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[danidrawsstuff]

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i deeply regret not recording a timelapse for this piece :') but!! the brainrot is so dire i've been wanting to make a poster for the campaign that i'm currently playing in and i'm really, really happy with how this turned out in the end!

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—thinking about jason todd being a smug bastard... MDNI

Wayne Manor was swarmed with people. 

Once again, your parents had insisted on attending one of Bruce's charity galas, dragging you along.

You couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this world of opulence and pretense.

It was fun to dress up with thousand-dollar dresses and jewels, but, Christ, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and the sound of clinking glasses, making it stuffy even in the corner of the room where you stood.

They were nothing more than a group of pretentious assholes parading around and gloating about their wealth.

The very sight of them filled you with a profound sense of disdain for the whole event, a feeling that seemed to grow with each passing moment. 

You just thanked God Bruce always provided good booze.

"Cute dress," a deep voice sounded next to you.

You know immediately who it is.

"Was gonna wear red, but I didn't want you to get all jealous, Jason," you jest, your tone oozing with sarcasm.

"Is that right?" He smirked, handing you a glass of champagne. 

"Yeah. So I settled for blue," you shrugged, grasping the champagne.

"I think red suits you better," he hummed, sipping the alcohol. 

"I bet you do, Toddy," you chirp, eyes leering over the glass as you sip.

"You think you're so funny," he mutters, referring to the silly nickname you call him to his dismay. 

"I think I'm pretty hilarious," you smile, clearly amused with yourself.

"I can tell," he jibbed, taking another swig of the alcohol, eye peering over the rim to lock with yours.

You open your mouth to speak but are interrupted by a refined, high-pitched tone dripping with an air of superiority calling out for Jason in the dimly lit, crowded room. 

"Jay," a blonde girl quipped, making no effort to greet you, only batting her lashes at him. "I wasn't expecting you to be here."

"Well, you know..." He trails off before mustering a fake smile. "Duty calls."

She lets out a horrendous giggle that has you laughing at the sheer absurdity before her eyes lock on you.

"And...you are?" Her tone is almost revolted, adding to the tension in the air. 

Just take the high road, you think to yourself. 

"I'm a friend," you plaster a ricus smile.

She purses her lips, her eyes betraying a mix of jealousy and curiosity as they dart between you and Jason.

You'll play nice tonight, sure. 

"Don't worry. I have a date of my own," you lightly smile, internally cringing, torn between maintaining your composure and the urge to flee.

"You do?" Jason asks with utter perplexity.

No.

"Yeah," you breathe out.

His eyes squint, you gulp.

"Well...where's the lucky guy?" Blondie poses, her arms crossing over her chest, her condescension palpable in her tone. 

Your eyes quickly scan the room before you hear a familiar voice walking behind you.

"There you are!" You beam, turning around, reaching for poor Dick's wrist, and pulling him next to you. 

"Dick?" She questions, her curiosity piqued.

"Dick?" Jason questions, his tone dripping with disgust.

"Not happy to see me?" Dick teases as you casually thread your arm through his.

You don't miss the way Jason's whole body tenses. 

"How...charming," Blondie quips hesitantly before she threads her arm through Jason's.

Jason doesn't miss how your whole body tenses, issuing a smug smirk at your bewilderment. 

Oh? He wanted to play dirty.

Well, two can play that game. 

"Isn't he just a charmer?" You chirp, your tone laced with unnoticed faulty admiration. "Dick's just so sweet. He just...swept me off my feet," you say, fighting back a cringe, but the sight of Blondie's scowl and Jason's stiff posture makes it all worth it. 

Dick shifts his eyes down to yours; you give him a quick wink, and he nods lightly, pulling you closer to his side.

He would do just about anything to get under Jason's skin. 

"She flatters me," Dick beams. "She's the real charmer."

You smile brightly, your eyes moving between Blondie's perplexed eyes and Jason's narrowed ones.

"Didn't think you two talked," Jason grumbled, his tone simultaneously skeptical and sour, his eyes never leaving Dick's face. 

"Yeah, I can't believe we haven't talked sooner." You smiled, your gaze shifting from Dick's bright eyes to Jason, noticing his knuckles turning white around his champagne glass. 

Got him.

"I can't believe I let you keep her to yourself, Jason. She's a great conversationalist," Dick chimes with a slight smirk at Jason's irritation.

Oh. Dick is having way too much fun. 

"I'm aware," Jason continently says, taking a sip of his alcohol. 

"Even better baker—what is it you made me the other day?" Dick questions, turning slightly to face you. 

Your eyes widen in surprise at his improvisation skills, your brain slightly scrambling before you find the words. 

Hell, if the whole superhero thing didn't work out, he could make a killing as an actor.

"Brownies," you spout after a moment.

"You made this idiot brownies?" Jasom suspires, clearly vexed. 

"I did," you smile, inwardly enjoying his apparent displeasure. 

Jason moves to speak but is quickly interrupted by Blondie.

"I'll have to have some shortbread cookies made for you, Jason," she says, smugness oozing as she pulls him closer to her side. 

Right like he would ever eat—

"I love shortbread," Jason says with a wide grin.

"You hate shortbread. You've always hated shortbread," you sputter out without much forethought. 

"Maybe I like them now," Jason shrugs, a sly smirk growing.

Your eyes narrow slightly before they widen a little in remembrance. "Oh, Dick," you tug on his arm to catch his attention. "I almost forgot you left your jacket at my apartment the other day," you prompt.

"Why was he at your apartment?" Jason instantly says, eyes staring daggers into Dick's.

"Just hanging out," Dick answers plainly, his lips quipping only slightly.

"Well, you two sure seem...close," Bondie quips, sipping champagne. 

"Yeah," Jason mutters through gritted teeth. "They do."

As you sip, your eyes leer over Jason's face over your glass of champagne.

His jaw is slightly clenched, and his eyes are narrowed.

Jason Todd, jealous?

What a sight.

"Speaking of apartments," Blondie breaks the silence, turning her head towards Jason. "Daddy just bought me a new one in SoHo. You should stop by," she says before she follows with a wink.

"Oh?" Jason hums lowly, clearly still a little irritated.

You let out a low scoff. "SoHo's kind of a detour, no?"

"It's not too far from here," Blondie says, somewhat defensively. "Plus, I wouldn't mind a long car ride with you," she brings her manicured finger up to run seductively across the pocket of Jason's tailored suit.

You tasted a slight coppery taste, only then realizing you had bit down so hard on your cheek you had drawn blood.

"If you two wanted to head out now, we wouldn't blame you," Dick remarks.

You whip your head around to face his, mouth agape in surprise.

"Would give us a chance to leave, too," Dick finishes, sending a wink your way.

"Together?" Jason poses, tilting his head to the side. 

"Of course," Dick says cooly. 

As you look back at Jason, a tiny flicker of amusement glints in your eyes. 

You can see the gears in his brain turning.

"That's a great idea, Dick," Blondie chimes. "Let's get a head start."

You breathed a shallow breath before swallowing hard, looking Jason straight in the eye.

"Jason," you murmur, voice almost pleading.

"Yeah," he simply says, barreling his way over to you and grabbing your forearm.

"Where are you two going?" Dick asks, a shit-eating grin growing on his face.

"Move, Dick," you say with much more venom than intended.

"Move it, Grayson," Jason spits simultaneously, pushing past his brother.

His arm is tight around your forearm, guiding you out of the room. 

Dick throws his arms up in defeat. "What the hell did I do?"

"Where are they going?" Blondie asks, noticeably irked. 

Dick turns to look at her, pursing his lips slightly, and sighs. 

"Just—do you wanna dance?" He begrudgingly extends his hand.

Blondie perks up almost immediately, grasping his hand and pulling him toward the dance floor.

"She's so gonna owe me," Dick mutters, referring to you, as he is being dragged to the dance floor.

Meanwhile, Jason had led you down a hallway into a nearby broom closet and locked the door behind him. 

"You know, my parents don't think you're a good influence," you say casually as Jason's lips graze your neck. 

"Is that so?" He murmurs against your skin while your fingers thread through his slicked-back hair, holding him in place.

You toy with your bottom lip between your teeth, nodding along. 

The feeling of his hot mouth on such a sensitive area feels tantalizing. 

"They think you're a very bad boy, Jason," you tease before whining as his hand wanders to fondle your ass over your dress. 

You feel him laugh against your skin as his hand skims up your back to grasp for your zipper, pulling it down. 

"What do they think I'm gonna do?" He asks, slipping the front of your dress down as you reach for his tie, pulling him to your lips.

"Make me a bad girl," you murmur against his skin. 

His lips quip in amusement before he pulls back and quickly slips his tie off. "You already are a bad girl, Baby."

You let out a small laugh as you reach out to pull his suit jacket off, fingers fumbling with the buttons on his white collared shirt underneath, before bringing your hand to rest over your heart dramatically. "Me? No. Never!"

He lets out a low laugh that has your stomach in knots as he slips off the collared shirt. 

"Don't think I didn't notice that little game you were playing," he mutters, slipping your dress down to the pool around your ankles.

"You're a little shit starter."

"I was simply evening my odds," you simply say, stepping over your dress and using your foot to push it to the side as Jason unzips his slacks. 

You tilt your head. "She your little girlfriend or something?"

He tilts his head up, mouth opening in amusement. "Come on. You take me for a cheater?" He simply asks, slipping his slacks off. 

"I take you for a lot of things," you begin, pulling him closer by his wrist to press your lips to his. "But a cheater isn't one of them."

He tips his head in appreciation before hungrily engulfing your lips with his. 

"Don't tell me your parents think Dickie would be better for you?" He murmurs in between breaths. 

Your fingers entangled in his hair yet again, pulling him impossibly closer. "Actually, yeah," you suspire. "Or Roy."

He pulls back slightly. "Harper?" Disgust is apparent in his tone.

"Hell, he's worse than me."

You let out a breathy laugh before it contorts to a breathy moan as Jason's pointer and middle fingers skim over your clothed cunt. 

"Besides, neither of them could tame this greedy pussy," he rumbles, fingers delicately moving, pressing up against your clit. "No one could."

You let out a whimper as his fingers move his ease in and out of you, your underwear adding another layer of stimulation. 

"Well, no one....except me," he dips his head to hover over your ear, lips barely brushing the skin. "Yeah?"

You don't respond.

You were too focused on his fingers moving in you and his warm breath fanning your ear. 

"Say it, Baby," he coos as his pointer and middle fingers tweak your clit. 

"Say I'm the only one who can tame this greedy pussy."

You grip his shoulders tight, shamelessly rocking yourself against his fingers to gain more friction.

Your breathy moans shoot directly into his ear as he quickens his movements. 

"Say it," he commands, low and gravelly. "Or I won't make you come."

"Okay—shit," you stutter, trying so hard to get the words out in between pants. "You're the only—one," you begin through gritted teeth. "Who can, can—tame this," his movements pick up at your cooperation. "Greedy pussy," you whine out, grinding your body down on his fingers. 

"What a good girl you are," he praises before, to your dismay, he pulls his fingers out entirely. Your eyes widen in anger, mouth contorting to reprimand him before he moves to slip his slacks and boxers off entirely, revealing his painfully hard erection.

"I'm gonna make you come, Baby. Don't worry," he assures, voice breathy. "But you're gonna come around me."

You release a shallow breath at his words.

Sure, your orgasm had dissipated when he pulled his fingers out, but, fuck, was it back now. 

He leans his head down to press a deep kiss to your lips before his hands move to grip the back of your thighs, easing you up and pushing you against a side wall. 

Your legs instinctually wrap around his waist as his fingers slip into your panties, pulling them to the side to make room for his cock. 

His eyes flick to yours, raising slightly—you sure?

You give him a quick nod before he slips himself into your slit, which was already so slick—ready for him. 

His head goes back at the contact, gripping your hips tighter to keep you in place.

You rock your hips, muttering a curse as he moves against your aching clit. 

"Was he really your date?" Jason props unexpectantly, moving his hands down to grip your ass as he plows into you much deeper. 

"Wha—Dick?" You exasperate, unsure of why his brother was now a topic. 

"Well, yeah," he breathes. "Unless you have some—some other date I don't know about," he pants through labored breaths. 

"I—why are we talking about this when you're inside me?" Your voice is already hoarse as you scramble to grip his neck tighter.

"Fuck. I like that," he groans before returning to the topic. "Just—tell me. Please," he pleads.

"No, Jason." You're surprised you found enough breath to speak. "I don't even talk to him like that," you say honestly.

A slight grin grows on his lips at the admission as his pace quickens.

"And Blondie?" You spit out.

"Blondie?" A cheeky smirk grows on his lips at the nickname before his face turns serious. "Hardly know her."

You give him a slight nod, clearly satisfied with his answer.

He leans his head down to lay in the crook of your neck, groaning and curling into your skin as he drills into you.

"Shit," you curse, starting to feel the build-up of tension in your lower stomach.

"I know, Baby. I know," He croaks into your neck. "Me too."

It only takes him a couple more thrusts for him to groan and spew curses, and you whine and moan as you both simultaneously come. 

After you both recuperate, he eases himself out of you, hissing, as he places you down gently, even helping you slip your dress back up and zipping it up, pressing a tender kiss to your shoulder blade in the process.

He slips his boxers and slacks back on as you grab his collared shirt and slip it on him, delicately clasping each button. 

You snicker when you ease the zipper to his slacks up as he groans at your touch. 

"You are a bad girl," he jests, slipping his jacket and tie back on.

You let out a breathy laugh as his hands find your waist, pulling you toward him. He presses a sweet kiss to your temple. 

"Also," he begins his voice a low murmur against your skin. "I hate shortbread."  

You smile and rise onto your tiptoes, hovering near his ear. "I know," you whisper before pulling back, your eyes locked onto his.  

"I've always known."

a/n: lmaoo poor dick

reblogs & comments are encouraged!

[yuyu1024]

Lettuce

Pairings: Mingyu × y/n

Genre/tags: non idol, dating

Warning: 🔞 fluff but still smut, pet names (babes, baby, love, honey, sweetheart etc.), cursing, unportected/protected sex (always be safe), kinks (size, breeding, tits, etc), mention of small age gap, mention of low self-esteem/confidence and insecurities

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.6k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: been away. I didnt know if I should post this or delete but then... I dont want effort to go to waste so.. 😅 i hope this is an okay one.

Have a nice day.

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"Are you still waiting for your ride home?"

You look at the group of girls standing a few feet away from you. They are from the department across your office.

"Is your boyfriend late?" She adds a follow up question

You smile, "I am." You cautiously answer.

They are not your friends so you are not comfortable to share more than that. And also they are known to be the gossipers in the officr so, any details about your personal life would be the next topic for the next few weeks if you share anything with them.

"It's already late... are you sure he's still coming?" One girl asks.

Luckily, the bus arrives just in time for them to hurry in. No time for you to even chat with them anymore.

"Thank goodness..." you sigh feeling relieved.

*pings*

🐶: sorry, im late. 😭

🐶: i helped an old lady cross the street.

🐶: didn't know she would ask me to also help her get boxes of soju in her shop.

🐶: she admitted to pretending to struggle crossing the street so she can ask anyone to help her and his son 🙃 and then made me buy a whole bunch of lettuce.

🐶: like a whoke bunch😶

🐶: you like lettuce right babe?😚

You smile as you read your boyfriend's text. You don't know if its you imagining him pouting because he feels sorry he made you wait or its because he felt used and scammed.

💖: you're so silly.

💖: its still a good deed so its okay 😊

🐶: but i am 10mins late.

🐶: i cant let my princess wait for me.

💖: i can wait. As long as its you... ♥️

You see him read the message and then not reply.

"Hello stranger..."

You got startled when Mingyu embraces you from behind and kissed you on the cheek.

"Yah! You scared me." You slap his arm

"Sorry..." he giggles and kissed you again. This time on the lips.

"Stop..." you say, blushing. "We are outside."

"So...?" He grins and then puts his arm around you. "We are a couple. Who the fuck cares?"

You roll your eyes. "You know people judge..."

"No... they are just jealous because I am dating a wonderful woman..."

You shake your head. "No... they are not jealous because of me..." you push him away. Forcing a laugh. "Probably because you look good in that double denim look."

Here you go again with your self pity and self judging. You always do this. 'This' notion that you are way below over any other girl and that you are just lucky Mingyu is your boyfriend. You always make an effort to put yourself down without even noticing that Mingyu does not like it.

He fucking loves you. Inside and out. From head to toe. From front to back. He even loves it when you are not at your best behavior nor position. He just... loves you. Period.

But on your end, even with a million reassurance, you always doubt yourself for him.

***

Arriving at his apartment, the first thing you did was announce that you are going to take a shower. You didn't even looked at him when you said it. You're not mad at him or whatever. You are just guilty and feel sorry for being down out of the blue. You didn't even talked that much during the ride home.

"Hey..." he takes you by your arm and pulls you close for an embrace. He kissed the top of your head and then forehead. "Take your time... I'm going to cook dinner."

