#I was also sort of...bored towards the end they were trying to do a few plot twists and they didn't really move me in any way. they pulled
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So, a few weeks ago I finished watching the Chibnall Era, aka the 13th Doctor's seasons, of Doctor Who. And while it was not as bad as I heard some people say it was, it was definitely not good. The main problem is that it's just kind of boring, like the characters are so underwritten that it's insane. So, I came up with some ideas (a lot of which are mostly rambling) to flesh these people out some more most of which are based on factors that the show alluded to but failed to expand upon and use for actual characterization and development. Now please remember, I am most certainly not an expert in any type of writing, I am just a teenager with a dream.
Graham:
-Have his wife Grace be around for more than one episode before dying. Have her around for at least half a season travelling with the Doctor and have her death result in the Doctor feeling guilty for putting her in danger and not being able to save her. Have Ryan be angry at the Doctor because of Grace's death while having Graham be understanding and not blame the Doctor. But then have Graham reassure Ryan that they all were aware of the risks that would come with travelling with the Doctor and that Grace died doing what she loved which was helping people.
-Have his cancer come back and have him die from it. I think it would be interesting for a companion to die from something more normal when other ones have died in the most devastating ways possible. Also, this kind of death would extend over multiple episodes which would show the characters developing reactions to the fact that Graham is going to die. You could also have something with the Doctor trying to make sure that Graham has lived a full life before he dies and trying to take him on as many adventures as possible due to the fact that the other companions who died were so young. But, have Graham tell the Doctor that he is content with the mostly quiet life he has lived and that he has accepted the fact that he is going to die because at least he'll be going to the same place where Grace is.
Ryan:
-Have Ryan feel kinda inclined to mend the relationship with his dad because he is the only blood relative he has left since Grace died. But don't have him reconcile with his father at the end. This'll instead be the moment Ryan accepts Graham as a father figure and calls Graham his grandfather. This plus his relationship with Yaz and the Doctor will emphasize the idea of a found family.
-Have his dyspraxia be touched upon more than just with throwaway lines about how he can't ride a bike and struggles with climbing ladders. Show him possibly being underestimated by some other characters maybe Graham and show the frustration that would come with that. Also, have the Doctor relate to him because of her neurodivergence which would strengthen their bond.
-Show flashbacks of how Yaz and Ryan were friends when they were in school. Maybe show how they both felt like outcasts, with Ryan feeling that way due to his dyspraxia and Yaz feeling that way due to her struggles with her sexuality and that being the reason why they became friends.
-Make Ryan's YouTube channel a greater part of his character instead of something that never gets brought up again after his first episode. Have him constantly record his adventures with the Doctor and upload them to YouTube to honor Grace in a way. Also, when Graham dies of cancer, have Ryan upload a video summarizing all of the amazing things he did with Graham which would be a great callback to what he did when Grace died.
Yaz:
-Don't have her sexuality be something that only gets barely acknowledged in the last few episodes.
-Maybe Yaz and Ryan dated while they were in school but they broke up because of Yaz's lack of feelings towards him due to her sexuality and that's why they grew apart. Also, Ryan should be the one to confront Yaz about her feelings towards the Doctor.
-They sort of implied that Yaz has some internalized homophobia. So, expand on that! They had Jack there for a minute, they could've used his bisexuality and feelings towards the Doctor or just the Doctor's nonchalantness towards gender as a way for Yaz to accept herself more. Like a big thing with Doctor Who companions is the Doctor showing them things they didn't even think were possible, the same would be true for Yaz but in a different way.
-So, Yaz is a cop. They kind of touched on the issues surrounding this in Rosa but they quickly brushed it off and it was never brought up again, and her job in general barely even plays much of a role, like she literally just quits off screen near the end. Obviously, you could make her being a cop a source of ongoing conflict because I know that the Doctor would be ACAB. The Doctor could challenge Yaz's beliefs regarding the police system, similar to how she challenged Yaz's ideas regarding gender and sexuality.
The Doctor:
-On paper I'm not really against the Timeless Child or the Flux but please just give them more time.
-Show us some lore regarding who the Doctor thought was her biological family so that we can understand how she's feeling more.
-Give more time to her confronting Tecteun. Literally, I was so excited seeing the Doctor argue with her about whether it was right for Tecteun to take her in but it only lasts for like five fucking minutes.
-Also, they used the Timeless Child as a way to sort of explain the Doctor's autistic behavior. In fact, the writers even said they intentionally wrote her as autistic and there are several scenes where they emphasize how socially awkward she is. Okay then why not have some allegories for neurodivergence? Why not equate the whole Timeless Child thing to getting an autism diagnosis? Why not use the Doctor as a way to show how autistic men are treated differently than autistic women with her being eccentricities being met with more hostility than when she was a man? Or why not just have one of the companions, maybe Ryan, explicitly acknowledge how the way she acts aligns with autism?
-Oh and that thing they had about the Doctor refusing to form strong relationships because they know that they'll likely end tragically? Yeah maybe spend more than three goddamn episodes barely acknowledging that. Like I wouldn't mind the story 13th Doctor and her companions ending tragically with her pushing them away and leaving them on Earth long enough that they've gone back to their normal lives and have realized that there's nothing they can do except hope that the Doctor is able to sort out her shit on her own.
-Oh and also don't confine the Flux to just six episodes. Like at least hint to that shit around the same time as the Timeless Child.
Also, I don't think all of the companions should be travelling with the Doctor every episode. Like a few episodes sprinkled in there where the others are staying at home and only like one or two of the companions are travelling with the Doctor this time. This way you can have episodes hyper focused on certain characters without worrying about giving the others something to do.
I have considered doing a rewrite of these seasons or something but again I'm not an expert writer. The only fic I've ever written is a 2,000 word character study and that one took me a long time to write because of how much a perfectionist I am.
#doctor who#the doctor#thirteenth doctor#13th doctor#dw#yazmin khan#yaz khan#ryan sinclair#graham o'brien#grace o'brien#chris chibnall#the timeless child#the flux#flux#timeless child#rewrite#doctor who flux
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couldn't get the damn app to work to watch exorcist 2 so I watched the autopsy of jane doe instead.
#🐇#I mean listen did they reinvent the wheel? no. but it was fun I enjoyed it#lmfao it's so stupid like I clocked the plot real fast I'm impressed with myself#I was like huh WEIRD she's got full bush! and then they mentioned about the corset and I was like oh so she's old and just hasn't aged#or decayed! but like it had some fun and spooky shots. I cared about the two main characters I was stressed out about their fates#I will say though miss janey tried to kill the dad so many times that it became almost funny to me she wanted that man GONE lmfao#I was also sort of...bored towards the end they were trying to do a few plot twists and they didn't really move me in any way. they pulled#it back around with the actual ending but yeah was a little lackluster in the final act. would definitely recommend if you're a laura palme#fan though! I also can't help but wonder if it was a mother/daughter if they would've figured it out sooner sorry to all the men out there#I wish my dad and I owned a morgue though ngl. I wanted to be a mortician literally why I went to school to be a medical assistant lmfao#but my brain was like oh absolutely not ma'am you won't be productive in any form. anywho was absolutely pleasant to watch would watch agai#time to watch exorcist 2 now though!
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Ahhhhhh can i request one for jj?? Don't you think we need more jj in this world? 'Cause i think we do <3
Kook!reader asks jj if he needs help cleaning their boat (because she has a crush on him obviously), he harshly dismisses her but she looks upset so he breaks his harsh exterior and fluff fluff fluff
Need Any Help? - JJ Maybank x reader
Summary: You, having a crush on JJ, want to be around him. What better than a day when his boat shows up broken down on your side of the island?
author’s note: so sorry for my requests coming so late! I hope you still enjoy it!
Also I know almost nothing about boats so if you do, please ignore all of my inaccurate information
Word Count: 1.5k
Pairings: JJ Maybank x kook!reader
The sun was blazing against your skin as you lingered around your dock. You were wearing jean shorts and your favorite bikini, having left any resemblance of a shirt back at your house at the shore. Sweat bubbled against your skin, leaving a sort of dewy look against your arms and chest. Lately the weather had been nice, but a little too hot for your taste. And yet your parents still wanted you to get outside and enjoy the sunshine. It was here now that you were trying to tan, but you had put your shorts back on after getting bored, and also after a few passing boats had gone by. You were looking at your phone, trying to figure out whether or not to text Topper to pick you up in his new boat. He had bragged about it the days before, and while you weren’t necessarily a boat person, it would be better than sitting alone any longer. Yes, you were bored enough to talk to Topper, who you never really bonded with that much. But your best friend Sarah was dating him, and that meant you spent a lot of time together whether you liked to or not. But he had nice boats, and you did like a boat ride.
It was getting to be around that time that you were ready to summon your best friend and her boyfriend when a familiar boat pulled up close to your dock. It had written on the side in white paint the words HMS Pogue. You didn’t think the boy noticed you as he tied up his boat across from you, smoke slowly piling up from the engine. But you knew him. It was JJ Maybank, a pogue from The Cut. You knew him well. Your heart thudded against your chest, not knowing whether or not to announce your presence. Pogues and kooks didn’t always mix, and they both tended to make each other angry. You also happened to have, oh, just a tiny little insignificant crush on him.
But because you have a brain, and didn’t want to scare him, you said, “Hey.” And started walking toward the end of the dock where he presides. You forgot about the fact that you weren’t wearing a shirt, but since it was summer and you were in your hometown of the Outer Banks, you didn’t think it mattered much.
He looked up at you momentarily, seemingly unconvinced you were of importance as he started struggling to see what was wrong with his boat. “Hey.” He said, not really caring that he was the one at your dock and he was interrupting you and not the other way around.
You didn’t really have anything else to do, but suddenly you were alone with JJ Maybank. Yes, JJ Maybank was ignoring you. But it was progress. You scooted yourself to the end of your dock and let your legs dangle off the end. You hoped your tan would cover up your blush, as this move made the proximity between the two of you much smaller. “Do you need any help?” You asked innocently, your voice soft and shy.
“Not really.” He said without looking at you. His fingers were working on something in the engine but you couldn't see what it was. His hands worked fast and nimble, like he had done this many times.
“Well, how many times has your boat broken down like this?” You asked, trying to insert yourself into the situation in a hope to help. Your dad had plenty of extra parts or engines that could easily replace JJ’s faulty one, but you didn’t want to say it outright as it could sound similar to a Topper brag.
“Really, Y/N, it’s none of your business.” JJ’s voice was gruff, seemingly frustrated. At the very least, you were just glad he remembered your name. You’d met on a few occasions, and you had fallen fast for his smile and his stupidity at parties, but you never really knew if he remembered you.
“Well we have some extra-”
“Just fuck off, Y/N, I don’t need a Kook to try and tell me what I’m doing.”
A stab to your heart, you sat stunned for a moment while JJ went back to work. Rarely had you expected JJ, of all people, to talk to you that way. You got that he had a rough boy exterior but you could expect this from Rafe…not from a boy you had some silly crush on. Because that’s what it felt like now. Silly and limp and meaningless. The blush on your cheeks reddened, crawling down to your neck.
You started to get up, but suddenly your legs felt like jelly, all numb in the knees. The nerves traveled down your legs causing you to slip and fall straight into the water. With nothing to hold onto, you fell with brunt force into the ocean. At first you were stunned again, then embarrassed, and when you reached the top of the water there was an arm reaching for you from above the depths. You took it happily, as the air from your lungs had been pushed out when you landed in the water. When you reached the surface you took gulping breaths like you had never experienced it before, climbing onto JJ’s boat and positioning yourself as far away as possible from the boy.
“I don’t have a towel to give you if that’s what you’re waiting for.” He said without looking at you again, however you noticed the sleeve of his shirt was now wet from when he pulled you from the water.
“Oh shut it, JJ.” You were formed into a little ball, your arms holding your knees to your chest. You used to be afraid of the ocean as a little kid and as embarrassing as this whole thing was for you, you just wanted to go cry in your room like you were eight again like when Rafe had called you mean names growing up.
“Oh, she remembers my name.”
When you didn’t respond, it was then that JJ looked at you. Your hair wet against your cheeks, droplets of water collected on your arm as the sun shone down on his boat. You looked utterly pathetic and upset, and he knew he was the cause of it. He turned away from the engine and crawled over to you, sitting next to you at the edge of the boat.
JJ adjusted his hat, one that you had seen him wear many times and put his arm close enough to touch yours. “The engine’s been giving me trouble for a while. That’s what you were asking right?”
You nodded, not wanting him to see how much his comments had hurt you.
“Well, you see. John B- do you know John B?” You nodded again. “Well John B’s dad gave me this engine and if I get rid of it, or get another. It’s just not the same. So I fix it, every now and again.”
You put your chin on your knee and turned your cheek to look at JJ, “That’s stupid.” You say, but it made you smile that he cared so much about it.
“Yeah well, I’m a stupid guy.” JJ furrows his eyebrows, like there was something deeper to his words. You knew what people thought of him, that he was a little reckless and carefree. But it didn’t make him stupid.
You let go of your knees, still in a puddle of water that you brought onto the boat. “It’s going to crap out on you one day.”
“I think that day is today.” JJ looks at you, his eyes stop at yours for a few seconds before looking away. You never noticed before but JJ rarely looked at you harshly, he rarely looked at you at all.
“Why do you do that?” You ask.
“Do what?” He says that edge back in his voice, as if you’re accusing him of something heinous.
“You don’t look at me.” You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. “Just look at me.”
He turned his head and your heart stopped short, “Well, you look pathetic.”
“Just what every girl wants to hear.”
“No I mean, you do. You fell into the water and that was-”
“Embarrassing.”
“Yes.” His adam's apple bobbed up and down while he swallowed, “But you also look gorgeous sitting there, and I’m trying to keep my cool.”
“Your cool? Man, I just-” You stopped yourself, not wanting to give away any bit of how much you had been crushing on this boy. “Thanks for helping me out of the water.”
“Couldn’t let you drown.”
“I wouldn’t have drowned.”
JJ smirked and squinted his eyes at you, “Never knew Kooks could swim.”
You scoffed, “You’re just making up bullshit at this point.”
“Maybe I am.” His hands were centimeters from yours. If you just nudged your pinky your hands would be touching. You sat for a second looking at them too long when JJ moved his hand over yours. His skin was hot like a furnace but it even felt nice in the warm weather.
“Let me help fix it, we have spare parts.” You said, and when you turned your head up and away from your hands JJ was already looking at you.
“We could give that a try.”
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helpless, hopeless. me94
in which he is helpless in school and hopelessly in love. (18+!!)
i think i just gave myself a crush
“could we try a reward system or something? i can’t help that i’m not motivated when the material is this” you rolled your eyes to yourself at his words, tapping your pen on the textbook in your lap out of frustration
mark was unteachable. you were sure he knew what ambition felt like, you were sure deep down he cared about academics to an extent, because you don’t commit to umich sports without at least some drive, right?
frustration got the better of you, and your tone indicated that well with your response. “what, do you want me to throw bacon at you? the reward is passing the class, mark,”
he glared at you, his jaw ticking slightly because of the attitude you’d given him. you were both starting to think your prof was some sort of comedian for pairing the two of you up for tutoring
“i meant something i want, not something i need, but thank you for your kind suggestion, i’ll be sure to keep bacon in mind when you’re throwing questions at me” you slammed the book on your lap shut, gesturing for him to tell you his great idea for how you should motivate him to study
“go ahead, then,”
his demeanour changed, his pupils dilated, and his tongue quickly poked out to lick his lips before he shrugged.
“well, i saw-“ his body language had given you plenty of context regarding what he was about to say, and you didn’t need to hear it.
“are you out of your fucking mind? you’re lucky if it’s a hundred degrees in here and i even consider taking off my hoodie,” you shut him down before the thought could even reach his lips.
“come on, you need the extra credit. i’ll do it too, if i get one wrong, or something,” you shook your head, lips parted in exasperation.
if you didn’t think it’d get to his already big head, you’d laugh like he was telling a hilarious joke
“i need the extra credit, not the extracurriculars. i also have zero interest in seeing you without a shirt on,” he grinned for a split second, hiding it by hanging his head until he could fight it off.
“if you want my opinion, the extracurriculars might help you calm the fuck down. but sure, you don’t need it,” you sucked your teeth, not even bothering to respond to him as you stuffed your things back into your backpack and moved off his bed.
“hey, wait, i was just being a dick, y/n,” he reached his arm to grab your wrist, but you moved away, and his hand landed square on your thigh. you could see the gears turning in his head before he used the leverage to tug you back towards him.
“it seems like dick is almost your default. let me go, there are plenty of pretty boy assholes for me to tutor for my extra credit. a few in this house, actually. but nobody in their right mind is agreeing to strip if it means you’ll pay attention to them” he raised an eyebrow, disagreeing with your last remark.
“and what if i don’t want any other mean tutors to strip for me?” your cheeks went hot but you blatantly ignored the feeling, refusing to look down at him cause you knew what was waiting for you if you did.
his hands were already smoothing up and down your hips, and when you refused to look at him he stood, pressing his chest to yours.
your chin ended up just by his collar bone, and he looked down at you, a soft pout showing in his eyes but not his lips.
“this isn’t cute.” you deadpanned, causing him to smirk, tilting his head.
“no?” you shook your head, mimicking his no, but definitively rather than questioningly.
“is it convincing, at least?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.
you sighed in response, taking the flash cards from your front bag pouch and throwing the rest of the bag on the floor.
you both sat back down on his bed, and you glumly asked the first question on the card. he got it wrong, and eyed you til you moved to the next card.
you were half expecting him to take his sweater off, but he hadn’t.
he looked bored right out of his mind, and the way he answered showed that he was still wildly disinterested in the topic.
he wouldn’t ponder, just immediately said the first thing that came to mind so he could move on.
the next question, you knew he had the answer to. when he got it right, you paused.
he raised an eyebrow, giving you a look of annoyance when you took so long to flip to the next question.
he quickly lost the attitude when you pulled your sweater over your head and refused to meet his eyes, just moved on to the next question quietly.
he took longer to think about it this time, eventually coming up with the right answer. you look your shirt off, leaving you in your bra.
you looked up at him for a quick second to see his cheeks bright red and his lips parted, his lashes fluttering as he blinked repeatedly.
he hardly heard the next question, and stumbled until he got it wrong. you looked at him expectantly, then looked away, trying not to look back at him while he cleared his throat and pulled off his sweater
he hadn’t been wearing a shirt underneath, so you were met with his bare chest when you did muster up the courage to look in his direction.
he got the next question right, and you gave yourself a moment before you raised your hips and discarded your pants. he was staring at you, gaze soft but almost overwhelming as it took you in.
he got the next question right as well, but you didn’t budge, just gave him a small shake of your head.
