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bijouxcarys · 5 months ago

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Bad News (Roman Reigns x fem!OC)

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Description: They told her to stay away. But something about him makes her keep coming back for more.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags: @octaviastargirl @trippinsorrows @empressdede @thetribalqueen @bigsimperika

@cyberdejos2 @keyaho @heauxvibez (let me know if you want to be tagged in any future Roman fics)

Saturday, May 27th 2023 – Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

It had always been the three of them.

Despite not sharing a father, the sibling bond between Jasmine and Kevin was unshakable. Their shared history spanned so many years that neither could recall a time when it was otherwise. Although he was nearly a decade her senior, the two of them wreaked havoc together like a dynamic duo from Hell. The real transformation came when Sami entered Kevin’s life, escalating their antics to new heights.

Inseparable, irreplaceable, indestructible. Nothing could come between them.

Except… the face of pro wrestling. The one man that Jasmine was incessantly warned against—stay away from him, Jas; he’s not worth the trouble.

Roman fucking Reigns.

Ever loyal to her brother’s and best friend’s advice, she made an earnest attempt to heed their warnings. Attempt being the operative word here.

“Give me a bit of slack, man, I’m trying my best here,” she’d mutter, her face buried in the couch pillows.

“There’s no slack when it comes to that man, Jas. He’s dangerous.”

“He’s a wrestler, not the mafia.”

“Well…”

“Don’t be so dramatic—”

“I’m not. He just has a way of…” Sami shivered slightly, “getting into your head.”

“Yeah, we’re well aware of your little man crush.”

Jasmine was fully aware of her family’s fraught history with Roman and The Bloodline, so it wasn’t unusual for them to vent whenever they had a private moment backstage. They were always careful—God only knew the repercussions if the wrong ears caught wind of their conversations.

“He has kids, doesn’t he?”

“And an ex-wife.”

“Yeah, but kids.”

“What’s your point?”

“…Potent dad nut?”

“Jasmine!”

She understood the gravity of someone overhearing Sami and Kevin. Being a new addition to the main roster afforded her certain privileges that others might not have. However, nothing—absolutely nothing—would compare to the trouble she’d be in if either man discovered her… extracurricular activities.

> Still held up?

Jasmine glanced down at her phone, the text neatly displayed under the name BDU—an alias Roman had adopted from a fan’s moniker for him, “Big Daddy Uce,” circulating on social media.

She hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over her screen, before typing out her reply.

Just a bit longer. Kevin and Sami are running late.<

Hitting send without a second thought, she sighed to herself. Navigating this bullshit lie was exhausting. The thrill of sneaking around with Roman clashed with the constant fear of those who loved her the most finding out. She glanced at the clock; time was slipping away.

Just then, the door to the locker room inched open, a familiar voice calling inside.

“Jas, you in here?”

“Yep. Just me, Kev, you can come in.”

She swore she felt the contents of her stomach clawing its way up her body when she noticed the stern expression on her brother’s face. Oh, shit, he’s found out. Time to move to Antarctica and live amongst the penguins.

“What’s up?” she asked after clearing her throat and sending him a nonchalant smile.

With a grunt, Kevin flopped down beside her, chewing over his thoughts. “Look… I know you’re trying…” he began slowly, choosing his words carefully. “And I can only interfere so much, and as your big brother, it’s my responsibility to prote—”

“Will you just spit it out already?”

“You really need to stay away from him, Jasmine. A-and it’s not just about us—he’s bad fucking news. I don’t wanna lose you because of all that.”

“I get it, I really do…” Jasmine furrowed her brows, unsure as to why he was spouting the same lecture he’d already given her a million times already. The two of them locked eyes, as if they were trying to see into each other’s thoughts. Jesus, just tell me what you really mean.

“I noticed it, y’know.” Kevin sighed.

“You noticed what?”

“The little smiles you give him whenever he goes past catering, or whenever we just so happen to cross paths before and after a match.”

“Sorry, am I not allowed to smile at people anymore?” Jasmine huffed, reaching down to tighten her bootlace.

“That’s not what I’m saying! But I know you, Jas—I know how you get with guys—”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

“It means you’re a flirt, and so is that asshat,” he stood up, angled over her just to solidify his point.

“And?” she looked up at him, her hands flying out in an act of defence.

Kevin studied her face for a moment, before eventually sighing. “Just… please be careful, okay?”

“Listen,” she stood up, still inches shorter than him, but with the same gusto. “Nothing you’ve said to me about Roman Reigns has gone in one ear and out the other. I get it. You and Sami drill it into my head enough, how could I forget to be careful with him?” Her face softened and she placed her hand on her brother’s arm. “I’m fine, Kev. Really. I’m a big girl, I can handle a 6ft 4 Samoan wrestler, even if it means telling him to fuck off when he steps wrong.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay… I’d like to see you square up to him.”

“You know what I mean, idiot. Now, go and do whatever you were doing and stop worrying about me and my wondering eyes.”

Jasmine took the seconds after Kevin’s departure to release the heaviest sigh known to man.

You’re really not making this easy for me, Big Dog.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she slipped out of the locker room, making her way through the labyrinthine halls of the arena. The crowd’s distant roar echoed around her, reminding her of just where the fuck she was and the spectacle unfolding just beyond the breeze block walls. The audiences in Jeddah were always loud.

Finally, she reached the private room where she knew Roman was waiting. Knocking softly on the door, she slid in as smoothly as she could, meeting the never-faltering intense gaze of the man she really shouldn’t be seeing right now.

“Jassy,” he drawled, pulling her further into the room and closing the door behind her. “Thought you were gon’ stand me up.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she replied, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his girthy arms around her. “Kevin practically cornered me.”

Roman’s expression shifted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Always playin’ the big brother, huh? Thinks he can keep you from me.” He lowered his gaze to her lips, looking over her face with the same shit-eating air of arrogance he displayed in the ring.

“Maybe he should,” she shot back, though her tone was more teasing than anything else. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

He chuckled lowly. “You like bad influences, baby.”

Dramatically sighing, she couldn’t stop herself from smirking herself. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I have to like you, though.” She poked at his chest in a half-hearted attempt at separating their bodies.

“Oh, you like me, Jasmine. More than you wanna admit.” He leaned into her, breath warm against her ear. “And that’s what drives your pretty ass crazy.”

She huffed, her palms flat against his bare chest, still waiting to be oiled down. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of it if you think you can keep resisting me.” Hands settled on her waist; he tugged her closer. “But I get it, baby, I do… You’re just mad ‘cause you can’t get enough.”

Her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she attempted to suppress a smile. God-be-damned if she even so much as thought about matching the grin on his perfect fucking face.

“You wish.”

“Shh, you gotta stop tryna push me away so much, mama.” To her utter surprise, Roman placed a tentative kiss to her forehead, though the grip he had on her remained possessive. Territorial.

The two stood there for a moment, savouring the rare peace of their stolen time together. But the reality of their situation loomed large, regardless of their circumstances, and Jasmine knew they couldn’t stay in this tiny ass room for long.

Reluctantly, she pulled away completely. “I should go before they start looking for me.”

Roman nodded, though his qualms mirrored her own. “Be safe out there, Jassy. And remember,” he quickly added, causing her to stop in her tracks and half-turn in his direction. “Anythin’ goes wrong over there, you got me.”

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. “Always.”

Of course, he couldn’t resist landing a small, teasing, slap to her ass just before she pulled the door open and disappeared for the night. She could still feel the light sting as she made her way down to catering, where she knew Sami and Kevin would be.

“Everything okay?” Sami asked, noticing the distant look in her eyes.

Jasmine nodded, forcing a casual tone. “Yeah, just needed a breather. It’s hot here, don’t you think?” She took a seat opposite the pair, instantly pulling her phone out once she felt the small buzz in her pocket.

> See you later ;)

You’re so sure about that aren’t you?<

> I told you… you can’t stay away

She tucked the phone away with a determined smile, knowing he was right. He always was.

And that proved to be true a lot sooner than she had hoped. Later that evening, as the arena buzzed with the looming anticipation of the night’s main event, Jasmine found herself once again lost in the battle of her morals. Roman and Solo’s tag team match against Sami and Kevin was literally minutes away, and she knew she had to wish him luck. Even if it meant risking another confrontation with her brother.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to where she knew The Bloodline would be. Distant from everyone else, so she was thankful for that aspect.

Jimmy answered her knock, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of her.

“Hey, Jas. What you doin’ here?”

“Just wanted to, uh… wish Roman luck, I guess,” she said, trying to sound casual about her impromptu detour.

The Uso raised an eyebrow but stepped aside to let her in. Inside, the air was thicker than it was in the corridors. It was like the pre-match mental preparation seeped into the ethos. Paul and Solo were over on the couch, both eyeing her with curiosity. And in the very centre of the room, angled towards a mirror as he adjusted his red glove, was Roman.

“Look who decided to show up,” Roman chimed, his voice dripping with playful pride. Sauntering over to her, his wet hair hung at the sides of his face as he angled down to look her in the eye. “Told you, you can’t stay away… You here to give me a good luck charm, baby?”

“Maybe I am,” she crossed her arms and met his gaze head-on. “Not that you need it, Mr. Head of the Table.”

“Ooh,” he chuckled, eyes darkening with that familiar glint. “You know I love it when you call me that.”

Jasmine snorted a small laugh with a swift roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Roman leaned in closer, dropping his voice to that husky whisper she usually only ever heard in their most private moments. “You sure you don’t wanna stick around? Might need a little extra motivation.”

Even though his tone caused a shiver to shoot down her spine, she maintained her composure. “I think you’ll be just fine without me distracting you.”

“You always distract me, Jassy. That’s half the fun.”

Before she could respond, Jimmy interrupted with a grin. “Hey, Uce, you better focus on the damn match. Don’t let Jas here mess with your head.”

Roman shot his cousin a glare. “I got this. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ mess with my head tonight.”

Jasmine shook her head, unable to suppress the amusement that came with every visit to any locker room belonging to The Bloodline. “Alright, alright. Go out there and show them why you’re the Tribal Chief.”

His intense glare softened as he looked back at Jasmine. “You gonna be watchin’?”

“Aren’t I always?” she raised an eyebrow as she made her way to the door.

“As long as you keep acknowledging me, baby, that’s all I need.”

She shot him a grin before closing the door behind her. Oh, I’ll always acknowledge the fuck out of you.

Roman’s domineering presence was palpable, right from the very start of the match. She wasn’t sure if it was just where she watched on from the shadows of Gorilla, but every move he made exuded a confidence in him like never before. But… Kevin and Sami were relentless. They pushed The Bloodline to their limits. And her eyes couldn’t decide where they wanted to be focused. Once again thrown into the back and forth of what outcome she really wanted…

Roman and Solo seemed to have the upper hand at times, but her own family fought back with a determination that left everyone on the edge of their seats, even her.

Eventually, Kevin had Roman alone. Squaring off in the ring. Their rivalry coming to a head in a series of brutal exchanges. A Stunner from Kev, an immediate Spear by Roman. Usually, she could tell which direction a certain match was going. But this? A whole other level.

The climax of the match came in a flurry of action. Solo unleashed a devastating assault on Sami, while Roman engaged Kevin in a battle of wills. The crowd erupted as the evening reached its fever pitch, the finale hanging in the balance.

In a final, dramatic moment, Sami managed to evade Solo’s grasp and tag in Kevin, who launched into a brutal offence against Roman. And despite Roman’s best efforts, Kevin and Sami’s relationship proved too strong. Another Stunner to Roman, followed by a classic Helluva, secured the pinfall that retained her family’s title.

Everyone seemed to explode with cheers. Jasmine couldn’t decide if she was proud of Sami and Kevin for their win, or disappointment that her illegal partner of sorts had actually… lost.

The same engulfed her as she tried her best to celebrate with her brother and best friend backstage. Tried to look happier than she really was. A horrible feeling if there ever was one.

You’re betraying your family; you should be happy!

Then she caught it. Focused, intense eyebrows narrowed down atop eyes that lit up whenever in her presence. Though, this time, approaching was out of the question. Roman passed from afar, followed by Jimmy, Solo, and Paul. His fists clenched at his sides, and his nostrils flared, she held no remorse for him ignoring is surroundings. He was in his head, and she empathised.

However, no amount of losing could stop him from approaching her.

Her phone buzzed as she flopped down onto the bed in her hotel room, snug in a fluffy robe after a hot shower.

> You busy?

Nope<

It took him a while to respond, but once he did, a wide smile overtook her features and she shot up into a seated position.

> Unlock your door and sit on the bed. Don’t fucking move. I’ll be there in 15.

#roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fic #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe #wwe fanfiction #bijouxcaryslibrary

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vodika-vibes · 10 months ago

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Hello there!

Wdyt about Obiwans f!reader padawan is secretly in a relationship with our beloved Cody? What would master Jedi think? And how will he find out?

Thanks for your work tho! U r the best

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Summary: You and Cody have been in a secret relationship for what seems like ages, and finally your Master finds out.

Pairing: Commander Cody x Jedi!F!Reader

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: Uh...Cody's a bit handsy

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So to make this work, it's set in an AU. Obi-Wan was disavowed by Qui-Gon in favor of Anakin, so Qui-Gon is alive and Anakin is his Padawan. Obi-Wan's training was finished by Master Plo Koon, and he took his padawan a year after he was Knighted, she's the same age as Anakin. Obi-Wan has never hidden how Qui-Gon treated him, and so his Padawan has issues with her could-have-been Grandmaster.

“I should-,” A soft gasp cuts your sentence off, as Cody’s warm, far too tempting, lips trace a path up your neck to stop just under your ear.

“You should?” He prompts, his voice low and breathy as his hands drag down your body.

“Should leave,” You whisper, as you move your head so your lips are hovering just over his, “I’ve been here too long already, if anyone comes looking for you-”

“My brother’s won’t rat us out,” Cody murmurs, as his lips brush against yours, “Not unless they want to see what I’m like when I’m properly irritated at them.”

You laugh, and he crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your laughter, and then your moans as he nips your lower lip and then soothes the spot with his tongue.

He breaks the kiss and you lean into him trying to continue it, pulling a breathless laugh from him, “Kriff, could kiss you for hours.” He says softly, before he attaches his lips to a spot just low enough that your robes will cover any mark that he leaves.

“If my master comes looking for you-” You trail off with a near silent moan as Cody nips on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Strategy meeting.” Cody replies.

“Oh? And what kind of strategy meetings involve you sliding your hands up my shirt?” You ask, shivering as you feel his warm hands on your stomach, and sliding up.

“Very…traditional types.” He says as he nips the red mark he just left on your skin, “He wouldn’t understand.”

“Cody,” His name is little more than a sigh as he kisses you deeply and presses you firmly against the wall of his office, his knee sliding between your thighs.

“Keep saying my name like that, cyar’ika.” He murmurs against your skin, “And you’re definitely not leaving my office.”

You open your mouth to reply to him, only to get interrupted by the sound of your comm chiming. Neither of you move for a moment, and then Cody sighs and presses his face against your neck, while you dig your comm out of your pocket.

Your free hand plays with the hair at the back of his neck, while you read the message on your comm, and you sigh, “I have to go.”

