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smileysuh · 2 years

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puppy love

🌙 staring. mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis. Mingyu is stuck in the puppy love phase, he can’t get enough of you, and can’t seem to grow out of it either- luckily, as your Black Lab Hybrid, he never needs to.

cw/ tw. hybrid classism mentioned, body worship, praise, “pretty girl”, oral, fingering, insatiable Gyu, switch!Gyu, gentle choking, hybrid ear sensitivity, two givers fighting over who gets to give, clothed sex, unprotected sex, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 6.3k

🍭 aus. hybrid au, established relationship, black lab!Mingyu

☀️ mlist + an. soft boy 💕

It’s springtime, and the street is abustle with people and floral scents that capture the black lab hybrid’s attention while he waits patiently at the cafe with his best friend.

Seokmin is just as distracted by those passing by as Mingyu is, but every now and again his eyes drop to the tulips wrapped in simple newspaper that are set on the table in front of them.

“Is there a special occasion?” he asks, curiosity finally getting the better of him. “For the flowers?”

“No,” Mingyu responds, drinking the last of his coffee and eying the small present he’d picked out for you. “She just likes flowers.”

Just then, you turn the corner, coming into view, as your diligent puppy of a hybrid had known you would, and it’s as if time slows.

You’ve always been beautiful, but there’s something about the way you hold yourself in the spring- “She was why poetry was invented,” Mingyu whispers, “to describe girls like her.”

Seokmin is equally as transfixed by you- and he simply nods in agreement, eyes lingering on your form before shifting to the man next to you - your cousin, Jeonghan.

The black lab and golden retriever hybrids stand at attention for you and the man carrying your bags of shopping items-

“You would have hated it,” your cousin says to his hybrid while passing your bags over to Mingyu, “the perfume department even made me sick today.”

Your sharp smelling hybrids prefer to wait outside on days when you go shopping with your cousin, and neither Seokmin nor Mingyu mind waiting at the cafe, in fact, they have the option not to even come on these fashion outings- but they always do, because your hybrids stick to you like glue.

“I got these for you,” Mingyu says, pulling the tulips out from behind his back to present them to you.

Your cousin rolls his eyes, making a gagging noise while you wrap your arms around Mingyu’s neck and press your lips to his-

It’s been two years since your rich, hybrid activist family took in the black lab that’s taken over your life, and in those two years, Jeonghan has uttered the phrase a billion times-

“Puppy love.”

He hates it, but god damn is it cute.

Mingyu had hardly been able to keep his hands to himself during the elevator ride up to your apartment- and when the doors had opened, you’d darted out, leaving your puppy hybrid in your dust with your shopping bags in his hands-

Of course, he’d caught you just as you’d gotten to your front door, as you’d know he would.

He’s kissing you before you’re even fully inside your home, somehow managing to toss the bags down, close the door behind him, and wrap you up in his arms all in a matter of seconds.

“Mingyu-” you laugh, pulling your lips away from his so you can look at the ceiling- “my flowers-” you giggle even more when your lover responds by hiking you up higher on his hips, forcing your legs around him now while taking long steps towards the kitchen-

“We’ll get you-” he groans while pressing open mouthed kisses up your neck, “a vase-”

Your diligent lab gets you close enough to the cupboard that you can open it and remove a glass jar for the tulips, all while continuing to tease your throat with his tongue and his teeth-

“Now water,” you command him- but instead, Mingyu takes you to the island countertop in the center of your kitchen, and a moment later, your black lab hybrid is setting you down on the cool marble.

“I’ll do the rest,” he tells you, putting one hand on your throat to stop you from getting up. “I got them for you, so I'll do the rest.”

His touch is gentle as it moves down your chest, between your breasts- and then Mingyu pulls away from you, collecting the jar and the tulips.

You take a deep breath, trying to relax against the cool countertop while you watch your boyfriend’s broad shoulders- he looks so good in white dress shirts. And his fluffy ears are almost lost in the dark, pretty curls on his head-

Then there’s the way his shoulders slim down to his waist- and the dress pants that accentuate his bum- and then there’s his tail-

God, Mingyu is so fucking hot- you can’t believe the bullshit about hybrid rights-

He hardly even “looks” like a hybrid half the time- and you’ve seen him fool a few people on the street before, girls who come up to talk to him before noticing the fluffy ear tufts sticking out of his hair-

You hate the way people treat him like lesser, and you feel a pang of guilt in your stomach that prompts you to sit up. “What if I wanna put the flowers in the vase?”

Mingyu looks over his shoulder at you while the jar fills with water, a grin on his face. “Stop it,” he tuts, “let me do this for you.”

“Can I do something for you after though?” you question, leaning back on your palms, which are flat to the counter, your feet kicking absentmindedly at the air while you impatiently wait for Mingyu to come back to you.

“Something like what?” Mingyu asks, tone low and playful- but he doesn’t look back at you this time, his eyes stay focused on adjusting the Tulips into the jar he’s working on-

“Something like…” you slowly shift off of the countertop, all but leaping at Mingyu’s back to wrap your arms around his torso, pressing your cheek into his back, “Something like making you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” Mingyu tells you, turning in your arms.

“But I want to make you feel extra good,” you pout, adjusting your form so you can brush your fingers through his pretty curls, nails scratching at the base of a fuzzy ear-

Mingyu groans at the feeling, eyes closing in enjoyment while his hands find your hips to tug you closer to his front-

“You know what you could do for me?” he says, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips that has your heart racing.

“What?” you continue to massage his right ear, peppering Mingyu’s under jaw in kisses-

“You could show me the things you bought with your cousin,” your hybrid lover says softly. “I hate that stores are too overwhelming for me to go in with you most days- and I want to see you all dolled up.”

Jeonghan has a reputation for treating family members to expensive shopping sprees, and Mingyu knows that any day with your cousin results in extra nice additions to your closet.

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” you tease, looking up at Mingyu with an endeared expression.

“It’s not everything,” Mingyu tells you, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb by your cheekbone, cupping at your face lovingly, “but it’s a start.”

“Okay then,” you give in, letting go of your boyfriend in favour of grabbing your bags from where he’d discarded them by the door, “one fashion show coming up.”

Your boyfriend picks up the vase, and you hear his soft footfalls as he follows you through the apartment to your bedroom.

“Can I put these on your desk?” he asks, narrowing in on one of the nicest locations to display the pretty flowers.

“Of course, baby,” you respond with a wave of your hand, heading into your walk in closet with your goodie bags. “You can put them anywhere you want- and I’ll just take a minute to get changed.”

“I’ll be here waiting,” Mingyu says happily, setting the flowers down before sitting on the foot of your bed.

He’s such a good, patient puppy.

You have three outfits to show Mingyu, and you decide to show the prettiest new item last, knowing that the slow build up of cuteness in each fit will drive your boyfriend wild.

When you step out of your closet, your boyfriend eagerly eats you up with his eyes, focusing on the denim that’s pulled tight across your bum-

“You look amazing,” Mingyu tells you, holding his hand out for you while continuing to look your body up and down. “Do a spin for me?” he asks once you’ve joined him by the bed, and you concede immediately.

“Do you like the jeans?” you ask, doing a little twirl for your lover.

Mingyu’s hands settle on your hips, stopping you mid-spin with your back to him, and he lets out a deep groan. “I love these jeans.”

He releases you with a light smack to your bum that has you giggling and dancing away, “Second outfit?”

“Second outfit,” he confirms. “Please tell me you don’t have like- ten.”

“Just two more, I promise… be patient” you grin, shutting yourself into the closet while you get changed again.

When you exit the closet this time, you’re in a look that’s more business and less casual; Mingyu sits up straighter, swallowing thickly.

“Wow,” he breathes, taking in the dress pants and vest shirt Jeonghan had picked out for you. “You look…”

“Gorgeous?” you suggest, allowing Mingyu to pull you between his knees again. “Perfect? Ethereal?” you continue to tease while he spins you around, but unlike last time, when he stops you with two hands on your hips, you’re facing him.

The big hybrid stands, and in that one shift he goes from looking up at you, to towering over your form.

“I was going to say,” Mingyu breathes, brushing his fingers over your collarbone to fix the simple gold heart necklace there, “you look good enough to eat.”

“Don’t I always?” you laugh, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before darting out of his grasp, “but you’ll have to wait, I have one more thing to show you.”

Your boyfriend groans in annoyance, sitting on the foot of the bed again, but he doesn’t say a word of protest-

This man would go to the end of the earth for you if you asked him to… luckily, the most you ask is for him to wait a few minutes before blowing your back out.

“You know,” you say, tugging on your third outfit, “you’re the one who wanted me to do a fashion show.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t consider the fact that I'd want to tear all the new things off of you.”

“You never consider that part,” you smile to yourself, zipping up the back of your dress. “Are you ready for the final outfit?”

“Are you ready for me to tear it off of you?” comes his quick retort, which earns your hybrid a giggle from the girl he adores most in the world.

“Only if you promise to be gentle-” you tell him, stepping out of the walk in to present yourself to your boyfriend, “it cost more than I care to admit.”

“Holy shit-” Mingyu whispers, jaw dropping as his eyes take in the pretty dress- “I mean,” he swallows thickly, “you look…” he trails off, standing and holding his hands out for you, and he shakes his head, a loss for words. “You look…” he tries again once he has you in his arms, and he touches your hands delicately-

“I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls,” you say, referring to the girls your cousin has dated. He’s always had an eye for cutesy thing, and the poofy, tulle, baby doll dress you’re in is definitely something up Jeonghan’s alley-

But by the way Mingyu is reacting to you, literally speechless, you can see now that this style is up your boyfriend’s alley too.

