Omgomg!! I’m so happy you do femxfem fics !! I’ve been reading your writings and they’re really good and detailed! I was wondering if you could do anything with barmaid and fem reader ?
Putting on shades so no one in the qm can see what I'm looking at -looks at Demi's boobs-
This is based on the Autumn 2024 event where Antonio says the barmaid reminds him of Black Rose
Rated Explicit | Warning: None
There is a black rose, a small tattoo, on her left breast. It is hidden by her barmaid out, though the shirt is often unbuttoned enough to expose her cleavage. She has the charm of a man, can drink anyone under the table, and the beauty of a desert rose.
The Madame is sweet on you, her waitress serving drinks in her tavern in the town of beautiful autumn. Secrets are like the autumn leaves swept away by the wind, carried off but inevitably they land to be gathered up. Some can toss them away, while others are piled up and jumped into causing the secret to be exposed.
You know her secrets, the whispers of her deeds are not in the leaves but on her skin. Some are scars, some invisible handprints, the Madame does not talk about it and you won't bring it up. Those stories were buried by a man with red eyes and pale skin, all you can do is help her continue the new path she is on.
Your moans are soft, not loud, your movements are shy yet greedy. The woman pulls up with a smirk on her face, lipstick smeared, her lips and chin glossy from your nectar. “Don't be shy now, love,” Purring her words as he crawls up your body, “You promised me a treat, and I aim to eat you all up.” Her fake accent dropped as she spoke in her Western one.
You are breathing hard as you are still recovering from cumming, your body begging for more of her. She kisses you sharing the taste of you, her hands on your breasts, and getting a cute squeal when she both pinches and pulls your hard nipples. A closed-mouth smile on her face is felt on your lips, her tongue licking your swallow bottom lip as one hand moves between your legs, Madame’s fingers resume what she started, “Open your eyes, love.”
You try and at least open one to see her kissing your hickey-covered breasts, you stop her midway to touch her face with the caress of a lover, her lover.
“Yes?”
You can not help but smile at her as she does at you.
PAIRING: Demi Bourbon x GN! Reader (+ platonic interactions with other characters)
CW: None(?)
NOTE: Demi may be closer to fanon depictions rather than lore
Disclaimer: Painting Nudes does not exist nor was it written by Edgar Valden.
You liked Demi, maybe had a little crush on her, and she probably knew. Something she liked to advantage of for her own amusement, much to your dismay.
Demi liked teasing you just to see how you'd react. She found it cute, and maybe a little funny, mostly because she didn't even have to try. In fact, standing near you was probably enough to make something happen. This day in particular, the barmaid seemed to step up her game.
It started when you two decided to have breakfast together with Kevin and Jose. No, there was anything wrong with the meal, but you couldn't help but notice Demi's eyes lingering around you for a little while. Maybe a little too long. Hell, she hasn't even touched her food. She's been staring at you the whole time.
You didn't know why she was looking at you this time. That's right, this time. It wasn't the first time this has happened. Maybe you had something on your face... You weren't a messy eater, but that didn't stop little crumbs of bread from sticking on your lips.
'Or maybe my peripheral vision is making me imagine things...' you thought before slowly looking up from your plate and toward Demi's direction... only to make eye contact with her.
"...oh-" you accidentally say out loud before quickly looking back down and covering your mouth. Now you were the one leaving your food untouched, not that there was any left to begin with.
You wondered if your two male companions noticed the tension, or if there was even tension to notice in the first place. On one hand it could be there, on the other you could have been overthinking. You wondered so much and for so long that you didn't notice it was just you and Kevin left on the table.
He gave you a look, the look someone would give when they wanted to say, 'you put too much thought about the entire situation again didn't you?'.
You sighed, and turned to look at the cowboy, "No, I didn't."
"Huh?" Kevin raised a brow, "You didn't what?"
"Ah-" you put your hand on your forehead, realizing your mistake. "Nevermind..."
He chuckled, "Well, alright then darlin'. I better get going."
"Oh," you stood and tidied yourself up. "Well in that case, so will I!" You said before walking away from the dining room in a rather robotic manner, and making your way to the library.
Where you somehow bumped into Demi... Literally.
"Hey~" she said, leaning against a book shelf - awaiting response that would never come.
Now you were looking at each other, making eye contact, the very last thing you wanted from anyone in general. You almost wanted to just jump through the window and run into the woods, but you didn't want the harsh winter cold to seep into one of your only comfort places in the manor nor did you feel like becoming the next meal of a pack of wolves.
