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becauseimswagman1 · 2 years ago

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Wanna Be On Top?

A/N: Is the title from America's Next Top Model? Maybe.

A/N#2: I write for other folks and I got a taglist for them. I want a kpop taglist so lemme know if you wanna be tagged in future kpop fics.

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San, Mingi, and you were an interesting couple. Well, you three worked like an average couple but sexually is where the exciting part came about.

San is the ever so bratty switch, he loves to test your patience until you put him in his place. Mingi is the adorable sub, all he wants is to be good for the two of you. And then there’s you, the dom that partially lets Mingi get away with everything and edges San until he’s shedding those sweet tears while begging Mommy to let him come.

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The three of you were walking home from the local bar slightly buzzed and warm enjoying the chilly air of the night. San was being dramatic as always when he’s had a few too many fruity margaritas.

“How come I never get to top you? You’re always fucking one of us with the strap or riding us and I’m always fucking Mingi,” Cue a pouting Mingi, “Wait, Min that’s not a complaint! I’m just saying that I wanna be in charge sometimes.”

You rolled your eyes because he always does this. He talks about being in charge but when it comes down to bossing you around, he never does. He’s just your good boy.

“Sannie, why do you wanna top so bad? Literally, what’s fun about it?” Mingi spoke up, deciding that he should have a say since he was the resident princess.

“It’s not like you’d understand, Min. Something stirs inside of me when I see you begging to be fucked stupid.”

“And something stirs inside me when I see the both of you begging to be fucked dumb like the sluts you are.” You added on.

San stopped walking, “Hey, I asked you to call me a slut in confidence! Don’t just use it so openly like that!” Mingi stopped walking too, “I think we should have a competition. Battle of the Dominants. If Sannie wins, then he gets to top you for two weeks and if you win then we just continue as normal, but you have to be more lenient when San asks to fuck you.”

You just continued walking, the home you three shared wasn’t far, but you agreed anyway, “Fine! Now come on so we can get this shit started.”

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Entering the house was fun. Mingi was already leaking at San’s teasing words, a prominent wet spot forming at the front of his jeans. And if you were being honest, you were leaking too, just in a different way.

“Princess come on, let me get your pants off.” Steady unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down. “Sannie… this isn’t about me. It’s about you and Mommy.”

You walked to San and rubbed his cheek, “Minnie’s right baby boy. So go to the bedroom and strip. Both of you.”

Mingi hurried while San just rolled his eyes and followed, “I saw that Sannie. Don’t make me forget about this little competition and make you submit.”

You mentally prepared yourself for how hard San was gonna go at this then walked to the room. To your surprise, San was taking this very seriously and he already had Mingi on his knees naked and sucking him off. Well, San was fucking his face, and Mingi was just taking it.

“Shit princess just like that baby. Such a good boy taking me down your throat like that.” He had a good grip on his hair, using Mingi for his own pleasure. Just like you would.

… Okay maybe he could do this,

But this was your territory. As hot as it was seeing him standing over Mingi, you had to show him that he couldn’t just take charge and not expect there to be consequences.

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So, his plan worked, kinda. He got you to slip, your dominant facade falling just a little. That was enough for him fuck you up, but he forgot something so important: to reestablish his dominance so you know not to test him.

And just like that, you were back in your rightful place. If you were being honest it felt good to be out of control, even if just for a moment. It’s definitely something worth exploring. You could work with him a bit more on being assertive since you’ve fucked the majority of that part out of him. But back to the task at hand.

“Sannie… baby are you with me?” you rubbed his cheek a bit, “I know you aren’t tapping out now. I’ve got big plans for you baby.”

“No… “ weakly speaking but still conscious, “I’m good… San- Sannie’s good.”

You didn’t think you went that hard on him. He’s taken way more than this, but maybe switching back to his submissive side took a lot out of him.

“What’s your color San?” “Green.” “Okay,” you had him sit up and drink out of the water bottle you kept on the table next to the bed in case of times like this, “Are you sure it’s green?”

He nodded more reassuringly and spoke with more confidence, “Yes Mommy. It’s green.”

“Good. Now lay back let me work.”

He let a small smirk grace his face, then laid back, “Do your worst.”

Scoffing, you were a little shocked, “A couple of sips of water and you’re back to being a brat? Let’s fix that.”

You sat on his thighs, running your hands over his chest, briefly stopping at his nipples, knowing he was sensitive there, then worked your way down to his dick. Unsurprisingly, he was still hard.

You stroked him, slowly with just enough grip to make his thighs twitch. He’s already come once. He was always so reactive after he came, that’s why you always took your time taking him apart. He loved the build-up just as much as you did.

“Fuck… please… please don’t tease me.” he breathed out. “Oh, baby I have questions I need answers to. You aren’t getting off the hook that easy.”

San looked over to Mingi, who had been sitting silently, watching with intent. Whenever you got like this with San, he never made too much of a fuss. He would always be taken care of before and if his dick deemed it, after too.

“Awe, Sannie don’t look at him like he’s gonna help you. Our princess is done for the night.” you rubbed over his tip as you stroked him a bit faster, occasionally pressing your thumb into the slit making his hips buck, “So, why’d you wanna top me?”

“I… I wanted to top– fuck uh,” you began to softly prod the pads of your fingertips against his rim, “shiiit so close, oh fuck I’m so close.”

You slowed up your strokes, “Ah ah ah, not so fast baby boy,” you kept rubbing at his hole, “I want answers.”

His breath fell heavy, unsatisfied with the lost feeling that was supposed to be his orgasm, “Don’t stop Mommy, please! I’ll- I’ll answer whatever you want me to.”

“Good. I won’t repeat myself though Sannie so for your sake, I hope you remembered the question.” you loved when he got like this.

San swallowed dryly, “Wanted to top you so you’d be proud of me.”

Well, that’s not the answer you were expecting. You were expecting some bullshit ass answer like he wanted to top you because he just wanted to experiment with this dominant side more, but this? This made a part of you feel bad in a way. Had you not shown and given him enough praise? Does Mingi feel like this as well? All you knew was that you were gonna do better, starting with this moment right here.

“Sannie, I’m always proud of you. No matter what,” even though you felt the need to be sentimental, you knew he needed you to continue to be mean to him so he could reach the high he wanted, “But enough of that. Do you feel like you deserve to come? You had so much mouth earlier. We should do something about that shouldn’t we?”

Mingi perked up, well he was already perked up. He just waited for your instruction.

“Princess? Come here and return the favor to Sannie. Use his throat like he used yours.”

Mingi hurried over and sat on San’s face, doing exactly what you told him to.

“How does his mouth feel Minnie? Is he doing a good job?” “Yes! He’s doing such a good job, Mommy.”

You started to stroke San fast again, “Tell Sannie that princess.”

Mingi was thrusting into his mouth, “Sannie…,” he gripped his hair tight, “Sannie, fuck yes, please keep going! So close Sannie.”

San swallowed around him and moved his tongue in ways that had Mingi sobbing. Your princess had a love-hate relationship with San giving him head and so did you. San had a way with his mouth.

“Sannie you’re gonna make me come! Mommy, can I come? Please?”

Aww, even with feeling so much pleasure, he still asked for permission. You loved your Minnie.

One of San’s hands was gripping the bed sheet. Oh, how he adored having his mouth used, it got him closer than ever. The other was gripping Mingi’s ass. If he could swallow Mingi whole, and not just his dick, he would. He was so precious and he would do anything to make his princess happy.

“Go ahead princess, come down his throat.”

“Sannie! Ooh fuck fuck fuck Yes!” Mingi came. Hips stuttering and a hand gripping San’s hair, making sure he didn’t miss a drop.

Mingi pulled out then laid beside San and started making out with him, swapping spit and cum for a bit. Mingi also rubbed his nipples, knowing how San could come from nipple play alone.

“Fuuckk! Mommy, can I come too? Please, I’ve been so good. I’ve been your good boy. Please let me come.”

You had been keeping the same pace with stroking him, fast enough to feel good, but still slow enough to partially edge him. You thought it over too. Should you let him come? Yeah, he’s being good right now but he’s been a bad boy until you had to show him he can’t just run the show.

“Beg.”

He instantly started, “Princess! Mommy! Haven’t I been good? I’ve been so so good. Haven’t I?”

Tears started to fall on his pretty face. He was just blabbering words at this point. Nothing was making sense coming from him. He was a shaking mess. Back arching and drool coming from his mouth.

“Okay baby, shh, shh. Mommy’s gonna let you come, baby.” You squeezed him a little tighter and stroked faster, still swiping your thumb on his tip, even putting a little pressure on the slit.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes just like that! Please keep going!”

Mingi was now sucking one of San’s nipples while flicking the other.

You decided that you wanted a taste so you licked his tip a little, mixed in with the other ministrations you were doing to him.

“Yes! Yes!” San was so close he could taste it. Just a few more seconds and he could reach that sweet release.

You started to twist your wrist, this motion always drove San crazy and sent him over the edge.

“Come on Sannie. Be good for Mommy and come.”

“Ah! Mmm yes!” San came… a lot. Some got on your face, your hand, and even shot so far it landed on San’s and Mingi’s faces.

He twitched in your hand as you stroked him to completion then he weakly pushed your hand away, “Mm, no more. I’m done.”

You smiled at your boys, watching Mingi give San slight cuddles despite both of them being covered in cum.

“Let’s get both of you cleaned up, okay?” you stood up to go run a bath for them both. “What about you? You didn’t even get to come as many times as we did.” Mingi was confused as to why that was but he was a little out of it to even question it properly.

You leaned over to them, “San needed to be put in his place. That meant I needed to put my needs aside and show him who the real boss was. But I’m proud of our little Sannie. He did so well tonight.”

You kissed both of their foreheads, “Now Mingi, would you be a dear and carry him to the bathroom?”

Mingi did as you asked.

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All three of you were washed and are now ready to rest. You heated up some leftovers from the night before so San and Mingi could have something on their stomachs.

With you in the middle, cuddled up with your boys, the night was done and sleep was upon you three.

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pentechnics · 2 years ago

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Effort

Chapter 8 of Latch

Summary: Getting ready for a date isn't something you've done in a while. Din can't remember ever going on a date. There are more things to think about than either of you anticipated, and it becomes overwhelming. Can a potential connection be enough to warrant this effort?

Pairing: Firefighter!Din Djarin x f!reader

Series Content: modern AU, firefighter!Din, coffee shop AU, fluff, slowish burn, sexual tension, mentions of fire/burning buildings, mentions of burn injuries/scars, mentions of trauma/PTSD, eventual sexual content (will tag for specific chapters), falling in love, Din is a sexy firefighter, and he’s BI, you’re a cute barista/baker, sweet and spicy, eventual mentions of abandoned children (will tag for specific chapters), some bits will be from Din’s POV but most is from reader’s, ALSO Fennec and Omera are a thing now I’m love them

Notes: She's here and she's looooong I really hope you all enjoy this one, I've been looking forward to writing and sharing it for ages!! It's such a fun one!! Please let me know what you thought -- we're getting there, folks! Much love to you all, as always!

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Instead of the normal, quiet day off, Din’s apartment was alive and bustling.

Now that Grogu was fever-free and there was just a week to get ready, Luke had burst his way in as early as possible, eager to follow through on his promise to prepare Din for your date. With him was his sister and brother-in-law, each of whom he claimed played an important role in the process.

From his standing position in the middle of the living room, Din let out a sigh.

Luke and Leia each went around his frame with tape measures, positioning him as they wished like he was a life-sized Barbie doll and he had no choice but to comply. Han sat on the sofa with Grogu propped on his lap, a comical expression on his face. Din shot him a glare just as Luke asked him to lift his right arm.

“Is all of this really necessary?” he asked.

“Of course,” Luke said without hesitation. “We can’t get you a custom suit without your measurements.”

“But is a custom suit necessary?”

“Yes!” came the collective response from both twins.

“Now hold still so I can get this one,” Leia scolded as she squatted and stretched the tape up from Din’s heels.

“A nicely-fitted suit is a staple in any wardrobe,” Luke said with a grin. “I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Din sighed again and glanced at his giggling baby, who looked back at him with a cheek-puffing smile that threatened to make him melt right there.

“And your part in this, Solo?”

Han shrugged and tousled Grogu’s hair.

“I guess it’s baby duty.”

Din let out a small huff. Lucky little shit.

“Okay, that should do,” Luke said, draping his tape around his shoulders. “I think Lando can work with this.”

“Lando?” Din asked.

“A friend of ours. He owns a high-end clothing store,” Leia gave Din a pat on the shoulder. “He’ll make sure your girl never forgets this date.”

She accentuated her words with a wink. Din sighed again and ran a hand through his hair.

This was madness. Spending all day trying on different suits and having a bunch of strangers stare at him to evaluate every little thing, it sounded so exhausting. They hadn’t even left yet and he was already done with it.

When the twins left to prepare for departure, Han stood and handed Grogu off to join them. Din cradled the giggly bundle in his arms, gazing into those big brown eyes while Grogu busied himself with sucking on his fingers.

“They’re really something, aren’t they?”

Grogu babbled around his full mouth. Din chuckled and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“You’re right. She is, too.”

While Grogu of course didn’t actually say that, thinking of you had Din’s scrambled, overwhelmed mind unwinding once more. Picturing your bright smile, imagining the sound of your voice, it reminded him of why he was going through all this trouble to begin with.

This was a show of how much value this date held for him: it was a chance to confront his insecurities and give his world the chance to expand. A chance for something new for you both, something that could be truly special. A chance to spend as much time with you as he wanted – no alarms, no emergency calls, nothing to come in between. In the end, the promised wildness of the day would be worth it.

Seeing you smile would make all of this worth it.

As if reading his thoughts, Grogu let out a happy wail and reached up to touch Din’s face with his free hand. The smooth, soft skin of his little appendages gently caressed his scruff, dragging a scene out from deep in the recesses of Din’s memory bank. The small flashback had his eyes growing misty, his breaths deepening, like a dry well replenishing its water supply. He smiled and gave Grogu a little squeeze.

“All right, pal,” Din bounced Grogu in his arms as he made his way to the bedroom. “Let’s give you a change before we go.”

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Harley was only too thrilled to help you prepare for your date.

They wasted no time dragging you to several stores, determined to find the perfect outfit.

“I could just wear something I already own,” you said with a shrug as they shoved several hangers into your arms.

“No offense, hon, I love you, but your wardrobe is not up to current date code.”

“... Current date code?”

“Exactly.”

“What does that even mean?”

They didn’t answer, instead choosing to continue collecting articles of clothing throughout the store. It was like watching a colorful tornado plunge through each aisle, and you were just the poor cow that got swept up from the field. Once your arms were filled to the brim they used that same force to push you towards the fitting rooms.

“Don’t forget to show me!”

You sighed as the door to the stall shut behind you, unloading your arsenal onto the little bench before sorting through it. Several different dresses and suits made up the pile, all kinds of colors and patterns swimming together before your eyes.