You smile with no teeth showing. "Okay..." your voice sounding almost a whisper.

"Anything in particular you want? We have meat, fish and vegetables... like a lot of lettuce..." referring to the whole plastic the old lady sell him. "You want something with soup or fried? Ramyun or pasta?"

"Hmm... I like pasta... and a salad on a side?"

"Okay... as you wish my princess..."

The whole apartment smells like a five star restaurant. The fragrance is to die for and makes your mouth water. When you got out of the bedroom, hair still damp, you got suprised by how extravagant Mingyu arranged the dining area. Fancy plates, lit candles, wine glasses and a bottle of his favorite red win. All of a sudden, iy felt like you entered an Italian restaurant wearing your baby pink pajamas and hello kitty slippers.

"Hi, babe." Mingyu is a ray of sunshine while putting on a few more finishing touches on the table. "Ready to eat?"

"Aww..." your heart is aching with pure joy. He is the sweetest man alive.

You stumble your way to him, caused by your own feet. He managed to catch you giggling with you. You look silly but he find it cute. And then as your eyes met he immediately captures your lips for a kiss. Small pecks that got deeper and more seductive. The kisses are loud that it echoes and bounce off the walls of the apartment. He can't also stop touching every curve of your body. From your hips, to your ass and to your tits. He even lifted your shirt so he can access your bra and yank one side down exposing you boob.

"M-mingyu...." you giggle as you try to pull away from the kiss. He does not want to let you go. He keeps on chasing your pink lips whenever a gap starts to build in betweem his. "We need to eat... the food will get cold..."

He didn't answer. He leans lower so he could give love on your exposed bud. He suck it first before he lets his tongue lick it and make your squirm.

"M-mingyu..." you inhale. "The food...?"

He finally lets you go, smiling. "Fine." He chased one more kiss. "But after we eat..." and another one. "I'd like to go straight to dessert." And another one. "You know I love my dessert." He says, bitting his lower lip while grinning like a mad dog.

"You're crazy!" You pinch his nose.

"Crazy over you..." he growls and suddenly picks you up off the floor. He puts your legs around his waist and you automatically hang your arms over his shoulder to hold on.

"Yah!"

"I can't wait. I think I want to begin our dinner with dessert first." His eyes is filled with desire and he is ready to wreck you.

Kicking the door open to your bedroom, Mingyu lays you down gently but in a hurry at the same time. He is on a mission. He is not going to make love to you. He will FUCK your brains out tonight. You know that look in his eyes.

"No condoms... I need to feel you... skin to skin..." he pulls his shirt off and throws it, hitting the wall, then begins to unbuckle his belt and pants. "And I'll like to fill you up until it leaks out of your pussy." He adds, grinning

"Oh God..." you try to get a hold of yourself. Not ready for what is coming

He pushes down his pants and underwear in one go. His length springs free and is up, steady and hard. It's tip glistening with pre cum.

"Turn around..."

You do as he says and go on fours on top of the bed. He pulls your pants down, revealing a bare and wet pussy ready to be torn.

"No panties huh..."

You blush. "Well... I know we'll have sex today... I just didn't know its going to be this soon..."

Mingyu hovers on your back, hand sliding up and down your curves. "Do you want me to stop and just go on with dinner?"

You lower your heard, embarassed, even though he's not seeing how turned on and red you are. "No... I would never say no to you..." after a few breaths in you look back, cheeks red and warm. "You know sex with you is my only addiction."

"Fuck yeah it is..." he says proudly and satisfied

He eases himself in, slowly but deliciously. He skipped prepping you. He can't wait anymore. His dick is aching and wanting to feel your walls.

"I'll be a little rough to you today, babe." He smacks your ass and a moan escapes your lips. "I didn't like what you did earlier..."

"Ughhh!" He slams strong and consistent. It's driving you insane how he could hit the very back of your cervix. Actually he could hit every thing inside you. Thats how long and thick he is. "W-hat... what did... I do?" You arch your back and pushed your upper body up so he can embrace you and touch your body as he thrust your brains out.

"You know..." he grunts as he adjusts and tries to go deeper, even though he is already at the deep end of your insides. "I don't like it... when you don't appreciate yourself..." he inhales and exhales as he feels you clench and make it tighter. "Fuck! Babe!" He kisses the curves of your neck and bites on your shoulder when he feels the tightness thats make it fucking sensational for him

You ubotton your top to give him access to your chest. You didn't unhook your bra though. You just pulled the ladies out and the bra helps give them a push up.

"You are beautiful... sexy... and a wonderful woman..." he pushes your hair out of his way so he can kiss your neck. "Love yourself... the way I love you."

He then pulls out, almost making you cry and beg. But them makes you turn around to face him.

"Can you?" He asks with the most loving eyes

You crash your lips to his. Pushing your tongue in him. You didn't stop until you hear a moany cry from your boyfriend. His brows then creases when you playfully bite his lower lip. "I want to..."

"But what?" He carries you off the bed and pins you to the wall, beside the window of your bedroom. Your one leg touching the ground while the other is hooked over his forearm. "Answer me, babe."

He slams back in you. Stronger and much deeper. Which confused you coz how? Its not like your cervix can expand. But thats what it felt when he slammed you. It didn't hurt. It felt insane actually. Insanely goodm

"You are kind... sweet... caring... hardworking... knows what you like and dislike... respectful..."

You are catching your breathe in your throat. Its like you are choking from excess pleasure. You try to speak but you can't let go of the high. So instead of speaking, you just shook your head.

"You don't agree?" He asks. Mingyu looks at you with his puppy eyes and showered you with kisses. Then he kept repeating all the good qualities you have as a person and even physically.

He really is telling you every bits about you. Everything that he loves and dislike but accepts coz it is you. It is part of you. He really do love you.

"What can I do... to reassure you?"

You put your hand over his mouth. Not to shut him down but to hush him for a second. Just for a moment until you get it all out for him.

"Fuck me!" You cry as you can't help but  cry more of his name. You are so close to your orgasm. "Nggghhhh...!"

You shut your eyes ready to explode but then Mingyu pulls away from your hand, takes you back in bed to finish, when he suddenly says the two words you didn't expect him to say while he's fucking your brains out

"Marry me..." he says.

Your eyes opens, looks at him in pure shock and bliss. "W-wha..." you can't finish your words. He was hammering you. You can't answer. "Mingyu!" You moan his name so loud when your world spun around.

"I love you." He grunts as he see you melt and when he pushed into you a few more times, he finally begins release himself you. All the warmth and every drop of him in you. "Fuck!" He exhales, dropping his body on you but not his weight. "I love you..." he says again. "So much..." he kisses your shoulder and then your cheek. "So... what do you say?" He smirks

"Suddenly?" You look at him, confused.

"Hmmm..." he scrunches his nose, still wearing the smile on his lips. "Not really..."

He then gets up, pulling out of you, which felt like you got more naked than what you are now. More exposed.

"Wait lemma clean you first."

He runs into the bathroom and takes a towel to wipe you clean. Just clean enough to be presentable but not totally wipe his seeds off you. He wants that in there.

And then he runs out of the room.

"Where are you going? Babe?" You are confused. Why is your man running outside the bedroom ass naked

Giggling as you see him comeback in and carrying the plastic bag of lettuce.

"Huh? What's that for?" You sit up and wrap the thin white blanket to your body.

"I lied. Well... we still going to have salads and all..." he is mumbling. "This should be over dinner... but... I could not help myself earlier so..."

"Mingyu... what is going on...?"

Laughing but still trying to pull a serious face. "It was true that an old lady sold me this but... as I was helping her she took the paper bag the came wit this... and I panicked." He sits down beside you. "I didn't want to put it in my jacket or pocket coz... it will be obvious... and when we walk and your cold you always put your hand in my jacket's pockst so..."

"Mingyu!" You grab his face and kissed him. To make him focus. "Just say it..." you are giggling now too.

"Okay..." a soft smile spreads to his lips. "I know... you may think... I'm still young and naive."

"No you're not..."

"Yeah but... still... anyways..." he nervously laughs. "Like I said... you are an amazing woman. Anyman who you choose to love will be the luckiest. And thankfully its me..." he then goes down to his one knee and pulls out a black box from the plastic of lettuce. "I said I didn't like what you did earlier... you looking down at yourself... but that does mean I hate you or mad at you for it... I just say that because I care.. I want you to feel... assured and happy." He opens the box and shows the most brightest ring you ever saw in your life. "If I have to always reassure you for the rest of our lives... I don't fucking care. I am up for it. I love you and I can't live a day without you." Pulling out the ring and taking your hand. "Please marry me... I will serve you and love you forever..."

You watch him put the ring on your finger.

"So...?" He looks at you with doe eyes

Letting go of the blanket covering your body, you launch yourself to him, making you guys fall on the floor. "I love you Kim Mingyu..." you say first before kissing him. "Forever is not a bad idea..." you kiss him again. "Of course I will accept."

"Sorry if I proposed to you after sex... at diner would've been fantastic"

"Don't say sorry... I do love your way..." you get up from embracing him. "It brings back to how we started."

He sits back up. "Right."

Then you stare at your ring. "Who could've guessed that... I will be marrying the guy I met and fucked at a friend's birthday?"

[hotnbloodied]

Hiiii can I request popular yandere classmate x oblivious reader, oh and can it be smut pleassee?

Thanks for your ask! I started randomly naming all my yanderes even if they are all one shots, I don't know if I want to keep it though. We'll see. This one almost fucking tore me to shreds, I might need a break after this. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

-˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Popular Boy X Oblivious Reader (!!SMUT!!)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

CW: not proof read, yous/yours used, gn reader, there is SEX, sloppy lewd writing, yandere tendencies, reader is kind of silly here. (LMK if I'm missing anything.)

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

It was the first group project of the year! You and three other people were going to be randomly assigned together to work on a research project about something or another. The first two seemed like nice people but the third was Atticus, your friends have talked about him before. Wasn’t he popular or something? When the group met face to face you finally understood why, he was funny, charismatic and quite the looker. Your group decided to meet up in the library and you thanked your lucky stars that it seemed everyone was working well with each other. The other two in the group knew each other and were friends so when one of them had to leave later on in the day the other one did so as well leaving you and Atticus the only ones in the group still in the library.

Without the other two here, people were more inclined to come by to say hi to Atticus causing him to get distracted, you didn’t care much honestly, you had work to do after all. You overheard a couple of the people who came to talk to Atticus talk about some sort of group karaoke and that he should join them. “Sorry guys, I’m still with my group partner,” he apologized. You looked up, “it’s all good, this is just the first day after all.” Atticus looked at you incredulously. “See? Even your groupmate thinks it’s fine. Join us, Atticus, the girls are asking for you.” Internally he was annoyed, he already said no and the least his groupmate could do was back him up. Were you really that stupid? Eventually though, he was able to convince them to leave him alone. But when he turned expecting to see you still sitting there you were gone. Your stuff was still here so he assumed you went to get more material to research.

Scanning over the library he spots you eventually, struggling to reach for a book on a higher shelf. He sighs and starts walking over to assist but it turns into a run when he notices that you’re about to get toppled by said books. He covers you from getting hurt and curses at himself because having books fall on him fucking hurts. “What are you doing?” He says sternly, “if you can’t reach something ask for help.” He gasps, some of his true self leaked out, his image of a prince type is over. “Dang I’m sorry, you’re right. No sense in getting myself hurt, thanks! By the way, are you okay?” Suddenly, his heart raced, he didn’t know why. It might have been the way you looked under him currently, or it might have been the way you accept his rough tone with you, but either way he was going to explore it, explore you.

The project goes by smoothly, you still hang out with Atticus since the two of you exchanged numbers due to the project. You found it really weird though, each time you hung out with him and his friends, his friends were never able to make it. You hope you’re not scaring them away. Little did you know that if anyone is scaring people away it’s Atticus. The more time he spent with you was like heaven but also hell. He loved spending time and learning new things about you but, fuck, why were you not picking up any of the hints and flirty signs he was giving you?! Like today when it was just the two of you again, you two were at the movies and he tried to get an arm over your shoulder. “Oh my! Are you cold? Here, you can have my jacket.” And wrapped him up in your jacket! Sure, being able to smell your scent was nice but that’s not what he wanted! To rub salt on the wound too, after the movies his friends spotted him and invited you two to join them and you ACCEPTED! “Oh sorry, were you guys on a date?” One of his friends asked. “Oh no, we’re just chilling! We’d love to join you!” You responded. He almost choked up blood.

He went to his last resort and feigned sickness. Worry etched your face and you apologized as you helped carry him away. He convinced you to go to his place since it was nearby and was a bit hurt that you agreed so readily, you were going to be in a private space with him after all. Arriving at his place you helped him inside, all the way to his room. As you wished him better and got up to leave he tugged your arm. “Wait a minute,” he says. “Hm? What’s up, need something?” He hugs you, “I… I need you.” Not sure what he meant, but feeling like he needed this, you hugged him and both of you stayed like that for a while. That was, until his lower half decided to act up. “Do you, uh, need help with that?” You ask, almost too innocently. His face flushed, “help with this…?” ���Of course, a boner is a natural part of your body, you know. Though I also heard that boners don’t happen just because someone is horny though…are you horny?” Atticus felt the blood rush to his head, all he could do was meekly nod.

You were sucking on his member, he could tell that you’ve done something like this before but maybe not too often due to the slight hesitation you exhibited. Regardless though he never imagined you would have been so willing to do this for him, should he have asked sooner? The sight of your mouth wrapped so prettily around his cock, he wasn’t the type that was quick to cum but just because it was you doing this act on him he felt close. He couldn’t have that, so he grabbed your shoulder and urged you on to his bed. “Take off your clothes,” he instructs. You did as he told, he gulped, he wanted this for how long now? It felt surreal that this was real. He couldn’t help but use his hands to explore your body, groping, touching, feeling your warmth. Your breathing quickened, you weren’t sure why he was taking so long, his exploration of your body started making you feel needy. You were close to telling him to hurry but let out a yelp when he started to suck and lick on your chest. He worked his way down to your lower area.

“What are you doing? Is all this necessary?” You ask him. “Please,” he begged, “I just need this, won’t you let me?” You whimpered, this is good and all but all this teasing is something you aren’t used to. He sucked and tongue prodded you for a while, you said that you would let him do what he wanted but you wanted to release soon and his tongue wasn’t doing that for you. “Hey, uh– hnn!!” Before you could say anything more he inserted a finger then two into you, rhythmically finger fucking you. Making sure to brush against your g spot each time. You were so close and Atticus knew it, so he stopped making you whine even louder. “Why did you stop?” “Grind on my dick,” he ordered. Sluggishly you got up and did as he was told. “Don’t even try to insert before I allow you to.” So you rubbed your sensitive area against him, slow at first but even you can grow impatient and you’ve been that for a while. Your wetness making a mess and with your bodies grinding against each other a squelching sound reverberated through the room along with the heavy panting and moaning. “Soon please?” You begged. Atticus needed you badly as well so he pushed you down on the bed again and aligned himself before pushing in causing you to scream out from the intrusion. He jackhammered you silly, “fuck, fuck, fuck, please. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” he chanted like a mantra, “I need you so bad.” What followed was one of the hardest orgasms you ever had. He unsheathed from you and quickly went to your face marking your face all over with his seed.

After a couple of beats you asked, “hey, uh, can I have some napkins?” “S-sorry,” he scrambled to his drawer and took out a box of tissues. After you cleaned yourself up you asked, “I’d like to borrow your bathroom.” He told you that it was down the hall. You took your clothes and left his room, when you came back you thanked him. “Well that was fun! I’m going to head home now. I’ll see you later alright?” And left. He was shocked, how fucking clueless can you be?? He was going to make sure you understood that you were his now and he was going to move heaven and hell to make sure that happens, his darling.

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman will go so far as to embarrass himself to save those he loves

Zatanna: Okay, if you want to save Gotham and its occupants, you... Oh, dear.

Batman: What?

Zatanna (slowly): You have to sing.

Batman (not sure he heard that right): What?

Zatanna (holding back her laughter): Yeah, sing a song that expresses your true feelings. So, nothing where you're feeling dead inside.

Once Zatanna finished explaining, a microphone formed from the magic orb. Zatanna chuckled, holding the microphone out to Batman.

Batman blinked, his mouth twitching as he tried to suppress his inner mortification. Flash (Barry) held out his phone, pretending to text while secretly ready to record the spectacle.

Green Arrow (lamenting, sniffling): My son is in Gotham, and now he's going to die!

Batman (insulted): Okay, hold on. I am Batman, and I can do this! I can sing; I just don't like doing that in my suit.

Wonder Woman (dryly): That's not what would make you look silly, Batman.

Superman: She's right, now sing.

Aquaman: And you have to sing it from your heart.

Martian Manhunter: You are not about to let your family and friends perish in Gotham simply to maintain a reputation. Sing the darn song!

Batman: I'm going to regret this... So much! My stuff is in Gotham and I can't afford to lose that.

