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Retired Price

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Retired Price

SFW & NSFW

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SFW

Retired Price who retired at the ripe age of 45

Retired Price married his wife a few years ago and once he retired they renewed their vows and Price works from home or would volunteer at random places around the town

Retired Price who started to lowkey become a househusband doing the chores for his wife while she was work

Retired Price who started to set up a home office for his wife for whenever she has to work from home, she use to work on her laptop but sometimes overheated because of the amount of files she saved

Retired Price who started to sleep in 24/7 no matter the day or time, he slept in

Retired Price who started a small garden with fresh vegetables, he also starts planting flowers around the house (again househusband)

Retired Price who makes your lunch when you forget to make it the night before or if you are in a hurry in the morning time, he’ll always come and personally deliver it to you

Retired Price who started to hang out with his military friends again, he was ‘off the grid’ for a little bit to spend time with his wife

Retired Price who grocery shops and sometimes buys things for you online. You won’t know till you see a package on the front porch with his name on it but then seeing a sticky note with ‘For My Love’ on it (of course you knew it was John. No delivery man {or woman} would ever write that)

Retired Price who loves seeing you get ready for girls night. Seeing you sitting in the sink doing your eyeliner and eyeshadow as you were also trying to see which dress would look better with your makeup till you ask for his opinion

“Which one, John. Red, black or white?” She asked, switching between the dresses against her body.

“Red, it looks lovely on you,” he says.

“Okay!” She says with a smile.

Retired Price who made sure to be your personal driver for girls night. He knows that sometimes you can get yourself a bit…out of control to put it nicely

Retired Price who carries you through the door at 1 in the morning. You slung over his shoulder and your feet almost hitting him in the face when the door slams.

“Woah! Hey t-there big g-guy I’m m-married, I’m n-not interested in y-you,” she hiccups as Price places you on the couch.

“Love, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed so you can sleep it off,” he says with a chuckle.

“No. You w-will use me like trash and toss me away l-like a used c-condom,” she hiccups.

“What? Love come on,” Price tries to take you up to your shared bedroom.

NSFW

Retired Price who strips you from your work clothes and kisses every part of your body while also complimenting you

Retired Price who shows you a few moves while he was away in the military

Retired Price who wakes up late one Saturday morning to catch you in nothing but an apron cooking pancakes with pancake mix all over your body

“Love *yawn* what time is…it…” he trails off seeing your round ass on full display for him and once you turned around had pancake mix on your forehead, cheeks and nose

“Oh good morning.”

“A good morning indeed,” he smirks while walking up to you and pinning you to the counter kissing every inch of your body and fucking you till the house smelt of burnt pancakes

Retired Price who learned why he loves leggings/yoga pants, to watch your ass as also get a sneak peek of what underwear you are wearing while you workout. He also doesn’t watch the morning News, nope, he watches his wife workout, it’s better entertainment

“Pink lace?”

“Dammit. I thought you couldn’t see them,” you curse as you were doing upward dog.

“Just a bit,” you heard him get off the couch and you felt a slight sting on your ass, you yelp and land on your knees rubbing the spot he smacked

Retired Price who loves you sitting on his face. He slightly developed a slight bleach spot from where you’d cum or just leak your juices on him

Retired Price whose eyes are trained to look and stare at every private part of your body. You catch him every time

Retired Price who starts buying you smut books and recreat the scenes. Your ass in the air, him deep inside of you and the book opened to the part you two are recreating

“So he starts thrusting, a bit slow, then she says.”

“Harder…faster…” you moan as Price does just that.

Retired Price who has multiple nude photos and lewd videos of you. He stares at them and also jacks off to the ones he love the most like the one with your mouth wide open and his cum leaking into your mouth

[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⎯  clover blooms in the field 『 ♡ florist!yuuji x reader 』

content // juniors in college. modern au. yuuji works at his grandpa’s flower shop. reader & yuuji go to the same college. note // I missed softie Sunday last weekend 😭 I didn’t have time to finish this like I wanted so here it is this week! 『 #reis softie sundays 』

Sunday, a time of calm for most people, a day of rest and to ready yourself for the coming week. Not in the floral business - Sunday’s are their busiest day of the week. Something about it draws people in to buy flowers for any and all occasions.

