#i just noticed there's a whole corner missing lol oh well

[kit-ta]

i am so in love with this kitchen (minus the glitchy ceiling i had to photoshop in the last pic...)

[behoright]

ultraviolet disguise l s. crosby

don’t be so naive / you know that you are all I see

summary: Sid makes you apologize after you give him attitude all night.

wordcount: i literally don’t know how to word count on my iPad please someone tell me I swear it’s not too long maybe 4k

song: tonight you are mine - the technicolors

warnings: minors dni! Contains a whole lot of cursing and smut. Quite degrading and rough as well, so please read at your own discretion.

a/n: plotless, plotless smut. poor proofreading lol. When I say I would let this man do anything to me, I mean it. Feel free to fill my inbox with your thots. Love you always.

(＞。☆) ✒️ ˚‧ ⌗ ⌗ ⌗ ⺌

“Where is she?”

“Can someone go find her?”

Your group of friends was currently shivering on the sidewalk, in the Nova Scotia winter, as they drunkenly waited for their rides to take them home. All necessary interactions exchanged, and many waiting to happen behind closed doors, only a couple of people were sober enough to round up everyone and finally call it a night.

Sidney being one of them, noticed instantly they had left you behind.

In all honesty, he was cranky and tired, the frustration having built up from babysitting a bunch of wasted people.

“Isn’t she a grown ass woman or whatever. She can figure it out on her own.” someone slurred.

“Alright, I’m not missing our Uber because of this.” Sidney said, making his way back inside the bar with a huff. No one was coherent enough to go back in there anyways.

The place was packed, people happily mingling at every corner; thankfully, Sid had a great height advantage to almost everyone, so was able to spot you effortlessly through the chattering crowd.

As he walked over to you, thoughts and memories of the messiness that constituted your friendship plagued him, his heart quickening pace inside him.

“Are you done or what?” he spoke loudly above the music and chaos.

“Almost.” you said as you barely turned around to acknowledge him.

“Everyone’s waiting for you, let’s go.” He replied impatiently.

“I’m waiting for this guy to gi-”

“I really don’t care. We’re leaving.” he said, strictly, inching his body towards you and the exit.

Sidney used his physical edge to push you through the crowd, hurrying you with his haste steps right behind you.

“I don’t need you to do this, you know? I’m an adult.” you hissed as you kept walking.

“Well, then maybe start acting like one.”

“Dude, what the hell is your problem?” you exclaimed, turning around and bumping into his chest. Despite your size difference, Sidney felt like he ran into a brick wall.

He sighed, grabbing your arm harshly and pulling you into the nearby bathroom.

“What is your problem?” he said, raising his voice while locking the door behind him.

No one was going to use the bathroom until he figured out where your attitude was coming from.

“I haven’t done anything to you, Sidney.” you muttered.

“Oh yeah? You’ve been acting like a bitch the whole night.”

“Woah. What would the press say about hometown superstar Sidney Crosby using this kinda language?” you snickered, crossing your arms.

“Why are you being so… mean?” Sidney’s eyes narrowed at you.

“What are you talking about?”

“Just, fucking, pushing me away all night, like I don’t even exist.”

“Well, I’m sorry I don’t kiss your ass like everyone around here does.” you said, rolling your eyes.

“That’s NOT what it is and you know it.” he yapped.

“I thought you said I needed to stay away from you. I’m too young or whatever.”

Sidney hadn’t rejected you per se, but at that moment, you both recalled the conversation from a while ago.

The conversation that was supposed to put all flirting to a half.

From both of you.

Supposed to.

“It’s not only that, Y/N. You’re Mike’s niece, it’s not right.” he replied, running his hands through his dark hair.

“Fine! Then why are you so mad when I ignore you?” you prompted, throwing your hands up.

“Not only did you mostly ignore me, you, were fucking rude the rest of the time, and I mean, you’re obviously so fucking desperate too.” Sidney almost word vomited, clearly ignoring most of what you said.

“How, Sidney? Literally, how?”

“I mean, look at what you’re wearing!”

“I meant how was I rude.” you said, making him blush at the miscommunication, too embarrassed to even respond. “Why are you worried about my dress so much?” you teased.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking annoying.”

You knew what this was.

Like a child, throwing a tantrum to get their mother’s attention, basically.

It was obvious to you that bowing down to his ridiculous comments wasn’t an option.

Not yet.

“You like it?” you said, running your hands down the cheap fabric that sat tightly against your body.

“No, I did not say that. I don’t like it.” he muttered, slightly looking away from you.

There was something quite entertaining about rendering a huge, masculine man down to this blubbering of a mess.

“Why not? Is it too slutty for you?” you laughed.

Sidney’s eyes were burning into you, now quite differently than before, as he turned his attention back to you fully.

Nevertheless, he remained silent.

“You holding back, Sid? Why? You don’t want to call me a slut to my face?”

“I would never do that.” he hit back, his low voice echoing in the tiled bathroom.

Looking out of the small window for a second, you sighed. It was too late, and everyone was waiting anyways.

Perhaps tonight you’d throw in the towel. He obviously already had.

“Whatever. We need to go anyways.” you said, walking towards the door.

“No, we’re not leaving until I get an apology from you.” he hit back, positioning himself between you and the exit.

Or… maybe he hadn’t, you thought, seeing that spark still in his voice.

“Good fucking luck with that.” you laughed.

“Just say you’re sorry.”

“I should be asking for the same thing, I mean, you’ve been pretty rude.”

“Because you were rude first!” he exclaimed, throwing his arms up.

“Do you hear yourself? I thought you were the “real” adult here.” you snickered.

He took a step closer just to have you take a step back.

There was no conceding tonight, actually.

He wasn’t getting any apology out of you anytime soon, and the more you stood your ground, the heavier his chest began to heave.

Unbeknownst to him, you knew Sidney perhaps too well.

He was simply too easy to read, always hiding under the hockey personality facade.

It might have fooled anyone else, especially, any other girl, but not you.

Throughout the months you had spent together, it had been incredibly simple to get to know him.

It was only after he distanced himself away from you that you decided to press his buttons.

He fell for it each time, his impulsiveness and real, undercover feelings exposing him and failing your tests constantly.

“You’re really, really pushing it tonight, Y/N.” he muttered.

“Fuck if I care.” you said, raising your shoulders.

Poor Sid, you thought, such masochistic tendencies he had.

If he could only burst his media trained bubble for a second, you could’ve had fun with that together.

“Fucking say sorry.” he repeated, once again.

He was slowly beginning to unravel, his feelings showing clearly through the tense muscles of his body language.

“Or what, Sidney?”

“God, you’re such a fucking brat.” he said, raising his voice, louder than ever before.

“Oh, there he is. Finally, you’re saying what you really think.” you smiled sweetly at him.

“You’re so fucking spoiled, it’s driving me insane.” he said, keeping the slow walk going towards you.

“Keep going, Sid, you’re just making this more enjoyable for me.”

“Yeah, of course this kinda of shit turns you on.”

“You’re one to talk.” you say, flicking your eyes down at the noticeable bulge in Sidney’s pants.

“We’re at a club, Y/N. Not everything is about you.” he said, rolling his eyes and yet attempting to close the space between you two.

“Then why are you here with me?”

“Because you won’t listen to me!” he exclaimed, his legs still moving towards you. “Is this what i have to do to get you to listen?”

“…Yes.” you whispered, and Sidney felt like he finally was starting to break you down.

“Drop the act, Y/N. Tell me what’s going on.” he sighed.

By now, Sidney had covered all the space in the bathroom, and found himself face to face with you against the wall, your fiery eyes looking up at him.

You had walked around in circles enough with him, literally and figuratively.

“If I could spit in your face I fucking would.” you said roughly, your eyes stuck inside his chocolate eyes.

“Do it, then.” he said, his face tilted down towards yours.

“Enough, Sidney.”

The smirk that you had so proudly sported all this time was long gone, Sid building up enough courage to now talk back to you.

“I thought you wanted to? Do it, then. Spit in my face.” he encouraged, smugly.

“You fucking wish.” you said, pushing against him with your chest.

“Woah, woah, calm down, now.” he chuckled, his fingers wrapping around your arms to keep you against the cold tiles of the bathroom.

You couldn’t hide the way his touch made you feel - you had dreamed to be in his hands for a while, and feeling him now just made you wetter.

Unfortunately for you, he noticed right away, his expression morphing into puzzlement as he took you in.

“Look at you. You like this, don’t you?” he asked, incredulous.

“Never in a million years.”

“Then what is this?”

Sidney’s eyes flickered down to your breasts, the hard nipples poking through your dress instantly giving you away.

“It’s cold, Sid.”

“I don’t know, your skin feels pretty warm under my hands.” he raised him eyebrows, moving his hands slightly up and down.

Plan foiled.

“Is this what this is all about?” he questioned, but you kept your lips zipped in frustration.

Sidney took an impossible step forward, your chests coming in contact.

“If I touch you down here, Y/N, what will I find?” he asked, trailing his fingers down your left arm gently.

“I don’t know, maybe if you ever fucked a girl before you’d know.”

“That’s a good one, baby.” he laughed. He couldn’t help it, seeing you so feisty just… for him.

That was all you wanted, apparently.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours, looking for approval as he lingered his fingers in front of your sex. As he got what he needed, he wasted no time in moving your underwear to the side.

“That’s what it is. You’re just dying to get fucked right.”

Sidney whispered a heavenly oh my god as his calloused, thick fingers rubbed your folds.

“Did raising my voice make you feel all hot inside?” he asked.

“No.”

“You’re fucking soaking my fingers, Y/N. Quit lying.”

He knew he could stretch you out immensely just by using a couple of his digits; but he decided not to, taking his touch just to your entrance and circling your clit, with no added pressure, making your head painfully fall back.

“I’m barely touching you and you’re already moaning. You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” he coaxed.

No witty come back spewed out of your mouth, the slight relief and building anticipation of indulgence growing deeper within you.

“You really want to be put in your place, huh? That’s all you want?”

His touch had you at a loss for words; you could barely nod in between needy whines.

“Stroke my cock, c’mon.” he said, his voice husky as ever, as he placed your hand on top of the swollen erection that was poking through his dress pants.

It was becoming hard to focus, hard to touch him right, Sidney refusing to dip his fingers at any point inside you, instead just painfully teasing you.

“Oh, you just think I’m going to fuck you like that?” he asked, dropping his hands away from you.

“Fuck no. Work for it.” he said aggressively. “Get on your knees.”

Your knees found the floor promptly, betraying your will but getting a satisfied smirk out of him.

“Look how obedient you’re being now, huh?” Sidney said, his fingers fastly undoing his pants in front of you. “Open up, baby. Let me see your tongue.”

Sidney slapped his cock on your tongue a couple of times before thrusting inside your mouth, not giving you a chance at any action but to wrap your lips around his girthy cock instantaneously, moaning in satisfaction.

“Holy fuck.” he moaned, letting his head lull forward with his bottom lip secured under his teeth. “This is what I have to do, isn’t it? I have to treat you like this, for you to-, to-, fuck, oh my god.”

You pulled Sidney’s length into your throat, your muscles tightening in a gag around his thick head, mostly in order to break him further and to stop his gloating.

“God, where did you learn how to do that, fuck.” he groaned deeply, lacing his fingers in your hair, instinctively massaging your scalp sweetly.

“You’re so much nicer when you’re choking on my dick like this.” he continued, his thighs tightening and clenching under your hands as you bobbed your head on him, thick saliva building at the back of your throat as you somehow devoured him more and more.

If he was holding back any moaning, it was hard to tell, his abs visibly clenching whenever you took him deeper and he, consequently, moaned louder.

“This is a good, good way to say sorry, baby.” he growled, his head thrown back, but stopping your motions right away.

“I’m not saying sorry, Sidney.” you said, pulling away from his cock so quickly that you were left with a trail of spit connecting you back to his glistening head.

He felt his chest fill with anger and lust, desire.

All he wanted to do was take you home and fuck you until you couldn’t talk back to him any longer. He instinctively wrapped his fist tightly around your hair, pulling you up by your locks.

“Look how messy you are.” he muttered as you came to your feet, his big eyes trailing over your shimmering chin, dripping in spit and precum. “Come here.”

Sidney shoved his tongue inside you, placing his other hand around your throat gently. He loved to keep your head steady as he overwhelmed your mouth, running his tongue over yours with no rhythm or caution, simply taking whatever he wanted.

“I guess I just have to fuck this attitude out of you.” he said against your lips as he pulled away breathless. “Face the fucking wall.”

As he turned you around, you did your best to hide the huge smirk on your face. He was finally going to give you what you both so desperately wanted; despite what he said, Sidney’s actions had always proved different than his words.

He hated that he had such a hard time resisting you, that he spent his night thinking about you with his cock throbbing in his hand, but he couldn’t wait anymore.

The rubber band had finally snapped.

Sidney squeezed your ass, your silky flesh crinkling in exquisite pain through your thin dress. He kept marking you with his fingertips as his other hand roughly pulled down your minuscule underwear, letting it trickle down your legs as he directed your ass towards him.

He tried to keep his composure as he pulled your dress up, the traces of his fingernails on your skin illuminated by the small ray of the street lamp that came through the high bathroom window.

It was hitting you perfectly, actually, so much so that he could see the glob of your wetness leaking out of your entrance, your pussy angled perfectly towards him.

“I would tell you how pretty you look like this but you don’t deserve it.” he spit out, beginning to stroke his member up and down your slit.

“You’re so fucking needy for me. I can’t believe how wet you are, God.”

Without warning, Sidney filled you up completely, ripping a gasp out of you as he gave you no time to adjust. His size made it hard to breathe or even keep your legs from wobbling already.

“Yeah, you’re not used to taking big cocks like this, aren’t you.” he questioned, readjusting the grip in your hair once again. “Well, you’re going to tonight.”

He began to fuck you, almost savagely, every mouthwatering plunge hitting your cervix and stretching you to your max. Sidney grunted deeply every time he moved. He knew that as much as he tried to keep it together, you could see the cracks within him, giving into you. But he knew he couldn’t back down without teaching you a lesson.

“Say sorry.” he groaned in your ear, but all he got in response were sweet moans.

Frustrated, Sidney picked up the pace, slamming himself harder against you and inside you. Your body rebounded against the wall harder every time, an aching starting to cover every inch of your skin, seeping within you and mixing with the unrelenting desire that he was sending through your being.

Whenever he wanted, Sid would move his right hand, squeezing and grabbing any bit of you that pleased him.

He was big enough to have access to your every part.

The back of your thigh, or the side of your tummy were covered in his fingertips, flecks of his rough handling beginning to dot all over you.

Your nipples oversensitized, having been rubbed against the freezing tiles through the fabric of your dress were the only sensation cooling you down as he kept increasing his rhythm, his heart pounding heavily against your back.

“Yeah, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, tilting your head so he could see you. “Look at those pretty eyes rolling back. Fuck.”

The sounds that filled up the room were filthy, he thought.

Sidney felt primal, taking you in the bathroom of a sleazy bar, not because he had let himself go, but because it pleased him to put you in your place.

The buckle of his bell dinging against his pants as he sped up.

His heavy breathing fusing with your candied moans, reverberating against the empty stalls.

The squelching of your bodies united, drops of want and longing and frustration running down both of your legs, splattering against the ground or soaking his pubic hair - it was so dirty and out of character for him.

Only you drove him to this.

Knowing that he was the only one that could hear this, all of it being covered by the muffled sounds of the raging bar outside, made him grip your hair a little tighter each time he focused on it.

This was the closest he had ever been to your face. Underneath the light sheen of makeup, he could see your skin turning a deeper shade of red; those big and thick lashes he loved so much batting irregularly. He noticed you wanted to regulate your response to him, attempting stupidly to keep your pupils focused on him instead of oscillating to the back of your head once again.

But he could see right through you.

He could see you struggle, with your telling high pitched moans, trembling underneath his touch.

It exasperated him. Delightfully.

“You want to cum so badly, don’t you? Yeah?” he asked, almost mockingly.

You nodded, the pull from his hand making the roots of your hair sting more and more, pulling your face in such a pathetic way that kept Sid’s cock covered in wetness.

“Too fucking bad. You don’t get to until you apologize.” he barked, pressing your heating cheek against the wall.

Your defiance was obvious; you decided to keep this little game going a while longer, considering it made him so mad and delirious, pushing his pelvis so forcibly against you that your ass bounced audibly on him.

“Apologize. Be good, c’mon.” he uttered in your ear, doing his best at holding back his groans as he slowed his thrusts down.

Playing was for two people, after all, and he knew the change of pace would be what you despised the most. It was immediately evident, groans of desperation pouring out of you.

Still, you could see stars of pleasure as you squeezed your eyes tightly in anguish.

“Now, Y/N.” he demanded, a hand coming down to spank you harshly.

If it was up to him, he would have kept this going forever.

He had thought about a million ways to punish you throughout the whole night.

You were lucky he only had a public bathroom available at the moment.

He could feel you on the verge of breaking, both in the cracks of your voice, the fact that you were pushing back at him slightly, your body looking for more, and of course, your cunt clamping firmly on his cock through the wetness. He made the decision to keep the thought to himself as an attempt to keep you as tamed as he had you at the moment.

All he needed was to slow down even more.

As adorable as your squeals were, and as much as they made his dick twitch noticeably inside you, he wasn’t going to let up.

“I’m sorry, Sid.”

Eureka.

For once, Sidney had the upper hand. He made you putty in his hands and you equally knew it.

“Good job.” he said, fucking you roughly again.

He went back up to max, tightening his jaw as your pussy sent waves of toe curling pleasure down his cock. He was leaking inside you, precum spilling all over and painting your insides.

“I’m so sorry, Sidney, I’m sorry.” you repeated, his eyes on your face.

“That’s okay, baby. Just once was good, love. You’re so good. So good.” he said placing his lips against your cheek.

