something I bought for you a few days ago and wanted to make you wear on our next…rendezvous.” She explained.

You gave a quick nod and stepped out of the car to quickly get in the backseat.

“Vivienne Westwood?” You raised an eyebrow. Even someone who didn’t know much about fashion would know about Vivienne Westwood.

“Yes, she used to be one of my favourites when I was younger,” Larissa said, turning the engine back on to drive away. “But I’ve become more reasonable now.”

You opened the bag and pulled out the piece of clothing, a long black dress with long sleeves and white patterns.

“It should fit with your flats.” She said, looking at you in the rear-view mirror.

“I absolutely love it, thank you, Larissa.” You smiled and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, earning yourself a smile from the woman.

“Get changed,” she said. “We’ll be at the restaurant in about twenty minutes.”

“Here?” You frowned.

“Well, yes, here.” Larissa chuckled as if it was the most evident thing ever. “The windows are tinted, no one can see you from the outside.”

But you can, you thought.

“I won’t look.” She added as if she could read your mind.

You stayed still for a moment but eventually gave a nod before starting to unbutton your blouse.

Larissa kept her eyes on the road as much as she possibly could, her knuckles once again turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. She could see you peeling off your clothes in the rear-view mirror from the corner of her eyes. She had to refrain from stealing a few glances, biting onto the inside of her cheeks to keep herself focused.

“Your underwear too,” Larissa said, a little too strictly which made you jump.

“I thought you weren’t looking!”

“And I’m not. But the bag is in the trunk, so I know you haven’t changed that. Pull on the middle seat and reach for the bag. I want you to wear the burgundy one.”

“Oh, wanting to match?” You teased a little, pulling on the middle seat once you had gotten rid of your bra and panties.

Larissa allowed herself one glance then, only one. She was greeted by the expanse of your naked back flexing as your arm reached inside the trunk for the shopping bag.

Her eyes snapped back to the road when you straightened up, but not before she could catch a glimpse of your side boob, her tongue instinctively darting out to wet her lips.

“You can look now,” you said once you had put the lingerie on. It wasn’t anything that Larissa hadn’t already seen.

Larissa waited a short moment before looking in the mirror, not wanting to appear too eager to watch you.

You put the dress on, muttering under your breath as you struggled with the zipper for a moment, making Larissa chuckle softly.

“We’ve arrived,” she said, parking the car in front of the restaurant just as you managed to zip the dress up.

Larissa stepped out of the car and opened the back door, offering you her hand to help you out of the car which you gladly took.

“You look beautiful,” she said, looking you up and down. “It suits you. I thought it might be a bit too long, but it’s perfect.”

“You look beautiful too,” You said, squeezing Larissa’s hand.

The older woman looked taken aback by the compliment, so much so that it made you wonder if it was a rare occurrence for her.

“You do!” You reassured her, grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you for the dress and the lingerie. I’ll wear it thinking of you.”

Larissa's body moved automatically, her hand cupping your cheek as she stepped forward, trapping you between the car and herself.

I’ll wear it thinking of you, your voice sounded in her head. Do you have any idea what you do to me, she wanted to ask. Do you have any idea what you do to me?

“Larissa,” you whispered, taking hold of the hand that was cupping your cheek and kissing its palm, successfully snapping your companion out of her thoughts. The heat emanating from her body mixed with her perfume was unbearable, you needed her to step away before you did something you would regret.

“I’m sorry, sweetling,” she said, taking a step back and pulling her hand away from you.

Your chest was heaving up and down, Larissa noticed. Had she scared you? She hoped she hadn’t. She needed to get a grip on herself and control those…urges.

She doesn’t want you, told the little voice at the back of her mind. Stick that in your brain, Larissa. She doesn’t want you like that.

And she tried, Larissa really tried to get that into her brain. But as you walked inside the restaurant together and you slipped your hand in hers, letting your fingers interlace, she couldn’t help but wonder - what if?

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theunaestheticstudyblr · 2 years

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Broke college student tip:

Learn to love cooking. Like get into it. Enjoy it. Get excited to cook. Why? When you learn to cook and enjoy it you'll save money. Lots of money. And you'll be eating better, healthier food too.

For example. I'm eating seafood and veggie pasta right now with a white wine cream sauce. In a restaurant, this would be a fancy meal, costing $20 or so for a small portion. Literally cost me like $5 or so in ingredients to make. And like 20 minutes to cook. And I made enough for lunch AND dinner. When you know how to cook you can make cheap foods taste amazing.

Here's some advice how to make this easier:

Buy frozen things. Frozen veggies, frozen fruits, frozen meats, etc. Frozen lasts longer and saves you money and stress.

Have basic herbs and spices on hand. Salt, pepper (red, black, and white), thyme, rosemary, basil, garlic powder, onion powder, turmeric, bay leaf (chopped is best), cinnamon, paprika, cumin, and sage are my most commonly used ones!

Common recipe ingredients to keep on hand: pasta, rice, lemon/lime juice, garlic, onion, white wine, frozen veggies, potatoes, frozen meats, sugar, butter, pasta sauces, tomatoes, eggs, soda/pineapple juice/beer (great for marinades or cooking meat).

Frozen things when stored properly can be stored for a couple months and portioned out making quick meals easy!

Learn flavor profiles. Citrus, basil, rosemary, butter, salt, garlic, and onion are all fairly universal in their uses while things like cumin and turmeric have a stronger, earlier flavor and are great for stews, curries, pastas, soups, and sauces!

Learn to shop. If it's non-perishable and bogo, get it! Bogo (buy one get one) is basically half off and now you have two things for when you need it! Walmart brand pasta is like $0.98 a box. You can also get a bag of frozen extra small shrimp at Walmart for like $5 and there's about 50 in a bag. Shop non-perishable items by weight (price per ounce) and perishables by size.

Pasta sauce can be put in the freezer and if stored well can keep for like 3 months!

Sauté your veggies! They taste so good that way!!! A little butter, garlic, rosemary, and onion. Sprinkle with salt after and viola!

It's easy to fall into a food rut, so treat yourself every now and then with something different or challenge yourself by limiting yourself to 5 ingredients or something to make you exercise your skills.

Make your own barbecue sauce. It's so fun! All you need is molasses, ketchup, brown sugar, and whatever you want to customize it. I usually put honey and bourbon in mine.

Go on pinterest and find easy recipes! The great thing about a recipe is every single one you see is customizable and was made to the cooker's preference. You don't like mushrooms? Don't put them in and add something earthy and unami like turmeric or sumac in its place.

Tofu is easier than you think.

Rice is very filling and goes with most everything.

Keep fresh herbs fresh by putting them in water. You might even root and grow your own!

Frozen fruits are amazing for marinades or more "tropical" tasting recipes. Frozen citrus and pineapple are great for making a citrus chicken and rice! Just defrost in a bowl and then add the chicken to the bowl.

Tortillas are amazing and keep for a while in the fridge.

Print out recipes and keep them in a binder so you make notes and changes directly on the paper!

#study blog #student #studyblr #student life #study hard #productivity #school #studying #school advice #uni student #university student #uni life #uni #university #uniblr #university studyblr #cooking

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k-looking-glass-house · 8 months

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Disorder up! Mystery menu

I am not entering the event!!! (I love it Daisy!!! But I have no peticular setting or oc to contribute!)

I just wanted to share this amazing fan event with some "fake" animation lol! And promote those sprite which absolutely don't belong to me!!!! Congrates Daisy please!!!!

Hope that's ok.....

All those wonderful sprite edits were made by @twst-the-night-away Go check it, it's awesome!!! So much fun to have and get, and the writing stuff is soooo good!!!

Story

Real K goes to Old Sage Diner to get her "diabolo grenadine" drink only avaibable there, without knowing of the last incident! Noone knew she actually regulary goes here as her social skills is near 0, and the NRC students were shocked to see her outside the Mystery's S shop. She pout and told them (actually Ace) that's one of the reason he still didn't ask "you/Yuu(sona)" out! Causing some light trouble again and Cater handling the situation with her Diabolo Grenadine, and deep dark choco tarte! Sebek scolded Ace as "real K" is waka-sama's official fanclub member, and Epel went along as it's rude to not recognize someone's makeup....making him slightly worried he was able to do so.

random info:

Real K is Sebek second member of Waka-sama's fanclub (they have a good relation ship based on their love for Maleficent/Malleus).

Epel recognised instantly her sparkly makeup, as Vil uses the same brand.

Ca-kun is in the "Bambi club" with Idia and real K, as they get sleep deprived sharing their depressed mood and special food or activities they love!

Ace is her looong so looonnngggg little lost baby brother in a twisted disney fandom! He asked her some advice in love and get glued when he wants to be spoiled...He is a very spoiled yet gentle brat.

Diabolo grenadine is a french drink from 20/30's! Similar to lemonade but very soft and light in sugar!

Well go go go!!

Please go check Daisy's event!! And everyone entry!!

#disorder up!#twisted wonderland fan event #twisted wonderland #all daisy's work!!!#Yes Sebek is swinging right and left and his roller skate...