Hawkgirl: What about your family?

Batman: I SAID MY STUFF!

Hawkgirl (shrugging): I should've expected that.

Batman (snatching the microphone from Zatanna's hands): Give me the microphone!

--- Monster from Epic the Musical ---

Batman (singing): How has everything been turned against us? How did suffering become so endless? How am I to reunite with my estranged? Do I need to change?

During Batman's vocal performance, the Justice League exhibited a range of reactions; some members expressed shock, others displayed amazement and enjoyment, while a few speculated about a potential anomaly within the Matrix simulation.

As he sang, the terror over Gotham began to fade, but a voice could be heard singing through the air.

Batman (singing): So if we must sail through dangerous oceans and beaches. I'll go where Poseidon won't reach us and if I gotta drop another infant from a wall. In an instant so we all don't die?!

Batman hesitated, mortified. He knew he wasn't going to live this down, but if it meant saving Gotham and his family, he would belt his heart out.

Batman (singing): Then I'll become the monster!I'll deal the blow! And I'll become the monster like none they've ever known! So what if I'm the monster lurking deep below? I must become the monster and then we'll make it home!

An hour later, the Justice League returned safely to Gotham. Everyone was safe and unharmed. Green Arrow, panicked, searched for Arsenal but quickly spotted him. Running over, he nearly knocked Arsenal down with a fatherly hug.

Arsenal (patting his father's back, sincerity): I missed you too.

Nightwing: We heard singing when the monsters started to die. Who was that?

Flash (watching the video): We don't remember his name.

Wonder Woman: Strange man, but we swore not to tell anyone who he was.

Hawkgirl: Yeah, you guys are lucky he was around, right, Batman?

Everyone turned to Batman; the hero, fortunately concealed by his cowl, was silent for a second.

Batman: Yeah, and he thanks you all for not identifying him. Nightwing, let's go.

Batman yanked Nightwing away from the Justice League by his arm.

Superman: He won't admit it, but we are really good friends.

Flash (amused): Yep. And I have video evidence of the Dark Knight singing a musical he swore he hated.

Martian Manhunter: Text that to my phone.

Flash: Don't worry, I got a group chat already.

What singers voice do you associate Batman's singing voice with? Comment or reblog your answers 😊

[writingdevil]

hiiii i haven't seen a prompt with smitten and cheated yet and im very curious how ur take on their dynamic would be. could be platonic or romantic though knowing me im definitely partial to shipping them <3

stay awesome and thank you 🫶

(HI PINK! I hope you like this one, because I loved the story you showed me about them and all your thoughts on the ship, so I hope you enjoy this one! You stay awesome as well! 🫶)

Cheated liked to think that he had a pretty good sense for when something was wrong.

Some of the others thought he was just tempermental and a sore loser, but Cheated knew that they didn't understand how he operated-how lucky for him.

Cheated didn't enjoy standing by while others were either pushed aside unfairly, or using dirty tricks to get ahead of others. That's why he always defended Broken and heard Paranoid out, and why he didn't trust Oppy and picked fights with Stubborn. It was all because he wanted everyone to be on the same page as each other, because only then Cheated believe that they can get along.

Cheated didn't like getting angry, believe it or not. He didn't like yelling at something that may not ever change for good, but he found that being loud was the only way to get people to listen to him, to make them understand what the problem was.

But he found that yelling wouldn't solve this problem.

He had been the first person to even know that there was a problem in the first place, and Cheated hadn't even been paying that much attention. It just stood out that much to him.

It was a single moment-barely lasted a second-but Cheated knew something was up the instant it happened.

A group of them had been chatting in the living room, and while Cheated wasn't joining in the conversation, he was still paying attention to the people around him.

He was leaning against a wall, listening to Hero and Contrarian yap about whatever, when his gaze was beginning to drift away, to a small corner in the room that he normally wouldn't have cared about.

But Smitten was in that corner.

Cheated blinked, but Smitten was still there, hugging himself and pressing his back against a corner of the room, a wistful expression on his face as he watched the others in silence.

Cheated straightened up, studying the other more seriously, because that wasn't like Smitten at all.

Smitten was known to be loud and boisterous, his mere presence being able to lift the mood instantly. Being quiet and reserved? Making himself invisible and small? That wasn't the Smitten he knew, not one bit.

But Cheated knew better than to draw attention to it immediately, so he waited, now only half paying attention to the conversation, too busy trying to decipher the sad yearning in Smitten's eyes.

Eventually, the conversation came to a close-of which Smitten hadn't spoken up once- and people started to disperse. The second he saw Smitten begin to sheepishly move away from his little corner, was when Cheated walked up to him, trying to look as normal and not as confused as he could. He most likely failed.

Smitten didn't notice him at first, keeping his head bowed as he walked, and when Cheated put a gentle hand on his elbow, Smitten flinched.

"O-Oh!" Smitten exclaimed in fright, not so subtly moving away from Cheated's hand. "My sweet friend, I didn't see you there!"

Cheated narrowed his eyes at the slight movement, but still tried to keep his voice light and casual as he said, "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to ask if you were alright."

Smitten blinked at him, as if surprised at Cheated's concern, before he gave him a reassuring smile, waving a hand through the air casually as he said, "Oh, what a silly question, dear. Of course I'm alright."

"Are you sure?" Cheated asked, and he saw the way Smitten's body tensed up, but Cheated couldn't think of how else to go about this. "You were acting a little different than usual. You kinda seemed a bit s-"

"Oh, I just remembered!" Smitten suddenly exclaimed, feathers puffing up in alarm, and Cheated couldn't help but think that they were acting as a barrier against him.

Smitten took a big step back, making sure not to touch Cheated, and blurted out, "I'm supposed to be meeting Skeptic for lunch today, silly me!"

Cheated tried reaching out to him, but Smitten quickly turned to rush out into the hallway, giving Cheated a quick wave and went, "Be seeing you, Cheated!"

Then that was that.

Cheated couldn't do anything but move on with his day, but his dumb brain couldn't get the sight of Smitten looking miserable out of his head all day.

Something was obviously wrong, but Cheated didn't think that it was his place to say anything just yet, not when Smitten was about to visit his brother. Skeptic will sniff out the problem immediately!

-Only in the days that passed, Smitten still looked upset.

It was all that Cheated could focus on anymore. He noticed the way Smitten's smile didn't reach his eyes anymore, his voice was lacking his usual passion and love, and he wasn't talking to anybody.

It was as if Smitten was becoming a shell of himself, and Cheated was felt a fearful knot in his chest each time he glanced at Smitten.

He confronted Skeptic about this, because surely Skeptic had a plan in the works. But when Cheated spoke to him, he said that he hasn't met up with Smitten in the last few days, and that he hadn't noticed that was anything was wrong with him.

Smitten lied? He was hiding something from his brother?

Now Cheated had to get involved, that urge to step in and help growing more and more, but unlike in other cases, where he would demand for justice and fairness and was ready to fight for that-he felt like he couldn't do that with Smitten.

Smitten, at his core, was a soft bird, who only wished to please and shower the others in love. He obviously had his more aggressive moments, but Cheated saw the way those moments disgusted Smitten. He didn't like being driven by hate and anger, and if Cheated confronted him in his usual manner, that might scare Smitten off.

So despite everything Cheated stood for, he decided to be patient and wait, but constantly being on the lookout for any changes in Smitten's behaviour, anything to explain why Smitten was acting this way.

But day after day, all Cheated saw was Smitten distancing himself further from the flock. He just started to shine less, and Cheated was terrified of seeing that light go out fully, for the day that Smitten didn't smile and express his love in the ways that he knew best.

Cheated couldn't understand why, though. What happened to draw out this behaviour in him? Nothing particularly traumatic or devastating has happened in a while, so what was troubling Smitten so much?

Cheated couldn't stand it. Smitten deserved to be happy and to be loved just as much as anyone else, and Cheated refused to let him wither away without telling him that Cheated was here for him.

He wanted to let one of the more gentler ones take the lead, like Skeptic and Hero, but Smitten appeared to have them both fooled into thinking that he was alright, so it was up to Cheated and his loud nature to knock some sense into Smitten.

The very next day, Cheated searched all over the house for Smitten, swearing under his breath for every minute that he couldn't find him.

It was Hunted, that ended up telling him that Smitten had gone on a walk up the hill not far from where they lived.

"Fuck, I hate hills," Cheated muttered under his breath as his legs ached at the steep climb he was forced to go up.

Smitten didn't seem to notice him at first, or if he did, he didn't have the energy to run away from Cheated anymore.

Cheated could imagine what Smitten would've been like in that moment-he would probably make an effort to help Cheated up, maybe talk about how- 'I feel your pain as if it were my own. Allow me to relive you of your suffering.'

He would most likely try to pick up Cheated, and the thought of that made Cheated flush-along with the reminder that he needed to get to the bottom of Smitten's plight.

He groaned loudly once he reached the top, and he saw that Smitten had been idly making a flower crown in his lap. Were flower crowns easy to make or was Cheated just that slow?

He felt Smitten's wary gaze on him as he tried to catch his breath, and the first thing out of his mouth was, "How can you do that walk? Aren't you dying by the time you get up here?"

Smitten wore a blank expression, which honestly creeped Cheated put, and then Smitten tilted his head to the side and spread one perfectly preened wing out and said, "I flew up here. Did you not think to do that?"

Cheated huffed at the question. "Can't, remember?" Cheated flapped his stupid wings that weren't big enough to hold his stupid weight enough to fly. Ridiculous.

"Oh," Smitten said, realisation dawning on his face. "I guess you were dealt a bad hand in that regard."

"I've been dealt a bad hand in everything," Cheated retorted with, before sitting down next to Smitten-who inched slightly away from him.

They sat on top of that hill in silence, and if there wasn't a pressing issue at hand, Cheated would've called the moment quite relaxing.

He bunched his hands into fists and stared out down at their house and softly asked, "What's wrong, Smitten?"

"Nothing's wrong, Cheated."

"That's bull-" Cheated stopped, taking a deep breath before he snapped at Smitten and ruin everything. That could still happen, if he's being honest.

"I've seen you, Smitten," Cheated said. "You're really upset over something, I can tell."

A pause. "You can?"

"Yeah, of course." Cheated twisted to face him fully now. "I can see it clear as day on your face that something's up."

Smitten was staring down at his flower crown as he quietly said, "Nobody else seems to feel that way."

"Yeah, that's because they're not looking for the right thing. I am. I can see what's really going on with people, no matter how hard they try to hide it."

Smitten hummed, twisting the intricate crown of daisy's in his hands, and then asked, "You don't have to concern yourself with looking at me. You won't like what you find."

"What do you mean?" Smitten sighed, lifting his head just enough to gaze down at the house where the rest of their flock resided.

Smitten looked so sorrowful as he said, "All I've ever wanted was to let others know how much I adore them, that I would devote myself to them no matter the cost."

"Okay?" Cheated said, cringing at how rude it came out. "What's the matter with that?"

Smitten didn't immediately answer, instead placing the flower crown on the ground between the two of them so that he could tuck his knees up under his chin.

"The problem is that I hurt people with my love," Smitten revealed, his trembling voice on the verge of a whisper. He took a shaky breath in, blinking furiously up at the sky, then continued, "My love for others does nothing but harm them. I did it to our beloved princess, and I did it to the Long Quiet."

Smitten glared up with a viciousness that Cheated wasn't used to seeing in him. "My love is just a poison that infects everyone around me, and I refuse to hurt people anymore."

That's why he had been avoiding touching people, and not bringing as much attention to himself. He was afraid of getting too close and letting himself lose control with passion.

Cheated gazed at Smitten in sympathy, and no matter how hard the other tried to spin it, the only thing that was clear to Cheated was that Smitten was so lonely now.

He was literally depriving himself of properly being with the people he loved, making himself miserable all for the sake of them.

The thought made something twist within Cheated.

"Well," Cheated slowly said, glaring at the grass below him, "what about us, then?"

"You're all better off without me-"

"No, what about our love?"

Cheated watched in satisfaction, as Smitten's face scrunched up in confusion, before he finally looked at Cheated.

"How come you're the only one that's considered dangerous, huh? You don't think we're fucked up enough to do something crazy?"

"What?" Smitten blurted out, bafflement all over over his face. "I am trying to keep you safe from me-"

"Then who's gonna keep us safe from when Stubborn goes mad? Or when Hunted goes feral? Why do you have to be considered more dangerous than the rest of us?"

Smitten's jaw was hanging open, and Cheated could practically see him frantically trying to come up with an argument.

"How is it fair," Cheated snapped, leaning in closer to Smitten and glaring at him, "to think that we can't hurt you just as much as you could hurt us? Why do you need to be punished while we get to live our lives without any fear?"

"I am trying not to hurt you with my love!" Smitten exclaimed indignantly. "Well don't," Cheated retorted, "because that's a stupid fucking argument." Smitten looked appalled, as if in disbelief at the way Cheated was talking to him.

Cheated gave him a serious look and said, "We could all hurt each other-badly. But that doesn't stop us from loving each other, and it definitely shouldn't stop you, because I could tell that you were fucking miserable."

Smitten was staring at him more softly now, less shocked and more surprised.

Cheated instinctively clutched at the grass beneath them, sighing heavily, and then said with a rising blush, "You're always saying that love is the greatest force in the world or whatever, but that goes two ways as well. We love you Smitten, and our love for each other is definitely stronger than whatever demons you've got inside you."

Cheated averted his eyes, staring down at the flower crown instead. "I know I'm not the best person for you to talk to, that I'm too rough with my words where you deserve someone soft to help you. But I'm not gonna just sit around while you torture yourself."

Cheated then delicately picked up the flower crown with a soft smile, admiring its beautiful and the person behind it, and then gently placed it atop Smitten's head, who was completely stunned into silence.

"You deserve to be protected too," Cheated softly said, watching the way Smitten's eyes slowly lit up with that light that he had missed so much.

They sat there like that for a few seconds, as Cheated gave Smitten time to process his words. He couldn't tell what Smitten was feeling-all he knew was that Smitten was staring off into the distance, and more and more life returned to his face, until Cheated felt like he had made his point.

He turned away from Smitten, rubbing the back of of his neck and going, "Well, I'll leave you alone and stop spewing curses at you." He started to stand up, saying at the same time, "Sorry if I came off a little rude-"

But he froze at the feeling of Smitten grabbing his arm.

Cheated froze, letting Smitten drag him back down beside him so that he could cuddle into his side, and Cheated's brain was stuck in that moment, too busy focusing on the warmth that he had missed so much from the other bird.

Then Smitten placed a soft kiss to his cheek, and Cheated truly was done for in that moment.

"It was perfect," Smitten whispered, and then he rested his head against Cheated's shoulder. "You were absolutely perfect for me."

[jingyuan-s]

“ bet on me! ”

notes. it's been a hot sec since i've watched demon slayer lets hope i do this man the justice he deserves lol i read a LOT of muzan x readers while writing this and i think you can tell when the inspiration finally hit me.

premise. losing a bet leads to you asking out kimetsu university's notorious chemistry professor.

wc. 2.4k

warnings. gn reader, not proofread. modern au, professor x professor, bets, very brief mention of sickness, awkward first date, fluff??? u tell me, kinda abrupt ending.

You were still a relatively new teacher at Kimetsu University. You'd only been teaching there for a little over a year now, but you had fit in naturally that the other professors brought you into their little groups with no trouble.

It was sweet, really, how your coworkers did everything they could to make you fit in. But right now, a part of you wishes you could turn back time and smack yourself for ever even considering going along with Uzui when he proposed a bet.

You should've known better.

But the bet had seemed silly at the time, and you didn't think anything bad could come of it if you had lost. And boy, you lost.

You had expected the punishment to be something simple. Maybe he'd make you dress up in some ugly costume for when you teach your next lesson. Or maybe he'd have you make a fool of yourself in some other way.

But not this.

"He's going to skin me alive and display my corpse for his class to study. Uzui, you can't be serious."

And maybe your words were a bit dramatic, but really, can you be blamed? Your friend and fellow professor had just told you that your punishment for losing the bet was to ask out Kibutsuji Muzan.

Chemistry professor of Kimetsu University and notoriously known to be an absolutely horrible man to work with. His ego was through the roof, and he treated everyone as if they were beneath him.

Why on earth would you ever want to ask him out on a date?

But Uzui smiles. That smile that tells you that he was not going to let you back out of this, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, "A bet is a bet," He says.

Which is how you ended up here, standing outside of Muzan's office. Today was one of the rare days that he was actually here during office hours, when his weak constitution didn't prevent him from doing his work.

You entered his office with a quiet knock on the door, and he looks up from the papers he was flipping through to meet your gaze. Red eyes pierced through you, and you had to remind yourself that this man wasn't some sort of demon wanting to devour you whole.

"What?" He's the first to speak, his tone sharp, apparently not satisfied with the fact that you were taking too long to explain why you were talking to him.

He doesn't like entertaining conversations in general, so you supposed you should consider yourself lucky that he was even acknowledging your existence.