“something else, then. yeah? maybe come sit in my lap,” you nodded reluctantly, taking your new place on his thigh, your side to his chest.
you ignored the bulge in his sweatpants to the best of your ability, and then he got the next question wrong, so the only barrier between the two of you was your respective underwear
you ignored the way he twitched when you moved even slightly, and you definitely ignored the way he was throbbing, too focused on the same sensation coming from your own core.
“what now?” you asked, voice meek and quiet as you looked down at him.
“i have some ideas im not sure you would approve of” he grinned, and you rolled your eyes in response, cheeks getting warm for what felt like the millionth time that night. this time, though, the rest of your skin felt a similar scorching feeling under his eyes.
“like what?” he licked his lips at that, taking the cards from your hand and setting them aside.
he kissed your lips once, but wasted no time in moving to your jaw, down your neck and to the tops of your boobs.
you let him take his time there, liking the sensation of him nipping gently at the sensitive skin, but eventually you pulled his face back so you could kiss him properly again.
you revelled in the feeling of his smile against your lips, and were quick to part your lips when his tongue slid against your lower one.
you felt his hands pull at your waist, and you let him move you, eyebrows furrowing when he set you so his thigh was slotted between your own.
his thigh jerked when you took it upon yourself to roll your hips, the sudden movement pulling a whine from your lips.
“god you’re so beautiful, baby” he mumbled, placing his hands on your thighs and rubbing slow circles with his thumb.
you buried your hands in his hair, pulling at it whenever his thigh twitched or whenever his hands would inch further up
the rhythm of your hips was steady against him and his kisses were like a drug.
eventually, he worked his kisses to your chest again, and his hands came up to gently swipe along the clasp of your bra, looking up at you as if you ask permission to take it off
his lips were swollen and red, he was panting and all you could focus on was the sweet, begging look in his eyes as you nodded, mumbling your consent.
his right hand moved to pinch at your left nipple, the sensitive skin hardening under his oddly gentle touch, while his lips closed around the other, almost hesitantly
you sucked in a breath, eyes fluttering shut in time for his left hand to move down to your core and rub sweet, soft circles on your clit through the fabric of your panties
“s’ okay?” he asked, out of breath and almost immediately returning his attention to your boob while halting his left hand to wait for your response
“yeah- yeah, s’ okay,” you whimpered, basking in all the stimulation he was providing you.
you were still gently rolling your hips, and his fingers worked in unison with that, so you were already inching closer and closer to your orgasm
you wanted to hide away in him, and though merely twenty minutes ago the idea (and reality) of being with him in an enclosed space seemed awful, he was doing well at making you feel the opposite. you wanted to be as close as possible
he took his time, eyes closed peacefully as he brought you to the edge, and eventually over it.
it was ridiculously powerful, especially for how gentle he’d been, and you bit your lip so hard you swore you tasted blood just to keep in your moans.
he brought his lips back up to your own again, hands cradling your jaw and the back of your head while he eased you onto your back, underneath him.
you pulled away from him, looking up into his eyes with an expression you couldn’t explain. he responded with a soft smile, kissing you on the head reassuringly before trailing down your jaw and focusing on your neck
his hands, now gliding along your waist, were warm and the sensation made you feel fuzzy.
“so gentle,” you stated, words coming out as a half confused whisper. his lips formed a smile against your collarbone and he pulled back a few inches, glancing up at you for a quick second
“i can be,” was his response. you blinked, taking his hands in your own and moving them to your hips, his thumb conveniently nudging at the waistband of your underwear
he moved back up so your heads were level, licking his lips before looking down by your core, then back up at you.
“i like it,” you replied, delayed but still appreciated. he tried his best not to grin like a fool, his heart feeling full in his chest
you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips curled up, but he immediately shot them down, keeping his composure
he slid two fingers from each hand into your panties, a questioning look in his eyes and his head tilting slightly. you took a deep breath, breaking eye contact to recuperate before nodding and raising your hips, bringing your eyes back to his.
he tugged them down slowly, giving you a reassuring look before ultimately moving his eyes to where his hands were, breath caught in his throat.
a choked whine came from your throat as the cold air touched newly bare skin, and mark finally let his breath go, shakily.
“oh, baby,” he murmured, eyes somehow becoming darker but softer at the same time
your folds were glistening with both your first release and your arousal, and every touch from his fingers, even featherlight, had you twitching
you took the time he used to work his boxers off and grab protection from his night stand to catch your breath, and let it sink in
everything, how sweet he was being, how well he stimulated you, how satisfying the orgasm was, how had you been asked just yesterday, you’d have said with full confidence he’d probably never made a girl come before
maybe you underestimated his game, or maybe he just cared about you
either way, your heart fluttered involuntarily when he grabbed your hand, interlocked your fingers and rubbed soothing circles along your knuckles while he waited to push into you
when he did, you couldn’t help the surprised noise that came from your lips. not because he hadn’t warned you, but because of the stretch
he took his time, not letting go of your hand, not changing up his pace.
he looked over at you after finally opening his eyes, originally having closed them when he’d bottomed out, to see you already looking at him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
your eyes were filled with a look of what he placed as uncertainty, and he smiled, using the hand not holding yours to push your hair back out of your face sweetly, hoping it would reassure you
you just blinked, lips parting in realization; mark truly liked you
you used your free hand to cup the back of his head, connecting your lips once again. he felt all of the previous pressure lift from his shoulders, hips pressing taught against yours and staying there for a moment before he resumed thrusting
you moaned into his mouth, and he hummed in return.
he pulled his lips away from yours, pressing your foreheads together while he gave you one last thrust, the two of you toppling harshly over the edge simultaneously
he hissed, trying to work you through your orgasm while not overstimulating himself, and it was all perfect.
your quiet huffs, struggled moans while you tried to keep quiet for his housemates’ sake, were perfect. the way your thighs twitched was perfect, and the way you hugged onto him when he collapsed onto you was perfect.
he pulled out of you, rolling over and throwing out the condom. you immediately turned onto your side, cuddling into his chest and holding onto him tight.
“y/n?” you hummed, eyes already closed and legs tangling into his
“that wasn’t just, like, a heat of the moment thing, i really- i really, really like you, y/n” you could hear his heart pounding and feel his skin go hot under yours, and you smiled.
you pressed your hand to his chest, feeling his heart slow down significantly under the contact
“are you asking me out, estapa?” you mumbled, earning a chuckle and a sweet kiss on the lips
“if that’s okay with you,” he answered, and you grinned sleepily
“more than okay”
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My main problem with the idea of either non-Force sensitive people becoming Jedi or the whole "everyone is actually Force sensitive if you try hard enough" thing isn't that Force sensitivity is what makes the Jedi interesting, it's that this is what makes them JEDI.
There are TONS of characters in Star Wars who, if they were Force sensitive, would make excellent Jedi and I love quite a few of them. Just for a few quick examples off the top of my head: Bail and Breha Organa, Beru and Owen Lars, and Hera Syndulla (the Rebels version, not the Ahsoka show version). Sabine Wren, by the end of Rebels, would count on this list, as well (but not the Ahsoka show version). Jyn Erso and Bodhi Rook, especially by the end of Rogue One (Baze and Chirrut obviously would fit on this list, too, but they are already a part of their own religion that they might have chosen regardless of whether they were Force sensitive or not and I am choosing to respect that). Bix Calleen and Brasso from Andor. Greez from the Cal Kestis games maybe. And there's probably more that I am missing.
But the point I am making here is that none of these characters (bar Sabine in the Ahsoka show) are ever assumed to be Jedi. I don't think a SINGLE fan would ever try to argue with me that they ARE Jedi. And obviously it does not make any of them less interesting or enjoyable as characters to not be Jedi.
So if you're going to come at me with the accusation "How boring do you have to be to think the only reason the Jedi are interesting is because they're Force sensitive" then my rebuttal is this: Do you think all of the non-Jedi characters in Star Wars AREN'T interesting because they don't bear the title of Jedi? Does Sabine Wren suddenly become MORE interesting of a character when she's (theoretically) the exact same character, but now she gets to call herself a Jedi? Would Bodhi Rook or Brasso suddenly be more interesting characters if they called themselves Jedi but nothing else about them changed?
How boring do YOU have to be to think that the only interesting characters in Star Wars are those who call themselves Jedi? Personally, I really love that there are all of these characters out there with a bunch of different narrative paths open to them specifically because they AREN'T Jedi. Cassian Andor, Luthen Rael, Saw Gerrera, and Mon Mothma get to be REALLY intricate and morally ambiguous characters specifically because they are not Jedi at all. All the characters I listed above get to be these really lovely heroes for the little guy that showcase that you don't need to have cosmic powers and a laser sword and a fancy title to make a difference. There's a whole sort-of underlying side story within some of these stories about how the galaxy relied on the Jedi to solve all of their problems and how they're forced to step up and defend themselves for once after the Jedi are destroyed, leading to the introduction of all of these non-Force sensitive heroes, some more grey than others.
The Jedi are beacons of hope within the narrative, a model of selfless compassion to constantly strive towards. They are characters who consistently become their best selves through hard work and dedication. This is one of the MANY reasons I love them so much.
But I ALSO love that there are characters who AREN'T Jedi, characters who have no additional cosmic powers or knowledge, and have to figure out how to make the right choice instead of the easy choice ANYWAY, even when it's hard, even when it requires sacrifice. I love stories about the little people in the galaxy learning how to step up and emulate the Jedi when the Jedi are no longer there to be a bulwark between them and their own darkness. The beautiful tragedy of this entire side story lies in the galaxy learning the lessons the Jedi were trying so hard to teach them only after the Jedi themselves are gone due to the galaxy's selfishness. This is the bed the galaxy made for itself and now they have to lie in it. But they do! Eventually, person by person, they do.
And eventually, after many many years, just like their selfishness bore consequences, their selfless efforts also ultimately bring rewards in the form of the Jedi returning. And it's only once the Jedi and the people of the galaxy start fighting TOGETHER, the way they were always supposed to, that they're able to defeat the darkness. THAT'S the story. The Jedi and the people of the galaxy are in a symbiotic relationship with each other, a theme that doesn't work if you go for the concepts where everyone gets to be a Jedi. The Jedi are a specific group of people, they are the Force made manifest, they are beacons of hope, they are an ideal to work towards. This doesn't work with the "Jedi can also be people without Force sensitivity" or "everyone has Force sensitivity" concepts. It just doesn't.
So of course there are plenty of characters who aren't Force sensitive who follow Jedi philosophies or act in a way the Jedi would approve of. These people are the ones choosing to be in balance with the Jedi, which in turn is what brings balance to the entire galaxy.
If this interpretation of Star Wars and the Jedi comes off as boring to you, then, well, that sounds like a you problem and you're more than welcome to find a different corner of fandom to go spend time in and leave me to my corner.
#star wars#jedi#pro jedi#jedi appreciation#the force#ahsoka show#ahsoka show negativity#anti ahsoka show#andor#rogue one
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The Ability to Smell Beauty
“Do you smell that?” Paint asked, flicking her tongue out to taste the air, just like the orange-scaled lizard she resembled. “That is LOVELY. Where is it?”
I looked around the forest-lined landing pad. All sorts of plants that I’d never seen before waved on the breeze: tree-things shaped like willows that someone had coated in enough hairspray to make them stand on end, bush-things with leaves that snapped at flies, moss and mushrooms and lumps that could have been frogs or seedpods, or maybe oddly-shaped rocks.
“I have no idea,” I told Paint honestly.
“Help me find it,” she said, striding away from the ship with her shoulder bag held tight and determination on her scaly face.
I glanced back at the captain and several others, who were passing time with an alien card game. The person who was supposed to have delivered our next shipment was late. Nothing else to do but hang around and try not to be bored.
“We’re going to look around a little,” I called, walking after Paint. “We won’t go far.”
Captain Sunlight nodded, her own scaly yellow face focused on the cards. “Scream if you need anything.” Then she triumphantly played a card that made Mur flail his tentacles in aggravation.
I said that I would, and followed my shorter crewmate as she waded into the undergrowth with her tongue flicking madly.
“So what exact smell are we looking for?” I asked, wondering if that was the right word. “Smelling for?”
“It’s kind of sharp, but in a good way,” Paint told me distractedly. “Sharp like a good kitchen knife, like string music, like a poignant memory.”
“Right,” I said, taking an experimental sniff. Everything smelled like alien plants, and not like violins or whatever. “Hm.”
“I think it’s this way. Low to the ground.” Paint scrambled under bushes, getting her bag caught on one of the flytrap mouths.
“Do you want me to carry that?” I asked.
“Yes please.” She held it up, still under the bush. Flytraps slapped at both of us, but weren’t strong enough to do any damage, even to my soft human skin. Paint probably didn’t even notice through her scales.
I shouldered the bag that held Paint’s sketchbook or novel or entertainment screen; whatever she’d brought out for waiting in the sun. I’d been about to go back in for something similar when she’d hared off on this quest.
“Over here!” Paint said, sounding more sure. She rustled out the other side of the bush and made delighted noises. When I made my way around the shrubbery, I found her at the base of a large boulder, gathering walnut-looking things into a greedy pile.
“Is that it?” I asked.
“Yes! Smell one!” Paint thrust one toward me.
I took it and sniffed. Not bad. Kind of like cloves, that sort of spicy sharpness that just felt festive. “Huh. Pretty good.”
“Isn’t it amazing?” Paint asked, holding up a double handful and taking an open-mouthed whiff. “Gimme the bag back; I’m taking these with me.”
“Are you sure they’re safe?” I asked as I handed it over. “Do you know what kind of plant they are?”
“Yeah, it’s that one from the store on the beach back home,” Paint said, shoveling eagerly. “The good one I could never find again. I forget the name. Sunlight will know.”
“All right,” I agreed. They really didn’t smell that special to me. It would be interesting to see if Captain Sunlight also treated the things like lizard-alien catnip, or if this was just something that Paint liked. A lot.
When she’d gathered everything on the ground — a few good handfuls — she looked around for more. I spotted one growing from the spindly sapling that poked out of a crack in the boulder, and Paint happily added it to the rest.
“I wonder if there are any other bushes like that,” she said, standing with the bag and studying the trees.
“We shouldn’t go far,” I reminded her. “Gotta stay in screaming range.”
“Sure, sure,” Paint said. “Just a quick look over this way. I think those plants grow near the beach, and I hear waves.”
Remembering Kavlae’s description of the landing pad as being “within dancing distance of the sea,” I put more attention toward the ambient sounds. That wasn’t all windblown foliage after all.
Paint was already disappearing into more bushes, so I hurried after, not wanting to lose track of her. “Slow down! I’m sure they’re not going anywhere.”
“Yes, but they’re so beautiful!” she said from somewhere ahead. “There are whole worlds in that smell. Don’t you think so?”
“It’s okay, I guess.”
“Okay?? It’s gorgeous! I want to decorate my room with them, and smell these every day! You really don’t think it’s that big a deal?” Paint sounded insulted.
“I think my nose just works a little differently from yours,” I said gently. “I’m sure they’re very nice.”
Paint huffed, pushing through the leaves harder and muttering something uncomplimentary about a nose that couldn’t smell beauty.
I had to laugh. “There are plenty of good smells out there,” I said. “And I don’t need my nose for beauty; I have my eyes for that.”
“Really,” Paint grumbled. “If you can’t appreciate this, then forgive my doubts.” She was still grumping about loveliness and the ability to sense it when she shoved through the last of the bushes. “Well, there’s the beach,” she said. “No trees, crackle it. Let’s go back.”
I ducked under a leafy branch to join her just as she turned to go. The view stopped me in my tracks.
Blue waves crashed against a beach made of glittering gemstones, sprawling as far as the eye could see in either direction. Every color under the sun, fist-sized and head-sized and a fine shimmering sand, washed bright by the waves. I could swear that native birds somewhere were singing a dramatic crescendo of a symphony, though maybe that was just in my head.
“Paint,” I said, not moving. “Can I borrow your bag? I’ll carry it back for you.”
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Further adventures in backstory for this book. More to come!
#humans are weird#humans are space orcs#haso#hfy#my writing#the Token Human#the sense of smell#beautiful things
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my boyfriend's boyfriend
jamie drysdale x fem reader ft. trevor zegras
requested by @corneliaskates: "okay in light of these photos… I’m making you write jamie for me what about like moving in with him but like moving in with him also means moving in with trevor and… chaos ensues"
wc: 2.3k
warnings: blood in the context of undercooked food and also minor injury, reference to Jamie's shoulder injury and doctors offices, swearing, mention of drugs in a medical context, chaos, buffoonary
a/n: just some fun casual writing for a collection of scenes that i think you’d likely see upon moving into the zegras/drysdale household, pls enjoy the chaos! lots of this unhinged behavior we already knew about the 2 of them but a few details came from the recent "The Players Lounge" podcast episodes with jamie and trevor so go listen! (also would the homies wanna see me write for mason mctavish cause i really would love to do so)
Jamie stares blankly at the doctor as he continues to come to. He doesn’t hear the inquisition the doctor made. The first thought on his mind is the only thought he's had since he skated off the ice, his left shoulder in a dead hang: his season is over, there’s no way around it.
“Mr. Drysdale?” The physician tries to get Jamie’s attention.
“Yes, umm I’ll be there to help him. I’ve taken time off work.” Jamie turns his head slowly to look at you. He barely registers what you’ve said. He almost wants to ask you to repeat it but he knows he heard you right. The doctor shifts toward you, flipping through the aftercare instructions and various medications Jamie will have to take. You’re collected, attentive, and receptive all the while Jamie’s eyes bore into your profile, trying to understand. He’s still drowning in self-wallowing and frustration and now is trying to parse through the funny sort of feeling in his heart watching you prepare yourself to be a part time caretaker for him. Not only are you here right now, you’ve just admitted out loud, without any previous discussion between the two of you that you are not just willing but going to help him during his recovery?? He feels an intensity to communicate his love and appreciation for you that he’s not used to but ends up manifesting as,
“Will you move in with me?” The door to the exam room has just barely clicked shut from the doctor’s exit. Your spine is rod straight now from where you were previously collecting your purse and coat. Jamie’s always been a fiddler, twitching and messing with loose skin on his finger or the belt loop of your jeans, but now he sits perfectly still as he stares at you.