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badlydrawnbeastcookies · 3 months

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Sorry if I already asked this question, but why would you all go from saviors to beasts?! And I don't wanna hear "because I can," "because I'm bored," or "it's fun." I want actual, concise reasons why each of you turned to destroying innocent cookies. As for you, Shadow Milk cookie, *lassos him with the lasso of truth* I don't want to hear lies, only the truth. Otherwise, I'll get the guardian of the seal to deal with you!

"Wooow you all REALLY want to pry into our personal life, don't you?"

"Fine, I'll tell you, but only because I LOVE a good story."

"Burning Spice Cookie was the first, with a temper as strong as fire, it wasn't long before they got a taste for destruction. Why bother building things for ungrateful little cookies when it could be DESTROYED instead?"

"Eternal Sugar Cookie was second, growing tired of songs, sleeping instead. And as more and more cookies bothered them, begging for more songs happiness, they destroyed anyone who disturbed them until they learned to let them do nothing."

"Mystic Flour Cookie was third, once a figure of sage advice now turning their back on their followers and disappearing, coming back as an apathetic beast who didn't care about those they let down. Or anything anymore."

"And then I was fourth, during the time where my friends were becoming beasts I was researching more and more into magic, and well, magic corrupts, doesn't it? I was so hungry for more knowledge and it was NEVER enough. So I turned to telling stories instead."

"We... don't really know what happened to Silent Salt Cookie. One day they stopped talking, becoming a silent and cruel warrior. If there was a reason, they didn't tell us."

"And that's the story of how we became beasts! Well, it is if that truth lasso of yours is working. I wouldn't be so certain."

#value of apathy [mystic flour tag]#value of destruction [burning spice tag]#value of silence [silent salt tag]#value of sloth [eternal sugar tag]#message from anonymous #value of deceit [shadow milk tag]

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almost-a-class-act · 1 year

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Writing prompts for aging - because sometimes it's nice to imagine our characters getting older!

Finding that first white hair.

Hurting oneself doing a simple task (and taking three times as long to recover!)

Reaching a milestone birthday.

Realizing they haven’t been ID’d in a while/getting ID’d but this time for the senior’s discount.

Finding it hard to drive at night.

Looking around a venue and noticing that everyone is a child (aka twenty).

Someone thinks that they and their much older SO/parent/older coworker are siblings or similarly-aged peers.

Forgetting something important/something they normally never forget.

Having to take a light out to read a menu/give in and increase the text size on their phone.

Needing glasses or another assistive device but refusing to get them.

Trying to get out of going somewhere because it starts after eight/ends after midnight.

Leaving an event because there’s nowhere to sit/the music is too loud.

Having a minor crisis because they can’t find their purse/car stash of ibuprofen.

Figuring out they can’t get to sleep because they had too much sugar/caffeine/whatever else never affected them in their twenties, damn it!

A realization that half their friends are getting divorced/their kids are growing up.

Trying to play a sport they haven’t played since college without stretching first.

Singing a song or referencing a film that no one else has ever heard of/Hearing a song from their teenage years on the oldies station.

They don’t know any current celebrities/all the celebrities they know keep dying.

Receiving an invite to their X year high school reunion.

Realizing some major event happened an entire X number of years ago/Referencing a store that “just opened” or a song that “just came out” and realizing it happened years ago.

Having a hell of a time recovering from a hangover.

An unexpected health scare for them or a similarly aged SO/friend/family member.

Being asked for some sage advice.

Having to get affairs in order/sell a home for an aging parent.

Being referred to as old or similar.

Finding out they’re becoming a grandparent, great aunt/uncle, or similar.

Deciding to hire someone for a household chore or repair instead of doing if themselves.

Making a wild purchase and trying to convince themselves it isn’t a midlife crisis.

Deciding to make a change to look or feel younger.

Their first ‘get off my lawn’ moment.

Realizing they are now the age when one of their parents did a Significant Thing, or older.

They’ve officially started going to more funerals than weddings.

HR keeps nudging them about going to that retirement planning course.

Having a pleasant realization about how far they’ve come and how settled they feel.

Napping – on purpose or not on purpose.

Googling a new slang term and the answer is undecipherable because it contains more slang.

A younger friend/family member/acquaintance acts like popular media of your character’s youth is vintage/retro material and wishes they were there when it came out.

Having to buy a pill organizer.

Hearing a youngster debate the exact same thing your character did when they were their age.

Their doctor is younger than them.

#send me a bob or tp ship and a number please i'm in the mood to write old man fic #writing prompts #story prompt #aging #getting older #writing resources

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phoenix-manga · 4 months

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Elu Sorrel

CV: Minami Tsuda

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: December 10

Starsign: Sagittarius

Height: 158 cm

Eye Color: Saffron

Hair Color: Black

Professional Status

Dorm: Sagamore

School Year: 2nd Year

Class: 2-A | Student no. 12

Occupation: Student | Drm Leader

Club: Griffin Scout Club

Best Subject: Griffin Disc

Fun Facts

Favorite Food: Buttered Corn

Least Favorite Food: Biscuits

Dislikes: Complicated technology and unclean places

Hobby: Wood carving

Talents: Morse code

Idol Stats

Performance: A soft voice meant for ballads and folksongs

Choreography: She can do interpretive dance and hip hop, but she doesn't combine the two

Styling Jewel Outfits: Cultural | Cool

Elu is hesitant in new things but tries to keep an open mind. It’s difficult to adjust because she is unsure of what would happen if she tries something new and it might end up a bad experience. Not to mention growing up in an isolated village doesn’t give her enough exposure to foreign cultures.

Locals in her homeland know her to be a strong-willed girl who can be brutally honest because she intends to fix the problem right away, she believes that sugar-coating would delay the solution and make it worse. Though she does feel a little bad if someone cries from her criticism.

Being a beastman, she is very agile with a keen sense of smell as well as strength that surpasses humans. She often goes out hunting with the older members of the group and she displays full cooperation with other teammates.

But another thing to note is that she is a black bear beastman, her temperament is calm but she has a thin patience and she will growl or roar in anger. Despite being so small, she has incredible physical strength.

One thing she dislikes is when the team is unstable and problematic, she would quickly abandon that group and do the job herself or find another that’s got their heads together. She’d rather have the task done quickly and efficiently with no side tracking.

Unfortunately, this gives off the impression that she’s cold and unsociable which is far from the truth. She just needs to tone down a little bit.

Elu is actually mature and gives advice for those who can’t look after themselves. She enjoys the simple things in life and can have her moments where she spouts words of wisdom that makes others think she’s a wise, old sage.

Hometown: Bearland Woods

Family History

She grew up in a village where the locals rarely or never interact with outsiders. They aren’t against having outsiders visit but it was clear they don’t know how to handle interacting with people living different lifestyles.

The villagers are all beastmen who are mostly of the bear genus, though there are some who are deer and raccoon. Everyone knows each other and treat each other as if they were all family. Which means they don’t stand idly by if one of them gets hurt.

But they’ve been especially wary of outsiders after a group of shady businessmen started causing problems for them. Some of their people were imprisoned and branded as the bad guys when they retaliated.

They know nothing about the modern laws of the urban society and are pressured to take deals that would only benefit the other party. Thankfully, her father was a firm man and kept refusing them every time. But it won’t be long until they use every influence they have to chase them out of their home.

Elu is upset by these people and how they seem to be driven by their greed. It doesn’t help that they would disrupt the environment with their logging and illegal dumping.

Unlike city folk, life in her village was simple yet satisfying. They take what they need from the forest while also respecting the cycle of life. They don’t hunt out of vanity or pride. The males usually do the hunting but there have been women who are capable enough to hunt alongside them.

Due to Elu’s elder brother being born with weak body, she has taken the task of hunting for food and foraging. She has been taught knowledge on how to traverse the land and recognize edible and non-edible plants from her father.

Childhood Memories

Elu has a fond memory of her father protecting her from a bison that wandered too close, her father struggled but he overpowered the animal and sent it away from their borders. His tall stature and rough features may have come off as intimidating to others but to Elu he was her hero.

She wanted to be like him so she does everything she can to make him proud. Even courageously taking the chance to leave home to attend DCA in order to help their village.

There was an unpleasant memory where she was told to stay in the house by her father but she got curious and peeked to see these formally dressed businessmen. Whatever they said made her father mad, he eventually sent them away.

But what happened after that was scarred into her memory, a couple of houses in her village were suddenly set ablaze, her brother nearly losing his life when he was trapped in the rubble.

She smelled the source of the fire when the businessmen returned, they smelled like gasoline, when she cried out that they were the culprits. They mocked her by asking if they even have any solid evidence as well as a lawyer, implying that her village wouldn’t win because they have the money and power to make it their victory.

Elu’s rage from what the businessmen said made her determined to focus for the benefit of her village but this in turn made her closed off to outsiders. Afraid they would be like the businessmen, lying through their teeth.

Like Jinlong, she has trouble adjusting to the school life due to the culture shock. So, she often keeps to herself while occasionally asking the professors for advice when Elu feels like there was no other option. Which is the reason why she struggled a lot at first.