“Are you going to answer me?” you tease, skin heating with embarrassment at having Mingyu’s full attention-

You’re used to having his full attention, but usually Mingyu’s big on talking, he’s big on praises and whispering sweet nothings that calm your anxious mind-

But right now, he’s quiet, and it’s not something you have any experience with.

“Baby?” you ask, trying to catch his eye while he gently prompts you to spin for him.

“Hmm?” he meets your gaze for a moment before it’s drifting back down to the dress.

“I said,” you let go of Mingyu’s hand in favour of pressing your palms flat to his shoulders, leaning up to get closer to the tall hybrid, “I look like one of Jeonghan’s dolls.”

“Prettier,” your boyfriend tells you, reaching down- in one quick motion he tosses you onto the bed, assessing your sprawled out form with hungry eyes, “so much prettier.”

“Yeah?” you tease, grabbing at the silky fabric and lifting it to expose more of your bare thighs.

“Uh huh.” Mingyu drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, and the one of his large hands clasps around your ankle. “The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, dragging you towards him while you squeal with delight, “so so pretty-”

“Gyu-” his name leaves your lips as he begins kissing up your calf, pulling you closer and closer-

“And look at your pretty panties-” your boyfriend groans when they’re exposed by your dress bunching at your hips. he turns and presses his face into your inner thigh, taking a deep breath- “you wore my favourites.”

He’s always had a thing for white thongs- the kind of panties you’d wear to be married in- and you don’t mind catering to his kinks-

He’d told you once that it was one thing to be able to smell how wet you are, but another to be able to see it seeping through fabric, making your panties translucent with your need for him-

“I told you, I wanted to make you feel good today,” you explain, words breathy as you try to calm your racing heart- having Mingyu this close to your pussy always has your body reacting, and a muscle in your thigh jumps, eager to close around his head-

“But I want to make you feel good,” Mingyu protests, large hands snaking up to grab your waist, dragging you the final few inches to his mouth- you an feel his hot breath through your thong and it sends a tingle through you - “You’ll let me make you feel good, right?”

“Only-” you stifle a groan when your lover presses his tongue against your panties, keeping the fabric in the way so you can feel him, but you can’t feel all of him- “only if you let me return the favour.”

“After,” Mingyu promises before tugging your thong to the side with two fingers, his lips wrapping around your clit-

“Gyu!” you gasp at the contact, reaching down to gain hold of his hair- and you brush by a fuzzy ear in the process, earning a growl that goes straight through your core- “please-”

Mingyu eats you out like no one ever has before. He licks at you like you’re the last lollipop in a world that worships candy, and he’s a hundred percent intent of getting every last bit of your sugar coating his tongue-

And the hands that anchor your hips to the bed make it impossible to wiggle away, they keep you exactly where Mingyu wants you, and he diligently works you closer and closer to an orgasm.

His long tongue prods at your entrance before pushing in, and you let out a gasp of pleasure, running your thumb over Mingyu’s ear while getting a better grip on his head-

Your motion only eggs Mingyu on, and he growls again, grinding his nose into your clit while he tongue fucks you, lapping at your walls-

“Oh my god-” you whimper, closing your eyes as your muscles tense, coiling at the oncoming high that is going to crash into you at any moment-

The man between your legs shifts suddenly, returning to your clit with a ferocity that matches the two fingers that easily slip into your wet heat-

God, the sounds of slurping fill the room-

“Mingyu!” you scream his name as your orgasm takes over, legs quivering around his head, toes curling, back arching, nails scraping against his ear-

“Fuck-” he groans, sending vibrations through your oversensitive body, earning even more whimpers of ecstasy- your sounds are like music to Mingyu, and he continues to eat you out, giving you everything he has- until you’re shaking.

Mingyu likes it when he makes you quiver from how good things feel-

He likes it when pretty little tears of pleasure roll down your cheek, leaving salty tracks he can trace with his tongue later-

When your boyfriend looks up at you, finally pulling away from your heat with a wet pop, he’s met with one of his favourite views in the whole entire world.

Your chest is heaving, eyes closed, and Mingyu knows there’s not one single thought going through that pretty little head of yours.

No, you’re big head empty- overwhelmed by the sensations running through your body- the endorphins-

And Mingyu would be lying if he said he wasn’t just as affected by your orgasm- sure, maybe not in the same way; his cock is pressing painfully hard against the front of his pants, yet to find release- but there’s something about the way your smell perfumes the room after he’s made you cum-

Your hybrid’s nose twitches, and he takes a deep breath, standing before casting his eyes to the flowers by the window momentarily.

He can smell the tulips too, and the notes of floral match the perfume you’d applied to your skin earlier, before meeting Jeonghan.

Maybe that’s why he likes springtime so much, Mingyu realizes, as he allows himself to be surrounded by scents that remind him of you.

Or maybe, it’s the cute outfits, he thinks, casting his eyes down to your body, which is still covered in the pretty little dress you’d bought-

He’d noticed the glossiness of the fabric before, but now that he’s towering over you, he can see how thin the material truly is-

Your nipples press up against the tight band that covers your chest, and Mingyu licks his lips with interest.

The bed dips when Mingyu sets one knee onto it, and your eyes finally flutter apart, looking up at him with a haziness while your mouth opens to speak-

“Mingyu?” you ask, allowing the hybrid to gently cover your body with his own, your hands grabbing at his shoulders to pull him closer-

“Yeah?” his lips find your neck, and he suckles on your sweet spot, earning a gasp of pleasure and a tug at one of his ears. “Hey,” he groans, hips grinding down against your own.

“I said I wanna make you feel good,” you remind him, continuing to play with his ear, scratching at the base-

“Not-” he moans, body quivering before he pulls away from your neck and out of your reach, “not like that.”

You look up at your boyfriend, blinking, “but-”

“We haven’t even got your dress off yet,” Mingyu reminds you, playfully swatting at the hands that attempt to grab at his ears again, “if you keep touching me like that- it’s going to be embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?” you pause, cocking your head at the man who’s skin is beginning to flush a pretty pink colour-

“I don’t want to cum yet,” Mingyu says with a sigh, shifting onto his knees, “not when there’s still so much I want to do to you first-”

“Like what?” you ask, sitting up in an attempt to get closer to him-

“I really wanna take this dress off of you for starters- but at the same time-” Mingyu rolls the two of you suddenly - now he’s the one below you - and his hands find the puffy tulle of your dress, “I want to enjoy the look of you a little longer.”

“The look of me?” you grin, adjusting the way you’re straddling your lovers waist.

“Yeah,” Mingyu breathes, pulling at some of the fabric that had been pinned between your bodies. He smoothes the dress before removing his hands and simply assessing you with eyes full of adoration. “You look so pretty.”

“You keep saying that,” you tell him, running your hand up his chest before wrapping it around his neck, applying the slightest of pressures while leaning over your boyfriend, bringing your lips next to his ear, “but your dick’s still not in me.”

“You’re so-” Mingyu groans, grabbing at your waist with fingers that dig through the dress, his hips pushing up to meet your own-

“I’m so…” you trail off, waiting for him to continue.

“Insatiable,” Mingyu growls, prompting you to sit up again, your hands flat on his chest to keep your boyfriend down while you look into his lust filled eyes.

“Me?” you laugh. “You could hardly keep your hands to yourself in the elevator.”

“I have an excuse,” Mingyu tells you, brushing your hands from his form so he can sit up, cupping your face while he assesses your expression, burning it into his memory.

“An excuse?” you prompt, finding the buttons at the front of Mingyu’s shirt while you quirk an eye brow in curiosity.

“Yeah,” your hybrid swallows thickly, his own fingers pushing the puffy sleeves of your dress off your shoulders- he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your racing pulse point, and he murmurs the next words against your skin, “Puppy love.”

“A fabulous excuse,” you laugh, but the sound quickly turns into a whine when Mingyu tugs the front of your dress down just enough to get your breasts out, his lips attaching to one nipple while he captures the other between his thumb and pointer- “Gyu!”

You do what you almost always do when Mingyu hits you with sudden pleasurable stimulation- you lace your fingers through his curls, paying special attention to his ears-

The groan that leaves your boyfriend as he tears his head away from your chest has your pussy fluttering with excitement, and Mingyu narrows his eyes at you.

“Sorry, I just-”

“You like teasing me,” he states.

“You’re the one teasing me!” you insist, laughing and pushing at his shoulders.

“Am not,” Mingyu says with the same stubborn tone, capturing your wrists in one hand- which only succeeds in accentuating your breasts, which are now pushed together between your arms-

Your hybrid puppy is easily distracted, and he releases your wrists just as quickly as he’d ensnared them, mouth immediately latching onto your sensitive nipple-

“See?” you groan, doing your best to grab onto his shoulders instead of his ears- “you’re teasing me.”

“No, I’m enjoying you,” Mingyu insists, mouth hot on your skin.

With a sigh, you snake one of your hands between your bodies, grabbing at the cock pressing up against his pants-

“Hey!” Mingyu groans, gently biting at your nipple in warning.

“What? I’m enjoying you,” you tease, repeating his earlier words. “Are you sure you won’t let me make you feel good? I really want to.”

It’s the final straw, and Mingyu breaks, taking a shuddery breath to ground himself before going into motion. The large lab hybrid flips the two of you easily, and he manhandles you into a head down, ass up position in record speed.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, lifting the dress to expose your ass and the pretty thong he hadn’t bothered to get rid of when he’d eaten you out. He tears your panties down your legs next, letting them get caught at your knees before his hands smooth over the expanse of your bum.

“I want you,” comes your needy response, and you wiggle your ass at him in an effort to entice your boyfriend-

You succeed.

