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[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: You love James but he loves Lily. It's simple, until it isn't so simple anymore.

Genre: Angst (happy ending)

Warnings: James x Lily mentioned, "unrequited" love, idiots in love, swearing, violence, harassment, crying, arguments, protective!james, jealous!james, stupid!james, Lily isn't a villain—pls i love her!

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

You know two things for certain—

You're head over heels in love with James. 

He's head over heels in love with Lily.  

In the beginning, you saw the entire situation as some messy game of cat & mouse, and you'd been determined to win. You had foolishly been convinced Lily didn't like James in any way. It never seemed like she had any interest in him. 

And James? Well, James adored your attention. It very clearly sparked his already enormous ego, and you couldn't deny you liked the thrill of him liking your shameless flirting. 

It was fun and harmless while it lasted and it seemed like there was a mutual understanding to both pretend you didn't notice the stolen looks, or shy smiles, the feel of his hand brushing yours in the hallway, the small written notes in class, or the letters he'd sent over the summer…and of course the present he'd left you for your 17th birthday; a small, necklace with expensive tiny rubies. 

It felt surreal. 

It was surreal because the moment you find out James has been dating Lily since Christmas break you feel sick. "Lily? Lily Evans?" You ask your friends, almost choking on your scrambled eggs. 

"Yeah. Apparently, Marls said that Lily kissed James in the Common Room after his practice yesterday," Mary says, immersed in the gossip, "Either way, I heard from Sirius Black that they've been inseparable ever since New Year. He says it's rather annoying."

You hear her muffle a yelp as Pandora kicks her shin from underneath the table. "Oh, I forgot you like James, Y/n," Mary says and sends you a sympathetic smile. 

You feel crushed inside but you force a smile, "Me? Oh, please. I can find so much better than Potter. He was just a silly crush," you swat your hand in the air, "I'm already over him," you say.

Pandora doesn't look like she believes you but she doesn't say anything. Instead, she and Mary let you sit in silence and pretend not to know you're unintentionally staring at James and his friends from across the dining hall. 

James is laughing and your chest tightens. He seems over the moon as he has his arm around Lily's shoulder and she looks at him with a look you've never seen her wear. She actually looks like she's enjoying his jokes now. 

You can't help yourself as you start to compare yourself to Lily. You chew on your nails as you start to remember every insecurity you've ever had and you feel miserable.

You aren't really supposed to feel miserable, you reason, deep down you knew James wasn't yours. He was always hers. He was just waiting for her to claim him and you were a silly distraction.

You pry your eyes away from James and Lily when he stands up. You think he sees you for a moment because you can feel his stare. However, when you lift your head and make eye contact for a moment. James's expression is unreadable and he's the first to turn his head. He grins and continues his conversation with Lily as you're frozen in time.

"Y/n?" Mary calls your name and time resumes.

"Yeah?" you whisper, composing yourself and crossing your arms on the table. 

"Here," she hands you a crumpled-up note and points behind her, "It's from Danny."

You take the note from Mary and tilt your head to see Danny Dulac staring at you from the Slytherin table. Danny Dulac is the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. He's tall, extremely smart, and has the silkiest blond hair. 

Danny sends you a smile and motions toward the paper in your hand which reads:

~I heard Potter is out of the picture now. Does this mean you're free for a Butterbeer on Saturday?~

You think it's a joke but when you look up, Danny looks dead serious. Mary leans over and when she sees the note over your shoulder, she exclaims, "Oh my Merlin, Danny just asked you out!" she pushes on your shoulder excitedly and you shush her. 

You stare at the cursive and your mind races. You spent so many years liking James that it had never even crossed your mind that you could like other boys, or that they could like you. 

"Well? Answer him," Pandora insists and makes a little circle motion with her hand. 

Once you find a quill from inside your book-bag, you reply with a small, enthusiastic, 

~Yes!~

* * *

Over the week leading up to Saturday, you try to pretend James and Lily don't exist. 

It's much easier than you imagined because you have Danny's to pay attention to now. Turns out Danny Dulac is a gentleman who carries your books in the hallway and compliments you whenever he has the chance. 

You don't feel the loss you felt when you found out James and Lily kissed—at least not when James isn't staring at you from afar. You knew James wasn't that fond of Danny—being the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and all—but ever since Danny has been hanging around you it seems like James can't stand the guy. 

It's confusing, especially because James hasn't made any attempts to talk to you since his relationship with Lily became public. 

You sit in Potions next to Marlene when Remus Lupin comes up to you. "Y/n?" he asks in a quiet voice and you look up at him, "It's from James," he shows you the note in his hand and you stare at it like it's one of James's stupid pranks. 

You thank Remus and open it anyway, 

~Meet me at Hogsmeade on Saturday?~

Without a word to Remus, you scribble an answer, 

~I have a date~

You fold the torn parchment and hand it to Remus. You watch him walk back to James and Sirius. When James sees you've actually written him a response, his eyes sparkle and he hides a smile. However, his smile disappears once he reads the contents and you’ve never seen him so perturbed. 

He starts to scribble on the paper and, with his eyes focused on you, hands it to Remus. 

Remus shakes his head adamantly so James then tries to hand it to Sirius, who also shakes his head. James's last option is Peter but the poor boy has fallen asleep on his Potions book. 

You smile. Your attention is pulled from them when you see Danny next to you.

"Hi," he smiles.

"Hi," you answer and the last thing that could possibly be on your mind is James Potter. 

* * *

You pull at the hem of your dress and adjust your jumper nervously. Danny has just made the same joke he made a few hours earlier and you really try and force out another chuckle. 

"You ok? You look a little warm," Danny says foam from the beer lays across his upper lip.

You blink. You like him, you try to convince yourself, he's smart and super handsome and he carries your books for Merlin's sake— 

"I'm completely fine, continue?" you smile sweetly and lean in towards him from across the table. You want to look interested.

Danny smirks and looks around. "Wanna go somewhere quieter?" 

No, you want to say. You won't want to go anywhere with him because that means you have to listen to him some more and he's oh so boring.

Only you don't say no, you say, "Sure," and allow him to take your hand.

Once you've found a small, empty corner of The Three Broomsticks, Danny pushes you to the wall. His hand is resting near your forehead and he leans in as if he wants to kiss you. You panic and push him away, "Oh I'm super warm actually. One second," You turn and your hands tremble as you pull your jumper over your head and let it slide down your arms. 

Danny looks a little annoyed when you turn back around. His eyes lower and he frowns, "Pretty' necklace. Who's it from?" he points out and you look down. 

James's necklace.

"Oh. A friend," you say dismissively and rush to unclip it as it falls into your hands.

"A friend huh?" Danny crosses his arms, "Is it from Potter?"

You feel your cheeks become warm. Why would he ask that? You aren't sure what expression you're making but it cannot be a normal one.

"No!" you say and Danny yanks the necklace from your hands. Your heart sinks as you try to take it back instantly.

Danny holds it away from you, making you feel small, "You can't keep this." 

"Why not? It's mine," your lip wobbles.

"Because it's from him and he has a girl. It's completely inappropriate." 

You lower your arm and your heart hurts. Is Danny right? Maybe you have thrown away the necklace as soon as you found out about James and Lily? Why are you still wearing it? 

"Plus, if you want to be my girl you'll throw away this dirty necklace," Danny snarls as he runs his fingers along the silver chain. You freeze. 

"What?" you can't believe he just said that. 

"What?" Danny counters. He seems confused at your sudden shift in tone. 

"I am not your girl. I don't want to be your girl."

"Bullshit, Y/n," Danny rolls his eyes and stuffs your necklace into his robe. He walks closer, this time menacingly, and you feel stuck. Your hands press against the wall and you look at him. Your eyes brim with tears, mostly in hopes he'll leave you alone when he sees them. Danny just raises his hand and harshly brushes them away with his thumb, "You should feel lucky someone like me even likes you," he smirks. 

You feel like someone just punched you in the gut and you stutter, "Get away from me."

"No," Danny says and leans in. Only, he's suddenly ripped from in front of you and you inhale, surprised. You blink as Danny stumbles when someone seizes his collar. You feel someone else's hand on your shoulder and you turn to look at them. 

"Are you okay?" Kind, considerate, Lily Evans whispers, concerned at your tears.

"What the fuck?!" You hear a loud crack as Danny groans in pain. You look towards the sound and see James Potter take Danny's collar again, his knuckles already stained a little crimson. James looks furious. 

"Did you hurt her?" he hisses and shakes Danny like it's nothing.

Lily soothes you by rubbing your shoulders and she calls James's name as a warning.

"Hurt her? We're on a date, Potter. She wanted it," Danny snarls and you wince. You didn't want it. James looks at you and Lily from the corner of his eye and his heart breaks when he sees your expression.

"Fucking nutter!" James exclaims and punches Danny in the stomach. This time, Danny doesn't just take the hit. Instead, he tackles James and they trip onto the ground. Lily screams at her boyfriend and you scream Danny's name. 

You try to pull Danny away from James but it's only when you hear a loud crack as Danny lands on his left thigh that he pauses. You gasp, covering your mouth with your hands, which makes James pause and he looks confused as Danny pulls out your necklace from inside his robe. The small rubies have shattered and when Danny opens his hand, the chain and the shards drop onto the ground. 

He stands and taunts, "Some gift, huh Potter?" James's expression falls. 

 You crouch down, scooping the, now completely ruined, necklace into your palms. You try to hold in your tears and the world around you turns silent as you look at your present. "Shut it," You hear Lily snap at Danny and she doesn't hesitate to help you stand. Her arm holds yours and she looks almost as furious as James. 

"She's crying because of you, you prat! Does that make you feel good about yourself, huh?" James points out with frustration.

You know he means well, but it doesn't help that he basically announced to the entirety of The Three Broomsticks that you're in tears. You sniffle and look at Danny. His blue eyes shine with a mixture of embarrassment, pity, shame, and resentment.

"Whatever," he just snarls, "She's not worth it. She never was," he says as if you aren't standing directly in front of him. 

"You piece of shit," James hisses but Lily interrupts him.

"James. No," she scolds like a mother and James whips his head around to glare at her.

Instead, he makes eye contact with you and his face falls once more. His posture softens and, to your surprise, he doesn't move when Danny bumps his shoulder to leave. 

"I'm sorry, James," you say sadly, still holding his present. 

He looks confused and tilts his head as walks closer to you. Murmurs drift around the room as students continue to watch the scene. Lily looks around, seemingly just as uncomfortable as you, and James does the same. 

He gestures to the door and raises one of his eyebrows in a question. Lily nods. Quietly, you follow them outside and as you walk.

James and Lily somehow find their way next to each other. It's almost automatic for them and your heart breaks. Lily whispers into James's ear and his eyes glance at you. You look away, insecurities burning your chest. 

"You okay?" Lily asks, turning around when you start to fall back behind them.

You hum and pick at your nails, "I- I'm gonna go," you mutter. Lily wants to protest but, without a word, you stand before James and let the broken necklace fall into his open hands.

He looks at you with wide eyes and then clutches his hand around the necklace so fiercely. He shakes his head and your name leaves his lip but you don't wait for him to continue. You turn to leave—what can he possibly say now that will make you feel better?

"I like you!" His voice resonates in your ears as your breath leaves you. You turn around, almost hurting your neck. You couldn't have heard him correctly. Your eyes bounce to Lily but she doesn't look hurt. She doesn't even look surprised. Instead, she sends you a small smile.

You blink, "Pardon me?" You walk a little closer to James, "You like me? As in romantically or as a person?"

James starts to stutter, "R-romantically."

You look towards Lily, bewildered. "But, you're dating her!" 

  James turns to look at Lily just as she speaks up, "No, we broke up. We didn't even last more than maybe two weeks, Y/n." She laughs, "You two should really talk—" 

James nods at her and then turns to you once more. His arms stretch out as if he wants to make sure you won't run away from him. "Please, Y/n. Hear me out." He sounds so small and for someone with such a big personality, you're suddenly afraid.

You find yourself nodding slowly and let him lead you behind The Three Broomsticks. James lets you lean against the wall and then he nervously runs a hand in his hair.

"James, I don't understand," you say quietly, "You like Lily. You have always liked Lily—I was always just some girl you entertained because you liked the attention. I've always known that."