“Is something wrong?” Cody asks, his voice muffled by how he’s pressed against you.

“I doubt it. But he did say that it was an emergency.” You put your comm back in your pocket and slowly, grudgingly, untangle yourself from Cody. He gently helps you fix your robes so you’re presentable, and you favor him with a softest smile you can muster, “I’ll see you later?”

“I’m sure you will.” He presses the gentlest kiss against your lips, and then he takes a step back and then another one so he’s sitting on the edge of his desk.

You take a moment to make sure that you look presentable, and then you hurry out of Cody’s office, lingering just long enough to see his head tilt back and hear a low curse fall from his lips, before you hurry through the halls to your Master’s office.

You key in the door code and step into the room, only to pause when you see your Master pacing from one side of the room to the other, “What happened?” You ask.

“The 501st is calling for backup.” Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi says to you as he continues his pacing.

“...And you’re telling me and not the helm because-?” You ask slowly.

“Qui-Gon Jinn doesn’t ask for help.” Your Master says, his voice bitter, as he paces even faster. “And he definitely doesn’t ask for help from me.”

“Well, maybe it’s not Qui-Gon asking. Maybe it’s Anakin.” You offer as you hold out your hands to try and stop your Master from pacing, “We still like Anakin, right?”

Obi-Wan pauses, and he shoots you a look, “We have no problem with Qui-Gon Jinn, Padawan.”

“Sure. Aside from the fact that he disavowed you…just like he did to Feemor and Xanatos-”

“Padawan.”

“Shutting up.”

Obi-Wan smiles at you soothingly, “You’re not wrong, it’s just a sore subject.”

“Right. Which is why we won’t spit on Qui-Gon Jinn if he’s on fire, but Anakin’s innocent in all of this. And so are the men of the 501st.” You point out.

“Padawan,” Obi-Wan says with a sigh.

“Fine! I suppose we can spit on him if he’s on fire. But I will do so under duress.” You fold your arms, “Anyway, are we not going?”

“I think it’s a trap.”

“Well, obviously. It almost always is in these kinds of situations.” You point out logically. “So what’s the play?”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes, “I’ll contact the council and see what some of the others have to say.” He finally decides, “But, we do have something else we need to talk about.”

“Oh?”

Master Obi-Wan walks over to you and carefully plucks your robe away from your neck, “Spending time with Commander Cody, were you?”

Your face heats, “We’re friends.”

“Oh? I have a lot of friends and none of them give me hickies.” Obi-Wan says pointedly.

You hesitate, “It’s not his fault,” You finally say, “If anyone should be punished it should be me.”

“Padawan-”

“It’s not his fault. I didn’t pressure him into anything, but I started it, so it’s my fault-”

“Padawan!” Obi-Wan sets his hand on your shoulder, “I’m not going to punish you…or Commander Cody.”

“You…you’re not?”

“No.”

“...that’s super, but why?”

He smiles at you softly, “A question for a question, Padawan. Would you ever put Commander Cody’s life ahead of anyone else?”

You sniff, “Of course not! Not anymore than Cody would put me ahead of anyone else.”

“And that, Padawan mine, is why I don’t have a problem with it. Love without attachment.”

You pout at him slightly, “How’d you find out?”

“You and Cody aren’t half as subtle as you probably think you are.” Obi-Wan replies dryly, and then he pauses, “Also, Waxer let it slip.”

You stare at him, “You had no idea until Waxer let it slip.”

“I’m not going to admit to that.”

“You absolutely didn’t.” You say with a grin. “Cody and I aren’t Anakin and Padme, after all.”

“Padawan, a brick to the face is more subtle than Anakin and Padme.” Obi-Wan pushes his hand through his hair, “Alright. I need to comm the council, you need to go and tell Cody what’s going on.”

“Gotcha.” You turn to leave the room, and are halfway into the hall with your Master hot on your heels.

“Oh, right. Padawan,” Obi-Wan says cheerfully, “No multiplication.”

You sputter and your face burns, “I have an implant Master, remember.”

“I know. I just want to make sure that you remember.”

“Ugh. You’re the worst.” And then you turn to dart back down the hall with your master’s laughter echoing in your ears.

You reach Cody’s office and key in the door code, and step back into the room, “Waxer’s a snitch,” You announce to Cody, who looks slightly bemused to see you so soon, “Also, we might be going to help the 501st.”

“...We’re always flying to help the 501st, but what’s this about Waxer being a snitch?”

“He slipped and told Master about us.” You say with a sigh, “We’re not in trouble, Master doesn’t mind, but still. Waxer ratted us out.”

Cody’s expression becomes very even, “I suppose since you didn’t get in trouble it’s fine. But I will be putting him through the wringer tomorrow.”

“Not today?”

There’s a glimmer of mischief on his handsome face, “Lock the door, cyar’ika. Now that your Master knows, then I’m definitely going to take advantage.”

You giggle and press the button to lock the door, before you cross the room to his side. Cody immediately pulls you onto his lap and crashes his lips against yours, his hands sliding back under your top.

This probably isn’t what your Master had in mind when he sent you back to Cody, but you’re not going to complain.

#star wars #tcw #commander cody x reader #cody x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #F!reader fanfiction #answered asks

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sakumasmut · 6 months ago

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Enstars x Reader NSFW Month Day 7

I’m late but I’m still here to provide food! This is for all the Mao fuckers popping up, especially after that new cg

Mao Isara x Gn!Reader

tags/warnings: aphrodisiacs, rough sex, penetration, no lube

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Mao was the perfect boyfriend. On dates he was a complete gentleman, holding your hand while you walked side by side down park paths, or offering a bite of his food when you ate at a cafe, eagerly listening to every word of whatever you were rambling about. In bed was no different, and his libido was certainly nothing to complain about. He was so gentle and careful every time you had sex, starting with his fingers and mouth to leave you crooning his name and always making sure you were more than wet enough before allowing himself to slip inside with ease. And once he bottomed out, every other thrust was accompanied by kisses and whispered “I love you”s. He was sweet, and you would never take someone like him for granted, but you wondered if he was holding himself back for your sake. Oh, how naive you were.

You wanted to see what aphrodisiacs could do to your boyfriend, never having tried them yourself. The idea came up almost randomly, a seemingly passing thought, but it only grew as you pondered it more and more. The only bit of hesitance you had was when you initially asked Ritsu about where to obtain them and what kind to buy, since he seemed to be interested in that type of thing. Instead of a brand name, Ritsu had offered a few of his own in an unlabelled plastic container. It was suspicious, but he was a friend of both you and Mao, surely it’d be fine, right?

It didn’t take too much to persuade Mao to try it, just assuring him that you’d be with him the whole night and morning after since neither of you had work. One swallowed pill later and you were cuddling up to Mao on the bed, waiting for it to kick in. You were both already changed into your sleepwear, so all that was left to do was wait.

“Do you feel any different?” You asked, one arm lazily draped across his chest as your head leaned on his arm. You seemed more anxious about it than he was, despite him being the test subject for the night.

“Not yet.” Mao patted your head, ruffling your hair a bit. “How long does it usually take?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe you’ll start to feel it when you get turned on?”

“Well, we have the whole night to ourselves to find out, don’t we?”

He gave you a quick peck on the lips, and you grinned as you leaned in to return it, giggling into the kiss. Looping your hands around his neck, it wasn’t long before your kisses turned into a more heated make out session, feeling your cheeks heat up when each kiss lasted longer than the last.

His kisses were always passionate, but when you pulled away to catch your breath, he took you by surprise by pulling you back in, tongue slipping past your lips and muffling your moans. The hands that had circled around the dip in your back moved downwards to squeeze your ass, something hard poking your thigh and rubbing against it. You had to tug on his hair to get him to pull away, and when he finally let go you were gasping for air, barely noticing the hazy look in his eyes.

“H-Hey, I think I’m starting to feel it.”

His breath felt hot on your skin. The strain against his sweatpants was much more prominent now, and you gasped as he tried desperately to rub it up against your crotch.

“Mao?”

“Body’s too warm, need to take everything off.”

His skin was almost feverish when you pressed a hand to his cheeks, and a pang of guilt hit you, hoping that his temperature would go down once the aphrodisiac wore off. Your hands moved down to tug his pants low, the only thing you could do to help right now. His cock sprang out, completely hard and already leaking despite not stimulating it directly. His hands only left your body for a few seconds to throw his shirt off, and then they were grabbing you to pull you close again, abs pressing against your covered chest. His mouth latched onto the nearest piece of skin, the middle of your shoulder, and it felt like he was trying to devour you from how his tongue lapped at the spot he was sucking, desperate to taste you.

Everything was moving so fast. You weren’t sure what you were reacting to with each moan that left your mouth, because Mao was doing so many different things all at once. His hands slipped inside your pants, groping the curve of your ass and trying to slide them off at the same time. You wiggled around, your bodies a mess of tangled limbs. Trying to take them off when Mao was refusing to let go left them stuck halfway up your knees. It was only when he finally released his mouth to gasp for air that your pants somehow managed to fall off your legs and were promptly tossed aside like a dirty rag. The shadow of his body towered over you as you fell backwards onto the mattress, eyes devouring your naked lower half.

“God, I need you. I need you right now.”

You could feel his cock press against your exposed hole, only now registering that he had positioned himself so that his knees kept your legs apart.

“Mao? W-Wait, I’m not—“

He hadn’t used lube or even prepared you, yet the next second his dick was trying to push itself inside you, searing pain accompanying the pressure of his tip being sucked in. His cock tried to ram into you, but as expected the lack of foreplay made it rough on both of you. You cried out in pain as his length only made it a few inches in, and that was when he stopped and looked you in the eyes, concerned at your reaction.

“Color?”

Mao was still clinging onto some self control despite how obvious it was from his breathless panting that he needed to raw you. You could tell him to stop if you really wanted to, but at the same time the aphrodisiac was doing exactly what you wanted. The pain of being forcefully split apart was new, and you wanted to know exactly what it felt like to be treated so harshly.

“G-Green.”

He let out a ragged breath before he pulled out and tried slamming his hips against yours again, going deeper this time. The stretch burned, and you were certain your hole would feel like it was on fire once you were done. But right now, it was everything you wanted, choking out his name as he forced himself deeper.

The initial pain went away as your walls adjusted, but it was still different from the usual pleasure you felt from his length rubbing up against your insides. Each thrust hurt from all the friction, the only lubricant aiding him the precum that dripped from his slit. His pace was erratic and clumsy too, focused less on making you feel good and about trying to fulfill his own desire, a simple animal trying to fulfill its primal urge to fuck.

“Feels so, so good.” He panted, the drag of his cock painful yet all too addicting. “God, /name/, you just take me so well. Like you were made for me.”

You mewled, the tip of his cock pressing into the deepest parts of your insides. You couldn’t comprehend how the man who guided you through your first time together so gently was the same one absolutely fucking your brains out right now. You felt your orgasm coming hard and fast, and barely gave a sound of warning before it crashed throughout your body. You screamed his name for all your neighbors to hear, body clenching tightly around his cock. You felt him spill inside you in response to your own climax, unable to contain himself when you were clenched around him so tightly. Yet the movement of his hips against yours continued through both orgasms, rutting into you with his still firm cock.

Your head was spinning. Your brain felt like mush, and your legs turned into jelly, only registering when Mao lifted them on top of his shoulders through your vision. His gaze was dark, sweat rolling from his forehead onto his flushed cheeks. You were addicted, and he was too. There was no going back to his vanilla tendencies, not when you knew that he could manhandle you with just a bit of a push.

Maybe it was time to ask Ritsu where to get more of those pills.

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ametistacollinsworld · 2 years ago

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♡ Yandere! V x Reader hcs and drabble ♡

My sixth request! Hope you like!

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Okay- Let's look at this lol-

V has always been a psycho and we all know it but now that she likes someone- oh god-

V is going to be very clingy with you, wanting your attention 24/7, you should be proud I guess? You decide-

V will be very jealous of N and Uzi around you, knowing that she can't kill them, as in your own words they were your ''best friends''… ugh..ok.. she would give a pass free just for them..just them..just because she was pious..yeah.. (actually she just didn't want you to be mad at her)

V loves to sleep clinging to you, tucking her tail carefully around one of your legs and protecting you with her metal wings. She likes having you next to her as much as possible.

Whenever you go out somewhere V will always want to tag along, but if you say you just want to spend some time alone, V will follow you around like a stalker (she just does it for your safety! :> )

Constantly wanting to bite you somewhere, like your neck or arms- (Territory marking?)

V basically is very sweet but also very psycho and psychotic :)

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You've been noticing lately that something strange has been going on, noticing how the billboard are having more and more ''disappeared'' papers, but they weren't just any missing drones..they were your classmates. What exactly was going on here? Did you have some kind of goddamn curse? Who were you kidding… you didn't care much about what happened to them. You were just curious weren't you?

You followed the days looking for clues of what could have happened to them, or who could be behind it, talking to Uzi and N about it, but neither of them seemed to know anything about it.

As time went on you were starting to run out of patience, what the hell was going on?! At the moment more than half of your class "mysteriously disappeared" and the other half seemed too scared to talk to you, which was a good thing on their part, but not on yours.

Until one day… where you were going to visit your girlfriend on the ship, bringing a small container of oil that you had collected with N just for her. Until… you hear a female scream? You ran towards the scream but quickly ducked behind a car taking in the scene before you.

V was with a female worker drone…but not just any drone! If you remember…her name was Toppy? Toppy was never the talkative type, but one day misfortune broke her pencil lead, then tapping you on the shoulder to ask to borrow a pencil, which for V was unacceptable! That thing had touched you!

'' That's what you get when you mess with what's mine! '' V growled cutting one of the drone's arms that was now crying.

'' I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please let me go! '' Topy begged, which just seemed pointless in this situation. V threw the drone to the ground stomping on their head, making the drone cry out in pain.

'' Apologizing is useless now.. you've already touched (Y/n)! And you know what happens now don't you? Haha~ '' V spoke in a mischievous tone, letting out a dark chuckle looking at the drone who looked to be utterly horrified.

'' Please- '' Topy was interrupted by a gunshot to the head, soon stopping herself from moving. V watched the drone's lifeless body now feeling bored.

You watched the scene with a shocked expression, not imagining that V could come to this point. I mean… she actually could… You mulled it over for a moment, watching the disassembly drone take the oil from the rotten worker drone, deciding it didn't matter to you after all. You decided to just pretend not to know anything, just for V's amusement. You stepped out from behind the car, putting on your normal expression and starting to walk towards the drone.

'' Hey V honey! I brought you some oil! '' You shouted in a happy tone, drawing the drone's attention which quickly turned towards you forming a smile.

'' (Y/n)! You're finally back! '' V exclaimed in a happy tone, running towards you and giving you a tight hug. Ye could you keep it a secret a little longer, you didn't want to take the ''fun'' out of your girlfriend after all! Don't you?

#md v #murder drones v #murder drones #md x reader #murder drones x reader #murder drones v x reader #md v x reader #murder drones yandere

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something-tofightfor · 2 years ago

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Competing For Christmas 5: Holly Jolly Christmas (The Date)

Pairing: Modern Din Djarin x Female Reader

Word Count: 11,872

Rating: M. Specifically for language and a few vaguely sexual situations.

