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[thehavenwake]

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[ceilidho]

take me home, country road

[ao3]

You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au (part 8)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

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Now a nocturnal animal emerges into the daylight hours.

A week becomes two and your shoulders untense. It’s not something you notice at first because you’re used to an ever present strain between your shoulder blades and an ache in your jaw from grinding your teeth at night. Then a fortnight goes by without so much as a missive with your name on it floating across John’s desk or a stranger appearing in town after tracking you down, and you wonder if maybe the world really is big enough to hide in. 

It sure feels that way at times. The woods beyond the bounds of John’s property stretch out farther than the eye can see and even walking it feels like you could disappear into another realm. Old spruces shoot up high into the clouds, and deeper into the woods, huge rock formations grow more and more prominent as you near the mountains. John takes you through the woods on horseback, following the rough trails carved into the dirt by a century of wagons and carts using the same path. The footprints of a different time. 

Up in the trees, birds warble and chirp, talking to one another in songs that you’ve never heard before. A woodpecker drills into the side of a tree. Pinecones snap out of the upper branches and drop to the forest floor. 

There is only a single trail and it’s easy to lose. You grow a bit nervous when John takes you off the trail and deeper into the woods, but he does so with the confidence of a man that knows these woods like the back of his hand. You go quiet when he stops Buttercup to let a herd of deer wander by, the stragglers hurrying to catch up with the group, throwing the two of you nervous glances before they disappear into the thicket. 

“Should we be out this far?” you ask in a whisper, reluctant to disturb the silence. Though the woods are full of animals that bleat, chirp, chatter, and hoot, the sound of your own voice feels preternaturally loud and shrill. 

“We won’t get lost, darlin’. I know my way around,” John reassures you, curling an arm around your waist to hold you to him. These days, you hardly worry about tumbling off the horse. Not with him at your back anyway. 

“That wasn’t really my worry,” you mumble, trailing off.

“Then what’re you getting all worked up about?”

“Aren’t there wolves out here? Or bears?”

He snorts, the sound making you jolt. You don’t topple over because he has such a firm hold around your waist. “They don’t usually come this close to town. They’re more scared of you than you are of them.”

“That sounds like something mothers tell their children to stop them crying,” you say flatly. You draw your legs up automatically when John directs Buttercup through a shallow basin, a shortcut back home. It makes you anxious for a moment, but the water barely goes up to her ankles, so you relax when you realize that you’re in no danger of being swept away by the current.

“That doesn’t mean a bear or wolf can’t wander by, but it’s rare.”

“And there it is.”

You can feel the heat of his glower on the back of your head. “We could spend the night out here if you want to see for yourself.”

At that, you shut your mouth. Even if he were to prove his point, you have no interest in camping out in the woods now that you’ve become accustomed to the luxury of a soft bed. Granted that you’re forced to share that same bed, still you’ve never slept half as well as you do these days. You wake up rested after nine hours of blissful shut eye, a sleep so deep that your dreams only come in half-remembered flashes. Often they involve the man you wake up wrapped around, and for that you’re grateful that they remain submerged. 

A new desire has started to burrow its way into the back of your mind in recent days. It starts out as a thought so brief that you hardly notice it before it skitters away. 

And then it lingers. 

You wake up in the middle of the night hot, sweat dripping down the nape of your neck and a fire burning in your loins, a red-hot coil wound around itself, fit to burst. Pulsating. At some point throughout the night, you must have thrown a leg around John’s waist because it rests there now, your hand planted in the middle of his chest and your sex all but rubbing up against his thigh. Under your hand, you can feel his heart pump strong and steady.

You hold very, very still, waiting for him to wake. But John sleeps on, his palm loose where it rests along the curve of your hip, fingers curling into the flesh of your backside. 

You can hardly look at him these days without shaking. You’ve come to fixate on the sway of his hips when he walks and the flecks of silver in his beard. The grooves in his weathered hands. The way your head fits in the palm of his hand when he cradles it to his chest. The fond glimmer in his eyes that shines the brightest when he puts his hat on your head and it slips past your eyes, too big for your head. 

When you tip it up in order to see, the folds around his eyes become more pronounced with the force of his smile.

“There you are, bug,” he says, taking the hat off your head to set it back on his and reeling you in for a kiss. 

Bug, love, honey, darling. The constant flux of endearments makes your head spin. John never calls you by the name on your marriage license. It’s like that name means nothing to him, cast away at the first opportunity and replaced by an endless stream of pet names.  

He hasn’t touched your sex since making you come on the porch swing the week before. He pulls you into a chaste embrace at night, the only evidence of his own desire being the stiff shaft nestled against the small of your back in the early morning hours, which he takes care of on his own in the bathroom downstairs after pressing a kiss to your cheek. You feel robbed of something, though you don’t know quite what. 

You’re tempted to offer your help, but you don’t know exactly what that would entail. Inexperience and fear of rejection hold you back, stay your tongue. In the two weeks you’ve been married, he hasn’t once tried to pin you down and rut between your thighs like you expected and dreaded that very first night. 

Now that that time has passed, you don’t know how to initiate that moment again. 

John promises to teach you how to ride a horse. You can’t see a reason to protest, much to your chagrin. Despite your apprehensions, even you can’t deny that it would be a helpful skill. A train only goes one way after all, confined to a single track. A horse has no such laws to obey.

The thought stays nestled at the back of your mind as the days continue on.

You flounder around in the kitchen on the day that John invites his deputies over for supper. You’ve met the big one—Simon—now a small handful of times, each encounter marked by a silence that sucks the air out of the room when he turns his gaze on you and holds it. Perhaps you’ve simply ascribed too much importance to his person, given that every time you’ve seen him, your life has changed irrevocably. His presence is always followed by revelation it seems. The archangel of vicissitude. A harbinger of uncertain times.

The other two are new. John introduces you to them when you bring out the cutlery and crockery to set the table, and you nearly go cross-eyed when they reach across the table at the same time to offer their hands. You go to meet them halfway, but flinch when John brings his hand down on the table with enough force to make the silverware jump.

“Sorry, darlin’,” he apologizes to you first before turning his glare on the other two. “That ain’t proper, boys. You wait for the lady to offer her hand first—you don’t treat a woman like she’s a mutt you’re teaching to shake.”

“Ah, sorry, hen,” the one on the left says, his voice a thick Scottish brogue like a purr. He’s possibly the handsomest man you’ve ever met, but there’s something dangerous and wild in his eyes. When he smiles, it curls up in a roguish sort of way that makes you falter, like he’s in on a joke that you aren’t. “Dinnae mean to offend. No’ often we get ta meet such a pretty lady.” 

“Sorry—” the one on the right apologizes in a voice far more earnest than his counterpart’s. “And sorry for him. We think he was raised by wolves.”

“What’s yer excuse then?” the Scot sneers, knocking his knee into the other man’s under the table. “Dinnae see ye waitin’ for her fuckin’ hand like a gentleman—apologies, hen.”

“Christ,” John sighs, leaning back in his chair and staring up at the ceiling. 

Simon stays silent at the other end of the table, but the whole table jumps when he aims a kick at the Scott’s leg. He hisses and blurts out a word in a language you’ve never heard before, the word unmistakably vitriolic. He clutches at his shin and shoots a nasty look at Simon, though he doesn’t make a move to retaliate. 

“Name’s Kyle. Kyle Garrick,” the other introduces himself, and you finally reach across the table to offer your hand. His hand is warm against yours when he takes it, dark skin burnished in the candlelight. There’s something inviting about him; something about his eyes, so dark that you almost fall into them. Thick lips curl up into a smile. “And this here is Soap.”

You frown. “Soap?”

The man in question runs a hand down his front, emphasizing the cut of his shirt and the way it clings to the muscle of his chest. “‘Cause of how well I clean up.”

Simon barks out a laugh at that. The sound comes so sudden and sharp that it startles you. “You got it ‘cause your mum had to wash out your mouth with soap.”

It’s the most you’ve ever heard out of him and you can only stare wide-eyed at the lot of them as they dissolve into bickering and squabbling after that. It’s almost a relief to head back into the kitchen to finish cooking. 

Dinner is a similar messy affair, punctuated by the sound of Soap practically gnawing the meat off the bone. He only apologizes when John barks at him for making a mess, more food on the floor around him than on his plate, but his table manners don’t last very long. John doesn’t seem so much embarrassed on their behalf as annoyed, but it’s an annoyance that comes with an aftertaste of warmth. You can tell without asking that they’ve known each other for years. 