It's with a deep breath that you muster up the courage to ask him out, "Are you free tonight?"

And when he just stares at you, you huff out a quiet breath and continue, "I'm asking you out on a date, Muzan."

Now that gets a reaction out of him. A small one, one he probably didn't even realize he had made. A slight curl of his lips. You couldn't tell if it were a snarl or some attempt at a smile. Knowing him, it was probably the former.

With that reaction, you honestly expected him to turn you down. Maybe even berate you, 'how dare you think you're worthy enough to ask me that', something along those lines.

"Okay."

You're not sure who was more surprised by his response. You stare at him like you grew a second head, and he stares at you like you somehow forced the word out of him.

"...Okay?" You echo back, fully expecting him to backtrack. But he doesn't, much to your shock. Instead, he nods once. He's avoiding your gaze, looking back at the assignments he had been grading.

"We'll have dinner at my place. Tomorrow night." He says. You don't argue with him, deciding to just go along with it, because... holy shit, he actually said yes.

"Right. Dinner. Dinner at your place. Right." You dumbly reply, nodding along to your own words. You didn't know what else to say, your mind struggling to even process that this was actually happening. You had been fully prepared to get rejected, awkwardly laugh it off, and never speak to him again.

There's an awkward tension in the air, neither of you saying anything for a long moment before Muzan finally speaks up, "Right. Now leave." And his tone is sharp enough that you don't even hesitate, leaving his office and hurrying down the halls to get back to your own.

Uzui was there with Rengoku, the two chatting away about something when they spotted you.

"I have a date with Muzan," You say before either of them could even greet you. There's silence before Uzui bursts out laughing, and Rengoku stares between the two of you with a confused smile.

When tomorrow night arrived, you were definitely a bit nervous as you drove to Muzan's home. He had dropped by your office yesterday to silently give you his address, informing you what time to arrive and asking if you had any allergies.

He hadn't specified how you should dress, but since you weren't going out anywhere, you had opted to wear something casual.

He's opening the door almost as soon as you knock on it, and even though he kept a mask of indifference on his face as he welcomed you into his home, you couldn't help but notice how stiff his movements were.

Is... is he nervous?

The thought seemed impossible, and yet here he was, avoiding your gaze as he guides you to the dining room connected to the kitchen. The food he was cooking smelled delicious, and you had to will your stomach not to growl.

"You're early," Muzan breaks the silence first as he pulls a chair out from the table for you. What a gentleman, your mind dryly supplies as you sit down. He's not wrong, though. In your nervousness, you might've arrived almost an hour earlier than the specified time he'd given you.

You can only offer an apologetic smile because he was going back to the kitchen before you could get a word out. Your shoulders slump, and you let out a breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding.

Your gaze stayed on him for a few moments, watching the way he so gracefully moved about the kitchen. He seemed to be in a good mood today. Or, maybe you were overthinking and picking up signs that weren't actually there.

Either way, you tear your gaze away from him to look around a bit. The open floor plan of his home made it easy to take everything in, and the first thing you noticed was how clean the place was. Almost eerily so, like this place wasn't lived in.

The only thing mildly out of place was a few movie cases placed neatly atop the coffee table in the living room. From where you sat, you could only make out the one sitting on top, which you immediately recognized to be a rather cheesy romance film.

It's definitely a movie you didn't think Muzan would watch, and a part of you wonders if maybe he had watched it in preparation for your date. The thought alone had a strange warmth fluttering in your chest.

Your attention is only directed back to Muzan when a plate is being set in front of you, the smell of food invading your senses as you looked down.

"It was inane," He says as he sits down across from you, his own plate of food set neatly in front of him as he grabs his silverware. Your silence causes him to glance up at you, and he frowns a bit at the confusion in your expression, "The movie."

You make a small sound of understanding, awkwardly grabbing your own silverware that he had placed next to your plate, looking down at the food he had cooked. It looked delicious, honestly. Way better than the quick meals you'd prepare for yourself when you didn't have the motivation to cook.

That awkward silence that seems to be following the two of you starts to settle in as you both eat. The only sounds heard were silverware against the plates, and you had to stop yourself from nervously fidgeting.

You've been on your fair share of dates, so you'd like to think you were pretty good at keeping a conversation flowing. But Muzan was an enigma to you.

You barely interact with him at work, namely because he's rarely ever there in person. And when he is, he ignores pretty much everyone unless he deems them worthy of his time.

And on the rare chance that you did somehow manage to get him to entertain a conversation with you, it always felt as if you were walking on eggshells. One wrong word, and he'd be looking at you as if you were the stupidest person alive.

While you're fairly certain you and Muzan will never speak to each other again after this date, you at the very least wanted to make it a bit enjoyable. So, after a short moment of hesitation, you decide to break the silence.

"I didn't think you'd be the type to watch romance movies," You say, taking a chance to glance up at the man across from you, hoping to gauge his reaction.

His brows are furrowed, just a bit, and his lips twitch as if he had to stop himself from frowning. His gaze glances up to meet yours as well, crimson eyes piercing right through you.

"I don't. I only watched it because-" He cuts himself off, mouth snapping shut as if he were about to admit something he didn't want you to know. It feels like an eternity before he speaks again, though it was probably only a few seconds, "I got curious, so I watched it."

"And it was inane." You respond, remembering his words from earlier.

"And it was inane." He echoes with a nod.

You let out a small, amused huff. Setting your silverware down, your plate cleaned of food, you lean back in your seat, "Well, what kind of movies do you like?"

His response, perhaps a bit to your surprise, was immediate, "Documentaries."

"Oh?" You weren't necessarily surprised by that. Muzan, though inept when it came to interacting with people in a respectful way, was definitely one of the smartest people you knew, "Do you have a favorite, or do you just like documentaries in general?"

At your question, he perks up. A genuine look of interest crosses his features, as if he hadn't been expecting you to entertain this line of topic.

"I do, actually. We could watch it, if you don't have any other plans for the night."

It's an offer you could easily back out of. But this was the first time you've seen Muzan seem even just a bit interested in the conversation, and you were curious.

You shake your head, "I don't have any other plans, no. I'm yours for the rest of the night, however long you'll have me."

And for the first time tonight, Muzan smiles. It was such a small one, and you're not even sure if he was aware that he had done it. But you noticed, and it had you smiling a bit as well.

So once the dishes were washed (you had insisted it be you who washed them, but Muzan insisted that he help. The only compromise he settled on was him washing the dishes because he wanted to 'make sure they were thoroughly cleaned' and you dried them and put them away), you and Muzan were seated on the couch in his living room, the documentary playing in the background.

Honestly, you had expected it to be about something chemistry related. Or maybe even animal related. You were not expecting the documentary to be about plants, their medicinal properties, and the many impacts they have had on history.

It was a topic Muzan was apparently passionate about too, because he'd pause the movie to discuss certain topics with you and give his own insight. It was... normal. A reminder that Muzan was just that. Normal.

Not some big, bad villain everyone seemed to make him out to be. A jerk, sure, but still human.

Everything felt so natural after that. The tension in the air disappeared, and when the night inevitably came to an end and you left, you found yourself wondering if maybe... maybe you should ask him on a date again.

No bets, just genuine curiosity and interest.

"Come on, just tell me how it went!" Uzui groans. It had been a few days since your date with Muzan, and your friend and fellow professor had been pestering you nonstop, trying to get all the details.

You just sigh, ignoring the man leaning over your desk as you keep your gaze glued to your laptop, reading through some of the assignments that had been submitted the night prior.

A knock on your office door catches your attention, and both you and Uzui look over to see Muzan standing there. His coat was folded neatly and hanging from his arm.

His gaze flits to Uzui first, and he regards the man with a look of disinterest, "Tengen." He remarks, tone lacking any inflection, before his gaze lands on you.

And maybe you were just seeing things, but you could've sworn you saw his eyes soften just a bit.

"Do you have any plans for tonight? I found another documentary that I believe would interest you, so I was thinking we could have a repeat of last time."

The proposition has you perking up, a smile blooming on your face as you nod, unable to hide your excitement, "I'm free! I'll head to your place around 8, if that's good?"

And Muzan nods, "Then it's a date," He says before leaving.

The sound of Uzui clearing his throat has you remembering he was even here, and you look over at him, your smile practically glued to your face.

"What just happened?" The man asks, seemingly baffled by what he had just witnessed.

Your smile grows, and you let out a small hum, "I have a date with Muzan." You respond, your attention focusing back on the screen of your laptop.

And Uzui... well... he hadn't expected to become an accidental wingman because of a bet, but hey. He'll be rooting you on, even if it is Muzan you were going out with.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hello hello (●’◡’●)ﾉ if i may, could i request a scenario with vash and reader in an established relationship? vash has saved a town and it's one of the few times where he's celebrated, everyone making merry at a bar. him and reader are getting to be sufficiently drunk and the reader has the sudden urge to spoil vash, resulting in them plopping themself onto his lap, cooing, petting his hair, tickling his chin and telling eeeeveryone what a big, strong man vash is. basically they're being gross and flirty and drunk together and it's silly 😔

i hope you're having a wonderful day!! 🩷🎀

"Everyone, I wanna propose a toast: To Vash the Stampede! For saving this town! And for saving my heart from loneliness! Here's to love and peace!"

"TO LOVE AND PEACE!"

"CHEERS TO VASH!"

"Thanks, Vash!!!"

"WOOOHOO!!"

"God bless the merry couple!"

As cheers rang around all throughout the bar, you stepped off the table and slumped back in your seat, a grin spreading from ear-to-ear. You took a lot of pride in having enough confidence to make that toast...and that you've achieved your goal of making your boyfriend blush redder than his coat.

Indeed, there were rare times where you and Vash could let your guards down when he's a wanted man. But after the heroic deeds he performed earlier in town, the people called for a celebration at the bar, not caring about the 60 billion dollar bounty on his head for once.

There were no lives lost, no major injuries, and the destruction was limited to a few shattered windows--thanks to the bandits and their shitty aiming skills.

After they got hauled off to jail, everyone at that point knew who Vash was, and invited you two and the rest of the group for some rounds.

While you were initially wary that it was some setup that would end in Vash running for his life and guns blazing, it thankfully became very much the opposite:

You and your friends having a grand old time, eating food and sharing drinks. By the time you made the toast, your boyfriend already had a buzz, indicated by the tie wrapped around his head and him retelling the story of today's events to you---even though you were there the entire time, witnessing them firsthand.

"That was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me," Vash feigned a tiny sniffle, his arm pulling you closer to his side. "A toast..for me....V-Vash the Stampede..." His lips began trembling a bit, and you glanced at him, worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing..everything's great! How did I get so lucky??" Tears were quick to fall from his eyes, which he tried rubbing away before chugging more of his drink, looking to you with a sniffle. "You're so good to me, [y/n]..almost too good..you care so much and...you're the reason I believe in love and peace!"

"Awh, you're such a sap." You chuckled, forgetting that his emotions were dialed up to 11 at this point (then again, they were almost all the time). Reaching a hand up, you tousled with his spiky hair a bit. "You deserve this. We both needed this break."

"I know...can we toast just to us, mayfly?"

Without waiting for your response, he clinked his glass to yours. And you simply smiled back and took a big swig of your drink, feeling the alcohol burning your throat.

But you didn't care.

It was only a matter of time before it kicked into your system.

............

"Vaaaaaash!!"

"Yeeees?"

"Did I ever tell you..wha...what a good, strong, and handsome man you are?" You tilted your head, looking up into the puppy-dog eyes of your boyfriend, who was now just as wasted as you were at this moment.

It was fine, though. The twin suns will rise again tomorrow and it'll be just another day in Gunsmoke, on the run in the hot desert.

You could afford to let loose for one night.

"Yah really think so?"

"Oh, I know so...and I'm gonna tell everyone here allllllll about it. But first.." You moved out of your seat, and at first Vash assumed that you were trying to climb onto the table again to do another toast-

Until you instead climbed into his lap.

He froze up, a small squeak of surprise leaving his lips. Even now, he wasn't used to this kind of closeness..although he welcomed it nonetheless as you wrapped your arms around the tall man, noticing how red his face was turning.

"You're so cute when you make those noises. I wonder what other sounds I could extract outta you, hmm~?" As your index finger lightly tickled the area under his chin, he couldn't help but giggle, hugging you tightly to ensure you stayed on his lap.

He wouldn't mind being like this forever.

"C'monnnn, you're such a tease."

"And you're such a sweetheart. Always protecting me, preaching about love and peace...and not takin' shit from anybody. God, you're so hot for that. We need more men like you in the world."

"But you already got a man like me, mayfly..." He pouted.

"I know. Aren't I blessed? You damn angel." Laughing softly, your hand rose up to his cheek, and he seemed to know exactly what you wanted, as he crashed his lips into yours mere milliseconds later.

It was a sloppy kiss: long, messy and uncoordinated, hands becoming entangled in each other's hair....but that was quite alright.

He needed this. You needed this.

You couldn't help grinning as you overheard hollers and whistles from the other spectators, while your friends at the nearby table looked amused, grossed-out, and even a bit..embarrassed for you two. Yet they knew better than to interrupt.

Wolfwood, however, could only imagine the aftermath once the alcohol finally ran its course...

........

"M-My stomach still hurts--BLEAUUGH-!!"

"It's okay. Let it all out..I'm right here." Rubbing Vash's back up and down, you sheepishly looked to Wolfwood as your boyfriend was currently emptying the contents of his stomach into the bucket you've given him. "How has he not built up a tolerance to booze yet?"

"Beats me..but the misses didn't want him throwing up in the car. So let 'im stay there as long as he needs to." The priest brought a cigarette to his lips, a bit amused by the sight. "We'll be waitin' when you're both ready." He turned on his heel and headed back to where Meryl was filling the van's tank.

You sighed, only to hear Vash sigh even deeper as he finished puking his guts out. He looked up at you, wiping the saliva from his chin with a tired smile. "S-Sorry about this. Guess I had more than I could handle...again."

"That's okay." You took the bucket, pushing it somewhere out of both your sights. "I know you'd do the same for me."

"True, but with bedrest and medication...i-if we could find and afford it, obviously." His gaze flickered to the still-lively bar, frowning a bit. "Part of me's gonna miss this town..I doubt the next one will be just as inviting. But I gotta have some hope, right? There's a lot more good people out there, I know it."

"It's a big planet, so we'll see." You shrugged, grasping his hand and making his attention snap back to you. "I'll be sure to tell them how strong and handsome my darling Vash is, too~" With a wink, you had the man swooning again, as he shifted closer to you.

"You sure you're not drunk?" His eyes squinted with suspicion.

"Drunk or not, everything I say about you is true. And one day, I want you to believe those things about yourself."

"[Y/n]..."

"If anyone dares talk about your bounty, I'll tell them to shove it."

"I-I'd rather have you not-"

"Nobody--and I mean nobody--can put a price on your head. Not even 60 billion double dollars. Because you're worth everything to me."

"...a-are you flirting or trying to make me cry again?" Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes. "Because it's working.."

You huffed lightly, smiling as you patted his cheek. "As long as those are happy tears, angel. You ready to go? You won't get carsick?"

"I won't!" Vash jumped to his feet the same time you stood up, still holding your hand as you led him to the van, following you like the loyal dog he was.

You're grateful the toast at the bar put him in good spirits...and that he was still blushing over your drunken kisses and words of affirmation.

Even though his own gut had to suffer the consequences for a little while, it was all worth it.