“Where’s the big red button, I think they gave you too much of something bud.” Humor always serves as a great deflection tactic for you but Jamie won’t let you off the hook.
“No no, I’m serious. Do you want to move in with me?” Your expression remains slightly standoffish as you draw closer to the bed. As you prop yourself on the hospital bed, you notice his eyes are inviting, stoic: a safe place to land. Lazy fingers reach to soothe Jamie’s uninjured arm.
“Would you have asked me if you hadn’t torn your shoulder?” Jamie’s nod is emphatic.
“Yes, it probably just would’ve taken me a bit longer to ask. You still make me nervous-- but like in a good way, in a good way.” Jamie stumbling over his words endears you like nothing else. “I kind of hate being without you, not in a weird codependent way, I just really like who I am when you’re around.”
Your mind is already made up after Jamie’s unbridled honesty but you still have to ask,
“Shouldn’t you run this by Trev first maybe?” He is a member of the household, though not much of a contributing one. To sell his conviction, Jamie’s eyes don’t leave yours as he reaches for his phone in the back pocket of the jeans he thinks he’s wearing. He gets an awful fright meeting bare skin under the hospital gown. Creasing at the waist with laughter doesn’t hinder you too much as you dig for his phone in your purse. He takes it sheepishly from your grasp. As he dials Trevor’s number, you urge him to put it on speaker phone.
“Jimmy! How high are you, man??”
“Z, Y/N’s gonna move in with us.”
“I thought she already lived here?”
—
Since the moment of Jamie’s injury you’ve been practically inseparable. Surgeon consultations, post op, helping him dress, cooking for him, you’ve truly been there for it all for Jamie. Now that he’s several months post op and regained most all of his range of motion, he’s been eager to pick up some slack.
“Are they closed?”
“Jamie my love, yes. I’ve literally had them closed every time you’ve asked in the last 15 minutes.” You sigh, patience thinning at both the frequent reminders and… well… how goddamn slow Jamie’s being. To pass the time, you’ve taken to concocting a game with the yellow spots on the inside of your closed eyelids.
“Dude it’s been fucking hours would you hurry up already?”
“Trevor, no one asked you.” Jamie snips at his childish best friend. It’s date night tonight and Jamie wanted to cook for you. Trevor decided, because he is cripplingly codependent, that he just had to sit on the living room couch to scroll Instagram. You’ve mentally taken the under on Trevor stealing some of your bread with olive oil within the first five minutes of it being in front of you because ‘Jimmy why didn’t you make any for me too?’
“Okay it's ready, you can open!” Slowly doing as you’re told to readjust to the well lit dining room, you catch Jamie scurrying around to his side of the table. His face holds an adorably pleased expression, you can tell he’s very proud of himself. The spread in front of you is barbequed steak, bread with olive oil, and a green salad; a shockingly balanced meal. A normally restless boy, Jamie vibrates with excitement even more now as he waits for your appraisal.
“Jamie baby, it looks amazing! Thank you!” Crows' feet emerge to compensate for his smile becoming impossibly wider, yet he’s still a bit shy, bashful after your praise.
“I’d hope so, it took you long enough Jimbo,” the peanut gallery croons again. You don’t even acknowledge Trevor as you begin to saw through your steak… until red liquid begins to pour out… Stunned and surprised, your mouth gapes for a moment, finding the gentlest way to put things.
“Jamie,” drawing out the final vowel, your eyes flick to his. His expression is eager with eyebrows raised in question.
“How long was this steak on the barbeque for?”
“Like 10 minutes I think? Why?” Jamie pales slightly at your question.
“I think the heat was too high babe.” Jamie observes his steak with a close eye and then oggles yours from across the table before reaching for his knife.
“What do you mean? You said it looks amazing, I mean look at those char marks!”
“Jamie baby, it's practically still moo’ing…” Trevor bursts out laughing, his stupid wheeze accompanying Jamie’s panic. As his knife breaches the admittedly lovely crust, bloody liquid pours out of Jamie’s steak as well. The color of his cheeks grows to match that of what's on his plate. Jamie starts to say something but it’s Trevor’s voice you both hear instead.
“Just put it in the microwave.”
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The team returned last night from the East coast road trip. You and Jamie have been in denial about Trevor’s return, trying to stretch out the silence with a lazy day on the couch. Trevor however has had other plans.
“Why do I have the least blanket right now? I’m literally the tallest of us three.”
“Because no one invited you to join?” You shove at Trevor’s toes that are digging into your thigh from how you’re sardine-d on the couch. He whines as you do so, pushing at you back. Harder. “Ow Trevor stop!”
“What I’m not fucking doing anything!”
“Guys! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” Jamie bursts, effectively shutting you both up. Trevor glares at you as you snuggle further into Jamie’s chest, Jamie's arm visibly tightening around you. The face you give Trevor is smug.
“Fine, I’ll just go somewhere else then.” As he stands from the couch he makes an equally childish display of flipping the blanket up and over your head, messing up your hair and covering your eyes.
Jamie coos quietly at you not to say anything or react so you remain calm and settle in to watch the rest of the current episode of Yellowstone with your boyfriend.
A few minutes later when there is a distinct cacophony of falling caps, banging metal doors, and at least a liter container of liquid (hopefully closed) hitting the floor, it’s not hard to tell Trevor has decided to do his laundry. He comes back upstairs acting as if nothing was afoot.
It’s not until an hour later when Trevor has made the switch to the dryer that you notice something actually might be off. Wafting up from downstairs is a distinct smell of burning. You pause to be sure your nose isn’t confusing something else before voicing your worry.
“Do you smell that?” Jamie sniffs violently enough to be audible.
“What are you– oh shit!” Jamie moves from behind your back leaving you flopping onto yours from his quickness. “Trevor!!” He shouts while bounding down the stairs. “I told you, you have to clean the lint trap every single time you use the dryer!” His voice grows inaudible the farther downstairs he gets. Trevor peeks his head out from his room.
“Was he talking to me?” You can’t help but laugh, hands covering your face in disbelief.
“Why are we friends with you?”
“I’m fucking awesome, duh.”
—
“Okay don’t panic–” Is all you hear before you start to panic. “But umm Z might’ve slipped on the roof…”
“Tell me you’re joking. Why are you calling me? Oh my god Jamie, call the trainer or something! Is he hurt?” It’s brisk in the shade where you stepped out of your office to answer the incessant calls from your boyfriend. You’re still not off for another hour.
“I think he’s okay. Definitely tore open his leg but we put some stuff on it. He’s still complaining about it but you know him, he’s always complaining about something so I think he’s okay.” As Jamie finishes, your phone vibrates with a text. “I sent you a picture of it.” The picture reveals a shallow cut about 6 inches long down the front of Trevor’s calf. There’s still remnants of blood around the cut itself and more notably about 12 normal sized bandaids placed like a patchwork quilt over the area of interest. Idiots. “We didn’t wanna get in trouble with the team…” Jamie says softly, decidedly embarrassed.
“I see. Okay well great job with the band aids you guys. I’ll pick some more up on the way home and some other supplies. Why were you up there?”
“I was playing guitar and Trevor came up to tell me he could do it better and then promptly took it from me.” There’s a pouty lilt to Jamie’s voice that makes you wonder if Trevor’s really the one that got hurt.
“Did he damage your guitar Jim Jam?” A shiver rakes your body as you’re desperate to get back inside the office.
“No, thank god.” He’s quiet, waiting for your reply.
“You’re doing great Jamie, it’s really coming along baby.” He chirps a thank you, easily excited by your dismissal of Trevor’s insult. The two of you say your goodbye’s over Trevor’s whining in the background.
On your way home, as promised, you stop at a drugstore to grab some gauze and larger wraps for Trevor’s ‘injury.’ You send a snarky picture of two contending boxes of Band Aids side by side to Trevor. Your caption ‘Mandalorian or Tangled?’ Something tells you Trevor’s reply is completely serious when your phone lights up with ‘Flynn Rider.’
—
Jamie slips into your shared bathroom as you’re fanning gently at your face. He smiles kindly but doesn’t start a conversation. Instead he reaches for his toothbrush and sets to brushing his teeth. The two of you don’t normally get ready for bed together at the exact same time. Typically one of you is asleep on the couch and being prodded at by the other to come to bed. Well, you normally prod at Jamie while he normally gallantly carries you to bed without disturbing your sleep. As he brushes his teeth, Jamie observes you as his entertainment. He steadies himself with a hip popped against the counter and one foot crossed in front of the other.
Jamie’s attention does not bother you. Being the type not to speak until prompted, Jamie’s stays silent, his watchful gaze comforting if anything. That is until his lips form a small smile around his toothbrush that begins to grow. Finally you flick your eyes over to him in the mirror and notice toothpaste beginning to trickle down his chin. A drop that was lingering ominously begins to fall so you lurch forward to catch it in the palm of your hand, not wanting to risk the white carpet square Jamie’s standing on.
“If you keep smiling like that you’re gonna get toothpaste on yourself Jamie. Be careful.” The toothpaste in your palm is flicked into the sink before you promptly rinse your hand. Jamie heeds your warning, deciding it's time for him to rinse as well. After his hands are towel dried he moves to hug you from behind. The smile is still on his face.
“Seriously, what are you smiling about, mister?” A giggle escapes your chest. You feel Jamie’s shrug against your back as you dig for another product in the drawer next to you.
“Dunno, I’m just so happy you’re here.” Around you, Jamie’s never shied away from honesty and it’s something you’ve always appreciated. The last few months living with Jamie and Trevor has been chaos, hell at times, and insanely stressful but you’ve still found joy in every moment. So you meet Jamie’s honesty with some of your own when you say,
“There’s no place I’d rather be.”
Later, when the two of you find yourselves curled around each other in bed, under an excessive number of blankets, it’s like Trevor has ESP for when he’s being left out of affections. A knock on the conjoining wall confirms this theory. His voice is muffled but you can still make it out.
“I love you guys.” Jamie chuckles and kisses your forehead, shaking with laughter of your own.
“We love you too Trevor.”
#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale x reader#jamie drysdale imagine#trevor zegras#trevor zegras imagine#anaheim ducks#nhl imagine#hockey imagine#ducks hockey#my writing
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Everything In Between
Pairing: Penguin x reader
Content: Strawhat!reader, mentions of alcohol, fluff, pining, secret crushes teehee, kissing🤭
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: ah yes, my favorite barely mentioned or seen side character🩷 also i know he’s not a main character or anything but like pls give this fic a chance anyway🤞🏽idk guys he’s just so fine to me, something about characters with hidden faces or masks… anyway halfway through writing i realized this reminds me a lot of the song “In Between” by Gracie Abrams (which is unreleased i think?) and so that’s where the title is from😇 enjoy! <3
Edited 2/11/24
As a Straw Hat Pirate, you’re happy to enjoy the many blessings that come with having a lax and fun-loving captain. You and your crew often have parties often for no reason in particular, and when there is one; the celebrations are even grander. It definitely wasn’t part of your original “10 year plan”, but you couldn’t be happier that you wound up on the crew.
Beyond frequent opportunities for food, music, and dancing; getting to meet people from all around the world is a close second in terms of your favorite part of being a pirate. You’ve been to more islands than you could count at this point, and flirted with met people from all walks of life. Royalty, civilians, government officials, other pirates… God, did you love the pirates.
The Heart Pirates were probably your favorite of all- outside of your own crew. Even before Luffy created an alliance with them, and you met them in passing on Saobody, you thought they were just great. So organized in their matching jumpsuits and everything- how neat! And the captain, Law, is a good looking guy, but he’s not the one who made you so giddy over simple glances that you would giggle and kick your feet in your room after being with him. No, that only happened when you were formally introduced to one of his subordinates- Penguin. You didn’t even really know the guy, but you were bored at a party one night and looking to have some fun. You ended the night with more feeling than you’d bargained for though; all because he came up and asked if you knew the difference between a Straw Hat and a Heart as a joke.
You cross your arms and tilt your head, intrigued, “No, what?”
“One’s a hat, and the other is a vital organ.” he says with a grin, red solo cup in hand. You can’t even see his eyes as he leans in, waiting for your reaction.
After a brief silence (which comes from you thinking, “this guy is seriously corny. And hot,”) you give him one in full; laughing like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.
“Oh! You… You liked it!” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
Your laugh is bright and clear to him despite the loud party atmosphere which you’re standing just a few paces away from. He’s mesmerized; and it could just be the party-high talking, but Penguin thinks he’d do just about anything to make you laugh like that again. Because, little do you know, he’s always sort of admired you from afar.
As you come down from your fit of laughter, you ask if he has anymore jokes like that one. He shakes his head “no” with a bashful smile.
“Aww, that’s too bad.” You touch his arm as you continue, “What’s your name, funny guy?”
The simple touch causes his confidence to skyrocket, and he takes a small step toward you. “I’m Penguin,” he grins, “ and you’re y/n, right?”
You nod, “It’s nice to meet you, Penguin.”
“Soooo, you think I’m funny?”
“Mhm, your partner doesn’t tell you that?”
“Nope, no partners here. None at all, not with me.”
Another giggle slips past your lips, “Good, I’d hate to get you in trouble.”
His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper, “Why would we get in trouble?”
“Well, we’re flirting, aren’t we? Or I’m trying to flirt with you, at least.”
Penguin feels faint. How lucky was he; not only to have a pretty person like you so blatantly flirting with him, but to have you flirting with him. The object of a long distance, mostly delusion fueled affection he’d harbored for… Well, however long it’s been since he first saw you in Sabaody. He doesn’t even want to finish off his drink- and it’s only his first of the night! But if he does, he might not remember this moment.
He’s so caught up in the thought of you that’s he’s simply nodding at your words, “Something something… dance… music…” Your lips are so pretty, and your voice might be the most melodic thing to ever grace his ears- besides your laugh, of course. And your hands are so damn soft- which is unexpected for a pirate, but most fitting for someone of your beauty.
Wait, since when had you taken his hand? And led him away from the railing? …What had he agreed to go again?
Well, who knows, and who cares! He’d gladly let you lead him to your cabin right now, if that’s what’s happening, and once the door was closed he’d be more than willing to-
“Penguin? You ok?”
His cheeks flush when you look back at him “Yeah! I’m good, great even-“
You turn fully so you’re walking backwards, and take his other hand so both are interlocked. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”
Penguin realizes you’re standing closer to the source of the music (the skeleton man… what was his name?) and at the center of the deck. “No, no of course not…”
“Mkay,” you smile, putting one of his hands onto your waist and resting your now free hand on his shoulder.
“Ohhh, right: dancing.”
Penguin tries his best, really, but you find that he’s a mediocre dance partner. He steps on your feet multiple times over the course of just 2 songs, probably because his eyes stay trained on you rather than observing and following your movements. You call it quits on the 3rd song and tell him you’re going to get a drink.
“So much for having fun with a cute guy tonight.” you mutter to yourself under your breath before taking a sip of your drink. He was so zoned out, it’s like he wasn’t even interested all of a sudden. Major turn off… Scratch that, a major disappointment, considering you were still very much on.
That’s when Penguin finds you at the drink table, and pours himself some sort of liquor before he steps closer to talk to you. “So much for not drinking tonight, but I’m gonna need it.” he thinks to himself. He steps closer and waves at you.
“Hey y/n, so I uh…. I kind of lied. I don’t really know how to dance- not like you do, at least.”
You smile and wave off his concerns, “It’s fine, I had fun anyway.”
“Ok, good, good…”
He’s biting his lip, and even though you can’t see his eyebrows, you imagine them pinched together nervously. “What’s wrong?”
Penguin sighs dramatically and sets down his cup, “I’m not a liar, usually, I swear. I just wanted to impress you, you know?” This makes you laugh, though you try to reel it in for his sake. But damnit, it’s more than enough to ease his nerves and loosen his tongue. “I have a crush on you! And I think you’re-“
“Penguin.”
“…Yes?”
“You don’t have to comfort me, it’s really fine. We just talked for a little bit, I’m not hurt or anything…” you laugh.
“No I-“ he exhales, “y/n, I’ve liked you since I met you.”
“…We’ve met before?”
“Yeah, on Sabaody Archipelago.”
“…”
He waves his hands in front of his face, as if to reassure you that you’re not forgetting some vital piece of information. “We didn’t introduce ourselves or anything, but… I saw you. Every time after that, I tried to talk to you, but it never worked out. I guess tonight I got lucky though, right?
“Uh huh…” You don’t even really know what to say to that. So he’d admired you al this time… and you didn’t even know.
“Sorry, was that too much? I don’t want to weird you o-“
And since you don’t have the words, you settle on actions instead. With swift movements, you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a quick, but gentle kiss. You feel his hat being tipped back from the angle, so you hold the back of his head to prevent it from falling. This leads Penguin to deepen the kiss, his tongue darting out to lick at your bottom lip. With a gasp, your lips part, and it’s all he needs keep exploring your mouth and savoring the way it fits with his. You hum, at first because you’re enjoying it, then because you feel like you actually shouldn’t be doing this. Either way it creates a pleasant vibration against his lips, and he groans. Having only meant for it to be a small peck, and with the resurgence of the feeling that you’re doing something scandalous, you push him away.
Still breathing heavily, you apologize profusely. “I don’t even know why I did that, I’m sorry.”
Penguin is also panting after the heated kiss you share, but he stops you. “No, no don’t apologize!” He holds your face in both hands and kisses you again, though much more forcefully than you had.
When he pulls away to gauge your reaction, your expression turns from momentarily stunned to genuinely happy. You laugh. God, why do you have to always laugh and look so perfect around him? It’s killing him inside.
“Was that good orrr…?” This only makes your giggles louder, and you try to look away so you can quiet yourself, but he keeps your face turned towards his.
“M-mhm, I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you-“
“Stop saying sorry!” Penguin sighs into your mouth as he kisses you once more, albeit softer this time and long enough for you to put your arms around his neck.
When you pull away, he grins while still mere inches away from your face. “So you liked it then?”
You shake your head with an equally bright smile. “I like you.”
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The 74th Games - Part 2
(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀
Summary: You and Katniss get thrown into the Hunger Games arena, each of you sharing the same goal; keep the other alive.