Not to mention, she doesn’t understand the concept of idol concerts and what the purpose of this was. She isn’t familiar with the pop songs or rock, she was more of a traditionalist but she felt like not many people would be interested in that.

She was at a loss for what she was doing and if she was even trying hard enough. Until Perrine approached her and made Elu comfortable enough to finally figure out how to get used to the school environment and subjects enough to guarantee her that she won’t need to drop out of school.

Putting her inventing skills to use, she does a lot of favors in exchange for what she needs, be it some notes or tutoring. In time, she got better and has gained a reputation for herself in school. Elu thinks that it’s only a small group but in reality she helped a lot of people and they admire her a lot.

Her grades are fairly decent but it was clear that she started to improve the more she managed to understand the foreign subjects. Not among the top students but still high around the B grade.

An excellent archery shooter who can shoot with high accuracy even when on horseback. She is known to even shoot arrows through ring holes as small as a pinky finger.

School Relationships

Elu mostly kept to herself and her “strictly business” attitude made it difficult for idle chit chat. It wasn’t until she was forced to seek out the help of other students that she learns to communicate more.

Even though she was still a bit professional, she at least made progress. She’s learned to try out new things little by little and learn more about new topics.

Perrine was the first to approach her and wasn’t thrown off by Elu’s reluctance. She managed to win her over just a bit with food because who doesn’t? Plus, it would help the girl relax a little and feel welcome.

Rozeline and Elu started off as acquaintances who exchanged information of interest until they became close enough to consider each other as friends in a way. Elu figured she could gain knowledge she needed from Rozeline and in turn can hope to put her issues in the urban public.

Elu found Rozeline’s inventions innovative and would take notes from her, but she’s sure to also provide her own feedback on how to make it eco-friendly while still efficient.

Jinlong was an enigma to Elu, she has never seen other beastmen let alone something like a dragonkin like Jinlong. So, she is both intrigued but also intimidated. When she got to know Jinlong by chance, she began to admire her. Their goals were different but they both relate to feeling out of place, but unlike Elu who was hesitant at first, Jinlong pushed through and got to her position.

Skilli sees Elu as this lost bear cub who is figuring out the right path, but with so many things she doesn’t know, finding the right path seems impossible. Skilli’s form is from Elu’s desire to find the way to settle her problems that won’t end in turmoil.

Skilli shares her knowledge to Elu as well as guide her to opening her eyes to new things she won’t find from the comforts of her home. Skilli teaches her how to cherish those differences in order to understand the world better. The fairy is the wisest and the most patient out of all the dorm fairies.

Matelot

She is a woodpecker and acts as Elu’s scout, always on the lookout for anything of interest from the treetops. Matelot often marks using symbols that Elu recognizes, she even knows Morse code.

Matelot is very quiet and likes to hide her presence, often scaring people and other animals when she starts pecking away. An animal of very little words, she talks softly into people’s ears before leaving the conversation.

Tala

She is a gypsy vanner horse with a calm temperament. No matter what chaos goes on in the background she just goes, “Oh, the usual?” then does her own thing. But when it’s an emergency, she can go from calm to serious when needed.

Elu often rides on her back to drive away approaching danger. Tala is also powerful enough to push away fallen trees and break small boulders.

Her Unique Magic is called, “Arrow of the Wind”, she can control any direction her arrows to follow her targets with a special wind spell that only she can cast. She can make the wind faster and therefore have a greater impact on the arrows.

She can also use it as a shield, any projectiles within her line of sight can be slowed down or be redirected back to her opponent.

Elu’s magical capability is mostly nature based. Though these abilities are used to benefit her village more than mainly using them for combat, unless she needed to as a last resort. She seeks to use her skills in creating more contraptions that make life easier but not at the cost of the ecosystem.

Mato Sorrel

The chief of their village, he is a large bear beastman who is strong enough to carry about five pine logs. He is having trouble with the businessmen who try to trespass their land and try to trick him into signing a ‘beneficial’ contract, he refuses every time because he didn’t have the opportunity to gain outside knowledge. He isn’t narrow-minded to think that outsiders are greedy but he just hopes that his daughter will be able to handle herself in the academy and hopefully bring an end to the trespassers.

Alo Sorrel (23)

He has a weak body so he isn’t able to hunt or participate in activities involving strength, he chooses to help the village to advance economically while keeping the environment in mind. He often sends letters to Elu to inform her what has been happening in the village. He feels guilty that he can’t do much to prevent trespassers from walking all over their homeland due to his weak body.

The character’s name, “Elu” means “Full of Grace” and is a name of Native American origin while the last name, “Sorrel”, means “reddish brown”. The artist just thought this last name sounded better fitting for the character despite the meaning.

Elu’s dorm, Sagamore, was considered to be the equivalent of the Savanaclaw in NRC. Most of the students there are beastmen much like Savanaclaw. Though, Dragonstone, also shares this comparison but Sagamore has more beastmen than Dragonstone does.

She was originally going to be written with the same wise and calm personality like Pocahontas but then it was changed to be a tougher personality with the sense of adventure and navigation like John Smith. The calm personality went to her brother.

The artist chose to assign a bear to Elu as a nod to Brother Bear as well as to fit the characteristic of someone that looks cute but is actually fierce.

Elu was the hardest to design since the first design had too much details and took the longest to draw, not to mention drawing a mechanical bow was difficult for the artist since contraptions are tricky.

The artist is open to criticism and opinions regarding Native American culture since the internet isn’t always helpful.

#twisted wonderland #diamond crown academy #dca #twst #elu sorrel #sagamore #headcanons

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€uro Tra$h Series: Dipped in $ugar (Part 2)

Pairing: Billy Butcher x You (Reader) || Rating: Explicit || Word Count: 3.3k || Link to Part 1 and Link to Part 3 - final (Timeline for this work is Season 1 btw)

Summary: Billy comes back from work with The Boys. He can't say what he was up to, but makes sure your wait for him is worth it.

Author’s Note: Really happy to post this sequel as I appreciated the love and feedback Part 1 got. Would like to know how this work compares to Part 1 (I feel like I let this one go more lol, tried to make the smut a little hotter, and be intentional with pacing the story) and hear any writing advice in general. I’m excited and enjoying getting back into it!

Warnings: same as before — sugar daddy / daddy kink (use of the name daddy 2 times), age gap (implied, not specified), swearing, protected p in v, tiny bit of choking and degrading reader

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You woke up startled. The sound of several deep, booming male voices arguing outside the room reverberated through the door. You hardly had time to blink the sleepiness out of your eyes before the latch unlocked and Billy came striding in followed noisily by three other men all talking at once. You lifted your head and instinctively covered your arms around your frontside even though you were completely clothed.

“Jesus, fuck!” one of the men exclaimed, just as startled. “Butcher, who the hell—”

The sound of a heavy, blunt metal object clattering onto the table cut off the question and made you flinch as Billy stared at your rigid figure laying on the bed.

“ ‘m sorry, sweetheart, thought you would’ve left by now,” he said.

Your eyes flitted between him, the group of strangers frozen in place on the motel’s sage green carpet, and the large semi-automatic rifle laying next to your half eaten dinner. You forced yourself to take a shaky breath as you noticed Butcher’s battered physique — in fact — you realized all of them were in pretty bad shape: clothes tattered, arms cut and bruised, faces caked in sweat, grime, and dried blood. Each had at least one handgun tucked into the waistband of his pants.

“I’m going to get us another room,” the tall, skinny man announced awkwardly. “Come with me, Frenchie.” The shortest man nodded, took a moment to shift his gaze between you and Billy, then back to meet your eyes in a gentle glance as if he wanted to say something, but instead, he darted out quickly.

“Un-fucking-believable. This where you been fucking off to, Butcher?” the man who was left asked, glaring at Billy. “How fucking old is she, by the way?”

“She’s a fucking consenting adult so mind your fucking business,” Billy shot back.

“I would, if your business, like maybe the fucking plan tonight, didn’t always end up fucked up.”

Billy had been staring off at the far end of the room, but now turned toward his associate. He took one, slow, menacing step forward, squaring up chest to chest with the man, who was honestly built like a truck. Billy was obviously huge, but this guy’s biceps alone were bigger than your head. Billy’s gray eyes were piercing and stone cold, which you’d never seen before. They never broke contact with the pair of brown eyes across from him. You held your breath waiting for the first swing that never came.

Billy’s voice was low and sounded angry, yet also eerily calm when he spoke.

“You lot are the ones who called me for help. The fucking plan tonight was me doing my fucking best to clean up your mess. So I can fuck off where ever I want with whoever I want because I’m not the one who needs a fucking babysitter. Next time you get in trouble when you go off on your own, MM, call Janine’s nanny.”

The man’s jaw was clenched so tight as he glared at Billy, you thought it would pop. After the longest silent minute you ever had to sit through passed, he shook his head, turning to you. “I’m sorry we scared you. I’m just pissed at this asshole.” With a final angry scowl thrown in Billy’s direction, the last mystery guy pivoted to exit.