You were starting to wonder why she was even in the library. As someone who has never ceased visiting the realm of books daily, this is the first time you've seen her. Maybe she was looking for a book, a cook book, perhaps. Or maybe she was looking for you, '...no, that's ridiculous.' You thought. You thought for so long that you didn't realize you've been staring at her for three minutes. Your eyes widened at that realization.
Suddenly, Demi started grinning. Grinning a little too much. If the white streaks on her hair had faces, those would probably be grinning too. At this point she was probably trying to hold out a laugh, but was doing a terrible job at concealing it.
"Ah-" you covered your mouth. You needed to think of an excuse, quick.
"Ummm.... My apologies, I just came here to get-" You cut yourself off, grabbed the nearest book and looked at the title, but it instinctively brought an unsavory look on your face, as if you ate bread soaked in water.
You cleared your throat, "...Painting Nudes... by- Edgar Valden?!?!"
She snorted, then started laughing. You could have sworn you saw a tear fall at some point, but you had to focus. Focus on running away, with the rather indecent book still in your hands. You quickly left the library, only to bump into someone once again, but this time it was the man. The myth. The legend. The one and only author of the book in your hands.
He looked startled at first, then terrified after seeing what you were holding. Out of instinct, he snatched it, muttering a, "so that's where it went..." before hiding the book behind him.
"We take this secret to the grave," he pleaded- no, he demanded.
"...sure," you turned around intending to return to your room, but the painter stopped you again.
"Also, the match today," he cleared his throat. "The little girl's gotten the colds, so she can't make it. The rest of us were either busy or tired, so we were wondering if you'd be willing to take her place?"
You thought about it for a bit - or pretended to, at least - before finally saying, "sure, I guess."
Perhaps this was your chance to get your well deserved break from the barmaid, you thought as you made your way to the lobby.
"It'd be nice if I could just decode for now..." You sleepily yawned and opened the doors, and suddenly you weren't sleepy. Seated by the small dining table were none other than your breakfast buddies: Kevin, Jose, and Demi. Demi. So much for avoiding her antics.
You looked at the trio, then looked back, then looked at the trio again. You knew you brought this upon yourself, and there was no escaping now. Only gods - and maybe Demi - could tell what would happen this time around.
"Are you..." José started, and slowly raised a brow. "Going to take a seat...?" He pointed toward the only chair left.
"Ah-" you flinched a little, realizing you trapped yourself in your thoughts again. "Right... A seat... Right next to Demi... Yes."
You sat down, next to Demi, just as you said. You started to wonder if she was behind all this. Perhaps all of this was carefully prepared. Like she knew someone wouldn't make it, that you'd be the last one to arrive, and that you'd have to sit next to her. But you also wondered if Demi would even go that far in the first place.
Suddenly you felt a hand on yours. Demi's hand, on yours. It was soft - very soft. You wanted to grasp it, but you were busy being embarrassed about the fact that you both were somewhat holding hands.
"How was it?" She asked.
"How was what?"
"The book?"
You paused, "what book?"
"Painting...Nudes...?" She questioned with a smile. "By Edgar Valden?!?!" She added, imitating the way you said it in the library.
"Ah-" Edgar was going to kill you. He knew you knew about the book, but didn't know about your little outburst in the library.
"It was... nice." You looked away from her, "maybe a little scrumptious..."
"Oh?" She started grinning.
"Just- nevermind..." You blushed and closed your eyes.
Suddenly she was rubbing your hand, sensually, "I should join you sometime, yeah? If you'd allow me, of course."
You gulped, "...you want to paint nudes with me?!"
She chuckled and brought your hand to her cheek, "What? No? I meant reading? We could read together someday, if you'd like?"
"Oh..."
The two men who were with you also let out laughs from hearing your conversation. You could have sworn you heard something heavy and metallic drop past the curtains where the hunter usually waited. Was the hunter laughing at you too?
Yes, the hunter was in fact laughing at you. Not out loud. You couldn't see it though, but you didn't need to know that. Grace liked listening to the idle chatter the survivors held before the match, and hearing you even bring up painting nudes brought her the feeling of second-hand embarrassment. She almost felt like comforting you after the match, for your loss. Loss of dignity that is.
Alas, after what seemed like eternity, the match started. You suddenly missed the feeling of Demi's hands on yours, more than you'd like to admit. But you quickly suppressed the feeling, and quickly made your way toward the machine inside of the hospital to begin decoding.
Surprisingly, you weren't chased. You were finally able to do your job as a decoder and, well, decode. Kevin had unfortunately been sent back to the manor, but he and José bought your team enough time to reach a primed cipher machine.