Warnings/Note: None really, some violence + other slight graphic things, like the movies. Also midterms kicked my ass but I thought I'd come back with a long awaited banger. Pt. 1
Word Count: 4127
You lost sight of Katniss the moment the countdown ended. You tore off through the woods and ran away from the cornucopia until your calves burned and you couldn’t breathe. You meant to follow her, thinking maybe the two of you could team up, but the adrenaline took over and you just ran.
With time, the careers found you. They’d recruited you to find her. They didn’t care much about you. It was only a matter of time until you’d exhausted your use and you knew that too.
When you all chased Katniss until she scampered up a tree and you suggested waiting it out, you couldn’t look up at her, not wanting to see that cold betrayal in her eyes, but you felt her looking at you. Her gaze bore into you like a laser. It never stopped until she was asleep.
As dawn broke across the arena, you found yourself waking up to some odd sort of noise. You looked up into the treetops, seeing that Katniss was now standing. She hadn’t noticed you yet and was sawing away at a tree limb. From that limb hung… a nest. Immediately, you gathered your things and began to creep away. It was only a matter of seconds before Katniss bombed your group with tracker jackers and you didn’t want to be her first victim.
You crouched silently in the woods, having stepped over a sleeping Clove and the blonde beside her. Stupid Glimmer. You thought. She’d fallen asleep on her watch and now, well, you didn’t want to think too far ahead. For a moment you contemplated warning them out of a good heart but you knew they wouldn’t do the same for you.
The branch came crashing down soon enough, and out came the deadly insects. You watched, almost paralyzed with fear as they stung ferociously at your ex-allies, taking Glimmer out for her foolishness. The others managed to run away and took off back towards the lake.
You were going to follow them, maybe see if you could take one down when there was a thump from behind you.
Katniss had fallen from the tree. You could see the lumps on her skin from the stings and she was swaying. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought she was drunk or high.
You waited a few moments more.
Katniss rescued the bow from Glimmer's lifeless hand and sloppily slung the quiver over her shoulder. Then she stumbled a few feet and crashed to her knees. Her hands dug like claws into the soil and her shoulders trembled.
You couldn’t help yourself as you abandoned your hiding place and ran to her side.
“Katniss!” You exclaimed, trying to snap her out of her hallucination filled haze. She slowly looked up at you but her eyes were blank and her mouth was slightly open. She was staring at you as if you had two heads. At this point, in her mind, you probably did.
With a worried sigh, you looked around. The woods were empty, for now at least. That was good. You couldn’t just leave her here like this.
“Come on. You have to go. Run!” You grabbed her arm and yanked hard until she stumbled to her feet with a burbled groan. Katniss stumbled once more and then didn’t move, just staring ahead. She couldn’t hear you and even if she did she probably couldn’t get her body to respond.
You let out a groan this time, of frustration. You looked around once more and then grabbed her arm. “Shit. Shit, shit…” There was no other option but to just drag her along with you, at least until you could get her somewhere safe.
So that’s what you did.
You drug a half-conscious and heavily hallucinating Katniss through the woods until her knees gave out and she went crashing to the ground, the venom finally knocking her out. With all of the strength you could muster, you picked her up and carried her until you found a little outcove covered by plants to lay her down in.
Katniss slumped onto the bed of moss. A little drool dribbled out of her lips, her eyes fluttering in her feverish sleep. She whimpered a little but didn’t move.
That was when you heard furious footsteps through the forest, and a voice calling your name.
Cato.
Somehow the career had managed to stay grounded enough to chase after you, and he was close. You stood still. You didn’t want to leave Katniss, not like this, but if you stayed she would die.
You heard a soft rustle from up in the trees and looked up. It was hard to see, but you could make out the presence of a young girl watching you. She made no move so you did. You turned and ran.
Rue would keep Katniss safe, you hoped, and so could you.
You took off in the opposite direction, making enough noise for Cato to hear you.
Cato’s sword spared you no mercy when he caught up with you down by the river. He was quite dazed from the tracker jacker venom raging through his system and got only a few slashes in before running off from some hallucination, but it was more than enough for him to turn high-tailed and trample back through the forest.
You washed the wound as best as you could with some water from the river and pressed some spare cloth you’d gotten at the cornucopia into it. Your leg was wounded badly and you needed medicine, but you had no chance at getting it, not like this.
You did the next best thing and crawled under a small overhang of rocks. You curled up and hid beneath the brush, just holding your breath. You hadn’t been lucky enough to receive a sponsor but deep down you hoped…
Sometime later, an announcement broke out over the speakers. It had been at least a day, maybe two… you’d lost track. You were hungry–no, starving. You felt a little hot and feverish and your leg was in agonizing pain but you could do nothing about it. Your only option was to lay and listen to Claudius Templesmith’s voice ring out through the arena.
About half an hour later, you heard a voice.
“Y/n!” Katniss scrambled through the woods with a frantic pace. She knew you were by the river, she just didn’t know where. She cried your name again, then noticed the blood on a nearby leaf.
Katniss tracked the blood trail until she saw you. You were camouflaged well but she managed to find you. She ripped the bush off of you and sat you up. “Y/n! Are you okay?”
You were shaking, badly. You couldn’t scramble your thoughts enough to realize what was happening, much less respond. You just started to cry, chest heaving.
Katniss reached a gentle, dirty hand up and wiped hot tears off your face. Then she just pulled you into a tight hug. You slumped into her arms and just cried into her chest.
“You’re okay, you’re okay.” She whispered into your hair, gently rubbing your back and trying to comfort you. You wanted to believe her desperately, but you were terrified. At least the warmth of her embrace did something to soothe the fear in your racing heart, though it did nothing to still other fluttering in your chest.
Katniss managed to get you into a small cave not far from the stream. She laid you atop her sleeping bag and looked at the wound on your leg.
“It’s bad, huh..?” You smiled weakly up at her.
Maybe it was your fever, or maybe it was the fact she was your literal angel, your savior, but she looked even more beautiful now. Beneath her wild hair and dark film that hinted of grief in her eyes, she was still that same girl you’d been crushing on since you were a kid.
Katniss mimicked your forced smile. “Not too bad.” She was a terrible liar.
You just sat patiently as she tried her best to clean the wound and apply some sort of medicine to it. The medicine burned and you cried out in pain. She snuck her hand back into yours and gave you something to squeeze.
When she pulled away, there were deep indents across the back of her hand from your grip and you wanted to apologize but she hushed you with a gentle kiss to the forehead that sent you reeling. For a moment, you forgot this was all fake. And in your haze, you thought maybe it wasn’t.
You laid down on the sleeping bag and gently tugged her hand. Katniss leaned closer and you propped yourself up so you could whisper in her ear.
“Remember, you and I are a couple so… you can kiss me anytime.” You whispered with a goofy grin.
The amusement splayed on her face was real this time. Katniss giggled softly and lowered her lips once more, letting them brush across yours in a peck that looked real enough for the cameras.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She whispered back.
Katniss fought tooth and nail to keep you with her over… however long it was. The days melted together into a heavy blur. You knew she wasn’t waking you up for your watch and that she refused to come back until she’d gotten food for you, but that was all you knew.
The pain in your leg was excruciating and you could feel the fever growing stronger too as your body in turn grew weaker.
When they announced the feast, you felt Katniss sit up beside you, eyes wide with hope. She looked to you with a smile but all you could feel was a deep sense of dread. Katniss was, at the moment, your everything. Your reason you were still alive, literally and figuratively.
You didn’t want to risk losing her, especially not for you. You didn’t deserve that and neither did she. If only one of you got to go home, it was her. If you went home and she didn’t, you’d never be able to forgive yourself.
Survivors guilt was so much worse when you liked–-not liked–loved the person you lost in return for your life. You’d seen it happen and you couldn’t bear to live a life with that sorrow.
“No, Katniss.” You whispered. With your little strength, you tugged her so she was laying back down beside you. You nuzzled your face into her neck and let out a soft whimper. “Please, don’t. Don’t go. I won’t let you.”
“Y/n…” She started to argue in a gentle voice but you cut her off with a pleading kiss.
“Don’t.” You repeated again, upper lip still brushing against hers. Her breath was hot and gentle; if she breathed too hard you would crumple. One of her hands was intertwined with yours but you could hardly feel it. Your soft, hazy eyes were locked with hers, love and grief all at once.
Katniss repressed the urge she felt in her own heart, her head foggy with unfamiliar feelings. She didn’t want to lose you either and she knew the medicine is what you needed but she couldn’t hurt you by leaving.
Not when you were awake, anyway.
You only realized she’d put sleeping medicine into your food when your eyes felt a little too heavy and your head began to spin. You tried to lift your head from her lap but she kept you in place, raking her fingers from your scalp and through your dirty hair, other hand placed gingerly over your forehead, thumb stroking in circles.
The next time you woke up, you were still a bit woozy. Katniss injected you with some sort of medicine and then it all went black again.
It was a few hours later when you were fully conscious, but Katniss wasn’t. She’d slumped down on the sleeping bag beside you. There was an open cut on her forehead and she was breathing heavily even in her sleep.
You took your turn to nurse her wounds. You slathered some of the leftover medicine over the deep cut, then pressed a soft kiss a few inches to the side of it. You coaxed her awake enough to feed her a little and get her to swallow some water.
Katniss mumbled a few soft words but you couldn’t hear them.
You pressed your stomach into her back, hooking your arm around her waist as you curled up around her like a cat. Her whimpers of a nightmare died down as she felt your body. You didn’t have to think a second to realize she was dreaming about that girl, Rue. You’d seen her sweet face in the sky only a few nights ago and mourned the loss of a child you never knew. Now you silently thanked her for your life.
You kissed the back of Katniss’s head gently and held her close, waiting for the sweet release of sleep, or the sweet relief of her awakening.
Sleep came first, then the awakening.
You thanked Katniss profusely and in return she thanked you with a kiss longer than you’d ever shared before. God damn. Getting over her after the games… wasn’t going to be easy. Even though you knew the chance of it happening was less than a million you still held that faint hope that somehow you wouldn’t have to get over it at all.
It was her own selfishness that kept you alive and you thanked her for it in a thousand ways, hands gently crawling into her hair as she leaned over you and held you close, a hand on the back of your head.
She was the first to break away from the kiss, a hot blush spilled across her dirty cheeks and a soft look in her eyes. It was a look of not only love, but something deeper, regret.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better.” She said softly as she sat up. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
“Well, you’re the one that saved me.” You slowly sat up too, reaching for her hand but this time she pulled away. You pretended not to notice. “I thought I was a goner too.. If you hadn’t shown up, I don’t think–.”
“Don’t go there.” Katniss presses a finger to your soft, bitten lips. “You’re okay now. That’s what matters.”
You just nodded quietly in response.
After sharing a few more kisses, you received a whole feast from Haymitch from one of the parachutes and shared most of it together, cuddled up against the wall and hiding from the storm. You were rambling on about some story from your childhood and she was listening with a gentle smile. She liked hearing you talk because it made her feel safe and blocked out the noise in her head. And you liked her listening because it made you feel heard for once in your life.
It was later that night that Thresh’s stoic face appeared in the sky. You felt Katniss stiffen a little beside you and she let you hold her hand this time. That was it. There were you four left, Cato, and Foxface, as Katniss called her. The two of you could win.
You set out the next day to gather food and make it back to the Cornucopia.
Katniss took her bow and wandered not too far and you decided to harvest some berries. They were black and stained your fingers with a blood-red color and you piled them up on your coat. When you wandered to gather more, there was suddenly a cannon-boom.
“Y/N!!” Katniss’s shrill scream echoed through the woods. You heard her coming long before you saw her and she practically launched herself at you. She saw the berries in your hand and slapped them out. “That’s nightlock! You’d be dead in a minute!”
You stared at her in shock and awe. She was practically crying now, her chest heaving and her legs trembling with fear.
“Damn you.” She muttered. Her voice cracked as she slung her arms around your shoulders and pulled you into the tightest hug. Her hot tears splashed against your shoulder as she shuddered.
You hugged her back and gently twirled the end of her braid around. “Shh, I’m okay. I’m sorry.” You murmured. She swore a few times into your neck and then pulled away with a hard face. That was the end of that soft moment, now it was back to reality.
By the time the two of you were nearing the Cornucopia, the sun had set and the woods had an eerie feeling. You were both exhausted but determined to finish this.
“I think the gamemakers are ready to end this too.” Katniss said as if reading your mind. There was a sudden howl-like sound from in the woods and she grabbed her bow. “What was that…?”
“I don’t want to find out.” You responded quietly and the two of you stopped.
The next event was a blur. Within seconds, the mutts were on your tail.
The Capitol made creatures chased you like mice all the way back to the Cornucopia. You both scurried up where you were immediately met with the second scariest, and last opponent left in the arena, Cato.
The sole career wasted no time in getting you encased in a death grip. His blood dripped down his body, some of it spilling onto you. He was saying something but you could hardly hear over his heavy breathing and his tight grip around your neck.
Katniss held her arrow aimed at the two of you but wouldn’t shoot out of fear of hitting you. She knew Cato would do whatever he could to take you down with him.
But when you drew with his blood, she didn’t hesitate to shoot his hand. He yelped in pain and you only watched as he took a fatal stumble and fell off the Cornucopia into the hoard of mutts.
Katniss rushed to your side, the look on her face saying it all. She nodded in return to the emotion in your eyes and shot Cato to end his misery.
The two of you huddled up there until the mutts vanished and the sun rose. You climbed off the Cornucopia and waited… but nothing happened.
When the announcement came, you wondered if it would’ve been better for Cato to take you down with him. It was a trick all along, a play of your minds and your hearts. Only one of you could make it out of here, and god damn it, it was going to be Katniss.
She’d already pointed her bow at you and you forced the smallest smile you could to spread across your lips.
“Go ahead.” You said softly. Your leg was bleeding once more and it hurt like hell, what more was an arrow to the heart? Out of the two of you, Katniss was the one that had to return home and she knew it too.
But the other girl lowered her bow, appearing ashamed of herself. She slung it back over her shoulder and shook her head.
“No. They’re not going to win.” Katniss muttered under her breath. She dug in her pocket and pulled out some of the nightlock berries. They stained her hands with that familiar bloody color and your heart stopped.
“Katniss, no–.” You reached to stop her from killing herself, but then realized she had a different idea.
“Trust me.” Katniss whispered. She dumped a few berries into your hand. They were warm. And then she kissed you, long, passionate, and goodbye. Once she knew you understood the plan, she nodded.
“One.”
“Two.” You didn’t even look at the berries. If the two of you couldn’t win, the 74th games would have no victor. If you couldn’t have each other, neither could they.
“Three.” You said together and lifted the berries to your mouth.
A frantic Claudius Templesmith broke out across the announcements and after that was a whir.
A few days had passed. The Capitol had patched your wounds and removed every scar from your body, whether it was from the games or not. You looked… perfect, except for that deep remorse and fear that was now permanent in your eyes.
You hadn’t seen Katniss since the games and every single second of your days were spent worrying about her.
The first time you saw her later on, it was the Victor-interview.
She was in a simple dress, her hair light and fluffy and her makeup bright to hide the same hallowed look in her eyes that you now both shared along with your memories. Her lips softened from their harsh line when she saw you.
You sat beside her on the couch, a wave of relief hitting you. She was okay, and so were you.
You’d been schooled on what to say at the interview, though you already knew what to insist. It was love that brought you both to almost suicide, for one couldn’t live without the other. And the Capitol gushed their plastic hearts out.
You felt your heart melt too. The way she curled up around your arm and rested her chin on your shoulder or kissed you when an awkward silence filled the space instead of words… you’d just gotten her back and you couldn’t lose her again.
When you were on the train ride back, finally out of prying views with a privacy you hadn’t felt in ages, you sat beside Katniss on the couch.
“You’re a horrible liar, you know.” You murmured softly. She’d had a nightmare and insisted all was well, but you both knew it wasn’t true. Then you added: “But you’re a damn good actor.”
Katniss smiled weakly at you but it didn’t meet her eyes. “So are you.”
You knew it was best to just give up and return to your room, but you couldn’t, you just couldn’t.
“I wasn’t acting.” You said softly, watching the way the moonlight spilled down the bridge of her nose and pooled on her cheekbone. Her eyes avoided yours but they weren't angry, they were soft, somber. “Nothing.. I’ve told you has been a lie.”
Katniss slowly turned to look at you but kept her gaze on your hair or chin. “Y/n…”
“I know this was fake, to save our lives, but it made my life better than it’s ever been.” You whispered. “I don’t want this to be an act. I want it to be real. I can’t imagine a life without you, Katniss.”
When she finally let her eyes wander and lock with yours, you could see the tears brimming in them. Her lips trembled and parted halfway, but nothing came out aside from a small squeak.
Your hands were still intertwined, and so were your hearts, whether Katniss would admit it or not.
You were expecting rejection. Expect nothing and never be disappointed. That’s what had been ingrained into your mind since day one but you couldn’t help that twinge of longing and hope from filling your heart.
Finally, Katniss spoke.
“You… you don’t want me.. You don’t.” She whispered. “You can’t. I can’t… You’re too good for me.” She was rambling in a slightly panicked voice, denying that anybody could love somebody as broken as her. “Y/n.. You deserve so much better than me.”
“I don’t care what I deserve. I want you.” You whispered back, squeezing her hands and then pulling one away. You gently placed your palm on her flushed cheek and brushed a few tears away. “I’ve always loved you Katniss, and I think I always will.”
“Y-you’re telling the truth?”
“Only the truth.” You whispered softly.
It was as if there were magnets inside your heads. You leaned closer to her and she did the same, your lips only dreaded inches apart.
Katniss blinked a few more tears down her cheeks, and then her lips perked up into the smallest smile. “Is this real?” She asked tearfully.
“Yes.” You smiled back at her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. When you pulled away and met her gaze once more, she nodded, and this time you kissed her lips.
It was practically something out of a fairy tale. You’d survived the treacherous journey, you’d brought pride to your district, and you got the girl. What else could you ask for?
Katniss smiled into the kiss and soon her arms slid around your shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut. You smiled too and pulled her closer. You’d finally found what you were looking for, and now you could let yourself get lost.
This wasn’t an act. This was real.
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A mlp request for romantic headcanon of yandere Princess Celestia with Alicorn reader.