Yuuji’s morning routine at the shop with his grandfather hasn’t changed in the last 6 years. He’s been working with him since his high school days, eager to learn about the family business to one day make it his own. The aroma of fresh coffee from the back of the shop mixes with the natural floral scent, creating a welcoming aura for their customers.

“Yuuji!” His grandfather calls. “Need you to de-thorn this shipment. We’ve got lots of roses for today’s pickups.”

“You got it!” Yuuji beams, skipping over to the table and beginning to unwrap the rose delivery from earlier that morning. He grabs his headphones, tosses them on and gets to work, effortlessly working the knife against the rose stems. A few hours pass, full of restocking, pickups, and last-minute arrangement requests. Yuuji’s looking through the online receipt for his next arrangement and recognizes your name.

Oh! We have the same lecture hall at school. I think the girl that sits behind me?

He takes a few extra minutes to make the bouquet you ordered, making sure it's in pristine condition. Right as he wraps the bow around the stems, the bell above the door to the shop chimes. Yuuji pops his head out from the back to greet the customer.

"Welcome to Itadori Family Floral!"

You wave to him cheerfully. "Hey, Yuuji. About time I finally caught you here."

He trots to the front counter with your flowers in hand. "Oh, hi! I'm only here whenever I can help out 'cause of school. Sorry if you were looking for me! I can ring you up down here."

"Thanks." You smile and walk with him to the register. Handing him your credit card, you tap your fingers against the countertop nervously. "I wanted to ask you something if you're not too busy."

Yuuji's eyes twinkle when he looks up at you. "Sure! What's up?"

His adorable dimples fills your stomach with butterflies.

"We have that midterm coming up and I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner sometime and study," you ask, fluttering your lashes and brushing over his fingers when you take card the back. "My treat. What do you say?"

Yuuji practically jumps over the counter in excitement. "I'd love to! How about Friday night?"

Taking your flowers, you turn on your heel and look back at him with a satisfied grin. "You got it, gumdrop. See ya Friday."

[zhongrin]

𒆙 deus auri

part 4/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

© zhongrin | 2023  ✼  no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

𖧷 tags ┈ gn!reader, teeth-rotting fluff

𖧷 a/n ┈ merry christmas yall! i hope you're being surrounded by your loved ones today (be it physically or online). consider this a christmas gift from me to you <3

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𝓃early everyone in your neighborhood knew of your secret admirer, yet no one knew of their actual identity.

they had their speculations, of course. the elders just love to tell you all about their theories whenever they spot you with yet another fresh yellow hibiscus on your person. perhaps it was the young man three houses away, since mrs. feng saw him stealing glances at you? oh, or maybe it was the lady who moved into the neighborhood a few months ago, since the timing matched with when you started receiving the flowers? no, no, it must have been the blacksmith’s child who was just the perfect age for marriage, or the widowed greengrocer who kept giving you discounts, or—

entertaining the musings of the older folks who had nothing better to do than gossip was not your specialty, so a forced laugh and an excuse later, you continued on your merry way, shaking your head with a breath escaping your lips as your fingers brushed the soft petal.

you used to keep the flowers in a vase or press them between book pages to dry them out, hoping to prolong their life, but these days you prefer to have it on you as you go about your day. sometimes you’d wear it on your hair, tucked behind your ear, or weaved around your wrist, and other times you’d slip it on your clothes, going as far as planning your attire around the bright yellow petals. and when the day ended, the bloom would have wilted, but you already knew that the next day, another fresh flower would appear right in front of your doorstep.

truly, a mystery.

as many moons passed, you became curiouser and curiouser. such dedication, such resourcefulness. just who was this silhouette in the dark you could not seem to shine a light upon? as silly as it sounded, you were slowly toeing the lines of curiosity and perhaps even affection, as stupid as that sounded.

there was a florist you would always pass by whenever you returned home from a day of toiling at work. a selection of flowers, though none matched the flower you tucked onto your belt loop for the day, lined the forefront of the little stall, its owner giving you a friendly smile as you approached.

you started placing marigolds on your doorstep before going to bed.

what made you choose the specific flower? you weren’t too sure yourself. perhaps the colors and rounded shape of its floral head that day reminded you of mora, and it was an attempt at darkly humoring the stranger who had been spending their mora to buy all those hibiscus blooms. perhaps you just found them pretty and silently hoped your secret admirer would, too.

the marigold always disappeared the next morning, replaced with your faithful, bright yellow-petaled friend.

the ritual continued on, and just as tireless as your admirer was, you made sure to be just as persevering. not a day passed without the exchange of blossoms - not when it rained, nor when the holidays rolled by.