James's face falls as he listens to you and you see his hands hesitate towards you. "You were never just some girl," he says adamantly.

You frown, "Yes, I was."

"No, you weren't," His voice rises and you press your back against the wall, staring at him as he explains, "Listen, I ended things with Lily. It was my decision. I realized I couldn't stay with her and do you want to know why?" 

You shake your head instantly but he tells you anyway. 

"Because she wasn't you. She didn't make me feel as full as you always do. When she laughed, I never had the same butterflies in my stomach," James pressed his hand to his chest, "My heart didn't feel compressed in my chest whenever I looked at her. I didn't blush at her compliments like I would yours, or want her to smile only because of me. Just like you used to. Bloody hell, I thought of you when I kissed her."

Your entire body feels warm as embarrassment washes over you. "Why did you then?" your voice breaks, "Why did you put me through that? You knew what I felt for you and you chose Lily anyway. How can I trust you now, James?"

You watch his lip tremble as he looks at you with his doleful brown eyes and your heart shatters for the fourth time this hour alone. 

"I don't know," he buries his face in his hands, making an exasperated sound, " I know that answer isn't good enough for you, and I know I can't take back the pain you felt when you saw me with her. I do know that." 

You don't know what to answer. 

James runs a hand over his jaw and looks at you, "I suppose I couldn't let the fantasy go," he admits in a whisper. 

You turn your head away, "Y-yeah—Lily Evans, the fantasy. I understand." 

"W-what? No, that isn't what I meant!" James assures you, "I've been stuck on Lily for years. I know I didn't see you, but—but I see you now."

You stare at him. He looks so upset that your anger turns into pity, "James—"

"Y/n, please don't reject me. I can't bear it," his voice breaks as his eyes water. He walks closer and drops the broken necklace he'd given you in your palm. Your hand closes around it without thinking. "I've been such an idiot but I can't imagine losing you like this."

"You lost me the moment I saw you with Lily. You don't deserve to have me—not like this, and definitely not anymore," you say sternly and watch as you break the heart of the boy you're madly in love with. 

"James, you strung me along for months and months, and then threw me away without hesitation for her. If you liked me, you would have never let me cry over you for weeks," your voice becomes louder. 

James's hurt expression twists and his eyes darken, "You spent your days with Danny Dulac for fucks sake! What the hell was I supposed to do?" he also raises his voice.

"You aren't allowed to be jealous!" you say and push your index into his chest, tears streaming down your cheeks, "You ruined this," your voice dies as your hand flattens on his chest and he grasps it in his. James pulls you closer and leans his head onto yours. 

For a moment, you let it rest there, but then you pull away. "I can't do this," you mutter, "you only want what you can't have, James," you whisper and you know your words would hurt him but you don't care. You hear him call your name as you walk away from him.

* * *

Over the next few months, it's as if you and James never existed. 

You don't speak in class and when James wants to talk outside of classes, you ignore him. Eventually, he stops trying. He doesn't go back to Lily like you'd expected him to. Instead, time goes by, you both graduate, and it isn't until Marlene's 21st birthday that you see James Potter again.

He's in the middle of a small crowd: his smile as bright and wide as you remember. He's laughing like he would in school and you stand to the side of the room, suddenly unsure what to do with yourself.  

When James sees you, his smile falters for a moment. He looks you up and down and when his eyes land on the necklace you're wearing, his heart thumps in his chest and he can't help but wander over to you. You almost run from him, but enough time has passed for you to stay still.

"Hi," James says, looking into your eyes. 

You look up, your voice merely a whisper, "Hi." 

Weirdly, conversation flows easily. You talk about work, hobbies, and eventually you land on relationships. Somehow you've found each other in a secluded side of the room, you're leaning against the wall as James's arm rests near your head. It isn't confrontational—no, instead you feel safe caged in his strong arms. Your eyes train on the muscles of his arm—of course he plays Professional Quidditch now. You need to remind yourself to pay more attention to Quidditch from now on. 

"You seeing anyone?" James hums, his eyes flickering to your necklace again. You fiddle with it subconsciously and shake your head. 

"You?" 

James shakes his head too and he finally asks the question that's been burning his lips, "You fixed it," he raises his arm and his thumb skims the rubies. 

You hum and nod. "I did."

"Why?"

You laugh and look at James. "Because I love this necklace," you pause a moment and you whisper, "And it reminds me of someone."

   James seems surprised and he runs a hand in his curls. He looks at you and leans in a little. "C-can I?" he asks and a part of you wants to shake your head…tell him to fuck off. But, this is James Potter. He's the only boy you've ever loved—no matter who came after him. You nod and James's hand cups your cheeks as his lips press against yours. 

"I've been thinking of doing this for years," he says breathlessly through his kisses. 

I have too, you want to say but instead you just pull him closer. 

"I love you," James says suddenly and pulls away. He looks flustered as he tries to explain himself. "I- I never stopped."

You look at him and utter three words James didn't think he'd ever hear, "Neither did I." 

[honeytonedhottie]

HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE september edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the september catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

YOUR GUIDE TO VINTAGE GLAM ;

lately i've been OBSESSED with vintage glam. their makeup is so dramatized and utterly stunning and it just has this timeless elegance to it. so im super duper excited to dive into that in this catalogue…💬🎀

♡ a classic red lip

♡ winged eyeliner

♡ lush lashes

♡ defined brows (arched brows like betty boop)

♡ faux beauty marks

♡ soft eyeshadows

♡ a big bouncy blow out

♡ pearls and diamonds cuz diamonds are a girl's best friend

other details that can really capture the essence of a vintage glam look include pearl necklaces and earrings, cat-eye sunglasses, or a structured handbag. remember, its all about enhancing natural elegance with just the right amount of drama and UMPH.

you can see with this page of my fashion journal where i styled some vintage glam looks. so i incorporated silkier textures and long dresses for that old hollywood charm. idk what it is about hand gloves but they just SCREAM elegance and beauty so i incorporated that into the first outfit.

clutches are SO vintage glam and gorgeous and as u can see i incorporated pearls into the second outfit in the earrings, bracelet and neck piece.

FALL FASHION ;

fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. let’s talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and it’s an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isn’t the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.

ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->

ugg boots

ankle boots

mary jane style shoes

ballet flats

form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.

baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->

long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath

a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->

fur details

ribbons and lace details

delicate jewelry choices

tights and leg warmers

layering

boots

neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme

long sleeves

mini skirts + tights combo

BEING A HOTTIE THIS FALL ;

fall is such an easy season to romanticize! and what better way to romanticize the fall then to make a pinterest board or a mood board. in this section of the magazine lets talk about things that u can do this fall to make ur fall SUPER memorable…💬🎀

♡ make cinnamon rolls (recipe is in the section before horoscope)

♡ go apple picking

♡ read a spooky/mystery novel

♡ pumpkin spice latte!

♡ invest in a yummy fall scented candle and light it often to make ur space smell like fall

fall beauty incorporates things like nude lip combos, warmer scents and french tips!…💬🎀

♡ soft bouncy curls

♡ nude lip combos

i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip liner…💬🎀

♡ french tips

♡ nude colored manicures and pedicures

♡ coffin and stiletto shaped nails

CINNAMON ROLLS RECIPE ;

nothing screams fall to me more than cinnamon rolls. they're just so yummy and cinnamony and so FALL. so here is a recipe to make ur very own cinnamon rolls this fall.

♡ in a mixing bowl, add 1 cup of warm milk

♡ 1/4 cup of sugar and 2 1/2 teaspoons of active dry yeast and give it a little mix

now set this aside for 5 minutes or until its frothed up. if it DOESNT froth up then ur yeast is not okay and ur gonna have to start again…💬🎀

♡ 4 2/3 cups of all purpose flour, 1/3 cup packed light brown sugar, 1/2 teaspoon of salt, half a teaspoon of cinnamon

♡ melt half a cup of butter and add it into the dry mixture and mix everything together in ur mixer but dont mix before adding 1 large egg and a tablespoon of vanilla extract

♡ now turn on ur mixture and knead the dough until its tacky but doesnt stick to ur fingers

♡ now get an oiled up bowl and put the dough in, and cover with a sheet. put it in a warm place so that then ur dough can rise (1 1/2 - 2 hours)

the reason why u have to wait so long is cuz the yeast is working rly hard to break down things like the milk and the butter so just be patient and excited cuz its gonna taste so good…💬🎀

♡ combine 1/2 cup of light brown sugar, 1 1/2 tablespoons of cinnamon and mix together with a fork

♡ once ur dough is done, make sure u flour up ur clean counter and put the dough onto it. with floured hands pat the dough and shape it, just kinda flatten it out

♡ spread out super soft butter across the dough and spread the cinnamon sugar we made over the dough in a nice even layer and once you've done that its time to roll the dough into a cylinder

♡ next butter ur baking dish, cut ur cinnamon rolls with some dental floss or string and place them in the dish, and make sure u give them room to grow

♡ cover them with a sheet again and put them in a warm place for 1 hour so that they can rise, once you've done that put them in the oven at 350 degrees for 20- 25 minutes

while the cinnamon rolls are baking, we'll make a luscious cream cheese icing to go on top of the cinnamon rolls once they're done…💬🎀

♡ combine 2 tablespoons of softened butter, along with 4 ounces of softened cream cheese, a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of vanilla extract and mix it with a hand mixer

♡ add 2 cups of powdered sugar and add a bit of milk as needed. if u want a thicker icing or a thinner one

♡ lastly add ur icing all over the top of ur cinnamon rolls once they're out of the oven and ENJOY

WHATS MY HOROSCOPE (SEPTEMBER 27-31) ;

♡ for virgo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your self-esteem and natural talents are activated. with the ability to earn money and achieve success heightened, abundance flows. just be sure you’re saving, budgeting, and making wise investments. venus moves into scorpio on the same day, energizing your communication zone. surface-level connections will fall flat as you crave deeper, more intimate conversations. mercury enters libra on september 26, enhancing your powers of negotiation and manifestation.

♡ for aries, the energy changes when the sun enters libra on the twenty-second, activating your relationship sector. use this opportunity to strengthen your closest bonds, form alliances, and bring your romantic visions to life. venus enters scorpio the same day to awaken your realm of intimacy and money. you could find yourself drawn to mysterious people or situations. venus in motivated scorpio elevates your drive, making you an unstoppable force, especially regarding manifestation. this is an excellent time to negotiate. mercury enters libra on september 26, adding a dash of charm to communication with your loved ones.

♡ for taurus, the sun enters libra on september 22 and brings warmth to your realm of service and self-love. strive to create a healthy work/life balance. your relationships deepen when venus enters scorpio later the same day, bringing intensity to your closest connections. you could feel a stronger desire for intimacy and a pull toward mystery and secrets. be conscious of codependency and unrealistic expectations. mercury moves into harmony-seeking libra on september 26, encouraging solutions and charisma within your relationships.

♡ for gemini, you’re full of joy, creativity, and romance when the sun enters libra on september 22, activating your happiness sector. inspiration will be heightened, so pay attention to your ideas. when venus enters scorpio on the same day, it’s time to turn your attention inward. your desire to explore the depths of your mind, body, and soul intensifies, making this an excellent time to embrace self-care practices that promote greater self-love. mercury enters libra on september 26, awakening your charisma and warmth in communications.

♡ for cancer, when the sun enters air sign libra on september 22, you’ll feel ready to cozy up with your loved ones and enjoy the comforts of your environment. with your zone of intuition activated, your emotions will be powerful. venus enters scorpio on the same day, and your creativity will skyrocket. if you crave more romance, initiate it. mercury enters libra on september 26, encouraging you to share your real feelings.

♡ for leo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, you’ll feel eager to express your incredible ideas and connect with others. activating your communication sector, the libra sun enhances your natural charisma and creates ease in conversations. venus enters mysterious scorpio on the same day, prompting you to reflect on your emotional needs. your heart requires you to be assertive, especially with loved ones. mercury moves into peace-loving libra on september 26, inviting you to communicate from a place of neutrality.

♡ for libra, the sun enters your sign on september 22, ushering in a brand-new cycle. you’re the star of the show and your powers of manifestation are heightened. get ready for an exciting new chapter full of opportunity! venus enters scorpio on the same day, enhancing your ability to earn money. mercury enters your sign on september 26, which gives you the gift of clarity. share your ideas and express yourself. you will be well received.