Even without hybrid senses, you’re able to hear Mingyu’s fly being unzipped, and you let out a pleasured hum of anticipation, relaxing your cheek against the duvet. “I want you so bad” you whisper, “so bad-”

“Now who has to be patient?” your boyfriend teases, echoing what you’d said to him earlier.

“Well, you told me you were going to rip this dress off, and I’m still wearing it,” you respond.

“Because you look so pretty in it-” Mingyu says, and you can hear the smile on his voice. “My pretty little princess-”

You should have known the puff dress would have this effect on him- your boyfriend’s always had an affinity for when you get dressed up in girly outfits- but he’s never left your cute clothes on while fucking you-

And he usually takes things much faster than this- often you’re the one reminding your insatiable boyfriend to slow down, so to have him showing control today- it feels a little… off.

Something feels different, and you can’t put your finger on it.

“Baby?” you ask, just as he presses the head of his cock against your wet entrance-

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” he responds lowly, rubbing himself between your pussy lips before pressing in-

You both take shuddery breaths at the feeling, and two large hands find your waist, pulling you back to the hips that push toward you-

“Are you okay?” he asks once he’s fully sheathed in your core, his body stilling while your core adjusts to the large, familiar intrusion.

“Yeah, I just-” you’re cut off by a moan that tumbles out of you when Mingyu shifts his hips, shallowly thrusting into you- “mmm, feels so good-”

Mingyu loves that you worry about him, loves that you’ve picked up on the non verbal cues- you’re always able to read him, whether it’s sensing that his pre-rut is about to start a day early, or pointing out a change in one of his plans-

He had been planning on stripping you naked, as he’d said he would, but when you’d come out in your pretty, light pink puff dress- he’d been so struck by your beauty and when the thought, ‘is this what you’d look like on your wedding day?’ ran through Mingyu’s brain, he’d become transfixed.

He’d wanted to enjoy the sight of you, to take his time- and he hadn’t been able to find the will in himself to take the dress off of your body- no matter how much he loves your naked form-

Looking down at you now, your pretty puff dress pushed up to your waist, his cock buried deep in your cunt- all Mingyu can think, as his hips snap harder and faster- is ‘wife, wife, wife-’

A word that’s always brought conflicted emotions for the hybrid, who knows how taboo official marriage between people like him and people like you can be-

You don’t care. He knows you don’t. In fact, last year, when legislation had gone into place that finally allowed hybrid/human weddings, your family had thrown a big party, and you were more overtly happy about it than half the hybrids at the event-

Because they’d known what you hadn’t clued into-

They’d known what Mingyu knows now, as he fucks you into your mattress, fuelled by a love as big and boundless as any human’s- that regardless of a piece of paper that ‘allows’ Mingyu to get you a ring - if he wanted to - there’s still a long way to go in terms of hybrid rights and actual acceptance.

Mingyu tries not to think about this sort of thing too often, but how can he not think about making you his wife while you’re dressed like this- moaning for his cock- begging for him to go faster-

He wants to go faster- god he wants to-

He wants to hit every milestone- he wants to get you a ring, wants to get down on one knee, wants to lift you off the ground and kiss you till you’re breathless when you say yes- he wants to move out of this apartment with the money he makes working at your family’s hybrid rights focused law firm and get you a house, with a yard, where he can fuck you under the stars and plant pretty flowers to make you smile-

He wants it all, and he wants it with you.

The position he’s in, however, is a bit of a mind fuck for the hybrid. Because on one hand, with your face buried in the pillows, you can’t play with his sensitive ears, and Mingyu can almost forget about the tail that brushes by his foot every now and again, he can almost feel like a ‘normal’ guy- but on the other hand, he literally has you in doggy-

“Gyu-” you whine loudly, hands bunching up in the sheets- “I wanna see you-”

No amount of internalized hybrid shame will ever get in the way of Mingyu adhering to your needs - not when they’re so clearly verbalized - and your lover concedes, pulling out of your core and flipping you onto your back, tearing your panties off before burying himself in your wet heat once more.

You wrap your arms around Mingyu’s shoulders, pressing your lips to his in fevered, needy kisses, and your boyfriend eats up your moans.

When you tilt your head to the side, gasping for air, Mingyu moves his mouth to your neck, teeth scraping your skin-

Mingyu also doesn’t usually mark you either.

Or at least, he hasn’t since the first three months when you started taking your friendship with the black Labrador hybrid to the next step-

You stifle a groan when Mingyu adjusts your leg on his hip, spreading you out in a way that has him pushing into you even deeper-

“Gyu-” you whimper his name, “I love you-”

Your boyfriend growls against your neck, and you feel the vibration bubble from his chest, which is pressed to your own, separated by two layers of fabric you’re kicking yourself for not discarding now-

“I love you more,” Mingyu insists, cupping your face in one large hand while slanting his mouth against yours with a newfound fervor.

“Nuh uh,” you fight back, wrapping Mingyu tighter in your own embrace, “me more.”

“No,” the curly haired angel above you laughs, thrusting into you even harder to accentuate his next words, which come out as more of a growl, “me more.”

“I’m gonna-”

“Me too-”

You let out a whine as your orgasm builds, and you can’t help yourself anymore, hands flying for Mingyu’s hair, weaving in his curls and latching onto one of his ears-

Your boyfriend groans loudly, a shiver running up his body as his thrusts get as wild as ever, your bed hitting the wall noisily with each powerful motion of his hips-

He kisses you when he cums, the sweetest of sounds escaping him while your own core clamps onto his cock, milking him of everything he’s got.

You continue to toy with his left ear until Mingyu’s all but panting from the stimulation, hips coming to a stop. He pulls his mouth away from yours, looking down at you with pretty parted lips and eyes that still kind of say ‘fuck me.’

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, cupping at your boyfriend’s face with concern. “You don’t usually mark my neck- did I do something wrong today?”

“No, of course not,” Mingyu nearly laughs at the notion, taking a deep breath and adjusting the way he’s laying on top of you- your legs refuse to let go of his hips, and he knows better than to fight you on this- post sex cuddles are a ritual, and he’s not about to run away now because he’s feeling a little insecure. “You didn’t do anything wrong-” he tells you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Mingyu loves the way you give him talking space, staying quiet to give him full reign to collect his messy thoughts.

“Seeing you in this dress just- I don’t know,” he leans, planting more open mouthed kisses on your throat that have you giggling and pushing at his chest, “it just made me think of things.”

“Things?” you prompt, playful fingers finding the buttons at the front of his shirt that you’d never actually managed to finish undoing. “Things like…”

“I don’t know,” Mingyu sighs, adjusting the pretty necklace that had fallen into the hollow of your collarbone.

“Sure you don’t,” you tease, cupping at his face again.

He won’t meet your eyes.

“Does this have anything to do with, oh, I don’t know,” you sigh, “legislation that’s gone into place in the past year or so?”

Now Mingyu looks at you, and the expression on his face tells you that you’ve made a bull’s eye.

Your heart lurches, and his name falls from your lips; “Gyu-”

“I know you’re a big fan of the new laws but-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head and looking down again, focusing on your necklace.

“But…”

“But one law doesn’t change anything,” Mingyu says finally. “Yeah, it’s legal now- legal for me to see you in a dress like this- to have you walk down the aisle- to do our vows- but people still look down on it- people still judge-”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he frowns at you.

“Yeah, so what if they judge?” you question. “A lot of them are hypocritical assholes anyways- you know as well as I do that hybrid human relationships are at an all time high- and I’m not just talking about the old way of things- I’m talking about real relationships- like ours- you can’t tell me you don’t love me-”

“It’s puppy love-” Mingyu brushes it off, as Jeonghan always does-

You laugh in shock before turning more serious, “You know it’s not though, right?”

He refuses to respond.

“Mingyu,” you say his name gently, rubbing the pad of your thumb across his cheek, “you know Jeonghan is just joking when he says puppy love- it’s a joke- because the way we feel about each other never changes- it’s stuck in the honeymoon phase.”

“The honeymoon phase,” the hybrid pressing your body into the mattress repeats.

“Yeah,” you nod. “Mingyu, I love you. My feelings aren’t ever going to change-”

“Mine aren’t either.”

“Then it’s not just puppy love, and I wish you’d be less hard on yourself.” You brush your fingers through his hair, allowing your boyfriend to rest against your neck before gently tracing the shell of his fluffy ear- which earns you a groan of pleasure and a gentle bite at your throat.

“Besides,” you continue, “in some countries, they have common law too,” you remind him. “So when places like the States and Canada passed their hybrid marriage legislation, according to common law, many of the couples, who’d already been living together as such for many years, became immediately recognized as practically married-”

“But we’re not there, we’re here.”

“All I’m saying, is that- regardless of any stupid ways the government may try to control it- there is no law that dictates love. Last year, before the new article was passed, if you’d have asked me to marry you, I still would have said yes.”

“Really?”

“Uh huh,” you insist. “They could try to throw me in jail if they wanted- but hey! The law does exist now, and trust me Gyu- it’s not going anywhere.”

“You really think so?” he asks, as the fear that the government would harshly take back the legislation with no warning and punish those who’d used it has definitely crossed his mind on numerous occasions.

“Trust me,” you repeat, looking into his eyes. “The world is changing for the better, and if you don’t want to get married ever, because of any reason, that’s okay too-”

“I do,” Mingyu blurts out, fixated on the way your expression immediately lights up.

“You do?”

“Of course-” now it’s his turn to laugh at you, “you have to know how much I’d love to marry you-”

“Then do it!” you taunt him, smiling as big as he’s ever seen you smile. “And no changing your mind like you did when you told me you were going to take off my dress, because this thing is getting very uncomfortable-”

Mingyu immediately lifts himself off of you, reaching a hand under your back to undo the zipper-

“What are you doing?” you laugh at the new spark that’s flared in your boyfriend’s eye.