“mama, look! it’s the adepti!!” a little girl raced past you, dragging her laughing mother by the hand, jumping and trying to seek past the crowd of people flooding the main street at the end of your little neighborhood. the ginkgo leaves were falling, maidenhair petals matching the bright color of the hibiscus pinned onto your hair billowing past as you too, stepped towards the crowd.

they did this parade every single year, both to celebrate the end of a prosperous twelve-month period and to honor the very birthday of the geo archon, and every single time you thought you would ever get bored of it. a magnificent procession along the main streets, a week-long festival before and after, the various stalls opening along the streets, the hustle and bustle of the harbor amplified, joyfulness and the trees seemingly painting the air gold.

“ah, the demon conqueror isn’t joining us this year?”

“he’s the elusive sort, after all.”

”but the great illuminated beasts are almost all here!”

it was hard to make out the words of the people around you as the crowd bustled in excitement and the processional march reverberated so loudly in your ears, so you decided to step and slip around the gaps of enamored people when you spotted your chance.

eventually, your eyes finally fell upon the group as they made their way through the stone paved path. the proud magnificent beasts were always a sight to behold; otherworldly and also imposing. golden and red, intricately sewn flags bearing the symbol of geo along with the harbor itself waved in the air as the sounds of the drums seemed to make the ground shake. the smell of incense filled your lungs, your eyes squinting as the sunlight caught the cor lapis ornaments affixed onto nearly every object and clothing of the congregation. and yet it was said that the celebration march used to be much grander, with dancers and flower petals and scriptures detailing the founding of liyue and the tales of the archon war being read out loud - but your lord himself insisted for it to be downplayed after several hundred years.

and speaking of the devil…

“may rex lapis live and reign for ten thousand years!”

“ten thousand years, ten thousand of ten thousand years!”

this year too, the deity sat upon the resplendent sedan chair carried by four mortals. this year too, he looked as regal in his dark garment patterned with glowing golden threads and - in your opinion - as bored out of his mind. this year too, a stem of-

-wait.

he didn’t have those last year.

marigold eyes glanced toward your direction, and you thought you had induced yourself into having a fever dream when your gazes met. but no, the way his amber eyes slightly widened and the way he suddenly shifted, back straightening from its former slouch and the colors dusting his cheek were very much real. while your lips parted as you tried to process the information, his own lips stretched into a gentle smile; gloved fingers plucking the flower from its pinned place on his outer robe, before placing a fleeting kiss on the one-stemmed tagetes’ amber corolla.

and as the crowds moved, eager to follow your lord, you let yourself be carried away by the sea of eager citizens, your heart doing double flips inside your chest as you tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

…….. you think your ‘secret admirer’ might be the very god of your nation.

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[froggibus]

Hi! I was wondering if I can request venture dating a sugar mommy? It can just be dating hc’s 😋 (maybe throw in some nsfw ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sugar Mommy - Venture

Pairing: Sloan Cameron x fem! reader (reader uses fem pronouns + has a pussy---non NSFW part can be read as gn ^~^)

Genre: fluff headcanons, NSFW below the cut (MDNI)

CW: sugar mommy, established relationship, reader is RICH rich here, can be read as AMAB! Venture or AFAB! (w the strap), oral (f! receiving), begging, thigh riding, mention of sex toys, switch! Venture, praise, face sitting, overstim, i make one (1) bad joke

hey hi i definitely went a little overboard with the nsfw here but it was just such a fun thing to write! still (slowly) working through my requests & some summer content. in the spirit of that: what's your favorite thing to do in summer? mine is definitely roller skating, or reading a book on the beach ^~^

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they are very hesitant at first to let you spoil them

of course they enjoy it, but they don’t want to take advantage of you

it takes a lot of gentle coaxing (and probably showing them your bank account) for them to warm up to the idea

they hardly ever ask you for things either

they have their own money to buy themselves things, and they don’t care much for fancy clothes or elaborate jewellery

you learn very quickly that the way to their heart is more through gestures than gadgets

the first time you pay their rent, they definitely call you in a panic

“I went to go pay my rent and they said it’s already been paid, do you think they made a mistake?”