♡ for scorpio, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your need for retreat and soul-searching is highlighted. over the next few weeks, you’ll find the most peace during moments of relaxation. the libra sun activates your imagination, so allow yourself moments to get lost in fantasy and embrace the fluidity and surrender it brings. venus enters your sign on the same day, prompting you to ardently pursue your deepest desires and ask for what you want. mercury enters libra on september 26, helping you process your subconscious thoughts.

♡ for sagittarius, you’re ready to connect with friends when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of community. it’s an excellent time to collaborate with others and show up on social media. venus enters scorpio and your privacy sector on the same day, prompting you to take intentional time alone to get clear on your emotional needs. mercury enters libra on september 26, and exciting conversations take place.

♡ for capricorn, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your career and goals come into focus. you’re especially magnetic and charming, which bodes well for negotiations. find ways to creatively showcase your gifts and embrace your people skills to achieve success this season. recognition arrives when you show up confidently, so find ways to empower yourself. venus enters scorpio on the same day, bringing intimacy to your friendships. mercury moves into libra on september 26, offering you clarity on your goals and the ability to plan them.

♡ for aquarius, imagination and creativity are the keys to your success. you’ll feel ready for expansion and adventure when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of exploration. plan an exciting excursion with loved ones or book a spiritual retreat. personal freedom will feel important for you, so be mindful of overcommitting yourself to serious tasks that feel like burdens. venus enters scorpio later the same day, motivating you to make power moves in your career. mercury enters libra on september 26, boosting your ability to learn quickly.

♡ for pisces, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your sights will be set on resources and intimacy. when it comes to your closest bonds, you’ll crave lots of privacy. your approach to money will feel more solution based, and you could tap into a new revenue stream. venus enters scorpio the same day, inviting you to take a chance. mercury moves into libra on september 26, activating your need for deep conversations.

[suosteacup]

Pancakes ~redux~

pairing: Kozume Kenma x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.8k

tw/cw: post-timeskip, food, Kenma and reader are newlyweds here, one swear word from Kenma, kitten as a term of endearment from Kenma to you.

a/n: a rehashed version of an old Kenma drabble I wrote on @/mrskodzuken. Thank you Mari @littleplantfreak for betareading this AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ilysfm 😘 Star dividers by @cafekitsune + support banner by @adornedwithlight 🫶🏻 tagging @pixelcafe-network

The whole house is quiet on an early Sunday morning, save for some tapping and cracking sounds coming from inside the kitchen. A soft plop! can also be heard as Kenma carefully discards a stray egg shell away from the pancake batter mix using a spoon. He then slowly pours fresh milk into a liquid measuring cup until it reaches the desired level, before carefully adding it to the mixture. Next, he picks a measuring spoon nearby, unscrews the cap off a bottle of vegetable oil, and adds two tablespoons of it into the batter.

It’s unusual for Kozume Kenma to wake up early in the morning, much less cook breakfast, but today is very special; the reason why he woke up earlier today is to make you breakfast in bed—after a month of saying “I do’s” to each other, to make your favorite kiwi fruit pancakes with love.

He remembers something you’d said almost a year ago, while having a friendly date at a cafe just beside Kuro’s office one early morning…

“You know, Kenken? When I get married, I’ll ask my husband-to-be to make me pancakes like this one day,” you say to Kenma as you take an IG-worthy photo of a plate of kiwi fruit pancakes drizzled—no, heavily soaked—in maple syrup on your phone.

“Ehhh… really? Well, good luck to him, I guess.” He looks at you with a shit-faced grin plastered on his face. “That ‘one day’ is going to turn into ‘one week’, ‘one month’, and so on—ow!”

“Zip it, Puddinghead. As if I would force him to make pancakes everyday, you know?” you tell Kenma poutily, waving a forkful of pancake in front of his face before stuffing it up to your mouth. “I’m not that cruel~”

He sighs in defeat and smiles sheepishly before taking a sip of his latte.

“Okay, okay, if you say so…”

After slightly mixing the batter, Kenma adds the minced kiwi fruit that he prepared earlier and whisks it in until fully mixed. He then proceeds to dip a ladleful of the batter into the preheated pan, quickly shaping some of the corners with a clean toothpick to resemble cat ears before the bottom side completely cooks.

“Cute,” he chuckles softly, looking proud of his ‘artwork’.

“It sure is…”

Kenma suddenly jumps from where he’s standing, his golden cat-like orbs widening. He slowly turns his head around to see you peeking over his shoulder, sleep still evident on your face.

Your husband holds his breath in for a second before letting it go as butterflies start fluttering inside his stomach. “H-hi, Y/N, my love. Morning.” Fuck. Kenma internally slaps his mouth after messing up his greeting.

“Hi, Kenma, my love… g’morning~” Kenma feels your arms snaking around his waist as you snuggle closer to him from behind. He notices you looking at what’s into the pan and—Kenma finds this adorably endearing—your eyes twinkle as they widen a bit, sleepiness a thing of the past.

“Pancakes! And they’re cat-shaped, too!”

He hums and smiles, slightly checking the bottom side for any signs of browning before flipping the cooked side of the pancake with a spatula. Bringing his free hand to gently pat your head, he says in a matter-of-fact voice, “Did I also mention that they’re kiwi fruit pancakes?”

“Huh? Kiwi… fruit?”

Kenma feels your embrace around his waist getting a bit tighter. His cheeks gradually heat up as he silently continues on making another pancake, with you still hugging him.

He finally speaks in a soft voice. “Um… y-yeah. Because you told me to make one for you when we get married one day…”

“Oh. That conversation we had at the cafe that time…” You smile, both of you fondly remembering the memory.

“Yeah.”

Kenma silently cooks the remaining pancakes, the only sound heard in the kitchen is the slight sizzle of the pancake batter cooking. He feels your weight shifting from behind, strands of your hair tickling the side of his neck. He wonders if you can still feel his heart beating loudly just as he can feel yours.

“Y/N, kitten? Still sleepy? I’m almost done here, you should sit down and wait for me. Then we can eat breakfast together—“

A sniffle. “Thank you.”

“For what?” He then glances at your small form in alarm before quickly turning your attention back to the last piece of pancake, bringing the pan to a big plate sitting nearby before tilting it down, the cooked pancake sliding off and on top of the stack. Kenma turns off the stove. “Y/N… are, are you crying?”

You snuggle closer behind your husband again in reply—Kenma can feel a slight wetness forming at the back of his shirt, accompanied by a few sniffles and chuckles.

“Thank you for remembering. Thank you for coming into my life. Thank you for loving me, all my flaws and strong points. Thank you for marrying me. My bestest friend in the entire universe. My love. My everything… I love you, Kenma.”

Kenma holds your hand and kisses it softly, smiling. “I love you too, my Y/N.”

And he really loves you back. More than everything in the world.

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[lxvvie]

On today's episode of Simps-R-Us: A Guy and his... pet(s), or You, Your Faves, and your fur/feathered/fin-babies:

Capt. John Price - Standing ten toes down on this: Price would have two small, cute dogs, one named Sir Peabody and the other named Lady Marie. You two spoil them something fierce and they have a pile of little doggy hats that match their beloved papa's... much to his chagrin.

Gaz - Gaz said he'd surprise you and surprise you he did. He came home with a cockatoo. A damn cockatoo. Jokes on him, though, because your bird baby absolutely loves to prank the shit out of Gaz, too, by mimicking your voice when you're away and making him jump. Jokes on both of you now, because Soap has taught him how to curse and that's all he does now, Scottish accent and all. You have a picture saved of the bird (named Buttercup) on top of Gaz's head.

Alex Keller - Has the most gremlin Donskoy (named Brunswick) to ever gremlin, complete with the wide stormy eyes, which is funny because Keller can sometimes make a face that's very much gremlin-esque and the two greatly resemble each other. Can usually be found making biscuits on Alex's head.

Soap - Has a Labrador named Whiskey that he absolutely adores. Whiskey has also put you two in the most adorable of love triangles where you don't know whose affection you're playfully fighting for on any given day. Also has a tendency to take Soap's socks and he has to chase him throughout the house. Well, he and Whiskey are chasing each other throughout the house just about constantly.

Ghost - You guys talked about it but he surprised you one day by bringing home a Belgian Mal puppers who didn't make the unit. His name? Pup. Pup Riley. And Pup Riley is a ball of energy. Bloody hell. He always assumes he's going for a walk whenever you two make ready to leave. He also won't let Simon leave without him and so Simon usually has to create a diversion just to walk out the front door. It's also not uncommon for Pup to jump on his Papa whenever he gets home, too. Oh, did we also talk about the fact that Simon has to fight with Pup for his side of the bed whenever he's home or that Pup wakes him up early in the damn morning to take him out for his first walk of the day?

Roach - Found a stray kitten and brought her home. Her name's Oatmeal. Oatmeal is now the chonkiest, cutest loaf (you send Roach various pictures of her Loafiness). You two also bought her a set of those pet buttons just for shits and giggles and Oatmeal's really caught on to them. She uses "Dad", "Mad", and "Food" a lot even though she stays fed lmao.

Keegan - To everyone's surprise (and his own), has a husky named Balto who ignores the concept of personal space, loves to put his paw right in the middle of Keegan's face, and has pissed on Keegan's boots more than once because Balto felt slighted (you had to go to the groomer's, buddy, you rolled in mud). You and Keegan have also lost count of the number of times you've had to carry Balto into the house because he refuses to come inside, especially when it’s cold.

Alejandro - You two adopted a senior dog named Mojo who is the most peaceful little angel. Can usually be found lying near yours or Alejo's feet as you're working or something of that nature.

Rudy - You two have this huge ass tank full of fish that run the gamut of the rainbow and you remember all their names. The brooding one is named Alejandro and his namesake was not amused lmao.

König - You two have a small but floofy cat. She's black with a grey undercoat that he calls his "little Prinzessin" and she always looks like she's in a constant state of surprise. Whenever she blinks or closes her eyes, she becomes a floofy void. Her Highness prefers to be carried like a baby, thank you very much.

Phillip Graves - You two are the proud parents of a Bulldog named Bubba who thinks he has his humans trained (spoiler alert: he kinda does). Bubba Graves makes your day with the way he silently judges his parents, throws a tantrum when he doesn't get more food or pets, and usually has Philip sigh facetiously and go, "Now, son, why can't you behave for your old man, huh?"

[crow-stars]

❝BIG COLD CASTLE, WARM LITTLE HEART❞

❦summary; the experience of warmth is so precious in somewhere always so cold ♪the characters in this story; gn!reader, malleus draconia ✎word count; 784 ❀what do the ghosts say?; romantic, reader and malleus are maried, he wants his cuddles after a long day, more of me pushing my cat malleus agenda, very fluff ☛the author's notes; nothing to note... ☪look at the catalogue?

The castle that Malleus resided in always seemed to be cold. 

It gave a chill down the spine of anyone who visited for the first time and only continues to do so for many. The ones used to one have learned to ignore the cold, Malleus especially. The feeling of the cold never disappeared either, it was something that residents within the castle got used to. 

For most, people thought it was fitting. The King of Briar Valley with a stare that could send fear down anyone’s body, living somewhere that fit the exact atmosphere that he exuded. He was supposed to strike fear into the hearts of those who dare to cross him. 

Though such things couldn’t be further from the truth, for Malleus yearned for warmth as much as one could. 

He wished he could fill the castle with the warmth and joy that he yearned for when he was younger. But, for now, Malleus was able to get that warmth from you. 

Everyday, without fail, Malleus would leave his duties at the same time every night. It didn’t matter if something else came up, he would always return back to his chambers where you would always await, arms open to the fae.

Tonight was just the same, Malleus’ imposing figure striding through the halls of the castle, his face that same neutral expression on his face. He passed by many servants who bowed to him in respect, yet he didn’t pay much mind to them, one intent in his mind. He finally approaches his chambers, opening the door and closing it behind him with a resounding thunk. 

When Malleus was finally in his room, his safe place, Malleus’ eyes landed on you, sitting on the bed, covered already by the plush blankets. You looked up at him from what you were doing and, already, Malleus could feel his heart swell with affection for you.