Now all you had to do was wait. Wait with Demi, who was staring at you. Again... You sighed and looked at her, mustering the courage to ask, "do you... want something?"
"Hm..." She brought her hand up to her chin, pondering. "Would it be too much to say... I wanted you?"
"Ah-" 'What a tease,' you thought, covering your mouth like you always did when you found yourself feeling a little embarrassed.
The familiar feeling of her hands on yours suddenly came back, as if she heard your longing from afar. As if you were thinking out loud. As if she could read your mind. As if... She already knew what you would say, but was aware you were too shy to let it out.
You were so deep in thought that you didn't realize the match had ended. That while you were wandering around the depths of your mind, Demi had popped the machine at José's command, carried you to the gate, and secured a draw for the team.
And here you were, back at the manor. With Demi trying to snap you out of your thoughts. "Hello? Earth to (name)? Ah! There you are. I was getting a little worried there..."
"Hm?" You blinked, and looked at your surroundings. Trying to safely land back into reality. The reality that was you being in Demi's embrace. You didn't know how long you were thinking, but you hoped it wasn't for too long.
Suddenly, you felt the woman plant a kiss on your cheek, and the warmth from her body leave you. She grinned and turned toward the manor, but gave you one last look and a wave "think about it, but maybe not too much, yeah?"
'Think about what?' you wondered, and suddenly remembered the cause of your ascension to your headspace. The memory only made heat arise to your cheeks. 'She confessed', you thought, covering your mouth again.
You felt a rather moist hand on your head. It was Grace, giving you headpats, you presumed. She gave you a thumbs up, and a comforting look. A look which for some reason told you, 'Don't let painting nudes haunt you forever. I'll be here if you need someone to talk to'.
The interpretation startled you, making you raise a brow at the thought of it. But you nodded and brushed it off as overthinking. Brushed it off until you heard the familiar voice of the painter angrily screaming your name.
"(NAME)! GET BACK HERE!"
Perhaps thinking about what Demi said could wait later.
—Content: Demi's lover is too tired to walk back home so she decides to carry them.
—Warnings: none besides bad English (+ this is very short).
The full moon had the company of the stars that night; there were only a few people left at the bar. The ones who were still there were about to leave the place and go home, except for one person. Their eyes couldn't stop looking at the barmaid working there, amazed by both her beauty and charisma.
"I told you, you didn't have to wait for me. It's so late..." a voice took them back to reality, making them open their eyes because of the surprise.
"Hm?" was all that came out of their mouth. They didn't have the energy to say more.
"Honey, did you fall asleep?" Demi asked with a bit of amusement in her voice as she held back her laugh.
"Eh? Ah, no! O-of course not!" [Y/n] quickly replied, trying to hide their flustered face with their hands. The woman couldn't help but smile and leave a quick kiss on their partner's forehead.
"Don't worry, I'm done for today. We can go home now" she said.
"Really...?" [Y/n] tried to say something else, but their head went slowly down as their eyes closed at the same time. When they felt the hit against the table, they quickly woke up again. "Shit... Sorry."
"Say that to yourself, not to me. You should have stayed home, getting the rest you need."
"But... I couldn't sleep without you."
Demi finally laughed when she heard [Y/n]'s voice.
"Oh, yes? I don't even think you could walk by yourself right now, sunshine."
"Carry me, then" they didn't think when they said that. Their lips just moved and pronounced the words, wondering afterwards what kind of answer was that. [Y/n] was too sleepy to think properly, that was clear.
"Hm? As you wish" the barmaid didn't doubt it for a second. Her arms, weak when you saw them but incredibly strong in practice, held her s/o closer and carried them just like a married couple. A small sound of surprise escaped from [Y/n].
"Did you really...?"
"Why wouldn't I? You asked me" she started walking, no intentions of putting them down until they were home. "I think I'll do this more often, sweetheart."
"Demi."
"Yes?"
"I love you". Those were their last words before falling asleep once more, this time with a smile on their face feeling her warmth.
With a charismatic personality and a flirtatious attitude, Demi is truly the kind that takes pride in being able to make you blush.
Have a favorite drink? She’ll whip it up in a way that’ll put the rest to shame. Even if it’s a non-alcoholic drink, she takes pride in her blending abilities.
She’s always able to put smiles on others faces, and you are no exception to her.
Some say you bring out her adventurous side during matches- considering she manages to kite the hunter successfully and drag them away from you.
One of her favorite things to do is talk about what you two will do once you escape the manor together- she wants to have a stable life and have you by her side.
Despite her youth, Demi is also rather mature due to her knowledge of running a business, being able to comfort you when her drinks cannot fully drown away any sorrows.