“I paid it”

“You HUH?”

tried to pay you back before accepting you’d just buy them something else extravagant

you’re always browsing online auctions to see any rare rocks or artifacts being resold

nothing makes Sloan happier than being gifted with a long lost artifact

they’ll admire it for days until they return it to where it rightfully belongs

whenever they want to go on a new dig, or search for something new, you’re first in line to help fund it

equipment, travel arrangements—you’re paying for it all

Sloan is always very flustered when you spoil them, especially if it’s something big/expensive

they’ll always grant you an awkward, excited ‘thank you’ and spend the next few hours brainstorming how they’ll make it up to you

maybe they’ll attempt to cook you dinner, or gift you with an arrangement of fresh flowers and pretty crystals

or they’ll bury their face between your legs and spend hours eating you like you’re their last meal

Sloan will NEVER admit it, but they’re secretly turned on by you flexing your wallet on them

they’ll come to you all flustered and get down on their knees and beg you to let them touch you

call them Dumbledore cause they’re a head master

the odd time they do want you to buy something for them, they’re not afraid to show you just how much they want it

they’ll climb right into your lap and grind on your thigh, whimpering in your ear while they tell you exactly what they want

or bring out their toys and show you just how needy they are (though their face always burns with shame at first)

will beg you to sit on their face and tell them how good they are

on days where they feel bolder, they don’t beg at all

they’ll fuck you relentlessly until you’re sore and so overstimulated you can hardly speak

with each thrust they tell you just how badly they want you to fund their newest project

when they’re finally satisfied with your sorry, fucked out state, they’ll help clean you up before happily taking your credit card

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[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Date Expectations 4: I Should Have Bought You Flowers

Charviathan

Charlie: (walking through Pentagram City upper class district with Seviathan on a "lazy" Sunday)

Charlie: (Sees a flowershop across the street and tugs on Seviathan's sleeve) Sev, darling?

Seviathan: What's up, sugar?

Charlie: Can... Can I get some flowers?

Seviathan: Huh? (Glances at the flowershop) Why are you asking me. You got your own money.

Charlie: (huffs) Let me rephrase. Would you be a dear and buy me some flowers? You haven't done that since prom... years ago....

Seviathan: Oh, sure. Here. (Hands Charlie a 50) Go nuts. I'll wait for you here.

Charlie: (Deflates as she hands the money back) Nevermind... Let's just keep walking.

Seviathan: Whatever you say, sugar.

-Not Much Later-

Charlie: (enters her room and sighs as she pulls out her phone. A single message notification from her dad)

Lucifer: Happy Birthday, Kiddo!

Charlie: Yeah.... happy birthday.....

Chaggie

Knock! Knock!

Charlie: (wakes up groggily) Who is it?

Vaggie: Uh... Vaggie, Charlie. Not really anyone else in this castle you call a mansion.

Charlie: Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry, Vaggie! (Scrambles out of bed only to get herself tangled in her own blankets and fall out of bed) Ah, shit! I'm still trying to wake up! Y'know. Get the brain back online! Ha! Ha!

Vaggie: (soft chuckles) Charlie, it's nine in the morning. I'm surprised you're still asleep.

Charlie: Just.... uh.... wanted to sleep in a little! (Untangles herself and rushes to the door, nearly throwing it off its hinges as she opens it) Did you want some break.... fast.....

Vaggie: (standing awkwardly with a serving tray holding a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream and sprinkles, fresh strawberries in a bowl, a glass of milk, and a small bouquet of lavender, baby's breath, and white roses in her hand)

Charlie: (blushing as she takes the bouquet) Vaggie.... what's all this about?