Summary: Helping Din pick out his first Christmas tree is the perfect beginning to your first date ... is the rest of the night the same?

Author’s notes:

Had to split this chapter into two - but let’s be honest, the date itself is the most important half of it.

Questions, concerns, comments? My inbox is open!

Thank you all so VERY much for the support and interest in this story - it’s been my happy place for the last few weeks, and I’m so glad that it’s been the same for so many of you.

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Mando’a translations at the end!

Masterlist / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Despite the fact you you and Din had blown past the hastily drawn lines of your friendship the previous weekend, both of you were extraordinarily busy at work the week following the cookie event and didn’t have much time to talk while at the office.

And after hours, your evenings were filled with Christmas prep - a little shopping, wrapping presents with a glass of wine and by the light of your tree, making and freezing your appetizers for the Christmas Eve celebration at your aunt’s, and organizing and beginning to write out your Christmas cards. It was a lot, and it kept you occupied until it was time to climb into bed every night.

But just because you didn’t see Din, that didn’t mean that you didn’t talk to him.

The two of you texted back and forth often, sending back typed and voice messages throughout the afternoons and evenings, and even though neither of you could stop and talk for more than a few seconds at a time, you made it a point to say hello in person each day, the man’s bright smile and the deep dimple in one cheek lightening your mood more than you’d thought possible.

You’d excitedly sent him the updated ranking on the competition site as soon as it was posted on Monday, your team name at the top and in first place, your lead fifteen points. He’d sent back a message showing you the contents of his shopping cart, the top basket filled with a variety of dog treats and toys and captioned “someone’s gonna enjoy our winnings” with a winking smiley face at the end.

You were glad that Din was taking your suggestion literally and spending the money on Grogu, and so when, later in the week, you’d gotten another picture of the dog stretched out on the floor and sound asleep with a large bone tucked between his paws, you’d immediately saved it - and then spent the next few hours randomly opening it to look again and again.

You had it bad for Din, and you knew it. The kisses you’d shared the previous week had only made you more aware of your feelings, and despite the fact that things hadn’t gone any further, part of you wished that they had.

Not because you wanted to rush into anything with him, but because it had felt right to be in his arms, the man’s lips moving with yours until you’d both needed to breathe. He didn’t push for more, either.

You laid in bed on Thursday night, staring up at the ceiling in your darkened bedroom - and like the previous nights, you thought of Din.

You thought of Din and how understanding he was, of the way he’d been respectful of you, even when it was clear that he’d wanted to touch you and continue kissing you, though he’d pulled away and insisted that he leave instead. You imagined what it would be like to lay next to him, to fall asleep with the heat of his body warming you instead of your heated mattress topper, and you understood how dangerous those kinds of thoughts were to have about someone that you barely knew - only a month and a half out of what had been a serious relationship for you.

I can’t help it, though. Rolling onto your side, you reached out for your phone, groaning as you saw that it was after midnight. “I’m going to be so tired tomorrow.” And you didn’t want to be - you wanted to be well rested for your date with Din, alert and aware of what was happening, even though you’d be spending almost two hours in silence in the confines of a darkened movie theater. I’ll still be with him.

Checking one final time that your alarm was set, you went to put your phone down when a message came through, the vibration startling you - though the name at the top of the screen didn’t surprise you as much as it should have.

Hope I’m not waking you up, but I wanted to tell you I’m looking forward to tomorrow night.

It made you smile, and even though you knew that you shouldn’t have replied, you couldn’t help it.

Not sleeping. I’m excited, too.

It took a few seconds but his reply made you grin, your eyes squeezing shut as you tightened your grip on your phone.

Good. A second message came through almost immediately, another single word lighting up the screen. Goodnight.

“Goodnight, Din.” Darkening the screen with one push of the side button, you set the phone down and pulled your blanket up to your chin, the smile still on your face.

You were asleep moments later, and didn’t wake up until your alarm went off.

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To say that Friday had been a difficult day at work would have been an understatement.

By the time you were shutting everything down and heading for the doors of your building, you were rapidly reaching your breaking point, trying to get out of the office before anyone else could ask anything of you.

But before you made it to the parking lot, you heard someone calling your name. What now? When you turned, expecting to see one of your coworkers chasing you down, you were met with the sight of Din hurrying toward you, his coat flung over one shoulder. Oh, thank God. “Hey, Din.” Leaning against the wall, you smiled at him. “What’s going on?”

“Wanted to catch you before you left.” He wet his lips, running his free hand through his hair. “We still good for tonight? Is he trying to cancel?

“Yeah. I’ve been looking forward to it all week.” Blinking rapidly, you sighed. “Why? Did something -”

“It’s been…” He blew out a breath, closing his eyes. “It’s been a really long day, and I just wanted to make sure.”

“Din.” Straightening up, you, gestured for him to put on his coat and follow you outside. “Tonight is quite literally the only good thing I’ve had to think about all day today.”

“Yeah?” His smile was broad, the man zipping up his jacket as the two of you crossed the parking lot. “OK, good.” When you reached your car - parked only a few spots down from his truck, you both stopped, Din saying your name. “So the trees tonight. Are … can I bring Grogu? Are they precut? Do I need to bring an axe or something?”

“Yeah, you can bring Grogu. There are some that are pre cut, but others you can chop down. They have tools at the place if you need them, so no you don’t need to bring anything.” Shivering, you pulled your coat tighter around your body. “The tree place is on your side of town, so if you want me to come over there so we can leave from your house, I can do that.”

“Ok.” He wet his lips. “What time? Figured we could grab dinner and go to a late movie, since the snowman thing isn’t until tomorrow night.”

“I’m meeting Cara and Stacy at noon tomorrow to shop, so that works.” You cleared your throat. “So I’ll go home and change, and then head over?”

“Can’t wait.” He smiled at you, glancing up at the sky, the clouds gray and threatening snow, even though it hadn’t actually started yet. “Text me before you leave your house?” You assured him that you would and then reached into your bag, grabbing for your keys.

Din stopped your motion, though, reaching for your elbow and tightening his fingers around it. “Din?”

“I really … am excited for tonight.” He swallowed, lines appearing on his forehead when he frowned briefly. “I hope you don’t think that I’m not.” Why would I think that?

“Haven’t been this excited for a date in a long time, Din.” Leaning in, you angled your head so that you could kiss his cheek, his grip on you tightening further. “Now let me go home so I can get ready.” He grumbled but released your arm when you pulled away from him, unlocking your car. “See you in a little while, Djarin.”

He stood next to his truck while you backed out of your parking space, the man raising one hand in a slow wave that you returned before you drove off.

The kiss had been a bold move on your part - a show of affection that you didn’t know if he was comfortable with, despite the fact that he’d actually kissed you in the community center the previous weekend. He would have stopped me if he didn’t want it. You nodded as you stopped at a red light, eyes closing briefly. And he didn’t even move this afternoon.

Twisting the knob on your radio so that you could actually hear the music playing, you didn’t even try to keep the smile from your face at the realization that in less than two hours, you’d be on an actual date with Din - one that didn’t involve planning for the competition or attending an event.

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When you pulled up to the tree lot, you were pleased to see that it wasn’t as busy as you’d thought it would be. Probably will be tomorrow. Grogu bumped into the seat behind you as he moved to look out the window, and you heard a quiet whine coming from him, the noise the first that he’d made since the three of you had gotten into the truck ten minutes earlier.

“You ready?” Din grinned at you from the driver’s seat, turning his head to look at you. “And something I forgot to ask is whether or not they sell tree stands here, because I don’t have one of those.” Ah, shit.

“They usually do.” Rubbing your hand over the top of your knee, you nodded. “Maybe not the ones that actually have the place for the water in them, but that’s easy enough to fix with a bowl or a baking dish.”

“You’re going to teach me so much.” His smile grew into a grin. “I knew I asked the right person to come with me.” Laughing, you agreed and then reached for the door, Din’s hand shooting out to stop your movement. “Hey.”

Pausing, you looked back at him, staying quiet. Yeah?

“After last weekend, I don’t know what the … how we do this.” Gesturing between your bodies with one hand, he continued. “I know you kissed me earlier, but is … can I… are we…”

“Are you trying to tell me that you want to kiss me again, Din?” Cocking your head to one side, you bit the corner of your lip. “Because I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to it.” You’d been thinking about it all week - wanting more of what had happened in your kitchen and in the hallway at the community center, and with your permission, Din didn’t keep you waiting.

Leaning over the center console, Din raised one hand to cup your jaw and bring you closer, the warmth in his eyes visible even though it was fully dark out, the cab of the truck illuminated only by the parking lot lights and the bright white bulbs stretched out above the trees. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He mumbled the words before he pressed his mouth to yours, a quick inhale through your nose all you managed before he began to kiss you in earnest.

He didn’t deepen it, but his mouth did move, lips closing around your bottom one and sucking gently before he grazed it with his teeth, his hand sliding back and toward your hairline, the tips of his fingers curling slightly.

Before it could intensify, a shout from outside startled you, Din jumping backwards and straightening up, his eyes wide. “What w-”

“A kid.” You pressed your lips together and closed your eyes, the heat in your cheeks making you shiver. “Probably saw all the trees, and couldn’t help themselves and…”

“Well then we should get out and make sure they don’t get the best one on the lot.” He sighed, releasing an unsteady breath. “And so we don’t spend the next few hours in here with -”

“We do have plans to get to.” Wrinkling your nose, you reached for the door again. “And I am going to be hungry, so…”

Moments later, the two of you were walking across the parking lot side by side, Grogu’s leash held tightly in one of Din’s gloved hands. “Where should we start? He pointed. “Cut your own? Pre-cut? The barn?”

“Why don’t we go to the cut your own first?” You touched his arm, fighting the urge to reach up and brush snowflakes off of his shoulder. “Lots of the families with kids steer clear of that side because wrangling a kid and an axe at the same time is kind of difficult, so…” He laughed but let you lead him off to the right, the freshly-fallen snow crunching beneath your feet. “I told you we’d have snow for the snowmen.” Bumping his shoulder with yours, you went on. “Have you seen the area they roped off for it?”

“No.” He was eyeing trees as you walked down one of the aisles, his attention moving between them and Grogu, the dog pulling on the leash as he veered off to sniff the pine needles on every tree you passed, his tail wagging furiously. “Have you?”

“They posted pictures. I’ll show you later.” The event organizers had blocked off a large section of land in the park area at the center of town, dividing it into eight smaller sections and secluding them from view at the beginning of the week. “But all the snow we’ve gotten this week is perfect. And if we get a couple more inches tonight and tomorrow, it’ll be even better.”

“You’re the expert there.” He whistled, the sound sharp. “Norac, Grogu.” The dog listened immediately - coming back to stand next to Din’s leg as a large family passed you, one of the younger children pointing at Grogu and squealing loudly. “Jate bora.”

You kept walking, reaching out every so often to touch the needles on the branches, but you were determined not to lead Din into choosing a tree, hoping that the man would find something that he liked on his own. He followed you closely, eyes remaining on you the entire time you walked, but neither of you stopped until you reached the end of the third row, Din saying your name quietly. “Hmm?”

“I have no idea what I’m looking for here.” He wet his lips, running a hand over his chin, his yellow-tipped black leather gloves catching your attention. “All these trees look the same, and -”

“Pick one that you like the shape of.” You sighed. “Pick one that doesn’t have a big bare spot, and that stands up straight. One that you can hang some lights and ornaments on.” Wait. “Do you have lights and ornaments? If this is your first tree…”

“I bought some from the store. They’re getting delivered tomorrow.” He nodded, looking pleased with himself. “Couple hundred lights, a few boxes of ornaments.” Ok, good. “Which one would you pick?” He moved closer, eyes on your face. “I know you have a fake tree now, but -”

“Din this isn’t my tree, though.” Your heartbeat quickened, lips parting at the implication of his question. “It’s -”

“I’m asking you for help.” He wet his lips. “And I don’t like asking people for help.”

“Alright.” It was snowing harder, the flakes collecting on the branches, and your attention was drawn to Grogu, the dog sitting on his haunches and gazing up at the sky, nose twitching as he sniffed the chilly air. “Alright, Din. Let’s pick you a tree.”

You started walking again, but instead of trailing behind Din, you walked next to him, pointing trees out as you passed them and stopping a few times to circle some, Din and Grogu following you closely. He reached out, touching your back and arm on more than one occasion, the man leaning in to smell the needles over your shoulder, the scent of his cologne overwhelming your senses. God, I like this.

“Should we go to the other section?” You were back where you started, the crowd of people also looking for trees getting larger the later it got. “Neither of us saw anything that we really liked.”

“Yeah.” We have to find something. We have to pick a tree. “The precut ones might be a better option, since you can see how they’ll sit when they aren’t still in the ground.”

And so you did - the three of you heading over to the area where the trees were already cut and ready to be baled, Din immediately heading over to one that was just under 8 feet tall, the needles a deep, dark green. “How’s this one? I like the shape.”

“It’s nice. But did you see this?” You stepped toward the back, pointing. “There’s a big bare spot.” You watched his face fall, Din nodding in resignation. “You could always turn it toward the back,” you went on, peering at it. ‘And I could show you how to hide it with lights, and -”

“You could.” His expression changed into a smile, Din pulling a glove off with his teeth to trail his fingers over the pointed ends of the branches. “If you wanted.”

“I…” You did want. You wanted to very much, the idea of helping the man decorate his first tree something that you hadn’t even previously considered. But now it’s going to be all I think about. “I’d like that, Din.” Swallowing before you spoke, you took a deep breath and met his eyes. “I’d really like that.”

He stared at you for long moments in the softly falling snow, and without thinking, you stepped closer to him, reaching out with one hand - like you were going to take his. But before you could, your boot caught a slick patch on the ground - a frozen puddle that was coated with a thin layer of snow - and you felt yourself falling, both arms flailing as your mouth opened in a gasp of surprise. Shit.

Before you hit the ground, though, Din’s arms shot out and caught you, one arm curling around your waist and the fingers of the other hand - the one that he’d removed the glove from - twisting into the material of your coat and keeping you upright. “Cuyir ulyc! Careful!” He shouted the word, Grogu barking as the leash slipped from Din’s hand to around his wrist, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Din, I -” He held you close, the toe of your boot finally finding purchase on the solid - non slippery - ground. “Thank you. That would have sucked if I’d gone down.”

“You’re welcome.” He took a deep breath, pulling you closer. “No way I would have let you fall.” You believed him - the man’s strong arms and broad chest reinforcing the fact that he could back up what he was saying. I wish there weren’t so many layers between us. “If I let you go, are you alright to stand?”