There’s room enough in you for food and envy. Back home you had friends. Never close friends, but acquaintances at least. Maids you could recognize by face. Small talk while ascending single-file up the servants’ staircase. Perhaps little more than that. You’d never been particularly close to any of them, but how could you? You worked from morning ‘till night, up and down the stairs, moving in the shadows. Never making too much noise lest your employers take notice of you. 

Like he did.

You shake it off. That’s no matter now. You’re hundreds of miles away and living under a new name. A married woman, to the county sheriff no less. It only sometimes hurts your heart to think of how lonely you’d been. 

When they leave, you stand at the window and watch as they disappear into the black of the night, Simon at the front of the pack, his torchlight leading the way. The sound of horse hooves beating against the dirt recedes the farther they get. 

His hands warm your shoulders. You don’t know how long he’s been there, standing behind you while you stared out the window after the boys. All you know is that his hands are warm, and the kiss he presses to the back of your head makes you arch back into him, unconsciously gravitating closer to him. Needing to be near. 

In bed, you curl your fingers against his chest. On a rough exhale, you wake. You dream still of something terrible that happens somewhere else, in another city, in an old life. His heartbeat lulls you back to sleep.

John takes you to the local seamstress to have you fitted for a pair of pants and suddenly you’re out of excuses. They fit you comfortably, like a second skin, and you find yourself pulling at the legs at your final fitting as if to stretch out the material. The seamstress nearly jabs you with a pin and glares up at you until you stop fidgeting. 

You come to terms with it when he brings you into the stables and makes you fetch the saddle from where it rests on its stand. It’s heavier than you expected. You stumble back over to where John now has Buttercup standing in the middle of the stable, holding her by the lead fixed to her bridle. 

“I don’t know if—” you start, trepidation climbing up your chest until it grips you by the throat. For as many times as you’ve ridden her, you’ve never done it alone. 

John fixes her lead to a post and walks over to you, taking the saddle from your hands and letting it drop to the ground. He cups your face in both hands to tilt your head up. “Hey, honey. We’re not doing much of anything today, alright? Just a walk around the paddock so you get used to sitting on Buttercup on your own. I’m not gonna smack her ass and send you down the trail at full tilt..”

That gets a laugh out of you. “You promise?”

He smiles. “Promise, darlin’.”

And he keeps it. The only thing you do that day is learn how to tack a horse and how to properly mount and dismount her. The latter part of the lesson is devoted to you trying to find your balance while John leads the two of you around the pen at a leisurely pace. He calms you down when he sees you grow too stiff, stopping to coo and rub your thigh until you gradually relax. It’s heartwarming until Buttercup begins to tense up too for a reason unbeknownst to you and you watch in righteous fury as John calms her down the same way.

John gets you a hat to keep the sun from beating down on you, but there’s little he can do about the soreness between your thighs and the stiffness in your legs the next day. All you can do is hiss and moan in pain, hobbling around the house until he forces you down into a chair and hikes up your dress in order to apply an arnica salve to your inner thighs. 

It’s a relief and an affront at the same time. The duality of man. The salve soothes much of the ache, but you twitch nervously around John for the rest of the day, the memory of him pinning you to the chair and forcibly spreading your thighs haunting you. The lingering ache in your core is just the salt in the wound. 

It rains another day. A light drizzle while the sun is still out.

Every day you sit and you think, will it be today? And then the wash basins are emptied out in the field, the horses are taken out to the paddock, you pin the laundry up on the line to dry, and John presses a farewell kiss to your forehead when he leaves you with Kate and nothing happens. Every inch of you waits for more, anticipates more. Throbs when he leaves you wanting, only a chaste kiss and a squeeze around your waist before he’s off. 

You can feel it coming to a head. An itch you can’t shake. 

That day comes with another ache you can’t shake. 

“Please,” you beg, clasping your hands in front of you. “One day of rest. That’s all I’m asking. I can’t do this anymore, John.”

John snaps the lead in his hands. “Let’s get a move on. We’re burning daylight.”

You hang your head low on the march over to the stables, John taking up the rear like he expects you to bolt. An executioner’s walk. The thought of escape has never seemed further away—not even because of its feasibility, but because all you want to do is lie down and rest.

“You can quit your moping,” he says as you tack up Buttercup, a pout on your lips. “Got something special for you today.”

That makes you perk up, regardless of the fact that he doesn’t specify what that is. Anticipation mounts in you when he helps you up onto Buttercup and then climbs up behind you himself. He steers her away from the paddock and towards the trail leading into the woods, the sun at its zenith now, illuminating everything as far as the eye can see.

You’ve ridden this trail before. A week ago, with John at your back as he is now. Through the fields and over the hills until the trees start to number in the tens and then the hundreds, no clear delineation between plain and forest. Simply there and then everywhere.

By now, after hours of sun beating down on the path, the trail is mostly dry, yesterday’s rain long since having sunk into the earth. You think it’d still be a tough hike on foot, but on horseback you cover acres of land at a brisk pace, Buttercup hardly breaking a sweat. You cross paths with a small group traveling by horse and wagon, but John breaks off from the path not too long after that, steering Buttercup deeper into the wilderness, where the only gullies are the ones carved out by years and years of rainfall. 

You only see it when the land begins to dip and you’re forced to hold onto the horn and tighten your thighs around the fenders to keep steady. At the bottom of a hill, a small stream opens up into a larger river, narrowing out at the other end where the land rises again and the water can only trickle over the pebbly riverbed. On the other side, a rocky outcropping cuts the stream off from view.

“Is this where you used to come to bathe?” you ask, recalling an earlier conversation.

John sighs. “Thought I’d take you for a swim as a treat, but if you’d rather just tease me—”

“Well now, let’s not be hasty,” you say, already trying to dismount on your own, eyes glued on the stream glimmering in the sunlight. John chuckles, keeping you pressed to him until he guides Buttercup under a tree for shade and dismounts first, helping you down after him. 

All you want to do is wade in the stream up to your ankles, so that’s what you do. Boots kicked off, Buttercup relaxing in the shade of a tree, John standing by the water’s edge with his hands on his hips and watching you tiptoe over the smooth rocks below. You roll up your pant legs, but eventually you feel the ends grow damp as you venture farther out. At its deepest, you would probably sink up to your waist.

“Don’t you want to swim?” John asks from somewhere behind you.

You splash around a bit, kicking your feet through the water. “Hard to do that with clothes—”

When you turn back around to face him, your eyes dart down momentarily at the sight of skin before you squeak and whirl back around, sending up an arc of water. Twice now you’ve seen him naked. 

“You’ve no clothes on,” you state, bluntly enough that it almost sounds stupid. 

You hear the water splash and ripple when he takes his first step in. “Right—you better think about doing the same if you don’t want to ride home soaking wet.”

“I was perfectly fine just getting my feet wet,” you say indignantly.  

“We came out here to swim, not get your feet wet,” John laughs. You stiffen when his hand comes down on your shoulder, conscious of the fact that your husband is standing right behind you, entirely divested of his clothes. “So best get to steppin’.”

���You can’t make me.”

“Oh, honey,” he says pityingly. “Yes, I can.”

You squeeze your eyes shut as you make your way back to shore, careful not to allow yourself a glimpse of him. Your boots are stacked beneath the shade of another tree, John’s clothes folded neatly beside them. You strip slowly, attentive to the world around you; though unlikely, it’s not impossible that someone might wander by. Your only consolation is that John is still within sight, though you keep your back to him because in recent days, you’ve developed a hunger for him that even now makes your stomach hurt.  

Though the air is warm, you shiver. When you turn around with your arms crossed over your breasts to hide them from sight, you find John wading in the river up to his waist. You’ve seen him like this once before, the hearty body of a man in his prime. Sturdy and strong. The hair on his chest is darker than that on his head, wet too from the dip he must have taken when your back was turned. His hair is slicked back too, a wet hand combing it back. 

“Come on, darlin’,” he calls, beckoning you forward with his hand.

The water is a cold shock when you step in past your ankles. Ice cold tendrils wrap up your legs, sucking the warmth from you. 

You suck in a soft breath when he pulls you into his arms and heaves you up, big hands gripping under your thighs. Your breasts press against the wet skin of his chest, nipples already pebbled. The river is deeper than you assumed; John pulls you deeper in until it pools around your waist and then your chest. Cold enough that you shiver until John dips his head down and the kiss he presses to your lips melts you from the inside out. 