Vaggie: (smiles bashfully) Um... Happy Birthday?

Charlie: (blushes harder and tries to hide behind the flowers as tears springnto her eyes) You made me breakfast in bed.... and got me flowers... for my birthday?

Vaggie: Well... yeah... was.... was I not supposed to? I kind of figured that you'd be the type to like birthday celebrations. And I didn't know what to get you, since you're kind of the Princess of Hell and can really buy anything you wanted....

Charlie: (grabs the tray of food, sets it on the floor, and hugs Vaggie tight while smothering her in kisses) This is the best birthday gift ever~

[ghxstyfae]

Pearly kisses ♡ 2 ♡ J.Webber

Tags: @olislays

Warnings: nsfw under labelled section

Part one

Sfw

One day gf decides to put bows everywhere. Jakes car, his house (including Johnnies room??), she even ties one around his bicep

Jake may eventually get a small pink bow tattoo

Gf writes Jake love letters like shes from the victorian era. Calligraphy writing, a kiss to seal it, wax melt and a stamp🤭

Expect fresh flowers on her desk every week, he even makes lives of making little bouquets for her

Definitely follows this rule of keeping a flower from her bouquet so he knows when its wilted.

When shes on her period, he knows the best ways to make her happy.

Cuddles and snuggles, snacks, a heating pad, netflix, and some online shopping.

"What the hell is crockqette?"

"Why are these your most recent emojis?" 🎀💕🩷🍓🍬💌♀️💝🌸 "your so weird"

Lets her braid his hair if she wants, which of course she does. This eventually leads to him having little mini pig tails in his mullet (with bows!)

Gf wears heels a lot, but she doesnt want to get the dirty so Jake usually has to carry her/keep an extra pair of shoes in the car

He didnt understand the hello kitty obsession at first

But after a mini mental breakdown on Gf's part over loosing her favourite sanrio plushie, he atleast tries to understand

Nsfw

He does buy her lots of little nick nacks and other hello kitty memorabilia. (Check pinterest board under sanrio gifts)

Of course she also begs to tie a bow around his cock and he agrees *if* she'll ride him afterwards

I think he'd be kinda into shibrari styles and definitely tie her up with pink ribbon

Pushing her head into her teddybears as he pounds into her from behind, whispering the nastiest little words

He bought her one of those giant pink teddy bears and ties her arms to it while he holds a vibe to her clit

...

Um-🫢 thats all folks.

[blissfullyecho]

another list of ways i’m adding luxury to my life because i deserve to be comfortable

sleeping on a featherbed in addition to my mattress (game changer for your night’s rest)

investing in high quality nail polish (chanel, louboutin, etc., which costs half as much as going to the salon and painting my natural nails at home. i have beautiful strong natural nails that can grow very long and i am pretty skilled at nail painting, so this is an option for me. if your nails can’t do the same, i suggest still going to the salon. for me personally, i don’t like being at the salon for hours and having someone touching my hands the entire time.

i said yesterday that i wasn’t planning on drinking alcohol unless it was for a special occasion— but i only plan on drinking high quality wine or champagne only

using personalized stationary

buying fresh flowers whenever needed— even if they are flower delivery and i send myself a couple dozen red roses and chocolates because… why not?

stop buying mass-produced art pieces and find a local artist and commission their work which would be completely original.

buying high quality lingerie and wear matching sets underneath my clothes— making it a daily thing and normalizing dressing nice from beneath

adding a water filter to my shower for a more fresh and clean environment rid of any harsh chemicals, detergents, etc.

getting high-end candles for a lovely smell at home (there is definitely a difference in quality when it comes to candles and you get what you pay for)

when ordering online, select the “gift wrapping” option to treat myself a little more.