“Y… yeah. Sorry.” Rolling your eyes at yourself, you covered your face with one hand as you straightened up, clearing your throat. “I’m usually not so clumsy, but the ground’s slippery, and…”

“I trip all the time.” He laughed, beginning to walk forward and away from the first tree. “Sometimes over nothing, so the fact that it took ice to get you off your feet? Impressive.” It made you laugh, relaxing you at the same time. “At home, when it snows, it usually doesn’t take too long to clear the streets and sidewalks, but something like this?” He gestured at the lot, glancing over to meet your eyes again. “We don’t have anything like this, so I have no idea how it’d be there. “

“Where’s home, Din?” It slipped out before you could consider the question, your eyes still scanning the trees as you stepped through them. “You’ve mentioned that you’re not from here a couple times, but never really said where you lived before.” He stayed quiet for a long time, and just as you opened your mouth to tell him not to worry about answering, you heard him sigh.

“I’m from a small country overseas, but I spent a lot of my childhood traveling. My ali- my family is in politics, so we moved around a lot.” Oh. I wasn’t expecting that. “But the language that I taught Grogu in? It’s called Mando’a, and it’s a language that my… that the people in my country use.”

“That makes sense.” The two of you stopped again, next to a sturdy looking Balsam fir tree and faced each other, Din’s expression once again worried. But why? “Why’d you leave?” That hadn’t been what he was expecting - you could tell by the way his eyes widened, but Din’s answer came smoothly, the man shrugging his shoulders.

“Needed a change. Like I said, my family’s been in politics my whole life, and I didn’t want any part of it, so I left Mandalore and came here.” Mandalore… hmm.

“I’ve never heard of Mandalore, Din. I’m sorry.”

“It’s really small. Not many people have.” His smile came back, though it was more subdued than it had been earlier. “That’s actually where I went over the summer. Home. Had a little bit of a family emergency, and they needed me there to handle it.”

“So I was partially right.” You grinned. “I’m glad you got it taken care of and were able to come back.”

“I am too.” His attention shifted back to the trees briefly. “If I was home right now, we wouldn’t be here with you.” His words hit you hard, and to your surprise, Din reached out with one hand, draping his arm over your shoulders. “I like this one, by the way.”

“Yeah?” He nodded, slipping Grogu’s leash from his hand and passing it to you before removing his arm. “It does have a good shape.” You tightened your hold on the handle of it, glancing down at the dog, who was watching Din, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

“It does.” He stepped away from you and circled the tree, both hands reaching out to shake the trunk gently. “And there’s no bare spot back here. Looks straight.” He peeked at you from behind the tree, the smile back and taking over his entire face. “How’s this one?”

“It’s your tree, Din.” You liked it too, the top almost a perfect point, the triangular shape one that you would have gravitated to as well. “But I approve.” He nodded, still looking at you from behind the branches. “Do you want me to go and -”

“No. Hang on.” He disappeared for a second and then reappeared - the tree still between you. “Here.” Din held his phone out. “Take a picture of me with this. I want to send it to my friends. They still can’t believe I’m doing all of this Christmas stuff, and …” Din trailed off and you took his phone from him, opening the camera app and snapping a few pictures of him standing next to the tree, one hand on his hip. “Grogu. Olaror.”

Dropping the leash, you let the dog go, taking a step back so that you could get both of them in the picture before snapping a few. “Got ‘em, Din.” You flipped back through the images, eyes on the screen. “I think there’s a couple of …” You trailed off as you accidentally scrolled back one image too far, your face popping up onto the screen. What is… “Din? Why do you -”

“You weren’t supposed to…” He swore, bending over to grab the leash again and then moved to stand next to you, reaching for his phone. “I was…” He has a picture of me on his phone. And it’s not the one from the competition website, it’s one from my Instagram, and that means he … “After I sent that one of you and the cookies to Fennec, she said she wanted to see what you looked like, so I found that one, and …”

“Did you tell her you kissed me under mistletoe, too?” Smirking at him, you arched a brow. “Or that I kissed you in my kitchen?”

“Yes.” Din didn’t look away. “Told another friend about that, too. About you.” Din blinked slowly, but you were frozen in place, staring at the man. “Fett says that it’s a surprise, but …” Fett? What kind of a name is that? It has to be a last name. “That he’s happy for me.”

“I haven’t said anything to anyone.” You whispered the words, blinking to clear away snowflakes that had settled on your lashes. ‘I didn’t think -”

“He’s my oldest friend. And I trust her with my life.” Din stepped back toward you, Grogu following. “But yes, they know about you.” I didn’t know that there was anything to know except that we’re partners but maybe I … “I hope that’s alright.”

“Yeah.” Warmth bloomed in your chest beneath the layers you wore, the cold and snowy night suddenly much less so, and you stepped closer to Din again, careful to keep your footing. “Yeah, that’s fine, Din.”

Leaning in, you kissed him gently - lips pressed to his, your hand settling against his chest. This feels too easy. It’s too fast. It can’t.. It can’t be this simple. When you pulled away, Din was smiling, the expression reaching his eyes. “Good.” He opened his mouth to continue but then his eyes darted away from yours before they came back, the happiness in them shifting to a look of apology. “There’s a bunch of people coming. Stay here with our tree while I go and get one of those carts.” Our tree?

Instead of questioning him, though, you nodded, absently reaching for Grogu’s leash again as Dn turned to walk back toward the cashiers and the barn. “He’ll be right back, Grogu.” Kneeling down, you rested one knee on the wooden frame that supported the trees, keeping it off the ground. “Are you having a good time, pal?” The dog looked up at you and then rose onto his hind legs, paws on your knee. “I like your dad, buddy. I like him a lot. And I think he likes me too.”

Grogu inched closer, sniffing your face before he licked it, and you laughed at the sensation, grinning as you wound your arms around his neck and ducked your head to pull him closer. “He doesn’t usually like that.” Din spoke up from behind you, laughter in his voice. “I can’t believe he’s letting you do that.”

“It’s a Christmas miracle.” Separating from the dog, you stood, turning to look at Din, the man gripping the handle of one of the metal-framed transport carts. “I’m glad there was one of those free. Carrying this thing all the way to your truck would have sucked.” He nodded in agreement and moved closer to where you stood, patiently waiting for a couple and their small daughter to pass.

“The guy at the front said he could come help, but that if I didn’t need it, I could just lift it myself and wheel it up there.”

“Yeah, the tag’s color coded for the price.” You pointed to the plastic orange ribbon near the top of the tree. “Here, let me get him out of the way.” You tugged on Grogu’s leash, the two of you stepping into the empty space that had been occupied by an already purchased tree. Keeping your eyes on Din, you watched as he stepped forward and then reached down, sticking his hands between the branches so that he could grip the trunk of the tree and lift it.

It moved easily in his hold and you sucked in a breath at the sight of him hoisting the tree off of the base, the man grunting as it came free. He’s lifting that like it’s nothing. Din turned, the tree still in his arms, and let it drop into the cart, which was more like a dolly with a small basket at the bottom for the trunk to rest in. “Maker that’s prickly.” Fighting back a laugh, you and Grogu moved to stand next to Din, one of your hands reaching out to touch the branches.

“It’ll be worth it though. This is going to look good in your house.” Wonder where he’ll put it.

The three of you headed back down the path and toward the pay station, Din once again lifting it onto the table so that the employee could push it through the baler, the man setting it back onto the cart as a second employee talked to Din about payment for the tree and a stand.

It was still snowing while you made your way back to Din’s truck, fat white flakes that dropped almost lazily from the sky and while he loaded the tree into the back of the truck, you turned your face up, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “We should go.” Din stood next to you, the pressure of his hand at the center of your back surprising you. “Gotta drop the little guy and the tree off, and then I need some food.”

“Yeah.” Turning your head toward him, you agreed. “Dinner sounds amazing right now.”

The ride back to Din’s place was a quiet one, Grogu curling up in the back seat almost immediately and Din’s focus on the road, the headlights from oncoming cars highlighting his features as they passed.

But even though neither of you said much, that didn’t change the fact that the moment you’d both been settled into your seats and buckled in, one of Din’s gloved hands had reached for yours, your fingers slotting together - and staying that way.

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The tree fit perfectly in the room with the fireplace, though it was set up a safe distance away.

Once the two of you had carried it and the stand inside, you’d worked together to get it situated on the base, Din following your advice and using a drill to make a hole in the center of the trunk to help it absorb water. He needs a tree skirt. You made the decision as you stepped back to make sure it wasn’t crooked, Din bent over and tightening the eye bolts against the trunk. “Looks good, Din. You might want to turn it a little bit, but you can do that when you put the lights on.”

“When we put the lights on.” He stood, brushing his hands off on his pants. “You said you were going to help me.” I did, didn’t I. Agreeing, you raised your hand to the back of your neck, staring at the tree in front of you.

“You might want to put a sheet down around the base until you get a tree skirt, otherwise you’ll have needles everywhere.” Gesturing to the floor, you looked over at Din. “Unless you ordered one with the lights, because if you did, it should be alright for one night.”

“I didn’t.” He frowned. “Shit.”

“I can grab one while I’m shopping tomorrow, if you want, and give it to you when I see you tomorrow night?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned your entire body to face his. “Give Grogu something soft to lay on?”

“You don’t have to do that. I can go to the store tomorrow and get one.” He pushed his sleeves up, the tendons in his hands flexing with the motion. “Maybe grab some extra ornaments because I really don’t think I ordered enough.”

“I have extras.” Your smile widening, you held up a hand. “Boxes of them, Din. They’re ones that got passed down to me but that I don’t use because I never have room on my tree.” Wrinkling your nose, you shrugged. “They’re nothing special, just round, multi-colored glass balls, but they’re good filler.”

“Thank you.” He glanced over at the tree and the back at you. “I’d appreciate that.”

“Don’t mention it.” You turned your attention back to the tree, both of you going quiet. The silence was interrupted a few seconds later though, the sound of Din’s stomach rumbling loud. “We should do something about that.” He looked embarrassed but nodded, checking the time on the clock above the mantle.

“Lunch was a long time ago.” It was. “Let me put some food out for Grogu and then we can go.”

You followed him into the kitchen, slipping your coat back on and zipping it while he filled the food and water bowls, though Grogu didn’t move from his place on the recliner, his body curled into a tight circle and his nose resting on his paws.

The snow had stopped by the time you were heading back out to the truck, both of you sliding into the still-warm cab and getting settled. “Tonight’s been great.” You leaned your head back and then looked over at him, watching as Din reversed into the street. “I hope you’re having fun.”

“I am.” He didn’t try to take your hand again, instead keeping both of them on the steering wheel. “I guess I never really thought about doing anything like this before, but after the last couple weeks, I’m really glad that I am.”

“I was just talking about tonight, but I’ll take it.” He snorted, but didn’t say anything else. “I’m glad we’re doing this, too.” I really am.

When you parked at the restaurant a few minutes later, you were happy to see that the parking lot wasn’t too busy, Din able to pull into a spot close to the entrance. That was a good thing, since it had started snowing again, much lighter than it had been coming down earlier - but the less distance you had to cover, the less likely it was that you’d slip and fall again.

After being seated, you explained to the server that you were there to use your prize from the trivia contest. Once she knew who you were, she outlined what the overall limitations of the prize were before she stepped away from the table, leaving you to look over the menus

Forty minutes later, Din spoke up and voiced the thoughts you’d been having the entire time you were in the restaurant.

“You know, I was figuring we’d get an appetizer and entrees plus a drink, but…” Din gestured to the spread in front of you - head shaking back and forth. “This is almost too much food.”

You agreed. Each of you had ordered an appetizer along with an entree, and you had dessert coming, too. “I mean, it’s a good way to try more of the menu, but still…” Pushing your plate away, you closed your eyes briefly. “I probably didn’t need to order so much.”

“It’s going to be really hard to sit through a movie after eating all of this.” He groaned, swiping his thumb over the corner of his mouth. “We didn’t plan well.”

“No.” You sucked air in through your teeth, eyes on him. “We did not.” You wanted to see a movie - wanted to continue the night with him, had no desire to separate … but also knew that the moment the lights went down, there was a good chance you’d fall asleep. “Din…

“Maybe we should go and see that movie some other time.” He frowned, a look of disappointment flashing in his eyes. “I hate to -”

“We could always watch a movie while we decorate the tree?” You picked up a french fry, taking a bite and chewing thoughtfully. “It won’t be the same, but at least we won’t risk falling asleep or being uncomfortable, or…” He leaned closer, eyes on you. “Or wasting the tickets because neither of us are paying attention.”

“We’ll still have the tickets, though. So that means -” He took a sip of his drink, pausing for dramatic effect as he swallowed. “That means you’ll have to see two movies with me.”

“I don’t think I’d mind that much.” Tapping the tines of your fork on your plate, you kept your eyes on Din. “I like spending time with you.” It was the right thing to say, the man’s soft smile turning into a full-blown grin.

“You’re just saying that because I’m a good competition partner. If we’d lost trivia, you’d be somewhere else right now.”

“You’re right.” You leaned closer. “Because if we’d lost trivia, we wouldn’t have gotten to come back here and eat for free.” Din laughed at your words, tilting his head back and exposing the column of his neck to you, your eyes drawn to the smooth expanse of skin. “I don’t know why you’re laughing, it’s true.”

“I know it is.” He looked at you again before closing his eyes and nodding. “Damn, this is …” He swore quietly, taking another drink. “Is it always this easy?”

“No.” You answered truthfully, picking up your napkin and twisting it between your fingers. “It’s not, Din.” He swiped a hand over his face, dragging it over his cheeks and chin, but Din never looked away from you, the man’s eyes locked on yours. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.” He waited, hands flat on the table. Do you really want to ask this? You weren’t sure, but knew that you needed to, for your own sake.

“Why me? Why after all these months, did you say yes to me when I know damn well that plenty of women have tried to ask you out since you’ve been here and you’ve turned them all down?” He took a few seconds to think, but when he replied, the response wasn’t what you expected.

“I wanted to ask you out a while ago, but I knew I couldn’t because you were with someone. I didn’t know it at first, but after working here for a month? I knew about James. I knew you’d been with him for a while, and so I figured I’d keep it professional.” But that doesn’t answer my question. “I didn’t come here to try and date someone. I wasn’t… I’m not looking for quick and meaningless. I just wanted …” He trailed off, looking down. “I wanted to see what it was like being over here and having a normal job and making friends, and …”

Scooting your chair in, you kept your eyes on the man. “That still doesn’t answer my question, though. Once you found out that I was with someone, there were a ton of other people to choose from. And I’m sure most of them wouldn’t have wanted to just … hook up or whatever, Din. Especially after getting to know you a little.”

“You’re probably right.” He shrugged, the motion of his upper body casual, though his voice was not. “And there were a couple times I almost said yes to women when they asked, but it just never … when I thought about it, I didn’t need to date anyone.” No one needs to date anyone, Din.

“Ok, but -”

“And when you asked, I said yes because I wanted to. I knew you weren’t just trying to sleep with me, and I thought … fuck, it makes me sound so damn selfish.” He rested his elbow on the table and then leaned forward, rubbing at his forehead. “I thought we could get to know each other and keep it … friendly.”

“Oh, I plan on keeping this very friendly.” You reached out, laying your hand on the one of his that was still on the table. “Haven’t I done that so far?”

“I can honestly say that I haven’t ever kissed one of my friends the way you kissed me in your kitchen last week.” Din winked at you, his lips twitching into a smirk for fleeting seconds before settling back into a neutral expression. “Maybe that means I have a lot to learn about living here, but … I don’t think so.”