The act of tenderness made you quiver.

If you had let up once, you could finally fully let go.

You could feel his pupils dilating in lust as your mouth was stuck open, blaring your sobs and cries as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Ceaseless in his fucking, he seemed to thrust harder as he got closer too.

Sidney refrained from rubbing your clit. He wanted to, yet this was still a punishment.

“Atta girl.” he coaxed. “Keep coming for me, baby. Can you do that?”

You nodded dumbstruck, your eyes crossing deplorably as you kept shaking in bliss.

Sidney was focused on you; he noticed a silver thread of spit leave your bottom lip, your face still roughly pushed against the wall with his force, and he lost it.

“I need to cum, baby, I’m going to cum inside you, fuck.” he hastily groaned.

He growled deeply, thrusting all the way inside you and grinding into his orgasm as his cock let out hot cum within you.

“Fuck, baby, fuck.” his growls were deafening, numbing you and traveling throughout the stuffy air.

As you came down, you could feel him spasming yet inside you, his face still furrowed in a heated sweat - he had bottomed out inside ou, his strong pelvis lifting you a couple of inches off the ground, levitating under his gratification.

Soreness began to overtake you as the pleasure let down, all of Sidney’s muscles relaxing into you with a sigh; your heels clicked as he let you back off the wall slightly, pulling his cock out of you as he was still huffing.

The pain hurt so good for you both, breathing against each other as you tried to catch your breath at the same time.

“Look at me.” he said, turning you around so quickly you could have lost your balance, especially after he fucked you like that. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

Seeing his usual sweetness come back made your heart swell, a smile growing on your face.

“I’m okay, Sid.” you said, biting your lip shyly.

“Now, what we’re going to do is…” he began after kissing your forehead, bending down to pull your underwear up, “put these on, keep my cum inside you, okay? Like a good girl, yeah, while we go out and grab a ride to my place. Yeah?”

You nodded, aroused that he wanted to keep this going.

“Good job.” Sidney placed his hand on your lower back, walking you to the door. “I’m not done with you yet.”

[void-wolfie]

Falling Head First

summary: you're a bit clumsy, it's a good thing Jenna's always there to pick you up when you fall. [request]

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

tw: none? terrible writing lol... (let me know if I need to add anything)

words: 2.22k

a/n: hope this is what you were looking for anon. Sorry it took me so long to get to your request.

You skated past that house again, the one where the kids were always outside playing. The one where that pretty girl lived.

Except this time, there weren't any kids outside goofing around. Just her. That pretty girl who was roughly your age, maybe a bit older. She had her headphones in and her nose buried in her phone as she sat on the front porch.

You always rode past her house, hoping maybe one day she'd stop you and say hi. You'd stop yourself, but you just couldn't... Your mother called it being shy, your therapist liked to call it social anxiety. Either way, you couldn't bring yourself to talk to her. Or anyone really. Too many what-ifs... What if she laughed at you? What if you embarrassed yourself? What if she hated you? Or called you stupid? Or-

Lost in your thoughts, you'd completely missed the rock in the road. Your skateboard darted out to the side, throwing you head-first into the pavement.

You rolled over onto your back, trying to brush off the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Everything hurt, but nothing felt broken, right?

"Oh my god, are you ok?" You looked up to notice the girl rushing towards you, looking fairly concerned.

"Uh-" You looked yourself up and down, nothing felt broken, nothing looked broken, "Fine, I think,"

"You're bleeding," She kneeled beside you, softly tilting your chin to get a better look at your head.

She prodded at the corner of your forehead with her finger. You instantly recoiled, hissing at the stinging sensation.

"Sorry, sorry," She backed away, leaving the cut alone. "You're not gonna need stitches, come on, let me get you patched up,"

She stood up and held out her hand, offering to help you up.

Your mind was reeling. Why was she being so nice to you, the two of you were strangers…

"Uh, thanks," You took her hand, letting her help you up. It was either let her help clean you up, or skate home with blood dripping down your face. Might as well pick the option with the pretty girl, you thought to yourself.

You picked up your skateboard and followed the girl into the house, leaving the board by the door so as not to track dirt through the whole place.

"I'm Jenna, by the way,"

"y/n,"

She pointed at the toilet and you sat down, wringing your hands nervously. She dug around underneath the bathroom counter, most likely looking for a first aid kit of some kind.

She set a bottle of hydrogen peroxide on the counter followed up by a washcloth and a box of Band-Aids.

"I've seen you around before, do you live close?"

Oh small talk, why did it have to be small talk? You suck at small talk...

"Uh, yeah. Just a few streets down from here,"

"How old are you?"

You internally cringed, why did this feel so painfully awkward?

"Sixteen, my birthday's in a few months... what about you?"

"Seventeen, my birthday was last week actually,"

"Oh, happy birthday,"

"Thanks,"

The smile she gave you made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Butterflies, fireworks, every other stupid little analogy they talk about in those cheesy romance novels. You'd fall off your skateboard every day if it meant you could see that smile just one more time.

"Stop moving," You hadn't even realized your knee had been bouncing up and down, picking at your fingernails. Bad habits you'd picked up over the years, and ones you generally caught yourself doing when you were nervous.

She grabbed the bottle of hydrogen peroxide and the washcloth, placing herself in between your knees as she stood in front of you. "Alright, hold still. This'll probably sting."

"One, two..."

You waited for her to get to three, but it never came. Instead, you felt her pour the liquid into the cut, burning as it fizzled.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow-" You tried to sit still, but you weren't very good at it. You were squirming like a worm on a hook, eyes closed as a mix of hydrogen peroxide and blood dribbled down the side of your face.

You heard Jenna giggle, followed by the feeling of her hand cupping your cheek, "I said hold still." She wiped off the side of your face with the washcloth, dabbing at the cut slightly to make sure it was all dry.

You felt her leave the spot in front of you. You opened your eyes, watching as she tossed the washcloth into the sink, grabbing the box of Band-Aids from the counter.

"Ok, you have a very important decision to make," you tilted your head, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Jenna had to hold in a laugh at how adorable you looked.

"Scooby-Doo or Spiderman?" She held up two Band-Aids, one with little Scooby-Doo heads and doggy prints, the other with Spiderman doing a bunch of different poses.

She was attempting to look dead serious, a blank stare as she waited for you to answer, but you didn't buy the act for one second.

You scoffed playfully, "Scooby-Doo, of course."

She set the Spiderman Band-Aid back in the box with a smile, "Not a fan of Spiderman, huh?"

"Spiderman is cool, Scooby-Doo is just better,"

She stood back in front of you, nudging your knees further apart so could step between them again. Only so she could get closer to your face for the Band-Aid, no other reason. At least, that's what she told herself.

You watched her as she got closer, getting lost between the freckles that dotted her face like stars in the night sky and those big brown eyes, nearly black as night yet full of so much life and joy.

"You're staring," She smirked, enjoying the blush that spread across your cheeks and up to your ears.

"Sorry," You squeaked out, nervously looking at the ground.

"It's alright,"

She grabbed your chin in her hand, angling your head so you were staring at the wall so she could get a better view of the cut on your head. "Stay,"

You didn't move a muscle. How could you when she said it like that? Like you were some lost little puppy following her every whim… Putting it like that made you feel pathetic, after all, you'd only met the girl today. And yet, part of you knew you'd do whatever she said just to keep seeing that adorable smile.

Five minutes and you were already whipped...

You were so caught up in your thoughts you barely even registered her putting the Band-Aid on. You hadn't realized she was done till her hand was on your chin again. Her hand was still cupping your face as you stared up at her, once again falling prey to those enchanting eyes and countless freckles.

"All better," She took a step back, removing herself from between your legs, much to your disappointment.

"Hi, love," you leaned back, hanging upside down in front of Jenna.

She yelped, jumping back a step out of surprise. She hadn't expected you to be there when she rounded the corner, "Jesus, y/n. You scared the shit outta me."

"Sorry," You gave a sheepish smile, feeling bad for scaring her.

It'd been two years since you met Jenna, and one amazing year since the two of you started dating. Your only regret was not kissing her that first day you met. She was standing right there, right between your knees, and you let the chance slip away... But that was a thing of the past, and now you could kiss her as much as you wanted.

"What are you doing up there? It's starting to rain, baby, we got to go,"

You pouted, a bit childishly at that. Jenna had to fight off the urge to smile at you. She didn't want you to fall and hurt yourself, you were already prone to accidents as is.

The two of you decided to have a day for yourselves, just goofing off and having fun. Somewhere along the way you ended up at the park, walking along the trails and enjoying the peace and quiet. Jenna left you near the playground by yourself while she ran off to the restroom, it was only natural that you decided to goof off and have a little fun. After coming back, Jenna noticed the rain coming in, scaring off what was left of the remaining parents and kids.

It was drizzling as she searched for you. Rounding the corner she found you here, dangling upside-down from the pull-up bars by your knees.

"I wanted to try kissing you upside down, like in the movie last night,"

She couldn't hold back the giggles this time, smiling at your adorable pout, "You mean the Spiderman kiss? The upside-down, kissing in the rain thing?"

"Yes please, kisses now," You made grabby hands at her, which came out a bit awkward and uncoordinated from how you were hanging upside down.

She laughed, showing off that radiant smile that you adored. She grabbed the sides of your face, kissing you as requested. It was soft, simple, and sweet. No different from the dozens of other times she'd kissed you before. But goddamn, that feeling you get every time never seems to go away. Her kisses were addictive, they set your nerves on fire and left you craving more. You felt like you could melt under her touch.

Apparently, you relaxed under her touch a little too much. Your grip on the bar loosened and the bar slipped out from beneath you. Before you knew it Jenna was scrambling back as you tumbled head-first into the uneven ground below.

You knew something was wrong the second you landed, a small crack coming from somewhere.

"Ow..."

Jenna watched you slip from the bar, managing to brace your fall as you stuck out your arms. She heard a yelp, followed by a strained 'ow'. But you didn't get up right away. She watched you curl in on yourself instead, writhing about on the ground in pain.

Shit.

She was down on her knees beside you in the dirt, wanting to help but afraid to touch you and make everything worse, "Hey, what happened? Where's it hurt?"

"My wrist," You managed to get out between gritted teeth, tears already beginning to well up in your eyes from the pain, "I fell on my wrist."

"Ok, let me see,"

You stopped wriggling about long enough for her to look at your arm. It didn't look like it was broken, granted her idea of ‘broken’ entailed bones sticking out of the skin or limbs pointed in funny directions.

Jenna went to gently grab your arm, so she could check the other side, but you quickly pulled back with a little yelp and a rush of tears.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," She was starting to panic now, she'd barely even touched you.

The rain was starting to come down harder now, too much longer and the two of you would be soaked to the bone. Far off in the distance, Jenna could just barely make out the rumbling of thunder.

All she had to do was get you to the car. But that was easier said than done. You were still on the ground, wet from the rain, and tensed up in pain.

"Hey, baby, look at me,"

You stopped wriggling around for just a moment, long enough to focus on Jenna. She placed her hands on either side of your face and you closed your eyes, melting into her touch. She placed a kiss on your forehead, then on your nose, and finally on your lips.

"Let's get you home, alright?"

She lied. Well, not technically, but yes.

When Jenna said she was going to take you home, you assumed she meant right away. But that was a lie. Instead, she forced you into going to the ER first to get your wrist checked out.

After hours of waiting, having to endure the stale smell of disinfectant, and medical professionals poking and prodding at your arm, you were finally being sent home.

You flopped down on the sofa the second you got through the door. You were exhausted. You closed your eyes and curled up into the corner of the couch, being careful not to agitate your arm, wishing you could fall asleep right then and there.

You were just about to doze off when you heard footsteps approaching. You didn't bother to look, only one other person was home.

"Scoot over, love,"

You did as you were told, making room for your girlfriend next to you. The second she was comfortable you laid yourself across her lap, finding it a bit awkward to get comfortable with the splint for your wrist.

Your eyes were shut once again as you felt something soft being nudged into your arms. You didn't have to look to know what it was. It was the stuffed animal Jenna bought you for your birthday, the absolute softest plush dinosaur you'd ever seen. You definitely haven't slept with it every night since then.

She draped a blanket over the two of you and by the time she started running her fingers through your hair, you were already asleep. The only sound in the room coming from your soft snores.

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my sweet sweet babe can you do a story where Eddie is a single dad of twins who are maybe in like 5th grade and Reader is Steve’s sister who works at the library and that’s where he meets her? Their names can be whatever you want!❤️❤️❤️

Hiii lovey!! So I am just now noticing you said 5th grade and not them being 5 so I am very sorry about that😂🙈 I went with them being 5 and this is very short but it’s to give you an idea of how a story like this could go? To test the waters if you will? I hope you enjoy💖

*The girl’s names are super random and can change if you have something you like better! It will 10000% not hurt my feelings if you hate the names lol*

*Eddie just wants to take his girls to get some new books but as always they have other ideas*

“Daddy is not going to let you get all those.” You place your hand over your mouth to cover your giggle as you see two little girls walk past you, both with their arms full of books.

“He will too they are his favorite.” You slowly follow behind them with your cart full of books to place back in their correct spot on the shelves. You can’t help but notice the section of the library they wondered out of, science fiction, which wouldn’t be an issue if they didn’t seem to be no older than maybe five or six.

“How do you know? You can’t even read.” The blonde one stops in her tracks and turns so she’s glaring at her brunette haired sister.

“Now that’s just rude.” You’re about to ask the little girls if they need help finding their dad when all of a sudden someone rounds the corner and lets out a dramatic sigh when he sees them.

“It’s about time.” He says as he reaches down and fixes the bow in the blonde girl’s hair that’s keeping half of it up while the rest flows freely past her shoulders. “I was about the send out a search party.” The girls laugh as he kneels down so he’s eye level with them. “Let’s see what we’ve got here….Rachel first since she’s the one who asked oh so nicely to visit the library in the first place.” The brunette little girl grins as she hands the man her pile of books.

You lean against your cart as you watch the interaction between the three of them. Rachel is all smiles as the man who you can only assume based on how all three of them have the same curly hair and big brown eyes is their dad, looks over her selection of books putting one in a stack next to his converse covered foot. The other little girl is patently waiting her turn but also smiling as her dad puts another book on the stack next to his foot.

“Excellent choices sweetheart but I say let’s maybe stick with the Harry Potter series for now and let’s save the Hunger Games for another time?” You feel your eyes go wide as he mentions two book series that are usually read by much older kids. Rachel just nods her head and picks up the two books next to his feet, both being Harry Potter books. “Now let’s see what you’ve got going on over here little miss Lydia.” You smile as she proudly hands over her stack of books and the man instantly smiles and nods as he picks up the first book on the stack. “Really? Again? We’ve read it six times already princess.” You see that the book in his hand is the Hobbit and you’re not surprised based on the other little girl’s selections.

“I like Bilbo.” Lydia explains and the man just smiles and puts it on the floor next to his foot, creating another keep pile like he did for Rachel.

“Honey…this is the whole Lord of the Rings trilogy…don’t you want something you haven’t heard before?” Lydia just shakes her head and he just lets out a sigh of defeat as he places the three books on top of the Hobbit. “Okay well let’s help Rachel put her books back that she’s not getting.” With that Lydia grabs one of the books that Rachel picked that didn’t make it to the keep stack as the man picks up the lord of the rings series.

“Told you he’d let me get them all.” Lydia smirks as Rachel just playfully rolls her eyes, you quickly try to act busy so it’s not painfully obvious you just spent the last five minutes watching a man and his little girls pick their next library books.

“Excuse me ma’am,” You turn your head and all of a sudden you’re face too face with the dad and you have to admit he is extremely handsome up close and personal. “Can they give these to you? I’d normally take them back myself but we are running late for someone’s music lessons.” He smiles down as Rachel before looking back up at you with hopeful eyes.

“Oh of course.” Rachel and Lydia each hand you a book and give you kind smiles before they turn and take off towards the front of the library so they can check out their books. “They have great taste.” You joke as you place the first two volumes of the hunger games on your cart full of go backs.

“They do don’t they? At least for two kids who can’t read yet and just make their dad do it all for them.” You laugh making Eddie smile as he moves the books in his arms to one side so he can reach his hand out towards you. “I’m Eddie…Munson.” You make a mental note of his name in your head because you swear you’ve heard it before as you reach your hand out to shake his.

“Nice to meet you Eddie.” You say after you introduce yourself. “I think you’re being summoned.” Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder and low and behold there’s his two girls waving him down and pointing at their wrists letting him know he needs to hurry because they’re already late, not that they are old enough to tell time but they just are impatient and want to leave the library.

“Ah yes my little timekeepers.” You laugh as he looks back at you and smiles. “Nice meeting you…maybe I’ll see you next time?” You’re not sure if he meant to ask it like a question but you just nod making him grin before he turns and heads off into the directions of his girls who are now visibly showing their annoyance of having to wait for him.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hii! How about a slightly darker marilyn x animal shapeshifter female student reader? Reader is a shapeshifter that only shapeshift into animals not people. Reader is so enamored with Marilyn that soon the classes and aiding Marilyn with her plants and doing whatever odd job for Marilyn just isn't enough, she shapeshifts into a cat and acts like a stray persuading Marilyn to feel sorry for her and adopt her.

Though an accident happens and reader takes an injury for Marilyn, she forgets that the injury transfers over to her animal form as well and Marilyn notices her cat has a familiar injury to reader, plus she realizes the reader and her cat has the same color eyes and angry she grasps reader/cat by the scruff of her neck and demands she shapeshifts back to where she interrogates crying apologizing reader. She puts 2 and 2 together and realizes the reader has a crush on her and it's like switch is turned and Marilyn's turns all sweet and degrading, "oh, is mommy's little pet in heat? Did you like spying on mommy? Watching me in the shower, getting dressed, touching myself late at night? Dirty little kitty" and then smut ensues, 😁and she ends up putting a collar around reader's neck before you go to class.