[boyfhee]

JAKE BF HEADCANONS

g fluff w kissing if that counts, very slightly suggestive fem reader wc 1.2k note calling my jaketuals requested

rewind to when you guys are just friends, he still has your standards raised to the heaven

your friends ask why you don't have a crush and you're like, i have sim jaeyun, and it has it's own pros and cons because half of the time, people assume you two are dating

the other half, it's you wishing you two were dating

basically, he's prefect!!!! always texts you good morning and good night, reminds you to drink water and take care of yourself. if you're sick or unwell, he's at your door with your favourite snacks before you even know it

AND IT ONLY GETS WORSE WHEN YOU TWO START DATING!!!!! the clingiest boyfriend ever, and he's so sweet, always greets you with kisses and hugs

he PANICS when you get sick like nurse more : on

you have to force him to stop kissing you because you don't want him to get sick as well and he gets so pouty ?? he's sulking at you from a distance

still ends up kissing you and says you two are meant to be when you both get sick together with the most lovesick smile ( insert a sneeze )

BACK HUGS, he always sneaks up and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting kisses on your cheeks, all the way down to your neck

melts when you giggle as he does that :‹ your voice is music to his ears and you laughter is soty ( his words, not mine ) does silly things to make you laugh especially when you're feeling down because if you're sad then he's sad :(

you guys will have to cuddle at least twice a day it's an unwritten rule. he says every second not spent with you poses harm to his health

but in reality, he just likes having you close to him, nuzzling his face in your neck and shoulders, brushing his lips against your skin while his hands are caressing your waist

whispers compliments to you when you both cuddle :›

“you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen,” “i'm so lucky to have to, angel” “god, you're so perfect, i want to kiss you all over”

he's so crazy about you. . .like even jay knows how you like your drinks and your go to order at your favourite cafe :/ basically jake talks about you 24/7 to his members like a madman

LITERALLY SULKS WHEN HE MISSES YOU!!!! like catch him lying lazily on the couch with a frown, looking at his phone screen because he didn't get to talk to your before the stage

but when you face time him, he literally goes :D like the brightest smile ever on his face ㅠㅠ you're his good luck charm!!!!

when you visit their practice, he sneaks out with you to hangout but everyone knows you two are probably making out in a corner or something

hands on your thighs whenever you're sitting next to him, especially when he's driving

you end up on his lap and god, he loves to kiss your neck when you're on his lap

talking about kisses and making out. . .he gets so flustered when his lips get stained by your lipstick

LIKE CATCH HIM BLUSHING??? but also he teases you and tries to play it cool

“aw, look at you jake, you’re blushing,” “so what, huh? you were even redder when i was kissing you,” “pretty sure i can get those reactions out of you again, angel,”

sharing earphones with jake is a love language and you both just smile at each other with your hands intertwined together listening to your shared playlist

one would think he likes searching up new songs out of his profession but actually, it's because he wants to find songs that you would like, would try out new genres especially the one that fit your taste and gets so smiley when you tell him that you liked one of the songs he recommended

like you actually like the song he recommended??? you're adding it to your fav songs playlist??? he's getting on his knees and proposing

sometimes, he even sends you the samples of the group's upcoming songs knowing he's legally not allowed to do so

KISS SELFIES omfg jake has crazy mirror selfies but the kiss selfies especially the mirror ones are the craziest

hates to be away from you so when he's on trip, catching him text you all day

“the sky reminds me of you today,” [ attachment : one image of the sky with silly doodles ] “i miss you, my love,” “next time, you’re coming on the tour with us,”

gets kinda insane. . .like the withdrawal symptoms are getting to him

once again, his members are tired of him talking about you

like sunoo is asking which cap he should get and jake is looking at him with the :o face, holding to bucket hats asking which one would look better on you

their opinion doesn't matter because gets both of them, he just likes buying gifts for you, no matter how big or small they are

you may or may not know this but jake takes so many candid pictures of you, and most of them are when you're snuggling into him while sleeping, or busy cooking something or when you're watching your favourite tv so ever so attentively

has a quarter life crisis every three to five business while picking which pic of yours should go as his wallpaper next because you look gorgeous in all of them

calls you layla's mom and of course he's layla's dad so you both are married and parents, or so he says

jake has his whole life planned with you like that man is more delusional than you think, but it's also because he sees you at every single point in his future, he's more than sure about the two of you

ALSO he wakes you up in the cutest way

like forehead and cheek kisses while he pulls you closer, whispering the sweetest good morning to you ( you are NOT waking up lmfao )

knows cuddling you while trying to wake up is going to make you sleep more but he can't help it, you look too cute for him to not cuddle with you early in the morning

helps you make breakfast, it's like a tradition to cook together, and then he feeds you as an excuse for you to taste his dishes

when he's feeling a little flirty he will cage you between his arms, against the counter and will lean in really close— but he doesn't kiss you. you can feel his warm breath on your lips and you can feel his lips brush ever so softly against yours but he does not kiss you

and when he does, the breakfast is long forgotten— because you're sitting on the counter with him standing between your legs and his hands on your waist, he's kissing you like you're going to disappear the next minute, savouring every single feeling

basically, kisses with jake start as fluttering giggles and soft traces of his lips against yours but they leave you breathless in just a few minutes

sends you random videos and memes, also when you two are watching the same dramas, he texts you his live reactions

“omfg i need them to get together” “they’re so cute . me and who,” “THYE KISSED OHMYGODSDSKJFH IM CROYGIN OTP FR” “now i want to kiss you too im coming over,”

IM TELLING YOU aquarium dates are his favourites

gets so giddy looking at the fishes, but he's mostly staring at you and enjoying your reactions

buys promise rings on your first anniversary and loves staring at your ring when you two are holding hands

also kisses your hands especially above your ring, he just can't believe he gets to call you his

listens to you so attentively and tucks your hair behind your ear because it's distracting, and goes '???' when you get flustered and pause all of a sudden

you have his all his pcs and enhypen's signed albums because gf privileges with jake are real

one time, you were lucky enough to get a fan call with him and boy spend the whole time professing his love to you

overall an outstanding bf, highly recommended

[msriri030]

Underground Devil

Adam x reader, heavenly apocalypse au, oneshot?

Disclaimer: murder, slightly heated scene, fighting

Masterlist

The Baptism of the Red Sea.

That was the day the Angels arrived.

Throughout human history, angels had been seen as celestial beings—pure, untarnished by sin. So when they filled the sky, humanity rejoiced. Some stretched out their hands, desperate to touch a fragment of heaven, while others offered baskets of fresh food, gifts for their divine visitors.

Everyone believed the angels had come to end humanity’s suffering.

It was a selfish thought. A human thought. A desperate wish.

Because if they had known the truth—if they had understood what angels really consumed—they would have run.

The Lord’s gospel, they called it.

Angels had come for only one purpose.

To extinguish the human race.

The air, once filled with cheers, became a sea of screams. People trampled friends and family in blind panic, scrambling to escape as angels descended upon them, their holy radiance dripping with human blood. Flesh was torn from bone. Streets ran red.

The ones who survived?

They fled underground, sentenced to a life in the shadows.

Because the surface belonged to the angels now.

And they…

They became the hunted.

But humans couldn’t survive completely underground. Resources dwindled, air grew stale, and no matter how well they hid, they still needed supplies.

That’s why the lottery was created.

Every few months, a group of “volunteers” were chosen—names pulled at random, their fates sealed in ink. Those selected had one job: go to the surface and scavenge for anything that could keep humanity alive. Medical supplies, building materials—if you were lucky, even non-perishable food like canned goods.

Most never returned.

And now, you were one of the unlucky chosen ones.

Night cloaked the ruined city as you moved with your group, a heavy backpack slung over your shoulders, heading back to base. The streets were graveyards of rusted cars and white feathers, their shattered windows like empty, staring eyes. You didn’t check inside. You didn’t want to know what rotted within.

Above, the skeletal remains of skyscrapers loomed, their broken silhouettes clawing at the sky. The wind whispered through the hollowed buildings, mingling with the pounding of your heartbeat.

Still, you kept moving.

Keep searching. But most of all—

You kept watching the sky, because you knew God’s messengers could be watching, too. Yet despite it all, you couldn’t help but admire the stars.

It was the one thing the angels hadn’t stolen.

Above the ruins of a broken world, the heavens stretched vast and untouched, glittering with cold, indifferent beauty. For a brief moment, you let yourself forget the dangers lurking in the darkness. The stars, distant and eternal, didn’t care about the blood-soaked earth below. Maybe that was why you found comfort in them.

"(Y/N)? Is everything alright?"

Magdalene’s voice was hushed, laced with concern. She was the last surviving member of your group—a friend you had made during your time on the surface. Short and lean, with red-dyed hair styled in short space buns that bounced as she walked, Magdalene carried a large gallon jug of clean water in her arms, shifting its weight as she glanced between you and the sky.

You offered a small, apologetic smile, falling into step beside her. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just… looking at the stars."

Her expression softened. "Oh," she murmured, her lips curving into a faint smile. "I guess that is comforting. It reminds me of how we couldn't see them before because of the light pollution. To be honest, when I was a shut-in, I thought I’d finally make friends one day, go shopping in the city, maybe even sing karaoke together… silly, huh?"

Her hazel, droopy eyes—framed by freckles dusting her tan cheeks—met yours for a fleeting moment before turning ahead.

"Not really. I would have loved to go with you, Maggie," you said, your smile widening as you spotted a decrepit mall up ahead. You recalled your Aunt Ruth’s ramblings about malls, remnants of a time when the surface was still full of life. It gave you an idea. "Why don’t we make it a reality?"

Before she could protest, you grabbed Magdalene’s arm, tugging her toward the mall entrance. A brief escape wouldn’t hurt—just a small indulgence in fantasy before you both resumed your journey home. Maybe you could even bring back a few memories with you.

Pushing open the rusted doors, you held them as Magdalene stepped inside.

If only you knew who was watching.

He watched, annoyed, from the old banking tower, playing with a stray kitten he had found. Today was supposed to be a rest day—no killing, no hunting—but then you had to show up. Worse still, you unknowingly brought Him with your scent. Saffron. So he couldn’t pretend he didn’t see you.

His dyed purple hair blew in the wind, stirred by the force of Saffron’s wings breaking before landing onto the platform. The white-haired man was something of a guardian—or perhaps more like his clean-up crew. He never quite understood why Saffron loved to devour human flesh. At least it meant he didn’t have corpses rotting everywhere, he supposed.

"Hello, Adam. Are you hunting those humans too?" Saffron asked, his glowing green eyes locking with Adam’s.

Adam glanced over his shoulder. "If so, I would be happy to join you, even though my wings are designed to be silent compared to yours."

He wasn’t wrong. Saffron’s white wings were long and broad, their pale blue primary feathers reminiscent of a hawk’s, built for soaring high above. Adam’s, on the other hand, were rounded, with soft, serrated feathers—perfect for gliding soundlessly behind any prey he chose.

Adam exhaled, pushing himself to his feet. "Alright. I’ll kill them for you—but stay here."

He stepped to the edge of the platform, spreading his black wings wide. The moonlight caught the silver shimmer woven into the feathers, making them glisten like liquid metal. Then, with a final glance back, he launched into flight.

Magdalene eyed the water jug nervously as she followed you deeper into the abandoned mall. Her gaze flickered around the darkened corridors, shadows stretching unnervingly across the cracked tile floors. "Are you sure we should be here, (Y/N)? Maybe we should keep moving—"

"Don’t worry," you reassured her, kicking an empty can across the floor. "This place connects to the underground railways. We can use them to get to the sanctuary. So, for now… let’s have some fun."

You came to a stop in front of a dusty clothing store display, its mannequins frozen in time, dressed in garments long untouched. A grin spread across your face as you turned to Magdalene. "Maybe we grab some new outfits? And if we’re really lucky, we might even find a working karaoke machine."

Magdalene hesitated beside you, her eyes catching on the glass storefront. The two of you stood side by side, your reflections aligning perfectly with the display behind it. Her breath hitched slightly as she imagined herself in a stunning white dress, Victorian lace trimming the collar and sleeves. Meanwhile, your reflection sported a sleek black suit with red accents—something sharp, something bold.

You watched the flicker of longing in her gaze and nudged her playfully. "What do you think, Magdalene? Just for a moment—indulge in a simple pleasure with me?"

She said nothing at first. Instead, she carefully set the water jug down, her fingers curling into fists. Then, without warning, she darted forward, scanning the debris-littered floor until she found a rusted bat.

With a wild grin, she gripped it tightly and swung.

Glass shattered on impact, the display window fracturing into a cascade of glittering shards. The sound echoed through the empty mall—sharp, defiant, exhilarating. Magdalene stood amidst the wreckage, chest rising and falling, the dim light catching the fire in her eyes.

And for the first time in a long time, she smiled—a real, unrestrained smile, bright and unburdened.

“Let’s!” she exclaimed.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you dropped your things, grabbing her hand and rushing into the store. Laughter filled the air as you both tore through the clothing racks, tossing garments into the air, daring each other to try on the most ridiculous outfits. The weight of survival, the looming specter of danger—it all faded, if only for a moment.

Eventually, you settled on a black sweater with devil horns on the hood, paired with black jeans and combat boots. As you adjusted your sleeves, you glanced toward the fitting room, waiting.

“Come on, Maggie. I wanna see—”

Your breath hitched when she finally stepped out.

Magdalene stood in the same white dress from the display, the Victorian lace softening her silhouette. Her hazel eyes shimmered under the dim mall lights, and in her hands, she held an imaginary microphone.

Then, without hesitation, she began to sing.

"I want you to stay'Til I'm in the grave'Til I rot away, dead and buried'Til I'm in the casket you carry."

Her voice wove through the abandoned store like a whisper from the past, haunting yet beautiful. When your eyes met, both of you burst into laughter—pure, unfiltered joy.

Magdalene plopped down beside you on the floor, resting her head against your shoulder. The light in her eyes dimmed slightly, sadness creeping in beneath the warmth.

“Thank you for everything, (Y/N),” she murmured. “This was the best day of my life…”

You smirked, exhaling softly. “Anything for you, Maggie.”

A beat of silence. Then, you sighed.

“Let’s head back?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

Magdalene and you gathered your things, still smiling, still holding onto the fleeting warmth of the moment. You reached for the rusted bat, turning to say something—

But then—

A shift in the air, unnatural and wrong.

Your breath caught in your throat as movement flickered in the hallway beyond the shattered display. Silhouettes, tall and eerily still, stood against the dim emergency lighting. Their shapes were almost human.

Almost.

Then, the black feathers.

Sleek, pristine, and dripping with something silver edge.

Your stomach twisted. Your grip on the bat tightened.

“Maggie, is that—”

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“An angel.”

The word felt heavier than it should have, soaked in fear and finality.

The moment of peace was over.

Adam stood before you, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a gaze so intense it felt like it could pierce straight through your soul. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, deafening in the heavy silence. Every instinct screamed at you to move—to run—but you couldn’t. You were frozen, trapped in his predatory stare.

A slow, deliberate smirk crept across his lips as he twirled a hunting knife between his fingers, the blade catching the dim light in hypnotic flashes. He always did love getting personal with his prey.

Then, without warning, he lunged.

The glinting steel arced toward you—

But before it could reach its mark, Magdalene yanked you back, her grip tight as she pulled you out of the way. Adam crashed hard into a rack of clothing, sending metal hangers clattering to the floor.

“RUN!” Magdalene’s voice snapped you back to reality.

Adrenaline surged through your veins as you grabbed her hand and bolted, your feet pounding against the tile. You barely had time to process what just happened before you found yourself sprinting toward the underground subway system—your only hope of escape. 

Adam wasn’t going to let you go that easily. His wings were relentless and fast, as he closed the distance with every stride. You and Magdalene sprinted, hearts pounding, but Adam was faster, his sheer presence a looming threat as he tore down the hallway after you.

The end of the corridor was near—just a few more steps, and you’d be at the staircase. But when you glanced over your shoulder, panic surged through you. Adam was almost upon Magdalene, his hand reaching out to grab her, to pull her into his grasp. Without thinking, your instincts kicked in.

You spun around and slammed into Magdalene, knocking her aside just in time to give her enough room to avoid Adam’s grasp. But as you moved out of way, the force sent you tumbling, and Adam’s body collided with you, shoving you both toward the end of the staircase. The momentum was too much. The bat you had been clutching fell from your hand with a loud clatter, skidding out of reach.

In an instant, Adam was upon you. His grip was unyielding, an iron vice that clamped onto your shoulder and wrenched you to the ground with terrifying ease. The impact stole the breath from your lungs, leaving you gasping as pain flared through your body. Before you could react, the cold bite of steel sliced through flesh—a sharp, searing agony that ignited in your shoulder as the blade buried itself deep.

A strangled scream tore from your throat, raw and rugged with pain. The world around you blurred, your vision tunneling into the suffocating haze of agony. Above you, Adam loomed, his twisted smile stretched wide in satisfaction, his golden eyes gleaming with something dark, something insatiable. A predator, savoring the moment before the final blow.

But then—movement.

A shadow flickered just beyond Adam’s shoulder. Your gaze darted to Magdalene. She moved with a silent, deliberate grace, staying just out of his peripheral vision. The dim light glinted off the metal bat in her grasp as she crept closer, her fingers tightening around the handle.

Your breath hitched. Adam, perceptive as ever, noticed. His smirk faltered, suspicion flashing across his face as his eyes narrowed. He followed your gaze, beginning to turn—

You had no time to think.

With a desperate burst of energy, you yanked him down, your fingers tangling into his hair as you crashed your lips against his.

For a heartbeat, his entire body stiffened, wings flaring in sharp, startle reflex. His grip on the knife faltered, just slightly, just enough.

Then, like a dam breaking, something inside him cracked.

His body melted into yours, the rigid lines of control dissolving into something heated, something frantic. His lips moved against yours—hesitant at first, unsure, but quickly growing hungry. Desperate. He let out a low, needy groan, his breath hot against your skin. His fingers twitched at your sides, as if resisting the urge to pull you closer.

His inexperience was obvious—the way his lips parted against yours, searching, unsure but eager. The way he let himself lean into you, pressing closer, needing more. It was intoxicating, the way he surrendered without even realizing it.

Oh. This angel was probably a virgin.

Finally, you let him go.

Adam gasped, staggering back as if the kiss had stolen the air from his lungs. His chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, his usually sharp, calculating expression utterly undone. His golden eyes, wide and unfocused, stared at you with something raw—something almost reverent.