“Following through,” Mingyu tells you as he removes the dress from your body, leaving you fully naked.

“Again?” you ask in shock, pussy still recovering from the pounding you’d just taken- in fact, you can feel his cum starting to drip out of you-

“Yeah,” Mingyu tears off his own shirt next, and your fingers twitch with the need to touch him, pulling him into a kiss that’s broken by the hybrid’s inability to keep from smiling. He looks down at you with brown irises that make you melt, “it’s not every day your girlfriend agrees to marry you.”

“I’ve been throwing myself at you all year waiting for this-” you protest with a laugh. “Who would have known all it would take is a near-white dress-”

Perhaps the man who’d picked it out for you… the cousin who’d watched you and your boyfriend with the fond term ‘puppy love’ on his lips… the cousin who’s closest confidant is Mingyu’s best friend.

“Jeonghan,” both you and Mingyu groan in unison, and your boyfriend looks to the dress that he’d removed from your body, sitting all pretty in a puff on the floor.

“Your cousin scares me,” Mingyu tells you, and the sentiment makes you laugh, pulling the hybrid into your embrace.

“He’s a little bit of an evil genius,” you admit, “still want to marry into the family?”

Your boyfriend smiles against your lips. “You couldn’t chase me away if you tried.”

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thatsexcpisces · 4 months

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Random things I associate with each rising sign 💌

Aries rising:

Confidence, sharp eyebrows, being outspoken, lots of tattoos, prominent forehead, going to the gym, frat parties, short temper, courage, impulsive decisions, taking control of a room, finishing in first place, blasting loud music, trusting yourself, traveling

Taurus rising:

Sophisticated taste in restaurants, natural beauty, good food lovers, jewelry, small but full lips, taking good care of plants, healthy hair, clear skin, comfy blankets, offering things to others, bakeries, peace, round faces, soft voices, singing, sleeping in all day

Gemini risings:

Working on a podcast, expressive eyes, funny facial expressions, talking a-mile-a-minute, being the most charming person in the room, thin yet long eyebrows, glasses, being able to talk to anyone, finding the positives in a negative situation, youthful appearance, gossip, Saturday brunch, fairies, pats on the back

Cancer risings:

Pastel-colored clothing, being the support system of the family, gentle hugs, sensitivity, big round faces, glossy eyes, calm voices, hot cocoa, bringing sweet energy to every gathering, empathy, loving animals, silver jewelry, mothers, bright smiles, spring, nice boobs, being kind to outcasts, the ocean, comfort

Leo risings

Self-love, theatre & acting, creativity, baby lions, siren eyes, good taste in fashion, vibrant personalities, gorgeous hair, taking you out for drinks, open to being with anyone, orange & white, cherry-flavored drinks, the beach, karaoke, fancy mirrors, feathered boas, sharp nails that are always done

Virgo risings:

Routines, to-do lists, cleaning the house every Sunday, massages, spa days, ‘clean’ makeup look, soft eyes, face masks, stomach problems, good cooking skills, maturity, color-coded clothes, sunset shades of orange, plants, lavender smells, fresh laundry, delicate jewelry, animal lovers, smooth hair

Libra risings:

Solving conflicts, flirting with everyone, the color pink, smelling good, tulips, easygoing characters, cinnamon rolls, flashy clothes, designer bags, hidden anger issues, carrying snacks everywhere, luscious hair, Regina George, chic flicks, angelic eyes, pearls, long legs, white cats

Scorpio risings:

Living a secret double life, intense stares, red-bottom heels, black eyeliner, purple flowers, heightened intuition, seeing messages in dreams, cigarettes after sex, long hugs, watching movies before going to sleep, headphones on all day, strong perfumes, powerful voices, Halloween, quick comebacks, dirty minded jokes, lace clothes

Sagittarius risings:

Being the funniest person in the room, bright smiles, loud laughs, liked by everyone, elephants, pop-out colors, wisdom, studying at night, traveling the world, defined teeth, strong bodies, dark sense of humor, stylish accessories, not caring what others think, bold lipstick, skiing, reading books to children

Capricorn risings:

Classy & elegant style, hardworking, black sweaters, the newest computer, coffee, nice teeth, tied hair, gold rings, playing golf, money in an envelope, marble tables, hard life, strict parents, gardening, setting rules in every environment, writing down goals, post-it notes, the color green and brown, beautiful houses, poodles

Aquarius risings:

Technology, good social skills, Star Wars, electric blue, individuality, protesting all day, new gadgets, defined jaws, being bored of everyone, writing a blog, music festivals, holographic-themed outfits, reading books, ranting about your favorite show, know-it-alls, hiding how you really feel, Twitter, healthy diets, car dates

Pisces risings:

Painting, sad yet sweet eyes, rewatching the same movie over and over again, sleeping for a long time, reading minds, trauma, taking a walk in the woods, doodling in your notebook, taboo topics, picnics, astral projection, baking on a rainy day, kissing your loved ones, skirts, pretty hair clips, piled up journals, wind, comfy living rooms

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hotchnisslvr · 3 months

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lavender bath salts

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau/Emily Prentiss

Rating: M

Words: 2.5k

Category: Fluff

Summary: When JJ has to work late at the office, it throws off her and Emily's plans to go out for a romantic anniversary dinner. Emily comes up with a plan to make sure that the occasion is still special, romantic, and one that neither will ever forget. Rated M to be safe.

Emily catches the door with one hand and with the other, reaches out to tuck a loose rain-dampened wave behind JJ’s ear. “Hello, beautiful,” she greets and pulls her in for a quick kiss.

JJ smiles against her mouth as she pulls away. “If that’s going to happen every time I stay late at the office, remind me to do it more often.”

One of Emily’s perfectly manicured brows arches as her lips quirk into a sly smile. “Mmhmm, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

JJ winks and Emily steps to the side, giving her room to step inside. She shudders in response to the warmth of the apartment. “God, it’s brutal out there,” she says. “Is this weather ever going to let up?”

“Here,” Emily offers, extending her hands to take JJ’s partially shut umbrella and purse. JJ relinquishes the items and Emily sets them on the table near the door, not minding the water droplets pooling onto the stained wood beneath.

She moves behind JJ and helps her out of her rain-slicked duster and hangs it on the hook behind the door. She notes the goosebumps pimpling the exposed skin of her arms and slinks in behind her, threading her arms through JJ’s from behind and gently pulling her taut against her body.

A quiet moan slips from JJ as she relaxes into Emily’s hold. JJ closes her eyes and leans into her, turning her face towards Emily’s and kissing her softly on the jaw. “I’m sorry we had to cancel our dinner reservation.”

Emily buries her face into the crook of JJ’s neck and laughs as she presses a series of quick kisses on her neck.”Don’t even think about that.” Keeping one arm wrapped around her waist, her hand slides onto her hip as she slides around to face her. Her brown eyes shine, “I think I may have something better.”

JJ’s brow pinches, though her eyes are alight with amusement and curiosity.

Emily reaches out a hand and JJ takes it without hesitation. Smiling, Emily guides her through the condo into the large master bathroom.

JJ gasps as they enter the space. “Emily!”

Candle pillars of all sizes cover the countertops and window sill; their orange glow flickering in and out causing shadows to dance and play across the walls. Steam wafts up from the large clawfoot tub where the water is rife with bubbles and sprinkled with lavender buds. The smell permeates the air, the soft floral scent filling every inch of the space. In the center of their dual sinks is a crystal vase filled with purple, pink, and yellow tulips.

JJ covers her mouth with one hand as she crosses the short space to admire them. “Emily, these aren’t even in season yet! Where did you find them?”

Emily smiles, “I know a guy.”

JJ smirks in turn, “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she stretches out her hands toward Emily, who wastes no time in crossing the room to take them into her own.

JJ’s brow turns. Her pale eyes glimmer in the candlelight as she meets Emily’s. “This is what you were doing when I called?”

Emily tilts her head back and forth, “It may or may not have been why I was trying to rush you off the phone when you called to say you were on your way up.”

A laugh escapes JJ’s petal pink lips. She takes Emily’s face in both hands and draws her in, kissing her firmly. When she pulls away, she lets her forehead rest against hers. “This is amazing, Emily, really.”

Emily smiles and presses another quick kiss to her mouth. “It’s about to get better.”

JJ’s brow arches playfully at that. “Oh?”

“Patience,” Emily chides as she slips behind her once more. Looping her arms around hers, her eyes find JJ’s in the mirror as she begins unbuttoning the beige and brown marbled buttons of her work shirt. When her fingers flick open the last one, she gently skirts her fingers up the sides of her body before hooking them under the fabric at the top and pulling the blouse free. A small shiver runs down JJ’s spine. Goosebumps rise across her stomach and breasts. Emily wraps her arms around her for a short embrace before flicking her fingers once at her back, opening the hooks of her deep purple bra. JJ smiles and says nothing, responding by dropping her arms, so the bra falls free from her body.

Emily drops the shirt in her hands at their feet and silently drops to her knees in front of JJ. She curves one hand around JJ’s calf. JJ places a hand on her shoulder to steady herself as Emily uses her other hand to pull the black platform high heeled shoe off her foot. After repeating the action with the other heel, her eyes flick up to JJ’s as her hand slides up and over her hip to gently pull down the zipper there. Once open, the skirt immediately slips free in a ripple of black fabric, pooling at her feet.