So maybe a squint of heat/breeding kink but lots of possessive mommy!dom and pet play, but no beastility! Just sex in human form lol

Thank you! Hope this ask was ok, and of course I always assume the reader is 19 or 20. You're frigging amazing!

Yess!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it!!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!!

Black cat, dark desire

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem Student, Shapeshifter! Reader

Warnings: smut, kinks,

Word count: 5,014

Summary: You’re crazy about her, and you can take it anymore, you think about doing something crazy to be with her…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“And what do I do with this?” You asked with a pot of arms. The plant gave you chills, it moved.

Marilyn, your teacher, smiled and pointed you to a corner of the conservatory.

“Leave it there, let’s try it to not bite someone,” she said, looking at you, funny.

You put the pot a little further from you and a little scared. The redhead laughed and made a gesture with her hands to indicate that it was not true.

“Calm down, (Y/N), it was just a joke,” she told you between laughs. You sighed with relief and left the pot where she indicated.

It was an afternoon like all the others. You weren't a girl who was nice to teachers with no reasons. Marilyn wasn't just a teacher to you, she was so much more. You spent your nights dreaming of being with her, her classes passed too quickly, you needed to spend more time with her. In Nevermore there were a lot of people you could fall in love with, but your stupid heart decided to fall in love with Marilyn Thornhill, that adorable and innocent botany teacher.

You could spend all day admiring her beauty, melting with her kindness, listening to her sweet voice as if it was some kind of heavenly song. You thought you had lost your mind to her when you asked her if she would let you help her after class, but your whole world lit up when she told you that you can do it. Her smile was going to drive you crazy, even more than you already were.

“Luckily, I wouldn't like a plant to bite me,” you said awkwardly. It would be giving them reasons to laugh at me.” Marilyn smiled again.

“I wanted to thank you for helping me. Not many people are interested in plants,” she told you, taking off her gloves.

“Well, I do,” you said, blushing.

The redhead smiled even more and looked at the old clock on the wall.

“You should go back now, I can take care of this,” she told you, sighing.

That phrase always made you feel like a stab wound through your heart. That day was worse. There were many things to do and thanks to that, you were able to spend more time with her. All good things always have an end.

“Okay. See you tomorrow, Miss Thornhill,” you said politely, trying not to sound as sad as you felt.

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N),” she replied.

You left the conservatory sighing and looking back, keeping the ridiculous hope that the redhead would call you from the door to tell you to come back, to stay with her, forever if possible.

You went back to your room to wash up a bit. Digging in the dirt and transplanting plants wasn't exactly the cleanest job.

You washed your hands and looked at yourself in the mirror, sad to feel so horribly frustrated.

“Surely if I was one of her plants she would pay more attention to me…” You murmured to yourself. You opened your eyes immediately after. An idea crossed your mind. A great, but a terrible idea at the same time. You had already crossed the limits of common sense, there was nothing that sounded bad to you anymore if it meant spending more time with Marilyn.

You took off your uniform jacket and left it on top of your bed. Luckily your partner wasn't there to see the madness that you had come up with. With one last cautious look, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Everything started to get bigger and a layer of fur started to cover your body.

You were a shapeshifter. But not one like the other shapeshifters. Your abilities only allowed you to transform into animals, whichever you wanted. Many times you transformed into a bird and took flight, feeling great freedom. You never thought of using that advantage for your crazy ideas, but that day you were especially attracted to the redhead. You had to try it at least.

Now you were no longer (Y/N), but a beautiful black cat with shiny fur. You knew Marilyn's sympathy for those animals. You'd crossed the line into insanity, stalking, but it felt awfully good to be a cute little kitten instead of a young lady crazy about her teacher.

You struggled, but you managed to open the door and start walking down the halls. Obviously in Nevermore it was possible for you to not attract someone's attention. Cats were more than common within those walls.

“Okay, there's no turning back, here I go,” you thought. You couldn't speak but you had great power instead, you could be extremely adorable.

You left the building and continued on your way to the conservatory. Many of your classmates tried to pet you and talked to you like you were a baby. You didn't want them to do it, you wanted her to do it.

The conservatory door was open. Perfect. You wouldn't know how to get her attention if it wasn't.

You crept past, to see your dear Marilyn working on some papers at a desk. It was very strange to see her doing anything other than taking care of her plants. You approached stealthily, and you sat on the ground, licking your paws.

“Oh, my God!” Marilyn yelled when she realized your presence. “What are you doing here, kitty?”

You stood up, approaching her, who was looking at you curiously.

“Are you lost?” She asked you with a tender voice, bending down.

You didn't make a move, you just purred, rubbing your face across her knee. She laughed at your unexpected gesture of affection.

“Oh, but how affectionate you are, aren't you?” She said, gently caressing your head. That she didn't know you weren't female didn't bother you at all. If your plan worked out, she would soon find out. Your purring intensified and you closed your eyes to enjoy her caresses even more.

“Are you thirsty, kitty?” She asked, as if she thought you would understand.

You meowed to answer “thirsty for you”. Fortunately she didn't understand you. She got up and went for a small plate, which she filled with water from a bottle.

“Here, drink,” she said leaving the water on the floor. You resigned. You didn't like having to drink like an animal, but you had to stick to the plan, and not arouse suspicion.

You drank from that water while the redhead looked at you affectionately. She sat back in the chair and continued with her paperwork. You weren't going to let yourself go unnoticed and you moved gracefully, jumping into her lap.

“Oh, do you want to be here with me? Fine, but be a good cat…” She said, scratching your neck. You were excited by that contact. You were a cat, but at least you could feel her hands on your skin, or rather your fur.

You were sitting on her lap while she corrected what looked like the works she sent you the week before. You moved to take a better look. Luckily you didn't have the vision of a cat, you could see things clearly, with all the colors. Otherwise, you would not have seen that she was correcting your work.

As if wanting to attract attention, you put your paw on top of the paper. Marilyn looked at you curiously and smiled.

“It's a good one, right?” She commented to you, subtly removing your paw from the paper. “(Y/N), one of my best students…”

You looked at her. It was just what you wanted, to talk about you. You wanted to know what she thought of you.

“She's attentive, a good student... And she's very pretty, by the way...” She whispered that last phrase, as if it were something she shouldn't say. You meowed almost helplessly. “But don't tell anyone that I said that, they would fire me...”

You meowed again, as if you promised to treasure that fantastic comment.

You kept doing that every afternoon, trying to get her to finally take pity on you and take you with her. One really cold day she finally decided to take you to her room. You couldn't describe what it was like to have her carry you in her arms. It was an indescribable feeling. You had gotten used to licking her hands, her face, which made her laugh affectionately. It was inevitable that she would want to give shelter to an animal as adorable as you.

It was difficult for you to adapt to this new life. You had to be in her room, but at the same time you had to be in Nevermore, like the student you really were. At night, after watching like a stalker how the redhead took a shower, you would sneak out the window and return to your room. Fortunately, your roommate stopped asking where you were all the time.

One night you didn't left. One night you stayed in her room. You thought you should go to jail for that, but when you saw that Marilyn didn't exactly get into bed to sleep, you decided to put your conscience aside, and enjoy the show. She didn't seem like the type of woman who enjoyed touching herself, but really, everyone changes when they're alone, and she's a woman after all. She also has her needs.

That night you couldn't sleep. You thought about everything you had seen and heard. Adorable and innocent Marilyn seemed to enjoy herself in a slightly wilder way than you might have imagined.

The next day everything had to go back to normal. You were in her bed, curled up on yourself, enjoying the thought that she was naked under the sheets, but the sun was peeking through the window, you would have to leave now, unfortunately. When you went back to your room and transformed again, you thought about the morality of your actions. You were lost, you had become a stalker, you had taken advantage of her kindness and you had deceived her. You didn't give it any importance. If that was the only way you had to be by her side, it was the right thing to do.

Everything was going normally. Marilyn didn't suspect a thing and you were still able to enjoy those little moments with her in your human form.

“I hope I can show her to you some day. I don't know why, but every morning she sneaks out the window,” The redhead told you, taking care of one of her plants.

“That's cool, I love cats,” you said, pretending that she wasn't talking about you.

“She is an adorable cat, and very good…”She commented, looking up at you.

You nodded, feeling a little guilty. You looked up, where a glass jar teetered on top of a bookcase.

“Watch out!” You yelled, pulling Marilyn out of the way of the jar, which shattered on the floor. One of the pieces of glass went through your arm, making a cut that immediately began to bleed.

“My God, (Y/N), are you okay? Oh... Your arm...” She told you, looking at your wound, worried.

 “It's nothing,” you said, hiding the dizziness that seeing your own blood caused you.

“It's a very ugly cut, honey. Come, let's heal you,” she told you, taking you by the wrist.

She sat you down at one of the desks and went for the first aid kit, taking out several bottles and some bandages.

“By the way, thanks, that thing would have fallen on my head,” she told you, while she showed your wounded arm. It was definitely much better to transform into a cat than to receive a cut on the arm. Her hands touching your skin made you tremble, but in reality the wound hurt, you couldn't think much about it.

“Sorry, it's going to hurt a bit,” she said, pouring some liquid on a cotton ball. You closed your eyes and pursed your lips so as not to complain.

It stung a lot, but appearing brave was your priority at the moment.

“You can complain, I know how much it stings, honey,” she told her softly, rubbing the wound delicately

“No, it's okay, it's not that bad… Ahhh!” You yelled when the pain became unbearable. She smiled, watching your facade fall. You cursed to yourself.

“That's it... Just hold on a little longer,” she told you, trying to calm you down. Her voice was like a sedative to you and soon the pain was gone.

Carefully, she put some bandages around your wound and patted your leg.

“Done. Now go back to Nevermore, I have to pick up all of these glasses and I don't want you to hurt yourself anymore.”

You nodded head down and left the building.

You didn't come back later like a cat. You weren't stupid, you didn't want to step on any glass, you'd faint if you saw blood again.

You decided to wait for the sun to go down to escape through your window. You had to remove the bandage. That made you sad, she had done it with all her love. But you had a date with her caresses, and that was more important.

Her window was closed, but she was already in the room. You meowed intensely and scratched at the glass, drawing her attention.

“Oh, you're here kitty,” she said, opening the window. You jumped into her and rubbed against her legs like you usually did. “Where do you go every day? You make me very worried.”

She caressed your back affectionately. Another meow came out of your mouth, as if you were trying to carry on a conversation.

“Surely you've spent the day chasing birds, right?” She asked you affectionately.

You jumped on her bed, purring. She took the plate with water that she had for you and went to change it, with a tender smile, the one she always had. You went down to the ground again, when she left your plate full of fresh water and caressed you between your ears. It looked like she was going to turn around, but something caught her eye.

“Oh, you're hurt, what happened to you honey?” She asked worriedly, picking you up and examining your paw.

“Shit,” you said to yourself. Your cut on the arm was still there, no matter what you transformed into, all the details of your skin showed up too.

“Come here, let me examine you…” She said, sitting on the bed and looking at your injury with concern.

She frowned when she saw the cut, surely it looked familiar to her. It was time for evasive action. You started to writhe in her arms, but she had more strength than you in that state. She got to keep you off. You snorted desperately.

“Stay still, don't move,” she commanded, keeping her grip on you firmly. “It's not possible…” She whispered, running a finger over your wound. It obviously didn't look like a wound made from a tree branch. She was treated and cured and surely that was what she was thinking.

She held your head and looked into your eyes. Another thing you hadn't noticed. The color of that cat's eyes was the same as yours, they even had the same imperfection in the iris that you had.

Her face went from worried to angry in a second.

“(Y/N)?” She asked incredulously.

Your meow was more like an agonized wail, and you tried to wriggle away again, to no avail. Marilyn snorted and grabbed the skin of your neck, holding you in the air and preventing you from moving. Cat stuff.

“Tell me it's not you, that I'm imagining it,” she told you angrily, while she held you. You meowed, unable to move. “Very good, young lady. Show yourself.”

You meowed, denying yourself. The redhead shook you roughly, losing her patience.

“Do you want us to call Weems? She is also a shapeshifter, I'm sure it won't take two seconds to her to recognize you,” she told you, threatening. You meowed desperately. “No? Well show yourself.”

Marilyn put you down. You thought about running away and you looked at the window. The redhead was faster and she closed it before you could even think to jump.

“Not so fast, young lady,” she told you, putting her hands on her hips.

You were cornered, you had nowhere to escape. Your heart was beating very quickly and the desire you had to cry clashed with your animal condition. You decided to give up, face the consequences of your actions. You sat on the ground and little by little your human form began to be glimpsed. Of course you weren't wearing any clothes.

At last you could cry, when the fur began to disappear from your skin. You drew your knees up to cover yourself as best you could.

“Oh, for God's sake, wait, I'll find something for you to cover yourself with,” the redhead said, sighing, going to a coat rack. She grabbed one of her coats and threw it at you rudely.

You cried desperate, ashamed. Clumsily, you covered yourself with the coat, covering all your shame.

“I would like to hear an explanation, (Y/N). It's been you all the time, right?” She asked, visibly upset.

You nodded, unable to stop crying. That was the most humiliating moment of your life.

“Stop crying, (Y/N). I want to know why you did it,” she told you, crouching down in front of you.

“I…I…” you sobbed. The redhead raised her eyebrows.

“You what? Did you have fun spying on me? Did you want to embarrass me? Is this some kind of joke from your classmates? Come on, talk.”

“No! It's not any joke. I did it because I wanted to, nobody knows, I promise,” you said abruptly. She nodded and sighed, her expression relaxing.

“And why did you do it?” She asked, with a softer and more pious tone.

“I… I… I… like you…” You said murmuring, avoiding her gaze. Her eyes widened in surprise and she stood up again. “I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was doing...”

“I think you did know, (Y/N). Get up,” she told you, offering you her hand to help you. You picked it up and stood up, always covering yourself with her coat.

“I, I'm sorry…” You sobbed. “Please don't say anything to Weems, I won't do it again, I promise.”

She blinked rapidly and flashed an unsettling smile.

“I'm not going to tell Weems anything. I just want you to tell me one thing…” She whispered, taking a few steps closer to you. You were terrified, at no time did you think about the tone with which she said that phrase.

“I…I…Sure,” you said, wiping your tears with your arm. Suddenly Marilyn lunged at you, pushing you against the wall. You were surprised and a little scared. She was looking at you with a wicked smile, she seemed to enjoy looking at the skin that peeked out in the middle of the two parts of the coat.

“Did you enjoy being on my lap?” She asked in your ear. A chill ran through your body. “Did you have a good time when you saw me naked in the shower?”

You didn't know how to respond. You could tell the truth, that they were the most erotic moments of your life, or you could lie and miss out on that opportunity that was in front of you. It could be a trap, but you didn't think about it at all. She would never do something like that with a student if she wasn't doing it for real.

“I…” You whispered.

“Don't be shy, you weren't when you spied on me… But how can you be so cheeky, (Y/N). Me thinking that you were a poor lost kitten, and it turns out that she was one of my students... A very perverted one...” She hissed, running a hand over your chest, caressing the bare skin that went from your clavicle to your belly.

“I'm sure you enjoyed it even more last night... You were there, next to me when I was touching myself, right? You heard all the things I whispered as I pleasured myself. It had to be overwhelming for a kitty as dirty as you.”

You were shaking. Those words came from the mouth of the woman you loved for a long time. You couldn't deny that you were turned on by the way she talked to you. She didn't look like the lovely Marilyn Thornhill.

“I…”

“Answer when I ask you, (Y/N), don't be mean…” She told you, making a pout. “Did you enjoy seeing mommy naked? Talk.”

“Yes,” you finally said, closing your eyes, afraid of her reaction. She just laughed, moving closer to your mouth.

“Do you want to kiss me? Would you like me to do those things you saw me doing last night?” She asked, with her lips touching yours. You nodded after which you kissed her hungrily and passionately. She kissed you back, cupping your face with her hands.

“You got lucky. I couldn't stop thinking about you... I never thought that you really wanted me...” She said between kisses. “We're going to have a great time, you and me.”

The kisses were hot, unrestrained, filled with an almost unbearable desire. She laughed as she enjoyed the way you melted.

“What a pretty pet I have... So obedient, so needy...” She whispered, taking her hand between your legs, sliding down your wet center. “Umm, what's wrong, kitty? Are you in heat?”

Her voice was tender but her words were dark, wicked. You couldn't do anything but nod. Feeling her hand running through those places on your body was a sensation capable of completely paralyzing you.

“You're soaked, my pretty kitty…” She whispered in your ear, before kissing your neck and biting it greedily. “Come here, mommy will take care of you...”

Saying that, she grabbed your wrist, taking you to the bed and pushing you on top of it.

“Take this off, darling, you don't need it, you're with me…” She said as she slipped her coat around your shoulders. “That's it... How beautiful is my kitty...”

You felt a current of cold pass through your body. You were trembling, waiting for what you had wanted for so long. She was looking at you hungrily as if she had been going through the same thing as you. Her abrupt reaction to knowing that you felt something for her told you that indeed, it was so.

“Let me ease you, my love…” She whispered, leaning into you, her hand back between your legs. “Don't move, ok? Be a good pet to mommy.”

You nodded, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your eyes couldn't get away from hers, which looked at you studying all your little reactions when she skillfully moved her hand around that area.

“Don't be so quiet, I want to hear your sweet voice, darling…” She told you, moving closer to your entrance.

“I… I…” It was stupid that you could only say that. You were overwhelmed by events.

“Say how much you want mommy to do this to you. I want to hear it,” she ordered you, darkening her tone of voice a bit.

“I… I want you to do it, Miss Thornhill…” You said shyly. She laughed and slapped your leg, digging her nails into your flesh.

“Wrong, honey. You shouldn't call me that way. Do you think you should call that way to who has been taking care of you all these days?”

“No, no,” you answered, hissing in pain as you felt her nails on your skin.