Do I really need to try on all of this, you wondered. We’ll be here for years at this rate.

You made your way through the selection, watching as each garment framed your body in varying ways. But despite Harley’s exclamations punctuating each one, you remained unsure and unconfident.

Some outfits were more exposed to the elements than others; more often than not your shoulders were nice and covered, though your legs were on display. But those scars weren’t as much of a concern — you could always wear tights if you wanted to cover them up. Yet even with that assurance, seeing them in these dressy outfits made something dry and unpleasant sprout in your gut.

After deciding against the purple pants suit you were currently wearing, you moved on, blindly putting on the next garment and then turning to face the mirror.

It turned out to be a lovely slip dress in a dark emerald green, held onto your shoulders by thin spaghetti straps. The fabric reflected against the light, giving it the impression of a finer silk. It fit like a glove, flattered your body, and was actually comfortable compared to some of the other items you’d just tried. In essence, it was perfect.

But your eyes refused to look away from every single little burn that adorned your arms, which were now completely uncovered. Your compression sleeve was on full display, along with the discoloration of your bicep that leaked out from underneath it and made its way down the rest of your arm.

There would be no hiding in this outfit.

A sudden churning sensation sprang to life in your stomach, threatening to fold you over. Your skin crawled against itself as if trying to escape the confines of its current form, and you wanted so desperately to scratch at it to alleviate the sensation. You bit your lip and tried to remember to breathe.

“You ready yet?” Harley called, “I wanna see!”

“Um,” you gulped, wringing your fingers together and forcing your eyes towards the ground. “I-I don’t like this one. I’m not getting it.”

“Which one is it? Come on, at least let me look before you take it off.”

“No!”

You couldn’t help the crack in your voice. The sensations were growing stronger. The familiar fogginess in your throat made your breath hitch, and you fought against your mind with all your might to stay right there in the dressing room instead of being dragged back to that place.

Several slow, silent moments passed. The door felt all at once like a comforting barrier from the world and an isolating cage from any semblance of peace or comfort. The slightest movement from the other side was your only clue that Harley was still there.

“... Can I come in?”

The idea of letting them see you like this was not at all pleasant, but you couldn’t hide in there forever. You opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through before closing and locking it once more, as if danger would follow them in if you didn’t. Harley turned to face you in the small space; their eyes bulged and jaw dropped upon seeing the dress.

“My god, you look incredible in this!”

You shook your head, hands coming up to cover your shoulders and eyes focusing anywhere but that damn mirror. The rough texture of the compression sleeve scraped against your fingertips.

“I can’t do this, Harley,” you whispered, an unexpected wave of panic and sadness washing over you.

“Wait, why not? What’s wrong?”

They led you to the bench with a gentle nudge and knelt in front of you as you sat.

“Talk to me, boo.”

You stared at your lap, your head dizzy with anxious energy. You tried to shake it out, which only served to increase the swirling.

“I can’t… I can’t go out looking like this.”

“What do y-”

“These, Harley.” you extended your arms out, jutting your chin towards your scars. “I can’t just go out with these all over me.”

Harley glanced down at them before their eyes came back up to your face. If they were trying to hide the tiny flinch in their expression, they failed.

“And this,” you brought your sleeved shoulder forward, wincing at the sight of it. “This isn’t…”

You sighed. You couldn’t bring yourself to complete the sentence. Harley’s eyes narrowed.

“... please don’t tell me you were about to say ‘attractive.’”

You bit your lip rather than responding, refusing to look them in the eye. Should you care what others thought? Of course not. But it was a difficult habit to break. They took a deep breath and dipped their head down. The feeling of their eyes on you seemed to somehow highlight the shadow of shame fogging your mind.

“Honey, I can’t blame you for being nervous about that. Especially with what you’ve gone through at work.”

You nodded and relished in the warmth of one of your hands being held in both of theirs.

“And if you’re not ready to wear this dress for your date, that’s totally okay. You don’t have to. But there is one thing I need you to remember.”

You looked up to meet their gaze. They leaned in a bit closer, brows knit together.

“You are one of the most beautiful souls on this planet. You’re fun and kind and super sweet, there’s no one I know who doesn’t absolutely love you after meeting you. No matter what you or your body go through, no matter what anyone says, and no matter how this date goes, that will never change.”

A lump rose in your throat. The genuine concern and love in your friend’s eyes filled you with serenity, as if they were hugging your heart with their words.

“I’m sorry,” they went on, “I didn’t think about the burns when I picked out this stuff. Let’s start over and just focus on making sure you’re comfortable, okay?”

You nodded and wiped away a stray tear.

“I do love this dress, though,” you breathed, running the hem through your fingers and mentally mourning the potential of wearing it again. “I think that’s the worst part.”

Harley fell silent as you admired the garment, eventually getting up and gathering your rejects into their arms.

“C’mon,” they said, “switch back out and let’s go try this again.”

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“Where are you taking her?”

Luke rode with Din and Grogu while Leia and Han led the way to Lando’s in their car. Din shrugged at the question, giving Luke a quick glance before returning his attention to the road.

“No clue,” he confessed. “I’m not too familiar with the restaurants around here.”

“Do you know what she likes to eat?”

Din tried to think through your conversations, but aside from sweets, nothing came to him. He shook his head.

“Not for dinner, at least.”

Luke sighed and reached for Din’s phone.

“Wh- what are you doing?”

“We’ll text her. And based on her answer, I’ll help you find a place.”

“Wait, why can’t we just find something day-of?”

“Oh, Mr. Djarin,” Luke tisked at him, as if he were a child missing a very obvious point. “You’ve got to plan ahead. Make a reservation. Putting in that effort not only shows you care and that you’re paying attention to what she likes, but it also takes some stress off of you when the time comes. It guarantees you’ll know where to go and that there will be a spot for you.”

Din had never made a reservation at a restaurant before. Hell, he couldn’t even recall the last time he ate at one. Who knew dating had so many rules.

“Just… let me read it before you send it.”

“Of course.”

Luke typed away as Din took a turn into a small parking lot.

“Looks like we’re here,” Din pulled into an empty space and turned to Luke, who held out the phone for approval.

Caught between a few options for dinner. What do you like to eat? Do you have any allergies or anything I should keep in mind?

Din scanned it a few times before giving a small, somewhat reluctant nod.

“... Looks fine.”

“See? No need to worry – I know how to sound like you.”

Din shook his head and grinned before getting out of the car and heading to the backseat to retrieve Grogu.

Upon entering the sizable boutique, the group was soon greeted by a man: sharply dressed with a cape draping behind him, and the tone of his chuckle dripping with charisma. He clapped his hands together as he approached them.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite set of twins,” he greeted Luke and Leia by taking their hands in each of his and flashing a bright smile. He gave Han a mere nod before turning to Din, a certain luster lining his gaze.

“And who do we have here?”

“Lando, this is our friend, Din,” Luke gave Din a pat on his shoulder. “He’s got a big date and needs a nice suit.”

Lando looked Din up and down with a smirk before snapping his fingers and gesturing to the group to follow him.

“This is gonna be a good one, folks!”

Din gave Grogu a little squeeze and sucked in a breath before following.

Lando pulled out several suits in an array of colors for Din to try on, making him stand on a small pedestal surrounded by mirrors after each one. Grogu cooed from his spot on Luke’s lap every time he came out of the dressing room.

He was currently in a suit of deep maroon, staring at his several reflections with furrowed brows and lips in a firm line. The tingling sensation that came from having so many eyes and bright lights on him at once threatened to make him sweat through it.

“What do you think of this color?” Lando asked, smoothing down one of Din’s arms.

Din shrugged.

“How much does the color matter?”

“My friend, nothing impresses a lady more than confidence. And if you’re confident in how you look, the rest will follow. Sometimes the color of your suit can be what helps you get there.”

Din looked at Luke for support through the mirror’s reflection, who merely shrugged while Grogu giggled from his lap.

“He’s right. We can give you our opinions but you have to like it.”

Din gulped and took another look at the maroon suit. His shoulders hardly fit into the jacket, making it puff out. It framed his waist in a way he wasn’t used to: tight and cinched. His stomach jutted out at the bottom, making it flare underneath the one button that was closed. The dress shirt underneath was also stretched out around his pecs and belly, seemingly ready to burst at any given moment. He pulled at the jacket’s tails.

“... Are suits meant to be this tight?”

“In some ways, yes. We’d probably get you a longer jacket, though. And slightly taller pants, since they’re meant to land right around here,” Lando pointed two fingers to Din’s waist. “And the jacket should come down to here,” he adjusted his fingers to point at the top of Din’s hip.

“But this here,” Lando touched a finger to the cascading collar that led to the two buttons below on the suit jacket. “That is the right fit for this style. And for your occasion, this is the style I recommend. Classy, modern, and brings out all the right parts.”

He added a flare to his voice for the last few words. Din’s brow furrowed again as he gave Lando a glare. Right parts? What did that even mean? Lando raised his hands in surrender and turned to his selection of suits.

“Let’s try the navy next.”

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You helped Harley with picking out the next selection.

They were slower and more deliberate with their methods, making sure to ask your opinions on clothing before deciding you’d try them on. You had significantly less clothing in your arms by the time you went to the fitting room, but knowing what to expect beforehand helped ease your anxiety about closing yourself into the small stall again.

These items were much more doable – they kept you covered enough without being a full frock, and didn’t accentuate anything you were trying to hide.

You were switching out of a nice top and wide-legged slacks when Harley knocked on the door.

“Do you know where he’s taking you, by the way?”

“No clue,” you called, grabbing a dress from the top of the pile. “We just agreed to have dinner.”

You were immediately taken by the texture of the dress: soft and smooth, to the point that it had you relaxing your shoulders. Harley had picked this one out; it didn’t seem too flashy or extravagant on the hanger, but when you slipped it on and turned to face the mirror, it was like the world stopped turning.

You were draped in a lovely deep blue velvet, your body hugged but not suffocated by the material. The pencil-like skirt landed above your knee and a nice wrapped v-neck topped it off. The sleeves ended right at your wrists.

It seemed as though it was made for you.

And while the green one also seemed that way, you didn’t see any fear when you looked in the mirror this time. No – instead there was joy. Excitement. The feeling that everyone needed to see you right then because damn, did you look good.

The jitters in your hands were definitely not from your anxiety. Not in the slightest. They felt way too good.

“Harley,” you called, unable to keep down your grin while you opened the door. “I think this is the one!”

“Oh, fuck yeah it is!”

They ogled at the dress, asking you to twirl so they could see the full thing.

“You make that thing sing, babe.”

You smiled and looked back at the mirror. Even before the accident, how long had it been since you looked in the mirror and saw someone so confident? So pretty? You couldn’t recall.

Hope began to rebuild its fortress in your heart. Slowly, but surely.

The two of you walked out of the store with a bag in hand each, yours containing the dress along with a matching purse and shoes.

“If only that thing had pockets,” Harley huffed. You laughed and gestured to their bag.

“What did you get?”

“I saw this atrocious sweater while you were trying stuff on. A million horrid color combinations, random fruit patches – I just had to have it.”

You laughed even harder. Classic Harley.

~~~~

Din flopped down onto the bench with a huff. Now free from the fourth suit in the lineup, he pressed his face into his hands, taking deep breath after deep breath as a tangled web of nerves made its way up and down his body.

How much longer did he need to do this? How many more times was he going to be subject to certain embarrassment from pants that were too tight or a jacket that almost ripped because of his protruding stomach or thick chest? Lando preached confidence, yet no such sensation had shown itself during the past hour.

This was precisely why he never wore anything tighter than a t-shirt.

Din glanced down at his socked feet before dragging his eyes up to the two remaining suits on the rack. What would he do if he didn’t like any of them? What if this whole thing was just a waste of time that only served to dampen his bodily perception?

A light knock sounded from the other side of the fitting room door.

“Mr. Djarin? You okay in there?”

“‘M fine, Luke,” he gritted, “Just need a minute.”

“I know it’s been a lot today, you’re probably exhausted. We can stop here if you want.”

His voice was soft, brimming with concern. A welcomed reprieve from the hostility of Din’s thoughts.

“We haven’t found anything that works, though. I’m not leaving empty-handed after all this.”

Luke was quiet. Din let out a sigh and sat up.

“Look, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“You don’t.” Luke shuffled about before he went on. “This is hard, and I’m surprised you’re letting me help, to be honest. But I’m really glad you are.”

He paused. Din closed his eyes, unable to fathom the depths of Luke’s patience.

“This is actually why we did the measurements at your place – otherwise, they’d have taken them here and it would’ve been a longer, more stressful process for you.”

Din cracked a small grin. Damn this kid and his huge, golden heart.

“How about this,” Din could hear the smile in Luke’s voice. “Let’s take a break. We’ll go get some food, take a little walk, then come back and finish this out.”

As if on cue, Din’s stomach voiced its agreement. He chuckled and got to his feet.

“Deal.”

~~~~

When you read Din’s text, it took a moment to remember anything about yourself.

“Harley, what do I like to eat?”

“Why are you asking me?” they gawked at you from the driver’s seat of their car as if you’d grown a third arm. You laughed and shrugged, taking a moment to think before beginning to type out your response.

“It’s really nice of him to ask.” “Very good sign,” Harley said with a pronounced nod. “Ten more points in his favor.”

“Yeah? What’s his total so far?”

Harley hummed in thought, caressing their chin between their fingers.

“Well… he did save your life. That’s like, an automatic ten million points off the bat. So he’s doing pretty good.”

You grinned and shook your head before returning your gaze to the scenery around you. The sun was lower in the sky, sheer washes of yellow mingling with the mellow blue and gray that had dominated most of the day.

“Additionally, he drove you home that one time it rained. And he won you an arcade prize, so combined that’s another good thousand points.”

“What kind of point scale are you using?” you laughed, “These are huge numbers.”

“Why, would you rather he get less? Hm? Don’t you question my methods!”

A point made with humor, but a good point nonetheless.

Harley took a turn before pulling into a parking spot and killing the engine. As quiet took over the car you unbuckled your belt and turned to face them with a smile.

“Thank you again for driving me to work, you’re the best.”

“No problem! I’m glad we got everything done before your shift.”

“Do you want a coffee? I’ll even bring it out to you.”

Harley placed a dramatic hand on their chest and sighed.

“A woman after my own heart.”

You laughed and climbed out of the car, a sense of calmness following you into the front doors of Cal’s. Having all the practicalities for the date in place made room for you to sort through your nerves – you only hoped a week would be enough time.

After delivering the coffee and bidding farewell to an ecstatic and grateful Harley, you got started cleaning the counters and washing the few dishes that were waiting in the sink. The subtle routine of your work was grounding; each little task kept you focused on the moment before you, leaving little room for your mind to wander to bad places.