[formulalfc]

Jude Bellingham + gift giving🥺🥺🥺

this man would put the world at your feet if you asked him to, like genuinely has no issue getting you absolutely anything you desire. every monday your favourite flowers are laid fresh on the kitchen side with a note about how much he loves you pinned to one of the petals. next to the flowers is always a gift bag with a little something in it from him (spoiler alert it's never a little something with jude). he also always comes home with a shirt for you after every game, your wardrobe is actually overflowing at this point. don't even get me started on your birthday, this man has been buying you gifts months in advance, logging in to your online shopping accounts and buying everything in your liked lists. he definitely arranges a holiday for you guys as a gift, just some time for the two of you to spend with each other. at christmas you actually get mad at him for the amount of things he gets you and make him promise to take it easier next year (he definitely doesn't)

inbox is open send me some ramble requests <3

[owlespresso]

bedtime stories II. Blade. tags: spice below the cut, body worship, heavy petting, snuggling & cuddling (while naked) this series is supposed to just be bedtime stories but i couldnt contain myself

The shades have been drawn. The room is bathed in calm, blue light. The kind that slips in just before the sunset.

The air conditioner hums quietly, shoved into your bedroom’s window. The white noise is soothing. It settles your nerves, but can’t manage to dull your excitement. Your hands flex against the sheets, luxurious fabric bunched between your fingers as you wait for the door to creak open. 

Blade is home today. When not sent far and wide across the expanse of the stars, you’ve both been given permission to reside here—in the countryside of Sene Azure, where the grass is bluish and the skies blow pink and cyan during the day, a vaporwave enthusiast’s dream. You love it here. The air is fresh and the fauna is abundant. Thick rivers spear the landmass apart. Two of them straddle your well-furnished home. At night, when the birds howl and the thunder roars deep, you can hear the waters churn. 

What you love even more is when Blade is home. He’s out now. Been out for the past few hours. When he’s got nothing to do, he’ll roam the forests and cut firewood. You’ve started teaching him the basics of gardening. It’s endearing, seeing one of the galaxy’s most dangerous, most wanted criminals crouched on the ground, elbow-deep in the soil. The plants like him. You theorize it’s because of his Abundance, the sickly sweet frequency which keeps him alive, but you never say it aloud. 

You say everything else aloud, though. When he comes into your shared bedroom, smelling of the wild flowers and taiga forests which cluster around your valley of rolling hills. You shoot off the mattress, launching yourself towards him with a voracity you can scarcely contain. He catches you with a grunt.

“Welcome back,” you coo, cupping his cheeks in your palms. He looks down at you, impassive, before closing his eyes.

“I wasn’t gone for long,” he murmurs, voice feather soft. 

“I know. I just like you a lot,” you hum, getting on your tip-toes to comb your greedy fingers through his hair—careful to avoid any knots. “I miss you whenever you’re gone.” you coo, you gently scratch the skin where his jaw and ear meet and he sighs, the sound rattling out of him like a spare coin tossed around in the washing machine. 

“Hm,” he ducks into your hold. None of his age is belied by the softness of his cheeks, the smoothness of the skin at the corners of his eyes and lips. How did he look before? It’s hard to imagine him as anything but distinguished in his elder years. A sexy old man, you think, but keep it to yourself. You drag your thumbs over the space beneath his eyes.

“Want to go to bed with me?” you ask, combing a strand of hair behind his ear. Blade doesn’t need to sleep, one of the mortal tendencies he has since left behind, but he does when you ask him to. Though, come to think of it, you’re not sure whether he actually sleeps. In every instance when you’ve woken, nestled into his side, he has been awake. Usually looking at you, candlewick eyes aglow in the dim dark of the room. Sometimes, you catch him reading something he’s plucked off the shelves.

He opens his eyes, and you coo. The noise is involuntary. It’s become second nature to dote on him, to treat him like a bird nestled in your palm. It disgusts him, sometimes, how soft you are, how sweetly you treat him. Mass murderer. Destroyer of entire planets. Blessed child of the Xianzhou’s enemy. How important he is. How precious and rare.

“Yes,” he says, and you drop your hands. Impatiently, you reach for the buttons of his shirt. He lets you dress him up, sometimes. You’ve spent long afternoons eagerly browsing online shops, putting your Hunter’s salary to good use. He wears most of what you buy him—today it’s a simple button-up and slacks. While you love what he usually wears to work, it’s annoying to remove, with all its buttons and laces. 