You can’t escape the intimacy of water-slick skin. When John drags you up his chest, your nipples brush over his and the shudder that passes through you is violent, toe-curling. You know that he can feel the heat of your core even underwater. With your legs wound around his waist, every inch of you is plastered to his front. Even your fingers play with the ends of his hair, arms draped over his shoulders. You can’t look away.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, breath hot on your face. “Eyes on me.”

As if you could look anywhere else. 

He reaches down under the water to readjust himself and you gasp when his shaft is suddenly right there, trapped between his belly and your heat. It’s the closest you’ve ever gotten to coitus, his glans nestled between your folds. You’d only have to shift slightly for him to slip right in. The thought makes your breath quicken. 

He doesn’t make a move to take you though, even knowing that he could. How easy it would be. How it’s due to him. Your husband that’s waited a fortnight to take you as his own. John kisses you until each slick pass of his lips grows sloppier, clumsier—his lips barely parting from yours before they’re on you again, rendering you a creature of base needs. 

But his hands don’t shift from your backside where he holds you in place. His fingers dig into the flesh hard enough to bruise, but they don’t move to part your folds to make room for his manhood. You expect him to—practically yearn for it and squeeze him around the neck all the harder when he subverts your expectations, doing no more than letting you grind your heat against the base of his shaft. 

“John—John, please,” you beg, mindless for what. You don’t know what you’re asking for. 

“What d’ya need, darlin’?” he asks into your mouth, stealing your answer with another kiss. 

You fall under the swell of another wave. When the root of his cock glides over your clit, your core clenches on nothing, a sob half-bitten off in your mouth, ripped from your chest. 

It doesn’t matter how close to him you get—he gives you nothing. The heat could very well burn you from the inside out. Cold water caresses your skin as it flows past, but the center of you runs so hot that you hardly notice it. 

When he hikes you higher up against his chest, you clench your fingers in his hair, whining when he takes your nipple into his mouth. Your gasp comes out sharp and hurt when the coarse bristles of his beard rub rough against your breast. He sucks at your breast tender at first, gentle, eyes half-lidded like his mind has gone somewhere else, but there’s a glint in his eye that grows wild and dark, that turns him rough. You don’t know what to do except shake and let him use you how he wants. 

Desperation nips at your heels, urging you up the length of him. If you had more nerve, you’d reach down and grasp him under the water, notch the head of his member against your sex and sink right down on him. You need him like you've never needed anything before. Every part of you aflame, searing hot under the sun at its highest point; right overhead, right on top of you. 

His teeth sink delicately into your areola, tongue lapping over your nipple to soothe the hurt, and suddenly, you break.

“Please—” you gasp, wrenching his mouth away from your breast and whimpering when he resists at first, glaring up at you like he might bite. “Please, John—I can’t take it. I need you.”

His eyes darken, the pupil swallowing everything up. “Need me where, wife? Here?”

A hand dips between your thighs, pointer finger gliding over your sex, plump with blood. So tender that your mouth hangs open on a whine when he touches you. 

“Y-yes,” you whimper, gaze swimming. 

John’s breath comes out in a harsh, ragged pant. Completely undone in a way you’ve never seen before. “Get out, darlin’. I’m taking you home. Gonna give you what you need.”

[spectator-moon]

HEADCANONS ABOUT THE BAD KIDS

Kristen has Asthma. No doctors can figure out where it came from, because it's not genetic, but she remembers a dark forest, a temple, and a horn spearing through her lungs, and she just knows. She asks Cassandra to fix it, and Cassandra tells her that it cannot be done. She keeps an inhaler on her at all times, and when she breathes too deeply, she can still feel the horn piercing her.

Fig, through a combination of tiefling blood and her own decisions, sounds like somebody who's been smoking all their life. When she was younger, it just sounded like a raspy throat, but now that she's older, it's that sultry, sort-of attractive rasp. Ayda says that she sounds sick, and it takes a few minutes of explaining before Ayda understands. Fig always teases Ayda with her most sultry, raspy voice, and laughs when Ayda's hair poofs upwards.

Adaine tried pancakes for the first time when Kristen made them and now they're her favourite breakfast food. Her favourite toppings are whipped cream, fruit, and syrup. She doesn't say that every time she eats them, they trigger sensations of eating at a cold table with cruel people. She doesn't say that she sees a time where she will eat pancakes alone, and cry with the wish to eat them with Kristen again. She does not say a great many things.

Gorgug, through no fault of his parents, in almost unhealthily skinny. It's incredibly hard to find books on Orcish physiology, and Thelma and Digby tried their best to keep up, but it wasn't meeting the required amount of calories. Now that they know (Gorgug's bio dad gave them a book), they feed him much more, but he's always hungry. He feels bad for it, and sometimes even flat out refuses the food, feeling like it's a waste.

Fabian has dissociative episodes where he falls back into the fear that nobody remembers him. He sometimes can't even remember himself. He pretends to be fine, and then you're calling his name loud enough for the Hangvan to hear it outside and he doesn't respond. He sometimes slips into old habits of not being able to move from his bed, and when he does, all the Bad Kids visit him until he can get out. They never rush him, and sometimes it turns into a slumber party.

Riz has night terrors. When he does sleep, which is rare in and of itself, he wakes up. When it's a good night, without screaming. He'll wake up in a cold sweat, unable to move for minutes or hours, but he won't scream. When it's a bad night, he will wake up screaming loud enough to reach the lowest floor of Strongtower luxury apartments, and he won't know where he is. He has hurt his mom, and his friends, and when he comes out of the haze of pure fear with sobbing noises that sound like his heart is being ripped from his chest.

Anyways, what are y'alls headcanons?

[mrsshabana]

Anonymous asked:

"Okay okay I had this thought while driving home from visiting family for the holidays but I feel like it's a neat little concept-

I re-read the incubus Gyutaro one-shot you made a while back a few days ago and had a thought occur to me, what if the roles where reversed? Like a Succubus/Incubus reader paired with a human Gyutaro.

Just felt like sharing this little concept sense I've been having BAD gyutaro brain rot recently. (/=w=")/ <3"

Gyutaro x Succubus!Reader

♥CW: 18+ MDNI, dubcon, somnophilia, smut, creampie, vaginal sex, dark content

♥AN: First I wanna say, I am so sorry this took me so long! But I hope that the result is satisfactory. You had such a good idea, I wanted to make sure it was perfect (✿◡‿◡)

♥WC: 2,220

This kind of weather is usually Gyutaro's favorite, but it’s not ideal when he’s moving into his new place. It’s raining and a thick layer of fog covers the forest surrounding his new home. It’s a small place, but very beautiful and secluded. He’s shocked that he was able to find a place like this for such a cheap price.

Maybe moving somewhere new will help him clear his mind of all the woes that have been plaguing him recently. To his dismay, Gyutaro will be living alone in this new home. His sister is a full time student at the neighboring university. He couldn’t afford for himself to go, so he’s paying for her tuition while he lives alone in a small house in the woods. 

It could be worse though. He could have been living in a shitty apartment in the city that costs three times the rent of his new place. So not everything in his life is terrible. But he does miss his sister. It’ll be hard to adjust to a life where he doesn’t see her everyday, but this was a necessary sacrifice. Gyutaro will be lonely but he doesn’t mind. Maybe now that Ume is gone, he can focus on making a life for himself.

~

The first week in his new home goes pretty well. He didn’t find dead bodies in the basement like he was expecting, so that's a plus. But he does hear noises coming from the basement at night, subtle sounds that he plays off as being due to the home being old. But that’s not the only thing. Gyutaro always feels like he’s being watched. It gets so bad that he’ll wake up in the middle of the night, panting and out of breath. He can feel someone watching but when he looks around, there’s no one to be seen. The faint smell of perfume wafts around his bedroom at these times. It’s strange how the scent always manages to lull him back to sleep.

These occurrences aren’t enough to make him want to move out, but it is enough to make him feel anxious every time he’s in the house at night.

Gyutaro’s mental health starts to decline as Valentine's day approaches. Not because of his strange living situation, but because of the loneliness that consumes him. When he’s at work he always sees happy couples together. He can’t help but scratch at his skin until it bleeds under his uniform. Nothing pisses him off more than having the thing that he wants the most being waved in front of his face. Gyutaro knows that he’s not very attractive, but he still wants love just as much as the next guy. It’s tortuous for him to have to go through this holiday alone. He just wishes that he had someone who would keep him company sometimes. Someone who he could hold late at night… someone who would be willing to accept all of the love that he has to offer… But he knows that he will never get that luxury.

Gyutaro lays in bed, holding a pillow tightly against his chest. Tears rolling down his cheeks, wetting the pillow case. Around this time of year, it’s not uncommon for Gyutaro to fall asleep crying.