The sun shone behind the buildings that surrounded Cal’s, filtering out the harsher glares and leaving a soothing yellow-orange sheen behind. People walked to and fro, casting shadows onto the tiled floor. The stoplight twinkled as its colors changed, cars revving away when given the green. Soft music sang from the speakers, mingling with the quiet chatter of the few patrons seated at the tables.

Every now and then the ding of the front door would call your attention to the view, and the cozy joy seeped through you all over again. Kind customers and fun drink orders were the cherry on top to the beginning of what promised to be a lovely shift.

~~~~

With a full belly and a baby strapped to his chest, Din found the thorns surrounding his mood receding.

The group made their way down the block, Grogu kicking and cooing at the four of them as they spoke. Din checked out of the conversation and kept his attention trained on making sure Grogu didn’t accidentally injure anyone.

“I could use some coffee,” Leia said, giving Luke a grin. “Any good places around here?”

“There’s actually one around the block, let’s head there.”

The twins cast a quick glance at Din, only to find him oblivious to their destination.

“Well, this will be fun,” Leia whispered.

“It’ll be good for him. Plus, otherwise I have no idea how long it’ll be before I get to meet her!”

Leia and Han laughed at Luke's enthusiasm.

Luke arrived at the door first and held it open for the rest of the party.

“Welcome! I’ll be with you in a minute!”

Din froze at the sound, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest. Like a hummingbird taking flight, anxiety began to flutter within him. His eyes darted all about the increasingly familiar landscape until they landed behind the counter: you were standing with your back to him, seemingly preparing a drink.

It was like he’d fallen into a void. All at once everything else fell away until all that was left was you.

Then all too quickly, a chuckle from his side brought the café back into focus. He glared at Luke.

“Wh- when did we end up here?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention. Plus, how else would you want to spend your break?”

With a final grin he joined Leia and Han in line.

Din sighed and glanced down at Grogu.

“For the record,” he said as Grogu sucked on his pacifier. “This is not how I pictured you meeting her.”

~~~~

You almost dropped the drink when you turned around to hand it off to your customer.

How long had it been since you last saw Din? The weeks seemed to blend together. But there he was, in the flesh, making your heart thump slow and deep.

And he wasn’t alone.

You handed off the drink as your eyes drifted down to Din’s chest, where a bjorn was strapped and a little inquisitive head was looking all around with big, bright baby browns, unruly curled hair bouncing about, and teeny hands gripping at the teal pacifier in his mouth.

Your heart instantly liquified. That photo could not have prepared you for how adorable he actually was.

“Oh, my gosh,” you whispered, waving Din to the counter. “Is this Grogu?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, the slightest crack in his voice.

You couldn’t contain the tiny squeal that escaped your throat, your eyes finding Din’s before asking, “Can I say hello?”

He nodded and leaned in further, giving you a chance to lean in closer to Grogu’s chubby little face.

“Hi there,” you cooed, “Aren’t you just the most beautiful baby ever!”

Grogu laughed, his pacifier flopping out of his mouth as he reached out towards you. The sound pierced right through you, warmth blossoming in your chest and rising to your face. You put out a hand for him to grab onto and introduced yourself, the sensation of his soft little fingers against your skin almost bringing you to tears.

Just as Din did when you first met, Grogu encompassed your every sense. You caressed his cheek with your finger, delighting in the sounds he continued to make. A light chuckle from Din made him bounce up and down, and he looked up to his dad with glee.

“Din, he’s incredible,” you looked up with him to find Din’s face plastered in joy.

His brows were relaxed, his smile small, but prominent enough to make the apples of his cheeks pop out. Little crinkles collected beside his hooded eyes. Several little joys coming together like pieces of a puzzle.

“I think he likes you.”

You smiled and stood straight once more. Only then did you catch sight of his other companions, making your heart plummet into your stomach.

“Crap, I’m so sorry!”

You held a hand up towards them and introduced yourself. They laughed while one of them came to stand beside Din.

“Don’t worry, Grogu has that effect on all of us. I’m Luke.”

You shook Luke’s hand as he introduced Leia and her husband, Han.

“I’ve heard great things about you, Luke,” you said with a grin.

“Likewise. You know, as much as one can get from this guy.”

Though you weren’t quite sure what he meant you gave a polite chuckle and waved them all to the register to take their orders: a café au lait for Leia, and an Americano for Han. When it was Luke’s turn he looked at the menu with bewilderment before turning back to you.

“What would you recommend for someone who hates coffee but doesn’t have much of a taste for tea, either?”

“Well, first off, welcome to the club,” you began with a laugh, “And second I’d recommend either the chai or the matcha latte. The chai is really nice and creamy, and is only a little bitter without sugar. That one’s one of my favorites.”

You regarded Luke as you spoke, the way his expression seemed to morph with every word you said. You had a feeling you could predict what he’d pick based on his face alone.

“And the matcha is super nice – very faint, earthy flavor that just has a way of calming you down.”

“That sounds good, let’s go with that.”

Just as you’d predicted. You grinned and added it to the order before turning to Din. He leaned in and glanced at your list of teas.

“What was that one tea you were telling me about, the one you add to the black mango?”

“Oh, the pear ginger!”

“That,” he snapped and pointed at you. “I’ll try that combo today.”

“Excellent! Do you want it with milk?”

He thought for a moment before nodding. A bud of pride swelled within you; that was another one of your favorites, and he’d remembered it enough to want to try it.

“Anything from the bakery for you all?”

The other three were already scoping out options and adding their choices to the order while Din stayed in place. You gave him a look, at which he shook his head. You smiled and proceeded to take out the pastries.

“Okay, we’ve got a muffin and a croissant, an apple fritter fresh from the oven, and…” you trailed off as you slipped a macaron into a fourth bag, gently sliding it towards Din.

“Hey, no-”

“My treat! It’s a new flavor!”

The usual back and forth ended with him reluctantly accepting your gift and glaring at you when you inputted your employee discount again. You made small talk with the group as you began to work, the three of them going to sit at a table after the first two drinks were done. Din took Grogu out of his bjorn and sat him on his lap at the counter.

“You can go sit with your friends, you know. You don’t have to stay here.”

“They have been dragging me around all day, I have had my fill.” Din leaned in closer. “Believe me, I’d much rather be here.”

You giggled to cover up the butterflies those words conjured up and began to pour the matcha latte into a to-go cup. Grogu grabbed at the counter with his teeny hands, babbling about in his own tongue.

“Oh, that’s so true,” you said to him. Din chuckled.

“What’d he say?”

“He said his papa has good taste in friends.”

Din raised a brow and glanced down at the baby.

“Oh? I heard something different.”

“What’s that, then?” you cocked your head to the side and turned to grab the foam for the latte art.

“He said the pretty lady is very nice.”

You stopped in your tracks and fixed your wide eyes on him.

He… He just called you pretty.

You were staring into the most gorgeous pair of eyes on this planet and he called you pretty? Your mind was wiped of all thoughts, your limbs frozen in place. He slowly tilted his head to the side, his intense gaze burning into your retinas like the sun on a summer day.

What you wouldn’t give to be able to kiss him right then and there. You let your eyes drift down to his plump lips for the briefest of seconds before taking a deep breath and resuming your task.

“I think papa bribed him to say that.”

That got a good, albeit short, laugh from Din. Out of the corner of your eye you saw three heads perk up at the sound. Don’t they get to hear that beautiful melody all the time though, you wondered.

You recentered your focus on the latte art, gently pouring the foam in several little increments.

“I just learned how to do this,” you said to Din, “Let’s see how it turns out.”

He and Grogu leaned forward to watch you work. After the larger circles were in place you poured a few streaks down the middle, making them break into leaf shapes.

“Oh, that’s beautiful,” Din breathed, his voice deep and dry. You tried and severely failed to ignore the tremor it sent down your body.

“He’ll want to see that before you cover it up.” Din turned and waved Luke over.

Upon seeing the leaves, Luke’s eyes lit up and he immediately reached into his pocket to take a photo with his phone. You grew shy from the compliments, waving them off and making your way to the tea counter to prepare Din’s drink.

The familiar tingle of Din’s gaze was like a hug as you scooped the tea leaves into a little bag, wrapping it up before steeping it in the water. You thought about the flavors of these two brews: rich, decadent, bold. If they were a sound they’d take over anything else – a literal din over the crowd.

Wow. As you thought about it, the pieces came together. If you were to describe Din with a drink, he would definitely be this one.

He was quiet, yet somehow took over a space in the most pleasant of ways. He was smooth and warm, with a surprising kick of charm that took different forms: sarcasm, wittiness, even the occasional silent flirting. Possibly more that you had yet to discover. And the dash of vanilla was the sweetness that showed itself in every little action, even if it wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. It came naturally.

You stirred in the milk and closed up the cup before you brought it to him.

“Here we are,” you said with a smile, making sure to put it directly in his grasp to avoid Grogu’s little grabby hands.

You didn’t miss the way he brushed his fingers over yours. Or the way he maintained eye contact as he did it.

God, this man would be the end of you.

“I-it’s hot, you might want to wait a little bit before drinking it.”

“Got it.” He put it onto the counter – careful to keep it out of Grogu’s reach – and returned his attention to you.

You let the silent moment stretch on, sighing at how the low sun reflected off the sharp features of his face and highlighted his brown hair with streaks of gold. The urge to kiss him reared its head once more. But this time it was him who looked down before meeting your gaze again.

“I’m…” Din paused to clear his throat and reposition Grogu. “I’m looking forward to our date.”

You couldn’t help the grin that broke out on your face.

“Me, too.”

~~~~

Saying goodbye to little Grogu was nearly impossible.

He clung to your hands with all his might – even with an entire counter separating you – despite Din’s attempts to persuade him. Grogu’s little face crinkled and flustered in frustration, groans of disapproval escaping him.

“Aw, it’s okay, little guy,” you said with a smile, giving his hands a squeeze. “I’ll see you again soon, okay?”

This seemed to calm him down; his features smoothed out the slightest bit, and continued to do so when you ran a hand through his thick, silky curls.

Din peered down at you as you talked to the baby, something akin to wonder in his eyes when you looked at them.

You watched the group walk out the door and make their way past the window. Din gave you a final wave and a smile before disappearing from view.

You released a breath you weren’t aware of holding. What a precious family, you thought.

And seeing Grogu strapped to Din’s chest in a baby bjorn? No other image has ever enabled such a desire to belong. To mean something to someone you hardly knew. To mean something to his baby.

What did that even mean? You had no idea. With few exceptions you spent much of your life alone – no group of confidants stuck around as years went on. Uncle Dave passed, and even folks who worked at the Mark came and went with time. Harley was the closest you had left of a family, and they’d only been in your life for the past few years.

Sure, sometimes that’s all a family was: two people against the world. But meeting Din, and now meeting his constants, it had a wound reopening inside your chest.

Something was still missing. And you hadn’t a clue what it was.

What you did know, though, was that you couldn’t wait to see that man and his child again.

~~~~

Din walked back into the suit shop with a determination he didn’t realize he could muster.

He handed Grogu off to Luke and plunged right back into trying on the remaining suits, even going as far as to let Lando pick out a couple more. The grin that split your face in half upon seeing Grogu’s face, the fact that you didn’t even hesitate to embrace him, it played over and over in his mind.

He would’ve married you on the spot.

As wild as the thought was, he couldn’t help it. Yes, Grogu had a way of stealing the show more often than not, but to see someone gaze at him with such a sense of warm acceptance stirred something deep within him. Something he presumed was long lost.

He let his mind project the image of you grasping Grogu’s little hands again while he suited up, grinning at him and speaking with him as if you could perfectly understand his little spurts of nonsense. You would look up at Din with pure joy in your expression, a smile dripping with excitement and words of sweet honey that melted him from within, the glow from the sun framing you in a delicate primrose yellow and making your eyes shine like stars on a clear night.

He focused in on the details as he finished up, keeping his eyes away from the mirror to avoid distraction from the goal. When he was ready he made his way out to the group.

Eyes turned to him almost immediately, expressions widening and gasps from Leia and Han that made Din wonder if it was all meant to be good or bad. He gulped and glanced at Luke, who wordlessly nodded his head towards the pedestal behind him.

With a sigh and a gaze trained on his shoes, Din climbed up onto it and forced his eyes to the mirror.

And then he couldn’t look away.

Now he understood what Lando had meant by confidence.

The gray suit not only fit so much better than the rest – the pants being high enough for his belly to rest within them without getting crushed, the undershirt not being tugged around with each movement, and the jacket having some more breathing room for his shoulders – but the color… it just looked so right.

It was a darker gray; not so close to black that it didn’t get seen, but dark enough to not make him stick out. A likeness of shaded chrome that made the bronze of his skin pop in contrast and had the brown of his eyes sparkling.

… At least, he agreed in silence when Luke said that last part.

“Honestly, you look stunning.” Leia said with a grin. Han nodded along.

“Very sleek, man.”

Unlike all the other suits, Din was… weirdly excited to have everyone see him like this. The smiles and compliments from everyone, they piled up within him into a stack of warm, light energy that he wasn’t sure how to handle. He fiddled with his hands before catching one more smiling face in the mirror.

He turned around and reached out for Grogu.

“What do you think, kid, is this the one?”

Din received him from Luke’s arms and carried him back to the pedestal, watching him grin upon seeing their several clones in the mirrors. A happy coo filled the space – the last straw that made Din break out into a full grin.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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#the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin #grogu #fluff #latch

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NEW CHAPTER, 14, new recap (can you believe the first one i recapped was chapter 5 oh my) lets rip some coke and goooo

“I thought it was a good bit!” “Cause I’m a piece of shit?” - IVE MISSED THISS

CHARMIN SOUNDS LIKE CHARMING 🥹🥹🥹

the deer in headlights bit is v funny, you’ll see when you see the memes (which i made before the chapter, i am nostradamus)

she is fruity for sure

nodding like i understand food talk (tf is a3)

unrelated but the same therapist thing reminded me about something i keep forgetting to bring up - RICHIE IS HR. so when you mentioned the bear needs an HR, well they do. and as long as carmy treats chip right i think he’ll accept the co-worker relationship (anything to be able to work with chippy)

THE CAT. he is those cute curly kitties. the shat, iykyk

the fact carmen wants to say ‘i love you’ this early (something he struggled a lot to say to his family) IS SOOOOOOOOO

OMG CHIPPY GOING TO WORK FOR THEM FOR REAL????:333333333

This has been Carmichael Burrowski, folks! Don’t call no one— — DNEKRKRIOELEKDKFODNEKE CARMICHAEL BURROWSKI

Ugh, boyfriend? What kind of word is ‘boyfriend’? That's fucked. - THEYRE SO SIMILAR AND PERFECT TOGETHER

And you cannot say you love him because that would be weird. - OH SHUT UP THEYRE SO

“I’m going to kiss you.” “Yeah, okay.” - THAT IS SO FUNNY SJDJFJKF

He’s fine with the touch of hair pulling, on your part— Possibly more than fine. — *giggles in meme*

“You’re so pretty.” You tell him anyway, speaking into his half open mouth. Whatever thought he had, it’s dead now.“—Jesus fucking Christ.” - i need them to know how much i love them jesus fucking christ

“I’m not a fucking virgin.” - LMFAOEKRKKEOEKEKRNRKRKRKEKEKEKE

“It was a recent development, okay?” “Darn. Sorry I was late.” - 🥺🥺🥺 imagine -

“I want you in every sentence.” - FUCKING KILL ME WHY DONT YOU CARA MIA😭

to bite you like a cannibal - this man and his hickeys🤭🤭🤭

“Fak is still outside, I’m pretty sure.” - CHIP??1?2?2?3kr3kr3kr3kr838484kr4&4&4

“Wait— Are they?” Oh, so Richie’s here, too? Good. - oh great everyone’s here, bet squid is there too

NUZZLING NOSES

her old cat, her old pu-

Nuzzling your face into Syd’s cheek - squidink as she’s holding carm’s hand?? wild

“First of all, wrong placement.” - ofc it is

When shit happens, you call me - 🥺🥺🥺 bestie!!!