Emily presses a soft kiss to her hip as she slips her fingers beneath the lace of her matching thong and pulls it down. As JJ moves to step out of it, Emily takes her by the hand and leads her to the tub. “You, make yourself comfortable and I’ll be back to join you in a few minutes.”

“Let me just grab a—”

“Here,” Emily says, passing her a claw clip from one of the bathroom drawers.

JJ’s eyes crinkle as she smiles and graciously accepts the clip.

“Be right back,” Emily promises. Her eyes scan over JJ, “God, you’re so beautiful.” Suddenly, the sound of the oven dinging snaps Emily’s attention away. “Oh my god! I’ll be back!” she sweeps out of the room to the sound of JJ’s laughter.

JJ steps into the tub and moans languidly as she submerges herself. Immediately, she feels that tension that had been building all day begin to seep away into the water’s warmth. She closes her eyes and immediately opens them when Emily comes clattering into the bathroom.

Her brow furrows and laughter tumbles from her lips as Emily clambers into the room, one hand dragging in a TV tray while the other carefully holds two wine glasses. A bottle of wine is wedged between her arm and body and a bottle opener is stuck between her lips. “What is this?” JJ asks.

Emily exhales a deep breath as she clacks the stand on the tiled floor, which causes it to unfold. With her free hand she withdraws the wine from between her other arm and places it and the wine glasses down. “Don’t worry about that,” she says as she removes the bottle opener from her mouth. Picking up the wine bottle, she makes quick work of the cork and smiles as a satisfying pop echoes when she pulls it free. She pours a measure of the merlot and hands it to JJ. “You just enjoy that. Give me a few minutes.”

JJ arches a brow, but says nothing more as Emily exits again. The wine is dry and warms her from the inside as it slides down her throat. Before long, Emily is back with a plate piled high with cubes of cheeses, olives, fruit, nuts, and crackers. In her other hand is a small plate of chocolate chip cookies.

“Homemade cookies?” JJ asks.

Emily smirks at the callback to a case they’d worked on together. It really was the little things amidst the horrors they worked day in and day out, so yes, when they’d been given homemade cookies while working one of their more heinous cases, it really had made Emily’s entire day at the time. Since then, she’d always treasured the simplicity of a homemade chocolate chip cookie.

She places the cookies and charcuterie on the TV tray and slides it closer to the tub. “Is there room in there for one more?” Emily asks.

“Even if there wasn’t, I’d make room,” JJ quips cheekily.

Emily smirks in response and quickly undresses. Not having bothered with a bra today, she shimmies out of her lacy red underwear and steps into the tub. She sits facing JJ and their legs are brushing one another’s arms but the tub holds both of their bodies comfortably. Emily reaches for her glass of wine and raises it toward JJ. “Happy Anniversary.”

JJ leans forward and clinks her glass against hers. She slips a hand around the base of Emily’s neck and pulls her in for a quick kiss. Emily tastes the wine on her lips and deepens the kiss ever so slightly before pulling away. JJ rests her forehead against hers, still smiling. “I think I like this more than dinner.”

Emily pulls back to admire her and the way her cheekbones lift as she smiles. She sips her wine and places it back on the TV tray. “You work so hard at the Pentagon, JJ, I want our home to always be a place you can come home to and leave work at the office.”

“Neither one of us really have the jobs that afford us that luxury, I’m afraid,” JJ relents.

Emily exhales and a wishful smile plays upon her lips. “Doesn’t mean we can’t try our best when we can spare it though, right?”

“You’re right,” JJ agrees and sips her wine again, smiling, grateful for the woman across from her.

And so the night goes on; snacking and feeding one another grapes and cubes of pepperjack and cheddar cheese, doing their best not to get cookie crumbs in the tub but not minding when they do because the wine is dwindling and their laughs are louder and their fingers are buzzing and wandering and all they can feel in that moment is just how much and how deeply they feel for one another.

At one point, Emily slips behind JJ and holds her between her legs. Her breasts push against her back and the tips of her hair are damp from dipping into the water because she didn’t bother putting it up. Emily whispers sweet nothings into JJ’s ear in all the languages she knows. She’d learn every language if she could because even being fluent in four languages didn’t wholly encapsulate the ways in which Emily wanted to profess her love for the woman in her arms.

They sit there like that until the water runs cold and their fingers are pruning. Emily helps JJ out of the tub and they stumble together into the shower, where Emily cranks on the hot water with a swipe of her hands.

Their mouths find one another as the water rains down on both of them. They lavish one another, their lips roaming over each other, kissing and nipping one another being mindful to avoid marking any areas where their colleagues can see.

After a while, they slick their hands with cherry vanilla scented shower gel and slowly wash the day anyway, hands smoothing and circling over every part of them. Emily pulls JJ into her lap on the marble tiled bench inside the shower. She smoothes her wet hair away from her face and gingerly massages her favorite floral shampoo into her hair, her nails gently scratching her scalp as she does so.

JJ moans and leans back into her body, the curves of Emily’s molding with hers. “You should consider changing careers and doing this full time,” she muses, her voice taking on a more sleepy quality.

Emily laughs and kisses her temple, suds from the shampoo in her hair popping against her lips as she did so. “Jage, I would quit my job in a heartbeat if it meant I could spend every minute of my time doing something like this for you.” She drops her hands onto her shoulders and gently nudges her to stand. JJ whimpers in response and Emily laughs as she relents and rises from her place in her lap.

“Close your eyes,” Emily instructs softly as she turns the showerhead to fall directly over JJ. “Tilt your head back.” JJ does as she’s asked and Emily’s fingers knead into her scalp once more, massaging and rinsing the soap free from her hair. Emily repeats the process with the conditioner and then quickly washes her own hair.

JJ swipes the faucet off as she finishes and shudders. “Towels!” she pleads with a laugh as she gently pushes Emily through the glass shower door.

Emily quickly acquiesces the request, dripping water on the floor as she swipes four towels from beneath the sink. JJ makes quick work of bundling her hair into one so she can dry off and wrap the fluffy gray towel around her body. Emily’s lips quirk into a half smile as she dries her own body. She towel dries her hair and leaves it to air dry.

“Bed?” she asks.

“Bed,” JJ agrees and reaches a hand toward Emily, who takes it and presses a gentle kiss upon her fingers.

They change into their pajamas, Emily in a blood red satin pant and camisole combination and JJ in a pair of plaid sleep shorts and one of Emily’s old academy tee shirts. JJ crawls under the sheets and smiles as she snuggles down into the blankets, rubbing her legs together like a cricket and humming contentedly.

Emily crawls into bed beside her and stares into her eyes, half hooded with drowsiness, as she lies her head down on the pillow.

“Happy anniversary,” JJ whispers. “I love you, Emily. Thank you for always making me feel so special.”

Emily reaches forward and strokes her face with the back of her hand. “So long as I breathe, that’s all I’ll spend my life trying to do.” She leans in and kisses her once on the forehead as her eyes fall shut. “I love you, JJ. Happy anniversary.”

Emily turns away, only for a moment to turn off the bedside lamp, before turning back toward JJ who is already rotating onto her side so that Emily can pull her into the warmth of her body, cuddling together as their bodies curve into a crescent moon shape.

“Goodnight, Jage,” Emily whispers as she brushes one more cheek against her hairline.

“Goodnight, Emily.”

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sheabuttahwrites · 1 year

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in the Morning

story masterlist Shea Buttah Bakery Masterlist

sounds// Peabo Bryson - Feel The Fire, Isley Brothers - Spend the Night (Ce Soir), The O'Jays - Forever Mine

IV.

“Oh, shit. What’s up?” He smiled back and it was even more killer in person. Especially with the surprise of gleaming gold fangs and the matching slugs I could see peeking from behind his bottom lip. I had to remind myself to breathe. “You came.”

“I told you I was on the way.”

“Nah, I thought you was fucking with me.” Laughter took over the conversation as he opened the door a bit wider, stepping aside. “Come on in.”

Hell, I could barely believe I’d shown up myself. I had never really been shy, but he’d brought a boldness out of me that even I hadn’t seen.

When I passed him, I noticed that he was still significantly taller than me in four inch heels. Damn. Not like I wasn't overdue for a climbing lesson anyway. The scent of his cologne was also quite alluring. The woody, smoky fragrance pervaded my senses, warming all the spots that shot had missed. Of course he would smell just as good as he looked. He may not have believed I would be there tonight, but he had damn sure been prepared.

“I can take your jacket.”

“Oh, sure.” I went to slip it from my shoulders, but he circled behind me and took the collar into his hands.

“Here, I got you.”

Taken aback by his unexpected chivalry, I was stuck watching him walk back to the closet to carefully put it away.

“This is dope. The gold on here go crazy.”

“Right? I thought the same thing. Had to have it.”

“Good choice.” He grinned as he strolled back over to me. “I like your whole get-up, though. You look good, girl.” The intensity he radiated in person was unreal. His blinding smile. Those piercing brown eyes. The once-over he gave me felt like he was sexing me up already.

Of course, I was a flustered mess. “Thank you.”

“What’s in the bag?”

I held up my bottle for him to see. “Wine. Actually, could I put it in your fridge?”

“Yeah.” He reached for it, so I gave it to him. Then he nodded to the left. “This way.”

We left the foyer and I followed him past a gorgeous living area, subtly admiring my surroundings. The height of the ceilings had caught my attention right away. All of it was stunning. Far from the bare walls, futon, and flat screens I had half expected. Off white walls and dark wood floors made up the most of it, but the decor was so sophisticated and refined. I’d already clocked a painting and coffee table that I wanted for myself. I could tell it had been carefully curated. I should've known he would give nothing less. We walked through an arched doorway into a kitchen that made me feel like cooking for some strange reason. Just like everything else I’d seen, it looked like something from a magazine. Shades of gray, black, white and green complemented each other well among all the satiny stainless steel. There were even fresh tulips sitting in the middle of the island. I was giving one of them a smell when he came over, leaning up against the marble counter with me.