As abruptly as the room had been filled, it had emptied. The distance between Billy and you felt like miles in that small, cramped room, alone. You checked the time on the digital clock on the nightstand and did the mental math of how many hours you’d been asleep. You didn’t even remember falling asleep, but from your estimate, you calculated Billy had been gone for five hours. Whether you wanted to find out what happened in those five hours, you weren't sure.

You didn’t move a muscle, and neither did he as he sat against the table, arms crossed over his chest with one hand holding his bearded chin. His body was tense, his face hardened and unreadable. His eyes stared out in front of him, deep in thought. The silence hung heavy like the humid summer air in a New York City alleyway.

You felt confused, but mostly scared. Your heart was pounding in your ears from shock, your breathing was shallow and uneven as if you were recovering from a run, and the tension held throughout your body, culminating in your chest, was almost painful. Yet you couldn’t tell if you were scared of him or for him. It leaned toward the latter.

“That was work?” Your voice came out smaller than you wanted.

Billy straightened up slowly, making eye contact with you for the first time since he’d returned.

“ ‘Fraid so, luv.”

That already sounded like the end of the conversation.

Billy moved to sit at the foot of the bed and started undressing, kicking off his shoes first. You scooted up so you were sitting against the pillows again and hugged your knees into your chest. It was cold because the air conditioning had been running when you accidentally fell asleep, but you didn’t want to get under the covers in case that crossed a line.

You didn’t normally stay the night and sleep with Billy; actually, it had only happened once, when he hit you up on such a whim, you both arrived at the hotel at the same time. The front desk staff only gave a couple weird looks when you two checked in, but Billy being his usual, completely unfazed self helped you ignore any awkwardness you felt. He had appeared a bit disheveled that night, but it was nothing compared to how he seemed right now. You didn’t even have sex; all he did was sleep next to you, one arm wrapped around your waist. He stirred slightly every time you reached for the TV remote or shifted to a more comfortable position, but in the morning when he unceremoniously handed you your payment, he mentioned it was the best sleep he’d gotten in a long while.

“How’d you get here?” Billy asked as he took the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head.

Your voice was a little stronger, but still quiet. “I drove.”

He nodded absentmindedly. “Offer still stands. You don’t needa stay.”

“It’s okay. It’s late. I’d rather not drive at this time.”

He stood to remove his jeans.

“Unless you rather I go,” you added, quickly. Maybe he wanted to be alone after whatever the hell he went through with his coworkers.

“Don’t matter to me,” he replied plainly, shrugging and bending his arms at the elbow, palms facing up as he walked to the bathroom.

This time, Billy stayed in there longer, which made you feel like the amount of time spent waiting with your fifty burning questions you assumed he wouldn’t answer anyways was more than twenty minutes. He went straight for the bed when he came out and untucked the covers on his side to crawl under right next to you. The mattress springs creaked under his weight as he sank in slowly on his back, trying not to wince. After his second shower of the night, he had patched himself up with several bandaids and medical tape wrapped around a couple fingers and his left wrist.

Before you had the chance to stand and wash up in the bathroom yourself, Billy rested his hand against your thigh down by your knee. You immediately relaxed the muscles you didn’t notice were still tense.

“I know you probably have a million questions. I can’t answer ‘em.”

You looked at him understandingly, as if it was totally acceptable to be kept in the dark in regards to the whereabouts of a man whose BFG-50 was still pointing in your general direction, but at least he was straightforward.

“You were never meant to know,” he added.

Now that made you furrow your brows. Know what? You literally didn’t know anything about his life because he’s never told you anything. You and Billy were not close. Your irregular meetings meant you didn’t have a connection built with him like you did with other sugar daddies you saw frequently. Sure, you were madly attracted to him, borderline obsessed, but you were far from friends sharing secrets. The nature of your arrangement was always business, and said business was the epitome of “get that bread, get that head, then leave.” It was work you enjoyed, but the opportunity for meaningful conversation was severely limited.

Billy’s hand slid up your leg and you stiffened again. He slowed, but kept traveling up past your hip to the middle of your back, turning his body onto his side closer to you, his other hand wrapping around your stomach, until you realized he was simply pulling you into a hug. You tucked yourself under his bearded chin and inhaled his scent off his bare chest, his fuzzy hairs tickling your nose.

Now that his adrenaline levels were down, his naturally rough voice was a tad softer. “You shouldn’t be scared of me.”

He spoke in a way that made you think he was not saying to stop your emotions, but externally processing the full realization of how the guys’ surprise entrance and his argument with his buddy affected you.

“Not scared of you,” you explained. “I was concerned for you.”

Billy’s chest rumbled with a chuckle. “Earlier you thought MM might’ve killed me right then and there? Not a chance, darlin’.”

You shook your head. Being witness to angry men sizing each other up can be terrifying, yes, but you hesitated telling him the truth about how you were still unsettled by their bounty-hunters-who-got-badly-beat look.

“You're stiff as a board, luv,” he commented, gently separating you both and bringing one hand to lift your chin to look at him. It was true, you still hadn’t fully relaxed at any point since he’d been back.

Except at this moment — when his lips connected to yours. And you melted.

It was probably the most tender kiss Billy had ever given you, but it didn’t stay that way for long. His tongue started it first, slowly going deeper into your mouth every time he took a breath, but it was your hands that gripped him tighter until your legs became tangled and your hips grinded together. You loved a makeout session that forced you to lose all your senses to where you could only handle hearing, taste, and touch. With your eyes closed, your sight disappears, and since your nose has to concentrate on helping your lungs obtain oxygen, you’re not really focused on smelling. But the sound, taste, and feeling of Billy in your arms is enough to overwhelm you. The longer you go at it, the heavier both of your breathing becomes, interspersed with short gasps and moans, the sloppier your taste buds get in exploring every centimeter of the other’s mouth, and the more desperate your hands are to tug, squeeze, and mold to the shape of your partner’s best assets.

You didn’t usually take your time kissing either, maybe because you typically met on a time crunch, or you were just extremely horny around each other, so you tended to skip to the main event pretty quickly. But you got the sense that because of the night’s earlier situation, Billy wanted to slow down to make sure your head was in an okay space before proceeding, or not. You appreciated that; it was a gentlemanly move. You made sure he knew you were ready for more by rolling on top of him, straddling his hips, and grinding down against his hardening cock, all while keeping your fingers interlocked behind his neck and your lips mashed onto his. Billy responded eagerly, his fingertips gliding across the soft, smooth skin of your back, and creeping underneath your shirt to unhook your bra. He didn’t even bother to remove any of your top layers before feeling up your chest. You refrained from any wanton noises while he kneaded your breasts, but you did bite his lower lip a little extra hard when he teased your nipples.

When you finally separated, the shift of your bodies made you well aware of the wetness in your underwear, and you were practically panting, your hands still roaming his torso because they couldn't decide whether to grip his muscular back, shoulders, or arms.

“The other offer from earlier,” Billy said, his hands sliding down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, “also still stands.”

Catching your breath, you were so nervous of sounding utterly gone already without even being naked, all you could do was nod.

“That a yes? Want me to fuck you ‘til you’re screaming my name, princess?”

“God yes,” you almost moaned. “Please, Daddy.”

You were pretty sure he could hear the urgency in your voice, but you made it crystal clear how badly you needed him by cupping the imprint of his dick through his boxers. Billy grunted in response, and in less than two seconds, he flipped you both over and discarded your leggings and panties carelessly out of the way. Now you were both playing with each other — you stroking his length while any number of his fingers rubbed your clit and teased your folds.

“It’s more than wet down here, luv; you’re soaked,” he chuckled against your neck, his hot breath hitting your ear.

It made you shiver, but at the same time, you were burning up, so you whipped off your shirt and bra. He wasted no time diving in to suck one of your nipples to a hardened peak. When he did the same to its twin, you finally gave in to the loud moan that had been gathering in your throat. Billy released his mouth with a pop and gazed down at you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he said, his eyes hungrily raking over your nude figure before he stood to finally take off his one article of clothing and retrieve a condom.

“That cock block of a call was bloody inconvenient,” Billy muttered as he rolled on the latex and lined himself up to your entrance. “Can’t wait to feel this sweet fucking pussy.”

His last word was punctuated by him sliding in fast and deep. Even though you watched him disappear inside you, you were still caught by surprise, evident in your eyes rolling back into your skull while your mouth formed a silent “O.”

Billy was so goddamn huge and he knew it.

“Somethin’ tells me your other daddies ain’t cuttin’ it,” he smirked. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, just grabbed your hips and set the tenacious tempo he wanted.

“They don’t fuck me like this,” you admitted through heavy breaths, reaching to bring him closer. Your hands settled on his lower back and he leaned forward, his arms moving to either side of your head to prop himself up above you.

“Like what?”

You knew what he wanted you to say. Like I’m a slut. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction so soon, even if it was true and you loved it. Your ability to form a coherent response was waning rapidly from his hips pounding into you anyways. The rhythmic slapping of his skin against yours made your brain go numb.

“Like what, darlin’?” Billy repeated. His right thumb swiped against your lower lip, ready to press into your mouth, while he pulled out and stopped, barely leaving his tip in you. The sudden emptiness brought you out of your daze. You opened your half lidded eyes to find his dark pupils peering down at you.