He didn’t even bother to change out of his royal attire, instead heading straight to the bed. Malleus all but threw himself onto you, head resting on your lap and curled up against you. It makes gentle laughter slip past you, the type of laugh that Malleus adores hearing from you. 

“Oh, I missed you...” 

“Was your day that bad?” Your hand went to run through his hair, finger toying with the ends of his locks. Your other hand was already in Malleus’ grasp, being held tightly in his left hand. The ring on his ring finger brushed lightly against your skin, the ring Malleus declared he would never take off unless someone ripped it from his cold, dead hands. The declaration made you laugh, at first, though as time went on it was pretty clear he was serious. 

And you weren’t even sure if fae wore rings to show they were wed either. You’re pretty sure that one of the only reasons he insisted on rings was to integrate a bit of your own culture into his life, perhaps to feel more connected to you. It’s an undeniably sweet gesture that Lilia would always coo and tease the king about it.

Malleus let out another heavy sigh and shook his head, nuzzling further into your body. You exuded a heat that Malleus could find in no one else, a familiar warmth that was like sitting next to the hearth of a fire, yet one that seeped further than his skin and into his heart. 

“Everything is well today. Perhaps I just missed more than usual, my treasure.” Your hand ran through Malleus’ hair, earning a pleased rumble from Malleus in return. His head pushed further into your hand, silently asking for more of the affection that only you can give him. 

His response makes you chuckle in response, twirling a lock of hair between two fingers before continuing to run your hand through his hair. “You always miss me.” 

Malleus looked up at you, a light smile spread across his lips. The look in his eyes could only be described as adoring, a softness that was reserved only when he looks at you present. “Indeed I do. That doesn’t stop how I feel.” His left hand squeezed yours and you returned the gesture, smiling back at Malleus. 

Oh, how he loved to see you smile, specifically to see you smile because of him. It made him feel so soft, so warm in his chest he felt like he was going to be engulfed in flames and reduced to nothing, yet he would gladly welcome being burned if it meant it was because of you. 

You were his warmth among the cold castle that Malleus lived in and he couldn’t ask for it to be anyone else.

[styxwanderer]

The Wrong Fake Identity | Twisted Wonderland [pt.4]

part 1 Part 2 part 3 <part 4> part 5 part 6 part 7

[a.k.a being Marie the cat]

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You had been hauled up the ground and taken to Pomefiore, now you had curled up into vil's lap purring as he brush your hair with his golden decorated brush. Rook is seating across both you and Vil spewing poems of how beautiful your hair is.

" Another knot? ... This is a not good. whatever did that lion do to you, it's unforgiveable, I suggest we take you for a bath, gosh, even his perfume is rubbing on you."

" No! NO water! please" before Vil can hold you, you escaped by pounched out of his hold to the ground.

"Oh my!" rook stopped his poem speech as

" H-hey! you know not everything can go as you wished!"

" No water," you hiss.

" Fine, you want to go the hard way. Give it your best. Rook."

" Yes Roi du Poisson. Come here little kitty."

"Arggh!" you ran around trying to find an opening, but of course it is for naught, Afterall you are against a trained hunter and a skilled mage.

After a while you found yourself cornered with Vil coming in from your right and Rook from your left, going straight would be ridiculous because they could easily squeeze you.

You decided to bare your teeth hissing to not get them close to you.

" Oh really? c'mon you need to take a bath and get rid of that nasty smell around you." he crouched to your level and reached forward.

"No!" Without thinking you had scratch Vil's coming hand.

" Oh my !!"

" Roi du Poisson!!"

your senses kicked in, ' why did I do that? just because I don't want to take a bath? huh... since when am I scared of water? huhhhh...?" guilt pangs right through your heart as you ears and tail dropped. You approached the still crouching vil who is still observing his hand.

You see four tiny scratches on his hand, looking at your hand. ' Did the potion affect your nails too." guilt further stab your heart.

" I'm.. I'm sorry..." you take vil's injured hand and lick the injury you made. your guilt ridden eyes slowly looking to his.

This of course had stabbed the cupid's arrow right through both of their heart,

Vil sighed, " what am I to do with you, I can't even get mad at you. Don't worry, it's just a scratch now, it will be gone with the right ointment. Now will you listen to me."

You nooded still holding his hand in the both of your hand.

If vil could leave his reputation behind he would have crouch down to the floor then and there to squeeze and scream at your adorableness, but he can't he is the housewarden for God sake. He got dignity to maintain unlike Rook who somehow managed to get his camera and begun to busily and rapidly take photos of you.

" let's go then." He picks you up before going to the bathroom of pomefiore.

" we have arrived! the bath is already filled with hot water, alright now you need to take a bath."

" alright." you said take of your uniform and begun to open the button of your uniform.

once you got to the third button vil snapped out of his shock,

" WAIT!! wait wait wait... you don't suppose to strip right in front of us right?" Vil shocked before catching back his composure. Rook camera snapping a hundredth time.

"Hmm?"

" Oh.. r-right.... i will see you after then.."

"You.... haaah, really how can you survive without me, here after you take a bath put this on." Vil sigh.

" huh but this is pomefiore uniform...? no? this is a bit altered."

"Well what do you expect? we don't have any other clothing for you to wear. the world don't revolve around you, you know." Vil lied. Ever since the incidents with Ignihyde in Styx and seeing you with pomefiore uniform he had daydream of the day you wore it again, he also has a bunch of clothing he's like you to try, he even got a pomefiore themed dress/ suit and another suit/dress to match with his home attire, but that is for later now this will do. Afterall this sure is going to strike a nerve or two to the other dorms.

"I'm sorry! I'm just shock, and honored, Thank you, Vil!"

He smiled and close the door for you.

" Rook please share those photos to me."

" of course, Roi du Poisson."

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You had finished your bath, your hair wet as you put on your uniform.

"Vil? where are you?"

" Im here dear."

your wet hair in his hand. now come let's get you prepared.

Rook is sneaking inside the bathroom to take your used bath towel.

You followed Vil to the vanity. and then begun your pampering. He started blow drying your hair. once that done come the skin care, then a touch of make up.

you don't mind any of that, you wondered why Epel always complained about it. This is very relaxing; it feels like you are getting lots of pats and affection. you started to get sleepy.

" oh, my i hope that lazy lion does not infect you with his laziness, now look at you. All ready." he straighten crinkle your uniform.

"Now whatever shall we do to kill time? have you done all your homework."

" We don't have any homework due, just a group project."

" ah poor you, you must have been paired with those idiots."

" hahaha, not really, i like potion making, it's very fun." you said, truly crewel potion class remind you of your childhood of making horrid concoction, a mixture of whatever you could find. But now you can make something fruitful out of it.

“oh! We share the same interest it seems. Come I can share you several intresting book about that.”

“Oh reading time it is!” Rook followed.

You three walked to Vil’s room finding the book. He motioned you to the couch set in his room.

You lay down in vil’s lap as he use your back as a pillow for his arm and book. You are also occupied by your book. Rook sitting beside Vil, book in one hand and a grape in the other to feed you. Of course, it is just an excuse to touch your lips.

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Meanwhile with Sam,

“crewel is not in his office, where can he be…hmmm,”

A loud noise can be heard in Crowley office,

“C-CALM down, Crewel. This is very unprofessional of you. ”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! I’ll show you what is unprofessional, I will shove this stick up your—”

Sam opened the door to the office finding the faculty member in the room and a bizzare scene. Both of Crewel’s hand had gripped on the collar of the headmage, Vargas trying to pry him off Crowley, and Trein trying to diffuse the situation.

“Oh my.. did I come at a bad time?”

“Oh what business do you have, Sam? Is it urgent?”

“well it kind of is, I was searching for crewel but the rest of you are already here, so I will say it anyway, it’s in regard to one of the little imp, y/n.”

“Yes?” Crewel now intresting to what Sam has to has, letting go to Crowley and shoving vargas away.

Sam had hoped Crewel had not let go of Crowley so that he would not be the next victim to his choking, or at least have extra time to run away.

“Apparently, I was just informed that there is a defect in the transformation potion---”

Crewel had slapped his whip stick to his other hand.

“I am authorized to sell them alright!! It’s not illegal selling!”

“ It affect the behavior of the drinker to be more of the animal than a beastman kind.”

The man sigh as he squeeze his brow between his hand, Trein I believe I can leave this irresponsible crow for you to rip.

“ of course, afterall it is us teacher’s responsibility to take care of our students, unlike one old irresponsible crow. Vargas will make sure he doesn’t escape this one.”

“Eek!!..” Crowley is trapped he can’t find a way to escape this situation. And hence he had become the crying crow in a cage filled of beast.

“Sam follow me and bring me the defected potion, I shall brew the correction potion to what ever this is, I know it, I can’t trust anybody to take care of Them.”

“ Yes!”

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‘KNOCK KNOCK’

“housewarden you have a guest.”

“who is it?

“….”

“who is it?”

“Hah, Rook wait here I will deal with whatever this is.”

“alright.”

You had now been moved to rook’s lap, not that you mind, you continued with you reading as rook still feed you the grapes.

A minute and two has passed still no sign of Vil.

“ oh my, where could he be, Hold on a second kitten, I am just going to check whatever is going on outside.”

“okay..” he handed you a couple of grapes in your hand as he left you alone in the room.

A moment and two passed still no sign.

You got bored of being lonely as you start to also make your way towards the door, before there is a tap to the window.

“huh..”

“oiii… Oiiii!! y/n”

“Kalim?!”

You rushed to the window seeing him flying on the magic carpet,

“what are you doing here Kalim?”

“To get you of course!”

“hmm, but Vil and Rook told me to wait…”

“c’mon y/n, it will be fun! We will have a great feast and all!! Take my hand..”

“but…”

“Do you trust me?”

“ hmmm.. Alright",

Just as you hopped into the magic carpet the door slammed open revealing Vil and Rook.

“I knew it!! Theif! Rook!!”

“Yes! Roi du poisson.”

“ oh no we gotta go quickly quickly!” Kalim holding you in his embrace, he can’t afford to let you fall after all.” The magic carpet zoomed away just in time to avoid the leaping Rook, trying to hang on to its tassel.

“OUHH!,” you exc;aimed as you saw Room landing on the branch of the apple tree instead, him cussing himself for not being able to get to you in time.

“Bye Bye! See you later!” you screamed peeking through Kalim shoulder.”

“ STOPP! Waitt! I order you to come back!” Vil voice slowly fading away as you

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Before getting to Scarabia you both had a blast with Kalim showing you the whole campus from above.

You see tons of mesmerizing views.

“Hey Kalim look..”

“what is it?”

“ A bird.”

“ oh yeaa—, EHH Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

You hopped out of the carpet capturing one of the flying bird in your mouth before freezing and falling down.

“ AAA!!! Y/N!!!”

He quickly rushed down trying to catch you.

“ Just hold on a minute!!!” adrenaline suddenly shotting up his brain.

Just before you manage to hit the group Kalim scooped you up and back into his embrace.

“ HAaaa, I thought my heart is going to fall out!!. That’s dangerous you know, what if I can’t catch you in time?”

You smile sitting in his lap, docile with a bird in your mouth as if waiting for his praise.

“ Haaa,, I can’t stay mad at you! Good kitty! You bring good hunt for the feast, isn’t that, right? Im sure Jamil is going to be happy with your great catch! Just don’t mention him about you jumping and almost falling to your death. Anyway do cat beastman have 9 lives just like cats, I wonder.”

He pondered as he keeps his head on top of yours for the rest of the trip to Scarabia.

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In Scarabia,

“Jamil! We are back!”

“Oh great you are here. The banquet will be ready in 15 minute. You must be hungry right y/n” he looked at you,

You nodded you head excitedly still with a bird in your mouth, staring at Jamil anticipating a praise just as Kalim had done to you.

PSHHHKKK

Out of nowhere Jamil hand pull out a spray gun and spray your face.

“ Nyahhh!!” he keep spraying until you dropped the bird and pounced the the spot behind Kalim.

“Don’t bite a bird like that! It’s dirty you know.”

You stick your tongue to him.

“ A.. Wait.. There is a feather in you tongue..”

U huffed as u refused to comply to his request.

“kalim hold them please.”

“ He-Heyy!”

“now open your mouth.”

Jamil prying open your mouth. You had underestimate Jamil’s power, in no effort at all he had your mouth open wide and another hand pulling your tongue, Taking out the feather that is stuck in your tongue.