But this is the first time that you’ve seen him like this. It breaks your heart to see such a sweet human being in so much pain. It pushes you to finally introduce yourself. 

~

Gyutaro wakes up to an unfamiliar heat accompanied by a comforting softness. One that is quite foreign to him. He can’t move his body, and it takes all of his willpower to open his eyes.

He sees… skin? A soft lump of flesh pressed against his cheek. He can’t fully see what’s going on, but eventually he makes out what it is. A pair of breasts.

If he was able to speak he’d be gasping from a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He’s never been this close to a woman before… let alone this part of a woman. 

Gyutaro tries his best to figure out who this mystery woman is, but the majority of his vision is blocked by your warm chest. All he is able to do is look down, barely able to see a thin, pointed tail swinging behind you.

“Shhh it’s ok sweetheart,” you coo, gently rolling your fingers through his hair. “It’s ok, I’m just here to comfort you…”

His body is limp, completely at your will. You gently move his face to look up at you. Intoxicating glowing eyes stare back at him. He’s fixated on your perfect skin and the two small horns poking out from beneath your hair.

The familiar perfume scent fills his nostrils as he gazes upon your beauty. Sending a rush of emotions through him. A single tear rolls down his cheek as his dick begins to harden.

With a smirk, you trail your long tongue down his cheek, gathering his tears. “Mmm, you even taste good. Though I knew you would…” you smile sweetly at him, showing off your fangs.

This whole situation is freaking Gyutaro out. But he also can’t help but be horny… You are the first woman to show him affection in this way. Not to mention that you are the sexiest woman he’s ever seen, and you don’t seem disgusted by him. This makes him think that this must be a dream… But would he be able to smell such a sweet, intoxicating scent if it were a dream? He isn’t sure, but all he knows is that he doesn’t want this moment to end. He doesn’t want you to leave him like everyone inevitably does. The thought makes his tears flow heavier.

Your sweet little human’s distressed state tugs at your heart strings, “Oh honey don’t cry! I’m here for you,” you hold his face close to your chest, peppering his head with kisses, “It’s ok, I know how to cheer you up…”

With a tender touch, you guide Gyutaro into a loving kiss. He’s not able to reciprocate, but the both of you are enjoying it nonetheless. Your long tongue explores every inch of his mouth, swiping over his crooked teeth, showing love to every imperfection of his.

The only sound that he’s able to make is a soft whimper. It’s a pathetic sound, but it tells you everything that you need to know. Your new human toy wants you just as badly as you want him.

Pulling away from the kiss, you maneuver Gyutaro’s body beneath you so you can straddle him. Your lace panties pressed up against the erection that is held inside his sweatpants.

The sight of him beneath you causes a devious smirk to form across your saliva covered lips. Pushing yourself further against his crotch and leaning forward, you whisper to him, “I’m going to take care of you, Gyutaro.”

His eyes go wide from your statement, and you can feel his cock twitch beneath you. 

You start at his face and go down, kissing all of his birthmarks until you reach the one on his hip. Taking your time there, you kiss and gently nibble at the mark that adorns him where his bones jut out in an unnatural way. You’ve had encounters with humans for hundreds of years, but you’ve never seen one quite like him. No one else has a body so unique. This single fact is what has made him so lonely his whole life, but it is also what attracted you to him. The entire time you’ve been watching him in this house, you’ve felt an undeniable attraction towards him. 

And now you will finally get to do something about it.

Gyutaro’s breath hitches when you pull down his sweatpants to reveal his cock. Even though you’ve seen it plenty of times before, having watched him masturbate to his eroge games, it still surprises you. Seeing it so up close is completely different. Up close you can see all of the veins that decorate his member, as well as the beautiful assortment of birthmarks that travel from his balls, up to his swollen shaft.

There are so many things that you want to do with him, but they will have to wait. You know more than anyone that virgin men can’t handle too much. So a hand and blow job will have to happen later. You want to make sure that you save all of his seed for your cunt.

You take your time removing your bra and panties. Watching as with each passing moment his dick leaks more pre-cum. Whines escape his lips as more tears flood his eyes. Poor thing, he looks so pathetic and needy. It’s adorable, all you want to do is care for him.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper seductively, moving to position his tip at your entrance. “I’m going to make you feel good.”

A tidal wave of pleasure floods Gyutaro’s body as you slowly lower yourself on his cock. Your pussy holding him in a vice grip, your velvety walls massage him as you hesitantly ride him. Making sure to take it slow, keeping in mind that he has never done this before. 

You’re so tight that Gyutaro feels like you are quite literally sucking the soul from his body, through his dick. The sensations of love and pleasure are so overwhelming to him that he feels like he might die. After being refused romantic affection for his entire life, Gyutaro’s body can’t handle this. It’s all too much for him. He isn’t accustomed to being loved… to being taken care of.

The urge to touch you is tortuous for Gyutaro, he wants more than anything to run his calloused fingers over your soft skin. To reach up and palm your breasts, or to even hold your hips and thrust up into you.

Starting slow, you gradually build up speed. Dragging his length out of you, just to push him back in again. The soft sound of skin slapping, and the squelching of your slick coating his dick fills the room.

“Ah… Gyu-Gyutaro,” you moan. Never have you coupled with a human that felt so good. The way his cock fills you to the brim is like your pussy was made just to fit around him.

Hearing you moan his name causes a tingling sensation to form in the pit of his stomach, his balls tighten and he knows he’s about to fill you with his cum. He tries to hold it in, he really doesn’t want this to end. But the sight of your gorgeous body on top of his, your sopping cunt greedily pulling him into you with each bounce of your hips, he can’t take it anymore.

His orgasm is so strong that he is able to break from your spell. Hands going straight to your hips to hold you down, making sure he gets as deep within you as possible. The tip of his cock forcefully pressed against your cervix. It hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. 

Gyutaro leans forward, resting his forehead on your chest as he moans embarrassingly loud, “F-fuck- ah-ah-ah sh-shit!” His orgasm is strong, and he empties more cum into you than he felt was even possible to produce. Cock twitching, muscles spasming, as he shoots thick ropes into you.

You can feel every spurt forcefully splashing against your cervix. God it feels so fucking good. Never in your entire existence have you felt such euphoria from someone else’s orgasm. It’s enough to send you over the edge with him.

“Gyutaro f-fuck… ah baby. P-please, give all of yourself to me,” you moan loudly as you have the most satisfying release of your life. Feeling as though you were struck by lightning.

Arching your back, you grip his hair, keeping him held close to you. Your walls tighten, and Gyutaro whimpers beneath you as your orgasm forces more of his seed to spill out of him. Overfilling you until it has no room but to trickle down his trembling thighs, staining his bedsheets.

Coming down from your high, you feel a rush of satisfaction course through your veins. Never have you been so satisfied by a mere human before, let alone a virgin. There’s something special about him… something that latches onto your cold heart, making it feel warmth for this man.

He desperately clings onto you, holding you as close as possible to make sure you don’t leave him. You can’t leave him. You’re the first woman to ever love him, he doesn’t know what he would do if you were to leave. 

With him still seated deep inside of you, you wrap your arms around him and return his affection. Taking a moment to catch your breath before you realize that he’s crying. 

His tears roll onto the soft flesh of your breasts, as Gyutaro tries to hide from your gaze. You must think he’s so pathetic…

“Sweetheart,” heartbreak clearly heard in your tone, “What’s the matter?” You gently stroke his hair, comforting him until he calms down enough to speak.

“P-please don’t leave…” he says through hiccups and sobs. Looking up at you with puffy eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you smile, wiping his tears away with your thumb, “I promise.”

[thinkingjasico]

I feel like we need a jasico au like 13 going on 30. So...

They are childhood friends who lived next door to each other since they were little kids (wait, I just thought about the You Belong With Me video with them talking by writing on papers and showing it to each other through the window of their rooms and I WANT THAT FOR THEM IN THIS AU) and the two were always very closed in their own little world and loved it. Jason loved to write and Nico loved to take pictures, and the two of them would go to a forest on the way between their school and their houses and spend entire afternoons there together doing what they loved, studying together and even building a fort there (something like that little fort in Anne With an E that she and Diana do together, you know?).

But when they are about to start high school, Jason's father pressures him a lot to join the football team to get a sports scholarship in college to follow the plans he has for him. Jason, always afraid of disappointing his father and never having the support of his mom, joins the team and from then on everything changes. Jason doesn't want to leave Nico, but Nico gets angry and says that Jason has changed too much and breaks their friendship up. During this period let's say that the whole school finds out that Nico was gay and he suffers a lot of bullying, especially from Jason's friends, and whenever Jason tries to defend him, Nico says he doesn't want his help. Anyway, the two go through high school very lonely and hating every second of it.