“Like—like you use me.”

“‘Course I do; what else are ya for?” he snarled.

His hand trailed down, fingers surrounding your neck, squeezing it just enough to hold you down to resume his relentless pace, sinking in deeper and deeper with every thrust.

All your sugar daddies “used” you so to speak, and you obviously used them for money. But with Billy, it never felt like you were fulfilling an obligation to the bit. It was almost natural to sink into the mindset of being nothing but a tool for his pleasure. It was easy because there was something so, so hot about laying spread open for him, allowing him to fuck you any way he wanted, and not caring how rough he was. Knowing you would be left to find bruises and deal with sore legs for the next few days after taking his cock excited you in the most feral, animalistic way.

You let your body go limp and closed your eyes to focus on the sensation of Billy’s dick continuing to stretch you out while he growled more filth disguised as praise in your ear. You were so distracted by his voice urging you to be a good little slut and let your wet cunt come all over his cock because you sounded so pretty moaning his name, you didn’t notice him lick two of his fingers and send them down between your bodies. If you weren't already laying down, the zap of pleasure that shot straight through your stomach from him circling your clit would have made your knees buckle. You were almost embarrassed at how fast your pussy clenched, though you knew it was just a compliment to Billy.

“Don’t be shy, luv,” he chided, as if he was reading your mind.

You gasped as your climax continued to build with each delicious stroke of his hips. The friction was like fire against your nerves, so close to setting your whole body ablaze. Billy was breathing hard now too, sweat beading at his brow. The thumping of the bed against the wall had long been ignored, but now was completely drowned out by Billy’s grunts and groans of how good you felt around him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Like your cunt was made to fit my cock.”

That elicited a loud, unrestrained moan from you. “Daddy,” you whimpered. It was futile to try to hold out longer. Your body craved release. “I’m gona—fuck.”

Your body seized and your mind went blank as pure ecstasy washed over you. The chant of his name filled the space and you wrapped your legs around his waist, sending him impossibly deeper. Billy groaned feeling your pussy contract around him, his climax following close behind. With a last couple thrusts, he shuddered to a stop as he milked himself dry.

Chest to chest, with Billy’s head resting next to yours on the pillow, you slowly came down from your high, unintentionally clenching his softening length as your breathing steadied.

He gave your sweaty forehead a quick peck as he rose up, removing his hand from your throat. You had honestly forgotten it was there, so engrossed in how your lower half had been responding to him. Billy carefully slipped out of you and took care of the condom while you adjusted the bed sheets.

Then he approached you with his wallet and held out two bills. “For staying the night,” he offered.

You shook your head while waving them off with a flip of your hand, not even looking at the number on them. You hadn’t checked the original amount he left in the envelope on the nightstand, but you figured he probably already paid more than what would be equivalent to the actual amount of hours you spent interacting.

“Special deal; cuddles are free, tonight only,” you smiled softly.

Billy returned a small, amused smile. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“Oh, I’m very comfortable,” you sighed, opening up the blankets to let him under, and settling into the crook of his arm.

“Good, darlin’,” he replied with a yawn, his warm body pressed against yours, lulling you to sleep.

#billy butcher #billy butcher smut #billy butcher x you #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher fanfic #the boys #the boys fanfic #the boys smut #the boys tv #amazon the boys #karl urban #beyoursbbfic

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“Seems the sage advice to keep it sweet prevailed, as always! Great work out there, team! Now to escape this sugar-plum of a ballgown...”

(Featuring @elysium-ink ‘s Heishen as a wonderful partner, and the Dance prompt @hypnothesis-au played with as SERIOUS inspiration!)

#Splatoon #Splatoon OC #Splatfest #Team Sweet

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Covert Operations - Chapter 229

SYNOPSIS: Murtagh Fitzgibbons arrives at Jamie’s office to explain everything they wish to know of his subterfuge in regards to being his godfather.

Chapter 228 and all other chapters can be found at … https://sablelab.tumblr.com/covertoperations

*This can also be read on AO3

THANK YOU all for supporting my writing of this story for so long. I sincerely appreciate your patronage. Thank you all so much. 👋

CHAPTER 229

Flushed from the intimate kisses they had shared in this private moment in his office, Jamie and Claire waited for his godfather to finally make an appearance. No doubt Murtagh had been biting at the bit to explain all the reasons why he had been so secretive in his relationship with them, but all was forgiven now that they knew the truth of his actions. Had they known that he was keeping a watchful eye over them and his Sassenach since her recruitment, then things may have been different. But now that Jamie knew that Murtagh was indeed family, something in him that he had buried deep within his feelings rose to the surface.

Just who was his godfather, Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser? Jamie thought long and hard on that question and came up with some thought provoking answers from his observations and dealings with him.

His first recollections of Murtagh were as his initial trainer. He was excellent in that role having passed on his many survival skills honed during the Vietnam War. From his connection with him in Section over the years, his godfather was the one who had accepted the role he played within the institution. Not only was he expert in all kinds of weaponry, Murtagh was Section One’s wise counsel, the one that Fergus and Claire turned to for sage advice. His godfather understood the mechanics of the goings on at Section but had little regard for protocols and authority if it was repressive, which Madeline and Operations’ orders were on most occasions. He was nonconformist and although cantankerous at times and recalcitrant at others, he was to be admired. Over the many years he had been incarcerated here, he had learned the art of survival and to not sweat the big things. This caused him to be at loggerheads with Operations from time to time but Murtagh managed to hold his own nonetheless.

His godfather had been around the block a few times, hence Murtagh never shied away from speaking his own opposing views and he’d ruffled a few feathers in his time. He was an honourable man and a confidante to those he loved. He was also fiercely protective of those he cared about, and if they were harmed, he took revenge. Murtagh Fitzgibbons didn’t need words to convey the powerful and endearing presence of his persona in Section. His company was enough for operatives to know that he was a man of principles. As a father figure within Section, he could appease their every concern and set them on a way to how to live within the restraints of Section One.

He helped Claire in her melancholy several times with humour and wit. Murtagh may have been seen as a bit of a larrikin, but he was anything but. His loyalties were to the people he loved, his Sassenach and himself, his fiancée Bóinne and his buddy Fergus Claudel. His godfather had a huge big heart, a kind and strong personality, and a devoted loyalty to those close to him. After their gruesome, heartbreaking treatment at the hands of the Rising Dragons at the monastery, Murtagh’s depth of wisdom and perception was in recognizing that someone would have to step into the dark with his Sugar in order to save her, and she him. However much he may have wanted to help him and Claire recover from their ordeal, he did everything in his power to support them in their recovery, keeping a watchful eye from a distance.

His quiet intelligence was understated but highly evident with his shrewd assessment of Dougal and Madeline’s motives, to his creative plans to bucking the system to help his loved ones. Murtagh took great joy in his laidback attitude that had helped him survive for so long in Section. His hovering from a distance over him and his Sassenach was done out of his love and allegiance to them. One of his most endearing and defining traits was his straightforwardness. Murtagh Fitzgibbons called a spade a spade and although Operations didn’t appreciate his forthrightness, he tolerated him due to this expertise in keeping all operatives safe on missions. He was fair and open-minded. He judged Claire by her actions and words, same as he did anyone else and he instinctively knew immediately that his Sugar was the perfect partner for his godson.

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Having assessed his godfather’s personality traits, James Fraser thought back to the very beginning of when he first came into Section One.

Everyone in Section, including himself, was a ghost … they were lost to the outside world and all communication was severed to their past life. They were all dead to their relatives, buried in the “alternate cemetery” that was Section One … the organization that was deep within the bowels of the earth. The symbolism of a grave and being underground was apt, given that those were but memories long passed. Life in the real world went on without him and he was lost to the life he once knew. He, like other recruits had been in jail, but the thing he noticed that was similar to being incarcerated before his “death” was that Section One was able to gain complete compliance from its recruits through a highly centralized governance and surveillance system that monitored all operatives. Hence, Madeline and Operations were able to rule and control its affiliates so comprehensively through the sowing of distrust and manipulation among its members. Ruling by fear of cancellation was always a deterrent, so much so, that Section became worse than the life they had in prison before being recruited. Section One was a jail, within a jail where no one was free to leave. But he cared naught for freedom. He was resolved to live this new life under the restraints of Section One’s leaders.

This new institution with a state-of-the-art security system and communications, was a secret world beyond anything he had ever imagined. It was a state in a state. This secret anti-terrorist government organization recruited society's misfits and trained them to become international assassins. This was the way recruitment to Section One was undertaken. It was the way he himself had been recruited and then trained by his then unknown godfather Murtagh Fitzgibbons. Being left-handed the older operative had always warned him to watch his right side, and he had done so when he had been sent on his first mission to Uzbekistan. Murtagh had gone on that mission as well, and he had been made aware of this weakness to his right-hand side when Murtagh had saved him from an unforeseen attack. From that day on he was unaware that the man had kept a watchful eye on him from afar, once he had completed his training. He never knew how proud Murtagh was of him as to how he had risen through the ranks so quickly, but there was always an air of admiration whenever Murtagh would look at him that often made him take stock. He had never made any association with his behaviour, other than he was his original trainer and he had put it down to that. Now he knew better.