Merging these two as they pretty much have the same plot! This is a bit lengthy and I didn't fully proof read this time, my bad-
Yandere! Princess Celestia + Luna with Alicorn! Darling
Combined Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Attempts at arranging a marriage, Manipulation, Attempts at courting, Forced relationship/marriage, Mentions of isolation, Fear of abandonment, Jealousy, Delusional behavior, Celestia is encouraging yandere Luna, Clingy behavior, Mental breakdown, Mentions of implied kidnapping.
☀️Darling Background🌙
You are an Alicorn ruler from another "kingdom" within Equestria.
Similar to Cadance from the Crystal Empire, you run your own kingdom and subjects.
Being an Alicorn yourself you often meet with other rulers.
This time you've been called upon to meet with Princess Celestia and Luna to speak of your alliance between kingdoms.
It's an honor to meet the two sisters who are in charge of raising the sun and moon.
Turns out, however, you're invited to meet for a different type of alliance.
You wonder what they could want and why?
(Now you may choose your yandere)
Princess Celestia☀️
Celestia is normally a patient mare, but the thought of meeting you again causes her chest to flutter.
Celestia has met you many times (Perhaps even before the banishment of her sister depending on how long you've been around).
As a fellow Alicorn it's important to meet with other rulers to improve the state of Equestria.
Celestia has always found you pleasant to negotiate and talk to.
Meetings do not happen often, but Celestia has managed to become attached nevertheless.
You could say the princess has fallen for this fellow ruler.
Sometimes she write letters to you, asking how your ponies are faring.
You always respond and share the same curiosity towards hers.
Celestia was not expecting to be so hung up about you.
When she first met you it just felt like business.
You were meant to meet, discuss, then part.
That was how royal negotiations went.
She found them quite boring despite it being her duty, honestly.
Then... the princess found herself staring a bit more than she should during meetings.
You noticed but simply made a joke of it to ease the older Alicorn's embarrassment.
She tried so hard to hide the blush on her face.
After the first few meetings, Celestia found herself more and more attached.
She isn't sure how to say this but...
It appears she has some sort of romantic interest in you... it's no longer just diplomatic.
She's visited your kingdom before and loves to try understanding how you rule.
The longer she's apart from you... the stronger her yearning is.
At some point... Celestia feels she should do something about her feelings.
Her feelings feel as intense as the sun... and she feels she knows just how to express it.
She'll schedule a week between you two.
It'll be disguised as a discussion about the alliance between your two kingdoms.
But by the end of it... she plans to propose a royal wedding.
The idea makes the princess giddy, she sends the invitation right away.
Soon enough... the day comes...
You're led into the castle, greeting your fellow royal with a smile.
You have no idea what she has planned for you....
Celestia starts her plan to obtain her obsession very casually.
The princess of the sun sits you down with a drink and some chat.
She also assigns you to your room, her smile bright and friendly.
The start of the week seems friendly and nothing too off.
Though by the end of it, you start to realize her intentions.
It starts with casual greetings and chats.
She asks for your favorite drink, she asks about what you like to do.
Truthfully she already knows most of it, but as the oldest of the two Alicorn sisters she tries to be professional.
Celestia soon sheds off the professional act later on.
You'll notice Celestia can be playful and mischievous at times.
The princess likes to tease you in conversation and often opens up during walks in the castle.
Luna knows what she's planning to do... yet doesn't object to her sister.
Truthfully the two haven't had any sort of relationship themselves in a long time
Luna's a bit envious yet treats you kindly when you do see each other.
Celestia tries to keep all the focus on her, however.
The sun princess tries to keep things slow... yet she gets eager by the end of her planned courtship week.
Celestia gives you extravagant gifts.
There's sun-related pendants and jewelry... all very pretty yet seemingly expensive royal jewelry.
You try to turn it down, Celestia refuses.
The princess also makes implications about ways to strengthen your alliance.
It starts subtle... yet it'll click soon.
By the end of the week... you have a feeling you know what's coming.
Celestia sits you down with a smile, the sun glimmering down upon you both when she finally brings it up.
"I wish to propose a marriage between us, my dear. It will aid us both. I've... also fallen for you over the past few years."
She's so sincere.
Her affection isn't forced or malicious, it's genuine.
You can accept... or you can refuse.
Accepting makes things go easier, Celestia is ecstatic and makes quick preparations to assign a date for the wedding.
If you refuse, the princess is disappointed.
However... the princess is also patient.
You may say no now, but that can change.
In fact... she knows it'll change.
She's persistent, often trying to convince you through promises and proposals for you to accept.
She won't give up easily... as you soon begin to learn.
Celestia won't entirely force you.
She can wait years if she has to.
She's just manipulative and you may even feel obligated to accept.
She's done so much for you.
She's even aided your kingdom from threats such as Discord in the past.
Surely... and alliance of this sort will only be helpful?
Somehow, Celestia plans to use this wedding to show that you're meant to be with each other.
She disguises her own wants and selfish desires with the fact she'll help you.
In reality... Celestia is a bit obsessive and possessive.
If she truly cared for you... wouldn't she take it slow?
Why is she pushing marriage so fast?
Either way... it appears you're destined to be with the princess.
Even though her hugs are a bit too tight and her eyes go dark at the idea of your refusal...
Perhaps marriage will be the best decision... perhaps it'll even help your kingdom in the future, right?
There's no way the princess of the sun would ever do anything malicious towards you, like setting you up... right?
Princess Luna🌙
Luna starts very hesitant when she grows attached to you.
Before her banishment to the moon, she used to participate in meetings as often as her sister.
Although she was never too big on participating due to feeling like an outcast in her sister's shadow.
That didn't stop Luna from looking up to you in meetings, however.
While she usually stayed out of the way in the beginning she liked to hear you speak for your kingdom.
She's always wanted to rule... she's never wanted to be in her sister's shadow-
Being envious of the power she was never given, you accidentally feed her transformation into Nightmare Moon.
In fact I feel this transformation causes most of her yandere behavior.
She is capable of being twisted deep in her heart, even after she becomes Luna again.
1,000 years on the moon affects the mare, obviously.
She is poor in social situations and struggles to really connect with others.
It doesn't help that while she was banished on the moon she thought of you.
She saw you speak with her sister and other royals but rarely got a chance to be with you.
On the moon she'd think deeply on the rare moments she did get to see you alone.
Luna kept replaying her memories of you over and over while she was banished.
Safe to say she probably even fell for a version of you in her head.
She feels she knows everything about you... which can make her a bit delusional as she begins to develop little lies in her head.
When she eventually does make her come back she doesn't meet you again until the next meeting set up by her sister.
Although... Celestia is a bit hesitant when she sees Luna perk up.
"My dear sister... didn't you normally hate these meetings?"
"Yes, the meetings themselves. However, will a particular royal be here?"
"Whom do you speak of?"
Luna speaks your name and Celestia confirms you will be there.
The sun princess then smirks at her younger sister.
"Why do you ask? You seem rather eager to see them?"
"I... wish to catch up."
"Just catch up?"
"What are you getting at, sister?"
"You seem to want to be involved with this royal."
Luna's face flushes at the implication of her sister.
"It's not your place to say such things!"
Celestia giggles micheviously.
"Whatever you say, my dear sister. I wish you luck!"
I feel in this situation Celestia would aid Luna in obtaining her darling.
It takes time and many meetings but Celestia seems to be encouraging her sister to pursue you.
It's devious of them both, honestly.
Celestia does get bored of being the mature sister at times.
Luna tries to get on your good side before she tries anything.
During meetings, a week long endeavor at the most, she makes more of an effort to speak with you.
She apologizes for her earlier behavior when she was younger and promises she's getting better.
You honestly don't mind her new enthusiasm towards making an effort to speak with you.
You come to learn the moon princess is rather awkward and introverted but pleasant to talk to.
Luna's also firm on letting Celestia know she wants to be alone with you.
Luna is still envious of her sister at times.
Deep within her she fears that her sister will be the mare to charm you instead of her.
While Celestia reassures her sister she would do no such thing, in fact she wishes to help to keep her happy, Luna still worries that she may lose you in some way.
Luna is an insecure yandere, she also becomes a bit clingy due to the whole fear of abandonment thing.
You'll notice it when Luna appears to look visibly nervous when she sees you mingling with the other royals.
Luna tries to make an effort to meet with you alone more in order to become closer.
She loves to be alone with you... it brings her comfort.
It reassures her no pony will take you.
Luna may be more prone to lash out than her sister as a yandere.
She's often driven by jealousy and a need for normalcy with her darling.
Which makes her temperamental when her obsession doesn't go as planned.
There will be a point where Celestia confronts Luna with a new plan.
It's an offer... one that tempts Luna's obsession...
"Have you tried any form of courtship?"
"Sister... you mean...?"
"A week of courtship before proposing a marriage?"
"It feels so soon...."
"But you love this royal a lot, Luna. Make them an offer they can't refuse. I'll be happy to help my little sister, after all...."
Encouraged by her sister's words, Luna's obsession only goes deeper.
Similar to Celestia, a week is set up disguised as a discussion about your alliance with the sisters.
What it actually entails is a week of courting to finally suggest a marriage.
Luna's less confident and more nervous about finally courting you at first.
She tries to be professional before slowly slipping into a more casual tone.
She was never a proper princess anyways so you didn't expect her to keep up being so professional for that long.
Luna often gives you moon themed gifts in an attempt to show affection.
She's a mixture of nervous and excited when she gives you them... the date growing closer and closer.
She gives you polished moon rocks, black metal jewelry, a lot of it is royal jewelry/armor like Celestia would give to her darling.
Her cutiemark is always somewhere on the gifts...
Which can only mean one thing.
"I wish to propose a romantic alliance. A marriage, if you will."
When Luna eventually begins the proposal the full moon is high in the sky.
Moonlight glitters upon you both as the moon princes pushes you a midnight blue box.
She's smiling, waiting for your response...
Your response doesn't matter in the end.
Similar to her sister... she doesn't like taking no for an answer.
If you say yes then things go swell!
Luna nearly tackles you in a hug, wrapping her wings around you purely from the excitement after your acceptance.
She asks her sister to help set up the wedding right way.
If you say no... Luna falls silent.
Her smile is gone and her deep blue eyes stare into you.
"No...?" She mutters, voice cracking.
"Why not?"
You can try to give an answer but Luna refuses to hear it.
"You're supposed to say yes... I did everything right! Why didn't you say yes!?"
She stomps her hooves.
"Why don't you love me!?"
Luna is much more broken than her sister after rejection.
She throws a tantrum, borders on destructive.
When you try to diffuse the situation or try to leave... Luna locks the door with her magic.
"No! We'll talk things out! I can't let you leave... I won't let you leave...!"
Arrangements become forced by this point.
Luna is more unhinged due to her abandonment issues.
You may even be locked in the castle and the marriage may be rushed.
Celestia will try and help... Luna's her sister, after all.
By the end of it Luna plans to have you as hers.
If she marries you... she won't be alone.
This way Luna can't ever lose you.
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ville x dad’s sex shop customer??? like he’s there and ur horny and u wanna buy something and you end up using him instead FUQAHAHA IDFRKKK
the shop owner’s son | v.v
you go shopping in kari valo’s sex store, but you get something different than what you came for.
warnings: lots of sex toy talk, smut, protected sex, inappropriate use of work time
word count: 4.5k
a/n: THIS IDEA WAS SO FUN TO WRITE hope you like it <3
tags: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife @valos-venus-doom @ghoulishguns @4377666 @d34c1
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You were not usually an embarrassed person. Hell, you had walked into a sex shop in the middle of the day on a Saturday when everyone you knew was out shopping, and you hadn't cared in the slightest about who saw you.
But as soon as you saw who was working the checkout, all of that confidence immediately died inside you.
You had been to this store quite a few times. Kari Valo, the owner, had a vast array of all sorts of interesting things for you to waste the leftovers of your paycheck on, and you were even on a first name basis with the man.
But, in all your times coming here, you had never seen this man. He was clearly bored, and was facing mostly away from the door while he flipped through a magazine where he was sitting in a chair behind the checkout desk. Because he wasn't paying any attention to the rest of the store, you were able to look him over, admiring him in all his long hair, eyeliner, and tattooed glory as you walked mindlessly around shelves.
That had to be Kari's rockstar older son. There was no way it wasn't. And, if it was, that was the son that Kari had multiple times offered to set you up on a date with considering his son was 'too lonely and too grumpy'. If you had known said son so fucking hot, you would've agreed with the man.
"Yell if you need help with anything." Kari's son muttered, still engrossed with his magazine as you browsed an aisle that was in the direct eye-line of the desk. You narrowed your eyes at a shelf of dildos that ranged in a rainbow of different colors, mentally trying to decide if a pink, sparkly dildo was worth 40 euros when you only had 60 to begin with.
"Do you guys have any dildos that are half off because they were like, already used or something?" That was a joke, but you mostly just asked because you wanted to hear the hot rockstar talk again. He snorted, still not looking up from his magazine.
"That would be a health code violation, so no." God, his voice was deep. As he remained focused on the page in front of him, you set a mental challenge in your head to get him to look at you. Might as well test if Kari was onto something with saying you would be a good match for his son, right? You sighed dramatically.
"Well, I don't know what I want." You said, sounding as miserable as you could manage. You grabbed the pink sparkly vibrator box off the shelf, and then grabbed a rainbow rabbit vibrator box from the shelf below it. "Which one looks prettier to you?"
When he heard your footsteps coming towards the desk, he had to look up, and you were more than pleased to see him doing a not-very-subtle double take when he laid eyes on you. You held out both boxes to him.
"Do I look more like a rainbow type of girl, or pink and sparkly?" You prompted, giving him your most coy smile as you held sex toys out in front of him for him to inspect. He was fully looking at you now, and you noted the fact that where Kari's eyes were dark blue, his son's were a shocking green. Kari's wife must've been really pretty, because their son was downright fucking delicious to look at. "Or would you recommend something else? I'm open to suggestions."
"Colors don't mean shit. Do you want a dildo, or a vibrator?" He said instead, taking both boxes from your hands and setting them down on the counter to look them over. "We also have a wide variety of anal accessories, if you're interested."
"Hey. I care about the colors." You insisted, shaking your head at him for being so uncultured while working at a sex shop before you motioned to the boxes in front of him. "Pick one."
"Considering you just asked me if you could buy a biohazard dildo for cheap, I'll pick pink and sparkly because it costs less." He finally answered dryly, tapping his fingers over the top of the dildo box as he looked up to you. "Is this your first dildo? We have care manuals."
"Oh, far from. I know the owner by name, so you could say I'm experienced." You said proudly, winking at him as you pushed the dildo box towards him. "Save that for me. I'm not sure that's what I want yet."
"I'll apologize on behalf of your owner friend's absence. His youngest son needed a ride to the airport." Kari's (older) son mused, taking the box you'd pushed towards him and sliding it to the side on the counter. You so wished you could remember what Kari had said his name was, but you were blanking. You raised an eyebrow.
"Hm. And you're the older son, aren't you?" It was still a guess, but you would've been incredibly shocked if you were wrong. And clearly you weren't, because the man in front of you chuckled.
"What gave it away?" He asked as he sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest where his shirt read SLAYER in flaming letters. You hadn't come in here planning on flirting with the cashier all day, but that was exactly what you were doing now as you leaned down to inspect the little trinkets on the counter so that he had a direct view down your shirt.
"He tells me all about his rockstar son. And, I hate to break it to you, but you look just like your dad." You explained, sticking out your hand across the counter. "He really wanted me to meet you at some point, so I'm Y/n, and you have to tell me your name."
"Ville." He accepted your handshake, and as he did so, you could see him shamelessly staring at your cleavage. "He wanted me to meet you, hm?"
"Yes. Personally, I think it's so that I can get a set of fresh eyes." You said decisively, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand as you shook it before you let it go and motioned to the store behind you. "I'm free all afternoon. Give me some recommendations."
You didn't need any recommendations, because if anybody knew sex toys it was you, but you weren't about to pass up the opportunity to talk sex with the gorgeous man in front of you. And he didn't look like he minded, either, because he was out of his seat as soon as the request was out of your mouth.
And holy fuck. He was clearly over 6 foot, and as he neared you, you could smell his rich cologne and the heavy bite of cigarettes. You already knew he smoked, because Kari complained about it every time Ville ended up topic of conversation, but you really liked being able to smell it on him. He clearly noticed you obviously checking him out, and all he did was let you as he motioned to a wall of assorted vibrators.
"Are you looking to put something in or keep it out?” He asked, leaning his hand against a shelf as he looked down at you with eyes that were eagerly awaiting your answer. You hummed in false thought, then shrugged.
"Both." You were definitely looking to put something in, but it certainly wasn't anything hanging on a wall. In fact, the thing you had in mind was instead now pointing at a shelf of butt plugs.
"How much does this interest you?" He asked, a hint of amusement on his face as he quizzed you. You were really glad there happened to be no one else in the store at the moment, because at this point you two did not look like you were having a normal conversation, and he seemed to be getting closer to you every time you looked away.
"Depends. Do you sell any with the cute heart-shaped jewels on the end?" You asked, grinning up at him as you played with him just to see him react. He was starting to grin now, and he let out an over-dramatically sad sigh.
"Unfortunately, we keep it pretty simple." He said, motioning vaguely to a huge black butt plug as he spoke. You also let out an over-dramatically sad sigh.
"Too bad. I like them cute." Once again, you winked at him when you said that before you turned away to look at more things that were on display. "Do you have any vibrators that are for couples?"
"Any vibrator can be for couples if you know how to use it correctly." He sounded sure of himself, and the amount of interest in his voice had dwindled at you mentioning couples. However, it wasn't gone completely, and he tsked. "Your boyfriend sent you out to buy a vibrator for both of you and isn’t paying?"
"I don't have a boyfriend." Now you were practically laying it at his feet, and you were thankful to see that he was easily picking up on the fact. You then motioned to what seemed to be an endless selection of vibrators. "Choose one for me. I can't decide."
He turned to look at the variety, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with you as he crossed his arms once again and scanned around thoughtfully. You could still smell his cologne, you found yourself silently wondering if he would still smell that good with all of his clothes off. Your brain then lingered on the 'Ville with all of his clothes off' portion of your thoughts, and you didn't even notice he was holding something out to you until he spoke.