On graduation day, Jason discovers he was accepted to the college his father wants and he definitely doesn't want to go. All he wanted was to follow the plan he and Nico had: going to college in New York, Jason studying literature and Nico arts, they were going to live in the dorms and explore the city together, then when they finished college they would share an apartment, and before that, backpack to several different places together. And on his graduation day, seeing that his life was turning into the opposite of that, Jason freaks out and runs away from the graduation ceremony. To make it a little comical I think it could be that there was a storm and he was struck by lightning, and that is the event that will throw him into the future at the age of 30.

Then he sees that his life really did follow the plan his father had for him, and that his life sucks just as he imagined. He actually lived in New York, but working at a marketing company that ran some problematic campaigns, was engaged to a girl he barely knew, and living in a luxury apartment with an empty life. He looks for Nico and finds him living in the neighborhood they've always wanted to live in, Nico is engaged to a relatively nice guy (you know who) and Jason talks to him (who is shocked that Jason looked for him after so many years) and finds out that Nico did exactly what their plan was, but alone.

After that, it takes Nico a while to believe this crazy time travel story, but once he does, Nico tries to help Jason fix his life (which is what Jason thinks will get him back). Jason runs an incredible marketing campaign with the help of Nico and his wonderful photos, and obviously the two admit to each other that they've always liked each other, but Nico says that it's too late now, that there's nothing he can do to fix that part of Jason's life.

Even feeling alone and lost after Nico said that, Jason returns to his parents' house and finally faces his father and throws in his face everything he swallowed in silence for all these years. Leaving there in a storm, Jason is struck by lightning again, and it sends him back to his graduation day. He wakes up in the hospital and sees his father fighting with a nurse in the hallway, and then he sees that Nico was in his room, looking at him worried. Nico says that he just wanted to see how he was doing but that he was leaving, but Jason asks him to stay and tells him that he was accepted to the college they wanted, and Nico says that he was accepted too. When Jason’s father returns to the room, they have a conversation about college and Jason says he will go to the one he wants. Of course his dad tries to say that Jason is just very confused after what happened, that these ideas soon will pass. But Jason stands firm in what he wants. His father really doesn't support him, and his mother as usual continues in silence, but Jason moves to New York with Nico anyway, and Thalia helps him as much as she can.

Jason doesn't tell Nico at first how he feels about him, but after they've moved to start college and everything is going well, he simply hands Nico a notebook for him to read, and in that notebook he basically made a collage with a compilation of all the things he ever wrote about Nico since they were little. From silly poems comparing how Jason looked forward to their time together even more than he did for the day of french fries in the cafeteria- that he wrote at age 7, to huge texts he wrote about Nico in the last few years they spent apart. And, obviously, Nico says Jason is a simp. But, obviously, Nico kisses him.

If you have jasico childhood friends fic recs, pls share them in the comments or rb and you will have 7 years of luck <3

This idea was itching my brain since my beloved reader @marshr00m was talking to me about jasico childhood aus

[suomeen]

Chapter 5: Finnishing the Year

As the year was coming to an end, we finally moved into our new apartment in a 5-story municipal building. The house is rather simple, though it has all one might need, with a storage space outside and a laundry room in the basement. There are Finns living there but a lot of the apartments are owned by the city to house refugees or immigrants so there are a lot of Ukrainians, as well as people from Arabic countries and South East Asia.

The apartment is spacious, has 2 bedrooms and a larger living room. When we first arrived, there was basically nothing in it. Just beds and closets and a starter kit of cheap cutlery, plastic plate and glass, and a few pans. A bit later we also got a few chairs and bedside tables, as well as a kitchen table. The beds are very uncomfortable but it’s better than sleeping in the corridor and waking up from explosions. It was almost strange to feel so safe.

Sharing a tiny room with your mother in your 30s is not exactly ideal. Having my own room is probably what I miss the most. In a situation like that, you soon realize that privacy is a luxury. The inherent lack of privacy was exacerbated by the fact that without much furniture, carpets or curtains, the acoustics were way too good. You couldn’t make a sound without the whole apartment knowing. The bathroom is a fucking echo chamber. To make a private call, people go outside. You can always see someone hanging out in the yard with their phones. And its not great when it’s cold as fuck outside.

The city itself has a population of just 60k. But then Finland is not a big country with only 5 million people overall. So, a city of over 50k is sizeable. It’s not exactly small in terms of area either, as most of the houses have just 1 floor and the buildings are rather sparse. It looks like a forest anywhere you go. The problem is our block is quite far from the city center so to get literally anywhere you need to walk at least 40 minutes. You can take the bus but it costs 3e and doesn’t go everywhere and only at certain hours. No buses after 6 pm and on Sundays. The city is designed for cars. Or, at the very least, bikes. If you walk to a shop through an industrial zone, you’re probably not gonna meet a single person for miles. At least our house has a big supermarket right next to it.

When we arrived to settle in, there was already another dweller. A young woman named Lina who took the other bedroom. She was a German teacher, polite but sociable. We hit it off surprisingly well.  Our first order of business was to try and make this place feel at least a little bit like home the best we could and navigate this wondrous new territory.

The NY eve was wild. Sure, we used to have fireworks in Kyiv, but they went off at midnight and only lasted for about 5 minutes. We don’t have them since the war started. Fireworks sound just like explosions, you know.  Here, the fireworks began at 6 PM and went on till after midnight. There were hundreds of them going off all around us. they never stopped. It was insane. As the day wrapped up, the 3 of us sat down in the kitchen. We didn’t even have proper drinks because we learned too late that you can’t just buy alcohol in Finland. The supermarkets don’t sell anything over 5%. For that you have to go to one of the Alko shops and there are just 4 of them in town. Besides, the alcohol is also very expensive. We drank a few cans of cheap beer and called it a night.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

One Word Fic Titles (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

Ache - cafephan

Summary: “The pictures, where the two of them posed, comically, amorously. He felt it in his chest, a yearning, unmistakably.”

Breedable (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: In his nest in the mossy forest, far away from Daniel's home, the unclaimed omega planned to work through his heat alone. Little did he know, a curious alpha had been following his trail through the woods.

Caught (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Just because they weren’t together anymore didn’t mean that Dan couldn’t read phanfiction while he got off, right? Or at least that’s what he thought before Phil walked into the room.

Charmed (ao3) - hygge

Summary: Dan doesn’t understand Valentine’s Day. That is until he’s given an anonymous card with someone’s phone number in it. It takes months of talking with this anonymous person to learn who they are, and it ends up being the person that Dan least expects.

Chicken - philsdrill

Summary: Dan is worried that his social anxiety is going to mess up his job interview, but that becomes the least of his problems when he gets his vibrator stuck up his butt the night before.

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

cleveland (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: "We're never going to Cleveland again."

costume (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil normally puts on a costume. But not today.

extraordinary (ao3) - Rawritsamehh

Summary: Phil wakes to a photo his drunk boyfriend sent the night prior. 2009/2010.

Flatmates (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: oh my god they were flatmates / the fuckboy!phil au we all deserve

Illumination (ao3) - howlthenight

Summary: Dan and Phil have been cooped up in their apartment and Phil devises a way to get Dan outside.

“Why would ducks wear rain gear?"

Interstellar (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Dan always thought he was the moon. Phil Lester was definitely the sun.

katoptronophilia (ao3) - wiccamoody

Summary: The ceilings in Dan and Phil’s tour bus have mirrors on them.

Luxury (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: It was early, the dark edging on predawn translucent. The birds were only beginning to chirp. Here, nestled so deep in nature, the Costa Rican jungle all around their treehouse hotel, Dan could feel the hush of morning rising all around him. Phil was still asleep, breaths deep and even. Phil was exhausted--they both were really--but this was something Dan wanted to share with him.

Ohana - manchestereyes

Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Oswald (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan is an asshole, Phil goes through a tragic accident, and this somehow brings them together.

Also Phil owns a pancake restaurant.

perihelion (ao3) - fleurdelester

Summary: per·i·he·li·on the point in the orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet at which it is closest to the sun

or

the one where Dan wants to study the stars and Phil wants to be king of the universe

Picky - trysomecats

Summary: Dan deems Phil as the picky eater out of the two of them.

Potheads (ao3) - dickiegreenleaf

Summary: In which Dan runs a pottery studio, bad Christmas gifts are given, and Phil is really just no good at working clay.