He had always had admiration for the munitions’ expert never realizing that there was a connection between the two of them. He remembered many an occasion when Murtagh had designed special equipment for him when he was to go on a particularly difficult mission. Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser was the "Q" of Section One. He always had his safety in mind and nothing was too much trouble for the armory expert to organize for him. He was also the keeper of corporate knowledge and was the oldest surviving operative in Section, head of Munitions, responsible for creating new and necessary gadgets, tools and weapons for their operatives to use on various missions. Murtagh also knew absolutely everything about everyone that was, or had ever been, connected to Section One.

Then there were the times Murtagh had secretly approached him with a concern regarding Claire. This happened when she was to go on a deep undercover with Madame Cheung and again when transferred to the Organised Crime and Triad Bureau looking for the mole passing on intel to the Rising Dragons. Both of these missions were dangerous, especially because Madeline profiled them knowing that anything deep undercover would take Claire out of the picture long term, thus foiling the relationship between the two of them. Not only that but these missions often put her in jeopardy. However, he was always one step ahead of them, and Murtagh knew that he would move heaven and earth to somehow come up with an alternate plan. He would modify Claire’s profile and initiate a move where he would somehow place himself in the mission to protect her if needs be. Thankfully Murtagh had contacted him as to his Sassenach’s state of mind when she’d left for Hong Kong, although he had not told him why she was feeling this way.

He also remembered the time Murtagh had warned him that Operations and Madeline had ordered Fergus Claudel to sweep his panel after the mission to check if he had in anyway changed Claire’s profile scenario. On that occasion Murtagh had followed him to the deserted area not under surveillance from Section One’s watchers. As he’d passed by, he had leaned out his hand and dragged his godfather into the alcove somewhat surprised at who was following him. Murtagh had understood his look when he had said that Fergus would find nothing. It was then that the older operative had offered to help in any way that he could. His concern that time seemed genial, but now he realised that there was an underlying meaning to his words. Murtagh was once again looking out for him.

“I’ll help … You could redirect the panels to me … I’ll look into it. They won’t find anything!” his godfather had intonated helpfully.

Then there were other times that Murtagh Fitzgibbons had been concerned for his and Claire’s safety on the mission but he’d told him that everything was in control and not to worry. As her partner, he had her back. His reply telling him to go had only reassured him that she would be fine which only empathised what Murtagh knew to be true where her safety was concerned.

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As Jamie recalled his association and connection with his godfather, his Sassenach was doing the same. It was as if Claire had ESP. She could tell by Jamie’s expression that he was thinking back to when he originally came into Section and where he first came in contact with his godfather Murtagh Fitzgibbons. Claire too recalled those times long past.

Jamie’s and her recruitment to Section One had been through their “faked deaths” to the outside world, and like all the other recruits, they had entered Section against their wills. No one had a past; for your past was repressed in Section. Despite reiterating that she was an innocent, no one had listened to her pleas and they fell on deaf ears. She was even shown a picture of her own grave … “row eight, plot thirty…” thus signifying to her that there was no escape from the life she would now lead. Jamie was her mentor and trainer who’d trained her to become a high performing operative, who lived and killed for today…there was no past, or after life. Despite her protests she became more and more competent under his tutelage and killed only when utterly necessary. She remembered her first kill and it was to protect Jamie himself when he was blindsided by an assassin. That initial kill had affected her deeply as it went against everything that she held important in maintaining her sanity, but when the life of her partner was threatened, she didn’t think twice to save him.

Life was indeed a hellhole under Madeline and Operations’ leadership, and if it had not been for the friendship of Murtagh Fitzgibbons, she didn’t know how she would have been able to cope with all the manipulations that she was forced to face. Murtagh was her loyal friend and confidante, even participating in a cover-up to hide the ongoing romantic status of her and Jamie. He was her wise counsel and had given her sagacious advice when she was down. Her transfer to the Organised Crime and Triad Bureau had been a worry for she had mentioned it to him about her apprehension at going undercover yet again. Madeline and Operations always took any opportunity to place her as far away from Jamie as possible, and the Rising Dragons missions was the perfect chance to do so. She remembered the mood she was in when she’d said to her friend … “Murtagh, it's just this place. It just gets to me sometimes, that's all."

She was disillusioned with so much but most of all this place that was Section One. Thinking back, it was little wonder that she felt this way, for Madeline and Operations had demanded much of her in regards to the Rising Dragons’ triad. Their leaders had sent Jamie away from Section for a particularly difficult mission in the hope that they could once again place her as far away from him as possible. Had it not been for Murtagh alerting Jamie to her despondency he would never have known. Murtagh had sent word to him about her kidnapping and he had escalated the Mission in Senegal, in order to return early to Section to ask for the fifteen days owing to him in order to determine her location. What had then resulted in him finding her at the monastery was his capture too, his torture and their death sentence together in the gas chamber which had been nothing but a nightmare. Little did they know at the time but Murtagh had volunteered to rescue them and his diligence and doggedness when they returned to Section was more than that of a friend. Murtagh loved them both and he had done everything in his power to see that they both recovered from that ordeal.

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Looking back on this now in reflection it was difficult to come to terms with how they all survived everything that they had endured.

“Jamie?”

“Aye Sassenach.”

Her eyes were sparkling in genuine devotion. She looked at him and asked, “What is the one thing you wish to know from Murtagh when he arrives?”

Jamie pondered for a while and Claire watched as the expressions crossed his face as he tried to pinpoint one particular thing that was a necessity to ask him. “I cannae say Claire. But I am intrigued as to how he managed to remain silent in the fact that he was my godfather for all these years.”

“Would it have changed you if you had known?”

Claire saw the deep wellspring of emotion that lay in his eyes as she asked this question. He was conflicted with his thoughts as to how he felt. Looking at him intensely she could see the wheels turning over in his mind not knowing what he was grappling with.

"Jamie?" she uttered softly squeezing his hand in hers with reassurance that there was no right or wrong answer, so he could reply without any judgement.

“I really dinnae ken … Murtagh may have been able to help me, but I ken that I would probably have resisted his efforts especially before ye came into Section. I was at my darkest place then Sassenach. I never cared if I lived or died on a mission. I had closed off any part of me that had feelings. I doubt even Murtagh could have lifted me out of my malaise at that time. I was robotic in my mannerisms, never letting anyone see what was deep within my soul … that is until ye came to lift that darkness from me. It was not until I fell in love with ye that the light within me began to shine through.”

“I think that was a lost opportunity, Jamie. Murtagh gives wise guidance. He sees things that others think are insignificant but he sees them as important. He has helped me get my mojo back on several occasions with his advice and good humour. Perhaps he may have been able to make life a little more tolerable for you had you been open and ready to take his advice.”

Jamie squelched the thoughts that were struggling to come to the surface. He took a moment before he replied, “I too may have needed his counsel to guide me through the minefield that was Section One, but as I said I neither cared if I lived or died in this place Sassenach. I was in a bad headspace and had locked myself away from everyone who may have pulled me up by the bootstraps. In fact, I didnae want to be saved. I was happy just surviving.”

“Oh, my darling Jamie. I’m sure that Murtagh sees what I see in you and that he loves you as much as I. You and I have been given a second chance in so many things that today our life is blessed beyond measure. You are my soulmate, my anam cara my one true love. I know that your godfather would take great joy in knowing that you are thoroughly loved and have now reached your true potential. He will be just so proud of you, my love.”

Jamie gazed at her in pure adoration. He cupped her cheek in his palm. “Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp … ye are the most remarkable woman I have ever kent. I love ye beyond all reason and thought. You are my heart’s desire. Ye make my life complete. You are my happiness. I need nothing else. We’re…"

"We’re together," Claire spoke, as she finished his words for him.

"Aye Sassenach. Together. Forever." Jamie affirmed wrapping his arms around his love and stroking her cheek with his thumb as he kissed her tenderly on the lips.

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That is how Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser found them as he entered Jamie’s office. When no one answered after rapping on the door, Jamie’s godfather took the liberty of letting himself in before closing the door behind him. Seeing his godson in a loving embrace with his Sugar, Murtagh couldn’t contain the grin that graced his lips. Clearing his throat with a gruff noise, the two people broke from their kiss and both stared at the person who had made that interrupting sound. What Jamie and Claire found was an extremely happy Murtagh Fitzgibbons grinning like a Cheshire cat at the two of them.

“Now! Now! … We can’t be having any romantic shenanigans taking place in Section. I believe it is frowned upon by the hierarchy,” he teased at seeing them grin at him as well at his words.

“Fitzgibbons… you old devil … I must inform ye that the new hierarchy deem it to be a necessary communication strategy hence forth.”

Murtagh’s reply was laced with mirth and a deep chuckle, “Well in that case, James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser … If you must … Carry on … Don’t stop on my behalf.”

Laughing, Claire broke away from Jamie’s arms and rushed into those of her best friend. She gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek at seeing him finally here for her Jamie to get the answers he needed. “Oh Murtagh … I can’t tell you how absolutely wonderful it was to hear that you were Jamie’s godfather. I could think of no better person to have kept a watchful eye over him … and me … for so long.”