“Do it properly, honey…” She whispered, removing her nails from your leg and continuing her sensual caresses in your center.

“Mommy… Please,” you said, sure that was the correct way to refer to her. You didn't find it disturbing at all, you dreamed of much worse things.

“That's it, honey, very good. Open those precious legs for mommy…” She ordered you.

You obeyed, lying on the bed as you began to pant. The pleasure you already felt intensified when you felt her fingers slowly entering inside you. You wanted it so much, you had been imagining how it would feel for so long... The reality was definitely much better.

“Do you like it, honey? Do you like how mommy takes care of you?” She asked, while she kept a constant rhythm that made you see the stars.

“Yes… More… Please,” you asked as if it were a dark wish, as if your desire spoke for you.

“Shhh, my girl… Patience.”

You couldn't afford patience. You had been waiting too long. You gripped the sheets tightly, while your moans came out of their own accord. The shame you felt disappeared, you only felt pleasure. She kissed your legs, she caressed you, whispering words of love and care while she did it. You felt her, but she was far from you, you couldn't touch her body. It made you a little desperate.

You felt how her fingers curled into you, sending you straight up to heaven. The moan you emitted was so loud that Marilyn had to ask you to shut up, to lower your voice. You made a great effort to do it. Suppressing the pleasure you felt only made you more aroused and finally, you hunched your back. Bursting with pleasure.

“Do you feel better now, kitty?” She asked, climbing on top of you.

You nodded, surrounding her body with your arms, kissing her with passion and gratitude for the pleasure she had given you.

“You're a good girl, (Y/N), I've been so lucky to find you…” She whispered, caressing your cheek in a slightly different way, tenderly. “Will you be my cute pet? Will you do everything I ask you?”

You nodded as she watched in astonishment as she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse.

“What a good girl…” She said, letting her garment fall from her shoulders. “Come here, my love, show me that you can make mommy happy,” she told you, pulling your hand for you to sit up. Her clothes gradually disappeared while she took your place, lying on the bed.

You stood in front of her, who spread her legs suggestively as she caressed herself gently. She waved her hand for you to come to her and you complied, still trying to recover from what had happened before.

“Give me your love, (Y/N), I want to feel your lips on my skin…” She whispered, pushing your head between her legs.

You could hardly react. That feeling was even better than before. You had her in front of you, you could taste her, touch her. It was like in your dreams. Your mouth melted into her skin just as you imagined when you returned to your room. You wanted to make her enjoy, show that you were good, that you were worth. You moved impatiently, grabbing her legs to keep her still while your tongue ran through the most private part of her.

“You're so sweet, (Y/N)…” She sighed, beginning to pant as your tongue moved faster, motivated by her words.

Her gasps turned into soft, discreet moans, at least more discreet than yours. You were going crazy, you were the cause of those moans, of those words of love and affection.

“Stop playing, honey. Make love to me now... Mommy is impatient to have you inside her...” She ordered you, gently pulling your hair.

You obeyed, looking up to see her eyes. She frowned at you and took one of your hands, guiding it to her crotch.

“Like that, my love…” she told you, moving your hand along her folds. After a few seconds, she took her hand away, leaving you free to touch her however you preferred.

Feeling her warmth on your fingers was an explosion of love, of desire. That hot and wet sensation reactivated your senses again. She was so cute… Little by little, you began to pick up the pace, feeling her moans grow faster and higher.

“My precious kitty…” She gasped, moving her hips to make you speed up your movements. You paid attention to her discreet signals.

After a few minutes in silence, only listening to moans and fuss, her breathing quickened and her hand went back to your hair, pulling it hard, while letting herself be overcome by the pleasure you were causing her.

“Oh, my good girl… You have made me so happy…” She sighed, kissing you on the forehead.

“I love you,” you said almost without thinking. She looked at you and smiled.

“Oh, I know, my love… Me too…” She told you as she got up from the bed. She went to the bathroom and put on a towel. “I think Mommy needs a shower, honey. You should go back to your room.”

“Can I…?” You asked. You didn't know if she would let you do what you were thinking, but to your surprise, she nodded without you finishing your sentence.

The shower was affectionate, nothing sexual. You hugged each other while the hot water ran over your bodies.

“Now you really should go back,” the redhead said, combing her hair. You agreed. “You should turn into a cute kitten if you don't want to go naked through the halls…” She joked.

You were about to leave already, but she stopped you, grabbing your wrist.

“Wait, (Y/N), I have something for you,” She said, going to look for something in her bag. From it she took out a collar, obviously for a cat, but it was pretty, no one had to know that it wasn't for a person. You smiled when you saw it, while the redhead approached to put it on.

“I want you to wear this, my love. It was for my kitty, but I think that it also looks good on you,” she said, buttoning it up. “Now go away.”

You nodded and transformed again, jumping to the window, which the redhead opened.

“Oh, and (Y/N)…”

You meowed.

“The next time you want to see me, you don't have to scratch the window. Just scratch the door...”

[procuder]

Let's see some of what they have sacrificed (a whole chapter lol I'm almost crying no I'm crying so hard rn I won't shut up about it) for that 'I want to be his friend' (my ass) scene! (I'm only choosing my favorite)

So, only after both of og lloyd and suho were on the train, before og lloyd got reincarnated btw ☺️ so we will see. What we were robbed just for half of chapter.

"Seriously? Are you still sulking?" Lloyd lifted his brow. "..." "What? Why? What? Don't look at me like that. Speak." "..." Ghost frontera didn't speak. But its gaze at Lloyd was distinctly different from a while ago. There wasn't anger, resentment, frustration, or any of the negative emotions that played across its eyes as it blewoff steam at Lloyd. The corners of Lloyd's lips rose slightly. "Hey, you're grateful but embarrassed for getting angry at me earlier, right?" "..." "I can see you flinching in guilt." "Oh, tsk... Come on." "If you're thankful, just say it. Don't curse me out."

And what's more funny is how suho cares for og lloyd lmao this is the proof that shows us how good person he is. And. You know. Yeah I'd rather not talking about how they portray his character out like that I cannot shut up.

"Hey, tell me if you feel motion sick." "Why?" "I'll remove the trap. That way, you can stick your head out and vomit." "I might as well just kick you out of the trap," growled Ghost Frontera. "Did you forget already how i beat you up after you tried to do that?" "No, I didn't, bastard," huffed Ghost Frontera. "Then let's just go reincarnate like a good boy. Anyway, how do you feel? What does it feel like to be the passenger of this monumental train?" "Well, nothing much." Ghost Frontera roughly scratched its jaw. "I want to get a drink. It's been a while."

Man...the more I write, the more sad I become when these good things are replaced with something. I don't know, you thought it was boring so you changed it? Even if it's just an unnecessary conversation but you know what? That allows readers to get to know the characters more. Get to know the character's attitude more. And can also relate more to that character...but...sigh. just. Sigh.

So I'm going to share my views on og lloyd right here. Tbh, he's a trash. Yes, he's inherently bad. And some people are just that bad no matter how good their family is. But if you try to analyze it through lloyd's pov on his home and his family. It's another kind. He finds his place boring and he is always dissatisfied with it. But with the little information we've gotten about what he was like when he was very young, and things he's noticed, even he considers them very boring. Of course, even though this bitch is a trash lol I never forgive him for what he had done (like-hate relationship for me and him lol)

Okay so. Hear me out. He did care for his family (*ahem* JAVIER EXCLUDED!!!!) but instead of changing himself he chose to let it be....yeah ykwim🤷‍♂️ As I've said before, he cares about his family and he knows he shouldn't have done that in the first place. But he was not the one to even say it because he thought he would do it in his next life. What makes you think that he'll do whatever tf he does in the webcomic? Lmao let me grab your collar and have some private discussion!!!

"You're heartless bastard. Don't you miss your family back there?" "No. My parents all passed away." Ghost Frontera paused for second before saying, "They say your family is always with you as long as they're in your heart. Cheer up, scumbag." "What are you saying?" Lloyd frowned with a smile. "Forget it. What about my parents? Are they well?" "Of course. They are as healthy as a horse." "Really?" "Yeah." Lloyd stared at Frontera. Then he continued in honesty, "Come to think of it, I'm relaying this news late. The Frontera family is no longer a barony." "What? What do you mean?" "It's county now." "Whaaat?" Ghost Frontera's eyes windened. "Surprising, right? I'm surprised too. Anyway, the count has resumed his hobby recently too." "Wood carving?" "Uh-huh. There are a bunch of wooden sculptures in the study already." "Then what about Mother's garden?" "It's still there. Oh, it has doubled in size. But I'm slightly worried about the count's back and knees." "What's up with that old man's back and knees?" "He's helping out with the gardening. He insists on crouching and giving a hand when he's not used to the work." "Tsk. I guess the man is still senseless as always." "Aren't you going to ask about Julian?" "Don't have to. He's a smart kid, so I'm sure he's doing well on his own."

And ;) they replaced these precious conversation with that. Changed long ass heartwarming conversation into 3 speech bubbles just to sped up the story and ooc'd literally every characters. I'm so okay sir. I'm completely okay.

This is just a part of chapter 243 you know TT you know how much we were robbed right? I am okay right now. It's not like I'm going to talk about how they manage to portray my king hellkaros like that too. Yeah I'm to tally okay with it!

Anyway, it's true that og lloyd cares about his family but, dumbass. he hated javier so much you know lee hyunmin-nim you already have read ch 408 how the hell did you manage to understand that 'wow this guy is actually a good person maybe he even wanted to be friends with javier too!' How????????????? He cared for his family, yes. And javier was there too? No. He's scumbag? Obviously. So he's a good person? NO DUMBASS. LOOK WHAT HE HAVE DONE TO EVERYONE AND TELL ME HOW.

Or are you just not good at writing complex characters? lol Not even mentioning what he was reincarnated as...

Qidjwkwiduiqoq I'm ; ;;; arugh. qidjqkqodk okay sir. well done.

I'll draw og lloyd and suho conversation soon ^^ watch me draw what it supposed to be soon! Watch me!!!!!!!

Also, how the hell again did you think he cared for his estate may i ask some simple question.

[changelingsandothernonsense]

Wip Whenever

It's the first day of spring kids! I want winter to come back... Tagged by both @mareenavee and @orfeoarte <3 I get to this really late so I imagine everyone else has been tagged/ I probably shouldn't be a bother with my art wips lol. Anyway, we have art and writing... I've been doing a bit of costume design. That and we finished Josh's hair in the render and we will start with that.

Josh fucking about in his big, fancy warlord tent before assaulting Red Mountain. That man built an army and is choosing to be a tart about it. Let him be... also probably the longest extent of his hair. :P This is long so under a cut the rest goes!

Next, I've been playing with two concepts the first is Josh's Twin Lamps persona Molag’shaln. Oh, it's a whole arch.

And the next is Josh's appearance as of 4th Era 199. Complete with Ashlander ritual scaring. These symbolise atonement (yes Yani has the same style, he got them as atonement for familial mistakes, Josh's is Red Mountain related). Oh and the mullet stays, I can't help myself. It's too him.

Josh is done with everyone ever for the reasons below... Writing! Been working on Serious Mistakes again and yes...its a Josh chapter. Josh is in a fight then he gets tired.

Hang on.

“What?” He hissed under his breath.

Something whizzed past Teldryn’s right ear, the sound vibrating the hollow helmet. He felt a heat erupt behind him and smelt the stench of burning fabric, wood, roasting fish, ash yams. He turned to face the bazaar and saw the canopies had caught alight, the flames spreading through the marketplace with a ferocity that suggested an accelerant. He realised that he hadn’t smelt anything but sulphur, ash storms... Surely, he hadn’t missed something that obvious! He rushed back towards the marketplace. A small group of well-armoured mercenaries were clashing with a growing contingent of Redoran Guard. He scanned the battle scene, searching for the Argonian who stole his belongings earlier that day. Nothing! Wait! Scales!

The scene was a blur as Teldryn rushed in. Golden moonstone sword clashing with blades of iron, steel. He moved between the mercenaries like a dancer, skewering one particularly persistent one who would just not fall to his sword the first five times he slashed at him. He hastily pushed the dying Nord off his blade with the heel of his boot.

He looked around the scene before him, the shadows from the fire were disorientating and the smoke was beginning to choke the air from his lungs. No! He can’t have lost that bastard yet! Not when he was so close! There was a sudden movement. A peculiar figure in dark leather armour was racing north up the main street towards the city gates. Slight, his tail bobbing in rhythm with his gate. He’d found his man! 

He heard a woman scream.

He looked behind him, attempting to locate the out-of-place noise. Not far from the entrance to the Netch was his answer. A Khajiit was tugging a slight dunmeri woman by her hair. His clawed hands unsheathing his sword. Time seemed to stand still for several moments. Teldryn looked back towards the fleeing Argonian. Then towards the Khajiit. He watched as the Dunmeri woman reached for the small weapon at her belt. The Khajiit moved his blade towards her abdomen. Shit! He ran towards the mercenary, sword in hand. He grabbed the fucker by the throat and plunged his blade through the cat’s spine. Bone cracking and giving to his blade, the slightest smell of burned flesh and hair wafted on the wind. The Khajiit gurgled as his body finally went limp against the blade.

They really just make it too easy?

He let out a breath and looked over the mess before him. The Dunmeri woman had landed on the ground. Auburn hair fell wildly over her face. The front of her terracotta tunic now soaked a dark red. She stared back up at him with those same wide, amaranth-coloured eyes he’d first noticed at the corner club weeks ago. What was she still doing out here? Practically unarmed and totally underprepared!

What was she thinking?

Why do you care?

“Damn Outlanders, never paying attention! You’ll get yourself killed!” He scolded. Teldryn pulled his blade from the now lifeless mercenary and dropped the sod to the ground before the woman. He lightly flicked the errant blood to the side and watched as the woman before him smiled and tilted her head to the side. 

He didn’t mind that. He also didn’t have time for this.

Don’t lose him!

Shit! Right again! Teldryn looked back towards the main gates, the faint shadow of his mark disappearing amongst the darkness. He was right, the Raven Rock Gaols were the target. He took off in pursuit, all his focus on reaching those cells before that fuck could disappear into the tunnels. He moved through the dying chaos, certain that the rest of Veleth’s men could handle whatever mercenaries were left. Teldryn sprinted back through the main street slowing down to a light jog as he approached the Bulwark. He can’t lose him down those tunnels. Not now!

He reached the shabby wooden door that led to the town’s gaols. It had been left wide open.

Teldryn quickly entered the narrow passageway, carefully closing the door behind him. He didn’t need anyone else following him. Not when he was so close! He stomped through the dimly lit corridor towards the singular cell that lay at the end. The barred gate had been unlocked and left wide open. The room before him was empty save for the small, extremely uncomfortable cot that lay in the corner. He had spent more nights than he cared to admit on that thing. And yet, as exhaustion began to settle in his bones once again that old cot seemed just as inviting as his bed back at the Retching Netch.

By Azura had he really wasted this much energy?

[8loveletters]

"there's something i want to show you"

pairing: xu minghao x gn reader

word count: ~1.2k

genre: fluff, established relationship

content warnings: some kissing, mentions of the holiday season (no celebrating), the reader is implied to be shorter than minghao, there's a very very light suggestive remark at the end. lmk if i should add anything else!

a/n: another fluffy mess i wrote very quickly in my notes app lol hope you like it!!

when you walked out of your office building at the end of another long work day, you were surprised to see your boyfriend waiting there on the sidewalk for you. minghao's face lit up when he saw you and he greeted you with a big hug. it felt warmer than usual, but you thought it was just because of how cold the weather had gotten.

"hi honey, how was work?" his voice was so cheerful that it made you forget how exhausted you were just moments before.

"eh, same as every other day. what are you doing here, hao?" it wasn't that you weren't absolutely delighted to see him, but he was usually still working well after you got off, so you were a bit confused.

"i finished my work early and thought i'd surprise you." he somehow answers the question you hadn't even asked aloud yet. he was so perceptive he could usually tell how you were feeling or what you were thinking just by looking at your face. this was amazing most of the time, but could be annoying because it made it nearly impossible for you to ever be the one to surprise him.

you laced your hands and fingers together and started your walk home. as the cold early winter air blew, you instinctively wrapped your free arm around his and brought yourself closer to his body to keep warm. although he wasn't much for pda beyond holding hands and some short hugs and kisses here and there, he found you especially cute in this moment and donned a fond smile without saying a word.

you kept walking for a bit and venting about your day while minghao listened attentively and silently. you were so distracted that you hadn't even noticed you passed the corner you were supposed to turn at blocks ago. "oh, wait." you stop in your tracks forcing him to a halt as well. "we missed our turn. why didn't you say anything?"

you're a bit confused when he looks at you with such a carefree smile. "i thought we could take a little detour today. there's something i want to show you."

you nod with a smile and know that asking him to give you any hints would be futile. he never cracks, and it's more fun for things to be a total surprise anyways.

the sun starts to set as you make your way to your mystery destination. you are so lost in your conversation with minghao that you hardly notice the temperature drop. however your boyfriend does notice how your body instinctively presses even closer to his own, and it sends enough heat throughout his body starting from his cheeks to warm the both of you.

finally, you make your way to a city park that has been beautifully decorated with lights for the holiday season. he looks over at you and lets out a laugh filled with adoration when he sees how your face and eyes light up at the sight. one thing you both had in common and loved about each other was your ability to see and appreciate the beauty in almost anything.