“Get your weird little hands off my Chip, you perv—” - LMFAOOOW DJEJEJDJDJ I LOVE HIM SO

and syd’s reply sidjdifi

“Y’know how going to a different barber is like cheating—?” - SJDJDJ GET HIS ASS CHIP. they swapped her for fucking ted fak???

“You’re still— We’re still sharing, right?” - SYD SHENJEHEJE

I’m sexually normal - very normal thing to say, it me tho

OMFG IF CHIP RECOGNIZES DONNA AND PETE FROM OUTSIDE THE RESTAURANT

“Baby’s do traditionally experience time, yeah.” “You n’ that smart mou—” - their dynamic is unmatched

You have to respect the power in that. “Damn.” - that reminded me of marcus

“Oooh, Charmin gets his first paycheck suddenly he’s all that—” “You wanna come up to my room or not?” - i was gonna comment on the charmin thing but HELLO1??1?23)kr3:kr

THEY CAN HANG. SURE BRO

THEYRE WATCHING RATATOUILLE OMGGGGG

Sleeveless black turtleneck? Maybe black palazzo pants - HOT

Please say yes to the white apron. Please say yes to his team. He'll get your initials monogrammed and everything. - *passes out*

the wonderful rat chef

ON GOD

“Yeah. I’ll answer.” - bc 🥺😭

“You’re fucking Carmen!” - GOODBYEEEE. not carmen outing them YET AGAIN

“So fuck you, actually.” - 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

“Fuck off! I’m already coming to fucking Time Square with you, don’t be whiny.” - this is giving when dwight was like ‘of course i’ll get that stuff for you so just shut up’

“I nominate Carmen.” “I second the nom.” - tag-team<33

Don’t fuck in a fuckin’ Holiday Inn Chip’s worth mo - he’s so sweet and yet so???

HE CALLED CHIP BABY I REPEAT

It's absolutely going in Carmen's top five favourite expressions of yours. - 🕊️🕊️🕊️

“Syd said she will be knocking violently if I’m not back at midnight on the dot, yeah.” - SQUID GIVING HER GF A CURFEW

THE BERF SHIRT

“God, it’s over—” - squidink is so over rn😔

“Baby, just say you’re happy for me.” - BABY. THEYRE SO BACK

squid can stab men, a little, as a treat

You hand her your water bottle when you spot her looking at it. - 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

her instinct is to call chip, oh OH oh

“I didn’t ask you to be great.” Syd says it before she thinks it, and it’s enough to make your eyes water - MINE ARE RUNNING TOO ACTUALLY

God you’re dehydrated - *careless whisper plays* i mean what I SAID NOTHING

squid out🦑🦑

“It’s so crazy that you think that’s gonna happen—” - I LOVEEE SHEEE

Your shoulders touch as you both stare at the ceiling. - CUTIES

She hums, pointing to the popcorn tiles - namedrop! jk…unless?

“Oh my fucking God it’s that bad—”- GET THEIR ASSES SQUID

In front of everyone, accidentally while saying goodbye, off-handedly while hanging up, over text, and so on and so forth. - all of those are cute actually

“Now it’s three.” “Fuck, it’s gaining interest?!” - WE’RE SO BACK!!!!

“Wait, what the fuck, Syd, say it back!” - REAL!!

this was so cute!! just them and their adventures

LETS. GET. ROLLLINNGGGG!!!! (papers!!!) (we both can do drug jokes in this house!!!) (there will be a wip under all this as a treat I promise)

I’m honestly shocked Charmin isn’t a canon nickname (yet!!), cause like. IT DOES SOUND LIKE CARMEN!!! AND THE TOILET PAPER BEARS!!! AND THE TOILET PAPER BEARS ARE BLUE NOW TOO!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!

You are frfr an oracle with your memes, occasionally I look at em like hmmmmm,,,, this is gonnna be a lot funnier after the next one. My comedic Nostradamus genius. (the secrets of the universe ARE in the popcorn ceiling!! U!!)

The benefit about writing about food for people who did not come for food is that I also don’t have to fully understand what I’m saying. Had to look at a wagyu chart and make a lot of assumptions. I am not going to make steak with pop rocks to find out if it’s any good.

OKAY WHAT THE FUCK I S RICHIE’S JOB I’M BEING SO FR I DO NOT !!! Carmen’s Exec, Syd’s CDC/Head, Richie is… HR/Co-Manager/Host??? No wonder he can afford fuckin eras tour tickets bro is getting THREE DIFFERENT PAYCHECKS WHAT!!! But this does make sense. Bro IS THEE Human Resource.

Had to look up photos of sheep cats. Yeah that’s him. That’s Carmen but a Cat for sure.

RAHH. The held back I love yous are very. Very rah. Theres a lot of thought behind them for me but I shant share because I feel like that may give too much away I fear?

Carmichael burrowski is brought to you by seeing Carmichael company vans a lot and Mae Burrowski from Night in the Woods. Thank u both for ur service.

I completely forgot about the ‘that’s fucked’ convo with Fak until I saw a gifset and went OH YEAH…. It IS fucked. They are so stupid. They are also both unable to say I love you because that would be WEIRD!!!!!!!

I am so happy with the incredibly funny smooch because it was very much to mimic Carmen’s —

I think funny kisses are the way to go. There is something very charming (CHARMIN!) to me about awkwardly expressed consent.

YOU DIDN’T PUT THE RATATOULLIE MEME IN THIS ONE FOR THE PUBLIC TO ENJOY AND FOR THAT!!! YOU’VE DEPRIVED OUR PEOPLE!! i knew if I was gonna make him watch ratatouille and have him relate, he’d have to relate to more than just remy.

I’ll call them and let them know you love them, promise. Whenever they get out of the bathroom.

Carmen 30-Year Old Virgin Berzatto— Or 28-29, time line is UNCLEAR!! Regardless, I couldn’t take away my man’s one W. He fumbles most people, I had to let him have the one he canonically got. And also it was too fun to consider him absolutely STEWING as Tony recounts her emotional relationship with Mikey, just thinking in the background “I need to tell her I am in fact. NOT . a virgin!” I hate this man.

I WANT YOU IN EVERY SENTENCEEE RRAAAWHWHWHEHE!!! Loved that. Loved writing that paragraph. Love love. Love wanting to have someone so intrinsically in your life that in order for someone to know you they have to know them. WOOOOOO!!!!!!!! Carmen give her a hickey before we have to confront the emotional implications, GET HER BOY!!

Well how much did you bet on syd being there because now I owe you

CHIPS GOT TWO HANDS FOR A REASON BABY!!! I’m kidding the triangle would never work. But they should try anyways.

Whole Richie scene makes me :)) it’s fun to navigate these two going through like, so many internal emotions obviously over Chip’s trauma dump, and deciding what Richie would actually take a moment to comment on. And I think it absolutely has to be the ‘imagine your friends are dead’, bro 100% HAD TO BE HELD BACK FROM RAMMING THE DOOR DOWN TRULY TRULY. Don’t imagine I’m fuckin dead cousin!!!!!! I’m not a fuckin ghost!!! Call me!!!!!!!!! I am literally your guy!!!!!

Watching season 3 and seeing half of the season unnecessarily focusing on a Handyman (Ted) really had me clutching my pearls like. Bro. where’s my baby. Who the fuck does this guy think he is. This is CHIP TURF!!

BIG SHOUT OUT TO SYDNEY ‘THE SQUID’ ‘SEXUALLY NORMAL’ ADAMU!~

Donna!! Donna!! Finally semi-time that I have to face my white whale of writing,,, da mom… I’m still mentally tackling how to write her, but we’ll get there when we get there…. (truly thought she was gonna fucking die this season I didn’t think I was gonna have to DEAL WITH IT!!)

Everyone simultaneously did a record scratch at ‘do you want to come up to my room’ and I think that’s beautiful. I think that’s everything I wanted and more. They can hang bro. and watch ratatouille. Like hang out and be normal and fantasize about easily removable aprons with monogramming done.

Carmen is a certified shoe in his mouth yapper. Sugar, hand the crown to your brother, you may step off your throne; because this fucker has gotten caught like three separate times simply by being himself.

VERY DWIGHT Very like, sibling texting ‘fuck you I hate you what do you want from mcdonalds im omw home’. That’s the Richip dynamic to me. And then they kill carm.

Chip baby!!! This is not a drill he finally called her a pet name!! men, to your stations! And she didn’t even have the brain to COMPUTE IT, alas.

The post squid scene was so tough I was like, ‘do I cut this and just end on carmen?’ but then I knew, I’d never write this scene, cause spoiler alert, we’re doing a very slight time skip. So like. I just wanted Squidink to have their actual last beat to their sad no contact era because!!! So many feelings to be had over not contacting your boy in forever!!! But god its so OVER!

‘Didn’t ask you to be great’ is SUCH a punch to the gut, esp for a people pleaser like Chip (or me, man). Like. Fuckin. GOD. It’s the same sentiment Richie had in Just Dropped with ‘I’d love you even if you weren’t useful’, but like, this side of it is pre-useful. Like. Not only would I love you if you weren’t useful, I would never ASK you to be useful. HELL.

All of those I love yous are cute you say? Well I will have to up my game in coming up with something truly mortifying, then.

Shout out to me, directing on set, and demanding that my crew says it back when I say I love you. Genuinely my ‘Heard’ is a reciprocated ‘I love you’. No one call Richie/HR.

also the memes. immaculate as always. AND THE AUTHOR/CHIP COMPARISON,,, ART IMITATES LIFE, what can i say? if carmen/chip manage to live together at a point i really can't imagine him denying anything she wants. i think he would only have opinions on the kitchen and maybe efficiency of moving through spaces. (WE NEED TO PUSH THE COFFEE TABLE BACK!!! SIDLING AGAINST IT TO GET TO THE COUCH IS CAUSING A 3.4 SECOND DELAY IN MOVIE TIME!!!!) psycho.

Anyways. As always, a pweasure to hear your thoughts. I am hoping next weekend will finally be the fucking weekend I put something out. It’s hard slugging through this next chapter because it’s basically our so much fucking dialogue chapter, and navigating action and meaning AROUND that has been a nightmare. I think I’m probably over thinking the fuck out of it, to be fair. I feel so bad making y’all wait, so here is a juicer snippet.

THANK YOU LOVE YOU APPRECIATE ALL UR PATIENCE AND ALL UR THOUGHTS I LOVE TO HEAR FROM YALL!!

#yapping #ask #extensive yapping #popcornpoppin #chicagos kindest #chicagos kindest comp #onion wip #don't say it

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fixing-bad-posts · 2 years ago

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From your tags: "if anyone wants to ask me about rings of power please do because i have thoughts™" This is me asking. (Also love your blog!)

i love you for asking, thank you 💛💛💛 this will be part three: parting thoughts & the funniest details from rings of power (part one; part two).

some parting thoughts:

i absolutely hate that all critics of the show are labelled as racists, misogynists, and anti-progressives, especially when the show’s treatment of women is tokenizing and pitiful, and it does nothing revolutionary nor makes a meaningful statement on issues of marginalized race. they don’t get to position themselves as champions of diversity just by doing the bare minimum and casting poc in side-roles, and having one original-character black elf whose plotline is tragically underwritten. they’re already taking vast liberties with the source material—why not a black galadriel? why not an asian elrond?

with that out of the way, some of my favourite* parts from rings of power:

* when i say "favourite" i mean i'm about to make fun of the show.

i love the part in the show where galadriel spends years of her life tracking down the ‘mark of sauron’—which looks like a little stylized pitchfork—only to discover it’s actually not a sigil. it’s a map, turned sideways, and sketched in modern minimalist style with the least helpful, least detailed, least interpretable shapes because apparently morgoth was really really bad at drawing mountains. and sauron, for some reason, is so forgetful that he carves this “map” into dead bodies and his tables and weapons and gloves so that he? won’t forget which mountain range he’s trying to conquer? wants to give his enemies fun clues about his favourite piece of real estate? unclear.

i love that one scene where galadriel and halbrand are on a raft and the set designers/director did not give morfydd clark enough stage business so she spends the whole scene pulling the same piece of rope tight, and then loosening it, and then pulling it tight again, on a random piece of wood.

in the same vein, i love the part where a conversation between nori and her mom happens except the stage business they were given for the scene was apparently… rub a rock on a piece of wood. and they just have to do that for the entire scene as if it’s normal.

i love the part where the writers seemingly forgot to actually go in and edit their placeholder dialogue and they have gandalf yell, “i’m good!” when he’s mistaken for sauron in the finale.

i love the part where galadriel discovers who sauron is and then goes inside and does not tell anyone what she learned for some reason. and elrond asks her what’s up and she’s just like, there’s no time to explain. and then never explains ever.

i think it’s really funny that the writers want sauron to be “like walter white, tony soprano and the joker,” when these characters have nothing in common except being well-written characters. i like to imagine they sit around the writers’ room examining every single piece of well-written television, marvelling over the very idea of multifaceted characters—a concept completely foreign to them.

and, for posterity—i have fun criticizing rings of power. i like to think i gave rop a fair shot—when i started watching it, i was fully hoping it would be well-done. when i heard the show was coming out, it gave me an excuse to re-read the silmarillion for the first time in years, and has connected me with the tolkien fandom on tumblr. i’m also a script writer irl and, so it’s been a fun exercise to pick apart why the show didn’t work for me both from a fan’s perspective and a writer’s perspective. a lot of tolkien fans are deeply hurt by this show and hate its existence and its fans—that’s not me. i would not be engaging with this material if i wasn’t having a good time doing it.

that's all for me, folks—thanks for tuning in; i'll shut up about this now haha.