“I put it in the freezer for you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Having to look up was already doing something different for me, but the way he was smiling down at me made it so much worse. Prolonged eye contact was his thing, I’d already gathered. It felt like he was staring into my soul. Whew! “I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Not every day something this fine just lands on your doorstep.”

My head dropped into a faint laugh. “Baby, you ain't gotta butter me up. I’m already here.”

“I ain't tryna do nothing of the sort. I meant what I said.”

“Ok. So, you just be up in here by yourself?”

“Most of the time, yeah.”

I smacked my lips, less than convinced. “Yeah, aight.”

“You a trip,” he chuckled.

“Nah, you the one.”

“How?”

“Nothing. Don’t worry ‘bout it,” I said, grinning as I waved him off.

“I got no reason to lie, mama. Like you said, you already here.” He wet his bottom lip before moving his eyes down my body once more. I shuddered. “I really don’t be having company like that, though. I know it might not seem like it, but I’m usually a pretty private person. I don’t like too many people in my business.”

“So, why you breaking all your rules for me then?”

“I don’t know…” He leaned a little closer. “Just something about you.”

I rolled my eyes through the inevitable smile that followed his and that sly admission. “You know what, I know I just gave it to you to put away, but could I pour myself a glass?”

“Oh, yeah. Fasho.” He walked back over to the freezer and pulled out my bottle. Then he went to a cabinet for a wine glass before taking an electric corkscrew from a drawer. Once the bottle was open, he stepped back, presenting it all to me with an outstretched hand.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

I poured myself a big glass, just low enough to prevent any spills while I walked.

“You only brought one glass. You don't want any?”

“Nah. I’m more of a Hennessy man, myself.”

“Aah, ok.”

“I can put it back for you, though.”

“I think I’ma just keep it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, this is good enough.”

“Aight.” He reclaimed his position at the island. “So, um, I feel like you breaking some of your rules for me, too.”

“…Maybe,” I said, after finishing a big sip.

“How you get so brave?”

I frowned. “Why you saying that like you about to chop me up and plaster me into your walls?”

“Damn, girl.” I cracked at the sudden shock that appeared on his face and we laughed so hard. “I’m just saying. You know women ain’t safe out here. Especially Black women.”

“Yeah, my girl wanted me to stay home real bad. But I don't know. Sometimes you just gotta take a chance. Plus, you didn't give me serial killer vibes. Didn’t see a windowless van on the premises either, sooo…”

His smile was beaming as we shared another laugh. “You funny.”

I shrugged a shoulder, preparing for my next sip. “So I’ve been told.”

He waited for me to finish before he motioned his head toward where we had just come from. “Come on.” Then he turned to walk off, and, once again, I followed.

“And, anyway, for all you know, I could be crazy.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Oh, I can take you.”

I gasped in false disbelief. “Excuse you. I could have weapons of mass destruction.”

“What? Like a chainsaw?”

He glanced back at me as we neared the stairs and I busted out laughing. “Now that wasn't even me. My girl put that one in my head.”

“What she think, I’m Leatherface?”

“Shit, you never know nowadays.”

“You ‘bout right. But you can let her know you in good hands.”

“I figured as much.”

He smiled, stopping at the stairs. “After you,” he said, holding his arm out for me to step ahead of him.

After giving him my bottle, I grabbed the glass railing with my freed hand. I made my way up the curved staircase, swaying my little bit of booty in case he was watching, and losing count of how many steps I was taking.

“You better catch me if I fall.”

“I got you.” I laughed to myself as we finally reached the top. I waited for him to take the lead again and he came around me, settling his hand on my waist. “This way, mama.”

A floral, citrusy scent met me as soon as I stepped into his bedroom. Probably from the candles lit in various spots all around it. They also provided the light, along with two lamps on the wall framing the head of his bed. “It smells so good in here.”

“I tried to hook it up for you a lil bit.”

“I like it.” The click of my heels on his gray hardwood floors was briefly muted as I strutted onto an oversized circular rug en route to his bed. The couch was nice and spacious, but the bed was much more inviting. The comforter looked cloudlike and the corner of the sheet that was exposed looked fresh. It was huge, too. Likely out of necessity. I sat on the edge and stared over at the window wall across from me as I took a feel. It was just as comfortable as I’d presumed, maybe even more. “Why you way over there? You got—what you called me?—‘something this fine’ all in your bed, and you just gon’ stand there?”

He smiled. “Yeah. That’s what I said.”

“Come here then.”

“You on my side, though,” he teased, swaggering toward me in his crisp white tee and gray joggers.

I kicked my shoes off before sliding myself to the opposite side. “Better?”

“Much.” He came over and sat against the fluted headboard as I sat just a couple feet away from him. At that point, I took my phone from my purse and killed the power. I was not about to let anybody spoil my night. “What kind of music you like?”

“I’m an R&B junkie.”

“Ok.” He picked up his phone, plugged up on the table beside him. “Let me guess. 90’s and early 2000’s, right?”

“Duh! I love my oldies, too, though.”

“Word?”

“Yes. I spent the first fourteen years of my life almost exclusively with my grandparents. They blessed me.”

“Ok. What you know about this then?” After a couple taps, ‘Spend The Night’ by The Isley Brothers began to play.

“Boy, what? This my shit.”

“…You grooving your ass off, this really your shit.”

I howled, because I hadn’t even realized. Maybe it was the near-emptiness of my glass that had my shoulders and waist moving without my knowledge.

“Anyway. So, what’s your favorite genre?”

“My music taste kinda eclectic. I like a lil bit of everything.”

“Like what?”

“Funk. Bounce. Jazz.”

“Okayyy.”

“R&B,” he continued, making sure to look me in the eye for that one. “House.”

“Ooh, I love House.”

“Yeah. But that’s just a few.”

I nodded. “Ok, next question.”

“What’s up?”

“Why you sit my bottle so far awaaaay?” I whined, staring longingly toward his dresser as I went to leave the bed. He laughed.

“My bad. I’ll get it for you.”

“I’m just messing with you. I got it.” I walked over to fill my glass again, bobbing my head to my jam.

“You mind if I smoke?”

“This your place, baby. You can do whatever you want.”

“Yeah, but you my guest. And, if I’m a bad host, you might not wanna come back.”

I squinted up at him, twisting my lips to try and hide my smile, but it didn't work. The charm was just too potent. “It’s cool. Spark up.”

“Aight.”

He leaned over and reached into his top drawer for this little box. I couldn't see inside it, but he pulled out a pre-rolled joint and I just assumed that there were more. This nigga was a stoner in the truest sense.

The level of my glass was starting to fall again and the wine had to be going straight to my feet. Instead of returning to my seat, I opted for a cute little two-step and a couple of slow spins, quietly singing along with Mr. Biggs and Angela Winbush between sips. The song sounded better than it ever had.

“I’m glad I chose this cut.”

I opened my eyes to see that Yahya had changed his position, lying back on his elbows at the edge of the bed and facing me. It took all I had to keep it together. My face was on fire. “Why?”

He smacked his lips at me and took a long drag from the J. I giggled as he aimed his face toward the ceiling to release the smoke, promptly sucking it back into his mouth before it could get away. “I think you know why.” He brought his eyes back down to mine, smiling while smoke rolled from his lips and nose.

I returned his smile. Of course I knew. “What that shit taste like?”

“You never smoked before?” he asked with a wrinkled brow.

“Nope. I told you I didn't smoke, remember?”

“Yeah, I know. But you never?”

I shook my head. “Not even once.”

“You wanna try it?”

I bit the inside of my lip, not really sure if I should. The scent of weed was something I usually just tolerated, but this didn’t smell too bad. Either that or my fascination with this man had me highly delusional. Probably. “Mmmm…” Fuck it. Might as well since I was taking a walk on the wild side for the night. Plus, I’d always wanted to try it at least once. Just to see what all the fuss was about. “Yeah.” I shrugged it off and left my glass on a nearby table, but then it hit me that I had been drinking. “Wait. Should I be doing this with alcohol?”

“It ain’t gon’ do nothing to you.”

“But am I really supposed to mix the two?”

He just sat up and reached for me, signaling me over with his fingers. “C’mere.”

I sighed, quelling most of my concerns and taking his hand. He didn’t let me make a single step, pulling me right into his hard chest. He hurried his arm around my waist as my screaming morphed into shared laughs. “Oh my god, don’t do that!” I looked down into his eyes, resting my arms on his shoulders to help get my bearings. The laughter soon faded. Smiles went next.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, biting his lip with those gold fangs on full display.

That same breathless feeling that had hit me at my computer, smacked the shit out of me again. Just a hundred times stronger. Seeing his brand of fine this close up was devastating. Everything that looked so damn good from afar held all of its integrity and then some. The beard, the lips, the skin, the teeth. Truly immaculate.

“Youuu… are dangerous.” I capped the sentiment with a giggle, but I was not joking.

He frowned with a telling grin in the forefront. “What? I’m harmless.” The elevation in his tone further confirmed the lies.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, flustered as fuck and almost hating how he could make me this way so effortlessly. I really had no idea I was so foldable and, though the circumstances were lovely, I didn’t know how to feel about it.

“Fuck that.”

He laughed and held the joint up to my lips. “Go slow.”

I looked at it and then back to him, still slightly unsure, but I went ahead. The regret was instant. I choked, coughing up what little smoke I had brought in. And, to make matters worse, he had the nerve to be laughing while I was fighting for my life.