His words made you laugh and after a few seconds, Din joined you, flipping his hand over to squeeze yours. “I’m perfectly fine with going back to how it was, Din. Just say the word, and -”

“Nayc. No.” He ran his thumb over the inside of your wrist, moving it slowly. “I don’t know why you are different. I don’t know why after so long it felt right to say yes when you asked me. But I wasn’t lying to you when I said that I just wanted to see you happier again.” He let go of your hand, bringing his up and dragging his fingers through his hair. “And it seems like you have been.”

“I have.” Admitting it wasn’t as difficult as you thought it would be, the words flowing out of your mouth without pause. “When James and I broke up, there was a week or so where I thought we might get back together. I missed him, or at least I thought I did. But then I realized…” You picked up another fry, dragging the end of it through a puddle of ketchup on your plate. “I just missed spending time with someone and enjoying it, and the more I thought about that, the more I realized I felt the same way even when I was with James.”

It was the first time you’d admitted that, and it felt good to say it out loud. “What would you have done if he’d asked you to marry him?” He picked up his glass again, the ice cubes clinking against his teeth as he took a long sip. “Three years together is a long time, right?”

“It is.” A really long time. “Everyone was surprised we weren’t married or engaged, but I don’t … I don’t know what I would have said, and I think it’s because a part of me always knew he wouldn’t ever ask.”

“You don’t deserve that.” Din said your name, a long pause afterward. “No one deserves to be led on for that long in a relationship.”

“It is what it is, Din. And look…” You finished your drink, holding the glass in one hand as you continued. “It was a learning experience, and -”

“Bullshit.” He rolled his eyes. “A learning experience doesn’t take that long.” It shouldn’t. ‘If you’re with someone for that long, you know whether or not you want to be with them. And if you don’t see a future…” He shrugged. “You tell them so they can move on and find someone that does.”

“So you’d take less than three years to propose to someone?” He nodded. “Lucky woman.” It slipped out before you could stop yourself, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you raised your hand to cover it, eyes going wide. Shit, I just … Oh no. “I just mean…”

“I know what you mean.” He inhaled, nodding at you without looking away. “If you know you want to be with someone, why wait until enough time has passed?”

“And you know what?” You finished your fries, pushing your plate to the side. “Like I said before, it’s not even that I need to get married, or need that type of commitment. I just … I guess I want to know that the person I’m with… that they’re thinking about a future with me in it.” Wait, though, he might think you mean this, too. “But.” You held up a finger, trying to lighten the mood. “That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to date casually. I’m not naive enough to think that you just end up with the first person you date, or that sometimes things won’t work out even after you’ve been together for a while. I just…”

“You don’t need to explain yourself.” He leaned back in his chair, still watching you. “You just want to know someone isn’t wasting your time.” Yeah. That’s exactly it. “I have no interest in wasting anyone’s time.” He spoke quietly, leaning back in toward you. “I hope you know that.” Oh, I…

You stiffened, unable to do anything but look at Din, but that passed quickly, allowing you to draw in a deep breath. “Thanks for that.” But that means you need to be honest with him, too. “Din, I just want to let you know that I don’t want to waste your time, either. I don’t… I don’t know what I’m ready for, or what I’m looking for, or -”

“I know.” He sucked an ice cube from his glass into his mouth, nodding. “It’s only been a couple weeks, right? We’ll get there.” Does that mean… Despite your growing closeness - the kisses and touching, the late night text messages and the increased time spent together, part of you had still doubted that what was going on with Din could ever be more than anything casual. Because he’s never acted like he wanted anything like that with anyone. “You have to get to know someone before you figure out whether or not you can be with them, right?”

“Right.” That put you at ease - Din wanted to get to know you, and was aware of where you stood when it came to what you eventually hoped for … and he was still sitting across from you, watching you with a kind smile on his face and genuine interest in his eyes. “Din, I never meant for it to -”

“I’m glad it did.” He wet his lips, the tip of his tongue flashing pink against them. “And by the way, I consider this an actual date, so…”

“Good.” Laughing nervously, you tapped your fingertips on the table. “I do, too.”

Din’s mouth opened as he started to reply, but the man was cut off by the return of your server, two plates of dessert in her hands. “So, since your meal’s been taken care of tonight, whenever you’re finished with these, feel free to go.” She smiled at you first - and then Din, her eyes lingering on his face. “If you need boxes or refills on your drinks, just wave me down, but if you don’t, then thanks for coming in.”

“Thank you.” Din nodded, head turned to look up at the woman. “Appreciate it.” She didn’t linger, leaving the two of you alone, and even though there was more to say in relation to your previous conversation, Din took a different track with what he said next, clearing his throat as he picked up his fork. “So tomorrow… tell me about this snowman thing.”

“Well.” You took a bite of your dessert, groaning quietly at how good it tasted. “Like I said, they block off enough space for everyone to build. We do it in secret, so that people can’t tell who makes what, and then when we’re all done, they take down the walls and reveal the snowmen.” He nodded, his eyes on your plate. “You can try it if you want, Din.” Pushing it forward, you gestured with one hand. “It’s fine.”

He didn’t hesitate to reach over and take some, your eyes on him as he lifted the fork to his mouth. “Shit, that’s good.” It is. “Want some of mine?” You did, repeating the same with his plate, and after a few seconds of comfortable silence, Din spoke again. “So then who judges?”

“There’s a panel, like with the cookies, but there’s also a public vote, so the people that are walking through the park get to decide.”

“What if someone cheats and tells people what they’ll be making? Or people can tell based on -”

“That’s just a risk of joining the competition.” You shrugged. “I’d like to think that people wouldn’t cheat like that, but…” But it could happen. “You’re not allowed to make snowmen that could identify you. So like, we couldn’t make us and Grogu, for example. We’ll be given a theme at the start of our time, and then have to make something based on that.”

“A theme? How do you make themed snowmen?” His confusion was endearing, and as you finished your dessert, you rubbed your hands together.

“They’ll have accessories there to go along with the theme. One year, it was a tropical theme, so there were a bunch of Hawaiian shirts and straw hats… coconuts and seashells… stuff like that.” He nodded. “It’s to even the playing field, so that everyone’s doing a variation of the same thing and has to work with the same props.”

“Alright.” He sighed. “Well, I guess that we just have to wait now, right?” Right. “How are you feeling?”

“Full.” Groaning, you stared down at the table. “I’m ready for a nap.”

“You can hang out at my place for a while, if you want.” He sounded hesitant to suggest it, and you wondered if it was because he thought you’d say no, or because he was just nervous, but either way, it was endearing. “There’s not much to do, but…”

“I’d like that.” Turning your head toward the window and squinting, you sighed. “As long as it’s not snowing too hard. I don’t want to get stuck in a Baby It’s Cold Outside situation, and -”

“What?” He interrupted you, blinking. “I have no idea what -”

“Oh.” Laughing, you pulled your phone out and typed into Google, sliding the device over the table toward him. “So the song goes back and forth between a man and a woman, switching between them every other line.”

He picked it up, eyes scanning the screen, and a few seconds later, Din laughed, covering his face with one large hand. “I’d just drive you home if it got bad out and you really didn’t want to stay.” Of course you would. “They played this one at trivia, right? I remember hearing it.”

“They did.” You took your phone back from him, nose wrinkling. “And I was just trying to make a joke, I keep forgetting you don’t know all of the little… anyway. Yeah, Din. I’ll stay over for a while if you want me to, since I planned on being out kind of late anyway.” He looked relieved again, and when, a few minutes later, the two of you were back in the parking lot, coats completely zipped to ward off the cold, you were happy to see that it had stopped snowing, the sky above you littered with twinkling stars. “I’ll have to take you up to the lookout sometime, Din. It’s cold, but the view’s amazing, especially this time of year.”

“The lookout?” He moved closer, turning his head to look at you. “I think I’ve heard a couple guys at work talk about that.”

“I’m sure you have. It’s really popular.” He unlocked your door, his hand trailing over your shoulder as he stepped back. “Teenagers go there to make out all the time, and -”

“Oh, so if we go there, is that what you’re expecting?” Turning to face him, you watched as Din crossed his arms over his chest, the silver of his coat glinting under the streetlights. “Maybe it’s me that needs to be singing about having to leave early to get home.” You lost it at that - laughing so hard you doubled over, eyes squeezing shut. Oh, Din.

“You caught me.” Gritting your teeth in a faux-wince, you straightened back up. “Dragging you off to somewhere dark and secluded -”

“Tell me the night, and I’m there.” He winked at you, the man uncrossing his arms and reaching out, his knuckles brushing over one of your cheeks. “No dragging required.”

You felt it then - the scales dangerously close to tipping over in a direction there’d be no returning from, but instead of letting it happen, you turned your head to the right, your lips grazing over his fingers briefly. “Alright.”

And then you pulled back, taking a deep breath and turning back to face the car door and gritting your teeth for real. Don’t get ahead of yourself. It was hard not to - the conversation that you’d had over dinner giving you a better idea where you stood with Din, the man’s admission that he liked being straightforward and didn’t want to waste time aligning with exactly what you were looking for. But it’s too easy. It’s too easy, too fast, and I can’t… I can’t let myself get lost in all of this.

You gave yourself the reminder as he slid into the seat next to you, the truck rumbling to life. You and Din talked on the way back to his house, though it was mostly inane conversation, centered on work and people that you both knew - words meant to pass the time and nothing more.

When he pulled into the driveway and parked next to your car, you were the first to get out, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, the cold air filling your lungs. “I don’t know how you can do that after eating all that food.” Din’s voice interrupted your thoughts, the man coming up next to you. “I feel like I’m going to be sick. That cheesecake was not the best idea.”

“But it was so good!” You reached over, pressing your hand against his chest. “You liked it!”

“I did,” He laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “But that doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t know my limits and not…” He moved as he spoke, his hands going to your hips as yours remained on his chest, the other one hanging by your side. “... not stop myself from taking things too…”

You didn’t even try to stop it - the man’s head angled and dipping toward yours, the way your eyes moved from his and down to his lips, your focus on his cupid’s bow, the center of it over the fullest part of his lower lip. I don’t want to stop it. He kissed you, pulling back at the last second and softening the contact, lips pressing to yours almost hesitantly.

He held you there for long moments, your second hand rising to curl your fingers around the back of one of his elbows. And then Din walked you backwards, only stopping when you made contact with the surface of the garage door, but even then he didn’t pull away, a quiet huff escaping through your nose and a matching one from his as the kiss continued.

Fisting the material of his jacket against your palm, you kept him close, even after Din pulled back to breathe, resting his forehead against yours and inhaling shakily, his hands still on your hips. “Got carried away there. Sorry about that.”

‘Din…” It came out breathily, a puff of air visible on the following exhale. “Don’t ever apologize for kissing me.” Muttering that he’d remember you saying that, he tilted his head and kissed you again, that one short and a little more forceful.

“Time to go inside. It’s cold out here and we’ll be out for long enough tomorrow.” Yeah, we will.

So you followed him into the house, peering around the corner in time to see Grogu lift his head up and over the arm of the chair to look in your direction before laying it back down, his eyes closing again. “Smell that?” Inhaling deeply, you closed your eyes. “Nothing like a fresh cut tree. Give it a couple days and the whole house will smell amazing.” I’ve gotta burn candles to get that smell in my place.”

“Yeah?” He’d taken his jacket off, hanging it over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. “I like it.”

“Me too.” You took your coat off, too, picking another chair, and then stared at the man, waiting to see what he said next. It was the first truly awkward encounter between the two of you, and you couldn’t quite place why that was the case. But the longer you stood there, the more you understood.

It was awkward because neither of you knew where to go next.

It would have been easy to step forward and take his hand, to pull him toward you and tell him that whatever happened was fine with you. It would have been easy to grab for your coat, pulling it back on and telling him that you’d had a great night but you needed to go. But with either of those options, the hard part would be tomorrow. It would be the rest of this -

“Want to watch something on TV?” He scratched the back of his neck, shuffling his feet on the floor. “Gotta be something good on, right?” The middle option.

“Yes.” He moved with your agreement, leading you down and into the room that Grogu was in, and after letting the dog outside, Din sat down next to you, leaning forward and reaching for the remote. “Maybe we can find one of the Christmas specials on somewhere. Have you seen any of them?”

“No.” He leaned back, remote held up in front of him. “I know what they are, but I haven’t seen any of them. Which one do you like the most?” It took you a second, but you were able to give him an honest answer.

“The original Grinch. It’s animated and it’s really old, but it’s …” You leaned back and then tucked your feet beneath your body. “It’s got charm. Rudolph is great, too. All of the old animated ones are… they remind me of being little.”

“Yeah?” He looked over at you, smiling just enough so that you could see it. “Are there Christmas movies that aren’t cartoons that you like, too?”

“Plenty.” You cleared your throat. “Have you seen Die Hard?”

“I have.” That shocked you, but it resulted in a conversation that wasn’t at all stilted, the two of you talking about other Christmas movies for the next twenty or so minutes, Din only getting up to let Grogu in and go into the kitchen for water.

He brought you a glass without you asking, handing it over and then heading for the tree and trailing his fingers along the ends of the branches while you stayed on the couch. I never thought I’d be here with him.

Din stood in front of the tree, his back to you, and even though there weren’t any lights or ornaments on it, it still felt cozy, dispute the tentative way he touched the branches. “You’re not gonna hurt it, Din.” Climbing off of the couch, you moved to stand next to him. “When we had a real tree when I was a kid? We used to shove our arms in between the branches and shake it, just to get rid of whatever needles were going to fall out before we started decorating.”

Pulling your sleeve over your hand, you did just that, gripping the trunk and shaking it hard, looking down in time to see a few needles settling on the carpet. “You weren’t kidding.” Nope.

“You picked a good tree, Din. It fits in this room.” Pausing, you pulled your hand back, making sure that the entire thing wasn’t going to fall over. “And -”

You stopped mid-sentence, though, when Din’s arm went around you, urging you closer. What is he doing? “It’ll look even better when it’s decorated.” He took another breath, tightening his hold on you. “Right?”

“Right.” Just go with it. Go with it, because the other option is walking away and … I don’t want to. “Did you go with colored or white lights?”

“Multicolored. I really like the way yours looks, so I got those.” That made you smile, even as you ducked your head down to hide it from him. “When did you want to come over? Tomorrow night? Sunday?”

“If I come over Sunday, that means you’ll have seen me every day for a week straight.” And then next week at work, too. You tried to play it off as a joke, bumping into him with your shoulder, but Din didn’t laugh, keeping his arm around you though he turned to face you, too.

“And? What’s the problem with that?”

“I don’t want you to get sick of me.” It was happening again, the two of you moving closer together, his hand sliding over your back to settle at your hip, the other one traveling slowly but purposefully up your opposite arm. “Din, I -”

“How could anyone get sick of you?” You licked your lips at that, opening your mouth to reply, but he didn’t let you, his fingers closing around your shoulder before they moved up, Din’s large hand pausing against the side of your neck before it moved back so that he could tilt your chin up. “That’s not possible.”