“ there we go not so bad isn’t it.” He smirked.

You look up to him pounting.

Jamil, the target, has been hit by cupid arrow, You might ass well have unlocked a new kink within him. He placed his hand on your head, between your ears,

“good kitty, I will cook this bird for you of that is what you want.”

“Yesss!!!” any evidence of your dissatisfaction are gone as you jump out of kalim’s hold and hug him nuzzling to Jamil in appreciation.

As much as Jamil want to stay like this with you, he need to prepare the rest of the food and also the bird that you had just brought him. He cussed Kalim, how nice can a guy’s life be.

You and Kalim begun to play around as he showed you around before Jamil called you both to the banquet. He even gifted you the uniform of Scarabia for you to change into.

It was a very festive banquet, with low dim light swinging and people showcasing the new thing a dance move or anything that they had learned.

You really had fun sitting in the middle of jamil and kalim.

“You know you are very welcome to stay in Scarabia with us alright!”

“hmm.. OK!”

“ whoa that fast!! Yeahhhh!!” Kalim jump to hug you as you reciprocate it by nuzzling to the bottom of his head.

Jamil grin widened, he can’t believe his plan work swimmingly, he is the one that had send that one pomefiore guy to distract Vil and Rook, letting you escape to Scarabia with Kalim. With the help of his unique magic of course, Vil must have been so confused about the state, he wished he had seem Vil’s reaction when he realized that the student is under his spell.

Now that you had stayed in Scarabia it is only a matter of time before he can steal you away from his housewarden, Kalim. He will never let you go after that, maybe even chained you to your collar, maybe you will be obedient to him but he can’t guarantee anybody would steal you away from him.

The banquet continues and by time you had found yourself sleeping the the lap of a sleeping kalim and jamil,

“Wait here alright,, im getting us some water.” Jamil said, moving your lower half to the floor to go to the kitchen.

You just nodded in as you went back to sleep.

“psst….”

“Psssstttttt…”

Your ears perked up as you groggily open one of your eyes.

“hmm..”

From the corner of your room you saw a feather going up and down then left and right.

Your sleepiness vanished as you grow interested on your new prey. Your eyes slitted.

As you grow close the feather begun shake and move behind.

Your cat instinct told you that your prey is getting away, taking a stance then you pounched away from the banquet room. You had caught the feather! Much to your contentment, Your prideful smile was cut short when a tall large man suddenly hold you up.

“MREOOWWW!!”

“I feel a sense of déjà vu… “ you thought.

“ Oh my, The cat has fallen to the fish’s trap, how ironic isn’t it”

You are flipped to see who had captured you.

“jade..And Floyd..? you see behind jade Floyd was tying the struggling and angry Jamil with a thick rope. Jamil hand is tied behind his back as it connects to his legs rendering him immobile, while a while cotton is tied around his mouth.

“HMMMMpp..HMMPP!!”

“Hi, Shrimp-cat~ look, I captured the snake! He is dancing funnily now ahahahahaha…”

“Now that we had come for what we need, Its time for us to depart, Azul is waiting for us, Come Floyd.”

“okayyy~”

And that is how you depart from Scarabia into Octavinelle in the embrace of Jade. Floyd trying to play with you with the feather attached to the stick along the way, keeping you intrested.

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With the first-years,

After the long hours of Sebek Snapping before bawling his eyes out for “my liege” the rest of them turn to search the whole ground shouting your name,

They even have created a make-shift of a teasing stick using a cattail and epel bringing his apple pillow that had intrested your mind.

“Y/n come here kitty kitty kitty…” Ortho in a high pitch tone.

“Y/N come here I got you that pillow you liked!”

“Y/N…”

“Y/N…”

“Haaaah no luck, No luck at all,” Grim grumbled.

“Hey look that’s professor Crewel!”

“ There you puppies are!”

“EEK!!”

“have you find y/n yet?’

“We did manage to find her before she had gone missing again.”

“HAaaah.. really, once I get them adopted I swear. “He mumbled the last part.

“ Once you find her you must b ring her straight to me understand, some guy got his hand on a defected potion and give it to dear kitten.”

“ I told you I am sorry, it’s not technically my fault, if I had known it was defective I would’ve never given it to the little Imp.”

“What do you mean it is defective?” Grim asked.

“ The one who brew the potion had make an imbalanced concotion, resulting in who ever drinks it to act more like the animal they transform into rather than a werebeast.”

“UWAAA! That is very dangerous you kno!” Ace said

“ HOW IRRESPONSIBLE HUMAN!”

“Why do you have that potion in the first place isn’t illegal?” Epel interjects

“Im sorry! Im sorry! And yes I am authorized to, I have a bit on stock just for the students who needed it.”

“is there any other bad side effect to this?” Jack asked.

“I haven’t determined it yet, right now I am trying to make a sort of antidote for it. So once you found her bring her straight to me understood pups?

“Sir, Yes sir.”

“ Hey jack can you like.. Turn into the dog and sniff around.” Ace said

“What do you mean by that? My nose is just as great as it is on my Wolf form, And it’s a wold not a dog!.” Jack arm crossed as he answer with the guy’s dumb question.

“aaa we are hopeless!..” deuce said.

“We can’t give up now! Lets search for more!” Ortho trying to be optimistic,

“I can’t reach idia at all, I was going to ask him about the school feed.” He whisphered.

“LET’S MAKE HASTE, HUMAN!” Sebek yelled

And so, they went on a journey to find you.

[ Words 3278]

>> to be continued<<

.·:*¨༺ ❈ ༻¨*:·.

Taglist: @agaygothicmushroom @feverish-dove @jjsmeowthie @losingmybrain @mysticcyan

[ hey if anybody want to be added in this taglist please do comment and i will add you in the next part]

[half-an-hour-hence]

The ghosts in a sentence:

Captain: pathetic wet cat tries and fails miserably to suppress homosexual thoughts

Mary: woman who has done no wrong ever falls victim to misogyny

Robin: silly caveman becomes the resident therapist while simultaneously having ungodly levels of unresolved trauma

Thomas: failed poet is a bit of a loser and falls hopelessly in love with and obsesses over every woman he sets eyes on

Fanny: stuck up middle aged woman actually has twenty two AO3 tabs open on her phone and is a mathematical genius

Kitty: tragic little ray of sunshine who will adopt you as her best friend without your permission and will insist that you are bonded forever

Julian: yet another conservative struggles with the concept of guilt and takes ages to admit responsibility for the consequences of his actions

Humphrey: local loner forced to marry badass Frenchwoman and spends eternity wondering if swords were a good choice of furnishing

Pat: adorable little guy who’s wife cheated on him because he is autistic

[eyesxxyou]

c-c-c-c-cherry bomb!

hobie brown

smut - [✓] no smut - [×]

series

www.backstage show.com [✓]

↳ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / finale

- you finally get to meet your favorite band and the lead vocalist takes a liking to you. He decides he shouldn't keep such a beauty to himself.

www.confessions.com [✓]

↳ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

- after years of being missing, Hobie finally returns back to his hometown where his childhood crush still waits for him. but you're more dedicated to God than ever and he couldn't care less. he wants you and he intends show you all that you're missing out on

www.sunshine.com [✓]

↳ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

- you have a list of reasons why you don't like hobie brown but you never thought being locked in the closet with him would make you reconsider if your reasons are actually all the reasons why you like him.

www.rough hands.com [✓]

↳ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

- the mary janes and the mutts have had a longstanding hatred for one another for years but you can't seem to resist the antics of hobie brown

www.pearl of the sea masterlist.com [×]

-hobie brown never wanted to be a pirate, with a love for the ocean and a hatred for her children, he never intended on rescuing the thing he despises most in this world. a siren.

oneshots

www.all mine.com [×]

- you made your decision, thought things were over between you and hobie brown for good. but was your decision really the right one?

www.fun and games.com [✓]

↳ my hero.com [✓]

- you and Hobie have long been playing the game of cat and spider. you chase, you fight, you fuck, you fight again, and you two love your games.

www.strawberries & cigarettes.com [×]

- no one believes that someone like you and someone like Hobie belong together. Your love is messy, chaotic, and painful, but it's caring, honest, and beautiful as well.

www.cybersex.com [✓]

- after a scandal, hobie decides he needs a change in his career. that's where you come in, a camgirl he plans to make a sextape with.

www.Peeved.com [✓]

- Hobart Brown gets or your last nerve, with his "fuck all" attitude and disregard for your practice times. But you have to admit, you love his hands

www.Hobie x Virgin!Reader.com [✓]

- hobie never expected you to be a virgin and he's totally okay with that but you are not.

www. just talkin'.com [✓]

- you broke up with hobie for reasons out of your control and it seems as if he's intent on making you regret it.

www.monster under your bed.com [✓]

www.nude bodies.com [✓]

- you've been long time best friends with hobie for years, both secretly pining after each other. you both think nothing will ever come of your feelings until hobie asks to draw you nude.

drabbles

www.Hobie Adores You.com [×]

www.Piercer!Hobie.com [✓]

www. Trans!Hobie.com [✓]

↳ Trans!Hobie pt.2.com [✓]

www.Perverted!Hobie.com [✓]

www.ghostface!hobie.com [✓]

www.size kink Hobie.com [✓]

www.just the tip.com [✓]

www.vamp!hobie.com [✓]

www.teddy.com [✓]

www.head with hobie.com [✓]

drabble requests

www.fawning.com [×]

www.virgin!hobie.com [✓]

www.hobie x plus size!reader.com [×]

www.High Sex with hobie.com [✓]

www.sub!Hobie x dom!reader.com [✓]

www.oral fixation.com [✓]

www.easy.com [✓]

www.darlin'.com [✓]

www.edging.com [✓]

www.phonecall fun.com [✓]

www.babyfever.com [✓]

www.first time.com [✓]

www.heaven.com [✓]

www.favor.com [✓]

www.perversion.com [✓]

www.not my fault.com [✓]

www.higher power.com [✓]

www.need this.com [✓]

headcanons

www.Hobie Headcanons.com [✓]

↳ ❝ [mix of sfw and nsfw because I've been thinking alot] ¡! ❞

www.passive lover.com

www.milf Hobie.com

www.siren hobie.com

www.pirate hobie.com

miguel o'hara

series

www.that's what they all say.com [✓]

↳ /pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

- you and miguel have had tension from the very first moment you met. the only problem is that miguel is your dad's best friend. what happens when you two finally find yourselves alone?

oneshots

www.monster.com [✓]

- you and Miguel work on a serum to help him escape from the clutches of Alchemax but your efforts take a turn

www.forgiveness.com [✓]

-miguel has only every known how to be good, he's never had anything he needed to feel guilty over. not until you came into his life.

drabbles

www.Miguel as a Father.com [×]

www.Miguel against the counter.com [✓]

www.Perverted!Miguel.com [✓]

www.Rich!Miguel.com [✓]

www.professor!miguel.com [✓]

www.Miguel x somno!reader.com [✓]

www.gladiator!miguel x reader.com [✓]

↳ gladiator!miguel (pt. 2) [✓]

drabble requests

www.trans!Miguel x reader.com [×]

www.hairy.com [✓]

[mxqdii]

hi!! so, I was wondering if you could do a Matt x girly reader head cannon, if you haven't already of course! Like I'm just imagining reader always wearing pink and skirts and dresses and always having her hair and makeup done? Idk I'm sure you could make it super cute<3!

headcannons - m.s x girly gf

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

summary: headcannons

warning(s): mentions of getting cat called

not proofread

matt would watch you do your makeup in amazement like everytime. (although he thinks you're beautiful either way)

i feel like the fans would find you and matts relationship sooo cute like seeing matt x girly reader is soo AWHH

he would def be very protective over you (like extra) i can't really explain why

would for sure call you 'cute' like everyday

loves when you put bows in your hair, like finds it absolutely adorable and it melts his heart

even though you ask nick to take most of your instagram pics, if you asked him?? he'd be smiling the whole time and probably get distracted staring at you and forget to take the pics 😭

bye if someone cat calls you?? jaw is clenched and chris probably has to hold him back 💀

loves when you kiss his cheek and it leaves a lipstick mark (he'd be the type to not wipe it off)

if your skirt rides up (i hate when this happens) he'd make sure to pull it down for you and tbh is just always looking out for you

his hand is always on your thigh

wakes you up with coffee or tea (whichever u prefer) in a pink mug

ties your shoes for you or if you wear mary janes he would strap them for you (if that makes sense)

would buy candles you like and put them in his room so he could light them when you come over (nick and chris tell him his room smells like you after)

if you wear a girly perfume sent?? the boy is obbsesed and would always be near you, hugging you extra, he's in love with your scent

if you read, he'd just stare at you adored at your focusness, loving your expressions as you keep reading.

always buys you jewlery or pink things in general

buys you stuffed animals

lets you put facemasks on him because he likes how happy you get

keeps candy in his pockets for you (or something sweet)

buys you starbucks

TAGLIST:

@annaisabookworm @stargirlv0id @strniolo

[oda-cipresi]

Omg you have so many dragon requests but I have to add. Do you think you could write head canons about how it would be for the fellowship include a reader with a dragon companion? If not the fellowship then Frodo x reader with a dragon companion. Sorry if that’s confusing. I’m a confusing girl 🤷‍♀️ I love your writing and I hope your doing well ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much for the compliment :D I went with the entire fellowship but did focus relatively more on Frodo (somewhat). I honestly like the dragon requests but I always think too much into what do you guys imagine the dragon as so I try not to specify too much. I hope you like it :)

(This is not proofread so I apologise for any grammar mistakes. If you find any please point them out)

~Cipresa <3

Fellowship with a reader who has a dragon companion

-I think that in general they would all be scared at first, except Gandalf who has seen similar things in the distant past.