Risqué (ao3) - Emejig16

Summary: Sexting.

Serendipity (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan and Phil are a generic, cute suburban couple when a brief apocalypse decides to happen

Sunshine (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: Summer sex (with consequences)

Sutures (ao3) - jerseker

Summary: Phil returns to the forever home after a week away, just in time to pull Dan out of his negative thought spiral.

Unravel - kawaii-kanai

Summary: Dan and Phil grew up being best friends and just over three years ago became boyfriends. With spending more and more time with each other, Dan has noticed a strange thing or two about Phil. When his suspicions turn out to be something far more alarming than he imagined, will he stick by his love’s side through thick and thin or flee in fear for his life?

warm (ao3) - SylvesterLester

Summary: Phil likes Dan.

And Phil really, really likes Dan's hat.

[wayfaringauthorofficial]

Murder's Breach

The jet black corvid swept down from his nest, eyes peeled and ears ready. He wouldn’t go hungry tonight; all he had to do was go back to the other side of the forest, stay out of site. Sit. Wait. Wait. Pray that the guns would fire and their men would flee. But the prayers were always answered. The other demons that lurked in this place scare them away, just as easily as he could if he were a little bigger, stronger.

But his size didn’t matter. It never had, not when the boxes rolled and the guns were always loaded. Boots crunched on grass; soldiers gazed around his land for their next meal. He couldn’t leave his hideaway now. But he couldn’t get far, couldn’t flee as fast as the other creatures that took up residence here. So maybe he should, should just lay himself down and close his eyes. They would make it quick. Didn’t they always? It was the only gift their bullets brought, the only luxury any of his kind got from all this.

There was a time when his kind littered the forest floor, men too caught up in games and pride to realize that the world was being torn apart by their hand. But he didn’t want to think about that, only wanted to dream of fluttering down to them and ripping their flesh all the way off, leaving them to scream and bleed on the earthen floor until their lives were ripped away from them, too, until they took that last shaking breath.

He couldn’t do that, didn’t really want to. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, but maybe some of the humans deserved it. Maybe they should be punished for their ignorance, their little bit of fun that just so happened to be ruining the order of things, whether they cared to read into it or not. They never would. That wasn’t how the behaved; he’d watched enough of them, been hunted by enough of them, to know that.

And the pain plagued him every second of his miserable existence, but that wasn’t something he liked to dwell on, wasn’t something he had the luxury to try to heal from. Revenge would come. He would be fine at the end of the day. Wouldn’t he? He still waited for the men to cock their guns, to raise the barrels towards the sky just praying that he would swoop into their trap. He waited for them to fire. Maybe he should stop hoping he’d wake up in the morning. Maybe that would make all of this easier.

The sounds of his enemies filled his ears, making his tiny heart pound. Click, click, click. Thunder. Danger. Go. Go. Fly. Survive. A gun cocked below. What bullets would spring out this time, setting the barrel on fire as it reached to strike him?

Something snapped. What was it? Sticks. Feet. Metal filled his nose. Bullets. Guns. Danger. No. How could they be here? He’d worked so hard, flown thousands of miles just to be sure he would lose them. But that red feather in the hunter’s hat never failed to get his blood pumping, heart racing. How could it, when it was the source of all his fear, his pain? It seemed there was no escaping his enemies, not when they could find him in a split second. They tracked him, knew where he would be. They always knew. They would always know.

The raven dared to open his beak, sending a warning call to the heavens as he took to the sky, hoping he wouldn’t reach them. It was less than a beat later that darkness came to the sky and his peers did their best to join him. But they would fail. All the others did. Who could tell him this time would be any different?

Bullets. Too many bullets. His body caught fire… but there were no flames. His cry sounded like a choking baby. Pathetic, but all he could manage. How could he let this happen? How could he break, let them make him so weak, useless?

It was over. He was falling, but the strikes kept coming. One shot, two shots, three shots, four. He didn’t submit to this, didn’t want to leave his life in their hands. It wasn’t time. It wasn’t time-wasn’t time- wasn’t time. He had work to do. He couldn’t fall, couldn’t take one last cry as his body careened towards the earth, but his body hit the ground.

His gasps couldn’t save him. It was bright. He shook, wings flapping but he couldn’t get up. He had no strength left. All of the heat left his body. He was so cold, and he knew what it meant, though he didn’t want to admit it. He didn’t want to make this mean that he let them take him, too.

But they had. And as he took his last breath, he stared up into brown eyes. He watched two fists swipe him up as his blood coated their hands.

[chevvy-yates]

questions for OC (ryder): 8, 21 and 33💕

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Stop doing: Being so hyper active and fidgety. It made Wilhelm (his dad) mad all the time that Gilbert Ryder couldn't sit still for one minute. In some way you might even understand his father superior because very fidgety kids can cost you a lot of nerves. Start doing: Behave like a good Corpo kid should. Be polite (well Ryder always has been polite and still can be), don't play too wild, don't get his clothes dirty. Ryder loved playing in the woods when his family went to the Black Forest on vacation to their luxury lodge. He always came back inside with dirty shoes and his clothes were full of moss and forest soil because he loved to climb over old roots and took animal trails to see if he could find something interesting (e.g. deer antlers). So, yeah Wilhelm was not amused - especially when they had other high Corpo visitors.

21. Why do they get up in the morning? 

First: Bcause he has work to do. Free the city from another mean Corpo, Cyberpsycho or just others that are poison for the city and their vulnerable citizens. Second: To look at the sleeping beauty beside him: beloved Thyjs. Soldier boy is extremely beautiful when he's sleeping and Ry likes to watch for a while until he decides to slowly wake him from his dream world by either starting to give him soft smooches onto his pale skin tickling him with his beard or just give share of kindness and affection. Once Thyjs is awake they probably stay in bed for a while longer (they usually start working in the afternoon because Vijay an Arki are owls who tend to sleep in late lol).

33. Could they be considered lazy? 

Since Ryder is such a human dynamo, he's rarely lazy – but it happens. And it depends on the topic for him. If it is something he likes, he's not lazy at all. If he doesn't like it: "Argh, kein Bock drauf! Can wait until tomorrow." If friends ask him to help with something he's always lending a hand and doesn't stop until the task is done. When it comes to merc work, he likes to bring himself in actively so he's the opposite of lazy. He's not the type who waits until others done the main work. He only got more lazy in the morning since Thyjs entered his life. Thy is a kind of calm anchor with the ability to make Ry lazy – though it doesn't mean that Thyjs is a lazy boy – Ry slows down a little thanks to him, so there's more lazy mornings or evenings in his live than before, where they just chill around in their apartment doing nothing. Before Thyjs Ryder always went for walks in the streets, did workouts like a mad man (he still does) and went raving whenever he had free time.

[zhongrin]

I got you a good fic food!

You and zhongli decided to go to sumeru as change and see the city, you told zhongli you want to see the grand bazar he apologized for not going with you as he want to greet someone nahida.

You two split ways and once you reached the bazar and stroll thro the shops and start to enjoy your time you felt dizzy and fell on ground before that someone catches you! You saw A tall handsome man grey haired man “ are you alright? “ he asked you didn’t say a word as you fell unconscious to your sudden tiredness.

You woke up later realize you were at a hospital and the same man was beside you reading a book waiting you to wake up to check on you, “ how are you doing? You were stung by a bug at the Avidya forest and probably you got allergic reaction but the effects were slow probably you have strong immune system. “ said the man without looking at you.

You thanked him and said you should be going or your husband would get worried, Alhaitham insisted you to stay because you are still recovering he’ll get your husband if you know where he is. You said “ he said he’ll meet someone but he knows I am at the grand bazar, I am sure he is there looking for me as we speak! He wears very luxurious suit and geo vision on his back you can’t miss him. “

Alhaitham went there to look for him and without doubt he did find him looking at jewelry stalls.

Anyway he led him to you but he was uneasy little because our scent is on him so is you! He knows that alhaitham helped us carrying to the hospital and knows you are blindly loyal and madly in love, be he simply cannot help his possessive dragon nature the feel of wanting to reclaim especially after he sensed your slight fluster to the man from the idea him carrying you.

Alhaitham did sense the intimidating aura from zhongli and he didn’t care because he didn’t do anything wrong and take his leave after you are alright with your husband.

( from here there is two “claiming” routes to choose 1-the hospital route or the apartment shower reclaim ;//D )

Ps: sorry for long food I am bad at short things but I rly want to get it out of my system to share it to a real Zhongli simp.