#ask fbp #anon ask #fandom posting #rop critical #anti rop #anti amazon lotr #anti rings of power #amazon rings of power #rings of power #rings of power negative #anti trop #rings of power critical #rings of power analysis #rings of power meta

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aowyn · 1 year ago

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Fic Stats Game

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

tagged by the lovely fairy @child-of-the-fairy-folk ! <3 thanks for tagging me!!! :D

first most hits: and though the winter came it hurt them not

Show me your true appearance, Wen Kexing had said at dinner, looking up at Zhou Zishu through half-lidded eyes. His long fingers were cool against Zhou Zishu’s, who clutched his wine cup for dear life. And I’ll tell you what I want. I know what you want, Zhou Zishu didn’t say. It’s written all over your face. Wen Kexing invites Zhou Zishu to his rooms, and Zhou Zishu forgets about the nails.

i wrote this in the VERY early days of word of honor fandom, when you could count the number of english-language fics on one hand. as a result, this fic became very popular because there literally wasn't anything else to read LOL. (if you go in the word of honor fandom tag on ao3, limit to english language, then go to the very last page, it's there!

second most kudos: all the fires faded and were quenched

“I’m losing my senses, Lao Wen,” he said, with a hoarse bluntness that was perhaps a little cruel. He paused, and took a deep breath. Wen Kexing stared, still silent, black eyes wide with a distressed devotion that caused Zhou Zishu’s stomach to fill with hot shame. “I’m dying.” --- Zhou Zishu can't smell Wen Kexing anymore.

similar situation to the first fic! this story is on the third to last page of english word of honor fics sorted by date rather than the last one XD

third most bookmarks: silent and immutable as snow

He reaches for Wen Kexing's hands; touching Wen Kexing has become as natural as breathing, or perhaps it's the other way around. Being with Wen Kexing means being alive, or maybe not something quite so all-consuming as being alive, but rather the many smaller intimacies that coalesce into a life: Wen Kexing is the click of chopsticks at a common table and the rustle of blankets in a shared bed. Wen Kexing's hands are cooler than normal. At first, Zhou Zishu attributes it to the chill of the room, but when he feels for a pulse in his wrist and finds nothing, his stomach curdles like souring milk.

i wrote this story to cope with how the word of honor finale made me feel, and it resonated with a lot of people!

fourth most comments: rivers have not kept their courses

Across the ashy remains of the campfire, Wen Kexing sat on a log, playing his jade xiao. To Zhou Zishu’s sleep-addled mind, he looked to be made of sunlight, daybreak setting the white silk of his fine clothing aglow with pinks and pale yellows. It seemed a full night of sleep turned Zhou Zishu into a sappy poet. He resolved to never fall asleep to Wen Kexing’s flute again lest that affliction became incurable.

similar situation to the first and second fics! this story is on the second to last page of english word of honor fics on ao3 XD

fifth most words: sky above, crowned with sun

An olive tree, trunk gnarled and black. The mortals would call it ancient, but time is not so fast for gods, and Persephone counts not the years. All she knows is that the tree is as old as her dead son.

this is a hades fic i wrote for the extreme timed challenge gift exchange, where you have 48 hours after receiving your giftee's prompt to complete a fanwork for them. i wrote 2.2k words!

least amount of words: saudade

They lay together, in the time-worn quiet of the Four Seasons Manor—Zhou Zishu refused to call it a ruin, because it stopped being one as soon as the three of them came back to live in it.

on tumblr a few years ago i wrote double drabbles for people who left an ask with a cool word and a word of honor character, and this is one of them!

i tag @maebird-melody @morluin @morifiinwe @feanor @andreth-with-a-sword @garden-holic @raine-kai @vryivs @aredhels @gayjaytodd @rose-ncrantz and anyone else who would like to do this game! (and also no obligation to do it if i've tagged you!) <3

#thanks for tagging me fairy!!! <3 #said el #things im in #el wrote a fic

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countrymusiclover · 1 year ago

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45 - Babies and a Ring

Part 46

Gemini Runaway

Tag list ask to be added @dragonixfrye @secretdreamlandmentality

Nik and I drove in silence in the car driving for hours away from New Orleans. Tapping my fingers against the window I stared outward. I couldn’t take the fact that Jacob wouldn’t even look at me now. We hadn’t spoken since we escaped the compound that Finn had spelled. It was before we went to check up on our twin daughters. “You’re quitter than normal, Raelyn. If there’s something you need to get off your chest we have two hours before we get there.”

“It’s nothing. I’m just tired.” I lied through my teeth not really wanting to talk to him about Jaobc right now.

He glanced over to me leaving one hand on the steering wheel and with his other he reached across the counsel. He put his thumb underneath my chin turning my face so I was looking at him. “Raelyn, you don’t have to keep secrets from me. I never have with you so I would appreciate the same courtesy from you.”

“Fine…it’s Jacob.” I huffed caving into his words knowing that he only wanted to help. He had helped a lot since I was still on my period since it had only been two days since we had left the city. “He refuses to talk to me and let me explain why I did what I did to protect him.”

His blue eyes focused on mine, not really focused on the road in front of us since we were both immortal now so it was a problem. "In my experience around you and your brother he will come around and see that you did a good thing."

"You really believe that?" I asked, raising a brow.

He ran his thumb over my cheek when we stopped at a stop sign before he turned to face me fully on. "Yes I do, love. If it's any constellation you two are far better than me and my siblings."

"Yeah cause you dagger them, no offense though." I sent him a glare lightly smirking.

Nik leans forward waving his finger in my face. "That may be true but I will never harm anything of you. You are beautiful beyond everything." We parked the car in the driveway where he vamped over to my side helping me out of the car. Raising my hand I knocked on the door before my father opened it with a crack until he recognized it was us.

"Raelyn. Klaus, I wasn't expecting you two to be here. Is something wrong?" He asked concerned and I could see bags under his eyes meaning our twins were being a handful.

Raising my hand up I reassured him stepping over the threshold. "Don't worry dad everything's fine. We just wanted to see two of our daughters."

"It's good to see you again, Mr. Lane." Nik moved his foot forward about to come in until he smacked into the barrier. "And this time it is under less of a life or death situation - agh."

Clicking my tongue I bit my lip forgetting he hadn't been here yet. "Oh right. Dad, would you please.."

"You can come in, Klaus." He declares simply.

Nik was able to move forward shaking my father’s hand looking around the small cabin. "Thank you, mate. Hmmm…I must say I am rather surprised Raelyn came from out in the countryside but maybe that is why I enjoy her company so. Country folk are always good at showing hospitality."

"Yes I suppose they are." My father gulped nervous around him even though I had told him he wouldn't hurt him because I wouldn't forgive him. "Uh I'll go wake the girls from their naps."

When he was gone I strided over to Nik staring up into his eyes. “There’s something you’re not telling me. You’ve been quiet since we got here too. So spill whatever you aren’t telling me.”

“I am not keeping anything from you. I just assumed we shouldn’t talk about what is really going on. Your father doesn’t need to be more stressed than he already seems to be.” He shrugged his shoulders wearing a black jacket over a black tea shirt.

Tilting my head to the side I clicked my tongue at him. “Hmm, that’s a good point but that’s not all. I know nothing is simple when it comes to loving you, Niklaus.”

“Fine you’re right there is something else. But I want it to be done the proper way. So you will have to wait, love ... .you'll have to be patient because I don’t want to try making another child with you until I can call you mine forever.” He leans down where our noses pressed to one another.

Hitting his chest with my hands I felt my face turning red frantically looking around for my father hoping he didn’t hear that.” Nik! What if he hears you.”

“I don’t care if he does. I have said before that I want…everyone to know you are my one and only. And I know you adore me in and out of that room by the look in your eyes.” He tugged me by wrists into his chest with our bodies against one another. My breath hitched in my throat with me meeting his gaze.

Leaning up on my toes I pressed my lips upon his slowly. He dropped my hands allowing me to grab a hold of his black jacket in my fingers. “I can't help myself, Nik. You are everywhere. You are a part of my soul, my very being and my heart. I can’t exist without you in my life both physically and now mentally.”

“Bloody hell, Raelyn Primrose Lane. If you don’t stop talking like that I will throw you over my shoulder and make love to you in your childhood bedroom right now.” He growled, showing me his werewolf eyes briefly kissing me deeper than before, causing the kiss to grow more heated that how it started.

Moving my fingers up his chest, my arms wrapped around his neck before I responded, bending my knees jumping up and locking my legs around his waist. He held my legs, keeping me upright, deepening the kiss, vamping me against the front door. "Ohhh Nik." I moaned when he buried his face into my neck kissing where my neck and my shoulder connected.

"Rae…" He did shortly when my fingers thread into his curly hair tugging on it harshly.

Gripping his shoulder blades, our bodies pressed closer to one another if that was even possible. Crashing my lips onto his he growled into it with me breathing heavily until I heard footsteps coming towards us. "My dad - ugh Nik - he's back." Pressing my hands against him I shoved him away where he lowered me to stand on my feet smirking as I was fixing my messy hair.

"See I was right, siphon queen. You want me just as bad as I want you." He whispered in my ear wrapping his arms around my waist resting his chin on my shoulder.

He nuzzled his nose into my neck making me giggle trying to squirm out of his hold but he wrapped my arms around myself then he wrapped his arms tighter around me. “Klaus, stop it. I don’t want my dad to see us.”

Finally my father entered the room carrying two babies in his arms. “Here they are. Oh and little Alina snores very loudly when she’s in a heavy sleep by the way.”

“Ohh….” I broke from his embrace taking Alina out of his right arm, cradling her in my arms.

Klaus took Missy into his arms blinking through some happy tears. He held her against his chest and I couldn’t move my eyes away from him when he was holding one of our children in his arms for the second time. “They are so precious. My littlest wolves. My princesses.”

Staring down at the infant in my arms I sniffed through happy tears. Little Alina has my blonde hair but was given her father’s eyes.“Sis…is…sis’s.” The baby in my arms mumbles under her breath where I almost didn’t hear her even with my vamp hearing.

“Nik, I think she’s trying to say her first word already.” I gasped when he glanced over at me.

My father made a weird face towards me. “Isn’t it too early for that? They can barely crawl yet or even try their first steps.”

“In case you don’t recall they were born of supernatural blood, mate.” Nik sent him a look focusing back on me. Missy began squirming in his arms where he was worried he would drop her especially when her tiny fingers grabbed onto his thumb and I gasped seeing her hand turning red.

“No way….That can’t be possible.” I couldn’t form a sentence when he winced until she dropped her hand. I sucked in a sharp breath watching Alina touch my arm drawing from me too. “Argh…they’re like me….they’re siphoning.”

Nik met my gaze before she released her grip from my arm, giving me relief. Dropping my gaze to the floor I honestly didn't know what to feel about this. I was already worried with two of them being twins, but now this had to be added on top of that. “So they inherited magic from you and looks from him.”

“I suppose so. Uh Kayce, would you mind taking them for a second so I can talk with your daughter?” Nik questions handing Missy over to him gently tilting his head to the back porch meaning we're gonna talk outside away from him and the twins.

Kayce nodded first, taking Missy into one arm and then I helped him hold Alina in the other. Following Nik out onto the porch he shut the door before he watched me run my hands through my hair sighing heavily. “We should have seen this coming. Of course they would inherit my magical side. How could I not see that coming especially since we had triplets…and that can only mean Hope was born the same way. My coven will never stop coming for us now.”

“It doesn’t matter how much fear your Coven may try and haunt your mind with Raelyn Lane. I am tired of waiting and running to make you mine.” Nik makes me drop my hands spinning around on my feet watching his next movement’s as he takes my hands in his. “I have been running from love for over a thousand years and you have been running from your coven. That needs to stop when we come together with you and I. I love you Raelyn Primrose Lane, there is no one else on this earth that I would want to call my lover, my queen and…my wife.”

Covering my mouth with my hands I began crying happy tears with some of my hair falling over my eyes watching his movements especially when he lowered himself down onto one knee. “Nik, I didn’t think this is what you were talking about earlier. You’ve kept her ring all this time, I can’t believe it.”

“Indeed I kept it, my siphon queen. Your father instructed me with it and it means that he finds me worthy of your hand in marriage. I am not a man who gets on his knees and asks for anything but I will for you, Raelyn. Will you be the love of my immortal life, will you become my queen, will you be my wife?” He reached into his jacket pocket revealing my grandma’s golden ring with a small diamond stone in the middle and a band connected it at the top.

Dropping down on my knees to be his level I placed my hands on his shoulders seeing his blue eyes poured with love. I sniffed through heavy happy tears holding up my left hand for him. “Yes, yes. Yes, a thousand times yes. I do, forever and ever.”

“I’ll love you forever and ever too, Raelyn Lane.” He slipped the ring on my finger, crashing his lips up onto mine.

Throwing my arms around his neck the kiss grew instantly where I moaned into it pressing my lips deeper onto his. He grabbed my legs quickly, wrapping them around his waist once more before he vamped my back against a tree. I grunted a little but my fingers threaded and got lost in his curls again. “Are we sure we should do this when I am still on my period, Nik?”

The passion between the two of us was growing by the second. He moved one hand up cradling my face in his palm. “If I’m honest, love. That is what is making it harder to not keep you in my arms and my bed every second of every day.” He leans his head up towards mine moaning into the kiss when I tug on a few strands of his hair.

“That’s gross but romantic in a way that you say it.” I made a disgusting look at him breaking the kiss seeing that his eyes flashed the golden color where I kissed him longingly moving my hips against his somehow being unable to resist his temptation anymore.

He moved his hands down to the bottom of my shirt about to tear the fabric in half, never breaking the heated kiss since my hands were moving everywhere I could get on his body with him holding me up against the tree. “Who knew that my Rae would be so needy as a heretic. And I promise this will be even better than the first time.”

“Oh I don’t doubt that if you, Klaus Mikaelson ... .a thousand years of practice I remember that…oh Nik quite clearly.” He buried his face in my neck hitting the spot he knew would drive me wild where I clutched his back with my nails until we heard someone coming towards the back door.

Nik lowered me down on my feet with me resting my hands against his chest. He rested his forehead against mine, muttering under his breath in frustration. “Your father is infuriating. If he were anyone else I would hurt him!”

“Nik…” I warned him lightly, sending him a look tilting my head to the side.

He clicked his tongue kissing my forehead gently with me burying my face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent. “I said I would hurt him if he were anywhere else. But I won’t when it comes to you, Rae.” He ran his fingers through my hair wrapping his arms around my waist.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

( Raelyn’s Grandmother's Ring )

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darlingpoppet · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday: Where The Dead Forget Ch 5 Snippet

I got tagged by @johaerys-writes last week to share something for WIP Wednesday, but since it was already well into Thursday in my timezone I waited to come back around the bend to post something for this week!

All of my current projects at the moment are still in the outline/rough draft stages so for today I decided to let myself be a little bit vulnerable and pull back the curtain to reveal what my extremely messy, repetitive, & badly worded rough drafts tend to look like (and even this was cleaned up a bit for public consumption, ha!) Here is a snippet of WTDF Chapter 5.