“Naaah, not like that.”

I shook my hanging head. “That’s ok. I don't want to anymore,” I said, fanning myself and trying to catch my breath.

“Come on. I got you.”

I smacked my lips, looking into his half-lidded eyes with my own, and caved without an ounce of pause. Shameful. “...Ok. But, if I don't get it this time, I’m done. And don't laugh.”

“Aight, aight. I won’t laugh.”

“You better not,” I teased, rolling my eyes.

He brought that shit up to my lips again, but, this time, he rested his free hand on my hip. I didn't pay it much mind. I was more focused on preparing myself for this second pull that was probably about to kill me.

“Go slow.”

I followed his instructions and took a relaxed drag. But I forgot to stop, and this nigga just let me keep going. My eyes popped when I realized what I had done. I stood there, cheeks puffed to the brim, not knowing what the hell to do. Again, Yahya was cracking up. I, on the other hand, started to freak out, groaning frantically and tapping at his arm.

“Just open your mouth, girl.”

I opened up and the smoke billowed out and began to float away.

“Now catch it. Inhale.”

I did what I was told once again and watched as some of it disappeared back into my mouth.

“Ok, hold it… now breathe.”

I let go and, surprisingly, all of it came out without me bringing a lung up with it. “I did it!” I beamed, celebrating my first successful puff of Mary.

“Started off a lil rocky, but you finished strong.” I laughed with him, feeling too triumphant to check him for rejoicing in my struggles. “You wanna hit it again?” he asked, after taking another puff.

I nodded. I felt like I had it down, but I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke. If I could do it two times in a row, that meant I could really do it. Feeling myself, I even took it from his hand when he brought it over to me.

“Oh, shit. Ok. You a pro now, huh?”

I was too tickled, but in the merriment I still noticed that he had led his newly unoccupied hand down to my other hip. He kneaded his fingers into me, getting a nice, thorough feel. Naturally, my mind began to wander, imagining all the filthy, disgusting things he could do to me with those huge hands. I looked down at him and he was already staring back. His face was the most relaxed it had been all night. He took his gaze down to where my thighs met and I would swear I heard my girl sigh. This man was so fucking sexy it was almost infuriating. I had to look away. I took another successful pull, reveling in all of this delectable sin, and he carefully slid his hands around to my ass. The pungent smell of weed had possessed the air, the taste of the flower and a little wine were sweet on my tongue, and the sensual poetry of love songs gave us all the right directions. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this bad.

“How you feelin’?”

I opened my eyes, tilted my head and brought my hand up to mimic a chef’s kiss.

“See? Stick with me, I can show you some thangs.” I tucked what was left of the J between his lips and he hit it one last time before sitting it over in the ashtray. Then he pulled me closer.

I smiled and bit my lip, gently placing my hands to his chest. When I started to back away, he smiled up at me and loosened his grip, but I could tell he didn't really want to let me go.

“Where you goin’?”

I simply shook my head as I left his grasp. I just wanted to play around with him, make him chase me a little bit. The O’Jays were singing ‘Forever Mine’ and, somehow, I could feel it in my body. Whatever Yahya had for me, I was readyyy! I turned away and clutched the bottom of my shirt with both hands, pulling it up over my head and dropping it to the floor. Not a second later, I could see his reflection in the window standing from the bed. Off came his shirt in one swift motion as he walked, then I felt him slide up behind me. The chase was over.

With his hands at my sides, I swayed to the hypnotizing melodies, savoring how good his bare skin felt next to mine. “I love this song.” I spoke quietly, fully entranced. My hands found their way to his, and the difference in size fucked me up even more. I was leading them around to where I needed them, when he latched onto the softness of my belly and started to move toward the window. I shuffled the short distance with him until I was standing directly in front of it. He eased his hold on me and grabbed my hand, placing it onto the glass a little above my head. I looked out over his backyard, wondering if any of his neighbors could see us. Part of me hoped someone could as he played around with the waist of my jeans, touching my skin in light whispers. He crept over to the button, undoing it, what felt to be, intentionally slow. My zipper came down at the same chilling pace. With parted lips, I looked toward his hand as I felt it slide into my pants. He started to rub my pussy over my panties and they soaked through on contact, trapping my next breath in my throat.

“Say. How you like it, mama?” He easily caught the rhythm of my subtle grind. “You like slow and steady?”

I scratched the glass with his hand still on top of mine, feeling his dick right against my ass. Flames flickered in the near-darkness, but, clearly, we were the hottest in the room. He moved my panties to the side and slipped through the flood until my clit was pounding into the tips of his fingers. A shy moan had barely made it past my lips when he sank them deep. I whimpered loudly, gripping his arm and bending my other hand into a fist, buckling under the pressure.

“Or you like that hood shit?” He brought his hand down from the window and fixed his arm across my chest, guiding me back into him while he clung to my breast. “Hm?”

I didn't answer. I wasn’t even breathing. Despite me being highly inebriated, my heart was about to beat out of my chest.

“Why you bein’ so quiet?” he finally asked, lips brushing sweetly against my ear. Then he laid a soft kiss just underneath it. “You said you came to fuck. Don’t get all shy on me now.”

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honeymoon2011 · 1 year

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A summer rainy day 🌦🍃💚

Sebastian x MC wedding 🤍

sweet , kiss , beautiful, wedding , raining ...

it was finally the day!!!!

Seb had proposed to you 1 year ago now, your wedding is happening in the hills near the hamlet of Irondale, you are going to get married in a small white chapel surrounded by white daisies and pink tulips. The theme of the wedding was bohemian and rustic so this place perfectly matched your theme which was simple but beautiful. The place is very captivating because the chapel and the table where you will dine outside has seen on Feldcroft and ancient ruins and castles with even further the sea, the highlands, the forest, the fields and the caves… You were getting ready, Poppy and Natsai were helping you put on your beautiful cream colored lace mermaid dress, you looked beautiful. Your hair was carefully tied in a bun and small white flowers crowned your head. Your makeup was simple pink lip gloss, mascara and pink blush. You were perfect…

The time arrived, you and sebastian were close, he was already waiting for you next to the chapel hotel with ominis as a priest… You walk into the room all your old hogwarts friends and teachers get up to greet you and smile so much you were beautiful, you walk down the aisle to the hotel and sebastian looks at you with shining eyes and sheds a tear so much that you extraordinary… You never imagined that you would end up with Sebastian's ring on your finger until the end of your days… you both say your vows and sebastian kisses you with sweetness and joy… You are finally married!!! The meal goes well there is roast beef with delicious potatoes and for dessert cheese and a white piece with pink roses on it, the taste of the cake was vanilla with pieces of raspberries and strawberries...

To end the evening, there was of course a piano and enchanted violins to dance a slow dance with your husband The music starts to play on its own, Seb holds out his hand to you, you take it and climb the few steps of the porch, he takes you by the waist and the other takes his hand in yours… You two start dancing for a while then the music ends it was the end of the wedding, all the guests were grateful and thanked you for the invitation to your wedding. Then it was just you and your fabulous husband… You sat down on a marble bench in front of a beautiful landscape and you start laughing, teasing as usual, hugging, it was starting to rain, you are shouting the thunderstorm rumbling in the sky then you laugh at your stupid screams… you both run in the mountains of Irondale and you kiss in the rain a lot of times then you go home to a rather luxurious house in Feldcroft, the sequel to the evening was nothing but happiness

I hope you like it , If you have post ideas tell me guys !!!

have a magic day everyone 💚🍃🌦

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fanstonehome · 4 months

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18shadesofmay · 5 months

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dreams from someday

i offer the auto-wala a cup of chai in celebration and gratitude as he claims some deserved rest after rescuing me from being late to my breakfast date, that is, more late than my extraordinary lack of punctuality already forced me to be. as i turn to go in, i stop and stare at the tall boxy letters on the building of irani café. this is my first time here.

i imagine she has saved us seats in the café for least ten minutes now, reading circe, marking all the words and lines and comparisons and flamboyances that catch her eye with a pencil. we differ. “book-paper is sacred in its own way, untouchable”. “my book, my rules”, goes the usual conversation.

she’s probably brought along her little rainbow coloured sticky notes with more (in number and in kitsch) food puns messily scribbled on them, as if she couldnt afford to write them less hurriedly because the next one might run away and never come back to her.

it’s a wonder of utter corniness how she always seems to have new ones. it’s also a mystery how none of them have ever had more than three milligrams of humour in them.

i fret over punctuality with her, not because i’m the 5 am runner or the self discipline guru, i could never be either of those, or anything remotely close. for her i push, because the marble statuettes of us in my mind that ive carved, over weeks and months and jokes and stories, i cannot bear to see disintegrating. i keep them without dent, even from something like tardiness.

i hum a tune as i walk up the steps and spot our table, and there waiting, book, pencil and tulip in hand, is she.

her oak-brown hair imperfectly parted.

her tiny sculpted smile as refreshing as any morning has ever been.

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custardcove · 6 months

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First Memories

Chapter Two - Waiting and Wandering

Alice sat in the window-seat of her guest bedroom, peering through the glass and into the garden below. It was a warm, mid-spring afternoon.

Two days had passed since she woke up on the beach. Her parents back home knew she was fine, but they hadn’t been able to shed any light on the situation—they thought she’d been staying with Pansy in the first place. Physically Alice was feeling a lot better, though her memory remained patchy, and she’d been having strange dreams. Dreams where someone was distantly calling out for help; someone she knew. She couldn’t do anything. It made her feel helpless. But this morning she’d managed to finish a letter, and Pansy had posted it for her. Now all they had to do was wait. She hoped it was formal enough. It was full of please can you’s and if you wouldn’t mind’s. There was no good in accusing Queenie of taking her things, nor could she simply invite herself over to the villa, so treading carefully was her best bet.