Murtagh looked his godson in the eye and raising a bushy eyebrow stated, “No doubt you have questions Jamie.” With his arm still around Claire’s waist, he reciprocated her hug before continuing, “I will answer as best I can.”

“Thank ye Murtagh. I guess my only question is … Why the silence? Why did ye not let me ken ye were my godfather?”

“When you were a week old, I knelt at your mother’s feet and swore an oath to her that I would guard your back when you became a man and needed service. I promised your Da that I would always keep an eye out for you, but it wasn’t until you came into Section that I was able to fulfil that promise. Once I knew you were the new recruit, I put my hand up to be your trainer.”

“I thank ye for that. Ye certainly skilled me in all proficiencies Murtagh that would keep me alive on missions despite my laissez-faire attitude to not caring if I lived or died. It was because of yer training that I was able to perform as competently as I did. I guess underneath my indifference, subconsciously I did want to live. Then once Claire came into Section, I finally had a reason to.”

“Forgive me Jamie … but oh, how I wanted to tell you that I was your godfather on many an occasion, but there were several explanations why I could not. The main reason was that it was because of Madeline and Operations.”

Jamie and Claire sighed swallowing a breath at hearing that once again it was Section’s leaders who were involved in his secrecy. They both understood exactly where he was coming from, but they let him continue without saying anything.

“Once I found out your connection to Dougal, had he known that I had been entrusted to keep an eye on you from afar, it could have placed immeasurable pressure on him to place me in abeyance. By keeping silent he was none the wiser and I could complete my vow made to your mother and father that I would protect you as best I could.”

“Please continue.”

“Over the years you became the most prolific operative Section had ever known. You were savvy, a brilliant tactician, extremely competent and skilful in the field and more importantly you were trusted by those you led. Once you reached your full potential, there was no stopping you. People looked up to you, they admired your charisma and expertise, as well as your strength of character. There was an inherent respect, and a strongly felt esteem that everyone had for you amongst your peers.”

“Thank ye, Murtagh. Both Claire and I ken that we will be relying on those verra people in Section when we take over the leadership.”

“They will all be there for you; I can guarantee that. Operatives knew, and Madeline and Operations certainly knew of your potential but they couldn’t acknowledge it. To do so would showcase their imperfections and their worry that you had indeed surpassed them in all areas that would make you leader material. You endangered their position and with Claire by your side you were a formidable team and a huge threat. I could but keep a watchful eye over the two of you without showing my hand. At that stage you didn’t need a wingman… you had one in your partner. I could be behind the scenes doing my small part on keeping you and my Sugar safe.”

“We did need you though Murtagh on several occasions over the Rising Dragons’ missions,” Claire added with respect. “You were instrumental in saving us from the monastery as well as your protectiveness of us both when we returned to Section One.”

“And to tell you the truth Claire, I relished the opportunity to do so. But I was so worried about the both of you and I just needed to make sure that you would be rescued. I volunteered for the retrieval mission like I had done to be your trainer, Jamie. I had to make sure that I was at the forefront to rescue the both of you. Had you or my Sugar died on that mission I could not have lived with myself knowing that I didn’t do everything in my power to protect you.”

“Murtagh … Yer selfless attitude only reiterates the obvious attachment ye had with us both. I wish I had known, but I am beholden to ye for all ye have done in yer indominable way. It only proved how much ye did indeed care for my, and my Claire’s welfare.”

“There have been many times that this lovable rogue has been my rock too Jamie.”

“I ken that, Claire, and now we ken why my godfather did what he did.”

“You may think you’re the only one who loves Jamie … but you are not, Claire. He’s a son to me … as you are a daughter. I love you equally. I would gladly give my life for you both.”

“Thank you for saying that, Murtagh, for you must know that Jamie and I love you as well.”

“There have been so many important occasions, particularly over the Rising Dragons’ missions, Murtagh, when ye had been instrumental in yer unwavering support and assistance. The retrieval mission was a crucial one. Although I’d been completely cut off from Section One by orders from Operations, there were ways and means around his directive. Ye certainly made sure that Section's leaders didn't find out ye were helping me in any way when I was on my rescue mission to find Claire, and again with the reversing of the Gelman procedure. I particularly relished our time spent together in Macau.”

Murtagh then looked at his godson with a huge smirk on his face. “Do you remember me saying to look after my Sugar or else I would have to come after you?”

“Aye. I do. And ye did … and I am verra grateful ye were on our team.” Jamie replied with a wee smirk of his own.

“Well, it was a privilege fighting and working alongside you James Fraser,” Murtagh replied proudly but unassumingly.

“Aye, indeed. Then there are the innumerable incidental episodes when myself and Claire really needed ye and you always came through for us. Ye were our one constant in Section … the one who held our secret locations close to yer chest. Ye were the one who was able to contact us when we were not to be found unless completely necessary. We trusted ye implicitly and that trust was never betrayed. I ken now why that was so.”

“Murtagh, you big teddy bear,” Claire stated in affection recalling those times Jamie had mentioned. “You are not necessarily the wisest at times due to your escapades in Section behind Madeline and Operations’ backs, but you were certainly the smartest at out manoeuvring them on these occasions.”

“Thank you, Sugar,” he replied with a wink.

Claire couldn’t help but grin at the man she adored letting him know her thoughts as to what she knew was the reason behind his godfather’s loyalty. “It was love, my Jamie. Love in Murtagh’s heart for you and me. He did all of these things to be by your side ready to stand with you. We now know why he was so loyal. Love is the constant connection in all of these happenings over time. It is the thread that weaves its way through all of those examples you mentioned.”

"aye. 'Tis. Sassenach."

“Love forces a person to choose, Jamie. You do things you’d never imagine you could do before. That is why together our love has enabled us to make the most life-altering decision we have ever made. Our love will sustain us in Section and personally, and by being surrounded by those we love, we can achieve anything.”

Jamie couldn’t help but kiss this most adorable woman who had changed him so completely with her love. On the other hand, Claire knew that her man was fortunate to have so many people now in his life with such deep feelings for him.

“Just remember too, my love, despite Murtagh not telling you he was your godfather; he could not have kept a better or closer eye on you if he had told you who he was.”

“Indeed, Sassenach … but now that we do ken …”

Claire once again knew what Jamie was going to reply but she did it for him. “… Your godfather will be by our side as we start this new and challenging role as Section’s new leaders.”

“Aye … that he will,” Jamie replied happily kissing her once more in abandon.

Murtagh Fitzgibbons Fraser could only grin from ear to ear as he listened to their exchange and witnessed their deep abiding love for one another. Everything was right in the world for their bond had deepened significantly now Claire and especially his godson understood. He was more than pleased, he was elated.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~to be continued Friday 30th September

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simslegacy5083 · 7 months

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 101: Babies On The Brain

Following their ride, congratulations on the couples’ nuptials continued to pour in as they made their way to The Ranch with August.

Paul was excited to show them his new greenhouse and introduce them to the resident miniature livestock and the visiting large pink horse.

Spencer was stabling Steven’s mare Misty temporarily. His twin had recruited some elder mages to help conjure her up to his specific preferences but had not yet renovated a fitting space for her back at the juice farm in Henford-on-Bagley.

As everyone headed inside to meet their newest relative, they were given a small celebratory sample of The Ranch’s nectar to share.

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Nikita and baby Denton were resting upstairs in the nursery. Her blood sugar had stabilized nicely after his birth, and everyone was quite happy to have that particular health issue no longer causing chaos and worry for the family.

They all took turns saying hello to the new addition, who seemed to be in a great mood, just sleepy enough to enjoy cuddles. Peachy didn’t miss how happy and natural Jack looked snuggling the newborn in his arms.

Peachy was sure Jack would make a great dad, and with their limited time together, they wanted to get started soon. He planned to talk more about it with his spouse during their trip to The Falls.

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Peachy and Jack had originally planned to head straight to their cabin after the visit but when Tori invited them to join her and Miguel at the Romance Festival, they decided that seemed like a perfectly thematic start to their honeymoon.

August opted to stay behind and spend some more time with his favorite relative’s newly expanded family, so the newlyweds made a party of six when they spotted the ancient mages Peppino and Candor chatting with their cousins around the Sakura tea fountain downtown.

Their elders were both eager to consult the Love Guru about their current relationship concerns, and the group snagged a private karaoke room while they waited their turn for sage advice and (hopefully) encouraging predictions.

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While the others enjoyed Candor’s rendition of a popular upbeat rock hit Peachy settled next to Peppino to discuss state of the art baby-making tech.

Peppino was intrigued by the tales of the “Science Baby” advances in Jack’s homeland but told his old student their own nation hadn’t popularized and polished his own research to quite the same level. Anyway, the Mad Scientist mage thought pregnancy was beautiful and highly recommended the experience, and for Sims that weren’t interested in carrying a child themselves there was always surrogacy or adoption.

Peachy still needed to discuss with Jack which path they would pursue, but he appreciated the chance to get more information.