-I think Aragorn would be the first to accept the fact that there's a dragon in their company.

-Second would be either Marry and Pippin or Legolas, for for the latter I can't quite decide since he did fight in the Battle of Five armies and has seen the damage dragon's flame did to his father, but then again with his personality he would be more understanding and would eventually make peace with the dragon.

-Frodo and Sam wouldn't be that thrilled, especially Sam since he can get quite worried but would put up a brave front for Frodo, and Frodo, while wary due to the stories about Smaug Bilbo told him, would still be quite quick to accept, especially due to his curiosity taking over.

-Boromir and Gimli would be the last. GimlI would hold his ground and call the dragon every name under the sun until the very end, and would accept the dragon only after realising how helpful the “overgrown lizard” is in battle. Boromir would be fascinated but also not thrilled, though he couldn't wait to tell Faramir about it one he returns home (he doesn't die in this because I said so)

-Mary and Pippin would use the dragon in their pranks, oddly enough the dragon would comply with them.

-Everyone did start appreciating the warmth that radiated off of the dragon and the fact that they didn't have to carry all the luggage

-The dragon adored Gandalf and ended up acting like an overgrown cat with him.

-The dragon didn't like Frodo at first due to him being the ring bearer, but eventually got over it after you scolded him. Frodo managed to bargain with him by secretly giving him snacks and you started wondering why you precious companion was gaining weight and suddenly started being around Frodo more. Once you caught on you banned Frodo from feeding the dragon which resulted in the overgrown fire lizard sulking.

-At the battle of black gate they saw the dragons full potential when it burned the orcs by thousands, frying them completely, and they started respecting it even more.

-I think after everything is over Frodo and Aragorn would over to to live there, if you chose Shire, the kids there would be using the dragon as a playground, of you chose Minas Tirith then the dragon would be the guardian of the city

[hangesdarling]

Hello I’m aware your request are open so allow me to ask for Mary and/or yumeko with a fem!reader who’s shorter then them

(Idk if you write poly but I’d like it if it was and yumeko x Mary x reader please)

Yumeko and Mary with a shorter girlfriend...

PAIRING. Yumeko Jabami x fem!reader x Mary Saotome

CONTENT. just yumeko and mary being the best girlfriends <33

A/N. i'm happy to do both hehe

being yumeko and mary's girlfriend could be a lot of fun and disaster

they both like how much you're shorter than them as they find the height difference extremely cute

the first year you and mary were classmates, she would subtly tease you, snickering when you're right beside her because of the height difference but her teasing often sounded like flirting and when you teased her back, she'd become a blushing mess

the first time you and yumeko met, it was in a gambling room. after that game, yumeko found you interesting and was looking after you. she moved silently so you didn't notice her peeking over your shoulder which surprised you. she apologized for surprising you. she remarked how adorable you were when you studied your cards. a day never passed when she's not around you since then.

when you can't reach something on the shelf, mary would be the type to just reach it for you. no trouble, anything for her girlfriend, sure

on the other hand, yumeko would playfully lift you by your waist so you could get it, laughing more if you ever topple over each other (mary just shakes her head at you two)

mary thinks you look adorable when you borrow her clothes because they look longer on you, her bigger shirts might look like a short dress when you wear it

yumeko loves sharing her clothes with you too, and would probably wear some of yours despite how short it is on her.

yumeko always manages to convince you and mary to have slumber parties on weekends. you'd probably spend the night painting each other's nails a cute shade or playing different variations of poker

at bedtime, mary insists on being your bigger spoon while yumeko usually switches around so she can hug both you and mary (better keep her in the middle)

yumeko is the cuddliest so she would often hug you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder or the top of your head while mary likes it when your face is buried in her chest

"you look like a cat, y/n," yumeko would say, poking your cheek. "eh? what does that mean?" you would chuckle. "when you cuddle into mary's chest, you look just like a cat. pretty cute," she would giggle, placing a soft kiss on your nose. (in reality, she just wants to cuddle you like that more often or have mary cuddle you both like a pair of felines)

expect to receive a lot of forehead kisses from both of them

when in a waiting line, they instinctively put you in front so they can put their hands around your shoulders or your waist

mary pats your head or ruffles your hair whenever you cuddle with her. a reassuring hand is her show of affection

yumeko always takes your hand, loving how it feels around her fingers

both adore you when you try on high heels but love whatever you put on nonetheless

mary and yumeko always tell you you're just the right size for cuddles and never fail to make you feel that way

likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated, sweethearts <3

[jaylaxies]

BOYFRIEND!JUNGWON HEADCANONS

pairing: jungwon × fem!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 531 words!

a/n: hihii! it’s my first time posting something sfw, i hope you guys like it! it was requested by anonnie (here), all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated <3

He knows exactly how to get you flustered—by pecking you on random occasions. You could be talking and he’d lean in to press his lips upon yours for barely just a second before he steps back to observe your shocked expression with a goofy smile.

Wonie loves to surprise you with gifts and he’s extra attentive when it comes to your likes and dislikes. He’d probably have every single thing noted down in his notes app just to prevent accidentally forgetting even the minute things about you. Your favourite colour? He knows it. Favourite flowers? He’ll get you those. Favourite book? He’ll read it just so he can have you discuss it with him, excitement clear on your face. And your favourite person? That’ll always be him.

He waits right by your side when you cook, giggling when you ask him to taste a spoonful of the dish but not before you blow on it and feed him yourself, holding a hand under his chin, only to see his eyes go wide with how good it tastes.

His face quite literally lights up whenever you text him, it can be something as small as a “good morning” to as big of a paragraph of you describing something which reminded you of Wonie, he’s gonna love it, especially when he always makes sure to send you updates about his entire day.

He won’t let you go to sleep before kissing your forehead. During the times you fall asleep on his shoulder, he makes sure not to move just so your sleep doesn’t get disturbed, and even then he’ll make sure to lean in and give a featherlight kiss to your temple, giving you soft head pats or playing with your hair right after.

Nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck whenever you’re hugging or cuddling, because it feels comfortable. He’s almost like a cat, craving for affection and he’s the happiest when you provide him with your undivided attention.

It’s the little things he does, which includes not letting you walk on the edge simply because he wants you to be safe, not to mention how he’ll make sure to have your fingers intertwined whenever you walk together.

Wonie likes to randomly take pictures of you when he takes you out to eat, it doesn’t matter if it’s a snack or a whole meal because the way you take a bite and look his way which is followed by you giving him your brightest smile, which he’d capture, his gummy smile accompanying yours, saying how you’re too cute to not be captured every few minutes.

It doesn’t matter if you’re talking, laughing, cuddling, eating, or simply breathing, he’s going to find every single thing about you adorable, and he’d make it his mission to verbally tell you that you look cute, just to see a shy smile gracing your face.

Staying awake till four AM, talking about every single thing that comes to his mind because he feels free with you, wanting to express his emotions and get to know about your thoughts about even the littlest thing such as your opinions on his new playlist he made for you.

THANK YOU FOR READING!

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The triplets kittens snuck in to NRC to see their big sister figure Crewle daughter, and seeing her they all are happy and admire her alot, and she adore them as if they are their siblings

What's more that childhood friends knows if you're close when they called you big brother

Vil, Leona, Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Deuce be when the kitties calling them big brother and quietly said " can you marry big sis (yn)?? We think you'll be a good mate/husband for them "

The Kittens | Crewel Daughter Reader

The kittens would rather infiltrate the princess academy because that is where you usually are

And when they do they’re pampered beyond compare

So its entirely different when they end up in NRC

Now the thing with NRC is that the school is on a private island

That takes a lot to travel to anyway 

So the only way they’ll end up there is through nefarious means

Beating up and apprehending their kidnapper

They don’t know what to do but they recognize their beloved godfather

“Ah my little kittens, what are you doing here?”

Appalled by their journey 

he takes good care of them and eventually the beast children meet your obsessive suitors:

Vil Schoenheit 

“So Miwster Vil?”

“Yes, young Marie?”

“Awr you taken by anyone?”

“You mean…romantically? Well, you know me and (Y/n) have been together since the beginning.”

“Ooooh so you’ll marry godsiwster one day?” 

“Hehehe, yes.”

He knows he’s destined to be with you

He’s just happy your godsiblings can recognize him as your lover already

He treats them well despite Toulese and Berlioz puffing their chests at him 

Whipping children into beautiful shape is his expertise

Naturally, when Duchess is finally able to pick them up she recognizes him 

“Oh thank you, Vil! Their hair! And their dress! They look divine! But even in your youth, you were such a proper gentleman!”

“Why thank you, Duchess. Your praise is an honor.”

He expects this will carry over when Duchess and Marie talk next

Leona Kingscholar

“Hey! Big Bwother!”

“Ugh what?!” 

“Are you gonna marry (Y/n)!?!?”

“What?”

“Big sis! Are you gonna be her mate fwor life?”

“...Yeah, if anyone tells you different bite them for me.”

“Yes th-thwir!”

Toulouse the little orange cat boy is set on following the strong lion around

Similar to Cheka in that he endlessly follows Leona around

But his energy is more like Jack in that he admires the dorm leader’s strength and coolness

He doesn’t immediately push him away because he’s so familiar with you

He knows this kid will be singing his praises to you when he finally meets back up with you

“Y-your highness!? I apologize for any trouble my son might have given you!”

“It’s fine. The little tiger is definitely going places.”

“I’m so grateful! Thank you, your highness.”

Yeah, he better deliver

Maybe putting the wall of you visiting if the little tike ever wants to see him again

Azul Ashengrotto

“You’re vewy smart big browther!”

“Why thank you!”

“Will you marry big sis (Y/n)?”

“E-excuse me?”

Berlioz takes to his side right away

Proudly wearing his tie as he cutely escorts guests around

His glasses fog up in heat as he imagines what your kid would be like

Not only will this kid give him rapor with you 

The Duchess is a renowned noble in the Shaftlands

A wonderful investor and corroborator for any romantic ventures

“It was an honor tending to your child, he was a pleasure.”

“Well, that certainly puts me at ease. You’re such a bright young man it's hard to believe your so young. Your maturity reminds me of (Y/n) do you know her.”

“Oh I do. More than you’d believe”

Jade Leech 

“Well here you are little lady.”

“Why thank you Jade! You truly are quite the gentleman. Big Sis (Y/n) would looove you.”

“Oh would she?”

“Mmmhmm I’ll tell her about you when I get home. But! You have to let me be the flower girl at your wedding, okay?”

“Yes, m’lady.”

He’s got his gentleman butler+ act on lock 

Perfect for catering to Marie’s little lady personality

And like a little noble lady she makes promises and is bound to gossip

Which seems to be in favor of Jade 

Who smiles as he recognizes the behaviors that she’s copied 

From you of course

“Duchess your daughter was a lovely guest.”