"Have you ever used one of these?" As he asked, you read the box, and you realized that he was holding one of those vibrators that slipped over your fingers. Hell, it even had 'great for partner play!' spelled out on the top of the box. You bit at your lip.
"No. Do you have somewhere where I could test it out?" You felt a little bit bad because Kari Valo was so nice and you were currently trying to get into his son's pants inside his store, but it was Kari's own fault for having such a handsome son. Ville's eyes clicked with understanding, and he glanced back towards where you knew Kari's office was behind the checkout desk.
"One second." He then handed you the box in his hand before he stepped around you, and you turned to watch as he went to the door before he flipped the 'open' sign to 'closed'. Your heartbeat picked up in your chest. When he came back, he motioned for you to follow him. "There's a lot of training against letting customers use products inside the store, but you can have a special exception."
"Oh, it's okay! I won't actually be using any products." Just as you passed the counter, you set the box down, trading it for a box of condoms that was in a display box before following right after him as he led you into the back. His grin widened considerably when he saw that, and he had the door open to the back office within a few seconds.
"Well, can I help you with something else, then?" He asked, staying in the doorway of the room as he let you in to his dad's office. His tone was low and sly, and you felt yourself getting even more aroused than you had already become at the sound. You didn't say anything, just held his gaze with eyes that told him exactly what you wanted, then watched with excitement as he took the hint before coming completely into the office and closing and locking the door behind himself.
There was only a split second in between him doing so and you closing the gap between the two of you. You had to reach up on your tiptoes, but you caught him in a kiss, one hand reaching up to cup his cheek as you kissed him hungrily. He leaned down slightly when he kissed back, his arm sliding around your waist as he slowly backed you up towards the small couch.
The couch was covered in junk and boxes, but you and Ville never stopped kissing as you haphazardly cleared enough room for Ville to sit down. You passed the box of condoms to him before beginning to undo your jeans, admiring the sight of him with kiss-bitten lips as he quickly ripped the box open.
However, his eyes were quickly back on you once you stepped out of your jeans and underwear, his tongue darting out to swipe across his bottom lip before he was pulling you down into his lap as soon as you were close enough for him to get a hold on you.
You kissed him again as you settled into straddling his lap, your arm wrapping around his neck and your fingers finding a hold gently on his hair as your free hand helped him get his belt open and his jeans undone.
"Hurry." You breathed as he fought with his zipper, your lips moving to drag against his jaw and down to his throat as you spoke. You'd gotten yourself worked up from all of the flirting, and it wasn't like you had come to a sex shop because you were feeling satiated and not at all horny. He finally managed to get the zipper open before he was pushing his jeans down, allowing his already-hard cock to spring free and up against the hem of his shirt. You felt your heart jolt in your chest at the sight, and your mouth watered. God, he really was good looking in every single place.
"Put it on." He held the condom out to you, and there was a cocky (no pun intended) look on his face as he watched you stare at his erection. You forced yourself to look away enough to get the condom from his hand, tearing the foil open as quickly as you could while his hand rested on your hip.
His smirk faltered just slightly as you rolled on the condom, the gentle swipe of your fingers on his cock making his breathing pick up just slightly as he watched you. He was clearly just as desperate as you were, and you were reveling in the fact.
"I want you." You whispered as you dipped down to kiss him again, shamelessly tasting into his mouth as you positioned his cock at your entrance before slowly beginning to slide down on him. He groaned in response, his mouth dropping into your neck to allow for his teeth to find your skin. You whimpered softly once fully seated on his cock, grinding your hips down slowly and letting one arm wrap around his neck to hold him against you. "Shit, Ville."
"Yeah, just like that." He breathed against your shoulder, his long hair tickling your neck as you began to ride him with your nails slightly dug into his shoulder. He smelled even better up close, and you found yourself having a hard time not inhaling where his head was rested against your cheek. There was something way too addictive about Ville Valo for him being someone you had just met.
As you began to find a steady pace riding his cock, his hand moved to grip your hip tightly and guide you down deeper, low groans leaving his lips with every grind of your hips. You leaned back enough for his head to leave your shoulder then, catching him in another kiss the second he had done so and immediately drawing your tongue across his lower lip. You could taste his cigarettes now, and your head was spinning at the fact.
"All I could picture was what you would look like with my cock in you the whole time you've been in here." Ville said as he began to kiss from your lips down your jaw and to your throat, his teeth nipping gently with every kiss before he was sucking gently at your collarbone. You whimpered at the thought of him doing to you what you had been doing to him as he suddenly pulled at the hem of your shirt. "Take this off."
You quickly followed his request, pulling your shirt up and over your head while his hands quickly found your bare skin as he held your hips. Your breath felt uneven and tight as his lips found your neck, sucking just slightly as he kissed from just under your jaw all the way down towards your sternum. When you felt his breath hot on your tits, you let out a stuttered gasp, only having a split second to let your brain compute before his tongue was swirling hot and slow around your sensitive nipple.
"Holy shit." Your voice was a whimper, but you really couldn't conjure up anything else to say besides that. Your body was overwhelmed by the intoxicating feeling of his every touch, and it didn't help that his hips were gently rolling up into you and thus doubling the pleasure of his cock hitting your sweet spot where you were still riding him.
Your fingers eventually made their way into his hair, pulling on the long strands just enough to make him groan into your mouth as his head dipped back slightly against your hand. You gasped slightly when his teeth bit gently at your nipple, his eyes finding yours with wicked amusement shining in his green irises as he noticed your reaction. He was evidently having the time of his life, and he only groaned as you pulled his hair a bit harder as the tip of his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you.
"Yeah? Does that feel good?" He hummed at your continuous panting, his lips moving back up to brush heavily at your neck as he continued to fuck up into you where he was clearly getting impatient with your pacing. You only whined, tipping your head to give him every available inch of skin that you could offer as he licked and sucked at your throat.
"So good. Don't stop." You pleaded, although you weren't sure he would've stopped if the building had been burning down. His eyes continued to find yours every time he tilted his head to find a new, more sensitive spot on your neck, and it was easy to see that he was eating your reactions alive.
And it only got worse when one of his hands suddenly left your hip and then promptly slid between your legs before his fingertips were touching to your touch-starved clit. You choked on the limited air in your lungs, your hand moving from his hair to grip tightly at his slightly-sweaty shoulder as he began to rub your clit in slow circles. Your brain was far beyond mush by now, and you barely even noticed the fact that you were digging your nails deep into the skin of his shoulder.
Your hips found a new vigor at the feeling of his fingers on your clit, and your head dropped to his shoulder that you weren't holding onto as you began to chase your own high. The pleasure was only building, and with his hands on you the way that they were, you were far past desperate. You barely even knew this man past his name, and yet you had never been so overtaken by the presence of another human being in all of your life.
Once again, you found yourself thanking Kari Valo. Both for his beautiful son and for providing the couch that you were currently using very inappropriately.
"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum." He groaned as his head rested against yours, his fingers beginning to speed up on your clit as he clearly got closer and closer to his orgasm. You tried to respond and tell him that you were just as close as he was, but you couldn't find the words, instead just groaning against his skin as you let him take the lead.
The small office was filled with the sound of skin-on-skin and the building sounds of pleasure coming from the both of you, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside of you relentlessly against the one spot that made it feel like your body was coming apart one nerve at a time. Your nails were deep in his shoulder, and although he definitely wasn't stopping you, you knew you were leaving marks that would probably become painful later on.
At least he'd have something to remember you by.
As much as you were trying to hold off to give the appearance that you were better than falling apart the second Ville had put his hands on you, you were no such thing, and you couldn't hold it any longer. Your moans were rising to a desperate, sharp level, and you were seeing stars with every thrust of his cock. If your body hadn't been so overcome with pleasure, you wouldn't have been able to believe that this was real.
When you came, you cried out his name in an almost-sob, the added stimulation of his fingers circling your clit in tune with his thrusts making your legs shake harshly on either side of him as you rode him through your orgasm. He only continued to fuck you without slowing down, his fingers moving away from your clit and giving you a split-second moment of relief before he had both hands back on your hips to hold you down on his deep thrusts. You didn't know how much more you could take, and you had by that point gone lifeless against his chest as he chased his own high.
By the time his hips finally stuttered and you felt his grip tighten considerably on your hips before he was cumming, you were completely breathless and your legs were shaking completely beyond control. Even after his thrusts faded into slow rolls of his hips before eventually ceasing as he ran a hand up your back, you didn't move from where your cheek was resting heavily against his shoulder and your face was buried in the crook of his neck. You felt as if he had drained every essence of life out of you in the best way possible.
"Shit." He mumbled out after a long moment of the both of you trying to catch your breath, his hand continuing to rub softly at your lower back. Even in your state of mindlessness, you were cursing yourself for letting so much warmth settle in your chest over the sex shop owner's son that you had just met not half an hour before.
After a little while longer, you finally pulled yourself away from his shoulder despite wanting to stay there in his arms forever, trying to keep the smile off of your face as you were met with the sight of a slightly-sweaty and blissed-out looking Ville Valo.
"You know, you could bring in a lot of business if you keep working here." You said coyly as you tucked his messy hair out of his face just because you thought you might die if you didn't let yourself touch him again. He chuckled hoarsely, a slight wince tinging his features as you slowly pulled off of his softening cock.
"When my dad finds out I closed the stop for 45 minutes to fuck his prettiest customer, he's not going to let me come back." He mused, his eyes practically devouring you as he watched you pull your underwear and jeans back on from where they had been discarded in the middle of the room. You tutted, waiting until you had your pants back on before you looked around and found a notepad and a pen amongst the mess of junk on Kari's desk.
"That's too bad. I like the pretty cashiers." You teased, writing on the notepad in blue ink as you glanced over at him to see him throwing the condom away and tucking himself back into his jeans before he had his zipper and belt done up once more. You then ripped the top page out of the notepad before turning back to Ville, who had stood back up, and pressing it into his hand. "In that case, this is for you."
Ville read over the small piece of paper with your phone number on it with a hint of a smile pulling at his lips before re-opening the office door, letting you out first before grabbing the incriminating open box of condoms that you had brought with you before following after you back into the main store.
"Oh, sorry! I'll buy those too, since I kind of wasted them." You said as you spotted the condom box in his hand, smiling sheepishly as you stopped in front of the checkout desk where the stuff you had asked Ville to put aside was still waiting. Ville just shook his head, a pleased look on his face as he reclaimed his seat behind the counter.
"Everything is free. It'll come out of my one-day paycheck." He said coolly, throwing the sparkly pink dildo that had started this all, the finger vibrator, and the condoms into a bag before sliding it across the counter in your direction. You stared at him, jaw dropped slightly at the almost-100-dollars worth of sex toys he had just gifted you.
"You don't have to..." Your brain was still a little fuzzy from him fucking you senseless less than five minutes before, so you could barely craft a response, but he didn't seem to mind. He waved your number in the air with a smirk.
"I have this, so your payment can be picking up the phone when I call." He said calmly, his eyes raking over you as he spoke. "Someone has to teach you how to use the finger vibrator, don't they?"
Your legs had already been shaky, but you were a little worried that they were going to give out right then and there. The mere thought of doing what the two of you had just done a second time had your whole body reacting against your will, and you silently surrendered to the fact that you were already ruined for a man that you had just met.
Well, to give yourself some credit, you didn't 'just meet' a lot of men that looked like Ville Valo in your everyday life, so you were giving yourself a pass.
"You really know the way to a girl's heart." You crooned, taking the bag off the counter as you watched him pick his magazine back up casually as if he hadn't just turned your entire body to jello in an office in the middle of the day.
"You have no idea." He said smoothly, leaning back in his chair as he checked you out once more with a soft grin on his face. "I'll see you soon, love."
You refrained from saying 'hell fucking yes you will' out loud, instead voicing a normal-person goodbye before you were leaving him to his magazine with thoughts of your next meeting already in your head and legs that still couldn't quite stop shaking.
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hii. can i request a very dark non-con/dub-con modern aemond fic?
they are college classmates and they got a project together. they are not friends and they haven't talk to eachother, but due to the project, they have to met in the library of the university. while they are doing their project (probably philosophy or history) she explains her point of view in like politics or something like that and he disagrees, so they argue a bit about it and he, for some reason, gets hard listening to her. he asks her to stand up and when she does, he kisses her very roughly. she is confused and when she asks him what is going on he ignores her, he rips her tights (she is wearing a skirt) and begins to fuck her without even preparing her, she clearly doesn't understand what is happening but at some point she starts to feel pleasure, yet she is worried because he is fucking her in the table of a public library. at the end, she tells him to don't come inside of her because she isn't on birth control but he does it anyway.
oh also if you could add some size kink? like she is so small and easy for him to manhandle her and it is really hard for her to take his dick lol. just very dark kinky smut. thank you and sorry if i am asking for too much! <3
This Will Hurt
A/N: I’ll need to repent after this. Hahaha. Anyway I loved writing this and I think I followed the idea very well. But this is very dark so please all keep this in mind. Definitely my darkest fic so far. Also sorry for any differences in vocabulary obviously I’m from the UK so university and college are the same thing.
Requests are still open.
Warnings: Super dark fic. Non con. Dub con. 18+. Full on smut.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Word count: 1.7k
Anxiety crept into your bones as you scampered off the bus, trying to get to university library as fast as you possibly could. You had completely forgotten about your study session with Aemond, only realising halfway through a few drinks at the pub with your housemates. You were a complete mess after rushing between your flat and back to campus to be able to make it. Not only were you fifteen minutes late for the study session but you barely knew your project partner and this was definitely not the greatest first impression.
When you finally got to the library, you had to quickly run to the bathroom to sort yourself out, before making your way up the library elevator.
It wasn't till you made your way to the very back of the library that you found Aemond. He was situated in a book, carefully reading with his laptop beside him. He didn't bother to glance up when you placed your bag beside him, perching down in the seat and taking out your stuff.
"You're late," Aemond hissed, his eye glaring at you from the side.
Of course the most studious person on your course was going to be so aggravated about you being fifteen minutes late. Gods, why did your lecturer have to pair you up with him?
"Sorry," you muttered, pulling out your laptop and setting up the rest of your stuff.
Within half an hour you were both deep in thought as you begun different parts of your research project. Aemond barely bothered to speak to you and when ever you made a comment he would only make a hum in reply. You found Aemond tediously boring, hoping there would have been more to the quiet mysterious boy in class.
Aemond felt similarly towards you. While he had thought you were fairly attractive, especially in that skin tight skirt that hugged your figure, you were nothing more than that. All beauty and no brains.
His head lifted as he looked over your shoulder and onto your notes. Something peeked his interest as he scoffed turning back to his own notes.
"Something amusing?" You asked, turning to look at him now.
"Your notes they are very… biased," Aemond stated, leaning back in his chair.
"They aren't if they are backed up with sources," you stated, pointing at the clear quotes on your notes.
"I'm sure you could find some sources that would also contradict those statements," he told you, frowning slightly as his tone became abrasive.
"I'm sure you have something you really want to enlighten me with," you mocked, giving him a wicked smirk as you swivelled towards him. "Go on then, enlighten me."
"Well the Cold War isn't just due to American and Soviet aggression," he laughed in exasperation, chest tightening as he glared down at you. "It's due to so many other factors like the Second World War. You can't just rule these facts out. Also, you can't argue it's the mainly due to American's hatred towards communism just because you yourself hate capitalism."
"I never said I hated capitalism," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Well, do you hate capitalism?" Aemond questioned, lips curled into a tight smile.
"I despise it actually," you confirmed, scowling back at him.
"See you base your argument on opinion," Aemond argued, voice growing louder. Luckily enough hardly any one was around definitely not bothering to be in the library this late in the evening. "This is where you will lose marks-"
"I do not base my sole argument on one point," you interrupted, practically shouting at him. "If you had taken a look at all of my notes you would see that it was the basis of my argument. In fact it makes very much sense that the American aggression towards communism and its constant need to colonise the rest of the world was what started the very conflict between the USSR and USA..."
Aemond was entranced as you continued to argue your point, completely thrown off by how you stood up for yourself. Maybe he was wrong about you, there were some intelligence inside that brain of yours. The way you argued your point face growing red and flustered, body tensing as you continued to point back to your notes was turning him on. His trousers felt suddenly tight and constricting as he watched you babble on.
"Aemond?" You raised a brow unsure if he was even listening to you anymore as he stood speechless before you.
He hummed as if he had been listening the whole time.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed loudly about to turn back to your notes.
"Stand up," he barked, standing up himself.
"What?" You stated up at him completely baffled.
"Stand up."
The way he held your stare so intense as his jaw clenched tightly. You found yourself standing obediently.
Your mouth opened slightly to snap back at him but Aemond forcefully shoved his lips onto yours. He yanked your resisting body towards his and practically threw your small frame onto the table. Your hands pushed and punched at him but he was stronger than you as he kept your hold on him.
You twisted your neck away, catching a breath of air as your face turned to the side. "What are you doing?" You protested, clawing at him.
His violet eye was dark and dilated as he looked down at you, bunching your skirt up to your waist. You crawled away from him, throwing the books off the table as you tried to get further away. Aemond dragged you back down by your legs, holding your body down with his weight as his hand made his way between your legs.
"Stop please," you pleaded, fear corsing through your body as tears welled in your eyes. "Aemond, seriously."
Your voice grew louder and with that Aemond was pressing his lips on to yours again. His hand slipped under your top, quickly groping at your tits. He groaned into your mouth tasting you and your tears as you weakly protested.
His hands reached between your thighs ripping at the tights that covered your panties. His fingers breeched your thong and Aemond was glad for such thin material shredding it away to leave him easy access.
"Please, Aemond. Stop," you sobbed, body shaking from terror at what was going on. Your mind clearly fogged as you stopped fighting against him, paralysed to the core at what was about to happen.
Aemond ignored your crying as he pressed sweet kisses along your jaw. His massive body pressed further on to you, leaving your frame crammed between him and the table.
"Shhh now," Aemond hummed into your ear, his mouth greedily sucking on your neck. "This will hurt a bit."
You hadn't realised he had unbuttoned his trousers as you felt his tip nudge at your entrance. You gasped in realisation, twisting away.
"No, no," you repeated, whimpering pathetically.
His hand covered your mouth as he slid his cock down your slit, positioning himself against your entrance. He was surprised at your slight arousal but he knew with his size it would hurt regardless.
"Be quiet," he whispered, looking from side to side at the area around you. “You don’t want someone to catch us now.”