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After they tired of karaoke and rose to head back outside Peppino invited Peachy to give him a call if he or Jack decided to follow in his and Steven’s footsteps and make their family dreams a reality through the pathway of “mad” gestational science.

The group ended their evening out with some spirited dancing. As their small group headed their separate ways Peachy gave Tori a big hug and told her how great it had been to see her again. The pair had been close in high school and tonight had reminded Peachy why.

The cousins looked forward to spending more time together in the near future.

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ghostycore · 11 months

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DESTINY — in the cards for @realityclub!

neon lights slide like a lens flare over their faces, shading danyi in highlights of yellowbluepink, with green that carpets the floor with the smell of old plastic and sugar sweet drinks. they're on course two, drink tres, and she's not good at keeping score, but she did get into on someone else's card and hasn't been spotted for swiping the glowstick glasses that perch on her nose, or the rings that shine underneath the black lights. so yeah, danyi probably owes sodam a little bit, maybe a lot — so she's helping the other girl find her soulmate, destined one, love of her life, all of that and more on the mini golf course.

not that the cards are telling any truths, though, other than sodam's photocard and the credit she'd paid. but who says crazy things can't happen? they've seen the signs twice now, and third times the charm, you know. maybe her mom's right about the spirits; maybe danyi's a crock full of shit and idle lies... but she makes a great mini golf partner. those two might balance out.

she tosses the stray ball into the goal, head tilting to the side with a little touch of smugness. "kobe!" danyi scores, well, cheats... but only in the way that the very best of mini golf players get away with. her hand tilts back with a flick, blinking back at the glogolf staff frowning in confusion between her 'hole in one' and where danyi's standing. she gives them a wide wink, laughing and pulling sodam over to her. "see? direct action," whatever that means, she barely passed college, "you just gotta believe." danyi nods over her sage advice, then bestows her prop glasses over sodam's face, a grin illuminated by the glow of neon across her friend's peripheral vision. "and remember to look out for the signs, babe!"

#❛ ✩ — ft. sodam.

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Spiral

A timeskip!Satori Tendou x flatmate!reader short

Pairing: timeskip!satori x flatemate!reader

Warnings: fluff & slice of life // suggestive

Word count: ~1.8k

How I pictured Satori

Who thought answering a personal ad in Paris was going to lead to one of the longest relationships in your life? Certainly not Satori Tendou, who at the time was starting his apprenticeship at the local chocolatier and ganachery. Hard to believe three years since you received a call back from a foreign number had passed, but let’s be real. Life was not the most fair when it came to you. After all, you had been gifted a unisex name, so imagine the guess monster’s face when a gothic chic androgynous person with a few hatboxes showed up at his door. You apologize together to the other laughing a bit saying things will work out. Yet, there was also one other major issue: language. You honestly presumed his French was rough, judging by the back and forth text messages, because they all sounded similar to a google translate text block. Regardless the chocolatier and the goth make it work.

Truthfully, living with Satori has been one of the best experiences of your joint young adult life. You’ve been prompted to official taste tester for him alongside him being a subject for your photography book. Always trying to respect each other spaces was a primary thing to figure out, so together you tackle a schedule to use the common spaces: bathroom, laundry, kitchen, etc. Since then, English basic alongside various Japanese to French dictionaries have joined the bookshelves you helped build with Satori.

Three years later, you’re sifting flour and scattering it on the marble table in the kitchen. As a treat, you decide to make your grandmother’s recipe for buttered bread. Rolling out the dough you refrigerated after it rose, you also take out the homemade butter brick you’re used to seeing folded into the center of the bread dough. For a person who usually wears all black, you’re skilled enough to not get a speck on your clothes is impressive. Eyeing the calendar, you circled the date in Satori’s favorite color. Eventually, once the bread had been placed in the oven, you sit on the couch while the timer on your phone is turned on.

Hours later, with the bread cooled on the counter, beside it a small envelope (filled with cupcake glitter) and with a very rigid hiragana script, your flatmate’s name is written there. Yet, who would have thought you’d be asleep when Satori arrived home? Certainly not the birthday celebrant. Satori comes home to find you curled up on the couch, steady deep breaths heard when he found the corner (a sure sign you were knocked out), in something other than the signature black you’ve been known to wear: you were wearing an updated lilac cocktail dress (inspired from the 1950s) complete with bunny slippers. It was enough for the chocolatier to smile more to himself than anything. Also, does it help he had a heart to heart talk with his best friend who actually gave him some sage advice? Yes, because as it stands his heart patters nervously in his chest. The rhythm tells him what’s been weighing in his mind—he likes you, a little more than you’ve been lead to believe. Now will he act on it and will you not push him away? Time will tell because as it stands, you stir as he joins you on the couch, but rather than waking next to cushions, you wake feeling a chef coat button.

“Evening sleeping beauty,” Satori greets.

He has a catlike expression and you roll your eyes at the nickname, but it’s ok. Because you expect it from him. There have been too many times when you’ve been out together and the general consensus are either you two are together (or there was something no one would be surprised if you’re fixing to get to that point). Yet when you readjust yourself, turning into him, breathing in the hints of chocolate and confectionery sugars, your eyes flutter open.

“Tori?” your groggy voice greets. You rub the heels of your palm against your eyes trying to rid the corners of the slumber man’s dust.

There is a delightful hum you hear, thus waking you fully. Needless to say, waking up and trying to squirm was not the best idea, not when your flatmate can hold you so securely by the waist. Next thing you know, you’re no longer resting on his shoulder, no, you’re brought to sit atop his lap, much like cradling a young child. You realize you’re pinned, straddling him as you feel him flex beneath you; years of lifting the delivery of flour and ample time dedicated to kneading had coerced old athletic muscles into a refined one for a chocolatier. Tendou keeps a hand above the zipper of your dress and the other traces lines from your knees to your ankle and back again. The smoothness makes you seem like a marionette, the best one he’s ever seen—he doesn’t want to play with you like the way you described old flames before; he wants something a bit more dare he think it: sweet.

“Lilac, really?” Satori has a look in his eye.

You feel his hand pinch the satin fabric of the sleeve of the dress, a smirk resting on his features. He notices how flushed you’re becoming because of the proximity your faces are, but it doesn’t bother him. Never had, never will, he thought.

“You said it reminded you of home,” you say with a pout. “Something about school pride?”

Satori hugs you closer, muttering nervously, “liking you is going to kill me.”

“It won’t,” you reply just as quick, tilting your head to read his expression.

It’s filled with a hearth fired neutrality you didn’t think he possessed, but of all things, you can tell how much he cares when he does not push you away, yet his hands freeze their ministrations. There is a quiet pause when you find yourself staring at him, not like a subject for your work photographing life in the city, no. It was more like a more ‘adult-like’ love, ie the type that both would want to work out in the long run. In those seconds, with his confession slightly forgotten, you sit back a bit, choosing your next words carefully. Suddenly, the atmosphere where you both were changed into one charged with a mutual desire (three years worth of closeness, friendship, might have naturally progressed to this, according to a friend of yours)—with hope on your fingertips, you grip the collar of his coat and pull him down toward you before you feel his smile against your lips. “Sois courageux petit prince.”

A ghost of a kiss stays between you both. Like testing the waters of the sea, both of you are still a bit stunned. You would think three years of living with the other would have made this sort of move eons ago. However, with life and work in the way, it often gets pushed asunder. Tonight though, with the new day just minutes away, you readjust your self in a more comfortable position. Platonic or not, that gray area needed to be tested and by the gods did he pass it with you. One kiss turned into two, then when your limbs chose to rest against his shoulders, you rest your head against a wiser outsider.

“Bien devant toi chérie,” his hands leave your waist to travel to hold your face gently in his palms before slowly closing the space between you.

This kiss is just as gentle as you could imagine, perhaps even better because two people who are so sure of themselves (and comfortable in their own skin), prove how fearless they can when their souls seemed to spiral outward into a deeper understanding of a love well earned. Essentially, his kisses leave you wanting to carry on, still calculated and careful, ever since you walked through the front door something told Satori he wanted you to stay. You’re so grateful you did because right now, you’re thoroughly enjoying this nonverbal exchange.

“Stay,” you murmur drowsily hypnotized by the ministrations he uses when you require more air in your lungs. He nods, almost bumping heads with you. You lean back a bit and though he supports you, you laugh slightly at his reaction to instinctively catch you.

“Help me out of this,” he instructs hotly tacking on a “please” when your hands unbutton the first three buttons on his coat. You peck his lips as you do so until the end of the coat and he wiggles free from its confines. Satori may not have had many dates but past, but he follows your lead when you choose to lay back down on the couch and he hovers above you for a mere second before he rightfully kisses you the way he’s been meaning to. A confession isn’t really necessary, although when the sunlight seeps through the curtains the following morning, you’re no longer wearing the lilac number from the night before—you’re wearing a partially buttoned ganchery coat with the embroidered kanji of Satori Tendou’s name.

French translations:

Sois courageux petit prince—Be brave little prince

Bien devant toi chérie—way ahead of you sweetheart

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #satori tendou #satori x reader

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