“You don’t know me well enough yet,” you mumbled, but there was nothing behind it. “You -” That was as far as you got, Din whispering your name before he kissed you.

It started out slow, like the others, but quickly changed into something more - the earlier kisses from that night acting as the kindling for the fire sparked by the touch of his lips to yours. And you made the most of it, your hand rising to the back of his neck and then settling there for a few seconds before you broke apart from him for a moment, a breathy “fuck it” all you managed before you dove in again, crushing his lips with yours and sliding your hand up, fingers tangling in his hair.

Din groaned into your mouth when you tugged on it, the strands soft and curling around your fingers, and when he shifted his hands on you, the hold turning into him gripping the back of your neck and the hand at your waist pushing up and taking your shirt with it, exposing a strip of your skin to the open air of his living room, you gasped, the opening apparently exactly what he was waiting for.

He slipped his tongue past your parted lips moments later and all you could do was nod at the action, encouraging him wordlessly when you met it with your own, your grip on his hair still tight. There was urgency in the kiss for the first time, the movement of your mouths turning sloppy the longer it went on, but you didn’t care.

When you paused to breathe, chest pressed to Din’s and heaving, you looked up, opening your eyes. He was watching you, searching your face for any sign of hesitation, and when you didn’t give him one, he grinned and swooped in again, nodding before closing his lips around your lower one and sucking, the softness replaced with teeth moments later, the edges of them dragging over your lip.

You continued to touch him, too - fingers loosening in his hair and instead stroking it, the movement made easier when Din broke away from your mouth and pressed a trail of kisses across your cheek and then down, following the line of your jaw. Oh, shit. I… Your body responded before you even realized you were doing it, head tilting away and exposing more of your neck to him - and Din took full advantage.

You kept your eyes closed and took a long, deep breath as he latched onto the thin skin where your neck met your shoulder, the rasp of his beard raising goosebumps at your throat. Din stepped backwards and you followed, almost certain that he was leading you toward the stairs. And that’s fine. That’s -

A loud squeak startled you and you jumped away from Din, eyes wide. “What the -”

But he was laughing, the man’s mouth open as he tilted his head back. What was … You figured it out as soon as you glanced down, Grogu off of the chair and attempting to pick up the toy that Din had stepped on, paws spread apart as he nosed at it. “Dank farrik.” Din groaned and you raised both hands to your face, covering it with them. Shit.

“Din, I -”

“We got carried away.” He said your name and you peeked through your fingers, heart still racing as you attempted to calm yourself down. “We got carried away and I didn’t mean for …”

“I’m sorry.” It was second nature to you to apologize, but as soon as the words left your mouth, you felt Din’s hand at your elbow, urging you closer.

“I’m not.” His eyes were blazing, focused on your face. “It’s a good thing we stopped, but I’m not sorry.” Pulling on your hand, Din led you up the stairs and into the kitchen, Grogu finally getting the toy into his mouth and then following you, the quiet click click click of his nails on the hardwood stopping only when he laid down, the toy securely between his paws. “Wanted to do that all night, actually.”

“Yeah?” Leaning your against the edge of the counter, you watched as Din faced it, lowering his head to grip the edge of the sink with both hands. “What took you so long?”

“Didn’t know if you wanted it, too.” Turning his head, he shrugged. “Now I do. But.” He sighed, looking down, and you watched his shoulders rise and fall, the man squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t … it can’t go further than that. Not now. Not yet.”

“OK.” Confused, you stepped closer and put your hand flat on his back. “I don’t expect you… or us to… Din?”

“I meant what I said when I told you I don’t want to waste your time.” He said your name, looking back at you, and for the first time, you saw genuine anguish in his eyes, the man’s uncertainty almost tangible. “And until I know for sure I wouldn’t be, it’s not a good idea for us to … take this further.”

You had no idea what he was talking about or how he could possibly be wasting your time, but you chose not to question it. He wouldn’t say it if he didn’t mean it. He’s got to have a reason, and … “Does that mean you don’t want to see me again? Or finish the -”

“No, not at all.” He straightened up, reaching for you and encircling your wrist with his fingers. “Competition is still on. And of course I want to see you again, we’ve got a tree to decorate. But this…” He squeezed your arm and then reached for you with his other hand, running his thumb over your lips. “We’ve got to slow it down.”

It was disappointing - not because you expected the man to take you to bed, or because you’d even imagined that that’s where things were going. But to hear him lay it out and say that it couldn’t happen was like a knife to the heart. But he’s still touching me. He’s still right here, and he’s still… “Alright, Din. If that’s what you want, I’ll be… more mindful of -”

“It’s not what I want but it’s what has to happen.” He rolled his eyes, thumb dragging slowly over your collarbone. “For now, anyway.” He paused, frowning. “Do you trust me?”

“I have no reason not to.” It was a dangerous thing to place your trust in a man that you’d only really been getting to know for a few weeks - and you knew it - but that didn’t change how you felt - or the sincerity in your words. “I should probably get going though. We’ve already proven we can’t keep our hands to ourselves.”

“Not sure how anyone can around you.” He smiled, the look in his eyes changing back to one that was more relaxed. “And I mean that.”

“Thanks, Din.” You were reluctant to pull yourself out of his arms but you did it anyway, reaching for your coat and pulling it on. “Meet me tomorrow at 4 at the park? Do you know where the lot is?”

“I do. And that works.” He scratched at his cheek, nodding. “We never decided on a day for the tree.” We didn’t. “Unless you’d rather not help after tonight. And I’d understand, because -”

“How about this.” You stepped closer, arms crossed over your chest. “You have a fireplace and I don’t. Why don’t we decorate tomorrow night after the snowman thing? You can light a fire, and it’ll help to set the right mood … and it’ll warm us up after hours in the snow.”

“I can do that.” He blew out a breath, eyes darting off to the side so that he could look at the clock. “Easy.”

You were prolonging the inevitable, and so you made your move for the door, Din following close behind you - and Grogu behind him. When you reached it, you grabbed for the handle, pausing and deciding to turn back around. “Make sure you dress warm tomorrow. Boots and gloves and a hat… it gets cold out there. They have warming tents, but sometimes…”

You thought back to the first year you’d entered with James, and how cold you’d both been before the end of it - your gloves dripping wet and his boots soaked through. “I told you. I like snow. I’ll be fine. Thank you for the reminder, though.”

“No problem.” Digging through your bag for your keys, you nodded. “Ok, Din. G’night.”

“Hey.” He said your name again, caution in his tone. “I promise I’ll explain everything when I can. Thank you for understanding.” Yeah. Yeah, it…

“I’m just trying to come to terms with the fact that kissing me got you so distracted that it took you stepping on a squeaky toy to come to your senses.” He grinned at that, both of you looking down at Grogu and then meeting each other’s eyes again.

“I would have stopped myself.” He reached for you, curling his fingers under your jaw. “I was distracted but still wouldn’t have let myself get completely out of line.”

“Good to know.”

It was happening again, the pull between the two of you making you lean in, the subtle change in the position of his hand telling you exactly what was going to happen moments before it did.

Din kissed you once and then turned his head to the side, lips landing on the corner of your mouth and lingering. “Get home safe.” He whispered the words before pulling away, the tip of his nose dragging up and along your cheek before he stood up straight. “And I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” Swallowing hard, you reached behind you and twisted the doorknob, the gust of cold air bringing you completely back to the present. “Thanks for tonight, Din. It was …” Perfect. “You know.”

“Yeah. I do.”

Stepping onto the porch, you headed for your car, only looking back at Din when you were sitting in the driver’s seat. He was standing in the doorway, eyes on you - and when you put the car into reverse, he nodded his head once in a silent goodbye - you lifting your hand to wave in return.

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Jate bora: good job

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Olaror: come

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bbyquokka · 2 years ago

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：📃 ♡ . ⁺ ᘏ : stimulation is key

➥ pairings: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader

➥ genre: College!AU | friends to lovers | smut | MDNI

➥ synopsis: you and Seungmin are studying together, however, you're struggling to retain any of the information so Seungmin suggests a little bit of 'stimulation'

➥ words: 2.3k

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"What about a little bit of stimulation? Maybe that will help you remember." You and Seungmin are currently studying. You made some flashcards and wanted Seungmin to test you, however, you couldn't remember nor get anything correct.

"W-what do you mean?" You stutter. Seungmin grins, extending his arm out and placing his hand on top of your leg.

"Exactly what I said. A little bit of stimulation can help y'know. A little goes a long way, as they say."

"B-But I'm your friend.." You whisper, looking down at your lap. You hear Seungmin shuffle to your side, his hands cupping your cheeks gently.

"Hey. We don't have to. It's only a suggestion." His thumb strokes your cheek softly, his gaze soft as he speaks with sincerity. You lean into his touch, fireworks exploding in your stomach.

You cannot deny the fact that you find him very attractive. He has that innocent look to him, even with his hair dyed pink, he still manages to maintain that innocence. That doesn't mean you haven't been curious though.

It's college. That part of your life where you are neither teen nor adult. You don't know what to do with your life, don't know what to feel. Feelings come and go, sometimes they last and shake up your world like a tornado – and having feelings for Seungmin, is one of them

Gossip spreads like wildfire, especially when it comes to sex. For reasons that you do not understand, people seem to be very intrigued in other people's sex life. You couldn't care less, until you heard something about Seungmin. You've always been interested in him. The only feeling you feel for him is love.

You occasionally daydreamed about what type of partner he would be, how he would treat you, etc. You felt like you were fourteen again, experiencing your first crush. You never thought of him in a sexual way, maybe because you constantly hear about it every single day. In some way, it put you off sex.

But when Seungmin became the topic of conversation, you couldn't help but feel sexual towards him. Rumours about how good he treats the person, how good they feel when they're with him. Some would be explicit and those were the ones that heighten your feelings.

"Have you not been curious, sweetheart" You blink, his question catching you off guard.

"Excuse me?"

"Surely you've heard the rumours. Are you not curious about me?" You avoid his gaze, heart beating against your ribcage. You bite your lip gently, debating on whether to lie or tell the truth. After a few seconds of silence, you look at Seungmin and nod slowly.

"I have… I've been really curious and the more I hear about it, the more I–" You stop yourself, flushing a deep shade of red.

"The more you what, sweetheart?" Seungmin encourages, his voice so soft that it makes you melt in his hands. You squeeze your eyes shut, lips pressed together in a thin line. You feel like crying, the words threatening to spill out. Your heart racing against your rib cage – it's make or break.

You open your eyes slowly, your tears falling past your lower lash line, Seungmin's thumb soaking up your tears.

"The more I want you." You shakily spoke. The silence that fell upon you both is deafening. You start to panic, thinking this is the end of your friendship with Seungmin.

"Seungmin, I–" Before your brain could register what was happening, you feel his lips pressing against yours softly but firmly. He doesn't move, he wants to make sure you feel comfortable and register what is happening. After a few seconds, he pulls away, laughing at your shocked expression.

"Y/n, I want you too." He whispers, breath hitting your lips. You whimper softly, leaning into his touch.

"I thought yo–"

"Hey, don't think. Just do it." He encourages. You lean in, lips locking onto each other. They move together in perfect harmony, a slow and sweet kiss, one that's filled with want and desires for one another that only true lovers share. Seungmin pulls you onto his lap so you're straddling him. You hold onto his shoulders making sure to never break apart from his lips.

Seungmin carefully deepens the kiss, his hands slowly sliding up your sides, disappearing under the material of your t-shirt. Goosebumps rise to the surface of your skin, his fingers leaving a trail of fire, burning up your body.

You sit flush on his crotch, his erection poking you. You whimper at the feeling, slowly grinding down. With a simple lick of your bottom lip, your lips part allowing him to slide his tongue in. Saliva and breath mix together, his hands cupping both breasts, kneading and massaging over your standard t-shirt bra.

You reach behind, tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling softly at the strands. Seungmin grunts softly, the sound running down your spine and straight to your core.

"Are you sure about this?" Seungmin whispers against your lips, "Once I start, I don't think I will be able to stop."

"I'm sure, Minnie."

"A hundred percent?"

"Yes."

"A million percent?"

"Yes." You giggle softly, "I've never been so sure of something in my life."

"Okay. Just making sure. I'd hate for you to hate this or worse – regret it afterwards."

"Don't worry, Minnie." You grab the bottom of your t-shirt, lifting it up and over your head. You discard the material on the floor, Seungmin swallowing at the sight of your curves.

"Beautiful." He shakily whispers, stroking your waist. You shiver, whimpering softly as you watch his hands. He reaches behind you, hands trailing up to your bra clasp. "Can I?"

You nod, giving him permission. In one swift and skilful motion, your bra comes undone. Your straps slide off your shoulders and down your arms, breast slowly becoming exposed to Seungmin. He takes the bra, pulling it down the rest of your arms before throwing it to the side.

You suddenly feel shy, vulnerable, exposed. Your cheeks slowly taint pink, your arms folding across your chest to hide your breasts. Seungmin holds your arms, his cheeks and tips of his ear are also pink.

"Don't hide. You're gorgeous." He gently pulls apart your arms, to which you allow him to do. Your nipples harden in the cold air. Seungmin licks his bottom lip, making it shine in the dim light your lamp provides.

"You're so fucking gorgeous." Seungmin whimpers, his hand gently cupping your breast.

"I'm not." You mumble, looking at your lap. Seungmin frowns, displeased with your response. With his hand stationary on your breast, he uses his free hand to lift your chin up by hooking his finger under it.

"Hey. Don't ever say that, you hear? You're the most gorgeous, most beautiful person I've seen."

"You're just saying that, Minnie. I bet you say that to all the girls."

"No. I don't. I mean what I say, you know that y/n and I mean it when I say you're gorgeous. I'm not just talking about your looks either."

"Huh?"

"y/n. You're real, as in, you're a real woman. You have curves, you have textured skin, flaws, stretch marks, hip dips, thick thighs. You're beautiful and you're real. Embrace it because there are people out there that love it and I'm one of them."

"Seungmin, I–"

"Shh, I don't want to hear any more excuses or 'I don't believe you'. I won't stop complimenting you and telling you how gorgeous you are until you learn to love yourself. But even then, I will never stop."

"Thank you." You whisper. Seungmin hums before kissing your lips sweetly. You close your eyes, embracing the kiss and getting lost in his touch. His hand that's on your breast starts gently squeezing and massaging. You hum softly in the kiss, holding him close to you.

Seungmin breaks free from the kiss, dipping his head low and capturing your nipple between his lips. He sucks gently, nibbling the sensitive bud. He flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud gently, earning himself a whimper from you.

"S-Seungmin." You moan out softly. He looks up at you through his lashes, his mouth and hand occupied. You push back his hair gently before running your fingers through his silky soft locks.

Pleasure tingles all over your body, your veins filling up with adrenaline. Being touched like this is warming to you. Seungmin is taking extra care, learning about your body. He wants to know your limits, how far he can take it. His touch is gentle but electrifying. Each kiss, suck and touch sends every cell in your body into overdrive. You feel loved.

"Seungmin, let me pleasure you." You spoke, feeling shy and embarrassed. Seungmin pulls away, looking at you as he wipes his saliva away from his lips.