"hao, this is so beautiful." you turn to face him and realize he has already been staring at you this whole time with a soft grin.

looking only at you he replies, "it sure is." he cups your cold cheeks with his warm hands and brings you into a passionate kiss. as if it couldn't feel any more like a cheesy romantic holiday movie, it starts to lightly snow as you embrace under all the twinkling lights.

after your lips finally part and your head comes down from the clouds you hear him say, "actually there's more i wanted to show you."

you can't help but notice how particularly bold minghao is being tonight. he has always been a passionate and romantic person, but he usually doesn't make such public displays of his affection for you. he likes to save all of that for home when he has you all to himself. something is different today, but you still can't figure out what.

he grabs you by the hand and leads you down a more secluded path away from all the crowds of couples taking pictures in front of the lights. by this time the sun has completely disappeared and it's a bit dark, but you can see a soft light glowing from further down the path.

before you go any further he stops you. "here, put this on." he pulls one of his small, pretty silk scarves out of his coat pocket.

"honey, i'm already wearing a scarf. plus, i don't think this will do much to protect me against the cold." the confusion on your face grows even more severe when he just chuckles back at you.

"no, silly." he moves so he is behind you now. he feels you flinch a bit as he begins to wrap the scarf around your eyes. "just trust me, okay?" you relax at his soothing voice and let him guide you a few more steps down the path.

finally he stops you and you feel him leave your side. he moves so gracefully you don't even hear him, but suddenly hear his voice come from in front of you now. "okay, you can take it off now." you unslip the loose knot he had tied at the back of your head. you drop it to the ground in shock when you see the sight before you.

minghao is down on one knee with lights spelling out 'will you marry me?' decorating the tress behind him. he just waits there silently with his precious smile for your response.

"oh, minghao..." you trail off as the tears start to flow out. you drop to your knees in front of him and pounce on him with a hug that sends you both all the way to the ground. "yes! a million times, yes." you let out before drowning his whole face in countless kisses.

eventually you both turn into laughing messes as you realize how ridiculous you look on the ground, hair and clothes all disheveled. you help each other to your feet and dust each other off. minghao looks down at you and brushes a leaf from your hair. he stops with his fingers entwined in the hair behind your ear and looks you dead in the eyes. you can see all the love he has for you stored in his gaze and it makes your cheeks heat up and stomach feel fuzzy.

"i love you, y/n." he brings his hand around so it is caressing your cheek, and wipes away the tear that had begun rolling down it. he then reaches down and grabs your hand and places a soft kiss on it before reaching into his pocket and placing the most beautiful ring on your finger. it's more stunning than anything you ever could have hoped for.

"i love you, minghao. so much." he brings you into his warm embrace and places a kiss on the top of your head. you stay there in that moment before a cold wind gusts through and makes you both shiver.

"come on, my love. let's go home and warm up a bit." the hint of suggestive mischief in his tone excites you, but you also can't help but laugh. you've never been happier than you are in this moment.

you take his hand and let him lead you into the rest of your lives together.

[angstmongertina]

Wow, I am terrible at technology, that last ask was supposed to be for Lia/Lyon I just... Hit send early? Or something? Idek anymore.

I randomed an "11" for you this time!

(Feel free to 🌀 yourself if you don't like 11 though)

So I absolutely meant to write additional scenes for this but I've been wholly distracted by a separate Cinderella AU for them now, so I will just post what I have so it doesn't burn a hole in my fic folder while I work on the whole AU lol. Thank you for the prompt! <3 I did, in fact, decide to run with 11 and it ended with me realizing what exactly Lia saw in Lyon in the first place, so thank you for that as well! :D

11. Heartbeat

At first, she approached him out of a sense of propriety. After all, as a delegate at the Seven Kingdoms Summit, she had a duty to meet as many of her fellows as possible, as soon as possible. And, given the circumstances surrounding her attendance, that Included the rest of the delegation from her own kingdom.

What possessed her to approach the Duke first and foremost was less apparent. It was certainly not from any encouragement on his side—while few of the Jiyelese delegation seemed to possess any more enthusiasm for socialization than she, a young lady who was attending out of obligation rather than desire, did, the duke was hardly one of them, though his expression seemed more… guarded, more uncomfortable, than anything else.

Perhaps that was it; it was not immutable, his attitude towards their fellow delegates. It was born of discomfort, likely of longstanding isolation, and she couldn’t help but try.

And shockingly, wonderfully, it worked. Oh, he had few words at first, his conversation stilted enough that it seemed to be an intentional obstacle on his part, but he was not immune to light coaxing and gentle teasing, even allowing a subtle smile to soften his features at her most pointed comments. And the words came easily, once she noticed his faint hint of interest. It was guarded, of course, carefully buried beneath stoic masks and, very likely, pointed reminders of what topics were and were not appropriate for social niceties, but once she did notice, it seemed almost impossible to not see the subtle shifts in his expression, the flicker of genuine enthusiasm in his eyes, as she ventured to ask his opinion on Mozi and Lisi, and offer hers in return.

It was a strange thing, to engage in such a discussion. After years of having only her family and servants as company, years where her conversations were on crop rotations and book balancing rather than philosophical treatises and academic debate, it was unfamiliar to banter and quip, to speak of theories and abstractions that she had only managed to glean through books borrowed and perused on late nights, made later by extra work. It was strange. It was enjoyable.

It was… right, somehow.

Still, she was not so deeply enthralled in the discussion that she missed the glances they received from the others, a mix of curious and calculating, particularly from other, no doubt more eligible, young ladies.

Then again, she did not require training for the summit to know that she was close to overstepping the bounds of propriety with the length of their conversation.

As she excused herself, he returned her formal farewell with alacrity, bowing and excusing himself a retreat into his self-imposed exile, in a corner far from the rest of their fellows, with a speed that perhaps should have been discouraging. And yet, even so, there was a change in his posture, in the manner with which he held himself, that lessened the disapproval which had earlier seemed to radiate off of him. For a moment, she granted herself a moment to pause, allowing the success of the interaction to bolster her nerve.

Maybe, just maybe, she was not quite so out of her league. Indeed, perhaps, she could make a small difference in her own way, could make some… pleasant memories, or even friends, from the unfortunate circumstances. Even if she did still have the rest of the gauntlet to face.

Taking a deep breath, she turned back to the rest of the hall and summoned her most friendly smile, though even so, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing back towards the corner, towards him, with a silly smile that she couldn’t fight, even if she wanted to.

And, strangely, wonderfully, she had no desire to.

[wandapinkay]

HIIIII it's friendly anon back again!! ヾ(ゝω・)ノ

the pleasure is all mine, i assure you! :D i was a bit apprehensive to drop in your inbox at first - since i'm not well-versed in self-shipping culture and ask culture on this site is tragically dead - but i got a cool new parasocial friendship out of it and i discovered a new and exciting way to consume media and enjoy characters, so i'm glad that i did!! \^o^/ it took me a long time to realize it, but i truly think self-shipping was the last piece of the puzzle that i was missing in my previous hyperfixations. so what if that man is fictional, what do you mean he can't be mine??

in other news, i've already gotten four of my friends to watch steins;gate and i also recently convinced my sister and her husband to give it a try! i have rewatched the entire show three times alone this month, i am fully insane 🙏

WAITTTT THOSE CATBOY EDITS ARE SO CUTE ACTUALLY 🥺🥺i'm so impressed with how authentic they look, how did you capture the steins;gate style so well?? the second one on particular looks so real, suddenly i'm convinced daru was a catboy the whole time and i just never noticed lol

MAD respect for that 200-unit daru pic collection btw, i've been deep-diving in the darkest corners of the internet for fanart of okabe and i have found some amazing comics featuring daru that made me think of you ( ¯ ³¯)♡! on that note, i've also seen some very sweet drawings of daru with baby suzuha which, out of curiosity, made me wonder what your thoughts on them are together as father and daughter! i adore them honestly, but i'm curious to know if you feel differently about them since you self-ship with daru! i've seen a couple selfshippers in another fandom i frequent who have drawn fankids with their f/o's before and that got me wondering since suzuha is a unique case :)

ASDFJAKSFKSF YES THAT WAS THE NAME OF THE VN idk why i called it that, i think someone else called it that in a reddit post-

nevertheless, my point stands. i cannot even begin to express my disappointment that we didn't get to see daru OR okabe in a maid outfit. heck, we didn't even get to see daru in his penguin suit (though the fact that he was really popular in it made me cackle)! i mean it when i say that if the devs hadn't been cowards and gave us frilly daru and okabe, i would not have looked even twice at the girls. the men yearn for the frills!!! \o/

wahhhh you really are so nice, i appreciate you a bunch :) :) and wow, i thought for sure you'd been part of the community for longer than a year, you seem so comfortable here! was it easy for you to get settled in the community? you've been so nice, but i'm a bit scared to dip my toes in the self-shipping tag if you have any advice👉👈 (thank you again for being so kind and accommodating!! ^^;)

I DID, I SAID THE LINE!! WHERE IS MY PRIZE

your message has been delivered and summarily ignored except for the kiss which he accepted with dignity :3

to sign off, i am blowing both you and daru a pair of friendly kisses! i wish you both a very good night AND OH MAN I ALMOST FORGOT IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY IN TWO DAYS??? in that case, i wish you both a good night AND a wonderful valentine's day if you have any plans!!

thank you again for reading!! i will most assuredly be back if i am still welcome! (ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

OMG HI ONCE AGAIN!! SO SORRY IF I TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER YOUR ASK, I WAS BUSYY 😭 Still so happy for the fact you're enjoying your new hobbie, I think everyone should try selfshipping at least once in their lives.. and woAHH amazing steins;gate propaganda you've done there! Wish I could do that to most of my friends but some have already seen it ages ago and some aren't just interested so I just kinda gave up HFH ALSO HOOOLY and I thought finishing the series in like,, 2 months was mental but you got me there I'm honest /lh I SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW HOW I DID IT?? I just kinda went with it by using a small brush with no pressure and blurring out everything a little bit so it matched the og pic's quality I suppose?? I'm happy you think they seem legit, I did my job well then ; u ; <3 OMG THAT'S SO SWEET OF YOU THOUGHH 🥺🥺 now you got me curious on which ones you're referring to waa.. ALSO UMM.. ABOUT SUZUHA- I had a few concepts for how my relationship with Daru would work in-universe.. so I made a couple of them: one is the "good" ending I guess, while another is just "angst™"

.. yeah, can you tell I felt awful while coming up with the second one? GDGSFGFSD IT'S FINE THOUGH, I'M OK NOW But this is besides the point; I actually really love Suzuha's character and I prefer her over the other girls.. and my favorite dynamic is hers with Daru and Yuki (ironically).. seeing Daru being a dad melts my heart because sometimes I wish I had a father figure as sweet as he is aaa I prefer to see myself with Daru than project myself onto Yuki though, because I'd treat him differently than he does sometimes if I gotta be honest Still, hope you like the silly ideas- WAIT,, UH?? DARU HAS A PENGUIN SUIT?? I NEED TO SEE IT SO BADD 😭😭 Also fr, why can't they just satisfy the boy's fans for once,, I feel like they're leaving us out on purpose at this point- /j

Btw, for the selfship community part, I didn't really do much! I just started to post my artwork in the tag and started following and interacting with some peeps, although rarely because I'm still akward about it, but the people in it are so nice!! In my opinion, it's worth a shot!

Also thank you so much!! I hope you had a great Valentine's day with Okabe as well, sending you kisses as well! I posted a fanart that is kinda vday themed but nothing selfshippy unfortunately, but me and Daru would have probably chilled at home, exchanging eachother chocolates and stuff like that! Idk, I'm not a very "outside" person but if we had in plan to go somewhere like the May Queen to get something together, I wouldn't have minded either!

Of course you're welcome to come back, it's always a pleasure! Since I don't get asks often, it brightens up my day to see something in my inbox once in a while, so thank you still for feeling comfy enough to come back! Have a great day/night! 💕💕

[averagesadperson]

Comic Shop Meetings

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

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Synopsis~ You’ve just moved to Ninjago City and stumble upon a comic book shop close to home. Hoping to find some StarFarer, you also find a handsome boy in green that’s eager to share his recommendations with you.

Notes~ hello! this is my first xReader fic so this kind of style is new to me, so please be nice lol. I pray I’ll get better, but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? Also, its midnight so there might be some grammar and or spelling errors!

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A blast of cool air hit you in the face as you pushed open the front door to the comic shop. The slight ringing of the bell alerted the man at the front desk, who looked up at you and greeted you with a friendly smile.

“Hey, there. Haven’t seen you before.”

“Ah, yeah.” You paused to look around the store. There were only a few people browsing the shelves, a group of kids in one corner pouring over one shared comic, two teen girls in the magazine section, and a boy in green completely absorbed in an issue in his hands. You looked back at the cashier, “I just moved into the city recently. I was super stoked to see a comic store so close to home.”

“Well, welcome to Ninjago City, hope you enjoy your stay.” He bowed dramatically and you raised a hand to hide your giggle. “Is there anything, in particular, you're looking for today?”

“Would you happen to have any StarFarer here?”

“Ah, looking for the newest issue, are ‘ya? Well, you're in luck, Missy, we just got ‘em in yesterday. They’re right over there,” he points a finger off to right, “‘Ya see Greenie over there? Knock yourself out”

You nod your head and walk over to the aisle you saw the boy in previously, when you get there he’s in the middle of an issue with several others tucked under his arm. He doesn't seem to notice you as you slowly approach the wall of comics. You scan the shelves, searching for the first few issues of StarFarer. Unfortunately, when you do spot your desired comic, the boy in green is blocking your reach.

You let out a small sigh and gently reach a hand up to tap him on the shoulder.

“Ah!” He startles and looks at you, shutting the book. You feel a little guilty for startling him, plus, from what you saw briefly, he seemed to be in the middle of an intense battle scene. “Uhm, can I help you?”

“I'm trying to get to StarFarer, soo..” you gesture vaguely with your head, he seems to get it as his eyes widen and he quickly hops back with a quiet ‘sorry!’. Now that you’re up close, you notice his eyes are a vivid green, they mesh well with his messy blonde locks; the darker green of his hoodie really brings out the colour. It's a good look for him, you think absentmindedly. You nod your thanks and run a finger along the thin spines of the books.

“Oh, are you just starting?” He asks when he sees you pluck the first issue from the self. You glance back at him and make a so-so motion with your hand.

“Kinda, where I used to live, comics were hard to come by so I only have a few out of order copies. Wanna start the series properly.” You skip over issue two and grab for three and four.

“Really? How many did you have?” He tucks the book he was reading earlier under his arm, raising his now free hand to swipe his bangs out of his eyes.

“Only three. But they were number two, six, and twenty-four. So, didn't really have a story” you laughed at his horrified expression. “Honestly, it wasn't that bad! But I didn't get antsy preeetty quickly.”

“‘Not that bad’!? I wouldn't be able to stay sane! You totally missed the best arcs!” He sets down his own comics and rushes up to shelves in a panic, scouring for, what you presume, a specific issue. You stand back with an amused smile, holding your measly three books, watching the handsome stranger fumble around. 

You startle back when he practically rips one from the shelf, shoving it haphazardly into your hands, immediately going back to searching. “That one is issue fourteen, that one introduces one of the best characters in the whole series! Her name is Jenna, total badass!” Two more slap against your growing pile “And those two are back-to-back storylines, so cool and such a cliffhanger! They’ve never done that before or since!” Another book flutters into your arms. “And that one they go to space! Space! Oh, and they introduce the coolest thi-”

He pauses and looks back at the sound of your giggle. You hold a palm over your mouth to calm your laughter but the doe-eyed look he throws at you causes you to burst into laughter. 

“Wow, your passionate!” He flushes red and now you can see a few freckles dotting his nose. “No, I love it! It's cute.” He flushes harder, fiddling with the drawstring of the hoodie. “But, unfortunately, I’m not really looking to spend hundreds on comic books today.”

He glances down at the pile you’re carrying and perks up. “Oh! Uh, right.” He bashfully rubs the back of his neck as he reaches to grab the extra issues and put them back into place. “Uhm, sorry. About the rambling.”

“I said it's fine, I appreciate it, actually. I’ll be waiting anxiously until I save up” you grab his books and hand them over to him, he smiles as he takes them, softly brushing your fingers with his own.

“Uh, you said you were new to the area, right?” he pauses for your response, and at your nod of confirmation, he continues, stuffing a hand into the baggy hoodie pocket. “Well, there's a cafe a few blocks away from here, I go there pretty often with my brothers, food’s pretty good. I could bring some of my copies down if you wanted to hang out sometime? I could show you around, too..? Doesn't have to be tomorrow or anything!” he cringes back by the end of his rushed sentence, a wobbly smile scrunches up his cheeks, and he internally waits for you to say no.

“I’d love to! But,” his smile drops immediately, rushing to wave his hands in front of you to say ‘that's okay! Totally fine!’ but your “I don't even know your name, yet.” makes him stop.

“Oh, uh, L-Lloyd! I’m- I’m Lloyd. Garmadon.” he shoves an open palm out between you two, cringing and pulling back after a few moments.

You grab his hand before it can retreat back into his pocket, giving him a firm shake, introducing yourself with a dramatized flourish. “And I’m Y/N, my fine sir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir Luh-Lloyd Garmadon.” you flash him a cheeky smile and a wink. His heart flutters and he can feel his heat prickle his cheeks again, he hides it behind a relaxed smile. To you, he seemed to melt before you, relaxing into the chill atmosphere you managed to set.

“So, does that mean you’re up for it?”

“Sure, I'm free this weekend?” you start to walk over to the front counter and Lloyd follows close beside. He nods enthusiastically, watching as you set your three books down and dig around for your wallet.

“Yeah, Saturday works for me, maybe around one?” you nod and smile, continuing to rummage around your wallet for the appropriate bills. Lloyd thinks for a second before setting a hand on your shoulder and speaking when you look up at him curiously. 

“Y’know what? How about I pay for you?” he cuts you off with a raised hand when he sees you begin to decline. “No, it's okay, I have an account here, anyway. If anything you're giving me points.” before you can argue, Lloyd gently sets his down on the counter and turns to the cashier, who talks to him with familiarity. He really must come here a lot, you think. You put your wallet back in your purse and reluctantly wait for the transaction to be done.