And it’s healthier for him to have more than one outfit. The change helps disrupt the usual pattern of his life, where the pendulum once only swung between a stage of rest and stage of unimaginable violence.

He stays still as stone as you disrobe him. He lets you slide the thin, breathable fabric over his shoulders and off of his torso, yielding planes of scarred skin and firm muscle to your prying eyes. You stroke your fingers up his arms, idly admiring. You don’t miss how goosebumps spread across his skin, how his nipples pebble. His chest is so nice, too. So deceptively soft. Pillowy. 

A soft, shuddering breath leaves him, but he otherwise remains stock still. Unearthly steady as your fingers spread over his shoulders, idly massaging the firm muscle. 

“Do you like it? When I touch you like this?” you inquire, lips quirking into a coy little grin.

“Why ask a question you already know the answer to?” Blade murmurs. His hands settle atop old bruises he’s left on your hips, thumbs rubbing little circles against your skin. “You just want me to flatter you.”

You don’t dignify him with an answer. Only a coy little smile, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“I want to lay down together,” you say, and sidle away. You walk towards the mattress and feel like you’re floating. This time of day never feels real to you. It’s cool and dusky and his eyes track you through the muted blue of the room.

“Mhm,”

“With our clothes off.” 

“...You play with fire,” he says, after a long moment. His eyes are half-lidded. He appraises you with an idle expression, but you can see the naked hunger in his gaze. You can feel his restraint, physically, through the tightening grip he has on your hips. 

“I just like the skin-to-skin,” you hum. You bunch your sleepshirt (his shirt, repurposed) in your hands and bring it over your head, exposing everything from the waist-up to that cold fire gaze. 

Only to hide it once you trot over to the bed and slip beneath the sheets, which have become cool and buttery in your absence. You nearly moan allowed, swaddled on all sides by some of the softest, sleekest fabrics in the known galaxy. You toss and turn just to enjoy the feeling, shoving your face into one of your pillows. 

There’s a massive thump on the other side of the mattress, springs groaning underneath the forceful, additional weight. You peer out of your makeshift cocoon, only your eyes over the edge of the blanket. Blake prowls across the admittedly ridiculous expanse of your bed. It’s funny. You didn’t know someone could possess such panther-like grace whilst crawling. 

“Welcome home,” you mumble, lifting the edge of the blanket to allow him under. 

He crowds into you without a moment’s delay. Like a tiger slipping into a jungle steam, a single minded grace possessing him. He manhandles you, a little. Nudges you onto your back with his shoulder. The show of force, effortless and natural, sends a wave of heat straight to your squirming core. Even without trying, he knocks you breathless. His nose rubs against the column of your throat until his teeth find purchase there, tangling your legs together.

For a long while, you remain just like that. He’s a weighted blanket. His skin is silk against your own, pressed tight to your own. He touches every inch of skin he can reach, luxuriates in the closeness. Idly, he sucks a fresh mark onto your skin. Absent-mindedly. Like a teething puppy. His tongue rasps over the spot, and then his lips as he continues to explore you.

Your wrist feels ticklish. You glance down, and see the tips of his fingers roaming the delicate skin there.

“Before we met, I thought these simple pleasures were beyond me,” Blade muses.

“You have a right to them. As much as any other creature does,” you murmur. You gather your hands together and press them to his chest, urging him off of you and onto his back. He settles into the space you’d once occupied. He tracks the movement with low-lidded eyes. 

You settle atop of him. Your breasts press into his upper abdomen, your skin tight to his. It’s soothing, somehow, to be cradled in the arms of this killer. This so-called monstrosity. His calloused palms rub the small of your back, tension winding out of your body like blood flows in water. The air is cool against the untouched parts of your body, somehow sweet to breathe in. The thump of his heart is slow, but steady. Unyielding to the tides of time, to the blade of any enemy. 

You make a soft little sound at him. Soothing, cajoling, approving as his cock hardens against your thigh. Long and thick. A solid line of heat which you dream about, even after having it inside of your mouth, between your thighs. You summon the willpower to ignore it, for now. 

The vast planes of his torso instead call to you. Despite the arousal which churns low between the both of you, the moment is peaceful. Serene. You want to be delicate with him. Perhaps that’s why he always comes back, to experience tenderness much like he’d received in his other life—care which until now he has been bereft of. 