His lips were slightly parted, still tingling from the contact, as if he wasn’t entirely sure what had just happened. His wings twitched behind him, feathers ruffled and disheveled. A deep, rosy flush spread across his cheeks, creeping down his neck, a stark contrast against his usual composed demeanor.he finally breathed, his voice hoarse, dazed,

“What… what was—” 

Slam!

The sickening crack of wood against bone echoed through the night as Magdalene swung the bat with every ounce of strength she had. The impact sent a violent tremor through Adam’s body, his wings flaring wide in a stunned reflex before they crumpled uselessly against him.

A sharp, strangled grunt tore from his throat as the force of the blow sent him toppling off you. He hit the ground hard, his hands flying to the back of his head where Magdalene’s bat had struck. His fingers trembled, gripping at the point of impact, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

You didn’t hesitate. Ignoring the searing pain radiating from your shoulder wound, you scrambled to your feet. Magdalene grabbed your arm, and together, you bolted toward the entrance of the underground station. The city lights ahead where a beacon of salvation, the cold, sterile glow of the station promising safety.

But Adam wasn’t finished.

With an enraged snarl, his wings unfurled with a powerful snap, propelling him forward at an inhuman speed. The rush of air behind you sent a chill through your spine. He was gaining on you—fast.

You reached the station entrance first, barreling inside just as Magdalene skidded to a stop behind you. Relief surged through you—until you noticed the look in her eyes.

She was smiling.

Something was wrong.

Then, like ice flooding your veins, the realization struck—you weren’t safe yet. The underground station had an emergency gate. A heavy steel door that could be locked from the outside.

Your stomach dropped.

“Magdalene—” You turned to stop her, reaching out desperately, but it was too late.

Adam’s dark silhouette loomed behind her, his towering presence swallowing the dim light of the entrance.

With one final glance at you—something unreadable flickering in her eyes, something fierce and unwavering—Magdalene slammed her hand against the emergency button.

A deafening clunk rang out as the steel gate groaned to life, sliding into place with an unyielding finality.

“No—Magdalene!” You screamed her name, panic clawing at your throat as you lunged for the gate, your fingers grasping at cold steel. But it was done. She was on the other side.

Trapped with him.

A scream tore through the air, raw and filled with agony.

“Magdalene! You sadistic bastard!” Her voice cut through the heavy silence, followed by a sickening tear. The unmistakable sound of flesh being ripped open.

You stumbled back as something warm splattered against the floor beneath the gate. Your breath hitched. Blood. A smear of red spread across the pristine white tiles, seeping under the barrier that now separated you from the horror on the other side.

Your chest tightened, a sob wrenching itself from your throat as you slammed your fists against the steel. No, no, no—

“Magdalene!” Your voice was hoarse, desperate, but there was no answer. Just the wet drip of something pooling.

Then—silence.

A cruel, suffocating silence that made your stomach churn.

Knock. Knock.

The sound was slow, deliberate.

You froze, your blood turning to ice as a voice slithered through the cracks of the door.

“Little devil… are you there?” Adam’s voice was sickeningly sweet, mockingly gentle. “Don’t cry now. It won’t be long before I find a way in…”

A pause. A soft, wet squelch.

“…And when I do, you’ll join her.”

Your breath shuddered, your body screaming at you to move, to run.

You hesitated for only a second before you spun on your heel, sprinting down the underground corridor toward the only safe place left—the hideout.

But even as you ran, Adam’s voice lingered, curling around you like a promise.

A guarantee.

On the other hand, Adam—no, his body—was screaming at him to make you his.

His breath came in ragged pants, his chest rising and falling with an unfamiliar, maddening heat. His mind was a haze, clouded by the remnants of your touch, the ghost of your lips still lingering like a brand against his skin.

A sinful moment. A taunt to his purity.

He clenched his jaw, his fingers twitching as he gripped the hilt of his blade. This is wrong. You were a temptation, a wicked, intoxicating curse wrapped in human skin. His wings trembled, caught between instinct and restraint.

The only way to cleanse himself of this corruption—this unbearable, tormenting desire—was to end you.

To kill you like the devil you were. Or at least, to have you all to himself.

[merakiui]

I know it's not about them but I just read the Halloweenie details you shared (I'M SO EXCITED FOR IT I KNOW IT'LL BE FANTASTIC!!!!) and I just. Fellow and Giddyyy 😭😭😭 my sillies! everytime you mentioned them I giggled.... Boss Fellow is such a yummy concept to me and also him having a soft spot for the kiddos,,,,,, he's such a dad. And gidel !!! My son, the best matchmaker out there, I can just picture him doing the heart chart jfdnfdjdj he's so cute, Fellow's so lucky actually because pursuing anyone would be so easy if he uses Gidel as the secret ultimate weapon. You just can't say no to that cute kid so me personally I'd very happily go out with his dad big bro and anything the lil boy asks me to-

I adore them both... sorry Skully this is about you but I just got distracted 😔

>w< hehehe I love Fellow and Gidel's roles in Halloweenie!!! They're so beloved!!

The entire cast is so found (work) family!!! Fellow sort of watched those kids grow up and go through character development (Rollo and Reader started working there when they were 18 and Skully when he was 15). Those are his liabilities (affectionate). Just don't let those three know he cares so much, otherwise they will exploit him with this new knowledge. I just love the idea of Fellow having a soft spot for them. Yes, they all get on his nerves sometimes. Yes, it feels like looking after a group of rowdy kids. But they're all so obviously troubled, and the Halloween store is kind of like their home away from home. It's comforting for their group of misfits, and Fellow looks out for them in his own ways. <3

But also,, they're all schemers who learned from the best (bad influence). Fellow is like "my goodness, who taught these dependable scholars such deceitful manners?!" And then seconds later he's like "oh, wait. I did! :D" the greatest life skill is being an actor, he'll tell you. Fake it until you make it. You never know how honest (lol) that advice of his is. I just love the idea that Fellow taught you how to get better at blending your eyeshadow and other makeup looks just as he helped Skully to feel more comfortable and confident being himself.

Fellow is going to give all of them the opportunity to make mistakes and learn in his shop. To be the mentor to them that he needed when he was growing up,, if that makes sense. Like when he teaches Gidel the alphabet and how to write out the letters in his card.

And Gidel!!! He adores you, Rollo, and Skully. Those are his friends!!! :D and Fellow's pleased to see everyone getting along with him. The heart chart is so silly,,, I can imagine Gidel pretending to scrutinize it and Skully is on the edge of his seat like: "omg omg!! What does it mean, Gidel?!" And he fanboys when Gidel colors it in just a little bit more. ✨ progress ✨

Fellow really does have the upper hand if he's pursuing a darling who has a soft spot for children and loves to care for them!! He can play the role of single dad or big brother who has to take on a fatherly role because it's just him and Gidel, and you'll immediately sympathize and want to help out. Fellow gets a darling and Gidel gets another big sibling/parental figure. >:D all according to plan.

[snekatiemainy]

I wish we saw more of Antony and Hazel interacting because like. We saw it a bit in rattleconda racers but I feel like there's a lot you can do with their parallels that could be a bit explored more.

Hazel's life has just been turned upside down, she's in a new place with new people and without her older brother who is her rock and as she said her best friend. It suddenly feels like everything is out of her control and she's forced to navigate this new scary world. She's forced to make new friends which is hard, and try to find comfort without the person she knows the most.

As someone in college right now, going off on my own was one of the scariest things I did in my life. I'm living on my own, with someone I've only ever talked to twice before, without my parents support, without any of my high school friends, and I'm thrown into the deep end with something I've never experienced before.

Every time Antony goes on his little rant at the end of the episode, I can't help but think HE IS SO ME.

"Well, it is different! And you're not the only one going through it!" He then talks about eating in a cafeteria, a roommate who snores, not being able to ask someone out. Which all seem like silly superficial things at first glance but... it IS different. He's eating away from home (where the Wells eating family meals together), sleeping away from home, he has none of the same support he used to be. (And consider for a moment the idea that when he comes home to visit, its not the home he grew up in. The people are what matters, but doesn't that feel different too?)

When you're freshly 18 and have never been so far from home for so long, it's all new and overwhelming. The first few weeks of college before I finally settled in and found a group of good people were some of the worst weeks ever. And even after that I regularly struggled with being away from my parents, my pets, my friends, my own private space (and I too had a roommate who snored lol). I can't help but sympathize so hard with Antony because I get it!!

Idk. I just wish they kind of drew on that a lot more. Because Hazel and Antony are soso alike- they're in wildly new situations they have to learn to navigate, and while they're each lucky enough to get new friends and a strong support system through them, that doesn't mean it's easy. And yes, it's all different, and likely will never be the same. But that's okay

[the-forsaken-bell-tolls]

"Let the flames take you."

Welcome to your own personal Hell.

Spawn won't save you. It's the reason you're here.

And you can forget those Devs. They care not for you anymore. No more sword slashes to evade danger. No dispensers to heal your wounds.

Be on the lookout for eyes. Flaming sigils on the ground. And, of course, a sword conveniently thrown your way while you're grouped up.

Three names are feared, in this place. And lucky you, you've found an outlet to speak with one of them.

Tease her, torment her, make her suffer or falter.

Daisy Bell is yours to pester.

- OOC NAVI -

Greetings, one and all! Phantom here, of @building-starlight and @splatting-stampede infamy! If you follow the first of the aforementioned blogs, you know what this is!

Daisy Bell- or, Avarice- is an OC originally made for Block Tales. Over time, she has developed into a rounded OC and been thrown into two other games; The Robloxia: Until Dawn, and Forsaken.

This blog is dedicated to an AU of Avarice for Forsaken in particular: Fates Inverted, an AU made in collaboration with the absolutely wonderful @fandomandangstlover! You can find Daisy Bell's informational post here.

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[youngsadlesbian]

SECRET KEEPER — marlene mckinnon.

pairing: marlene mckinnon x reader

summary: marlene is receiving little notes daily and tries in vain to discover who it is. until she starts to suspect one person: you.

a/n: i've discovered that i love writing these silly and cute things. i'm a hopeless romantic and I love cheesy stuff, sorry. hope u like it!

word count: 1,3k

warnings: none, just fluff and cheesy stuff.

Every morning, Marlene McKinnon received a small, neatly folded piece of parchment carried by an unfamiliar owl. This routine started a month ago, and the notes were always waiting for her at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. At first, it was a curious occurrence, but soon it became the highlight of everyone's breakfast.

"Look, it's Marlene's mystery admirer again!" Sirius Black exclaimed one morning, waving the small parchment in the air.

James Potter laughed. "Must be someone with excellent taste."

Lily Evans nudged Marlene playfully. "Open it! Let's see what today's says."

Marlene blushed but smiled as she unfolded the note. Her friends crowded around, eagerly awaiting the latest declaration of love.

Dear Marlene,

Your smile is the sunshine that brightens my day. I hope today is as wonderful as you are.

Yours,

Secret Keeper

"Aw, how sweet!" Mary Macdonald cooed.

"More like cheesy," Dorcas Meadowes added with a smirk. "But still, who could resist such devotion?"

Marlene laughed along with her friends, but a small part of her wondered who could be sending these notes. At first, she suspected Sirius—always the prankster—but he denied it vehemently.

"I swear, Marls, it's not me," he said with a grin. "Though I wish I'd thought of it first."

Determined to uncover her secret admirer, Marlene began to pay closer attention to the notes. She noticed the handwriting was neat and elegant, unlike anything she'd seen before. She tried to match it with her classmates' writing in their homework assignments, but it was no use.

One day, after receiving a particularly heartfelt note, she decided to consult her friends.

Dear Marlene,

The way you care for others is truly inspiring. I find myself thinking about you constantly. How can one person be so wonderful?

Yours,

Secret Keeper

"Okay, everyone," Marlene said, gathering the group in the common room. "I need your help. We need to figure out who this is."

James rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Have you noticed any patterns? Like, does the owl come at the same time every day?"

"It usually arrives right before breakfast," Marlene replied. "But I've never seen that owl anywhere else."

Lily suggested, "Maybe we should stake out the Great Hall in the morning. If we catch the owl arriving, we might be able to follow it back to its owner."

The next morning, Marlene and her friends woke up extra early and positioned themselves discreetly around the Great Hall. They watched as the unfamiliar owl swooped in and delivered the note to Marlene's usual spot.

"There it is!" Peter Pettigrew whispered excitedly.

"Follow it!" James urged, but the owl was too quick, disappearing out a window before they could react.

Sirius groaned. "This is hopeless. Whoever it is, they're good at keeping their secret."

But Marlene wasn't ready to give up. She started keeping the notes in a special box, reading and re-reading them, looking for any clues. The messages grew more personal and heartfelt, making her heart flutter each time she opened one.

Dear Marlene,

I saw you helping that first-year today. Your kindness knows no bounds. You have a heart of gold, and I'm lucky to have the chance to admire you, even from afar.

Yours,

Secret Keeper

One evening, as Marlene was organizing her notes, she noticed something peculiar. The ink on one of the letters had a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer. She remembered seeing a similar ink in your potions homework.

Her heart raced as she pieced it together. Could it be you? The idea seemed ludicrous, but the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. The careful words, the heartfelt compliments—it all fit.

She decided to test her theory. The next day, she wrote a note of her own and handed it to the mysterious owl when it arrived.

Dear Secret Keeper,

I think I know who you are. Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at midnight with all the notes you've written. I'll bring mine.

Yours,

Marlene

At midnight, you stood nervously at the top of the Astronomy Tower, clutching the box of notes you'd written to Marlene. You had no idea what to expect. What if she was angry? Or worse, what if she laughed at you?

You heard footsteps and turned to see Marlene approaching, a similar box in her hands.

"Marlene," you began, your voice shaky. "I didn't mean to—"

She smiled softly. "It's okay. I think it's sweet, Y/N."

You blinked, stunned. "You... you do?"

Marlene nodded. "Yes. And, well, I have something to show you."

She handed you her box of notes. You opened it to find... notes exactly like yours.

Dear Y/N,

I've watched you from afar, admiring your bravery and kindness. I never had the courage to tell you in person, but I think you're amazing.

Yours,

Your Secret Admirer

You looked up, tears in your eyes. "Marlene, you wrote these?"

She nodded, her own eyes misty. "Yes, and I never thought you'd feel the same way.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you both moved closer, and before you knew it, your lips met in a sweet, tender kiss.

"I guess we've both been a little silly," Marlene whispered, pulling back slightly.

"Yeah," you agreed, smiling. "But I'm glad we finally figured it out."

The following morning, you both decided to share the news with your friends. As you walked into the Great Hall together, hand in hand, the Marauders, Lily, Dorcas, and Mary looked up in surprise.

Sirius was the first to speak. "Well, well, well! Look who finally figured it out!"

James grinned. "About time, you two!"

Lily clapped her hands excitedly. "This is wonderful! I'm so happy for you both!"

Dorcas and Mary exchanged knowing looks. "We had our suspicions," Dorcas said with a wink.

Mary added, "But seeing it happen is even better."

Marlene laughed, feeling lighter than she had in weeks. "Thanks, everyone. It means a lot to us."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "And to think, it all started with those notes."

Despite now being open about your relationship, the notes didn't stop. Instead, they evolved into little reminders of your growing affection for each other. Every morning, there was a new note waiting at the breakfast table, filled with sweet words and playful banter.

Dear Marlene,

I can't wait to spend the day with you. Your laugh is the best part of my day.

Love, Secret Keeper

Dear Secret Keeper,

You make every moment magical. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you.

Love, Marlene

These notes became cherished keepsakes, each one a testament to your blossoming relationship.

A few weeks later, you and Marlene decided to take a trip to Hogsmeade together. It was your first official date, and you were both excited. As you strolled through the village, hand in hand, you couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and contentment.

You visited Honeydukes, where Marlene insisted on buying you your favorite sweets. Then, you went to Zonko's, where you both laughed at the various prank items, imagining the chaos they could cause at Hogwarts. Finally, you ended up at The Three Broomsticks, sharing a cozy corner booth and sipping on butterbeer.

"This has been the best day," Marlene said, smiling at you over her mug.

You nodded, feeling your heart swell with happiness. "I agree. I never want it to end."

Marlene reached across the table, taking your hand in hers. "It doesn't have to. We've got so much to look forward to."

That night, you found yourselves back at the Astronomy Tower, reminiscing about the night everything changed. The stars above twinkled brightly, and the cool breeze rustled through the trees.

"I think this is my favorite place now," Marlene said softly, leaning against you.

You wrapped your arm around her, pulling her close. "Mine too. It's where we started."

Marlene looked up at you, her eyes shining with love. "I can't wait to see where we go from here."

You smiled, leaning down to kiss her gently. "Me too, Lenie. Me too."

As you held each other under the stars, you knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together. And with every note, every laugh, and every shared moment, you fell even more in love.