A minute or so later Lloyd walks up to you and hands you a dark blue bag with the store's logo on it. “Thanks, Lloyd, you didn't have to do that.” you both walk out the doors, the sun making you both raise a hand in front of your eyes to block the light.

“Seriously, it's fine!” he says, turning to you.

You ‘hmph’, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well then, I'm going to be paying for lunch on Saturday.” he opens his mouth but you cut him off. “No complaints.” he lets out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you.

“Yeah, okay, if you insist. How many volumes do you want me to bring?”

“Oh, as many as you can carry.” you giggle happily. “If you have any other recommendations too, I certainly wouldn't complain.” he nods determinedly. You raise a finger to point down the street to the right. “Well, I'm down there, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Yeah! I’ll see ya then, Y/N. Uhm, it was nice to meet you!” he waves and calls to you as you start down the sidewalk. Your turn and look over your shoulder, sending him a smile and a wave as you turn the corner.

Lloyd’s hand slowly drops to his side, his smile melting into a permanent thing. Did.. did he just get a date? His face explodes into red and he quickly whips around, speed walking down the street to get to the Bounty. He needed to hound Kai and Jay for his missing issues ASAP.

[pasukiyo]

blues ; steven grant/marc spector x f!reader

warnings; brief sex and angst

a/n; i’m not proud of this one at all lol i literally wrote this entire thing in like an hour and a half after watching the new episode so hopefully you don’t cringe too much at my horrible writing 💀

word count; 2.1k

“steven.”

the sound of her whimpering his name grounded him, and although his limbs felt like rubber and his lips felt numb, he pushed himself to go faster, harder. hot droplets of water flattened his curls against his forehead and dripped down into their skin as his hips pummeled into her ass, his hands seeking refuge there. one palm dared to venture up the coil of her spine and through the valley of her shoulder blades, up the ramp of her neck until it reached the tendrils of hair atop her head. his fingers threaded through her ringlets before he tugged, and her lips fell open, her head throwing itself backwards as her eyelids fluttered closed.

“fuck! right there, you’re fucking me so well, steven,” she mewled, urging him to go harder when she thrusted her hips backwards to meet his. steven panted, his chest feeling tighter and tighter with each thrust of his hips. he’d never felt such a way before, in fact, he couldn’t believe he was even here.

he’d done it. finally, he was able to snag a date and manage to show up on time and on the right day, at last he had gotten a grip on himself and got himself a girlfriend. gone were the days when he’d wake up feeling like a whole new person, feeling like he had entered a whole new dimension, feeling like he was missing something.

the corner of his lips curved up into a smile as he threw his head back, relishing the feeling of his cock being squeezed so tightly in her cunt. he had done it. today was steven grant’s day. he deserved this.

“is this why you keep a mirror in the shower?” she chuckled, catching a glimpse of his dampened curls through the circle mirror in front of her. he laughed at her joke, not even thinking anything of it as his eyelids fluttered back open and he stared at himself through the mirror—

—only, it wasn’t himself.

he yowled and jumped backwards, nearly tripping on the side of the bath and falling on his ass on the cool tile floor. she nearly jumped out of her skin when he did this, his cock slipping out of her cunt as he stared, wide-eyed, at the reflection in the mirror.

“oh, steven, steven, steven. you just gonna leave her hanging now?”

“steven? steven!” she called his name, turning her back to the mirror and veiling the sight of whoever it was in the reflection away, her palms soothing over his shoulders. she noticed the way his jaw quivered and his pupils shook, unable to comprehend what he had just seen, or what he had just heard. “hey, hey! steven!” she called again, rocking him back and forth to hopefully knock him out of whatever kind of trance he seemingly fell into. “talk to me, dammit!”

steven blinked, his reflection once again his own when he glanced behind her head. he let a hand snake it’s way to the back of her head, straining his neck to make sure this action was what he saw in the mirror.

whoever he has just seen was now gone, leaving him alone, upset, confused, and still somewhat horny.

“steven?” she murmured his name again, her thumb swiping over his cheek as she cupped his face, eyes softening to melt into his. “are you alright?” she asked after a moment, the hand not on his cheek pressing against his chest, right over his unsteady heartbeat. “talk to me. did i do something? did i hurt you in some way?”

he shook his head, his trembling hands clasping around her wrists as his eyelids fluttered shut, the voice in his head— this one was thankfully his own— telling him to pull himself together, to snap out of it before he scared her away.

he did his best to inhale a deep breath of fresh air, and she leaned closer, rocking up onto her tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his lips. “let me clean you up,” she mumbled against his skin before she reached for his shampoo, squeezing a load of it onto her hand before lathering it up between her palms. he only watched as she made him bend down so that she could massage her fingernails against his scalp, the combination of the warm water from the shower head plus her fingers bringing him back down to earth—

—somewhat.

it wasn’t long before she had him wrapped in a towel, sitting on top of the toilet lid as she made her way to his bedroom, searching through his closet for clothes he could wear.

steven was lost. could he have just been imagining it? maybe the man he saw in the mirror wearing his skin wasn’t real, maybe it was all in his head. even then, why did he have to hallucinate now? why now, of all times, when he finally has the girl he’s been pining over for weeks now?

now she thought he was weird, now she thought he was mental. she was going to leave, steven just knew it.

so, he winced when she padded back into the bathroom with a fresh sweatshirt and sweatpants for him, her irises swarming with concern and confusion— rightfully so.

he was swift to change into the warm clothes, and he caught a glimpse of her pulling her own clothes back on, although, he tried his best not to look. better to practice never seeing her again now, so he wouldn’t have to hurt as bad later.

“steven?”

her voice dragged him back into the present, and despite his curses to himself inside his head, he immediately turned towards her. he sat himself back down on the toilet lid, and she bent down between his legs, her hands gathering his as she gazed up into his warm, chocolate eyes, and he found himself drowning in hers.

he was ready, he was ready but he also wasn’t all at the same time. he wished she would make it fast, to just say that she was leaving him and leave it at that.

but no, of course she had to make it even more difficult.

“please, tell me what’s wrong,” she whispered, as if to keep the moment private, as if someone could possibly hear them in his small flat’s bathroom. “i want to help you. just make me understand.”

how could she? how could he even make her understand?

it was ludicrous, rubbish. why couldn’t she just make it easy and break up with him already? he’d still hurt if she did, but at least he wouldn’t have to spend another minute looking at the face he’d miss so much.

steven squeezed his eyelids shut, another presence in his headspace making its entrance. he felt it, he could almost see it, he could hear it.

“you’re not just gonna let her walk away, are you?” the voice inside his head seemed to mock him, and he felt his lips morph into a scowl. “please, just leave me alone,” he pleaded with the voice inside his head, and she tilted her head, barely making anything of the quiet whisper he let slip through.

“i’m sorry, steven, i don’t quite understand—“

“i thought you wanted this. i thought you wanted her. are you not even gonna fight for her?” the voice scoffed at him, and the creases in steven’s forehead deepened. “this is your fault,” steven murmured to the voice. “not mine.”

“steven, i cannot hear what you are—“

“have it your way then. let her walk away. i can’t believe i have to share a body with such a pansy-assed—“

“leave me alone!” steven roared, his eyelids snapping open and she almost tumbled backwards, clearly taken aback. she pursed her lips together, and a silence ensued.

steven realized he had screwed up.

but wasn’t this what he wanted?

she arose from her knees and searched for her purse, swinging the strap over her shoulder. she didn’t even look at him.

“i’ll see you around, steven.”

“satisfied?” steven felt a newfound anger bubbling up within his chest at the voice inside his head once she had walked out the door, his fists clenching at his sides. “steven finally gets a date but then inner steven has to mess everything up. how typical.”

“inner steven? hah!” the voice laughed. “i find that very offensive.”

steven gripped at the sides of his head, tugging on his damp curls as he bent over his knees, eyelids squeezed shut. “shut up! shut up! shut up!”

“what are you gonna do now, huh? are you gonna chase after her like a real man or are you gonna stay home tied to your bed like a pussy?”

steven wanted to cry. but he also wanted to get angry, to take this newfound rage out on something. the best thing he could do was throw his rubik’s cube at one of the bookshelves, the force of his throw knocking several books down onto the ground.

the voice laughed, “good arm.”

she hadn’t seen steven in days. he hadn’t come in to the coffee shop where she worked like he normally did, and she guessed he was trying his best to avoid her altogether. of course, she didn’t know why— had she done something wrong? had she offended him? she couldn't recall doing anything of the sorts, but she was worried, nonetheless.

she had tried seeing him at the museum she knew he worked at, but upon arrival, she was turned away due to some sort of problem, and told that they were closed for the day.

she couldn’t stand it, she couldn’t stand not seeing him anymore. she recalled the day he had given her an extra key to his flat in the case of an emergency, and she dug through her purse, hoping she hadn’t thrown it away in a fit of blind rage.

her fingers skimmed over cool, rusted metal, and she smiled. there it was.

of course, she did feel awkward barging into his place uninvited, but she was worried, concerned. she was still his girlfriend after all— they hadn’t officially broke it off yet, so what was there to worry about?

she hopped on the next bus she could catch towards his apartment, her heart drumming inside her chest, her foot tapping up and down against the floor in anticipation. she hoped that this would go well, that perhaps they could fix whatever had been broken between them, that things could go back to normal and she could have him again.

she found herself standing in front of his door in no time, her hands burrowed into her sweatshirt’s pockets, thumbing over the key over and over again. was he even home? what if he was busy? what if he was asleep?

what if he simply just didn’t want to see her again?

all of this was enough to make her turn away, and she did, but before she could walk away and out of the building and most likely out of his life, she could hear something beyond the door.

voices.

she could hear steven’s voice from behind the door, and her heart leaped, wondering if this was her chance. she pulled the key out of her pocket, her heartbeat so loud, she could hear it through her own eardrums.

steven was just a door away from her, just beyond this wall

all she needed to do was slip the key into the lock, twist the handle, and walk through the door.

she placed her hand on the door handle, ready to slip the key in through the hole.

but the door was already unlocked.

she twisted it and the door creaked open, the voices behind silencing into nothing. her jaw quivered as she pushed the door open and there he was, steven, her steven—

—with another woman.

her lips fell open and she swore she felt a pang in her chest, as if she’d been shot, or stabbed, or something.

steven’s eyes widened in their sockets at the realization of what must have been going through her head, and he outstretched his palms toward her, his mind racing. he called her name as she backed out into the hall, the familiar sting of salty tears brimming her eyelids.

“this is not what it looks like, promise,” he chuckled nervously, and he seemingly broke out into a sweat. “this is layla, and she— i don’t— i don’t even know who she is honestly. we kind of, sort of just met and—“

“just met? honestly, marc, you’re making absolutely no sense!”

“marc?” she murmured beneath her breath, and it occurred to her that maybe she hadn’t known who steven was all this time after all. in fact, he possibly wasn’t even steven at all. he whispered her name again, a pleading look in his irises as he stepped toward her once again, but she had already taken off, making a point of throwing his spare flat key down onto the ground behind her.

next chapter

[always-andromeda]

Love Me On My Bad Days | Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Timothy Klitz x fem!Reader

Word Count | 1,364

Author’s Note | just gonna say rn this one is heavily dedicated to soph (@lost-in-sokovia) because I know how much she loves klitzy and I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while. and bc I know she’s having a hard time rn and I wanna use my writing powers for good lol. to soph: I love ya so much and I hope you like this little surprise! send some love her way! and check up on your friends!!! please be kind to yourselves, friends. love y'all!!

Warnings | descriptions of depression, but overall a big fluffy comfort blurb!

The second he got to school, Timothy Klitz felt your absence. With that, the whole day seemed oddly empty without you by his side. Even though he still convinces himself that he’s just a friend to you, he hopes one day he'll mean more to you. For now, Eli and Matt tease him when he even dares to acknowledge you not being there.

“Have you guys seen Y/N at all today?” he asks nonchalantly during lunch.

Eli picks at his turkey sandwich in front of him and taunts, "Why? Were you finally gonna man up and kiss her?"

"No, where did you get that idea?" Klitz squints incredulously at him and glances at Matt for backup.

Of course Matt has to be a backstabber. "I don't know, man, maybe it's how you talk about her literally all of the time."

Klitz's voice got high pitched, immediately defensive, "I don't talk about her all the time!" Even he, himself, didn't believe that answer. Yeah, he talks about you...a lot. 

Eli and Matt roll their eyes every time Klitz interjects a conversation with something like, “Oh, Y/N likes that song too!” or “Y/N told me she did that once.” It might be cute if he didn’t clam up so pathetically when you’re actually around. He can try his best to be normal, but his leg still shakes when you sit next to him and he’s not nearly as cool and collected as he’d like to be.

Klitz, being the gentleman (and nerd) he is, goes around to all of your teachers as soon as the final bell rings, asking each of them if he could take whatever homework you missed over to you. They all agreed and each gave him pages upon pages of new work that he knew you'd inevitably be swamped by.

But that's okay; it would give him more of an excuse to come over later on in the week so he could help you with whatever you were struggling on. He was a ball of sparking nerves as he drove to your house after school.

There was a familiarity in isolation. You were comfortably numb, nestled into the corner of the living room couch and watching reruns of some old sitcom. The continuous stream of stale content had you staring, eyes glazed over and barely paying attention. You almost didn't notice when the doorbell rang; it almost blended into the sounds coming from the TV. You didn't get up and check it until it rang a second time about a minute later, draping your blanket around your shoulders.

Who else would be at your door besides your sweetest friend, Timothy Klitz? Tucked into the curve of his elbow and pressed against the chest of his striped button up was a stack of papers about an inch thick.

"I brought your homework." He holds the papers out awkwardly before cracking a toothy grin.

"Oh, thanks, Klitzy. You really didn't have to do that though." You return the smile through pursed lips. You were usually happy to see him, but in that moment, being around people was a bit overwhelming.

Klitz can't help but ramble. It got especially bad when you called him by that silly little nickname. "It's totally fine, I was driving through your neighborhood anyway…sooo..." You sniff then and that's when he notices the missing telltale crinkles by your eyes and the bags underneath them. "Are you sick or something?"

"Or something. I'm just...having a bad day." you say, though you know well enough that it's more than just a bad day. You sigh and fold your arms over your chest. You weren't exactly dressed to be seeing people in the same pajamas you woke up in: some plaid bottoms and a thin, threadbare t-shirt that swallowed your figure.

Klitz tilts his head before asking, "I could keep you company. If that's okay with you!" he tacks on quickly, trying not to sound too eager.

For some reason, you can't say no to him. Not when he's this sweet and you're feeling this alone. Besides, you know by now that just avoiding your friends will only make it easier for your brain to tell you that they all hate you.

"Sure, that sounds okay." you agree gently and move aside, allowing Klitz to enter. Closing the door behind him, you realize that you've never let anyone in when things got bad. You're quite used to taking care of it yourself and reemerging from the dark after working through it. But already, Klitz was acting as your flashlight, making you want to giggle even though he wasn't trying to be funny in the slightest.

His tall, gangly frame stood awkwardly in your living room as he tried to figure out what to do with himself. Should he take his shoes off? Should he sit with you and watch TV? Should he try asking if you're sick again? The energy of the room is off, he can tell. But he has no clue how to approach you. Luckily, you do it for him.

"It was really nice of you to bring my stuff over." you say before returning to your spot on the couch.

"It's really no big deal. I'd do anything for you." Klitz froze, instantly realizing how intense that last part sounded.

"Anything?" this time you genuinely smile. It's small but it's the warmest you've felt all day.

Klitz breathes once before confirming, "Yeah...anything." You pat the space next to you on the couch and like a golden retriever, Klitz is by your side.

After a few more seconds of waiting for you to say something, he can't help but pry, "Why did you stay home today?"

You stare at the ceiling for a beat, contemplating how to tell him, "Do you ever just wake up sometimes and everything feels...wrong? Like you could literally be having the best day ever but your head just...isn't in it?"

Klitz wasn't sure if he'd ever felt that way. He shakes his head back and forth, his shaggy hair brushing against his shoulders slightly.

You continue explaining, "Well, that happens to me a lot. Usually I just deal with it and move on but today was different. Maybe I'm just tired I guess." You had slept in way too long that morning, though your body was nowhere near exhausted. Before leaving for work, your mother said she'd called the school and told them you were sick. You were grateful that your parents were so understanding about your mental health. But with them working so much, it was hard getting physical support.

Though Klitz isn't quite sure he understands, he knows he wants to be there. He doesn't expect you to be bubbly at all times but it breaks his heart seeing someone he loves so burnt out. That faded look on your face makes him want to do everything in his power to get you feeling comfortable.

"If you want, I could just sit here with you. We don't have to talk or anything."

"That sounds really good." you say softly, already feeling tears prick at your lash line. You don't really think about it before sliding closer into Klitz's side and resting your cheek against his shoulder. You take the blanket from your own shoulders and drape it over both of your laps. Folding your legs up next to you on the couch and leaning into his touch, you feel like you could fall asleep all over again with the cozy heat of his body. Instead you focus your attention on the canned laughter and humorous dialogue of your TV show and the tranquility that has fallen over you and him.

Though your actions make him tense up slightly, he knows now isn't the moment to be getting butterflies. Instead, his heart swells up with a sense of pride knowing that you trust him enough to let him in even a little bit. He puts his arm around you and hopes that it communicates all that you need to know; that he'll be there to help you get through any and all of your bad days.