Your hands glide over his stomach. The muscle there twitches with each tender brush of your fingers. His breathing gets a little labored, a little shaky. Then your touch slides to his sides, stroking up and down his flanks. You settle the space between your fingers and thumbs into the dips of his hips.

“Does it feel good?” you ask. He sighs. This time, he sounds like a put-out dog. A family pet you’d once had, a massive hound which would sometimes flop onto its side, humphing like it had anything on earth to qualm about. 

Blade has much to qualm about, though, that’s why you think his exaggerated languishing to be so endearing. He buries his face into your hair, big hands roaming to your hips to squeeze—and then to your ass, prompting you to half-splutter, half-laugh into his skin.

“Mhm,” he hums after a moment, allowing you to continue your ministrations. You’re petting him, really. Greedy hands roaming up to cup his chest, feeling the weight of each pec in your palms. And then you reach for his neck, stroking up and down the broad column of his throat. His eyes are just barely open. Slits. Black lashes fanning against his cheeks. 

[louisa-gc]

how to bring less stuff into your home

• don't buy if you already have something similar in function or form — for ex. i already own a pair of boots, therefore any new pair of boots, even if a different colour or a different shape, must stay in the store.

• don't buy to store (unless it's on a good sale) — ex. i'm halfway through my favourite serum and already thinking of buying a new bottle, but i'll hold off until the previous one is actually empty, unless i see it in the store for much less than it usually costs. i also hoard notebooks and try not to buy any more until all have been used up.

• don't buy what you can reasonably rent or borrow — ex. i barely ever buy books because i can find everything i need at the library (including a ladder and a printer).

• don't buy what you truly do not need — ex. did i get a rose quartz roller? yes. did i get it for a purpose? yes, to massage my sore jaw muscles. does it do what i bought it for? meh. is it nice to have? kind of. do i ever use it? not really. so was it a waste of natural resources, cheap labour and my own money? absolutely.

• don't buy spontaneously — ex. i went to the store to buy a new bottle of shampoo but ended up with the rose quartz roller too. in the moment, i could easily justify the need for it and a friend even said to go for it (it wasn't expensive either!). now it sits in its box and i only remember to take it out every three months.

• don't buy what is not on your shopping list — ex. i needed a new pair of black trousers, and had had them on my list for months already. i found the very best pair i could get on my budget, and going into the store i saw so many beautiful pieces, but kept telling myself i only came in for the black trousers. in the end i left the store with only what i needed, because i knew exactly what my mission there was.

• don't buy what won't last — ex. i love to get myself a bouquet of eucalyptus branches every autumn and to let them dry out. i know i can keep those branches for at least a year. while i love fresh flowers too, i know they won't last long. (sometimes i get carnations though, because i know how to keep them going for a relatively long time.) same goes for sweaters: i do not buy acrylic and polyester, simply because i cannot de-pill them the way i can wool.

• don't buy what other's have — ex. i've been dreaming of a rice cooker for a very long time, and especially now that many of my friends have gotten one, i can't seem to stop thinking about it. however i know my current kitchen just wouldn't have the space for it, so i stick to cooking my rice on the stove.

• don't go into stores if you don't need anything and avoid aisles you don't need anything from — ex. i love this ecological store in town, it always smells earthy and pleasant and has beautiful things inside, but if i enter it without a real need for something, i know i will leave with at least a bar of ridiculously expensive chocolate i wasn't even craving. the same principle applies to online shops!

• don't let social media or the people around you create new needs for you — ex. a lot of people on instagram and in my real life are knitting and i would love to do it too! i could easily justify getting all the tools and paying hundreds of euros for wool, but i know i reach for other activities in my free time and that my arms have hurt way too much when i've previously knitted, so it's not for me.

• don't buy unnecessary amounts of things — ex. i recently moved to a very small studio. i've previously always had six of each type of plate, because kitchen things tend to be sold in packs of six. this time i just got three of each (three plates, three bowls, three mugs...) and it has been more than enough. i cannot even imagine having to store double the amount of stuff in my tiny kitchen!