I think I’m supposed to tag folks, though I’m not sure how many… I suppose anyone who sees this is welcome to share their stuff? Just be sure to tag me so I can love on your efforts <3

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The shades here can see him.

He encounters a group of them not so far in; they wear the armor of warriors and they are armed.

They notice the cloaked figure carrying a spear, and right away their ghostly colors are high, easily aroused by the prospect of a fight. Achilles does not quite understand/Achilles is not exactly/precisely familiar with their etiquette, but he is fairly certain/sure/he assumes the way he does not stop his advance is communicating to them an act of aggression.

One of them calls over to him. “How now, shade! Is it a fight you’re after?”

Achilles freezes/stills for a moment. He had not let his guard down, even despite the uneventful travels/journeys through the previous two realms, but he had been optimistic/hopeful there would be no need/it would not be necessary to fight his way through. He did not expect the aggression of these Elysian shades. Was this how they all behaved?

“I do not wish to fight,” he says/calls back loudly, still too far away for his voice to carry at a normal volume. He fingers at his/the hood which still conceals his face. “Let me pass.”

A warrior spits on the ground casually. “If you do not wish to fight, you would do well to put down that weapon of yours,” he says, baring his teeth.

“I will not. I do not intend to engage in deceit. I am here for another purpose.”

“Ah, perhaps you seek an audience with the champion? He accepts all challengers, but you have to prove yourself before you face him.”

“That is not why I am here. Let me pass.”

“We will not. Show yourself and what your skills are worth! Or are you afraid?”

Quickly Growing quickly weary of the posturing, Achilles gives a resigned sigh. “Very well,” he says.

He darts forward at once, and the hood of his cloak falls back, freeing his wild curls and revealing his face. He twists his features into something keen and wild and animalistic, sharp as the spearpoint he has hefted, ready/poised to bury itself into the throat of whoever among them is the most unfortunate.

The confident/arrogant expressions of the shades quickly shift/devolve/dissolve away into one shock and even fear.

“It is Achilles!” One shouts.

Suddenly, the jeers and growls of the shades/men/warriors are cut off like breath. They turn around and run.

Achilles feels a sort of wild, wicked pleasure at watching the shades/them flee from him. He had been hoping for this result, that just the smallest glimpse of his speed and ferocity would be enough to spook them. However, he is rather surprised that he is not only feared, but also recognized.

There is an unbidden/spontaneous shiver of pleasure that he gets at this realization. He tells himself it is because it means he is relieved that he does not have to fight them, and it is absolutely not because it appears his reputation precedes him still.

#wip wednesday #my fics #where the dead forget #did I give my long fic a tag before now?#oh well it has one now!#achilles #patrochilles #hades fanfic #hades patrochilles

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somastory · 1 year ago

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Ok Here’s An Actual TLDR Intro Post

KEEP AN EYE ON THIS POST FOR FUTURE EDITS!

Hi, my name’s Rory 😄 I’m a 24 year old pansexual partnered kinky white cisgender woman (she / her) in the New England area training to become a sex coach (I’m still about 2 years away from finishing this first certification). I’d really like to help out other queer and neurodivergent folks find their full pleasure potential and feel good about the sex they’re having! I’m mostly focused on the scientific and psychological side of sex, rather than any mystical or tantric point of view… but admittedly I am agnostic and like to believe in magic and manifestation 💖. Basically, I have tarot cards, but I’m too lazy to use them!

🚫 DNI if you are: 🚫

— A minor / under 18 years old!!!

Seriously DO NOT interact with adult content creators as a minor… you’re not only putting yourself at risk, you’re also putting the adult at risk too.

Literally anyone else is welcome to interact, I just ask that you be respectful. I only follow, like and reblog posts from people with their age in bio (18+) and after doing the vibe check that they wouldn’t mind my interaction with their content.

👀 What Kind of Stuff You’ll See on This Blog: 👀

— My personal stories about my sexual growth / healing journey. Let’s normalize learning about and embracing our pleasure!

— Sex-positive education and activism :)

— Reblogs of hot stuff related to sexual interests of mine (including taboo stuff like age play, incest, MD/lb, BDSM, somnophilia, dubcon, and noncon… DNI if any of these are a hard no / repulsive for you because I may forget to tag). This may include sexy fan art of my fannish interests if I see it and I do the OP vibe check.

— Fan interests include: LISA, Ted Lasso, Jreg, Danganronpa, Persona 5, Salad Fingers, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, The Coffin of Andy & Leyley [and while I’m not really an RPF kinda girl, I also like Formula 1 and Jeremy Clarkson / James May / Richard Hammond].

🤯 My Politics, In Case You Were Wondering (DNI if any of this makes you want to cancel me, but I am open to measured discussion): 🤯

— I support racial justice, LGBT+ rights, disability justice, and the neurodiversity movement. I support transformative justice and I am a prison abolitionist about 99% of the time.

— You can’t control the thoughts in your head or who you’re attracted to. People should not be judged on the basis of their thoughts alone. That being said, I strongly believe that certain attractions are better off (which is to say, safer) explored in fantasy rather than IRL (this includes minor-adult relationships and incest).

— I am Pro Choice but respect Pro Lifers as long as they don’t try to enforce their ideology via the law

— I am COVID vaccinated while being partnered with an unvaccinated person

— I’m kind of post-left these days because I don’t really see a world after capitalism but I think the people can make capital work FOR THEM if they organize with this in mind. Having money is not a sin if you acquired it via your own labor and you strive to use it as ethically as possible.

— I strive to be anti-reactionary in all things except this one: Fuck Trump, I’m never voting for him LMAO. This is also why I’m allergic to most social media because it feeds off reactionary politics.

💖💖💖💖 THANKS FOR READING! 💖💖💖💖 (god this was still probably too much information, I’m really good at that)

#I think this is easier to navigate than the other intro #the first one was mostly there for me to say yes I am a tumblr veteran #I should start tagging my own posts as op shouldn’t I #op

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indecentpause · 2 years ago

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Find the Word

tagged by @winterandwords to find the words make, meal, more, and meet!

from The Black & Blues because I’ve pretty much used every quote I can from Puzzle and Princess, haha

cw: briefly implied past suicidal ideation (that was never acted on), swearing

make:

Kris takes a little longer to respond. He’s majoring in philosophy, with the intention to become a college professor, so he’s the busiest of all of you. Tons of readings and papers and research and debate.

“I think I could manage it,” he finally says. His mouth twists and he rolls his eyes to one side in thought. “I’d have to budget my time really well. But as long as you’re cool with me only making two practices a week, I could make it happen.”

You perk up, your whole body thrumming with excitement. You barely even notice Danny’s leg shifting away.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” you laugh, whacking your hands on the table, because you can’t sit still, it’s too exciting, you’re about to combust with joy.

meal:

After graduation, when you tell [Tyler] you’re moving to Chicago with your best friend to try to make something of yourself, you make him promise he’ll do what he needs to be himself, too. Whether that means moving or staying and making the town a better place. He cries. So do you.

If anyone could make a difference here, it’s him.

Danny took a gap year so you could both start school at the same time. You end up at DePaul, because even though Danny got accepted to some even better schools, DePaul is giving you lots of scholarship money, including dorms and meal plan paid for. Danny’s parents are willing to pay for him to make up the difference between his scholarship (which is less than yours but still pretty good) and what he’ll owe the school. You’re never going to speak to your family again.

Then, one day after school, in Danny’s bright green and yellow bedroom, he pulls out an audiocassette and says, “You have to hear this.”

He sticks it in his walkman and shoves the headphones over your ears. The music starts.

“Danny,” you say, “this is just a cover of Smells Like Teen–”

But then the lyrics start, and you could cry, you could absolutely break down right here on the floor in Danny’s bedroom.

Against all odds, we appear/Grew up brainwashed/But turned out queer–

From there on it gets more graphic. This tape is clearly meant for adults. But for you, a lonely gay kid in a homophobic town in the middle of nowhere, it means so much. There are others. It’s not just you and Danny and Billie Joe Armstrong. There are other singers, and musicians, and bands, and people like you.

Danny keeps finding more and more queer punk bands and zines, and you listen to and read each one in the safety of his bedroom, always with headphones, songs curated especially for you. You listen to them like gospel, never daring to sing them aloud at home lest your parents hear you, or your brother, or your sisters. It’s 1999 and you’re only thirteen but you don’t think they’d hesitate to kick you out if they knew.

meet:

You meet up with everyone for coffee on Friday night. Austin and the others are all old enough to drink, but you and Danny are still too young, and while drinking in the privacy of a friend’s home would be fine, you’re not ballsy enough to get a fake ID.

You’re vibrating again, distracted, thinking about tomorrow morning. When Danny nudges your shoulder with your elbow, you jump, and you laugh a little, embarrassed.

“Sorry,” you say. “I was. I’m just really excited. There were times I thought I’d never make it this far alive, much less doing something I’ve always wanted to do.”

Kris’s and Sara’s faces go sad, and Austin’s brow furrows in. You were so used to saying things like that growing up, sometimes you forget that’s not a normal thing.

You wave the comment away with your hand. “It’s nothing,” you say. “I’m just really excited. I love playing and I love music and I’ve always wanted to be in a band.”

tagging some new folks from a list I found! @written-in-gold @whogavemeapen @shaicarus and also my excellent mutuals @winterandwords @drippingmoon and @kaiusvnoir because I can’t get enough of their work <3

if any of you new folks don’t want me to tag you again, just let me know! I found you all on one of those posts of collected writeblrs :)

tagging you all to find: party, eat, hand/s, circle, and blade!

#writeblr #my writing #find the word tag #writeblr tag games #amwriting #wip #excerpt #the black and blues #sheraton academy au #meara ryanne #danny yazdi #kris rathmore #austin foster #sara quill #tyler

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the-haunted-office · 1 year ago

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Rules

⭐ General

DON’T PANIC!

This is multi-fandom blog, but some primary influences you may find are The Stanley Parable, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and the works of Stephen King, as well as anything horror. I routinely poke fun at tropes, themes, and other elements of storytelling while attempting to introduce elements of horror.

My blog is part roleplay blog, part writing blog.

For the writing part of my blog, anybody is welcome to follow. I welcome anybody who finds themself interested in my muses and the little world I've built for them. If you want to read along and send in asks and anything like that, that's all fine and I am happy to have you.

For the roleplaying part of my blog, it is Private and Mutuals Only - this means that we must be mutuals to roleplay together. You are welcome to follow me first, but I will check out your blog to make sure we are a good fit before I decide to follow you back. If I choose not to interact with you, please don’t take it personally. I have my reasons for being private, and I choose to be private so I can keep my rping space fun and comfortable for myself. Please don’t let that stop you from inquiring, though! Odds are if you’re 27+ and open to rping crossovers and with OCs, I’ll rp with you.

That said, I prefer to rp with folks closer to my own age, and so to interact you must be at least 27 years of age. If you are under 27, I'm sorry, this is purely for my own comfort and isn't anything against you personally. I do have partners who I interact with who are under 27, but I we've been interacting since before I put the age minimum in place.

I’m not a terribly strict person, so things on this blog will probably not be terribly strict either! I’m just here to have fun. Mostly I don’t take things too seriously - so most things will be lighthearted and will trend on the silly side. I do love to write dark humor, though, so there will probably be some of that. Anything that is a serious trigger, I will try to tag appropriately (I sometimes forget though, so please forgive me! Please message me if I miss something in this regard and I will fix it).

I’ll interact with muses from pretty much any fandom. The only caveat is that if your muse is from a fandom I am unfamiliar with, I may need some information from you in order to understand things better. Otherwise, bring in your little ponies and your stubborn test subjects and your space-exploration team! And, oh yes, your OC’s and self-inserts. Bring them all!

The only fandom I will NOT interact with is Harry Potter. No offense meant to those who have HP muses, but I just cannot support HP or its fandom in any capacity.

There are at least two ways to play here! You can send your muse through “The Story” and have one of my Narrators narrate for your muse. Or we can just interact. Whichever you like. Most of the time these days it’s normal interactions, but my muses love to narrate stories so they’d be happy to do so.

Please note: This blog contains dark themes such as depression, anxiety, death, horror, and occasional gore. HOWEVER! I will include content warnings (such as “cw death”, “cw images of horror”, etc.) and usually include anything particularly graphic or descriptive under a cut. A good deal of the stuff I roleplay here is silly humor, and I don’t intend on including anything particularly horrific in RP threads without discussing it with you first. If you have any questions, please reach out to me! It is very important to me that I don’t make you uncomfortable or mistakenly set off any triggers.

⭐ The Mun

I, the Mun, am in my 30s.

I am also a mother to a nine-year-old and I babysit my baby nephew during the week. Sometimes I get very busy, but I do try to stay as active as I can.

I go by the name of Thursday! My muse Thursday started off as a self-insert but she broke away from me and ran off into the sunset. She decided to keep my name, but we are both completely different people.

I rp only on Tumblr. While I am comfortable with chatting and plotting on Discord, I am uncomfortable with roleplaying on Discord. This goes for one-on-one rp's, private servers, small servers, large servers, just any rping on Discord. I prefer to keep all roleplaying to Tumblr, please.

Please also remember that Mun ≠ Muse. The thoughts, words, actions, feelings, and opinions of my muses are their own - not mine.

⭐ NO METAGAMING

This means using your personal real-life knowledge to influence your character’s decisions. It honestly takes the fun out of roleplaying for someone’s muse to “know” everything and always make the “right” decision because of it, especially if it’s to manufacture or kindle a relationship or manipulate things in your favor.

PLEASE NOTE: The exception to this is if we agree to breaking the fourth wall (due to the nature of The Stanley Parable or another fandom) or crack threads. Information obtained via ask memes is okay! I'm also okay with muses who can read minds or who are super intelligent and geniuses at reading others - I just need to know about this before we start a thread.

⭐ NO GODMODDING

This means assuming the actions of my muse or actively controlling my muse. If it’s something small like opening a door, that’s okay, but assuming my muse will go along with every action your muse is saying/doing without protest is unacceptable.

⭐ Harm towards muses

If your muse is about to get into a situation where they can be hurt or killed, I will reach out to you first before I reply to our thread. I will never harm your muse without permission first, so please extend that same courtesy to me.

PLEASE NOTE: Some of my muses are more dangerous and violent than others - and a couple of them are intentionally overpowered. If you are uncomfortable interacting with these muses, please let me know!

⭐ Replies

I try to reply within 1-3 days, but sometimes I get busy and can’t keep to that time frame. However, if it has been a week or longer, please feel free to reach out to me. I may have overlooked your reply or didn’t get the notification. Some threads are easier for me to reply to than others and so those may take longer, but I will answer as soon as I can!

On the flip side of the things, I will never ask or remind you about a reply, thread, plot, or anything like that - regardless of how long it's been - unless we have discussed that you want me to.