"You don't have to, sweetheart."

"I know, but I want to." You shuffle off his lap, standing up. Seungmin watches you before following your moves. You nod towards the bed, indicating for him to sit to which he does.

You kneel between his legs, pulling down his pants and boxer shorts. His cock springs free from their restraints. you waste no time in wrapping your hand around his cock, gently and slowly tugging it. Seungmin groans softly, your wrist rotating at his tip. You cup his balls, gently massaging them as your movements speed up a little.

Beads of pre-cum coat his tip, his skin warm against the palm of your hand. You lick your lips as you lean in, wrapping your lips around his tip. You suck, the taste of salt coating your tastebuds. Seungmin's groans encourage you to take more of him, in which you do.

Soon, half his length is inside your mouth. Seungmin grips tightly onto the bedsheets, trying not to cum down your throat. You tuck your hair behind your ear, eyes closing as you move your head up and down. Your tongue flat, rubbing along the underside of his cock whilst the sides stroke your cheeks.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so good." Seungmin's words strained, his chest rising up and down in time with his laboured breaths. You hum around his cock, the vibrations causing goosebumps to rise to the surface of his skin.

When you feel your jaw getting tired and slack, you pull away and discard the rest of your clothing. You pick up your flashcards, handing them to Seungmin.

"You want to–"

"Stimulation." You state, crawling onto your bed. You lie on your back, legs wide and bent at the knees. Seungmin takes off his clothing before situating himself between your legs. He strokes your inner thighs, his gaze fixated on your soaked pussy, juices coating your lips.

"Pretty." He mumbles out loud. You giggle, reaching down and rubbing your sensitive clit slowly. Seungmin raises a brow at your actions, watching the way your fingers move. He wants to learn, to see how you like it. You hum softly, alternating your rubs. Your entrance visibly clenches around nothing, making Seungmin's cock twitch.

"Let me." He gently removed your hand, replacing your fingers with his own. He slowly rubs, looking at your face for any signs of pleasure. It feels different, new. He's soft and gentle, treating you with such love and care. Each rub coursing through your veins, making your muscles twitch and soft hums to escape your lips.

"Mhm, that feels good." That was all Seungmin needed to hear before he dipped his fingers inside your entrance, instantly getting soaked from your juices. He slowly pushes his fingers inside, stopping at the knuckle. He pumps them, scissoring them and curling his fingers against your walls as his fingertips brush and nudge against your g-spot.

"More." You whisper out, your juices soaking Seungmin's digits, his own cock throbbing at the sounds of your beautiful moans.

"Are you–"

"Yes." You instantly say, blushing at your eagerness. Seungmin laughs softly before getting a condom out from his wallet. He rolls it onto his hard cock before lining himself up to your entrance.

"Ready?" You nod, biting your lip softly. Seungmin pushes himself inside you slowly, the burn of the stretch making you hiss. You're tight around him despite being prepared. You grip onto the bed sheets, panting. Seungmin pushes slowly until he is half way inside, waiting for you to get used to his size.

And waiting he did.

It didn't hurt, it's just uncomfortable. Seungmin did a good job preparing you but when you haven't had any action for a while, it's expected for you to feel tight.

Your warmth surrounds Seungmin's cock, his eyebrows furrowed together. He doesn't want to hurt you but you feel so good around him. You're tight, clenching around him to keep him close. He grips onto your hips, taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself down.

"Are you okay, Minnie?" you ask, concern lacing your words. You lean up on your elbows, eyebrows furrowed together. Seungmin's head dipped low, his eyes closed. He raises his head and opens his eyes to look at you, the sight making you whimper and clench around him.

Eyes glossy, cheeks pink and his bottom lip swollen from biting too hard. He's slowly breaking, slowly wanting to give in and cave, but you're too precious to him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he knew he hurt you.

"I'm fine. You just feel so good around me. Warm and wet and the grip you have on me is so… delicious."

"You're so cute." You flop back down on the bed, blushing at his words, "But I think I'm okay now. I think I'm used to your size."

"Are you sure?" You hum as a response, giving Seungmin the go ahead. He holds your hips gently, thrusting slowly. Only when he hears how frequent your moans become, does he pick up the pace.

Soon, his hips are slapping against yours. Your moans and groans mixing together. His cock stroking your walls, juices spilling out and coating his cock. You wrap your legs around his waist to keep him close, his hips faltering for a split second.

Grabbing your flashcards, he shuffles through them before showing you one whilst managing to keep his momentum.

"Are we doing this now?!" You groan, body jolting upwards with each thrust of his cock.

"I told you sweetheart. Stimulation is key."

➥ note: i rewrote Seungmin's part four times, lmao. i tried to base if of my own drabble and in some ways, it kinda is, but its mainly not, aha. i think i will have to do a separate continuation for my drabble. i hope this is okay and makes sense (i've learnt im not good at writing slow, passionate smut. i like going all in, ahaha)

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thehiddenbaroness · 10 months ago

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15 People, 15 Questions

I was tagged by @plumcoloredblazer -- sorry it took me a hot minute to get to it! I appreciate it. <3

1. Are you named after anyone?

I've long disliked that none of my names are 'mine', in that both my first and middle names are from other people -- my first is my maternal grandfather's middle name (which he also sorta went by), while my middle name is my mother's middle name (which she went by when we moved to the UK).

2. When was the last time you cried?

I had a few frustrated tears over the weekend, but it's rare nowadays that I actually cry-cry.

3. Do you have kids?

I do not, unless you count the two fur-babies. No intention to.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I played field (read: astroturf) hockey for a few years in middle school; before that, I was a dancer (yes I count dance as a sport). Lately I'm not really a sporty type but I am getting more active.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Moi?

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Usually what comes out of their mouth, but also how they carry themselves -- do they look interested in where they are? Are they engaged with what's at hand? Do they have good posture? Are they trying to shrink into themselves? Are they oblivious to being in someone's way? Are they close to the gap?

7. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Err...I hesitate to say neither, because while I don't like scary movies and don't *dislike* a happy ending, movies with ambiguous/bittersweet or even tragic endings are typically the ones I've enjoyed more.

9. Any talents?

Writing, I'd like to think. I'm organized and efficient. I have a deep well of empathy and understanding and feel like I'm good at helping folks wrestle with life's troubles. I'm a spice sorceress.

10. Where were you born?

Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing (who knew?), history (especially art and natural, and archeology), reading, word games, languages, organizing and decorating, gaming somewhat, jigsaw puzzles, travel.

12. Do you have any pets?

We have two! Molly, our sensitive and loving Shepinois (German Shepherd and Belgian Malinois mix), and Penny, our eccentric and brave gray/peach dilute calico shorthair.

13. How tall are you?

A delightfully average 5'4; as my mother used to say, at least I don't have to bend down as far if I drop something.

14. Favorite subject in school?

I actually had a love/hate relationship with English since it was the one I was most invested in, but I liked it the most because I did the best in it.

15. Dream job?

Taking this to mean more of an occupation than a *job* -- since I think if something is a job it's not especially enjoyable or rewarding -- the answer is perhaps obvious: a published fiction author. But really, I want to be occupied with my writing, tending our dream house in the woods, making my own salves and tinctures, reading, entertaining close friends with the finer things. I'd like to be occupied with love in its different forms, and for my time to be largely my own.

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No pressure, those of you who I'm tagging! Just something to perhaps fill an idle few minutes. @ohtobealady, @in-a-storm-glass, @dahliasgloom, @malglories, @webedragons, @oftwodarkmoons, @lastoftheptolemies, @daughter-rhaenyra, @karrova, @ofallingstar, @marrogerson, @naryamirie, @aryasnow, @modernamericangirl, @saffron-mantled-dawn

#scrapsofbiography #tag game

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commander-writergirl · 2 years ago

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Little Family of Four

Synopsis: Five or six years after getting married, Marc finally feels like he’s were he’s supposed to be. With you by his side, he has never felt lighter or happier.

Pair: Marc Spector x Jewish!fem!reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: angst, talk of trauma, talks of difficult pregnancy

Word Count: 1,451

A/N: This takes place a five or six years from the last Hanukkah story, I wanted to write something happy where Marc was comfortable with himself, his identity, and who he’s become. Also hopefully I wrote DID correctly or as close as possible. I got the idea from the comics so fingers crossed.

Tags: @romanarose

Marc stood adjusting Wes on his hip. He refused to call his son Wesley even though it was the compromise you two had made in the form of using Wendy’s name.

You hated the name Wendall and was much too close to Randall. Marc argued that you didn’t need to honor his mother, but you just raised an eyebrow and pointed on the small bundle in your arms saying, “This is your son, I can’t even see any of my family in him at this moment after spending ten hours pushing him out of my body.”

Elias backed you up, saying how much Wes looked like Marc. Except his eyes, his eyes were all you. Bright, full of wonder. Not brown but green. The type of green Marc saw every morning when he woke up and every night as he fell asleep. He was proud Wes had your eyes.

Marc looked back at his son to see the four-year-old playing with the Chai necklace your parents had sent as a gift for Hanukkah. It was small and was on a leather cord instead of a chain. It had become Wes’s favorite thing, no toy compared.

Marc kissed his head, “Do you know what that symbol means?”

Wes nodded, “Life.”

“Yes, it does.” Marc smiled.

“I want to light candles.” Wes said having a similar permeant pout to his lower lip like Marc does, though neither of you know if Wes forced it a little more or if it was part of him growing.

“How about you help me tonight? Then we can practice so next year you can light them yourself. Deal?” Marc held out his pinkie. The only way Wes believed any promises or deals could be kept, and Marc refused to ever break one.

“Deal.” Wes wrapped his little pinkie around Marc’s.

Marc smiled and kissed his son’s cheek before tickling his belly. Wes giggled and squirmed curling into his father even more. When the two of them heard squealing, they looked over to see you walking in with Rachel.

Rachel, the compromise in honoring Randall.

Rachel, Marc’s little star. He didn’t understand how even being married with a child, your father still dotted on you and hung on to every word. But Marc understood now, from the first moment Rachel was placed in his arms, he knew he would do anything to make her smile.

“Alright, we are all cleaned and changed.” You smiled at Marc as you stood next to him, one arm supporting the baby wrap you had invested in after two months of arm fatigue with Wes. Marc even had his own when he was too busy to keep both arms from being busy.

“Sissy sick?” Wes looked down at his little sister. Marc had taken to explaining what being a big brother meant.

“No sweetie,” you reached over and stroked Wes’s curls back. “She’s just a baby and her getting bigger sometimes means stinky diapers and spit up.” You smiled as your son nodded. “Now, we should light the candles before anything else comes out of this little one.”

Marc chuckled lightly and nodded, grabbing the Shamash. He gave it to Wes as he grabbed the lighter. Wes kept a tight grip on the Shamash as Marc let the wick catch fire. Marc set the lighter down and wrapped his hand around Wes’s and began saying the prayers as they began to light the eight candles.

“Baruch atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech haolam, asher kid’shanu b-mitzvotav, vtzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah.”

As you, Marc, and Wes finished the prayer, Rachel made a cooing noise. You smiled and kissed her head. “Happy first Hanukkah my little Rakhel.”

“She came just in time.” Marc whispered against your temple.

“Ha, two months early and four weeks in the hospital early.” You sighed and rubbed the flat of your knuckle against Rachel’s cheek. “I was so scared for a while.”

“Well, she’s here, and healthy. Wes is healthy.” Marc rubbed your back. When Rachel was born, he called his father. No prompting, and nothing but his own fear.

Elias had walked Marc through the Mi Shebeirach (Prayer for Healing) as he sat with Wes in the hospital chapel. Three days later Elias was in New York and taking Wes back to the apartment so Marc could sit with you. And then Elias came back and sent Marc home with Wes and took over watching you.

“And you are healthy my moonlight.” Marc said. You turned to face him and nuzzled your nose against his.

“I know. How are the boys?” Since the stress with Rachel passed, Steven and Jake have been giving Marc time to bond with his daughter.

They had done it with Wes, something about letting Marc bond to help with the last few steps towards what you had titled ‘Recalibrating the Mental Understanding of Life.’ It was a joke you had come up with when Marc popped the question. He got a laugh out of it since his therapist said if it wasn’t for your understanding nature and willingness to work with Marc in your relationship, he probably would have kept going the way he was before.

Of course, with everything it meant Jake and Steven fronted less but Marc assured you that he could still hear them and feel them. And you always welcomed them and still loved them.

“They are good, excited to meet the new little star.” Marc chuckled hearing Steven’s excitement and Jake’s threats if anyone should hurt her.

“Well, I miss them. So, it will be nice to talk with them.” You smiled and walked over to the couch. Marc followed and sat down, sitting Wes between you.

Marc closed his eyes and listened as you talked to Wes, letting his mind drift.

“You’ve done amazing Marc.” Marc could see Steven sitting in the library he always found comfort in.

“We’re proud of you, amigo,” Jake raised a glass, the bar setting he always seemed to fit into.

Marc looked at his own mental safe space, at one point it had looked like an alter room to Khonsu but now it looked like the nursery with Hamsas and a mezuzah on the door frame. The toddler bed and crib on either side. Somewhere he could hear you humming.

Then a thought occurred to Marc, “I know I’m getting better but... you guys won’t leave me, will you?”

When Marc looked over at a mirror his eight-year-old self stared back at him.

“We’ll always be with you Marc; we can’t leave you anymore then you can completely forget your trauma. We’ll just be... quieter.” Steven said giving a gentle smile.

“Besides this time, we’re going willingly, unlike that time you shoved us both so far down when the cracks started you couldn’t handle it.” Jake said taking a sip from his glass.

Marc winced at that memory. It had been before you met you and right after Khonsu. He remembered some missions, but Jake had confessed to having been the front of a few that needed a little more.

“We’ll be here. Besides as long as Y/N wants to see us we’ll find ways to stay present,” Jake smirked making Marc roll his eyes and Steven try to hide a laugh.

“Abba, Abba wake up,” Marc smiled at the sound of Wes’s voice and could feel him pushing on Marc’s shoulder.

“Go, spend time with the family. We’ll still be here.” Steven said with a smile.

Marc nodded and slowly started breathing as things faded away and Marc could feel Wes jumping.

Marc quickly pulled Wes down and tickled his belly. “Hey little man, you got to be careful.” Wes giggled and grabbed Marc’s hand. “Don’t want to accidently hurt Ema or Rachel.”

Wes nodded and looked at Marc’s wedding band. He began to trace the blue opal center and watch the light shine off it. Marc used to spend hours staring at it himself, finding it hard to believe that anyone would marry him.

Wes giggled as you tickled his feet. You wore your wedding ring on your right hand in the traditional place of your index finger. Mainly because even before you were married you wore rings mainly on your index fingers. So, as you tickled your son’s feet, Marc could see the rose gold ring on your finger with in-laid blue opals.

He moved closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your head.

“Happy Hanukkah Y/N Spector.” He smiled feeling you nuzzle his shoulder.

“Happy Hanukkah Marc Spector.” You adjusted Rachel as she began to whine and Marc watched you as you laid her against your chest, Wes moving to cuddle you on the opposite side.