[multifandomwritings]

Going to a haunted house with the slashers would include:

Another unprompted post! This is silly but I'm already in the mood for Halloween lol :) I didn't include the Repo characters this time btw >_>

Thomas:

- Pretty unfazed by it, though he doesn't particularly enjoy anyone popping out in front of him (insert him glaring at the actors until they walk off in defeat)

- Concerned that you'll be scared though 🥺 Has his eye on you the whole time because he's afraid you'll get startled. If you're visibly enjoying yourself he'll just :') because you're so cute and interesting

- His heart will explode if you get scared and hold his hand or something like that. Reads a lot into it and is happy you feel protected by him and such. Can't stop smiling to himself, very pure

Brahms:

- Good luck trying to get Brahms to leave the house at all, let alone for something so ~unnecessary~ :/

- In the unlikely event that he would go, he'll be complaining about how ridiculous it is the whole time, if only to attempt to seem like he isn't secretly trying not to jump at everything happening (Literally squeezing your hand the whole time. It keeps getting worse. RIP your hand)

- If you get scared and cling to him? This will change things. He is now proud of himself. All the stuff he was just freaked out by suddenly isn't scary! (Ok, it is, but he can handle it better if he feels like he's protecting you)

Michael:

Haunted house employee: *jumps out and tries to scare you*

Michael:

Haunted house employee: :/

- He doesn't hate it, he just...Doesn't have any reactions at all

- Admittedly he probably loves Halloween-themed things. Finds it amusing, but of course, you'll never be able to tell. If you get freaked out easily he won't be the most comforting because he kinda thinks it's funny lol

Jason:

- He isn't startled by anything really, but you gotta explain in advance because if someone tries to scare you or looks threatening he'll be...Protective 💀

- Mostly he's just fascinated that you enjoy that sort of thing? Probably really attentive to everything and all your reactions because he's intrigued lol

- No opinion really, it's not his thing but if you like it he's okay with pretty much anything

Bubba:

- Scared x_x Startled at each loud noise, music and jump scare. Clings to you all the while, confused as to why you even wanted to come

- If you're visibly enjoying it, he'll ease up a bit, trying to enjoy himself and see the appeal for your sake. If it's visually appealing/creative/pretty he'll actually end up liking it? If it's just pop-outs and stuff though then probably not :/

- Instant blushing if you hold his hand or grab him when you get scared. Better yet, just hold his hand throughout the whole thing :^)

Chop Top:

- Gets genuinely startled and scared believe it or not, though he enjoys it and laughs each time. Probably won't stop commentating the whole time though

- Ooo look at that! *gremlin laughter* (he says, while pointing at some random gruesome thing that leaves you like :O but what did you expect)

- If you like that sort of thing, it will give him ~ideas~. He'll decorate everything all spooky and such and will attempt to scare you throughout the season (and just in general really)

Nubbins:

- Like Chop Top will get startled easily but enjoys it. Insists on going through more than once, or at least finding another one to go through

- Probably won't notice if you get scared because he's too fascinated by everything so :o If you hold his hand or anything he'll blush so much though

- If he catches you getting startled he'll be both teasing and reassuring. You can get scared Y/N it's ok but it's all fake you know... (he says as if he hasn't gotten scared several times)

Beetlejuice:

- He will either be really underwhelmed because obvious reasons, or he'll just find the whole thing funny

- You like being scared? He can definitely do better than any haunted house 👀

- Chaotic times ensue! He'll try to get a reaction out of you going forward by scaring you when you least expect it. Of course coming from him there really isn't any limit as to what can happen so x_x

Candyman:

- Similarly to Jason, he's just kind of amused that you enjoy that sort of thing. Weirdo (lovingly) :')

- Very unlikely that he'll actually get startled but he's not going to complain if you cling to him if you're scared (but of course, if you like being scared, maybe he'll just leave you be and let you have fun)

- Doesn't pay much attention to anything going on, and just smiles lovingly at you the whole time

Bo:

- Pfft a haunted house? He'll humor you of course, but he'll tease you about it

- If you get scared and grab onto him he'll be so cocky though he'll seem playfully annoyed. Attempts to conceal his smile but fails :')

- Will never admit it, but he gets startled throughout. If you bring it up he'll never do it again though, so... x_x

Vincent:

- Not really his thing, though he'll enjoy seeing all the displays and such

- Vincent would be willing to do just about anything if you enjoyed it, though. He isn't easily startled at least, although he'll make you smile by jumping a time or two at pop-outs and brushing up against you as he draws back

- If you get startled he'll laugh to himself a bit, though you'll probably miss it. Smiles his way through after that

Lester:

- He wouldn't enjoy anything really extreme but would love the traditional ones! Actually really fun :')

- Easily startled and makes you laugh at his reactions each time. Very cute and will clutch his heart and laugh at himself, teasing you (lovingly) if you get startled too

- Will melt instantly if you grab onto him at any point though or hold his hand on your way through, giving it a squeeze and smiling over at you

Billy Lenz:

- Kind of chaotic as he'd be a bit overwhelmed. He'd be fascinated though and he does enjoy it. Laughs at some of the displays/actors lol

- If you get startled at any point and hold his hand/grab him he'll be like oH! And proceeds to do the same thing throughout the rest of it

- Will take any excuse to be clingy he can get. In all seriousness though I think he'd really enjoy any time spent with you at all, regardless of what you're up to. So no complaints from him in other words :^)

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- He'll be another one that's kind of difficult to convince. Thinks the whole thing is kind of silly, but he'll begrudgingly agree if you really want to

- Probably staring at everything with wide eyes. Especially you tbh. He's constantly fascinated by you and your interests/reactions to things

- He'd be kind of amused if you get scared at anything because like...You're with *him*. You've definitely seen some things but you jump at random, fake-looking pop outs with loud noises? Hmm

Otis Driftwood:

- Depends on his mood! He can be grumpy but if he likes you well enough and he's in an okay mood it can be fun. He likes anything ~spooky~ (to put it lightly) so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Similar to Asa if you get easily startled. Like, really Y/N? Pfft. (He obviously thinks you're cute though. No, he isn't going to hold your hand so you feel better. He says as he's holding your hand)

- Will make remarks about how his own creations look better though :/ (eyeballs you to see if you agree)

Charles Lee Ray:

- He'll complain about it up until the point that you get visibly startled. Then, he won't stop laughing and teasing you about it

- Kind of annoying, he'll probably try to make it worse for you throughout. Laughs each time you jump. Will have no complaints if you'd like to hold onto him throughout, although he'll probably tease you for it

- No, he did *not* just get startled at that sudden pop-out. Don't even ask! (he did)

Tiffany Valentine:

- Cute ;-; She'd be fascinated by everything, and adores all the spookiness! She gets startled with each jump scare but enjoys it, laughing at herself for getting scared

- Might take advantage and cling to you a little just because. If you are scared she won't stop teasing you, only because she finds it sweet

- Will watch you out of the corner of her eye the whole time, melting at your reactions to jump scares and random loud noises. Makes a mental note to make it a tradition so she can see it every year :')

[juletheghoul]

Burning Hour (Part 3)

This series has completely taken over my life and I am so happy you are all enjoying it so much - thank you for all of the lovely messages and comments - I treasure them deeply.

So - you shouldn't be surprised that this particular moment on the red carpet absolutely inspired a scene in this story and I regret nothing. Hope you all enjoy this fantasy that's keeping me going lol.

Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, implied arranged marriage, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age) Yearning, jealousy, fingering/touching / slight dirty talk (slightly possessive)

Let me know if I missed anything!

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Masterlist Series Masterlist Part 4

—

You floated through the morning.

Your dreams were full of kisses, of declarations of love and beskar glinting under the sun and it was hard to concentrate on anything.

You smiled to yourself as you broke your fast with warm bread and butter, feeling his eyes on you from his place behind your father.

“Your highness-” Your father’s advisor came through the door holding the usual paperwork, things for him to look over, letters to read. “-A letter has come for the Princess.” He turned to you then with a smile. He was an old man, grandfatherly and sweet. He handed it to you and you noticed from the corner of your eye Din’s helmet turn towards you.

It was a small letter and you noticed how beautiful the script was as you opened it.

Dearest Princess,

I would be honoured if you were to join me here at my home for dinner. My messenger awaits your response and if you agree, I will send my personal household guard to accompany you. I also imagine your knight will be in attendance, I welcome him and whoever else you choose to bring at my table. Ruby as well of course.

Hoping you’ll say yes.

Ever yours,

Poe. D.

“It’s from Poe, he asks that I join him this evening for dinner.” You were frowning at the letter, conflicted because you wanted to stay home, wanted to meet Din in the garden again. A tiny part of you however, the tiniest part wanted to say yes - wanted to see how Poe would behave. Part of you wanted him to do something unforgivable to wipe the smiles off your parents faces.

“Oh but you must go!” Your father’s voice boomed through the room and you imagined that you could almost hear Din’s jaw clenching.

“Yes my darling, you must go. What does the letter say?” Your mother held her hand out and you handed it to her. She smiled as she read it. “Din, you must accompany her.” She was smiling big, excited at the prospect of a match having been made. No one bothered to ask if you wanted to go.

“Yes of course, let his messenger know that the Princess will be in attendance. She will go, Din- I leave her safety in your hands. Take you who must.” It had been decided for you, and you had to accept it. You felt Mila’s hand grasp yours under the table in understanding.

-

“Which gown would you like to wear your highness?” She asked sadly as you put on your undergarments and you sighed.

Whichever one makes everyone leave me alone.

“Whichever you think would look best sweetling, I have no preference.” You said the words and they were honest. Yes - Poe was charming and sweet, handsome and in another life you would have been faint with excitement at his interest in you but you were in love with Din. He was the one you wanted to share a meal with. He was the one you wanted to kiss in the open - to have holding your hand as you sat together in front of the hearth. He was the one you wanted in your bed.

“How about this one?” She held out a lovely powder blue gown. You would have said no, something more plain but you had to be seen to be making an effort.

“Yes, that will do nicely.” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. She didn’t comment on it.

“I will tie a blue ribbon around Ruby’s neck to match, and I think you have some sapphires as well.” She brought over a tray of jewelry for you to peruse while she laced up your gown.

Your mind drifted to an interesting place. You imagined you were preparing for dinner with Din and imagined your knight picking out jewels for you to wear.

Would he prefer diamonds? Would he like me better in opals or emeralds?

You had a feeling he wouldn’t mind either way, but it was lovely to pretend even for a moment. She placed a dark blue cloak about your shoulders and stood back.

“You look beautiful Princess, the blue looks lovely against your skin.” She held up a silvered looking glass and you saw the reflection of a happy woman, although why she was happy - no one could know.

“Thank you sweetling, let's get this night over with shall we?” You smiled at her as you both made your way outside.

---

Din, along with five of his best knights, waited for her to set out for Damerons home. Damerons own household guard waited as well, having been sent to accompany her and he surveyed them. They seemed competent enough, he gave them their space nonetheless.

It was getting more and more difficult to put the future out of his mind - he knew that the Princess would marry at some point, it was her duty as Queen. She might even marry Poe - he knew that objectively they were a good match but his mind simply couldn’t stay objective. Not when it came to her.

This whole thing was moving faster than he hoped and he didn’t know what he could do about it.

You have to face facts Djarin, you’ll never marry her. You are a knight, she is a Princess, there is no place for you. Maybe you should just let her go.

It was in him to do so, to ignore his feelings for her; to find Gisela and ask her to marry him - have a couple of little ones and pray for things to work out. The harsh words to get her to hate him on the tip of his tongue but they evaporated like dew on a sunny day when he saw her come out to meet him.

She was a gem- a bright, glittering thing that he wanted so desperately to hold onto.

“I am ready Sir, shall we?” She smiled shyly and he nodded.

“Of course Princess, allow me.” He guided her into the wheelhouse, dreading and cherishing every single second.

--

The ride was uneventful, the road was quiet thankfully with nothing to see but long swathes of trees and greenery in the gloaming of the evening.

Ruby was napping softly in your lap but woke quickly when you arrived, her little tail wagging happily at the prospect of exploring.

“Yes my little darling - we are here.” She was in Mila’s arms when you pet her, the two of you waiting for the wheelhouse to come to a stop.

Din opened the door for you, he was helping you climb down when you heard Poe’s voice sounding out.

“Princess, I am so pleased you agreed to come-” He was striding over, his squire on his heels. “-I am happy to see you all. Please - be welcome.” He was smiling big at everyone as his guards retreated, no doubt returning to their posts. He crouched quickly to pet Ruby before approaching you.

“Hello Poe, I thank you for your invitation.” You smiled as you took in your surroundings. His home was a beautiful sprawling estate. He must have been wealthier than you thought. “You must give me a tour of the grounds - I would love to see the gardens.” You smiled at him as he offered you his arm.

“Of course Princess, I will show you whatever you wish after our meal - unless you’d like to go now?” He paused for a moment.

“After dinner would be just fine.” You answered as he guided all of you inside.

--

You weren’t sure what to expect about his home when the letter had come in earlier but it was a pleasant surprise. There were fresh cut flowers everywhere, painstakingly detailed tapestries hung up on the walls as you made your way to the large dining room. Lush carpets and plush chairs, truly a man who enjoyed his comforts.

“You have a lovely home Poe.” You smiled as he led you to your seat.

“I thank you Princess -“ He turned to Din and the other Mandalorians waiting by the table. “-Please, sit with us. I meant what I said, you are all welcome at my table.” He gestured to them to sit.

“I do not wish to intrude, we would be happy to eat with the rest of your household guard.” Din replied, his voice was clipped however.

“Nonsense. I insist, I dare say the Princess would be more comfortable if you were to join us.” He said it with an easy smile and Din hesitated slightly before agreeing. They all sat, lining their helmets up before them.

Din barely spoke.

He had never been one for long speeches - you were unsure whether it was because of the helmet, or just his nature. The other Mandalorians were friendlier and Poe took it all in stride. You could see that he took nothing personal and treated them just as he treated you.

Aside from Din’s cool demeanor and Poe’s etiquette, the dinner went well. The food was wonderful and you didn’t fail to notice some of your favourites on the menu.

“I took the liberty of finding out what you like to eat.” He said it quietly, not wanting to draw attention and you favoured him with a smile. It was hard not to like him, he was very thoughtful.

Once the meal was done, he fulfilled his promise and escorted you outside. It was much more open than the gardens back home - everything illuminated by torches and lanterns. There were flowers and neatly pruned shrubbery surrounding the large building. You noticed a stable on one side, as well a modest greenhouse on the other.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’re used to but I enjoy it. The kennels are just behind the stables and there are flowers and different fruit trees just to the right there - that’s where they get the most sun. I’m afraid the night doesn’t do it justice, it’s much lovelier during the day.” He was walking you through the grounds, your arm tucked under his as your party followed.

“It’s lovely, truly.” You were sincere and you couldn’t help but look up, the sky awash in stars. “I would imagine you must spend a lot of time out here.” You let him guide the way.

“Not as often as I'd like to, but I try. Perhaps when we marry I’ll make more of an effort.” He said it with a wink and you scoffed loudly but without malice.

“Oh is that so? Well then I suppose I’ll have to change some things around since in your mind I’ll live here hm?” Your tone was playful but sarcastic and you were acutely aware of Din following the two of you.

“Oh yes Princess, I am quite sure. My home is yours and you may do with it what you will. I live only to make you happy.” He was just as playful and as annoyed as you were that he was so confident in your union, it was also aggravatingly refreshing to be able to speak to someone so honestly - better yet for them to respond in kind.

You ignored it, Poe was charming, that’s all.

Much to your annoyance, the night was enjoyable. Poe was an excellent host and it was later than you had originally planned when you set off for home. The woods were pitch black in some spots, it made you anxious to ride in the wheelhouse while the world outside seemed like it didn’t exist. The soft light of the moon doing nothing to pierce through the darkness of the road at times.

Reaching the palace had been a relief and you said as much when you stepped out.

“You should have told me Princess, I would have ridden in it with you - if it would have helped.” He spoke as he guided you inside. You had wanted to, but the temptation of having him so close would have been too much - and as much as Mila knew about your feelings towards him - you didn’t want her to see you kissing him.

You patted his arm in silent thanks and he said nothing else.

When you reached your room you hesitated at the door, wanting him to pull you away somewhere but he didn’t - instead he waited until Mila got in. He took his helmet off and you smiled at the state of his hair. Your fingers itched to ruffle through it.

“Princess, if it’s not too late, I would ask you to join me for a midnight ride.” He waited for your answer and your smile widened.

“Of course! Would you permit me to change quickly?” You didn’t want to ride in such a stuffy gown - as beautiful as it was.

“I will wait however long it takes.” He motioned for you to go and you did - urging Mila to help you once you reached your bedchamber.

“The soft linen dress I think - with the long shift and the heavy cloak. I want to be comfortable and warm.” You changed as fast as humanly possible - all but ripping the jewelry off and within a few minutes you were rushing out the door. The two of you making your way towards the stables as silently as possible.

You watched him work deftly, his skilled hands saddling his horse with ease. One horse, not two.

“Are we to ride together?” You looked at him confused.

“Is this a problem for you Princess? I thought it might be quicker to get us to safety should something happen if we were on the same horse. I could saddle you your own if you prefer - we just wouldn’t travel too far.” He hesitated momentarily and your heart leapt at the thought that he would be holding you so closely.

“I trust your judgment Sir, one horse it is.” You kept your voice neutral and he nodded, finishing his work quickly. Once he was done - he helped you up and pulled himself up behind you. The cool beskar pressed up against your back as his arms reached around you to grab the reins.

Your dress pooled up around your thighs slightly, but your legs were covered by your big cloak but it was exciting nonetheless. You felt exposed, with his proximity it excited you way more than it should have. It felt forbidden, taboo and thrilling to have it feel like he was holding you. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning back into his body slightly but he didn’t complain.

The ride through the forest was quiet except for the sound of the night birds, the crickets and the creatures that prowled at this time. The sound of the horses' steps, the sound of its breathing mixing with yours as well as Din’s. He rode through trees, through the little paths only he seemed to know and after a while you were beside a lake. The soft sound of the water kissing the shore added to the nightsong and you were happy that he had brought you here. He had been silent the whole ride, but you felt him take his helmet off behind you and secure it somehow to the saddle.