Pansy’s garden was a sight to behold. It wasn’t the largest in Erryton, but even from where Alice sat she could see the vibrant colours and carefully cared for greenery. Roses and tulips, peonies and primroses, hydrangea, rutabaga… It made her feel like she should be outside, so she decided to get up.

Steadily, she made her way downstairs. Neither Pansy nor her baby were at home right now—unfortunately, Alice hadn’t really been listening, so she didn’t remember where they’d gone. Leaving a note on the living room table, she took the spare key and went out, locking the door behind her.

The sun was as pleasantly warm as it looked, and there was a gentle breeze in the air to ease the temperature. Alice didn’t know where she was going, but she started her walk. Erryton seemed to be a blend of rural and commercial, with plenty of stone and brick buildings. Pansy’s home was closer to the grassland than the others, but from where Alice walked she could see both the ocean and a road to town square. She thought it looked quite tidy; all the important buildings were at the heart of the city and down at the port. The further away you got, the more the land was lush and leafy. That wasn’t to say there weren’t spots of green in town – there was a local park, and an effort had been made to add trees to the main roads every-other-streetlamp. There were a few cars on the road, but not many. It was that time of day where everyone was already where they were meant to be.

Alice found herself drifting away from the centre of town. Despite the inviting atmosphere, she didn’t want to be among other people right now. Instead, she made her way north, toward a spacious plot of land. An impressively large home stood there, cut off from view by a brick wall, trimmed bushes, and an ornate black gate. It was even further from town square than Pansy’s house. This had to be Queenie’s Villa. Alice stood on her tiptoes to peer through the black bars and get a better view of the garden inside. There was a marble fountain out front, carved to feature dragons. It made a soothing, trickling sound, and had a big, paved path beneath it. On either side were blue rosebushes as far as the eye could see – which, from where Alice stood, wasn’t very far. Tilting her head, she took a look at the villa itself. It was a modern build, but it had been designed to look old-fashioned. Despite its largeness, she was surprised Queenie hadn’t gone bigger.

She didn’t want to be caught staring, so she took a step back. Faintly, she thought she heard something—was someone calling to her from the house? Alice squinted, straining her eyes and ears for the sight or sound of someone. There was no one in the garden, or near the house. Her eyes were instead drawn to the intercom, and then to the letterbox hung on the gate. If she were braver, she’d call in and ask right there. But she wasn’t, so she walked away.

Perhaps what she heard came from behind the house. It took some walking to get to the other side, paved path becoming trodden grass, but beyond the villa was a dense evergreen forest. Alice took a few steps off the path toward it. If she went through there, then maybe…

“Hey, dumbass!”

Alice froze at the sound of the masculine voice, fearing confrontation. Once she mustered up the courage to turn, however, her apprehension became annoyance. She knew who that was.

On the dirt road, the door to a rusty red pickup truck opened to reveal a man with a farm jacket and muddy boots, who strode over to begin his lecture. “I know you’ve got a fuzzy head or whatever, but you can’t just wander in there! A pack of wulves would tear you apart right out the gate. Hell, human like you’d even get trampled by a heartstag…”

Alice scowled, cheeks burning red. She knew he was right; she hadn’t been thinking, but he was being too rude for her to admit it. “It’s nice to see you too, Pablo,” she said sourly. “How did you know I was here? Do you have a sixth sense that tells you when pathetic humans are nearby?”

“I was just telling it how it is, nothing personal.” He ran a hand through is hair, scratching there and considering his next sentence. “I didn’t. Stopped the truck ‘cause your friend noticed you by the road, said he—”

“Alice!”

She had less than a second to brace herself before a dashing blur scooped her into a hug. Thankfully, said blur had very scrawny arms.

“Uff—Taylor?” Alice squirmed a little. “It’s good to see you but, uh, could you maybe … not?”

“Sorry—sorry,” he released the hold immediately. “I was overexcited; it’s been a long time since we’ve seen eachother. How many years has it been? It must have been when I left Forsythia, but the exact details escape me.”

“Uh, yep.” Alice nodded stiffly, uncomfortably reminded of the town’s collective amnesia. Looking him up and down, she didn’t think it would be good to mention that she couldn’t remember how they’d met—not right now, anyway. She did remember that Taylor was human, just like her, and a close friend. But not remembering how made her feel a secret shame.

Pablo decided it was time to interrupt. “Pansy told me you only got up a few days ago. Good to see you gettin’ fresh air, but I figure I should take you back right around now.”

“Oh—probably,” Alice said slowly. So much had happened in the span of a few minutes—she supposed she’d have to leave the forest behind. There was no guarantee that the voice hadn’t just been imaginary anyway.

Pablo’s truck was a two-seater, and his son was wating patiently inside, so the pair of humans had to get in the back.

“This doesn’t feel very safe,” Alice mumbled.

“Don’t worry,” Taylor reassured her, “Pablo drives slow, and there’s this belt strap you can hold onto when there’s bumps in the road.” He showed her the worn attachment behind them.

“I’d prefer a seatbelt…”

After a steady drive, they were back on the main road, and Pablo’s truck stopped outside Pansy’s house. Alice felt wobbly getting out, but Taylor offered her a hand, which helped.

Pansy’s front door was already open, and Pablo’s son ran ahead inside once they heard voices within.

“We were already headed this way,” Pablo explains, talking to Alice while facing away, “Pansy took Lyra out with her, and they said they’d be coming back here to make dinner.”

So that’s where Pansy had gone. As Pablo and Taylor entered the doorway, Alice followed and tried to remember who Lyra was. Pablo’s wife, decidedly. She didn’t know her very well. Despite this, she recognized the mermaid when she saw her—and soon remembered that Lyra wouldn’t be able to do the same. But the others were doing the talking for her.

“Mom, I brushed the baby goat. It was so soft.”

“That’s lovely, Ashe. Those new fluffy chicks will be coming soon too, right Pablo?”

Her husband nodded slowly. “Yes. Though they won’t be fluffy to start with.”

Taylor, unable to stay quiet for long, announced himself. “Good afternoon! Alice and I have returned to spend time with you all. Where’s Miss Pansy?”

In the midst of the hubbub, Alice noticed that there was an orange aquatic cat-creature settled on Lyra’s lap. Opening its eyes no more than a sliver, it batted Lyra with a paw. This seemed to give her the clear to turn her wheelchair in the direction of Taylor’s voice. “Good afternoon,” she replied with a slight smile. “She’s in the kitchen. Now, Alice, I don’t think we’ve met before. But Pansy’s been telling me a lot about you.”

“Um, yes.” Alice fidgeted. She wasn’t sure what to say to that, and everyone was looking at her with unspoken expectations. “Nice to meet you.” How did she recognize what Lyra looked like if this was their first meeting? Maybe she’d seen a photograph…

Lyra laughed, though Alice wasn’t sure what the joke was. “Don’t worry, she didn’t tell me anything incriminating. Only that she’s been calling you ‘Custard’ since you washed up in Custard Cove. But that’s okay. I’ve washed up on the beach before too.” As if to emphasise her point, she flicked the fins of her mermaid tail. “And Taylor—looking around the farm again, were you?”

Pablo grunted. “Loitering, more like.”

Taylor took this in good humour. “I have time off! And it’s a good thing I did, or I wouldn’t have met up with my old friend.” He gave a warm glance back at Alice, but it made her insides feel like wet cardboard.

“I was just taking a walk,” Alice explained. “You know, to get my head right. I’ve never really been around Erryton before.”

Now that he’d lost his mother’s attention, Ashe seemed completely disengaged with the adults’ conversation and wandered off into another room. He returned carrying a startled Primrose, who herself was gripping onto a large foam piece of jigsaw. Pablo headed over at once to supervise.

Lyra’s finned ears pricked, picking up on this movement, but she was still focused on Alice’s words. “Oh yes. Erryton’s quite a big place. Not as big as my hometown, mind you, but big enough to lose your bearings if you’re not familiar with the lay of the land.”

“Yes, um.” Alice’s eyes darted down as the creature in Lyra’s lap yawned. “Is this your cat?”

“This is Mango. More specifically, she’s a fishkit, and my seeing-eye cat.” Lyra’s smile widened. “She can also speak for herself.”

“Mango does not wish to speak to the rabble,” the orange lump grumbled.

Taylor shrugged, raising eyebrows at Alice. “If you want one that’ll talk to you, there’s a real chatty purple one near the docks.”

“Bloosh,” Mango spat.

“I see.” Alice looked back at Lyra. Her red hair obscured most of her face, but it was clear she found Alice’s choice of words amusing. “I mean, um. Maybe I’ll try that sometime. Does anyone know what Pansy’s making for dinner?”

“Curry.” Pansy’s voice. The humans turned to see her emerging from the kitchen, wooden spoon in-hand and a bright expression on her face. “There’s plenty for everyone, if you’d all so kindly take a seat in the dining room, we can get started.”

Everyone began to filter through, but Lyra stayed put. “Alice,” she stopped her.

“Er—yeah?”

“Pansy also mentioned you’d written to Miss Von Drachen. I don’t know much about Lady Queenie herself, but my family has some history with hers.”

Alice felt silly repeating herself, but she wanted to hear more. “Yeah…?”

“You seem like a nice girl. So … I’m warning you to be careful. The Von Drachens—they’re not the kind of people that hand things over without a catch.”

Nodding, Alice remembered she should vocalise. “Yes—I will. Um. Thank you for your concern, Lyra. I’ll try to be alert.”

“No problem—now let’s go get some curry, shall we?”

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