“I can’t help but thank you for taking care of her.”

“And I humbly accept.”

Floyd Leech

“Oi oi where ya going so fast?”

“I’m running because I know I need to train to be the fastest tiger ever!”

“Ah? Then let me help you!”

“Wow! You're so fast and strong! I’d say you're a perfwect mwate for Big Sis (Y/n).”

“Yeah I think so too.”

He enjoys the seemingly endless energy of Toulouse 

He only runs faster because he’s pumped just thinking about you in the future

Sitting back while he runs with your little one

It's just a matter of time

“Thank you, Floyd. Toulouse is tired out but it seems he had fun.”

“Yeah we did! He was a blast!”

He thinks fondly of him but doesn’t expect much until you thank him later

Deuce Spade

“Ya ever think about marryin’ Big Sis (Y/n)?”

“W-what?! What are y–”

“I think you should. I'd like to have more fun with you!”

He doesn’t connect that Berloiz and you are related in any way

Until the little cat boy flicks his ears as Deuce offhandedly swoons as he talks about you

When he does he gets flustered 

Before getting laughed at and going back to playing with him

He bows deeply to Duchess when she returns

“T-thank you for being there for (Y/n)! Consider this a small thank you for that!”

“Oh? Such vigor for a young man. Well, I am grateful you watched over my little gent. I’m sure (Y/n) would be pleased as well.”

“R-really?!” 

He can’t help blushing aggressively at your name

He hopes the duchess doesn’t laugh at him when she tells you

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the detective & the dark knight | chapter 1

Summary: Detective Marie Manning, investigating a series of brutal murders in Gotham, crosses paths with the mysterious Batman. As they work together, their mutual respect turns into a deep, passionate bond. Amidst danger and corruption, their unlikely partnership evolves into a profound love, forever changing their lives in Gotham’s dark corners.

Pairing: Batman/Bruce Wayne x f! main character

Author’s note: Just a heads-up, the first chapter is all about getting to know Marie better. I know it can be a bit of a wait to see the fun stuff, but hang tight! I promise the upcoming chapters will be filled with lots of adorable Bruce moments, sweet romance, and plenty of action. Stay tuned for all the fluff and excitement!

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings/tags: mentions of gun violence, police bribes, fighting, murder

Chapter List

Marie Manning awoke to the harsh beep of her alarm clock, jolting her from a restless sleep. She slapped the snooze button, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments.

The pale morning light filtered through the blinds, a muted reminder of another sleepless night. Her mind was already racing, caught in a swirl of half-finished thoughts and fleeting memories of a dream she couldn’t quite recall.

With a groan, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and shuffled through her well-practiced morning routine. Her one-bedroom apartment was modest but functional, every piece of furniture carefully chosen for utility rather than style. It wasn’t much, but it was home—at least for now.

Her cat, a gray tabby named Marbles, sat perched on the edge of the bed, watching her with an almost judgmental gaze. “Remind me to get my clothes ready the night before next time,” she muttered, glancing at the wrinkled shirt she was about to pull on.

By the time she stepped outside, the chill in the air was sharp enough to sting her cheeks. Her neighborhood wasn’t exactly picturesque.

The garbage-filled streets and graffiti-covered walls were constant reminders of Gotham’s decay.

She ignored the distant sounds of an argument spilling out of a bodega, keeping her gaze fixed ahead. Her precinct was only a fifteen-minute walk, but in this part of town, that was plenty of time to be reminded why people locked their doors at night.

Gotham had a way of making you forget your humanity, Marie thought as she walked through the grim streets, her boots scraping against the cracked sidewalk.

People here weren’t just hardened by crime—they were numb to it. Their faces were maps of survival, etched with the years of violence, poverty, and loss that Gotham served up daily. Their eyes—dull, lifeless—looked through you like you were just another shadow to avoid. Like the light inside them had flickered out long ago.

And yet, here she was, pushing forward into it. She couldn’t walk away. Not when every corner seemed to echo with the cries of the city’s lost souls.

There was no escape from Gotham's grip. People tried, sure. Some left for a while—but they always came back.

Gotham’s darkness was as much a part of them as their blood, their bones. You couldn’t outrun it, couldn’t shake it loose—and goddamn anyone who thought they could.

Marie tightened the collar of her coat as she crossed a litter-strewn intersection, her gaze flicking up to the flickering neon sign above a dingy diner. The “Open” sign buzzed faintly in the misty morning air, but inside, the scene was the same—tired eyes, the sullen clink of coffee cups, hushed conversations. Everyone was just going through the motions, waiting for something to change. But nothing ever did, did it?

She remembered when she first joined the Gotham City Police Department. Back then, the city seemed like it was something she could fix.

She had the ambition of youth, the idealism of someone who believed that sheer willpower could change the world. The job was supposed to be about justice—about protecting people. But as the years passed, the weight of it all started to sink in.

She’d seen too many cases where the criminals weren’t caught because someone higher up—corrupt politicians, dirty cops— had buried the evidence. Too many families left to pick up the pieces of shattered lives, while the ones responsible for the pain walked away, their pockets full of blood money.

It was a cycle. A vicious, unrelenting cycle. You couldn’t fix Gotham. Not with one person. Not even with a hundred. And yet, she kept trying. Maybe because, deep down, Marie knew the truth: if she stopped trying, if she let Gotham swallow her whole like it had so many others, it would be over. There’d be nothing left.

As she approached the precinct, the usual chaos filtered out of the building’s grimy windows—shouted arguments, ringing phones, the constant hum of a machine that had long since lost its soul. She let out a breath, willing herself to swallow the dread that started to form in her chest. But she was here, and she’d do her job.

This was where she belonged.

Marie pushed through the doors, and the cacophony of the bullpen hit her instantly. The chatter, the hum of printers, the voices that never stopped.

She moved through it like a ghost, not really seeing her colleagues, just focusing on the task ahead. But as she passed Bullock’s desk, his voice broke through her thoughts.

“Manning!” he called out, his gravelly voice laced with the kind of tiredness that made him sound like he had too much of this city in him. “Gordon wants you in his office. Now.”

“Great,” she muttered under her breath.

She didn’t need to be told twice. She grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair and headed for Gordon’s office, the clatter of typewriters and ringing phones fading behind her. It was quieter here—if you could call it that. Gordon’s office was always a chaotic mess of files, folders, and half-drunk coffee mugs.

Yet, in that chaos, there was always a certain order. A grim kind of order that came from years of dealing with Gotham’s most twisted cases.

She knocked once before stepping in, and Gordon didn’t even look up from his desk.

“Manning,” he said, his voice low and tired. “Sit.”

The chair creaked as she lowered herself into it. She met his eyes briefly—he looked worn, his graying hair mussed, glasses perched precariously on his nose. But there was a sharpness in his gaze that never wavered. Gordon had seen it all. The murders. The corruption. The city’s slow, inevitable decay. And still, he kept fighting.

As she sat across from him, she could see it now, more than ever. Jim Gordon wasn’t just a man who wore the badge. He was one of the few left who still cared about Gotham. A man who fought tirelessly against the same darkness that had consumed so many others. 

There were days when Marie wondered how he could keep going, how he could still wake up every morning and do the impossible. His eyes carried the weight of every injustice the city had thrown at him—every crooked politician, every dead child, every unsolved case. But he never gave up. Not once. Not ever.

He was tired, sure. His shoulders slumped more each day, the lines on his face deeper, but the fire inside him had never dimmed. His sense of justice was like an anchor in this sinking city, and even when everyone else gave up or turned away, Gordon was still there, standing between Gotham and complete destruction. He believed in the city—something she wasn’t sure most people could still say.

Gordon finished up whatever he was writing and turned his attention to her before announcing, “I’m assigning you to the Southside homicides,” as slid a thick file toward her.

Marie’s stomach tightened. The Southside homicides were all anyone at the precinct could talk about—bodies discovered with eerie regularity, each bearing the same distinctive red lotus tattoo. Her experience up to now had been limited to carjackings and robberies. This was a whole new level.

“Gordon, I—” She began, then stopped herself. Showing self-doubt in front of Gordon was a mistake she wouldn’t make. She hadn’t even had a cup of coffee yet, or 5 minutes at her desk to start her morning, but that didn’t matter. In Gotham, you learned to hit the ground running—or you didn’t survive.

Gordon set his glasses down and leaned back in his chair, scrutinizing her in that way he always did when he had something important to say. “Marie,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “You’ve been ready for this. You just don’t believe it yet.”

She stayed silent, her jaw tightening. Gordon had a way of reading her too well, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“I remember when you first walked into this precinct, three years ago,” he continued, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Fresh out of the academy, eager to prove yourself. You were all nerves and determination back then. Hell, you barely spoke above a whisper that first month.”

Marie couldn’t help but crack a small smile at that. She remembered those early days vividly—the overwhelming noise of the bullpen, the skeptical glances from seasoned detectives, the constant pressure to keep up.

“You took every case I threw at you,” Gordon said. “Didn’t matter how small or thankless. And you didn’t just do the work—you owned it. I noticed, even if you thought no one did.”

She looked down at the file in her hands, her cheeks warming slightly.

“I’ve always trusted you, Manning,” Gordon said firmly. “Not just because you’re good at what you do, but because you care. You actually give a damn about this city, and that’s rare in this line of work.”

His expression grew more serious as he turned to look out the window, his back to Marie. He let out a weary sigh before speaking. “You’re one of the few I can trust,” he said quietly. “Falcone’s bought out 70% of the cops in this precinct. Maroni’s probably got his hooks in several as well. I’d be naive to think my police force is clean—untouchable. It’s far from it.”

Marie absorbed his words, feeling the weight of his trust and the burden of the responsibility he was placing on her shoulders. Gordon’s fatigue was evident, a reflection of the strain the case and the corruption in the city were putting on him.

“You’re one of the only detectives I can say with absolute certainty hasn’t been bought out. I know you’re good,” Gordon continued, leaning back in his chair.

Marie met his gaze, feeling the weight of his words settle in her chest. She wanted to believe him, to trust that she really was as capable as he said. But doubt was a stubborn thing.

“I need you on this case,” Gordon said, his expression growing serious again.

Marie nodded slowly, the gravity of his trust sinking in.

“You’ve earned this,” he added. “Don’t let anyone—especially yourself—tell you otherwise.”

For the next half hour, they sat in Gordon’s office, the dim overhead light casting long shadows across the cluttered desk as he meticulously walked her through the case. His gravelly voice outlined the gruesome details, his words laced with urgency.

Marie listened intently, jotting notes in her small leather notebook, but as the scope of the case unfolded—mutilated bodies, cryptic tattoos, and a citywide undercurrent of fear—she couldn’t shake the growing unease in her chest.

She nodded and asked the occasional question to mask the nagging doubt creeping into her mind. As much as she tried to focus, the weight of it all pressed against her, making her feel as though she were a rookie again, scrambling to find her footing in Gotham’s chaos.

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That evening, after hours spent poring over gruesome crime scene photos and case details, Marie felt like her brain was swimming. The red lotus tattoos were the only clear connection, but the varying methods of execution—drowning, burning, gunshots—hinted at a calculated, sadistic plan.

The docks appeared repeatedly in the case notes, a known haven for criminal activity. It was a logical place to start.

By the time she arrived, the sky was a dark canvas, the stars obscured by Gotham’s ever-present haze. The air was crisp, carrying the faint aroma of salt and rotting fish. Shadows stretched long across the wooden planks, the dim streetlamps casting everything in an eerie glow.

She moved cautiously, her boots echoing softly against the dock’s worn surface. The distant hum of the city was muted here, replaced by the rhythmic lapping of water against the pier.

Then, a commotion broke the stillness—grunts and cries, the unmistakable sounds of a struggle.

Marie rounded the corner cautiously, her hand instinctively hovering near her sidearm.

The scene ahead was almost surreal. Under the dim orange glow of a flickering streetlamp, two figures moved in a violent, chaotic rhythm. One, cloaked in dark armor that seemed to meld with the shadows, was unmistakably Batman. The other—a wiry, masked attacker—was just as swift, lunging at the caped figure with a brutal desperation.

Marie froze, her breath catching in her throat. She’d heard the stories: the myth of Gotham’s dark knight, whispered among cops and criminals alike.