I understand that roleplaying is a hobby, so if at any time for any reason you want to drop a thread or anything, that's fine. You don't need to tell me. I do ask, though, that if something in thread has made you uncomfortable, that you do please tell me so that I can correct myself going forward. I understand that I can't force you to do this, but your comfort is important to me and I'd really like to make sure I don't accidentally cross any boundaries going forward.

For the most part I will roughly match length for length, although sometimes my post lengths will run longer or shorter. I don't expect anyone to match the length of my longer replies, but please give me enough to work with. A couple of short paragraphs with some dialogue and descriptions should be enough. Most importantly, please remember the all-important "yes, and-" aspect of roleplaying. If there isn't enough for me to work with, then I will likely drop the thread.

⭐ Shipping

While I do enjoy shipping, it is not the main focus of my blog. If your primary interest in roleplaying is shipping and you want to ship right off the bat, then it might be best for you to seek interactions elsewhere - this isn't anything against you or shipping, it's just that I'd rather us both be up front about it and not waste each other's time.

That said, if you're here for all other kinds of interactions and you get an idea for a ship or one starts to develop between our muses, I'm all for it!

My blog is multiship. That means that my that all of muses may be shipped with more than one character and from different verses, AUs, or even in the same verse.

I prefer to ship with chemistry.

I also prefer to let things develop naturally through rp threads, but I am always open to hearing your thoughts and ideas if you have a ship in mind. I'm perfectly willing to work towards a ship via plotting if the chemistry is there. I will always be 100% honest about whether or not I think the ship dynamic would work.

My muses want to get to know your muse and form bonds with them, but more often than not this takes time. Ships with my muses tend to be slow burn and don't happen within a thread or two. If you are looking for expedient ships, then ships with my muses aren't for you. If you're willing to take the time and patience to get to know my muses, then let's ship!

Also, please don’t ship with my muses just to collect ships or if you don’t intend on ever developing the ship with my muse. I have had too many people want to ship and then never do anything and it’s very frustrating.

Please be mindful of my muse’s ages when interacting with them! I will not allow Anons or ANYONE who is a minor to interact romantically and/or sexually with them, even in jest. It’s inappropriate and makes me uncomfortable.

⭐ Plotting

I am open to plotting! Usually I let things unfold as they go, but I do occasionally have plots running and little situations for my muses to get into. If you want to be involved or want my muses to be involved with your plots, feel free to ask!

If it's a plot that I am running on my blog and you have chosen to have your muses involved, please understand that I will keep the plot running at my pace. Others may be involved as well and aside from that I'd like to keep my overarching plots moving at the pace that I set for them.

If it's a plot we have going between us and our muses that we have worked on together, then I am happy to take things at whatever pace you like. I'll reply as you are available whether it's days or weeks or months out. I won't ask you about replies or dropped threads or anything like that unless we've discussed that you want me to.

Please do not feel obligated to participate in my plots. Also, if we are plotting and I pitch a plot to you and you don’t want to go with it, you are welcome to tell me no and we'll move on.

⭐ Trigger warnings/content warnings

I will tag the following items as indicated below. They’ll be tagged as CW - for example: CW blood. If you have any particular triggers, squicks, or things that make you feel uncomfortable, please tell me so that I may add it to this list and remember to tag them for you!

animal cruelty animal death animal injuries blood body horror death dermatology (talk of pimples, blackheads, cysts, etc.) eye horror gore horror (generally speaking, this will be used for posts that include particularly frightening content like you’d expect to see in a horror movie/book/etc.) infidelity mind control pet death pregnancy religion (posts including things such as demons, ouija boards, etc.) self harm self harm mention (used if self harm is mentioned as a past thing or muses talking about it) slugs snails snakes (pictures of) suicide suicide mention (used if suicide is mentioned as a past thing or muses talking about it) terminal illness

Suggestive content will just be tagged as suggestive.

⭐ Stuff I am NOT comfortable with roleplaying

Smut. I am not really into rping smutty stuff. Suggestive or dirty humor, implying things, flirting, mentioning it, saying it happened, asking questions about my muses’ sex life, and suchlike is all fine - just nothing overly explicit, please. I don’t mind other people rping smut and following those who do; I am just uncomfortable rping it myself. If in any case an rp starts going in that direction, I’ll have it fade to black or skip ahead.

Excessive violence towards children. It’s okay if it’s part of a muse’s past, and in threads I am also okay with some angst and general childhood things like skinned knees and the like. But I am not comfortable rping actual threads where there is excessive harm being done towards children.

Toxic/abusive relationships, especially ones being handled like it’s romantic or sexy. I don’t find abuse romantic and I will not portray it that way. If you do, that’s fine, I’d just prefer not to be a part of it. Thank you.

⭐ Stuff I am comfortable with

Violence? Sure. Blood and gore, let the viscera ooze forth. Cursing? Fuck yeah! Crude humor? Of course! General horror - definitely!

⭐ Blocking

I don't block people easily, except in cases of racism, homophobia, transphobia, misogyny, pedophilia, etc. If I have an issue, I will come talk to you about it first and give warnings prior to blocking. I much prefer to talk about things and try to work things out before blocking.

If I find you’ve blocked me, though, then I will also block you so your blog doesn’t keep coming up as a suggested blog.

I ask that if you truly don’t want to rp or talk ooc with me anymore, please hard block me instead of soft blocking. Tumblr has a glitch that randomly makes you unfollow people sometimes, so if you soft block me I’ll assume it was the glitch and follow you again. Hard blocking will communicate to me that you don’t wish to interact any further with me at all and I’ll get the message.

And finally...

⭐ Communication

This is a big one for me.

I do my best not to cross anyone's boundaries, but I am not a perfect person and I will make mistakes, as we all do. It’s important to me that if you have any issues with anything that you please tell me, so that I can do better going forward. It doesn’t matter how big or small - please bring it to my attention. Don’t let it fester. It is always better to talk about it than to try to shrug it off. I will do the same - if I have any issues, I will bring them to your attention.

If at any time you want to stop writing together, I understand. Sometimes muses fall out and even mun chemistry can go sour or you lose interest for one reason or another. All I ask is that if you truly don’t wish to rp together anymore, please let’s decide to peacefully part ways. Please don’t force yourself to keep replying to me out of a sense of obligation. I would rather us go our separate ways than for you to feel obligated to reply to me when you aren’t into it anymore.

If all of that sounds good to you, go ahead and drop your muse into my ask box! Or shoot me a PM. I can even write up a starter for you. However you’d like to start!

#rules #new post with the same rules for better formatting! x3

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scribesim · 1 month ago

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A New Morning

Adriana woke up the next morning to soft giggles and gentle tugs on her hair.

“Am I your new toy?” Adriana asked.

“Yes!” the tanner’s daughter laughed behind her.

“What are you doing back there?”

“I’m making your hair nice,” the little girl said.

“Thank you dear,” Adriana said, feeling her head and the tangled mess her braids had become. “I think that is enough now.”

Richard chuckled from his spot across the room.

“I must look a fright,” she said.

“Nonsense, lovely as always,” he told her.

“Mmhm,” Adriana said, and set about trying to fix herself.

“Wait, wait, I can help,” Elizabeth said, getting up from her spot on the floor.

In a few minutes she was nearly done pulling apart and re-braiding her friend's hair.

“That feels perfect,” Adriana said, touching her hair. “I had no idea you were so good at this.”

“It is very easy since you don’t wiggle and complain,” Elizabeth said, casting a look at Lorna.

When it was finished, Adriana gave Elizabeth a hug of thanks and walked over to Richard.

“Even more beautiful,” he said.

Adriana beamed at him and asked, “When do you think we will be able to leave?”

“Whenever everyone is ready. The baker sent his son up before first light. One of the lord’s men brought word to the town. The Danes have returned to their boats and fled. It is safe now.”

“Oh, Richard, really?” Adriana gasped.

“Yes. The boy took his mother and sisters back with him. The town is preserved.”

“So, I can go home!” Adriana said.

“I would like to go with you, if you please,” Richard said. “Just to see you back to the safety of your father.”

Adriana rolled her eyes. “Very well,” she said, “but can we hurry?”

“We must get all of these folks back to town,” he said.

With new energy, Adriana began getting the children ready for their walk down the hill. She set about finding shoes and cloaks. Quickly the word spread that the town was safe once again. Before long the group was gathered on the front path. Children ran to and fro between the adults, playing tag in the spring sunshine.

As they moved down the hill, they could indeed see signs of life returning to normal. Smoke curled up from the baker’s chimney and one could smell fresh bread on the morning breeze. Before long they could hear the sound of the blacksmith pounding on his anvil. Voices called to one another back and forth. Everyone seemed in good spirits to have come through the danger with such good luck.

As each of the families broke away to return to their homes, Adriana and Richard chose to accompany Elizabeth, Lorna, and their mother, Edlyn, to their home. Waiting on the doorstep was Mr. Thackere.

“Father, father,” Lorna cried, running to him, “I did it! I stayed quiet to honor St. Silence!”

Harlow gave a look to Edlyn, who gave a small shake of her head.

“Wonderful!” he said. “I knew you could do it.”

He gave her a kiss on the head, followed by a hug for Elizabeth. He sent them both inside.

He gave his wife a serious look, then said, “Richard, a word please.”

Adriana decided Mr. Thackere must be thanking Richard for his service to the town, though when Richard came back, he too looked serious.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Of course,” Adriana said.

“Adriana,” Edlyn said, giving her a hug. “Thank you so much for everything you have done. Many in this town will forget that you were the one that saved us. We will not.”

As they walked away Adriana heard Mr. Thackere say he was going to speak to the priest. To thank him as well, no doubt.

As they walked along, Richard was uncharacteristically silent. Adriana asked if there was anything wrong.

“Just tired, I suppose, Sweetling.

“Of course you were up all night watching over us. Oh, Richard, why don't you go home and rest? I'm fine walking by myself.”

He managed to smile and took her arm.

“With the lord's men strutting around bravely, hoping to catch your eye. I think not.”

“Oh, do not be a fool,” she smiled. “I am betrothed to you, and nothing will change that.”

Adriana marveled at how blue the sky was and how the only clouds were way out over the sea. It seemed every flower they past was blooming just for them.

They crested the last hill and finally she could see the farm.

“Oh, Richard, it all still stands, do you see? Not even a puff of smoke? The Danes must have never even made it this far!”

She began to run, but Richard called after her.

“Adriana, wait, I must speak to you.”

"Surely it can wait," she called. "At least until I've seen my parents.”

“No, it cannot,” he said, but she was already too far away to hear.

As she neared the farm, a man apparently guarding the property approached to stop her. That is when Richard began to run, despite his weariness.

“But I am the daughter of this house. You must let me pass.”

“I cannot, Miss.”

“Where is your captain?” Richard asked, trying to catch his breath.

“He is in the house,” the man said.

“He's probably talking to my father,” Adriana said. “Just go and ask, I'm sure my parents have been worried for me. They will want to see me.”

The man looked at Adriana, then Richard and back to Adriana again.

“I cannot, Miss,” he said, but softer.

Adriana began to call, “Papa, Mama, I'm here. I'm home.”

“Adriana, please, I must tell you something,” Richard said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Adriana turned to him and the look on his face made her quite anxious. She called again.

“Papa? Mama? Where are you? It's me, Adriana. They won't let me come in. Please come!”

“Adriana, please,” Richard said again.

She looked at him and saw tears in his eyes. It terrified her.

“No,” she said, pulling away from him. “I can't talk to you right now. I have to see Mama and Papa.”

The door to the house opened and a man stepped out.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Adriana said, running to him. “Are you in charge here? Are you the captain? I live here. Could you take me to my parents please? I'm certain they are concerned for my welfare.”

The captain assessed the scene and looked at Adriana with sympathy.

“I am sorry, Miss, I cannot”.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” Adriana yelled.

#1000 years challenge #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 historical #sims 4 legacy #prequel #sims 4 #what are you not telling me #panic

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lestatslestits · 2 years ago

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@disregardandfelicity , I hope you don’t mind me stealing your tags. I thought I would try to answer this from my perspective, with a couple of caveats. The first being that I am only partway through reading The Vampire Chronicles, so I’m bound to miss something I haven’t got to yet. The second being that I’m likely to forget something, just in general, and also that this is my own interpretation, so if other folks have stuff to add, I would love additional thoughts/perspectives. 👀

The gadget fixation is certainly an element of why I think so many people get autistic vibes from Armand, but I personally think there’s more!

How he engages with the gadgets is particularly interesting to me. Systematically blending things of like color together is something that I assume is visually stimulating for him, as well as engaging other senses (touch, sound), and also would presumably engage the autistic tendency of repetitive behavior. Obviously there’s other gadgetry that he fixates on, but the blender is a good example of that particular interest and why I think it engages him.

He also absolutely mows through interests, as seen by the fact that he does things such as feeling the need to watch “every film, regardless of merit, ever taped,” before fixating on a few specific ones (Blade Runner and Time Bandits) before finally fixating on individual scenes that he watches on repeat. To the point where Daniel wonders, “But how many times could a mortal watch it? For Armand there seemed no end.” Which. Actual depiction of my family wishing I would please stop watching The Phantom of the Opera at age twelve.

In general, I think his fascination with the human world (and fixation on Daniel as the Key to it somehow) speaks to the autistic experience of feeling eternally separated but desperate to understand. We see that a little bit with pretty much all of the Vampires (Hello, Lestat crying in Walmart) but I think Armand is a particularly significant case because his desire to understand (and his fear that he will never manage to exist among humans in The Vampire Lestat) is so tangible. I think that’s why everyone tends to feel so observed by Armand—because he is observing them, constantly on the lookout for any information or understanding he can glean.

To say that he is, perhaps, not the best at social cues, would probably be an understatement. Via Lestat in Memnoch the Devil:

“Where is the other eye?” asked Armand. It was just the sort of question he would ask. He had not risen to his feet. David, the Englishman, had risen, simply because Dora had risen, but Armand sat there looking up at me, asking the direct question. “What happened to it? Do you still have it?”

“It was just the sort of question he would ask,” is telling, in my opinion. It’s Lestat fondly rolling his eyes and going, “there’s Armand saying Weird Armand Stuff.”

That’s shortly before he makes the very normal statement, “I’ll know the blood of Christ if I taste it.”

He also seems to have pretty intense emotional dysregulation issues and struggles greatly with being rejected in any way. Rejection sensitive dysphoria and emotional dysregulation in general are common among autistic people (as well as people with ADHD but, frankly, those disorders are rampantly comorbid, so…)

So yeah. Armand is pretty easy to read as autistic, in my opinion!

(Additional caveat that Armand has, obviously, experienced a massive amount of trauma and many of these traits can be caused by things that aren’t autism, including trauma. But it’s just as easy to arrive at an autism reading, in my opinion).

Bonus: AMC’s Armand’s little self-regulating thumb movement.