Aemond thrusted himself into you, groaning into your ear as he felt how tight you were around his cock. The size of him felt so painful as he slid in and out of you, making you scream into his hands. But Aemond didn’t let up as he continued at his agonisingly slow pace, savouring the moment.
You feel yourself tensing as he teased your clit, circling it with his thumb. Finally you started to feel pleasure as he hit into your harder your sobs turned into whimpers under his hand. Your wetness started to coat him, making it easy for him to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy clenched around him drawing himself closer to the edge.
“Fuck your so tight around me,” he hissed, pushing his lips onto yours as he removed his hand. His hand now gripped onto your hips and hit into you deeper and harder than before, his thumb not giving up as it rubbed faster against your clit.
A moan escaped your lips, his name falling from your tongue and into his mouth as he kissed you feverishly. As the bundle of nerves built in your stomach, your mind become clouded, not able to even think about fighting against him.
Aemond realised this finally hovering over you to give you space. From his position he was able to carefully watch as the quiet moans and whines fell from your mouth. Your face contoured in pleasure at how full you felt from the size of him, enjoying the pleasure of the pace he had set.
You felt it washing over you suddenly as your pussy clenched around him, your thighs even squeezing around his hips to keep him close. His mouth covered yours once again smothering the loud cry that wrecked your body as you came undone underneath him.
You stared up at him as you came back up from your orgasm, realisation hitting you once again. His pace became sloppy and his tempo changed as he nestled his face into your neck. You panicked trying to push him off of you and Aemond grabbed your wrists to pin you down once again.
“I’m not on any birth control,” You squealed, using your hands to pull yourself away. It really was no problem use as Aemond kept you securely pinned down. “Aemond, you can’t don’t do this.”
Aemond didn’t listen as he coated your walls, masking his own moans into the skin of your neck. He made sure to pump every single bit into you until he knew he was done, holding himself there for a moment. When he pulled out, he watched completely entranced with the cum leaking out of your hole.
Softly he kissed all over your face trying to calm you as he held your trembling body. He fixed your skirt pulling it down, helping you get up from your position.
“I think I should help you get home,” Aemond told you, grabbing all of your stuff together. He held onto it not allowing you to escape. “It would be for the best.”
You nodded obediently, following him out of the library with shaky legs. When you finally looked up from the floor, you noticed Aemond with a proud grin on his face clear as day. The man that had just violated your very being but had made you cum harder than any man had ever before.
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3rd times the charm
A/N: I THINK I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS ISTG NDKDJSKFK
Scaramouche x fem!reader, modern AU, university AU, scaramouche swears a bit, sort of love at first sight?, proofread, LONG FIC COMING THROUGHH
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Scara first saw you in the hallways of the campus, later he found out that you were actually in the same classes as him, you took the same lectures and almost had the same schedule.
When he first saw you he didnt think much, just thought you were one of the only good looking people in the whole campus, it was just admiration he told himself.
However that admiration has turned into something more as the weeks go by. One of your professors has decided to give an individual assignment requiring everyone to make a 10 minute long presentation
Scara was planning to bail on it and not come to on the d day, but found out that presentation made up 30% of his final grade and had no choice but to do it and come to class to present, much to his dismay.
On the day of the presentation, he came in early like everyone else, sat down and revised his presentation. He midway through checking his presentation Scara decided to just play with his nails or look at the table
Because to him, the table was much more interesting to observe than anything else. in fact he'd to count all the little lines that are on the wooden table then revise his presentation.
One after another people started to present and the man started getting bored and sleepy. It felt like hours and it never seemed to end soon, Scara thought about going home and skip presenting, until he heard your voice as you started your presentation.
He verted his gaze away from the table to look at you.
With the amount of time given to present, he cant help but notice the little details from you. Your voice loud and clear for everyone to hear, confident enough to talk but, also nervous as you were subconciously playing with your fingers, eyes looking at the presentation then averting it to the audience, and the way you laughed, trying to answer the professors questions. The way your voice sounded sent butterflies to his stomach and he doesnt know why.
This was the only time he listened with full attention to someones presentation and he couldnt give an answer to why.
His attention was completely on you for a solid 10 minutes, only stopping when your presentation was finished and you were sent back to your seat.
Even then, his eyes followed your figure until you sat down,
The violet haired man sat a few rows behind you, and even if he couldnt see your face, his eyes never left your figure until the end of the lecture.
Whenever he knew you and him had class together, he would quickly get ready and make his way towards the campus. He took note that you always came 5 minutes after him, so next time he decided to come 5 minutes later than his usual time, just to be able maybe cross paths with you in the campus hallways. It never worked though, much to his dismay.
Thats alright, he'll try again, maybe he needs to find you not in the lecture room but during break time.
"1st times the charm" he'd mumble to himself.
Even so, during breaktime, if he just so happens to see you something would ALWAYS go south. Example, Scara sees you alone on a table outside, revising some notes? He'll muster up the courage to talk up to you. But he could never reach you without something fucking his plan.
One time he finally found you and his gaze never left you, meaning he wasnt aware of his surroundings. He tripped on a rock and fell face first. Immediately after he tripped and got stares from people around the man left, face completely red from embarrassment, hoping you didnt see the whole fiasco happening in front of you.
"2nd times the charm." He told himself one day, as he was getting ready for the day.
Well boy oh boy was he wrong. He saw you in the campus cafe drinking (beverage of choice). Again, his gaze on you and what happened this time? He bumped into someone, making their coffee ruin his outfit.
"FUCKING HELL!" Everyone quickly tried to find the source of such a loud scream, which means you did as well.
When he found out everyone was staring at him including you, he froze, looked at the person who's coffee spilled all over him, looked at everyone else, then at you and ran out again face red.
"....okay that was weird" you'd mumble to yourself, before focusing back to your laptop. You swore you saw his face somewhere, and tried to find out exactly "where" was.
Scara ran to the bathroom and hid in one of the stalls, not even bothering to clean up the coffee stain on his shirt.
The man was utterly and completely embarrassed by what just happened. He simply doesn't know if he has the guts to come to another class next time around when he is bound to meet you again. Because there is no way that you won't recognize his face after that whole Fiasco.
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Few days have gone by and Scara was close to just giving up. During lecture, he made sure to sit far far in the back where the possibilites of you seeing his face is close to 0.
Even after just a few days his mind was still replaying the scene in his head over and over again to the point where he could probably describe every single detail in a heartbeat.
There was no way 3rd times the charm.
Instead of going to the campus Cafe this time around he decided to go to a nearby cafe which was just a few blocks down the street.
He knew that you wouldn't be here anyways as you are usually in the campus Cafe. He was positively sure that he wouldn't see you here
But just as luck has it of course whatever he said wasn't true because the moment he heard a familiar voice he knew it was you instantly. Either way he looked up to see if it was actually you, praying it wasnt and he was just hallucinating.
Lo and behold, there you were, in the cashier ordering a drink.
Scaramouche started mentally kicking himself and started cussing at the world for doing this to him. He felt like, no, he KNEW that the world was mocking him for what happened to him and wanted to see it happen again live.
He wanted to leave but before he could he heard your voice starting to panic. Because he heard you panic his head whips back to you to see what the fuss was about
What he saw was you rummaging through your bag to find something which he could only guess was your wallet and in fact he wad right.
"Shit! I forgot my wallet!!" You said, panicking as you were worried you were holding up the line. You kept trying to find your wallet but to no avail, so you decided to cancel your drink and run back to your dorm to get your wallet and buy a drink in the campus Cafe instead.
Before you got the chance to cancel your order and apologize to the person behind the cashier Scaramouche whipped up his credit card and paid for your drink. The person behind the cashier took his card and ringed it up meanwhile you stared up at him and complete shock.
After the transaction was done and Scaramouche got his card back only then did you started talking
"y-you didnt have to that sir..." you mumbled a bit, mentally punching yourself for letting a stranger pay for your drink because you forgot your damn wallet.
Scara looked at you and shaked his head "it's no problem"
You widened your eyes as you finally recognize who this man was. You remember that he was in your lecture class and you paid attention to his presentation assigned to all of you a few weeks back. Although the way that he presented his presentation wasn't all the best, because he seemed uninterested and wanted to get the hell out of the class fast (which was true) you were enchanted by the way his voice sounds, and how attractive he looks.
You also remembered the incident inside the campus cafe, when he suddenly screamed out "FUCKING HELL" which shocked everyone.
Pointing at him, with curious eyes you asked him "Werent you the guy who screamed out in the campus cafe few days ago??"
With the way that he looks, and the way that he presented himself, you were sure he was going to cuss you out or gaslight you into thinking that never happened but instead you were met with him getting all flustered, taking you by surprise.
"Uhm. Maybe well uh... nevermind that. We dont talk about that okay? That never happened ever" he replied getting more and more red by the minute just thinking about it.
You laughed and nodded "well alright then, Im (name) ive also seen you in class before but nrver got your name"
God your laugh was attractive, he thought to himself before clearing his throat "Scaramouche."
"Well then scaramouche, would you be interested in having a drink with me as we chat? I mean were already here so might as well right...?" You suggested with a smile.
He gladly took your offer although did so in a way where it made him look uninterested,
He prayed that this time, things would go according to plan
After all,
3rd times the charm right?
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Could you make one of Balwin's girlfriend? He comes from the future, but he decided to stay in the time of Balwin Haci, who to celebrate their union they travel to the sea and his girlfriend decides to put on a very revealing swimsuit for the time and everyone watches her, making the king jealous.
I had been bored after Baldwin IV left for battlefield. I wanted to further accompany him but Baldwin IV denied saying that it would be dangerous for me to further accompany him. He kissed my forehead thanking me for support and asked me to wait obediently in tent before leaving. I sighed bored as I came out of the tent. I wasn't worried about my boyfriend since I knew according to history books that he would win battle of Montingsard. I sort of guessed that I would be left alone in tent. So unknown to my boyfriend. I had already packed a bikini. Once I was sure that I am all alone. I decided to wear bikini to swim in the sea nearby
I was happy to feel cool water against my skin. I properly submerged in water ensuring my hair cooled down as well. I was so engrossed in water that I didn't hear the sound of knights coming. As they walked they were stunned to see me in bikini
"Isn't that the king's mistress"
"Look at her, she is practically naked"
"Such a woman like her isn't fit to be queen of Jerusalem"
I was stunned when I heard those words. I slowly came out of water and saw knights looking at me. Some looked in disgust while some were shocked but maximum had lust in their eyes. I looked all around me and saw that I was surrounded by knights
"She has such a beautiful body"
"Look at her chest, this is the first time I have seen a woman's chest"
"It's like she is naked in front of her"
I heard their comments. I suddenly felt very scared knowing how different people's mentality is compared to future. How could I be stupid enough to wear bikini in medieval era I thought
"What's going on here"
I immediately recognised the voice of my boyfriend. I was happy but also but scared knowing how easily jealous my boyfriend can get. I could see few knights in front of me making way for my boyfriend. As my boyfriend made his way through the crowd he was shocked and angry at my display and maybe bit aroused? I couldn't tell I was to scared.
"Get a blanket" he called in his authoritative voice. "Every one look away and go back to your tents". Soon the crowd slowly dispersed as someone handed my boyfriend blanket. In his controlled voice he called me "Come here" but I could easily detect his anger. As I neared the end of the sea. Baldwin IV quickly covered me in blanket and tried moving me towards his tent. I could feel some knights trying to peek on me but one glare from my boyfriend was enough to send shivers down their spine and make them look away.
"Ouch" I said in pain. "I am so sorry my grip must by too tight" Baldwin IV quickly apologized and was being gentler. "No" I replied. "It was the sharp rock which I stepped on" hearing this Baldwin IV quickly lifted me in his arms and carried me to his tent. Once we reached there he put he down.
"How could you allow yourself to go naked in front of everyone" "Do you have any idea how much have you not only embarassed yourself but me as well" I got up and tried defending myself saying"But honey, it was so hot outside" "I wanted to cool myself off".
"In that display" he yelled back. "Why don't you understand that you only belong to me" "I am the only one who has a right to see you like this but now my men have seen you like this even before me" "Now they will have sinful thoughts and dreams about you and I have to live with this fact". "Not only that they will probably start mocking you, or spread lies in your name"
"Honey, please" a single drop of tear fell down in my eyes and Baldwin IV grew quite. "Please this how people in future dress when they go to beach". "I thought nobody was here and kind of forget about the culture of clothes"
"Unbelievable, you want me to believe you that people dres- I mean you were almost naked out there"
I knew Baldwin IV knew some where deep down that I had told the truth but was unwilling to believe me. He was jealous and hurt. I could tell as a man of honour he was worried about my reputation as well. Baldwin IV rubbed his forehead in annoyance and let out a frustrated sigh. "I will see what can be done and ensure that gossip of today doesn't spread and soon gets forgotten". Baldwin IV suddenly looked back at me. He started to check me out. I knew for sure that he wanted to tear off my bikini and take me right here but his anger and hurt was stronger. "I am going to sleep now, quickly change back to normal clothes and please don't disturb me" I slowly feel down on mat again with tears coming down on face. Fearful of what have I done to his heart and if we can go back being same as before
"Please don't cry love" "I will pray to God for some miracle" "Even if miracle doesn't happen I will ensure that rumours spread in your name will be punished" "And please don't go out like that" I looked at him suprised prompting him to further continue. He looked away embarassed saying "I hate others seeing you like this, this is only my right to see you like that" I giggled at his response "But don't forget I am still mad at you so sleep on another mat" I smiled in response and quickly wore my normal clothes and went to sleep on my mat
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From A Distance
AN: Hello! I’ve decided to try myself out at this whole writing thing so here it is my first Regulus Black imagine I hope you enjoy and if you any ideas for a new story please dont be shy to request me or message me! Oh and I know its not perfect with all the book names and the homework so if you want to give me an idea of the correct way pls message me I am super open to learning how to improve my writing !
Summary: Reader has a major crush on the mysterious Regulus Black and has always observed him from a distance. She never thought that he would feel the same until proven otherwise late at night in the library.
Pairing: Regulus Black x Slytherin!Female Reader
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Regulus Black was a mystery to most of the students that attended Hogwarts. Not much was known of about him other than the fear his last name caused many of his fellow classmates to feel, that he is the estranged brother of the well known and beloved Sirius Black, and that he was a seeker for the Slytherin quidditch team and a pretty good one at that. The aura of mystery that surrounded him made him prone too many rumours, most of them having to do with the group of wizards who all shared a similar tattoo on their forearm that proved their loyalty towards a former Slytherin student. He mostly kept to himself, always having a book not too far at his disposal in case he got bored of the conversation he was in with his fellow Slytherin pure bloods.
But if you payed attention to the little details like Y/N did, you would know his favourite class is potions even if he excelled in every class including defence against the dark arts the small glint of happiness and pride from a well brewed potion that showed in his hazel green eyes gave him away. You would also notice the almost peaceful look he had when he was playing quidditch as if all the other worries that plagued his mind vanished and capturing the golden snitch was the only thing that mattered. The uneasy look he had whenever the oils delivered the mail and he waited to see if he got any word from his parents and the relief he had when he had none or the frightened look when he did receive one. There were a handful of other little discoveries she had discovered over the years of observing him from the other end of the Slytherin dinner table, common room or class room. She couldn’t help herself, there was something about Regulus Black that intrigued her.
“Y/N…Hello? Earth to Y/N” Pandora waved her hand in front of her friends dazed out face hopping to get a reply as too wether or not she had understood Professor Slughorn’s assignment that was due in a few weeks.
Pandora followed her friends gaze that lead her to the youngest brother of the infamous Black family who seemed to be more interested in the leftovers on his plate from dinner than the conversation a Ravenclaw was desperately trying to have with him. Even if his last name caused fear in some didn’t mean they were blind to how handsome he was. Many of the girls in Slytherin had tried to get with him and were all turned down with a indifferent shrug or a forced smile and a cordial no. Y/N was one of the few Slytherin girls to have never pursued him but more shockingly to the most the only Slytherin Pureblood girl as well. Her family weren’t purist that believed that muggles were below them like some of the other pureblood families in Slytherin. In fact her family had a long line of being placed in Ravenclaw or on occasion Hufflepuff, she was the first to ever be placed in Slytherin which came to a chock to her family including her older brother who had saved her a seat next to him at the Ravenclaw table during the sorting ceremony. She was never shunned for being placed in Slytherin but she always did feel like the odd one out when she came home from Hogwarts and her family reminisced of they’re time at Hogwarts and all the fun parties they had in the Ravenclaw common room.
“You’re staring at him again” Pandora sighed while taking another bite out of her plate.
“Sorry… it just kinda happens sometimes I didn’t mean to be rude Pandora I apologize” Y/N replied, sending a apologetic look towards her friend, telling herself to focus all of her attention towards the conversation at hand instead of thinking about how good he looked today and how his hair looked extra soft. A soft blush appeared on her cheeks at the thought of being able to run her fingers through his soft curls.
“Ive told you a million times that I could introduce you to him I don’t understand why you won’t let me help you get to know the man of your dreams on a personal level instead of staring at him from a distance!” Pandora wasn’t wrong she could have introduced the pair a long time ago but Y/N refused saying that she was too shy and that she didn’t want to bother him like the other girls did.
“So about the assignment”she said quickly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear hoping that Pandora will drop the subject.
“I would be happy to help out the oh so clever Pandora in this simple potions assignment what do you need help with oh wise one”
“You know what maybe I should ask Regulus for help instead, I know he wont mock me with sarcasm and who knows I could tell him some interesting stories of one of his many secret admirers that I just happen to sit next to every potions class” Pandora said, slowly starting to place her papers into a neat pile and closing the many books she had laid out in front of her in hopes of helping her make sense of the difficult assignment she was currently stressing over.
“No!” Y/n replied quickly placing her hand over Pandora’s hand in attempt to stop her from getting up from her seat to go talk to the boy who’s name made her heart flutter. Pandora smiled triumphantly at her friend and let out a small giggle before settling back down into her seat. Y/N bent over the table to grab the assignment paper, shooting her a fake death glare before reading over what Pandora had already written down.
“I should give you the wrong answers for always holding that over my head you know” she said jokingly, a small giggle escaping her lips.