[604to647]

Safest with You (Ch. 11 - The Poker Game)

5.9K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din hosts a poker game and invites you and your friends; the meeting of friends prompts a discussion about the status of your relationship.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), new-ish established relationship, dirty talk and teasing, mentions of infidelity (not Din), reader gets in her own head a bit (some anxiety), pet names as usual (Pretty bird, pretty girl, baby, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and Din can pick her up.

A/N: Please kindly suspend your disbelief and allow me to write Poe Dameron as Boba Fett’s son 😂😂😂 Like, when I thought of a roguish, charming, sh*t disturber son of a mob boss, Oscar Isaac’s delicious face just came to mind 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'm going to level with you, I wasn't a big fan of Poe in the Sequel trilogy - too much fly boy/fuck boi energy for me, and that's kind of how I'm writing him here. I'm sorry, Poe-lovers, please don't come after me! (For the record, I *am* a big fan of OI!)

I ran a poll on WIP Wednesday asking asking if there was a preference to separate the smut at the end this chapter into its own post. I told myself that if even one person answered that they wanted it separate, then I would do that; it's easy enough to click on the link at the end of the chapter to take you to the smut if you so choose! I hope no one is disappointed that the storyline is moving in the direction where smut will be a regular addition to the chapters - but if that's not your bag, I totally understand! I'm sorry if you need to go and am so thankful that you've read along to this point 😘😘😘

Series Masterlist

In the following weeks, you and Din fall into a comfortable rhythm and easily slot each other into your busy lives.

Your nightly dog walks resume and on most week nights Din tries to stay at your apartment, with you working late more often than not and it being closer to your office.  He’s becoming a familiar face to your work colleagues, bringing you (and often them as well) dinner as an easy and welcomed excuse to see you.  Some days he’ll just join you for a lunch trip to your favourite sandwich shop and the two of you will have a quick picnic outside your office building if the weather is warm enough.  Weekends are for long, lazy dates that span the entire day, rolling into romantic dinners that have you and Din eating your way across the city.  It’s so easy being with Din; the conversation never stops, the sex is brain meltingly good, and he never ceases to make you feel adored.  If anyone were to ask, you were the smartest, funniest, most beautiful woman on this planet and Din would readily unretire his boxing gloves if anyone dared to disagree.  Every moment with Din makes you giddy; not only is this bear of a man actually a secret softie, he’s also goofy and funny, and lucky for you, his new favourite pastime is to make you laugh.  

One night over dinner, you mention in passing that you love the arm waving tube men outside of used car dealerships (actually, you don’t know what they’re called, so you did a sort of arm flail with both your arms above your head and Din almost died laughing).  The following Saturday, you arrive at the gym in the afternoon to find that Din has rented two tube men and they’re bending, blowing this way and that, arms flying and rippling from the force of the air being blown from the fan units in their base.  You join a large group of onlookers in front of the gym, mostly children, laughing and watching with amusement as the silly attention-grabbing gimmick brings you pure unadulterated joy for a good 10 minutes.  After going in, you find Din folding some towels next to the boxing ring and you launch yourself at him directly, too full of laughter and delight to care who sees.  “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you murmur against his lips, unable to stop smiling.  Din picks you up so you can wrap your legs around him, not caring who sees either; he wants everyone at the gym to know whose girl you are.  Feeling your big smile against his mouth before seeing it, he grins, “You’re welcome, pretty bird.” 

“Are they a permanent feature?”

“Unfortunately, no.  Just for the weekend, then I have to give them back to the used car lot down the street, Watto’s.  Plus, people keep coming in asking if we’re having a special on memberships today,” he says with a groan.

Giggling, you slide down Din’s body and give him a long, deep kiss, one that will guarantee a fair bit of ribbing from the guys, before heading up to Din’s apartment via the gym’s second floor entrance.  Most of these indulgent weekends start at Din’s so he can stay close to work – you take to baking in Din’s apartment and bringing down treats for the patrons, which are generally very well received.  When you brought down ginger molasses cookies, Greef had jokingly scolded you saying his boxers shouldn’t have too many sweet treats as part of their training, before scarfing down two cookies, then swatting Jimmy’s hand away from the plate and pocketing three more.  You’re sure your offering the following weekend of high fibre raisin bran muffins were better for training regimens, but the enthusiasm for them seemed lower. 

Din’s place, the apartment and the gym as an extension, starts to feel more and more comfortable; a small collection of your things (books, toiletries) have migrated to his apartment, and you love that the familiar faces at Mando’s are starting to fold into your life as well.

The only small twinge of regret you have is that with all the time you're spending with Din, especially the time spent at his place, you’re not spending as much time with Al.  He’s more than welcomed at Din’s but you hadn’t wanted to uproot him too much, or impose too much on Din too quickly, so on the weekends Bea’s been coming by to walk Al and take care of him.  You miss your special guy, your long weekend walks and dog park events; as you cut the butter into your shortbread cookie dough in Din’s kitchen, you decide that you have to make more of an effort to make sure Al isn’t left out.

“Can you do me a favour?”

“Anything, pretty bird.”

“Do you think you might be able to hang out with Al tomorrow night?  I feel like he’s feeling a little neglected, and I don’t want to leave him alone.  I’d take him to Rory’s but her building has a weird no pets rule,” you pout a little as you scratch Al’s head with one hand while holding the phone to your ear with your other.

Without hesitation, Din agrees, “Sure, baby.  I’d love to have him over during poker night.  Guarantee he won’t feel lonely.”

“I’ll make some food for your poker night as a thank you!  And I’ll bring a dog bed too.  God knows I have a few to spare,” you chuckle as you scan your apartment to pick a bed to bring.

“No need, pretty bird.  I bought Al a dog bed for here already.”

“Of course you did,” you smile to yourself.  Thoughtful, thoughtful man.

And that’s how you find yourself with two big bags of food, an overnight bag each for yourself and a dog, and said dog in tow, looking up at the long flight of stairs leading up to Din’s apartment.  Luckily, you don’t have to wait very long before his thundering steps are heard and he comes to help you carry everything.  Once on the top landing, Din gingerly places everything on the ground before pulling you in close for the greeting you deserve.

“So… I’ve been thinking…” Din starts, almost shy, “Do you think your friends might like to come over and hang out here?  It won’t be a ‘girls’ night’ but there’s food and drinks and it might be fun for our friends to meet? …I mean, if you think it’s a good idea?”

Grinning at Din’s suggestion, you think outloud, “I mean, it’s not a bad idea… I’ll check with Rory and Bea, but what brought this on?”

Din answers by burying his face into your neck and nibbling on your earlobe, “Just like being with you, pretty bird.”

You relent easily, “Ok, but I’m warning you right now about playing with Rory, she’s going to take you all to the cleaner’s.”

“Good.  It’s been boring being the only one who wins money,” laughs Paz, who has suddenly appeared.  Giving Din a pointed look, “Hey, you know, the gentlemanly thing is to help the lady carry her bags inside,” before giving you a big bear side hug and greeting you with his new nickname for you (“Hey, Lil’ Lady.”) He picks up the food bags and heads in, passing Bo who’s on her way onto the landing to say hi.  For one reason or another, you haven’t seen her since Jimmy’s fight night; after a big hug, she looks at you with seriousness, “Thank god you’re back.  This one,” she jabs a thumb at Din, “was an unbearable grump while you were apart.  Please never leave us again.” She takes Al’s leash from you, and leads him inside the apartment; a second later you hear a raucous cheer of “Alfredo!!” followed by Al’s happy barks.

After setting out the food you brought (caprese sandwiches, sugar dusted mascarpone-blueberry turnovers, bruschetta) and putting what needs to be warmed in the oven (garlic knots, salmon-onion dip, turkey meatball pops), you text the girls and receive an enthusiastic response to the suggested change of plans.

Sitting on Din’s lap to give him the good news, you pass around the sandwiches to the delight of the players already seated at the big card table Din set out for the occasion.  You’re excited that the Mandos that are here tonight will get to meet some of your friends and you tell them so.

“Looking forward to it!  And… you get to meet Poe tonight,” says Koska, with an almost apologetic look.

“Who’s Poe?” you ask, curiously looking around at the facial expressions of the Mandos, ranging from eye rolling to what can only be described as shit eating grins.

Din explains, “He’s Boba’s son.”

“And you guys… like him?”

“We have to,” quips Paz, which is met with laughter from the group, “but we also do for real.  He’s just… a lot.”

Mayfeld chimes in, “He’s all about having good time; always trying to up the ante cause he’s got ‘My dad’s a big deal’ energy and always has.  Used to start shit for fun when we were in school cause he knew no one could do anything to him.”

“I remember it more like he would start trouble with that smart mouth of his, then one of us would have to finish it.”  Paz looks at you, “Used to be me and Din standing between him and a bloody nose, every damn time.”

Din appears to be a bit more forgiving of the past, “He’s calmed down a bit now… still has the smart mouth and a lot of energy, but blows off steam in more constructive ways… like poker instead of all night partying.  Which is like the rest of us, really…”

Jimmy reaches past you to grab a sandwich, “Yeah, the rest of you old timers…”

“What was that?”, Bo cocks an eye brow at the young boxer, who smartly pretends to be incredibly invested in selecting the right sandwich.

Wrapping his arms a little more tightly around your waist, Din draws soothing circles on your thigh with his fingers, “Don’t let Paz give you the wrong impression of Poe; he’s just bitter because he was always the one who ended up getting in trouble when someone wanted to kick Poe’s ass.”

Paz huffs, “Yeah, getting in trouble for defending him when he probably should have taken a pounding; kissing someone else’s girlfriend half the time.”

“Omigod” you giggle, as Paz puts Jimmy in a loose headlock; revenge for the “old timers” comment.

Woves pipes up, “Oh yeah, he’s still a shameless flirt.  Warn your friends.”

“Warn her friends?! Warn herself!” exclaims Koska.

“He’s mainly all talk though.  Lisa would slit him from balls to throat if she ever caught him cheating,” Woves explains, seemingly to you.

“Caught him again, you mean,” Koska grimaces.

“Oh shoot.  I forgot about that girl on the yacht.”

“I wasn’t even thinking about Fennec’s birthday party, but yeah she was pissed.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“Donut shop,” chime in Bo, Mayfeld, Din and Paz in unison.

“Lisa is his girlfriend?” you ask, unsure.

“His wife.  And the mother of his two beautiful kids.  They’ve been together since high school.  On and off, if you haven’t guessed already,” Bo looks embarrassed, even though she has no reason to.

Din hooks his chin over your shoulder and says gently, “That was in the past, though.  They’ve worked through it and he’s been good.”

“Nah.  I bet he just got good at not getting caught.  Always assume cheating until proven otherwise, is what I say,” pontificates Mayfield.

“And that, Mayfeld, is why you’re single,” snickers Woves.

“Right, and you’re beating them off with a stick,” counters Mayfield.  The group laughs, but you find yourself quiet.  You know the Mandos are just joking around and that they’ve all known eachother forever, but you can’t help but bristle a little at the casual way they talk about Poe’s past (and potential?) infidelity.  If the rest of the Mandos are anything like Din, you know they value loyalty and fealty, but did their sense of unwavering commitment not extend to partners?  You and Din haven’t officially discussed exclusivity; you had assumed that like you, Din wasn’t seeing anyone else – but maybe that wasn’t the case. 

You can feel yourself getting in your own head and before you can help yourself, an image of Din kissing someone else flashes before your eyes and your heart constricts painfully.  Sliding off of Din’s lap, you excuse yourself to go check on the food in the oven; you make to busy yourself with taking out and plating the food, but you can’t help it, the heart-breaking image has taken root in your mind.  You’re mad at yourself for spiraling so quickly over something created entirely by your own overactive imagination.  Yes, you haven’t confirmed your relationship status with Din, but he hasn’t given you any reason to give any weight to your sudden anxiety.   This stabbing pain in your chest is entirely of your own making and you feel so much embarrassment that you start to tear up a little bit, which makes it even worse.

You’re not sure how long you’re in the kitchen wallowing, but it must be a while because Din comes in looking for you, “Need any help, pretty bird?”

Turning away from him, you say quietly, “No, thank you though.  I should have everything out in a minute.”

And just like that, Din knows something is wrong; he makes sure you don’t have anything in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his nose right behind your ear and kissing your neck lovingly, “I’m here, baby.”

He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, even though he wants to know.  He doesn’t ask how he can help, even though he would do anything to make it better; he just wants you to know he’s there and that you can come to him on your terms.  You turn in his arms and bury your face into him, breathing in his soothing scent and instantly feeling calmer.  Face smooshed into his chest, you mumble, “Dhnn, dyoothkchhhteenisohhhk?”

Din chuckles, “Sorry, pretty bird, I don’t think I caught that.”

Leaning away slightly, but not making eye contact, you re-ask your somewhat loaded question in a quiet voice, “Din, do you think cheating is ok?”

Cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to meet his concerned eyes, Din says gently, “No, no, I don’t, sweetheart.  What brought this on?  Is it because we were talking about Poe?”

You sigh a small sigh, “I guess so.  You just seem to all be so… okay with his cheating history?  At least everyone talks about it so casually.  And I’m guessing you all know Lisa too… I feel so bad for her if everyone is talking about how her husband cheats like it’s so normal or something…”  You collect yourself and take a deep breath, “Din, actually, no, I’m sorry.  That’s being presumptuous.  You’ve all been friends forever and have so much shared history… I don’t mean to assume anything about your friendships.  I just… I didn’t know if the way Poe’s cheating seems to be no big deal… means that all cheating is no big deal.”

“I see,” considers Din.  He knows this is a serious topic and it obviously means a lot to you, but he can’t help but find your anxious state somewhat endearing, you aren’t usually so flustered and it makes him desperately want to scoop you up in his arms and soothe away your worries.    He bends down to give you a little peck on your lips before picking you up by your waist and placing you on a free space on the counter.  He doesn’t want you to be able to avoid eye contact with him when he answers, “Pretty bird, I don’t blame you for getting the wrong idea.  You’re right, we probably are too casual when we talk about Poe’s exploits.  It’s been going on forever, and he’s kind of like… a show that we get front row seats for?  Like a celebrity kind of?  We love him, and he give us something to talk about, but the way he lives is not the way we live.  He lives in a totally different world than the Mandos; when you’re the boss’ son, you play by different rules.”

You gaze reverently at Din as he so patiently and lovingly talks you down from your self created ledge and can’t help but let a little smile crack.

“Poe… well, you’ll see.  Poe is Poe.  Can’t be mad at him.  And sometimes that makes it seem like the shit he pulls isn’t that bad.  But, baby, for ourselves?  I promise you, no Mando has ever been a cheat.  It goes against everything we stand for; we don’t cheat each other, we don’t cheat the family, and we definitely don’t cheat in our relationships.  And I swear to you, baby – I never have and would never cheat.  Not on anyone, but definitely not you.”  Leaning in to alternate soft kisses to your lips, your neck, the corners of your mouth and your nose, Din’s voice gets low and husky, “Why would I want anyone else?  You’re my dream girl.  You make me laugh and smile.  You’re so sweet.  And the smartest.  You know how smart you are?  I’m obsessed with everything that comes out of that mouth.  I could listen to you talk about anything for hours.  Days.  And you’re beautiful, and kind, and you take care of me, and my friends.  Just look at how much effort you put in to the food for tonight when you didn’t have to even bring anything at all.  I’m so lucky.  Why would I ever want anyone else?”

“Oh Din,” you whisper, marveling at Din’s talent for saying all the perfect things; you had wound yourself up inexplicably tight, but he knew exactly how to calm you and pull you out of your dark place, “How do you always know what I need to hear to feel better?”

“It’s actually very easy, sweetheart.  All I need to do is tell you the truth,” murmurs Din, as he starts to deepen the kisses, “Actually, scratch that.  I lied a bit, I’m just obsessed with this mouth, period.  Love kissing this mouth.  Love when this mouth opens up for me.  How it feels pressed on my skin.  The way it takes my cock…”

“Oh fuck, Din-“

“…but the thing I love the most about this mouth is the sounds it makes when you come,” Din buries his face into your neck, nipping at your sensitive spots as you cross your ankles behind his back and pull him closer.

A round of raucous laughter from the poker table pulls you out of your arousal laden haze and away from Din, both of you panting lightly.  Looking in Din’s eyes and finding nothing but sincerity, you feel comfortable enough to broach the last of your overblown concerns, “Din, if you were seeing other people though, I couldn’t be mad, I guess.  It’s not like we’ve had any talks about exclusivity.”

At first, Din isn’t sure if you’re being serious, the idea so absurd to him.  But when he sees you start to chew your bottom lip nervously, he placates you, “Oh, pretty bird, I didn’t think we needed to have a talk about it.  I’ve been exclusively yours since I met you in the coffeeshop.  I was yours and only yours before I even knew your name, before I knew if I would ever see you again,” Din leans his forehead against yours and you can barely breathe from his romantic words.

When you sigh, relaxed, Din grins, “Feeling better, sweetheart?”  Looking up at him, your eyes bright, you smile and nod happily.  As he helps you hop down from the counter, you cheekily ask, “Don’t you want to ask if I’m seeing anyone else?”