#moon knight x reader #Marc spector x Jewish!Reader #marvel universe #fanfiction #Sammi writes #moon knight x jewish!reader #steven grant #jake lockley #daddy!marc spector #jewish!marc Spector #marc spector #Jewish!reader series

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Not usually the type to send asks but figured it’d be worth a shot. Not sure if you have any thoughts about this but do you have any hcs about the beginning of noritaro dating?

WAH IM HONORED U CARE TO HEAR MY THOUGHTS MAN and that you'd go out of ur way by sending an ask i wanna cry thank u SO MUCH...

YES I DO HAVE THOUGHTS so like. to be honest the details can very a LOT depending on the au cause they can get together anywhere from mid-journey in part 3 to post-happy-ending-au part 6 💀

HOWEVER i do think regardless of the when, some broad strokes are always the same:

i dont think either of them say the words "I like you" when confessing so when they first start dating and that does come up for the first time they both get really bashful. i usually see it like, them kinda have a conversation and one asks the other about some weird quirk/habit and the other is like "well i like you- ......." and both jsut get really embarrassed

i think jotaro starts calling kakyoin "noriaki" (kakyoin may have prompted him like "hey you can call me by my first name you know" but jotaro doesn't do it right away) and it surprises kakyoin and makes him really embarrassed and both just get really embarrassed for a bit. jotaro switches to using noriaki exclusively when theyre alone but only then

i think the first time they try kissing it's just a nightmare cause jotaro moves too fast and ends up smashing his nose into kakyoin's cheek and clicking their teeth together, kakyoin keeps biting on accident, it's either too firm or too wet and it's just a mess. they learn eventually cause despite how awful it is theyre so enamored with each other and theyre so enamored with trying

oh i also think they keep it private for a while like when they first start dating this is a thing for Them and them only. it is Theirs not the world's. it takes some time before they eventually tell the other crusaders/their families (most of the crusaders probably already picked up on it)

both of them are just super tense and awkward about a lot of things honestly. sweaty hand holding with stiff shoulders, just facing each other on the mattress and neither daring to even breathe, stilted words of affection tacked on messily like "you... you... you look- cool, noriaki"/"you're... ah, you're... incredible, jotaro" and it's jsut all so horrifically awkward and theyre both super embarrassed but more than that theyre both completely hooked on the feeling they get when they see each other so they keep choosing to stumble and stumble toward each other, trying to find the normal in this and eventually as their shame washes away, they relax into it and oaughoghough. theyre soooo. theyre so....

i think, despite everything, they escalate pretty fast. jotaro and kakyoin are both the kinda people who wouldnt initiate a relationship unless they were Sure they wanted the other person. tag on how long they may spend pining after each other and/or the intensity of it, once they come to an understanding of one another's feelings and that it's mutual, they'd meet "landmarks" at a decent pace. saying i love you, promise rings/engagement rings, moving in together, etc i can see all happening pretty quick

UH yeah i hope this answered ur question!!! let me know if i need to reword or clarify anything smiles thank u so much for sending this in

#i love them so much im gonna pas sout #cass cries #noritaro tag

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Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 33

Tag list: @astroseuss @zarakem @brielle043 @missloserqueen

TW: Gore (a lot of blood in one scene at the the end of the chapter)

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For better or worse, the weeks on bed rest were pretty uneventful for the princess. Honestly, the woman was pretty bored, but boredom was so much safer for her baby than stress.

Every day, Lucifer would spend most of his time in the bedroom with Diavolo as he did paper work. This way, he could always be there for her if she needed anything and often she did.

Water, a new book, more cuddles. Always more cuddles; Lucifer could never turn her down when she sought comfort. The woman was always so restless in bed and only found moments of peace when her fiancé would wrap his arms around her.

Diavolo simply wasn't used to this. After a strict childhood where she always had to study and go to various functions to her father's previous long slumber and having to take up her new role as Acting King, the woman was always doing something. Even if her task was something she hated, she at least always had her mind or her body moving.

Now both are forced into time out and she hated it. Dia did her best not to interrupt Lucifer while he worked, but the woman was far too understimulated and clingy not to.

However, there was one aspect she loved about bed rest: her father's visits.

Her fainting spell really shook her father and, when paired with their conversation before the fall, the king just couldn't distance himself anymore.

It was a strange situation for them both, to have the older man in her room and making sure she was well taken care of to the best degree.

Dia loved it though, loved seeing her father's worry and care for her; for the first time in her life, she felt like she mattered to him and that he valued her as his daughter.

The king, however, was always nervous. He didn't truly know how to do be a father in general, let alone to a grown woman. How does he express all of the love and care she needs from him while also respecting her as the adult she was?

In truth...this man always saw her as that scared baby crying in her mother's ashes; he knew she was no longer a baby. She was an adult and a...mother, despite neither Avatar of Wrath or the tiny mini-me of hers sharing any genetics with his daughter.

And now...now she was experiencing her very first pregnancy and carrying her third child.

There was no doubt in this man's mind; she was a grown woman and...she grew up with out him.

Despite everything, the abuse and neglect, the alterations he made to her body and her life...she still wanted him with her and no matter how hard he tried to push her away, she still clung to him

The king stood by his previous words; he is undeserving of forgiveness. Still, she begged him to take it and accept her into his life.

The father was...so tired and in many meanings of the word; he no longer had the heart to fight off his daughter's love and so he accepted it all, albeit quite awkwardly.

The two grew somewhat close during this time, which excited the daughter to no end. Eventually, her father even began to call her by her original name; 'Dianya'.

"That's...that's the name Mom used for me in her letter to you..."

"Yes," Her father said softly. "And another element that I stole from you. The name is yours...if you want it."

Honestly...the woman was unsure, but decided that for now, she only wanted her father to call her that name.

After a few weeks, the Royal Physician checked her again; her levels were still high despite the woman spending all of her time in bed. The doctor had her continue bed rest, but with some minimal exercise both allowed and encouraged.

This trend kept going till the princess was entering her second trimester. However...the woman already looked ready to burst with her belly's size.

In truth, most didn't think she would show too much with her body type.

Despite being a woman, Dia was still taller than Lucifer and her body was naturally pretty thick and wide. If she was more stick-like, it would make much more sense why her belly looks the way it does, but that was not the case.

Lucifer and even Barbatos was worried for the woman, but the king and Royal Physician was not; apparently, babies of the Royal Family tended to be pretty big, bigger than the average demon baby. In truth, the two older men believed she was even on the smaller side of the spectrum, that if her belly was even the slightest bit smaller then there'd be cause for worry.

Dia had no worries though; she constantly had her hands on her belly and only got more excited as it grew; to her, it meant that her child was safe and healthy and that was more than worth the back pain she developed.

With her this happy and pregnant...the king only saw more of her mother in the woman. He did his best not to turn away, not to ruin her beautiful smile, regardless of how painful it was for him.

During this time, the king also had some interactions with both Satan and Audriana, though just some small ones.

Satan didn't particularly want to speak to the man and the king didn't press it. The two mostly adapted to be able to stay in the same room as the other without Satan scowling at him the whole time.

Audriana...she was still such a scared child, especially to the man who once screamed at her and her family.

The king never tried to make his granddaughter come close or speak to him.

In truth, it was easier when she didn't. Audriana looked like a small Dianya in the older man's eyes...meaning she also looked so strongly like Lazuli.

If the grandfather was being honest with himself...that was probably the biggest reason why he was against this child originally. Before Dia returned to her true form, it was Audri who looked too closely like his late wife and that was too painful for him.

Still, as the girl mentally and physically aged, she slowly became the slightest bit more comfortable with the man she once had nightmares about taking her then-Papa away from her.

Now, in her Mama's early fourth month of pregnancy, Audriana looked about 8 or 9 years old. Still so fragile, but also more curious and it was more or less her curiosity that led her to slowly bond with her grandfather, just like her mama was.

The little girl and old man we're not close by any means, but she was brave enough to be close with him on a physical sense, often sitting or laying on the bed with her mama while the king sat in a chair right by the bedside. She went from fearing him to tolerating him and that was true progress.

The amount of time the king spent with his daughter and granddaughter gradually shorten though; as his sweet Dianya was finally allowed out of bed, he found himself in his own more.

The old man lied, told his daughter that it was just a side affect from waking up early and with time he would be much stronger.

All three men who knew it was a lie kept silent on the true reason, all in quiet agreement that protecting the woman during her somewhat delicate pregnancy was the best thing to do.

With the pregnant woman now off of bed rest, she could do whatever she wanted, within reason. Sadly, most of her loved ones were busy. Lucifer started doing the paperwork in her office. Barb and Audriana were still having their school day.

She did, however, get to spend some time with her father. She sat by his bedside the same way he did for her those last couple months and kept him company. The woman even managed to make her father smile once. Smile. To her, it was the sweetest expression in the world.

Eventually, the old man had a coughing fit that wore him out. Dia helped her father take his potion (which he lied and said was simple cough medicine) before leaving to let him rest.

After that...the woman had nothing and no one. Even with a family now, the castle was starting to feel just as lonely as it did when it was just her and Barb here.

The princess didn't know what to do or where to go. No one she loved had time for her so what was she supposed to do?

Eventually, she found herself slowly walking to her room. Yes, she spent months in there and hated it dearly, but she really had no other options and really just wanted to curl up in bed in hope that a nap will end the cold, sad feeling in her heart.

As she opened her bedroom door, a voice called for her. The princess turned her head and saw Satan heading towards her.

She plastered on a smile, wanting to be extra positive for her troubled stepson.

"What do you need, my friend?" She asked cheerfully.

The blonde pursed his lips, reminding the princess so much of his father.

"Can I...talk to you for a bit? In private?"

The redhead's eyes went wide. This...this was new. Not only was her stepson willing to talk to her, but had something to say in private?

After months of him ignoring her at best and lashing out on her at worse, the woman didn't know what to expect from him.

"O...Of course." She pushed open her door and gestured for him to step inside her room.

Once in, she closes the door and gave him a friendly yet somewhat awkward smile.

"So...you were saying?" She prompted.

The young man was quiet. He bit his lip and looked as if he was thinking really hard about something.

The princess raised her eyebrows at this, but didn't interrupt him.

"I..." Satan gave a small huff. "I'm sorry. I've both talked to and treated you poorly since this all began. You did nothing wrong; I--I needed you to be the one to blame for everything because of all that's been going on with me and my...'condition'.

"Satan..." The woman was truly touched; this was probably the sweetest thing he's ever told her.

She flung her arms around him, eager for affection as always.

"I never blamed you." She told him, hugging him tightly. "No matter how it hurt for you to see me in that light, I knew you were only doing what you felt you needed to."

The blonde's body was tense. This...was very uncomfortable. The poor man could count the amount of hugs he's received in his life on one hand and he had to become terminally ill just to get most of them.

Still...that didn't mean his stepmom's hug was entirely awful...

Honestly, the longer she held him, the more at peace he felt. Peace...such a bizarre and dangerous feeling for...'his kind'.

He hugged the woman back, thinking about how much he enjoyed this feeling.

He came to her because he could feel the last strand in him snapping, but he didn't want to die without making amends with the woman who...who gave him this family he cherished so deeply.

Without Diavolo, Lucifer would have handled his pregnancy of Audriana alone; she would have been born and likely treated similar to how Satan himself was as a child. His father would have still be stressed and distant, leaving his younger brothers to take care of Audri while he worked till he could no longer think of his issues.

Satan would have still been desperate for his father's attention, but also closed off to him.

The reason everything has gone right these last couple months is because of her; she was there when his father and sister needed her, she invited him into her home when he needed help the most. She always did everything she could to take care of her family...and that included him; he was truly included in a family.

In truth, he came to her to say his apology and prepare for death. He was ready. He was ready to leave so his father didn't have to worry about him anymore, so Lucifer could simply mourn and move on with his life with the woman he loved and their kids...

But Diavolo's hug...it was so warm...so comforting, like she truly cared about the young man in her arms

And that care...it changed something in him.

Satan didn't want to die...he wanted to live. He needed to live. And he couldn't give up this feeling that his heart was soaking in--

Suddenly, the blonde groaned in pain, causing Dia to pull back.

"Satan??"

That groan grew louder until it turned to a scream.

The man crashed to the ground, accidentally dragging the pregnant woman with him.

"Satan!!"

The blonde griped her arms through the sudden back in his back. It was a pressure pain so intense that the man was so sure he was about to explode

And he did.

Something was breaking through his back.

The woman was panicking, but didn't know how to help. Her phone was missing and she was pinned to the floor, both by her heavy belly and the pained man digging his green nails into her arms.

The pain was too much for the blonde and eventually he passed out on top of the princess.

The first thing the blonde noticed when he started to wake was...warmth; he felt a comforting warmth surrounding him. Not too long after that did he notice the incredible soreness in his back though.

The man winced and opened his eyes.

"Satan! Are you okay???"

It took a moment for his vision to steady itself and see the woman before him.

"Di..avolo?" The young man was confused and became increasingly so as he became more aware of his surroundings.

He was...in his dad and stepmom's room...on the floor in her arms. The wood beneath them was covered in blood...and so was the woman who was holding him.

Satan flinched back just to cry out in pain.

"Careful! You're still bleeding!"

The woman pulled him back into her arms.

"What happened?" The blonde tried not to move, just as the woman asked him, but this really felt like the strangest position he's ever found himself in.

"You...devil, I don't know!" The woman was still pretty flustered. "W-We we're talking and then I hugged you and...and then..."

"Then?"

"Satan..." Dia gave a concerned smile, trying to compose herself. "You...you grew wings."

The blonde turned his head as far as his muscles would let him without the pain starting back up and saw it in the corner of his eyes: A feather. A white feather.

Something was clearly wrong.

Despite the pain and the woman's protests, Satan forced himself off the floor and in a standing position before offering his arms to the stranded woman.

"Sorry..." She mumbled before taking his arms and letting the blonde raise her to her feet.

Despite the pain, Satan could walk well enough. He led Dia over to her bed, where the woman found her D.D.D. still on her night stand and hooked to the charger.

As the woman quickly called Barbatos for help, her stepson disappeared into her bathroom.

When she hung up with the butler, Satan came out with a wet cloth in hand and approached the princess.

"What are--"

The blonde brought the cloth to the woman's face and wiped gently.

"You...have some of my blood on your face."

"O-Oh...thank you."

In truth, the woman had no clue what was going on anymore; the last half-hour was too much for her brain and she was still trying to come to terms with what she had seen.

It didn't take Barb long to arrive and take in the bloody scene in the room.

He stopped the bleeding on the blonde's back, letting himself show a fraction of the shock he felt on his face at seeing the man with angel wings.

Once Satan was no longer in danger of bleeding to death, he checked on Dia to make sure she was alright; the woman was shaken, but otherwise okay.

That's when Satan noticed it on the floor: his tail. Not only did he have an oddly angelic set of wings, but his tail had fallened off.

The man trudged back over to the blood stain and, with great difficulty, retrieved both his tail and his scarf next to it.

Satan's brain just felt frozen. He could barely have a coherent thought and was essentially running off of autopilot.

What the hell happened to him?

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