“Shut up you know you love me more for it”
The two girls got to work, laughter could be heard from time to time from they’re end of the table. Little did they know that a certain hazel eyed Slytherin was admiring them from afar, his nose now in a book. A small grin could be seen breaking through his usually unbothered face whenever he heard her laugh alongside the blonde Ravenclaw that sat in front of her.
After a few more hours of work the two girls had finally finished the written part of the assignment, the once filled dinning hall now only hosted a few students who had stayed behind instead of heading off to enjoy the rest of their night somewhere else in the school. They had both decided to call it a night, well Pandora did Y/N wanted to head to the library before going back to her dorm room to grab a new book having already finished the one she had taken a few nights ago. The blonde Ravenclaw wished her friend a good night before heading towards the Ravenclaw common room. Y/N walked towards the library, the sound of her footsteps could be heard as she made her way to one of her favourite places in the school. Once arrived she smiled to herself, the smell of books and burned candle wax filled the hair and she felt at piece. She made her way over to the history of magic section, her fingers trailed across the binding of the books that were displayed along the way. A sigh of contempt could be heard once she found the book she was looking for. She flipped through it before heading towards the front desk to sign the book out until she heard someone speak to her.
“You won’t be disappointed in that one, it’s one of my favourites”
Y/N froze, her heart skipping a beat as she recognized who the voice belonged to. She slowly turned around, trying to hide how nervous she was as she came face to face with the one and only Regulus Black.
“Oh I mean I’ve read the authors previous book so I have high expectations for this one” she said looking down at the book, too nervous to hold eye contact for too long.
“Yeah I saw you reading it during divination class” he admitted and he thanked Merlin that she was looking at him long enough to notice the slight blush that crept up his cheeks. Y/N could feel her heart stammering against her chest, her mind going wild at the thought that not only did he knew who she was but that he was looking at her during class.
“I’m Regulus by the way” he said quickly after.
“I know we’ve been in each other’s classes since 1st year” Y/N replied way too quickly and she wanted to slap herself silly for responding like a stalker would.
“I’m Y/N”
The two stood in silence and Y/N thought to herself Come on say something, anything, just talk to him!
“I don’t know if you’ve ever read it but there’s this really great book about Runes that you might enjoy if you liked this one” she said sheepishly. She dared to look him in the eye and it took her breath away. She knew he was gorgeous but in this light he was angelic. His brown curls framed his face perfectly, a few strayed in front of his face that gave her the need to tuck them back, his eyes gleamed and she could spot the green patches that meshed into the hazel that she could stare at for hours without ever feeling like it was long enough.
“Can you show me?”
“Y-yeah” she cursed herself for stuttering in front of him as she made her way back towards the never ending bookshelves. The book she was looking for was in a isolated part of the library, no student in sight as she finally found the right bookcase, Regulus following her closely. She started to look for the red binding of the book she’s read more than once, not noticing the way the boy that stood next to her was admiring her every move from the way her eyes squinted when she looked up, to the way she kept biting her lip before muttering the tittle’s of books. He smiled to himself, proud that he finally got to courage to talk to the girl that has been plaguing his mind day and night for months. Regulus didn’t know when it started but he did know that every time she walked into the room he had to remind himself not to stare too long or else she might think he was a creep or something. He also knew that he every time Pandora hung out with him and his friends and spoke about Y/N he payed extra attention to what she was saying in hopes of getting to know her better without actually talking to her. Until now.
She finally found the book that she was looking for but as if this whole interaction wasn’t nerve breaking enough she wasn’t tall enough to reach it.
“Um I’m too short to get it but its the red one with the rune inscription along the back” she said and she swears that she caught him staring at her, almost in a daze of some sort. The same kind she often found herself in when looking at him. He takes a few steps closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers except to look at the book he was reaching for. She suddenly realized how close they were, she could practically feel his hot breath fanning her face as he reached up and grabbed the book she described. Her breath hitched as placed the book on a random shelf and reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face but had gone unnoticed when she was searching the books earlier. His hands were warm, warmer than she had expected and she found herself leaning into his touch ever so slightly. He looked at her, really looked at her and appreciated her beauty that he was so used to seeing from a far.
“You know I’ve seen the way you look at me” he whispered, taking a small step closer, towering over her as she felt her cheeks turn red from embarrassment.
“I-I” she stammered but she couldn’t think of a reply. She was mortified but she didn’t dare move not wanting to lose the closeness she has with him, the closeness she’s only dreamed of having with him. His hand was now caressing her cheek softly before speaking again.
“I know this because I stare at you the same way” his nose nudged her’s and her eyes fluttered shut for second before opening up as realization set in and his words echoed in her head. The same way
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought of kissing those plump lips of yours every time I see you bitting it when you’re reading” he started into her eyes before they flicked down to her lips in temptation.
“Regulus” she whispered.
“If you want me to kiss you as badly as I do I need to hear you say it” once again nudging his nose against her’s but this time his lips brushed over her own teasingly.
“Please”
That’s all that he need before softly placing his lips on hers fully, his other hand going up to cup her other cheek. She closed her eyes, her head spinning and she could believe this was happening. That she was kissing Regulus Black in the library and that it wasn’t just another dream or fantasy this was real. She kissed him back, her hand softly gripping this wrist. He pulled back and smiled when he saw that her cheeks were red, probably just as red as his were. She bit her lip, nerves creeping her as she hoped that he enjoyed it as much as she did but her worries soon washed away once she felt his thumb pull at her bottom lip prying it out of her teeth. He bent down kissing her again but this time he was more passionate, he let one of his arms wrap around her waist pulling her body flush against his as the other went from her cheek to back of her neck softly holding it in place. She had let out a small gasp that allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore the new found territory. A wave of confidence washed over her and she was finally able to run her hand through his curly brown hair like she had wished for earlier today. She tentatively tugged at it, earning a groan out of the boy was currently snogging as if her life depended on it. She decided that in that moment she would do anything to hear that sound again so she wrapped her arms around his neck as she ran her fingers through his hair tugging at it randomly. As the two separated, foreheads leaning against one another both a bit breathless for their shared kiss they never tried to move away from one another. They enjoyed the closeness they had and they wanted to relish in the moment they just shared.
“So hogsmade on Friday ? Wanna go together” he asked while gently massaging the small of her back with his hand.
“As in a date?”
“Yes silly as in a date” he chuckled.
“ I would love to”
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Top 10 bsd characters oral scenarios: Mushitaro Oguri
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Featuring: ofc oral, afab reader, no pronouns, a sort of sub Mushitaro, but also kinda not.. depends on your interpretation tbh, established relationship, desk/chair oral, vaginal fingering, slight overstimulation, hair pulling, slight hurt/comfort and slight angst with a happy ending!
Poor Mushitaro was pitifully bored. I mean, when your beloved partner has been doing nothing but sitting around all day, you begin to get so bored you’re willing to trace the lines along the popcorn ceiling. Mushitaro didn’t want that, he just wanted his beloved partner to pay attention to him, and for them to take a small break. Mushitaro knows all too well what happens when people overwork themselves from having many, many in-depth conversations with Yokomizo. Yokomizo has told him that overworking oneself is similar to a fire that has been burnt out from a rainstorm, it gets burnt down so fast yet it takes a very long time for the fire to be able to light again because the cinders are still wet.
Mushitaro doesn’t want that to happen to you, and considering what happened to his beloved friend Yokomizo, he wants to try and avoid you acting like him in as many ways as possible. He doesn’t want you to share the same fate.
It’s too bad you’re just so damn stubborn .
Mushitaro planned to come up with an effective way to get you away from that damn paperwork, even if you were slightly annoyed by him because of it
Mushitaro waited for the perfect opportunity to set his plan into action. He walked into your office quietly, and noticed that you were rubbing your throat with your hand slightly.
“Are you thirsty, my love?”
“A little.. could you get me something to drink?”
“Of course, will water do?”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
The responses you were giving were bare bones, and in all honesty, it was making Mushitaro a little nervous. Whatever, it’s fine he’s going to get you to take your mind off of your work no matter what.
Off Mushitaro went, to get you some water.
‘ Well, that was anticlimactic, ’ Mushitaro thought as he returned to your office with a small glass cup in hand.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks, Oguri.”
The water hitting your dry throat felt amazing, and you felt just a little bit better. Maybe that metaphorical storm was beginning to hit less harshly, and the small smile that reached your lips confirming this brought a smile to his face as well.
Mushitaro sat down in the corner of the room on the chair you had for moments like this. You didn’t always have a spare chair in your office, but now that Mushitaro was your beloved fiancé, he demanded attention even when you were working.
He sat still for about thirty seconds before he sat up again and crept towards your back. He leaned down from behind you, with you sitting in your plush office chair, and kissed the top of your shoulder. Your breath hitched and you turned your back towards him.
“What’re you doing?” You questioned.
He didn’t respond, and instead walked around to the side of your desk and stood there for a few seconds. Clearly confused, you shook your head slightly and kept working. It didn’t take very long for you to zone out and practically forget Mushitaro was even in the room in the first place, which is clearly what Mushitaro wanted, because once you had begun focusing on your work again, he slowly made his way down to his knees and crawled beneath your wooden desk, bending his back a little bit because he was too tall for such a confined space.
You were focused, but even then you could notice Mushitaro slightly groaning at being shoved in such a tight space.
“You good under there?”
“No, could you move your chair out a little so I can move forward?”
You took this as Mushitaro asking you to completely move out of the way, so you sighed and laughed a little, wondering why he went under your desk in the first place just to crawl out mere seconds later, but you were met with his hands grabbing the sides of your chair once you had made it just far enough for you to let his head peep out. Mushitaro gave a smirk, and you were finally beginning to understand just what he was trying to do.
“Oh come on, can’t you at least wait till I’m done with work?”
Mushitaro sighed, and shook his head.
“Normally, yes. But you’ve been working even longer than usual, and I want to help you out before you get so burnt out you can’t even work hard again for god know how long.”
“Oh come on, that’s not gonna happen.”
“It happened to Yokomizo.”
Suddenly you felt bad, considering that he went as far as to bring up his late friend. Was he really that worried? He laid his head on your knee, and you ran your fingers through his unkempt hair. It was sweet to see this side of him, considering how much effort he put into his appearance, it was nice to see him without his typical suit and hair gelled to perfection.
“I’m sorry, Oguri. I made you worried. What do you want to do now? You have my full, undivided attention.” You replied to his previous statement with slightly sorry eyes.
Mushitaro nuzzled into your touch, and he kept his head on your knee for a few seconds.
He had you now. Now he just needed to make use of it.
“I do have a way you could make it up to me..” Mushitaro trailed off.
“Do what you were planning on doing before I so rudely interrupted you.” Considering what you were getting yourself into, you had begun to feel a similar heat beginning to form.
Mushitaro smiled, and you felt everything was resolved now.
He took little time to ask you to lift your hips so you could take off your bottoms, when Mushitaro suddenly looked confused.
“Why’re you wearing nice underwear to do office work? ” Mushitaro questioned you, smiling in confusion a little.
“Don’t ask me, they’re the first ones I found.”
Mushitaro giggled a little, and removed your underwear as well, leaving you completely naked from the waist down. You closed your legs just a little bit too much for him to access you, leaving him confused.
It’s not like he hasn’t eaten you out before, but still, it’s hard to not get a little shy when he's at face level with the most intimate part of your entire body.
Realization hit Mushitaro, and his smile turned to a smirk before talking.
“There’s no need to be shy.” Mushitaro looked down and to the right, then played with a little bit of his hair to make light of the situation.
You blushed, and Mushitaro smiled again. “No, but really.. get comfortable. I’m gonna help you out.”
“Alright..” you slowly opened your legs again, and Mushitaro grabbed your hips lightly, so lightly in fact you could still move if you tried. He was more trying to comfort you more than hold you in place, and it was nice.
Mushitaro moved his head up just a little, and confirmed with you one last time.
“So, you’re really okay with this? I’m not getting in your way or anything?”
“No. You’re fine. Please, touch me.”
Mushitaro could feel his face heat up at the request. Sure he had started this whole ordeal, but you being so straightforward caught him off guard. With that, Mushitaro leaned forward and gave a small kiss to the inside of your right thigh, before moving his face up more and moving his hand up at the same time. He temporarily rested his right hand on the front of the chair, where the gap between your legs was. He brought his face forward just a little more and left a lick up your heat, and once his tongue landed on your clit, he rested there, licking at it and simultaneously licking up the precum that was leaking from you.
You threw your head back at the sudden touch and you let out a small moan. Mushitaro noticed your pleasure and brought his finger up to your entrance and pushed his index finger inside of you, making you jolt a little, with your head still leaning back.
“A-ah, is this okay?” Mushitaro questioned.
“Yes, keep going.”
Mushitaro felt his pants tighten at the demand, and went right back to it. He pulled his finger out to the tip and brought it back, while still licking at your clit. After a few moments, he added another finger and was curling his fingers up slightly, making you cry out.
You gripped the arm of the chair with your left hand, and gripped the side of it with your right. Mushitaro’s pace was slow and steady, and it was driving you crazy . Just how much would it take to make him speed up, even just a little? With that, you thrust your hips forward slightly so you could hopefully meet his tongue and fingers faster, and Mushitaro didn’t stop you, clearly wanting you to find pleasure however you saw fit.
Mushitaro could feel his face beginning to get wet with your precum, but he was loving every second of it. When Mushitaro’s fingers curled forward and stayed there for multiple seconds, you cried out and moved your hand to the top of his hair and pulled it.
The storm was beginning to die down, and was becoming more of a sprinkle if anything. However, the drizzle was remaining consistent, making your work still cloud the back of your mind. You didn’t want this. You had to make him move faster. Your fire was hanging on by a thread before, but now it’s slowly rebuilding, going against the water dripping down onto it.
“Keep—ah-going. Don’t stop.” You whined, and Mushitaro obeyed. In fact, he finally decided to pick up the pace. He began to finger you with more drive than before, and he was beginning to alternate between sucking and licking your clit, making you jerk your hips forward more often.
You felt the familiar feeling of release beginning to rise, and you warned Mushitaro.
“Oguri, I’m cl—ose. Please, keep going. Keep fucking going. ” Mushitaro was beginning to get painfully hard, and he moved his hand down to palm himself through his pants, hoping for some sort of friction. Any kind of friction. You didn’t try to stop him, you were too worried about yourself at this point, no matter how selfish that might sound.
The storm was gone, now all that ever implied there even was a storm in the first place was the wet feeling of the ground and the smell of rain lingering in the air. To make things even better, your fire was almost back to its original state.
You pulled his hair even more, and with a cry, you came. Mushitaro went back to only licking your clit, but he didn’t let up. He kept fingering you at the same pace and you began to tear up just a little.
“Plea—ah, please, it’s t-too much,” Mushitaro moved his hand up to your clit and ran circles on it. “P-please! It’s—”
“Alright, alright, sorry. I’ll stop now.” Mushitaro pulled away, and pulled his hand away from himself too. Too worried about your current state right now, less worried about his current problem.
Now all evidence of the storm was gone, and your fire was actually bigger than average, fitting for the overstimulation Mushitaro had decided to perform.
“Now, tell me, are you stressed at all? Still on your way towards burn out?” Mushitaro said, smirking knowingly while laying his arms out on your legs and putting his head on top of his arms.
“Nope, it actually did help a lot. Thank you.”
The sudden praise went right to him, and he was reminded of his borderline painful hard-on.
“Looks like you need some help now, though.” You smiled and cupped his face, moving your chair back, implying that he should stand up, which he did. When he made it all the way down, you grabbed his arm and pulled him down to your chair, and kissed him. You rubbed circles on his hip, making him gasp a little, giving you room to bring your tongue inside his mouth. Mushitaro melted into the kiss, and sat down on the chair to straddle you, before bringing his hands down to grope you lightly.
Just then, you ran out of air so you pulled away. You caught your breath for a few seconds before teasing him.
“Wow. You really are desperate.” Mushitaro looked away, before removing his hands from you and twirling his hair in his right hand again.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You laughed, and kissed him on the forehead. It was a quick kiss, as you pulled away almost as soon as you connected with him.
“You wanna know what you are as well?” You teased him, and he looked you in the eye.
“What is that?”
“Dramatic.”
Mushitaro gave a fake offended gasp, and replied.
“I am not dramatic! How could you insinuate that? How cruel you are.”
You looked at him with an all too knowing look, and blinked a few times.
“You came up with a whole plan to get me away from my work. That’s pretty dramatic if you ask me.”
“Well, you’d be wrong.” Mushitaro rolled his eyes, dare you say it, dramatically.
You sighed and replied, “you literally just proved my point..”
Mushitaro’s eyes got softer, and you smiled at this.
“You know.. I’m really really happy we’re getting married. I love you, and I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else.” The tips of Mushitaro’s ears got red because of his confession, and you were about to respond before he kept going.
“I’m not just referring to sex like this. I can’t picture waking up and turning over to see any face other than yours, or getting home from the dry cleaners and seeing any other person sitting on the couch waiting for me.”
“Oguri, I—you’re so sweet. You know, the feelings are mutual. I can’t picture anyone else distracting me from work and sneaking under my desk. It’s like you’re built for the job.” You replied, whispering a little. This moment was nice, you didn’t want your voice to interrupt the gentleness of it.
Mushitaro was clearly still a little traumatized by the abrupt exit of his friend, but he was coping, and he was trying his best to get over what was going on for you.
“ Do you think we’ll be in love forever? ” He questioned.
You wore a shocked face, before feeling your eyebrows becoming upturned again. “Of course we will. Look at us, we’re perfect together.”
Mushitaro nodded his head. “Yes, we are. To be more straightforward, what if it’s out of our control? What if something happens to us? Or to you? ”
You took his shoulders and shook them gently. “I’m not gonna leave, I’m not Yokomizo. I promise. You’re safe here, I’m safe here. Please, believe me.”
Mushitaro looked hesitant for a moment, before he looked into your eyes and saw the genuine determination in your them, and he gave in and nodded. “Alright, I believe you. I love you.”
You moved your lips down to lightly kiss his neck. “I love you, too.”
You sat there for a few seconds, not in an awkward silence, Mushitaro was just enjoying the feel of your body heat against his. With the sudden comfort and intimacy, Mushitaro had begun to get a little desperate, and he rolled his hips into yours.
“Oh poor you, I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” You gave a pitiful look, and brought your hand to his.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help you with that.”
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The next part will be posted sometime tomorrow, the chapter will be on Kunikida
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