Din stills, hands frozen where they were holding your waist not a moment ago, “Are you?”

Now you can’t help but be mischievous, “And if I were?”

Eyes darkening, Din reaches for you, “Baby, I-”

At that moment, your phone buzzes and you’re saved, “Oh!  Bea and Rory are downstairs!  I’m going to let them in!”  You grab a plate of garlic knots and practically flounce out of the kitchen, depositing the plate at the poker table before exiting the apartment.  You’re about halfway down the stairs when you hear the outside door being buzzed open, and see the smiling faces of your friends along with a the attractive face of a dark haired man you don’t recognize.

The man is chatting animatedly with Bea, his smile lighting up his whole face.  He is quite handsome, you admit – soft longish curls frame his face and he’s mainly clean cut with just a hint of a shadow, giving you a clear view of his chiseled jaw.  His lightly hooded eyes are bright and full of mirth, and his expression is currently so energetic he has a charming, almost boyish look about him. 

You wait for the trio on the second-floor landing; Rory spots you first (“Babe!!”) and rushes up the last few steps before enveloping you in a big hug, the bags in her hands full of clinking wine bottles.  You giggle and give her a big kiss on the cheek, “Is this overkill?” as you peek in her bags and find 7 bottles (2 Cabernet Sauvignons, 2 Sauvignon Blancs, 2 Beaujolais [that’s for you], and one bottle of Rosé).

Rory shrugs, “Didn’t know what everyone would like?”

“That’s why I brought tequila!  Everyone hates tequila!” quips the stranger, beaming widely.

“…and tequila hates everyone,” you smile and introduce yourself while pulling Bea in for a hug.

“Poe!  Poe Dameron!  You must be Din’s girl.  Must say, I can see what the fuss is all about,” he winks, “Guess it’s true what they say, beautiful girls only hang out with other beautiful girls.”

You’re so confused.  The line is so cheesy.  And you know about his flirting from the Mandos… but you’re not creeped out?  Apparently you and your friends are not immune to Poe’s famous charm and earnest brown eyes and you suddenly understand what Din meant when he said you just can’t be mad at Poe.

“Dameron!” comes a shout at the top of the stairs; it’s Paz, with a look of impatience on his face. Unless you’re Paz, you chuckle to yourself.

“Sorry, Heavy P! Got distracted, I mean, even you can’t blame me,” Poe flashes his winning smile again before angling out his elbows and offering up his arms for any willing woman to take.  Letting your friends have at it, you walk ahead and mouth to Paz as you get to the top, “Omigod.  Heavy P?!?”

Paz rolls his eyes and shakes his head (“Lil’ Lady, don’t.”) before muttering, “I swear to god,” and holding out his hands to take the wine from Rory and the bags of food from Bea (which you now realize that Poe notably did not offer to help carry).

You enter the apartment as a comical looking group: Paz laden down with bags that he carries directly to the kitchen (scowling), you looking amused (eyes wide with a kind of astonishment at the scene that just played out), then Poe bringing up the rear, making a grand entrance with a beautiful woman on each arm, grandstanding like a debutant making her entrance at the cotillion.  Al makes a beeline for Rory and Bea when he spots them, and they readily abandon Poe to greet the pup; you have to stifle a snicker when you see Poe’s look of disappointment at having been upstaged by a dog.

“Told you he’s a lot,” a voice whispers in your ear; you turn to find Din grinning at you.  He gives you a little kiss on top of your head before going to greet and welcome your friends.  Introductions are made and everyone gathers around the card table so that those who are playing can play, and everyone can chat, drink and eat.  The Mandos are incredibly hospitable and warm towards your friends; you don’t know if it’s out of kindness to you and Din or just because they really are a friendly bunch, but it fills you with joy to see your friends so well taken care of.  To no one’s surprise (not even Bea or Rory’s), Poe insists on pouring everyone a shot of the tequila he brought and plays deaf to people’s protests.  Rory downs hers without complaint before going back to her cards; you wrinkle your nose in disgust at your shot and when Poe isn’t looking, Din drinks yours, and you see Mayfeld nonchalantly do the same for Bea.  Poe just goes about his business, pouring himself more shots and chaotically raising bets while telling wild story after story about the people in the room (usually targeting the last person who called his hand).  He’s entertaining for sure, and he's seems less interested in winning at poker than he is getting everyone to have a good time.  It’s working.  Poe’s energy is infectious and the tequila is effective - the party gets livelier and livelier as the evening goes on. 

At a certain point, Woves and Paz nearly get into it after Poe (deliberately?) exposes his hand and everyone decides it’s a good time for a break so people can stretch and get more food.  You and Bea flop down on the couch with your wine, and a few people, including Poe, come over to join you, “So, when are you going to come and meet my dad?”

“Why would she meet your dad?” Bea asks curiously.

You look at Poe, your eyes widening just a little, mouth open to interject but having no response ready.  Without missing a beat, Poe says smoothly, “Oh, my dad and Din’s dad were best friends.  Din’s basically family.  My father’s favourite son.”

Bea laughs and you shoot Poe a grateful look, which he acknowledges only with the quickest of winks.  Din comes over, catching the tail end of this exchange; he claps Poe on the back appreciatively before sitting down and throwing his arm around you, “I think I’m done for the night, pretty bird.  Don’t have any more money for Rory to take.”

“Told you she’d clean you all out,” you giggle.

“I think both Bo and Paz are in love with her, too.  I’m not getting in the middle of that, so I’m just going to hang out here with you for the rest of the night, if you don’t mind.”

You shake your head, “Of course not, but are you sure?  I don’t want your friends to think that when I’m around, your attention is divided.”

“Oh, it’s not divided, sweetheart.” Smooth talker.  But you can’t help but feel flushed at Din’s words.

“Ok, ew.  Yeah, Dad is going to love you.  He’s been wanting Din to settle down for forever and he deep down he loves this gooey stuff,” bemoans Poe, and the group cracks up.

When the card game looks like it’s going to start up again, Bea yawns a bit and announces she’s going to go hover over Rory to gently encourage her to cash out her winnings so they can head out soon.  This reminds you that you have something for her, and you excuse yourself saying you’ll be right back.

When you emerge from the bedroom with the book you brought for Bea, you run into Din in the hallway; he’s leaning up against the wall, as if waiting for you.

“Hey you,” your smile easy and wide, reflective of how content you are with how this evening has gone.

Din moves towards you and using only his size advantage, crowds you against the wall he was just leaning against, then braces his forearm above you and peers down at you, “Hey pretty bird.”

You can’t help but let out a school girl giggle at this move.

Still holding your gaze, Din says in a low voice, “Don’t think I forgot what we were talking about in the kitchen before.”

Oh. So that’s what this little display is about; you’ve had a little time to think about it and you smile sheepishly, “Oh Din, I have to apologize for that.  Like, the image of you kissing someone else only flashed across my mind for a second and it upset me so much!  I shouldn’t have teased you with the same thing.  I’m sorry.”  You look up at Din with your most innocent, forgive-me eyes.

Din softens internally; he had been prepared to tease you mercilessly, but now looking down at you and feeling a little bad that you had been upset earlier, he’s tempted to let you off the hook.  Maybe.  

“Pretty bird, I’m sorry you had even a moment’s doubt and that it upset you; in case it’s not clear, I’m yours and yours only.  There isn’t anyone else, baby.  Couldn’t be anyone else.”

You melt under Din’s words and you want to make sure he knows how you feel too, “I feel the same way.  You’re so sweet, and kind, and caring, I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.  You make me so happy.  There’s no one else for me but you, Din.”

“But,” Din leans in to whisper darkly in your ear, “if you were seeing other people…”

You gasp a little at the low edge to his voice. “…I would want to know who they were.”  Din places a light kiss on your jaw before pulling back to move to the other side of your face and when he does, the expression you see on his face makes you shiver.  “I’d want to make sure they were treating you right.”  Another light kiss on your jaw.  Switching back again to the other side to nuzzle just below your ear, he continues in his deep, sultry drawl, “But when it’s my time with you… I’d remind you of who you really belong to.”

Afraid of letting out a whimper, you bite down on your lower lip, eyes open wide while you take in Din’s words.  “The things I would do to you would make you scream out my name until you couldn't speak, until you forget every other name but mine.  And when I’m done, there wouldn’t be any doubt in that pretty head of yours that you belong to me, sweetheart.”

This time you do whimper out loud and you’re sure everyone on the other side of the wall can hear; at this, Din dips to kiss his way to your other ear and growls, “Mine.”  You feel your panties dampen at his possessive words, the low timber of his voice making your knees buckle; Din catches you by wedging his thigh between your legs and you curl your arms under his to steady yourself.  “Yours,” you whisper, “all yours, daddy.”

Din’s mouth is on yours in a flash, tongue gaining quick entrance as your soft moans escape without your permission.  He drinks you in like a man parched, chasing your taste, unable to get enough.  You match the pressing brush of his lips and the movement of his tongue, stroke for stroke; his possessive manner and almost jealous sounding tone unlocking a deep desire within you.  It’s the same part of you that loves to be marked by his mouth, his hands, his cum; that part of your being that wants Din to claim you.  You’re getting all the way lost in Din and the way he surrounds you when you drop the book you’re still holding for Bea and it makes a loud thud that silences the chattering voices on the other side of the wall. 

“Hey, lovebirds!  We can fucking hear you!” booms Paz.

“Looks like I’m not the horniest one for once!”

“Shut up, Dameron!” Din yells, but with a grin only for you, “Yeah, I’m kicking them all out now, pretty bird.”

Chuckling, you give Din a sweet kiss before picking up the book that gave you both away, “Don’t do that.  We need to give Rory time to take all of Poe’s money.”  Winking, you turn to blow Din a kiss before rounding the corner to a chorus of hoots and hollers.

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Poker night has been so much fun, you’re almost sad it’s over.  Everyone ate and loved the food you and the girls brought over; Mayfeld quietly apologizes for eating over 70% of the garlic knots and on behalf of everyone else who plan to politely demand that you supply the food for all future poker games.  To no one’s surprise, Rory leaves the poker game the big winner, having taken nearly everyone’s money and also the hearts of both Paz and Bo.  Jimmy and Brian encourage you to invite your friends to the next big fight, making sure to do so in Bea’s earshot.  Woves and Koska, both wine drunk, fight over who gets to take Al out for his nighttime walk; a fight they both lose when Din steps in and declares clearly that Al’s late-night walks are spoken for.  Poe, to (poorly) quote Pride and Prejudice, simpered and smirked all evening and made love to them all – you concede that the Mandos were right, he really is the life of the party. 

After everyone leaves and you put your girls in a cab, you and Din set out on your nightly walk with Al.  As you stroll through the neighbourhood, still bustling despite the late hour, you feel Din pull you closer into his side and you respond by hugging his waist and looking up adoringly at him, “I think Al had such a good time tonight, Din.  Thank you for letting me bring him.”

“Of course.  Al’s my boy.  What about you, pretty bird?  Did you have a good time?”

You nod truthfully, “I really did.  I think everyone had such a good time and your friends were so, so nice to my friends.”

“Even Poe?”

“Especially Poe.”  You both chuckle and continue the walk in comfortable silence for a bit.  Deep in thought about the serious discussion the two of you had in the midst of all the fun tonight, Din wants to make sure you’re feeling okay, “How are you feeling about what we talked about?  I know some of the stuff with Poe made you a bit uneasy.”

“Mmmhmm, I went to a bad head space for a bit, but you pulled me out.  Thank you, Din,” you say, lightheartedly, your easy tone suggestive of having moved past it.

“I’m always here for you, pretty bird.”

“And I’m more than okay with what we talked about,” you add; it’s an innocent enough response, but now you’re thinking about how hot your conversation in the hallway was.  Recalling Din’s dark expression as he talked about making you his has you squirming and you feel the warmth of your arousal start to seep through your panties.  When you finally make it to the sidewalk outside of the gym, you decide to broach the topic again.

“Din?”

“Yes, baby?”

You consider how to ask for what you want, “When we get home, do you think you can.. I want you to… do what you said in the hallway?”

Din tilts his head slightly to convey he’s not sure what you mean.

Suddenly shy, the words spill out in a hurry, “I want you act like I’m seeing other people, and then I want you to fuck me hard until I forget that anyone exists but you.”

Realization hits Din like a freight train and he’s overcome by his need to have you right now, “Is that what you want, pretty bird?  You want me to make you scream my name so many times you don’t need to know any one else’s?”

You nod, biting your bottom lip, “Fuck me and claim me, daddy.”

“Holy fu-, I can do that.  But tonight, I’m not your daddy.  You only call me by my name.  Got it, pretty bird?”

Wordlessly, you nod again.

“Good girl.  Now get upstairs.”

Go to: Ch. 11 Addendum - After The Poker Game

[benwvatt]

for the weekend sleepover ask game: what are your favorite Grey's headcanons?

aaaaahhhh beachy i love chatting with you! <3

i need alex & jackson & april to move in together and be, like a weird group of 3. sort of a grover-percy-annabeth or a katara-sokka-aang in terms of the cheesy couple and their weird best friend who has emotional regulation issues but, like, needs hugs. he just also needs you to be chill so he doesn't feel embarrassed. and when he's sick he also wants japril to watch movies with him and make him chamomile tea

jackson fell first but april fell harder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

can we please give matthew some actual character development because i would LOVE to see him actually grow & develop. I'm an exchristian and I really loved the episode where matthew & april talked about her not being a virgin because I found it very insightful and lovely.

I am team-matthew's wife never dies and april never marries matthew and he actually gets to grow as a human being. also he gets to be happy.

I always loved April as christian representation because she is a christian but is so kind (and I also headcanon that she has very complex feelings about christianity and the struggle against god. I can see her partly deconstructing.)

I am team-everyone lives AU. teddy and henry were CUTE. so were teddy and alison, and merder (who are not, like, my absolute favorites but I want them to be happy and I want derek to become a better person, not die because he reached for his phone while turning his truck.)

IF SAMUEL HAD LIVED AND JAPRIL COULD HAVE GOTTEN A STORYLINE ABOUT RAISING A DISABLED KID !!!! IT COULD HAVE BEEN GOOD DISABILITY REP!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am also team "Link and Amelia get back together" because I LOVE their romance and am so mad they broke up

I realize not all of these are headcanons. this is just a list of what I want to see. WHATEVER???

nonbinary callie because [gestures at sara ramirez in all their glory]

CALLIE AND ARIZONA SECOND WEDDING TO RENEW THEIR VOWS

also mark & lexie live happily ever ever ever after and they dance at the second wedding <3

okay we both love japril so also

Jackson is really good at crosswords and April is so fucking pissed at him for it

April (with Jackson's consent) yells at Jackson's dad for being terrible and Jackson becomes weird best friends with April's dad. They drink beer and listen to country songs and talk about, like, spirituality and god and soccer games and cherry pie recipes. Jackson learns how to drive a tractor and he meets Jackson, the pig April named after him, which the Kepners refuse to kill because HE IS NAMED A HUMAN NAME.

They also talk about April's embarrassing cute childhood (Jackson has 65353 pictures on his phone) and Jackson ALSO yells at April's family for making her feel embarrassed. Kids with disabilities and braces don't need to be shamed and mocked.

Jackson becomes friends with April's dad because he gets to have a dad (well, aside from Webber, who is also a nice dad figure) who loves him for HIM :'))))))))))))))

it's very healing and wonderful. he totally cries on mr. kepner's flannel shirt.

Jackson keeps his lucky pencil from med school and fucking signs his marriage certificate with it. (Office person voice: Sir, that's not valid. We need BLACK or BLUE PEN.)

JACKSON AND APRIL START A GLOBAL HEALTH NONPROFIT

Can we please have an April-centric storyline about why the US military fucking sucks and she had a nice time with them but was also, uh, IN THE MILITARY

April goes to her med school reunion and is like, "oh? this guy? yeah, whatever, he's super famous. mostly he just makes me tea and hangs out with our kids, I don't think of him as an AVERY"

everyone is super impressed. jackson is silly and goofy and eats hors d'ouevres with her

can we please get a Reed Lives AU because I LOVE REED (mostly because i am gay and i think she has cool hair) and I want to see more of her and April's friendship.

marginally off-topic rant but: the San Francisco episodes where they're doing the board exams and japril has sex in the bathroom? MY HEADCANON - VERY SLIGHT - IS THAT THEY WOULD JUST HAVE SEX ON THE COUNTER, NOT GO INTO THE STALL AND SLAM THE DOOR SHUT

BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO LOCK THE STALL AND HAVE SEX IN THERE IF THE MAIN BATHROOM DOOR IS ALREADY LOCKED?????????

also, april totally takes kickboxing lessons after beating up that guy at the bar (at the boards) and Jackson is just Very Turned On by his cool friend who, like, comes home from kickboxing all SWEATY? and BRUISED? taking off the tape around her hands and peeling off her tank top to get in the shower? it's really hot and he's very confused.