“You should know that you looked exceptionally lovely today Princess, blue is your colour.” His breath tickled your neck and you shivered. You turned slightly to look back but you couldn’t fully face him, the angle awkward but he kissed you just under your ear to let you know it was okay.

“I thank you Sir, I hoped you would like it.” You leaned back into his arms to tuck your head under his chin.

“You wore that for me? I thought you wore it for Dameron.” His hands came up to hold onto your arms as he pressed little kisses to your neck.

“I always dress for you.” You left it at that, hoping he would understand that despite everything- he was the one you wanted.

“Can I confess something?” His hand came up to slowly undo the cloak tied at your throat.

“Yes, anything.” You answered almost breathlessly, watching his hands open up the cloak to expose your shoulders, the skin of your thighs poking out where the dress had bunched up even more.

“You might think me wicked but, I thought about what it would be like to kiss you.” His hand trailed down as he spoke, rubbing at your thighs over your dress and you watched them in the low light of the moon, mesmerized.

“You’ve kissed me before Sir, you could kiss me now.” You turned a little more but he stopped you.

“I wasn’t thinking about kissing your mouth lovely girl, I was thinking about kissing you somewhere else.” His hands slowly gathered the fabric of your dress, bunching it in his fist - lifting it inch by inch to bare your legs to him. “May I show you where I want to kiss you?” He stopped but you clung onto his arms around you.

“Yes - please show me.” You felt is other hand join the fray and soon he had exposed your lower half to the cool night air. Your undergarments were damp you knew it - the arousal pooling low in your belly at the thought that he might touch you where you most wanted him to. He didn’t disappoint.

His hand trailed up your inner thigh lightly, slowly, up until he skillfully slid it into your undergarments. He groaned deep in his chest when he touched your bare sex.

“Right here. I long to kiss you, taste you here.” His touch was feather light on the lips of your womanhood, slipping along the seam of you. You whimpered, no one had ever touched you here and you felt the slick dripping out of you as you let him explore. “Would you let me Princess? Would you let me bury my tongue right here?” He dipped his fingers low, parting you slightly to dip his fingers just at the entrance - collecting your arousal onto his fingers before slipping them out and bringing them to his mouth behind you. You moaned at the sound of him sucking you off of them and you nodded frantically.

“Yes Din, I would let you - I’m yours.” You moaned the words and his other hand held you in place.

“And I am yours.” He responded before bringing his hand back to where you craved it, this time he spread the lips of your cunt open wide, honing his middle finger on the pearl of your sex. He rubbed tight, slow circles around it and you moaned - trying desperately to open your legs wider. He chuckled darkly behind you.

“Does that feel good Princess?” He turned your face with his other hand, twisting his upper body enough to capture your mouth in a messy kiss, not quite aligned but it sent a shiver of arousal through you and you felt yourself climbing higher and higher- his finger relentless as he sped up a little.

“Yes - Gods yes - it feels so good Din, I thought about you too.” You moaned the words into his mouth. “I think about you touching me like this, when I do it to myself.” He groaned at your confession, his tongue thick in your mouth when he kissed you again.

His finger dipped low to collect more wetness and the glide of it was just right, just slippery enough to send you over the edge and you almost screamed. Your body seizing up with pleasure as your sex clenched around nothing. He cooed into your ear as you rode it out.

“You are intoxicating my lovely one.” He kissed your neck, as he lowered your skirts.

You watched him, blissed out and boneless as he licked his fingers before grabbing the reins again and slowly making his way back to the palace.

-

Mila was snoring softly when you slipped into the room and you were careful not to wake her and as tired as you were from travel it took you a long time to fall asleep. Your heart full of love for Din and a hunger you couldn’t satiate filled your belly. It was a craving for his body, for his kisses, for physical love a woman shared with her husband. You fell asleep hoping - though secretly knowing- that he craved you the same way.

—-

As happy as you were when you awoke the next morning, it was quickly dampened - your father informed you that Poe was to arrive at the Palace as his honoured guest. That he was to stay for a time as a gesture of good will.

You saw right through it.

Your parents had decided that Poe was the suitor they wanted for you and they weren’t being at all subtle.

They informed you with big smiles on their faces, no doubt in hopes of pushing you towards him. It was exhausting - this constant reminder that you would never be truly free to live the life you wanted with Din.

When Poe arrived, he was happy - taking this as a sign that he was winning you over.

“Greetings Princess, I cannot tell you how happy I am to be able to spend more time with you.” He was all smiles and you had no choice but to smile back.

“It will be interesting for sure.” With the way you felt about Din, the intense desire to be around him was at the forefront of your mind. As well as the way Din behaved around Poe, it would definitely be interesting to say the least.

—

Your father invited Poe to dine at your private table, and he engaged him in conversation almost the whole night. They spoke of the future, of how Poe would help rule if he were indeed to marry you. Your mother smiled silently, happy to let the conversation center around the two of you.

Din stood still behind your fathers chair and you wanted nothing more than to pull him to sit with you. To talk to him, kiss him and feed him from your own plate.

“I would want to help people to be quite honest, extend a hand to those that aren’t as fortunate as us. There are people out there starving and that doesn’t sit right with me.” He was honest, to a fault like he said but you admired that.

“That’s very noble of you my boy.” The king nodded.

“It’s very honourable isn’t it my darling?” Your mother smiled at you and you smiled back, nodding around a bite of your food.

“I’m sure the Princess and I could do much and more to help the people who need it the most, if she would let me that is.” He had a shy, genuine smile for you, tentatively reaching over and taking your hand in his. You couldn’t very well snatch it back but you felt Din’s eyes burning into the interaction.

This could get messy.

“Princess, I would humbly ask that you accompany me for a walk through the grounds - chaperoned by your knight of course.” He asked as the remnants of the meal were taken away.

“Oh I’m sure she’d love to join you wouldn’t you sweetling?” Your mother cooed, and you smiled and nodded.

“Yes of course.” You let him guide you, Din following closely behind.

—

“I hope I’m not intruding - I know that the King and Queen are very keen for this to work between us.” He held your hand as you walked arm in arm and you couldn’t help but sigh softly.

“Yes they are aren’t they.” Your tone came out a little more exasperated than you’d hoped but he was well aware that you were not to be swayed by him so easily, you knew he should expect some hesitancy from you.

“I understand that you aren’t impressed and that I am most likely not your first choice. For all I know you might already have your eye on someone else.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder at Din. “Regardless of that Princess, I know this must be difficult for you but I beg of you to give me a chance to show you that there is potential here. I believe that in time you might come to love me.” He pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed your fingers.

“You are selling yourself quite hard Poe, I appreciate that you understand that my feelings for you aren’t where you want them to be.” You looked up at him apologetically, expecting him to have a sad look on his face but he surprised you; he was smiling - content to listen to you speak.

“I know, it’s not in you right now but I believe you will see me in a different light. I have faith.” He left the conversation there.

——

It was hard to find time to meet with Din, Poe seemed to be everywhere and his determination seemingly had no bounds.

Your mother found you as you dressed for the day - she had a note from Poe. He was asking you to accompany him into town to hand out some supplies. You couldn’t refuse him, not when your mother had delivered it herself.

“Will Din accompany us?” You asked it offhand, your voice neutral - your face a mask of nonchalance.

“No your father is going on a hunt and Din will be protecting him, there will be other guards with you.” She said it with a shake of her hand as she searched your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. “This will do nicely.” She picked out an off the shoulder, deep berry coloured dress that was not at all practical for a day out in the city.

It would have to do.

-

He had taken you to an orphanage in the heart of the city. There were kids running around of all ages and the older ones ran towards Poe when you entered - recognizing him. He had a big smile on his face as they hugged him around the middle, all decorum forgotten.

“Poe did you bring us anything?” A boy of about twelve years was eager, looking around you to the entourage of guards waiting behind you.

“Of course, brought all of you some good stuff like I always do.” He ruffled the boys hair before he held his hand out to you, you smiled and stepped forward. “I have someone very special here with me today, this is the Princess. Come on over and say hello.” He called them over to you and you saw some of the little girls eyes light up. They flocked to you, asking you if you were indeed the Princess. Asked you if you had a crown, and most importantly why you were there. They were precious.

“She’s here to help just like I am.” Poe answered for you.

A little girl of about six pulled on your dress and you lowered yourself slightly to be at her level.

“Princess, I like your dress, you’re so pretty.” She was smiling at you, her hair was a tangle but her eyes were bright.

“Thank you sweetling, you are much prettier I must say.” You moved the hair out of her eyes and she smiled wide, her little hand clutching at a makeshift cloth doll.

You helped Poe hand out toys and new clothes and there was food for them to eat. You spent the day playing with them and learning about their lives. The women who ran the orphanage knew him and you saw that all of the talk of helping the less fortunate was real, he had already been doing much more than you had ever even imagined.

It was hard to deny the little spark of something that he held within you.

He was handsome, he was kind and smart- funny and generous and with the way his eyes found yours throughout the day; he felt something for you. His eyes were piercing, dark and mysterious and for the first time, he gave you butterflies.

One of the little ones was showing you his space within the building, his bed and his tiny toy horse. He was waxing poetic about how one day he would be a knight. You were smiling at him when Poe stood next to you, his gaze heavy and it sent a flush crawling up your neck to light up your ears.

The fabric at his neck was crumpled and you couldn’t help but reach up to fix it, your arm extended over to him and his gaze focused on it, reached up to hold it to his neck. He placed a delicate kiss to your bicep and pulled you closer. The act was small, but so intimate it did something to you. Melted a tiny piece of you that up until now was frozen to him and he saw it on your face. Felt it in the way you let him hold you close, your arm still around his neck, his hand moving down to hold onto your waist.

The little boy was in front of you now, asking Poe if he would ever give him a real horse and he laughed, not unkindly.

“One day my boy, one day I will give you a horse - only if you promise to behave and be on your best behaviour. Can you do that?” The little boy nodded sagely promising he would. You didn’t pull your arm away, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

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[forever-rogue]

hi! if you’re accepting requests from prompt list #2, does angst to fluff count lol. 5 from angst, 49 from fluff lists! with reader thinking din loves someone else 🥺 i like mando x omera but.. reader who perhaps doesnt have the skills omera has and sees how din looks at her… THE ANGST 😌🤌

AN | Me, writing some Din? It’s been a hot minute, but here we are. I miss him 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Din, Main

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A small sigh, a wistful little thing, escaped your lips as you studied the gently lapping water of the lake. It was calm here, a peaceful, tranquil place that served as a welcome refuge after all that you'd been through in the last few years. Sometimes it seemed almost too good to be true. The distant sounds of laughter met your ears as children ran around and played, carefree as could be. Sometimes you wished you were that young again; innocent to life’s darker sides. Unfortunately that wasn’t a possibility, but for now you’d take the peace and stillness you could get.

Pulling off your boots and socks, you quickly tossed them to the side. The water was warm as you relaxed and leaned back, closing your eyes and soaking up the warmth of the summer sun. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar voice that your eyes slowly snapped back opened. Your heart constricted slightly as you spotted Din nearby speaking to Omera. He seemed so happy, in a much better mood than you’d seen in a long time. It was all her, and you remained invisible. Which, when it came to most things wasn’t too bad, but sometimes you wished he would see you.

“Is somebody jealous?” you hadn’t even heard the bounty hunter walk over; you supposed that’s one of the many reasons he was the best in the galaxy. Boba offered a small grimace before sitting down next to you. You shrugged him off staring back into the water. You were not about to get into anything with Boba; that man was insufferable and usually right.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you brushed him off, trying desperately not to look back at Din. Instead, you focused on the water and watched the tiny fish whiz through the water; a few of them brushed by your feet, sending a ticklish shiver up your spine, “I’m just...enjoying the calm afternoon sun and soaking up as much peace before we inevitably leave again.”

“That’s how this all works,” Boba sighed as you nodded in agreement, “you knew that from the day you became my apprentice.”

“I know,” you whispered, “but I hoped at one point I could...walk away and have a normal life. Like this.”

“Normal is all relative,” he had a point as you huffed lightly and stood up, brushing off your pants and reaching for your boots, “but if this is what you want, what you truly want, you know you’re welcome to leave whenever. I would not hold you back from the life you wanted.”

“I know, Boba,” you put your hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “the problem is that I don’t really know what I want...I think I know but...it’s more than that.”

“Of course,” he agreed, casting a quick glance at the object of your affections before turning back to you, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Either way, it will work out, just as it always does,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat, “Boba, why are you doing this?”

“I just want to make sure you’re happy - that you know that you have choices in what you’re doing,” he said like it was no big deal, but to you it meant so much. This hardened, sometimes gruff man really did have a heart of gold underneath it all, “should you want to part ways, I would understand. Should you want to stay, I’d be more than happy to have you with me. I don’t know what the future holds for myself, Fennec, or Djarin, but you know it will not always be easy. But sometimes you have to decide what’s most important.”

“Yes,” you answered softly, “thank you, Boba.”

He remained silent as you laced up your boots before padding away, back towards the village. You knew you had a lot to think about and if you wanted things to change at all, you’d have to figure out something. You cast a glance over your shoulder and you were almost positive that you’d spotted Din looking in your direction. But it was all a trick of the mind; it had to be. Why would he spare you more than a passing thought anyways?

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It was late by the time he found you; much later than any reasonable person should have been outside, but you couldn’t sleep. There was too much on your mind to silence, and if you managed to, it was short-lived and another thought came to replace the previous one. Eventually you’d given up and wandered out of the small hut home that had been acting as your own home for the last couple of months. You knew the area was safe and wanted to enjoy the temperate night air before it turned to a crisp fall breeze, or worse - you’d be gone.

Small bugs chirped happily along with the soft songs of nightbirds as you walked around the sleeping village; you weren’t scared here, you felt safe and at home. But as you rounded a corner, a gloved hand reached out and grabbed your wrist. A small yelp of surprise left your lips as you pulled into a wall of cool metal - beskar.

“Shhh,” Din placed a finger to his lips as you relaxed when you realized it was him, “you’ll wake everyone up. It’s just me.”

“Dank Farrik!” you hissed at him, “how was I supposed to know that? You could have been a murderer!”

“Well….you should be in bed sleeping.”

“So should you!” your arms crossed over your chest as you stared him down, and eventually he huffed in defeat, realizing you were right. He couldn’t sleep either, plagued by the choices he knew that he had to make sooner rather than later. He hadn’t expected you to be out as well, “what are you doing anyway?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck nervously, a flash of...something in his dark eyes, “I thought that some fresh air would clear my head.”

“Same here,” you admitted reluctantly, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence. You wished you had enough bravery (or perhaps even stupidity) in your body to just say something to him then and there. At least it would be out of the way; but you weren’t feeling anything but nervous butterflies fluttering in your tummy, “I...umm...I guess I’ll get back. Try and sleep.”

“Hey-” he reached for your arm gently before you could get too far away. You turned around and raised an eyebrow as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “d-did I do something wrong?”

“What? What are you talking about?” the question caught you off guard, but judging by the look on his face, you could sense that this was something he had been thinking for some time.

“You’ve been different lately...it almost feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“Oh DIn, you’re being ridiculous,” and yet the accusation was very true.

“You’re fine around Boba, Fennec...everyone else. But every time I’m around it feels like you can’t wait to get away,” you should have known that he would have noticed sooner or later. The man was more observant than you’d cared to admit, “if I did something, please tell me.”

“You can’t be serious, Djarin. There’s nothing wrong…”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything. You’ve got too much free time and your mind is running wild.”

“Tell me it’s not true then.”

“Din-”

“Tell me.”

“The problem is that you’re in love with someone else,” the words were out of your mouth before you even contemplated them. You were mortified and in some ways you were relieved. At least it was all out in the open now and you were able to let the chips land where they may.

“Oh,” was his only response as his head tilted to the side and he looked at you in confusion, “what?”

“I...kriff,” you sighed, “I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry - forget I said anything.”

“Who am I in love with?”

“What do you mean?” tears welled up in your eyes at his response; almost like a cruel joke, “you know, everyone knows! Omera; and why wouldn’t you be? She’s wonderful - kind, smart, beautiful … everything. Part of me wants to dislike her, but I can’t because she’s such a good person but it kills me a little bit to know that you love her and you’ll never even think twice about me. I know that’s super selfish but it’s the way I feel; and judging from how this is going I think I’m making the right decision by leaving. By myself.”

Din said nothing as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You laughed bitterly at yourself before realizing that this might have been the best decision after all. You couldn’t stay after this.

It wasn’t long before Din came to his senses and ran after you, calling your name and catching up with a few easy strides. You came to a reluctant stop as you sniffled and waited for him to say something, despite the fact that you weren’t sure you wanted to hear whatever he had to say.

“I-I-I’m not in love with Omera,” he insisted as it became your turn to look at him in bewilderment, “I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

“I’ve been talking to her about you,” he confessed, “about how to do...this sort of thing. But then you started avoiding me and I wondered if maybe I’d read the signs wrong and you didn’t like me at all. At least not in that way.”

“I don’t….what?” you heard his words but weren’t able to fully comprehend them. This had to be some sort of weird fever dream. Din sighed - his trademark sigh - before ripping off his gloves and gently putting his hands on the sides of your face. He was hesitant at first, to see if you would stop him. But you didn’t...instead you relished in his touch, the feel of his bare skin on yours sending electric shivers throughout your whole body.

After a few moments of quietly studying your features, he leaned in and slowly pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t a proper kiss by any means, hardly more than a ghost of one, but it felt...strangely wonderful. You looked at him in disbelief as he pulled back; was this really the same man that you’d met all that time ago that wouldn’t even tell anyone his name or let them see his face?

“Oh.”

“Can we go inside?” he whispered softly, “can we talk?”

“Yeah,” you agreed gently. He reached for your hand but before he could take it in his, you stopped him and pressed another sweet, barely there kiss to his lips. A tinge of pink colored his cheeks as you beamed at him, “now we can go.”

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