Some described him as a demon, others a man consumed by vengeance. But seeing him now, so tangible yet so otherworldly, was entirely different. He moved with precision and power, his strikes surgical.

The attacker swung wildly, a glint of metal catching Marie’s eye—a knife. Batman sidestepped, the blade barely missing its mark. In one fluid motion, he caught the man’s wrist, twisting it with a sickening crack that echoed across the alley.

The knife clattered to the ground, but the assailant didn’t yield. He kicked out, catching Batman in the ribs. The blow barely seemed to faze him.

Batman retaliated with a savage uppercut, sending the attacker stumbling back against a stack of rusted barrels. He followed up with a brutal combination: a sharp elbow to the jaw, a knee to the gut, and a final hammering punch to the chest. The assailant collapsed to the ground with a guttural groan, writhing in pain.

Marie’s heart pounded in her chest as she processed the scene. The ferocity of the fight, the raw power Batman displayed—it was both mesmerizing and terrifying.

She glanced at the ground nearby and saw a man bound and barely conscious, slumped against the curb. His shirt was torn, exposing a red lotus tattoo on his shoulder. The symbol immediately clicked with the case she was working on.

Gathering her courage, Marie stepped forward. Her boots scraped against the gravel, drawing Batman’s attention. He turned his head sharply, his white eyes narrowing beneath the shadow of his cowl.

She’d heard stories, of course—how he moved like a ghost, how he struck fear into the worst of Gotham.

But watching him now, seeing the controlled fury in every strike, made her question whether “human” even applied. He was something else entirely. And yet, as he looked at her, there was something startlingly familiar in his gaze. Something tired.

For a moment, she hesitated. This was the infamous vigilante, someone she had only known through hearsay and secondhand accounts. Yet here he was, flesh and blood, standing between the shadows and the chaos.

Marie raised her hands slowly, palms out, a gesture of peace. Her movements were deliberate, careful not to provoke the imposing figure in front of her. “I’m Detective Marie Manning,” she said, keeping her voice steady despite the adrenaline surging through her veins. 

“I’m the lead detective on this case. We need to get him to safety. I can help.” She nodded toward the unconscious victim, her gaze flicking between Batman’s stoic mask and the man on the ground.

Batman studied her in silence, his imposing figure completely still. His gaze was unreadable, but she felt the weight of his scrutiny, as if he were peeling back layers to determine her intentions.

Finally, he gave a curt nod. “The victim is critical,” he said, his gravelly voice low but commanding. “Get him to a hospital immediately.”

Marie didn’t waste time. She activated her radio, her voice sharp as she requested an ambulance, but as the dispatcher relayed the delayed ETA, she realized the situation was urgent. “Fuck, I’ll take him myself,” she muttered, more to herself than to Batman, frustration bubbling up as the weight of the situation settled in.

Batman nodded. Without another word, they worked together to lift the victim.

Batman’s strength was a force of nature, effortless as he maneuvered the limp body, while Marie struggled slightly with the weight. She managed to open the back door of her car, and together, they laid the man across the seat.

As they worked, Batman’s voice broke the silence, low and deliberate. “The guy who attacked him… I’ve seen him around Falcone’s men. Maroni’s crew too. But I couldn’t get a positive ID.” He gave a brief glance toward the victim, his expression unreadable beneath the cowl.

Marie’s brow furrowed, processing his words. “Falcone and Maroni…” she murmured, her mind racing with the implications. But she didn’t ask for more; she knew Batman wasn’t one for long explanations.

Marie slammed the car door shut, her heart still pounding from the chaos of the moment, and glanced over her shoulder one last time—only to find the alley behind her empty, the dark figure of Batman gone.

The only trace of his departure was the faintest whisper of movement in the shadows, leaving Marie standing by her car, the weight of the night pressing down on her as she slid into the driver’s seat and sped off toward the hospital.

At the hospital, Marie stayed long enough to ensure the victim was stabilized. During his brief moments of lucidity, he mumbled about being taken but couldn’t recall details. The red lotus tattoo on his body remained their only lead.

Back in her car, Marie sat in the driver’s seat, staring at the glowing numbers on her dashboard clock. Her fingers hovered over her phone before she finally dialed Commissioner Gordon.

“Manning,” his voice came through, weary but attentive.

“I just had an encounter with Batman at the docks,” she said, the words spilling out. “He subdued an attacker connected to our case. The victim had the red lotus tattoo.”

The line crackled with silence before Gordon spoke again, his voice heavier than before. “I’m glad you’re safe.” He let out a long, weary sigh, the kind that spoke of too many nights spent battling Gotham’s darkness. “Batman’s involvement... it doesn’t surprise me. I’ve been working with him—for a while now. Quietly. Off the record.”

Marie froze, her grip tightening on the phone. “You’ve been working with Batman?” Her words came out sharper than she intended, disbelief cutting through her tone.

“Yes,” Gordon admitted, his voice unyielding. “He’s someone I trust, and that’s not a phrase I use lightly in this city. You can trust him, too. He’s done more to protect Gotham than most of us combined. More than you know.”

Marie frowned, trying to reconcile the stories she’d heard with the vigilante she’d just seen. “Why didn’t I know about this?”

“Because Batman’s work is... complicated,” Gordon said. “And because trust in this city is a rare commodity. The guy's not perfect. Hell, he dresses up like a fuckin’ bat.” He paused, and a faint trace of dry humor slipped into his tone before fading. “But he’s all we’ve got, and I know I can count on him. Right now, I need you to do the same."

Marie leaned back in her seat, a dry laugh escaping her lips as she rubbed her forehead. “That’s not exactly reassuring.”

Gordon chuckled softly, the sound almost bitter. “He’s not here to reassure anyone. He’s here to fight the battles we can’t. Keep him in mind, Manning. If he’s involved, it means this case is bigger than we realize.”

After the call ended, Marie sat in the quiet of her car, processing everything. Her mind raced with questions. The Batman she’d just met was nothing like the myth—he was a man, not a monster, but he carried himself with an intensity that felt almost otherworldly.

As the adrenaline faded, doubt slithered back in, heavy and unwelcome. The case was already a labyrinth, and now she had to reconcile Gotham’s shadowy protector with everything she thought she knew about this city. Marie exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the steering wheel. Gordon trusted him.

For now, that would have to be enough.

[da-rulah]

hi💆

I fucking love your content and I have a little request...

Here me out, Sexting with Mary Goore🏋‍♀️

Aww thank you so much, lovely!! I love that I'm getting Mary requests now, ever since writing my first Mary fic (which I just updated today, by the way 👀)

You want sexting with Mary Goore? Well, this is how I think that would go... fair warning, it's filthy. just as you'd expect with Mary.

GN!Reader, NSFW MDNI 18+

TW/ Fingering, masturbation, nude taking, filming self

(ps. if any artists see this and fancy recreating some of Mary's pics...... y'know, i wouldn't mind that... 👀)

You'd wanted a reaction, but this? This was beyond even what you could have thought.

14 text messages, 6 missed calls, and 2 failed video calls.

All Mary.

It was just a harmless little booty pic, something to tide him over until the next time you got to see your boyfriend. but to Mary it had been the final straw, the last of the sticks to be pulled from his game of kerplunk... And his marbles had been teetering all day, thinking about you, missing you...

The last text really caught your attention, after purposefully ignoring him just to wind him up.

If i wasn't on the road right now ur front door woulda lost its hinges. answer ur fuckin phone.

It sounded vaguely threatening; you liked that.

Sorry, my neighbour's cat needed a bath. A stupid lie to piss him off further. What's up?

What's up? u rlly gonna ask me that? You laughed at your phone, taking a seat on your couch as you waited for the three dots that were ominously typing still. My dick, that's what's up.

Sounds like a you problem. There was a brief pause, and you liked to imagine Mary was staring at his phone with an eye twitching in annoyance.

gonna make it ur fuckin problem, u started this.

A few moments later, you received a picture message; a close up of Mary's hand, donning his signature signet and skull rings, boney and veiny and large, gripping his bulge in his tatty jeans just below his leather belt. Immediately, your stomach flipped at the picture. He knew exactly what he was doing. Game on.

You alone?

Very.

Good.

With confirmation of his situation, you decided to turn up the heat. Resting your phone against a pile of books on your coffee table, you sat on the edge of your couch and removed your shirt. You set the self-timer to 10 seconds, and got into position.

Spreading your legs, you placed both hands between them to 'hide' your core. To show off the curve of your waist and hips, you leaned your shoulders forward, the figure he adored and desperately wanted to touch protruding and accentuated in the position you sat. The mix of skin, but not too much, and suggestion would drive him insane.

Satisfied after a couple of takes, you sent the best one and waited.

On his end, Mary stared at his phone with a twisted smirk, palming the bulge in his jeans. He fucking loved your nudes, always way more tasteful, artistic than previously less imaginative partners. They were always so much sexier than a standard dick pic or titty pic, of which he'd received many of the years.

u look gd enough to eat. u know what ur doing to me?

You giggled at your phone screen, typing out your reply.

no... will you show me?

Oh, he'd love to.

Mary set up his phone similarly to yours, resting it against a pile of laundry at the end of the motel bed he was lounging on. He removed his own shirt, undid his belt and pulled his erection from his confines, allowing himself a few quick tugs to keep the desperation at bay.

Then he set the self timer and leaned back, one hand behind his head and the other holding his erection in plain sight.

When he sent you his picture, all you could think of was crawling up between those skinny legs of his and riding him into the early hours. You fucking missed him. You ached for him.

u see, baby? all u.

This smug bastard knew the effect he'd have on you. He was smirking in the fucking picture. Time to one-up him...

You stripped from your clothes completely, once again setting your phone up on your coffee table. This time, you knelt on the couch with your knees apart, your ass to the camera, and leaned over the back of it, arching your back to show off the roundness of your ass for him.

When you sent it, Mary audibly cursed to himself. God, you looked delectable... he could clearly see your sex between your legs, so clearly aroused and presented to him. If only he were there...

aw baby, u wanna b fucked from behind? u know i'd take you in a heartbeat...

His text had you squirming where you sat, biting your lip as your hand travelled between your legs. With one hand, you typed back a reply.

Love when you fuck me like that... you get so deep, miss that

Mary groaned as he fucked into his fist, uncontrollably at the visions of previous exploits where he'd done exactly as you'd described. This was torture, his hand would never compared to being wrapped up and squeezed by your tightness.

just u wait til i come home...

can't wait... my fingers don't do the job anywhere near as well. you teased, slowly stretching out your hole as you leaned back into your couch, whining at the feeling.

ur touching urself now?

You smiled, picturing Mary's reaction. You could be so cruel, just reply with a yes and leave it to his imagination. But you were feeling particularly spicy today after too long without him.

So instead, you set up your phone again and took up the same position as your last picture, this time hitting the record button. To the camera, you coated your fingers in your spit, sucking them into your mouth before using them to push two inside you, teasing as your digits disappeared.

You whined his name wantonly, your intention to sound like the whore Mary turned you into. He always loved the noises you'd make for him.

The video lasted less than a minute when you cut it off with a giggle, ending on a close up of your smirking face as you'd turned the video off.

Does that answer your question?

Mary lost his mind. How dare you stop the recording. How dare you moan his name like that.

He'd had enough, the teasing too much for him to handle.

Instead of texting back, he instead his the little video camera icon by your contact name, the line ringing a few times as he was met with his own face putting the camera back at his feet, pants now completely discarded in favour of total nudity much like you.

You let it ring a few times, setting it back down against the books and hitting the answer button as you sat back into the couch, legs crossed and hiding yourself from him.

"You get back in that fucking position right now," he told you, voice gravelly and dark.

"Aw, you not gonna say please?"

"No. Get back up on your knees and show yourself to me. Let me see the mess you're making."

You bit your lip and did as he asked, spinning and kneeling back on the couch.

"You know what to do, baby..." he told you, the slick sounds from his end of the call sending shivers down your back as he stroked himself.

You did as you were told, re-enacting the short video you sent him as he watched. Mary guided you through it, telling you what to do, how to fuck yourself for him to his exact specifications. He edged you for almost an hour, and himself along with you.

It always blew your mind how Mary was able to give you the most mind-shattering orgasms, even from hundreds of miles away...