Love

SIA🌸

mmmmmm good good food indeed. i'm sorry for hoarding this ask for so long but it's been swimming in my head rent free so much bc i love love love it aaaa

possessive dragon!li my beloved.... and al haitham going "welp my job here is done and it's not my problem anymore so bye" is so him hahahahahah

the hospital route you say.... interesting..... i sure hope this 'hospital' isn't bismartan bc hoo boy those beds are very out in the open helpsdhflkjsld

apartment shower you say mmmmm that sounds good. he can get as messy as he wants

where's the third option where we all got into a poly relationship

thank you for sending this in, i'm gonna continue to daydream about it hehehe <3

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Prime Location, Unmatched Convenience:

The townhomes are strategically situated in Winston-Salem, providing convenient access to urban conveniences and cultural attractions.

Enjoy the best of both worlds: the tranquility of a sophisticated enclave and the vibrancy of a thriving city.

Connected Community and Sense of Belonging:

Foster a sense of community through shared spaces and planned events.

Experience the joy of building connections with like-minded neighbors, creating lasting memories.

Smart Home Innovations:

Experience the future of living with smart home innovations that offer convenience and efficiency.

From smart thermostats to integrated security systems, modern technology enhances your lifestyle.

Proximity to Winston-Salem's Charm:

Revel in the cultural richness and artistic heritage of Winston-Salem, with theaters, museums, and galleries just moments away.

Embrace the city's culinary scene, shopping destinations, and outdoor activities at your doorstep.

Professional Management and Peace of Mind:

The professional management team ensures that your living experience is seamless and stress-free.

Enjoy the peace of mind that comes with responsive service and a commitment to resident satisfaction.

Your Invitation to Upscale Living:

The townhomes present an invitation to indulge in upscale living, where comfort, sophistication, and convenience intertwine. Explore the floor plans to delve deeper into the exquisite offerings that await you.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Lifestyle:

In conclusion, upscale townhomes at The Haven Wake redefine luxurious living in Winston-Salem, NC. With a combination of elegant design, upscale amenities, and a prime location, these townhomes offer an unparalleled living experience. Visit the floor plans page to embark on a journey of discovering the benefits of luxurious comfort in the heart of Winston-Salem. Elevate your lifestyle with the epitome of upscale living. Your haven of comfort and luxury awaits!

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Nestled in the beautiful hills of Uttarakhand, Bhimtal is a hidden gem that offers peace, stunning landscapes, and a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. Whether you're looking to unwind in nature, enjoy adventure activities, or simply spend time with loved ones, Bhimtal has something for everyone. For travelers seeking a comfortable, cozy, and memorable stay, The Blossom Glee stands out as the best homestay in Bhimtal.

Why Choose a Homestay in Bhimtal?

Homestays are a popular accommodation choice for travelers who prefer an authentic local experience. Unlike hotels, homestays provide a unique opportunity to live like a local, enjoy home-cooked meals, and engage with the community. In Bhimtal, homestays offer the added advantage of being surrounded by nature, providing panoramic views of the lake, forests, and mountains.

Among the many options, The Blossom Glee shines as the top choice for those looking for a homestay that combines the comforts of home with the beauty of Bhimtal.

The Blossom Glee: Your Home Away from Home

The Blossom Glee is more than just a place to stay; it's an experience. From the moment you arrive, you’ll be greeted with warmth and hospitality, making you feel right at home. Here’s why The Blossom Glee is considered the best homestay in Bhimtal:

1. Stunning Location

The Blossom Glee is situated in an ideal spot, offering breathtaking views of Bhimtal Lake and the surrounding hills. Waking up to the misty mornings and serene vistas is truly an experience in itself. Whether you want to relax in the lush garden, enjoy a cup of tea on the balcony, or take a stroll around the property, you’ll feel completely immersed in nature.

2. Comfortable and Spacious Rooms

Each room at The Blossom Glee is designed with comfort and tranquility in mind. The homestay offers well-appointed, spacious rooms with modern amenities to make your stay as comfortable as possible. Whether you’re traveling solo, as a couple, or with family, the homestay provides a range of room options to suit your needs. The rooms are decorated with a touch of local charm, providing both coziness and a feeling of luxury.

3. Home-Cooked Meals

One of the highlights of staying at The Blossom Glee is the delicious home-cooked meals. The hosts take great pride in preparing traditional local dishes, made from fresh and organic ingredients sourced from nearby farms. Whether it's a hearty breakfast, a flavorful lunch, or a cozy dinner by the fireplace, the food will be one of the most memorable parts of your stay. Special dietary needs can also be accommodated, ensuring every guest enjoys a delightful culinary experience.

4. Personalized Attention and Hospitality

What sets The Blossom Glee apart from other accommodations is the personalized attention to each guest. The hosts go above and beyond to ensure that every aspect of your stay is perfect. Whether you need help planning your itinerary, organizing transportation, or want to learn more about the local culture, the hosts are always happy to assist. Their passion for hospitality and attention to detail make guests feel truly welcome and cared for.

5. Eco-Friendly and Sustainable Practices

The Blossom Glee is committed to eco-friendly and sustainable practices, ensuring that your stay has a minimal impact on the environment. The homestay incorporates solar energy, water conservation measures, and waste reduction practices to create a sustainable environment. Staying here allows you to enjoy your vacation while knowing you're contributing to the preservation of the beautiful natural surroundings.

6. Proximity to Tourist Attractions

Bhimtal is filled with attractions and activities, and The Blossom Glee is conveniently located near many popular spots. You can easily visit the Bhimtal Lake for boating, explore nearby trekking trails, or visit the famous Bhimeshwar Mahadev Temple. For birdwatching enthusiasts, Sat Tal Bird Sanctuary is a short drive away. The hosts can help you plan your day trips, ensuring you make the most of your stay in Bhimtal.

7. A Peaceful Retreat

For those looking to disconnect and rejuvenate, The Blossom Glee provides the perfect peaceful retreat. The calm surroundings, fresh mountain air, and serene atmosphere make it easy to relax and unwind. Whether you want to spend time reading, meditating, or simply taking in the beauty around you, this homestay offers the ideal environment for relaxation.

Activities and Experiences at The Blossom Glee

At The Blossom Glee, you won’t run out of things to do. Here are some activities you can enjoy during your stay:

Boating at Bhimtal Lake: Take a boat ride on the tranquil lake and soak in the stunning views of the hills and forests.

Nature Walks and Trekking: Explore the natural beauty of Bhimtal by going on scenic walks or hikes through the nearby trails.

Cultural Experiences: The hosts at The Blossom Glee can arrange for local experiences, such as visiting nearby villages, learning about traditional crafts, or attending local festivals.

Bonfire Evenings: Enjoy a cozy bonfire under the stars, perfect for chilly evenings in the hills.

Book Your Stay at The Blossom Glee

If you’re planning a trip to Bhimtal, The Blossom Glee is the best homestay to make your visit truly special. With its unbeatable location, comfortable accommodations, delicious food, and warm hospitality, it offers an experience that will leave you feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. “best homestay in Bhimtal” To book your stay or to learn more, visit our website or contact us directly. At The Blossom Glee, we look forward to welcoming you for a memorable and peaceful retreat in the heart of Bhimtal.

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Book Your Rental Homes for Dream Vacation at Deep Creek Rentals!

Get pleasure from stunning Deep Creek Lake in any season by renting a fantastic vacation house. With properties spread around the region, Deep Creek provides a wide range of luxurious vacation Rental Homes - Deep Creek Lake. For each occasion or size of groups, there is a perfect fit among the gorgeous lakefront residences and spectacular mountain homes. The ideal vacation rental is available at Deep Creek, whether you're organizing a wedding, family reunion, vacation, or just need a weekend away.

Situated away in the center of Maryland, Deep Creek Lake provides a peaceful haven from the rush of everyday life. We can offer the ideal home base for your next romantic getaway or family vacation with Deep Creek rentals. Our varied portfolio offers it all—for some, it's about relaxing in a remote cabin, for others, it's about living large in an elegant lakeside house.

You are choosing more than just a place to stay when you select Highland Manor. These amazing apartments provide you the chance to wake up to breathtaking views and to be within walking distance of all the local attractions. Where calm lake waters meet the bright morning sky is where your day starts. Enjoy a steaming cup of coffee on your terrace while you relax and take in the view. A day of freedom that is limited only by your creativity appears.

Things to Do Near Deep Creek Rentals

Heaven on Earth for lovers of the great outdoors is Deep Creek Lake. The thrill never fades, even as the calendar does. This place has electric energy when winter arrives. It's an opportunity to pull out warm clothing, grab your skis or snowboard, find your footing on the ice, and create some very memorable moments.

Water Sports and Boating: The 65 miles of shoreline can be explored by boat, which you can bring or rent. Water rafting, jet skiing, and water skiing are three friends of speed and enjoyment that ensure an exciting and hilarious day.

Hiking and Nature Trails: State parks with miles of hiking and nature trails surround Deep Creek. Do you need to get outside and exercise for the day? The ideal remedy is provided by Swallow Falls State Park, where trails wind through verdant forests and past stunning waterfalls.

Skiing and Snowboarding: There are great skiing and snowboarding options at the close Wisp Resort. This is where skiers of all skill levels find their sweet spot: it's difficult enough for experts yet forgiving enough for beginners.

Friendly Attractions for Families: Are you taking the kids on a trip? Everyone is in for a genuine treat with the assortment of rides, shows, and interactive displays; dullness doesn't have a chance. Under one sunny sky, thrill-seekers in Deep Creek can take on fast go-kart courses, control butterflies on the mini golf course, and even meet up close and personal with fuzzy friends at the animal parks.

To Sum Up:

The summers in Deep Creek Lake are mild and cool, and the winters are snowy enough for winter activities. Also, Rentals for Golfers at Deep Creek vacation rentals in the area provide outstanding value for money when it comes to staying for your trip. So Contact us at the Deep Creek Rental Website.

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Discover the Epitome of Elegance: Luxury Villas & Vacation Rentals

Imagine waking up to the gentle sound of waves crashing on the shore, the sun casting a golden glow over the horizon, and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of the ocean. This is the experience that awaits you when you choose luxury villa or vacation rental for your next getaway. Offering unparalleled comfort, privacy, and an array of exclusive amenities, luxury villas and vacation rentals redefine the concept of a perfect holiday.

Unmatched Privacy and Space

One of the most significant advantages of choosing a luxury villa or vacation rental over traditional hotel accommodations is the privacy and space it provides. Whether you're traveling with family, friends, or as a couple, these properties offer a secluded retreat where you can relax and unwind without the interruptions of other guests. With private pools, expansive gardens, and spacious living areas, you have the freedom to enjoy your vacation on your terms.

Tailored Luxury Amenities                               

Luxury villas and vacation rentals are synonymous with opulence and comfort. From infinity pools that blend seamlessly with the ocean to state-of-the-art home theaters, these properties are designed to cater to your every need. Many also come with dedicated staff, including chefs, butlers, and housekeepers, ensuring that your stay is as comfortable and stress-free as possible.

Breathtaking Locations                                     

Luxury villas and vacation rentals are often situated in some of the world's most stunning locations, offering breathtaking views and direct access to pristine beaches, lush forests, or vibrant cityscapes. Whether you dream of a beachfront villa in the Maldives, a rustic retreat in the Tuscan countryside, or a chic apartment in the heart of Paris, there is a perfect property to match your vision. These locations not only provide a beautiful backdrop for your vacation but also offer opportunities to explore and immerse yourself in the local culture and attractions.

A Personalized Experience                                

One of the most appealing aspects of staying in a luxury villa or vacation rental is the personalized experience it offers. Unlike hotels, where your experience is often standardized, these properties allow you to customize every aspect of your stay. From arranging private excursions and tours to curating a menu tailored to your tastes, the level of personalization is unmatched.

In conclusion, choosing a luxury villa or vacation rental  elevates your vacation to new heights of comfort, privacy, and indulgence. Whether you're seeking a peaceful retreat or an adventure-filled escape, these properties offer the perfect setting for an unforgettable experience.

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Discover the Best Hill View Hotel in Kodaikanal

Kodaikanal, often known as the "Princess of Hill Stations," is well known for its beautiful scenery, tranquil lakes, and verdant hills. This charming village, tucked away in the centre of Tamil Nadu, is the ideal getaway from the bustle of the big metropolis. Choosing the greatest hill view hotel in Kodaikanal can greatly improve your experience by giving you the ideal vantage position to take in the surrounding natural beauty, among the many other attractions.

What Makes a Kodaikanal Hill View Hotel the Best Option?

A unique chance to get up close and personal with Kodaikanal's natural splendour is to stay at a hotel with a view of the hill. Imagine waking up to the sound of birds chirping softly, mist-covered hills, and cool, crisp air. Picking a hotel with a hill view is essential for the following reasons:

Unrivalled Views: From your hotel accommodation, you'll be treated to breathtaking views of Kodaikanal's hills, valleys, and forests. The calm and serene atmosphere created by these sights is ideal for rest and renewal.

Hill view hotels are near nature trails, views, and other natural attractions, making it possible for you to fully enjoy the peace of Kodaikanal's surroundings.

Luxurious and comfortable accommodations can be found at Kodaikanal's top hill view hotels, which provide first-rate facilities and services to make your stay unforgettable. These hotels provide all of your needs, from comfortable accommodations to fine eating options.

Ideal for Photography: The picturesque vistas and starry nights from a hilltop hotel offer countless chances for photographers to capture breathtaking vistas, sunsets, and starry nights.

1. The Carlton Kodaikanal is one of Kodaikanal's best hill-view hotels.

The Carlton Kodaikanal is a luxurious resort offering breathtaking views of Kodai Lake and the surrounding hills. This five-star hotel has many dining options, a well-equipped spa, and roomy accommodations with private balconies. It's the ideal option for people looking for luxury and peace of mind because of the lush gardens and lakefront setting.

2. Retreat Villa

Villa Retreat, which is close to Coaker's Walk, with amazing views of the surrounding hills and valley. This boutique hotel offers individualised service, a quaint garden, and comfortable rooms. Its appeal is increased by its proximity to important sites like Bryant Park and Kodai Lake.

3. The Kodai Lake at Sterling

A panoramic view of the hills and the lake is available from Sterling Kodai Lake. In addition to a spa and a range of recreational options, the resort offers luxurious rooms. Travellers love it because of its modern conveniences and peaceful location.

4. Kodai Tamara

In addition to offering tastefully decorated apartments with breathtaking hill views, the Tamara Kodai blends luxury and history. With fine cuisine, an outdoor pool, and a spa, the hotel has it all. Enjoy a great stay with its tranquil atmosphere and excellent service.

Kodaikanal's hill view hotels offer the ideal fusion of comfort, elegance, and the surrounding natural beauty. Staying in one of these hotels will improve your experience, whether you are planning a single retreat, a family holiday, or a romantic getaway. Thus, prepare to see Kodaikanal, the charming hill station, from the greatest vantage point—your hotel room with a view of the hills! Pack your luggage and get going!

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Relentless Collision

Relentless Collision, an auto body shop in Raleigh, NC, offers premium collision repair services with a focus on high-end and electric vehicles. Conveniently located at 2620 Westinghouse Blvd, near Capital Blvd and the I-440 beltline, the shop serves customers within a 100-mile radius, including Apex, Cary, Durham, Raleigh, and Wake Forest.

With over 30 years of experience in collision repair, Relentless Collision boasts expertly trained technicians and market-leading modern technology. The shop holds ICAR Gold certification and numerous OEM certifications, including Audi, BMW, Tesla, Mercedes Benz, Alfa Romeo, Maserati, Jaguar, Land Rover, Infiniti, and Rivian. As a Tesla Approved Collision Center, they demonstrate their commitment to electric vehicle expertise.

Relentless Collision provides a comprehensive range of services, including collision repair, auto body shop services, auto glass repair, and complete collision ADAS calibration. They stand behind their work with a lifetime warranty on every repair, ensuring customer satisfaction and peace of mind.

The shop's specialized expertise sets them apart in the industry. They have extensive training and tooling for aluminum auto repair, a crucial skill for working on modern luxury vehicles. As a Mercedes Benz Certified Collision Center with Elite Certified designation, they are equipped to handle even the most complex repairs on these premium vehicles. Additionally, they are a Jaguar and Land Rover Certified Collision Center and the first BMW Certified Collision Center in Wake County, North Carolina.

Relentless Collision's commitment to electric vehicle repair is further demonstrated by their status as the first and only Rivian Certified Collision Network serving the Raleigh area and beyond. This certification ensures they have the necessary training, tools, technicians, and skills to properly repair Rivian vehicles, maintaining their safety, appearance, function, integrity, and value.

With their extensive certifications, specialized expertise, and commitment to quality, Relentless Collision stands out as a premier choice for high-end and electric vehicle repairs in the Raleigh area.

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