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zecoritheweirdone · 2 years ago

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folks i made art for @scorpionoesit’s vagabonds fic. it is a very good fic and you all should read it if you haven’t already.

if you haven’t heard of it,, basically,, think clinic, but tommy doesn’t have healing powers + he heals many different groups, not just villains(and vigilantes).

it is,, as i said,, verrrrrrry very good,,,, we got clingy duo, we got bedrock bros, allium duo, golden duo,, whatever the hell tommy and fundy’s duo name is i don’t know i don’t keep up with these things. we got bamf tommy,, we got micheal aka the best character,, we got peanut butter cookies,, have i convinced you to read this fic yet. do i need to send my not-so-good essay. i will do it. no i won’t actually it’s not good but still you should read the fic kdjdkdndk.

anyway, ranting aside,,,, the art!!

click for better quality,,,,, reblogs > likes!!

i feel like the rooftop itself could be better(it is. very empty,, dkdnkd),, as well as the poses,, and the background is.. eh,,, but i like everything else about it!!

and that’s not all i have! made a couple little extra doodles,, putting them under the cut!! hope you all enjoy!!

#my art #dream smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #services for vagabonds #scorpionoesit my beloved i love their fics so much. my number one favorite author of all time; genuinely #whenever vagabonds and braided realities is done;; i would honestly love to print ‘em out and make ‘em into an actual book-#-for personal use;;; like if i ever get on a plane and wanna read something #with the authors permission of course;; kfnfkf. gonna wait until the fics are actually complete before asking tho fifnof #and i’d also need to like. actually learn how to bookbind #anyway rambling aside. if you’re curious about that essay i mentioned you’re welcome to look for it in my blog #i’m not linking it myself it is. not good as i’ve said fkfnfknfkfn. it’s only 1/3 about vagabonds #another third is about dsmp hero fics in general; and the last third is about. the owl house.#they are connected i promise. kind of #i just wanted an excuse to ramble and promote vagabonds and somehow ended up with 3k words of nonsense jdbdkdbdjvd #anyway x2. spreading my long-curly haired c!tommy propaganda. i cannot be stopped #also fun fact. techno’s hair is different than how i normally draw his hair. mostly the color #usually i draw his hair the same color as the pig skin;; but in the fic it’s specifically mentioned as ‘bubble gum pink’.#and i wanted to be accurate to that. even tho right next to him is tommy in a pony tail; something definitely not in the actual fic #tho it doesn’t really matter ngl;; you can barely see the difference in the final piece kfhfodbkd #still… i’ll know. and so will you; person who read the tags. thanks for that btw idk how many ppl actually read my inane ramblings down here #here; take a peanut butter cookie; made with a dash of chekhov’s gun #(i’ve rambled. so much(not really) about the cookies in various discord servers.)#i love this fic so much you would not believe #also ngl i kinda just. traced the. uh. shit what’s the thing called.#ok i forget the name but jsyk. i traced it fodnkdbd. did not try too much with that #well i mean. i did. with the coloring/shading bits. but not with the actual shape of it didjkdjd #also i just realized i forgot to add the fake writing details on a lil sticker on the thing but then i realized.#you can’t even see it anyway tech’s in the way. so. woo?#anyway i'm about to run out of tags so i guess this is where i stop. have a good day/night; folks!!

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Distraction

᪥ pairing: levi ackerman x fem reader

᪥ word count: 4.5k

᪥ synopsis: captain levi visits you at your tea shop :)

᪥ tags: 18+, smut, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, fluff

The rain hadn’t stopped since the crack of dawn, it’s hazy mist clouding the streets; painting everything outside a dismal grey. Cobbled roads trickled with small streams, the water flowing lazily through cracks in the stoney floor. You watched as the empty streets changed throughout the day; first tinged by daylight then covered in the evening smog. The sky’s pouring never once seized and the storm outside meant that no customers wanted to brave the weather. It had been a quiet day for you, too quiet.

The warm notes of coffee and sweet tones of tea filled the shop, creating an atmosphere quite different to the one outside. It was a cosy and comforting place, juxtaposing the brash onslaught of rain coming from above.

"He hasn’t visited in a while, hm?" Your boss hums from behind the counter, buttoning his coat as he raises a brow. You know exactly what he means, all too aware of the fact yourself but you feign cluelessness, mirroring his expression back at him.

Gathering his things as he gets ready to leave, you pass him his umbrella as he continues, "The small fellow, orders black tea and nothing else, never smiles. You definitely know him." He muses, rubbing his chin roughly as he ponders on Levi’s name. It amuses you, how clueless the man is, every soul in the city knew the Captain’s identity.

"Ah, him. Well Sir, he’s a busy man." You reply softly, shooting him a smile as you walk him to the door. Your boss was correct, it had been a while since you had seen Levi. The Captain came in to visit you from time to time, which would be normal if he wasn’t - well, him. Levi wasn’t one for unnecessary journeys or visiting folk, but he had came to see you on multiple occasions; more than you could count.

"He likes you, I can tell." The old man chuckles to himself, nodding fondly over at you before he leaves. You tried to forget about the Captain, to focus on your remaining jobs for the evening; but the man was plaguing your mind.

The weather worsened moreso, the wind rattling outside as you make your way around the place; sweeping and cleaning as the room darkens, watching as the evening draws out into night. Looking over at the clock you see that your shift is almost up, sighing contently and dropping into your favourite chair with a coffee.

The bell on the door chimes melodically as the door opens, rattling as the wind breaks into the room. It causes you to shiver a little, turning towards the door and feeling your heart skip a beat when you see a familiar face, "Captain." You greet quietly as he closes the door behind him, containing the huge smile about to break onto your face. He’s completely drenched you notice, discarding his coat and running a hand through his wet, raven hair. You watch as the droplets of water drip from his locks to his jaw, dropping to where his shirt clings tightly-

"The usual, please. I’m fucking freezing." Levi’s voice breaks your train of thought, nodding as you scoot away with your cheeks burning. He sits in a table toward the back of the cafe, dimly illuminated by lanterns. His sharp features intensify in the shadows, darkened eyes and deep cheekbones. It’s the first time the two of you had been alone together, and neither had failed to notice that. The intimacy of the situation lingered around the small talk while you made his tea, a thickening silence surrounded all but your conversation. You wondered why the Captain had come all this way to see you, especially considering the storm; so did he.

You make your way to his table after finishing his drink, placing it in front of him. Levi looks down at the porcelain cup, humming in approval at the rich scent. "Sit." He orders, flitting his gaze to yours and catching you in his commanding stare.

Promptly, you pull out a seat and sit opposite him. The table is rather small, bringing you awfully close, both all too aware of the fact that your knees are touching beneath. Attempting to ignore that, and failing miserably, you ask Levi a little shakily, "What is it?"

"Well I’m definitely not here for the tea, I can make it much better." He lies plainly, gently wrapping his slender fingers round the brim of the teacup and bringing it to his lips, watching you as he inhales and then takes a sip. Levi flutters his lids dramatically and licks his lips, "I take that back, this is very good.”

You shoot the man a cocky smile, holding your coffee between both hands as you look at him over the rim, "I know." His eyes turn into a smile but it doesn’t show on his lips, averting his gaze to look down at the steam coming from his cup. “So, are you gonna tell me why you keep coming back to this little place?”

"The company." Levi answers quickly, looking back up at you with a strange look in his eyes. You can’t look away, held still strongly by his gaze; the sheer emotion in his features leaving you speechless. One of his fingers draws circles on the brim of his cup lightly and he finally looks away. You feel your cheeks burning, finally exhaling for the first time since Levi had given you that look. "I haven’t visited in a while, I’ve been busy." Levi shoots you an apologetic glance, he wasn’t one to say sorry but you sensed a guilt to his words.

You can’t help but smile; you had always admired Levi but since developing a more personal relationship with him, your admiration had only grown stronger. "You’re a busy man, Captain. I’m grateful someone such as yourself has any interest in a place like this, talking with a person like me."

Levi cocks his head to the side, furrowing his brows towards you, "People like you?"

"You know, none-important people." A giggle escapes your lips, unbothered as it was true. Levi grimaces and shakes his head, taking another sip of his tea. "I envy you," He murmurs over the cup. "You’re very important. Don’t say that."

His latter comment warms your heart a little but you brush it off, "Envy me? Captain, excuse me but-"

"Levi."

"Pardon me?"

"You don’t have to call me Captain, it’s…weird. Now, continue."

You’re a little taken back, his bluntness catching you off guard. You set down your drink, swallowing before continuing, "Levi,” His name felt nice on your lips, different. “You’re humanities strongest, there’s little to envy."

He sits back in his seat, looking over at you in the dim light, "And you work in a tea shop,” Levi states blankly, “What’s your point? You do more good for the world than…”

"Levi, I make drinks. I wouldn’t quite call it-"

"Let me finish, Brat. What good is being the strongest if it means you’ll have to kill and die retaining that title? I don’t deserve praise, people like you do much more good in the world." Levi let’s out a shaky breath once he’s finished, avoiding eye contact and looking down at the mug.

His words resonate within your head, saddening you as you watch him sympathetically. It was true, the man who sat infront of you was a ticking time bomb, a human weapon that would one day break; only he couldn’t be replaced. When the Captain dies, humanity most likely dies with him, he was indeed your only hope. You remembered the many times he had told you of his dreams of opening up his own teashop, the blends and decor he’d use. Levi would never be able to live his dream, it was just the way of the world; but you enjoyed indulging him nonetheless, watching his face light up with childish excitement as his passions flew.

"You’re a good person Levi.” He shifts awkwardly in his seat and you sense his unease, changing the subject, “Tell meabout the tea shop.” You smile softly, watching as his face relaxes thankfully at the attention averting from his emotions.

"Well for starters, my tea shop wouldn’t hire idiots like you." He teases, a slight smirk on his features, "And don’t even get me started on that uniform."

"Hey!" You call out, scoffing dramatically as you fake your defensive tone, knowing full well Levi was fond of your attire; having caught him staring occasionally. "What’s wrong with my uniform?"

You watch as his eyes scan your frame, lingering on your waist as he inhales sharply, looking back up into your eyes. There’s en edge to his steely gaze, a certain hunger in those orbs. He couldn’t help but notice the way the material hugged your stomach, how the skirt held your thighs, "It’s…distracting."

"Isn’t that why you come here to see me, Levi?"

He raises a brow, lifting his cup and swirling it in the air, mixing the remaining liquid before gulping it down, never averting his eyes from yours. "Hm?" He hums, insinuating that you should elaborate.

"As a distraction." Your voice is softer than usual, leaning over the table so you’re closer to the Captain. His breath, unbeknown to you, hitches in his throat and he coughs slightly, feeling his heart quicken and chest grow heated. The proximity of the two of you, the intimacy of being alone, the way you’re looking at him; it’s sparking something within him. His eyes go slightly lidded and his gaze on you darkens as he watches you, "Indeed." Levi mutters lowly, placing down the empty mug gently as he clears his throat.

You sip at the coffee in front of you, licking the creamy foam from your lips and humming in pleasure at the exquisite taste, "Is that so?" Your eyes remain on his but he’s concentrating on your mouth, watching your plump lips around the cup. Barely able to contain himself, he wonders what was wrong with him; never could his emotions be controlled like this, swayed by close to nothing. Levi’s mouth parts to speak but nothing comes out as he muses, frozen by the way your tongue glides over your soft lips. He shakes the thoughts from his mind and clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes and tapping the edge of his empty cup with his fingers, "Another."

You get up from your seat and take his cup in your hand, ruffling his hair teasingly as you pass him, giggling to yourself as you hear him click his tongue and utter a quiet, “Tsk, Brat.”

Levi watches your hips sway and the way your hair swings loosely behind your nape. You make your way over to the door, turning the ‘closed’ sign around and making your way back to the counter. "So, Y/N." He begins, sitting back in his chair as you start to make his tea, there was something that had been bothering him. "Tell me, are there many other men whom you…distract?" Levi’s nonchalant tone almost covers his jealousy, but you can see right through it.

"No Levi, just you." You peer over your shoulder and see his features are much more relaxed, a satisfied look on his face as he nods,

"Good girl."

Before heat floods your cheeks you turn back to the tea, breath hitching as your mouth runs dry. It was clear that his praise had weakened you at the knees a little and you swear you can hear him chuckle. Despite the effect he has on you, you’re all too aware of the one you have on him, "Would it be a problem if I was, Sir?"

"Entertaining other men?" You hear him stand up from his chair and your heart beats a little faster in your chest, focusing on straining the tea leaves infront of you. "Yes." Footsteps, one, two… "I enjoy your company. Enough to walk through these shitty streets in the shitty rain for it."

"As I do yours, Levi." You manage to sound calm, hiding the shakiness of your voice with a small cough, "I’m glad you came here today."

"So am I." Levi’s callous yet gentle fingers grab your wrist and turn you around to face him, his damp hair has fallen into his face and his icy orbs are steel, peering up at you. "I wish things were different."

"I know." And you did, you knew exactly what he meant by that. In an ideal world the two of you could pursue things properly, courting and whatnot; but that wasn’t reality. Levi’s gaze was dark, his jaw tensing as he makes an effort to breath evenly before speaking, "I’m not good, for you."

There’s hurt in his voice, easily distinguishable and painful to hear from someone such as himself. Slowly, you lift a hand to his cheek, forgetting about the tea you was making seconds prior and stroking the lines of his cheekbones. His face was so defined, somehow soft but hard at the same time. He was captivating, shadowed by the dim lights in the room and dark sky outside. Levi looked godly with his damp shirt and dark locks. "Quite the opposite," You utter, dazed by the moment.

Levi is flushing, heart hammering in his chest as he just stands there, almost dizzy with your touch. It’s so new to him, this level of intimacy and the way you’re looking at him, the way you’re fucking looking at him, is igniting something within him. He’s weakened by the way you adore him, craving the praise he gets from just your gaze.

As your fingers near his jawline, he shivers, breaking and pressing you harder against the counter, his body up against yours as he cages you in with his arms against the wood. Stilling completely, he nods as if telling you to continue as you touch him lightly, closing his eyes and sighing, "What are you doing to me, Y/N?"

Your voice is quiet and soft, he can feel your breath against his lips as you speak "Distracting you."

Both of you are suddenly all too aware of how close the two of you are, but neither make an attempt to move. All you can do is watch each other in a comfortable silence. In the blink of an eye, he’s dropped your hand and cupping your face as his lips find your own. Levi’s lips are soft at first, gently nibbling and pecking at yours as his fingers caress your cheek and neck lovingly, grasping at your hair gently as they pass.

It’s when he hears you moan quietly into his mouth that he can’t help but deepen the kiss, pushing your lips apart with his and sliding his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the warmth of your body and lips against his. After a while he withdrew, parting from your lips and practically smirking as the small strand of saliva connecting the two of you broke. Something about him made your heart seize up in bliss. You couldn’t tell if it was his scent, his eyes, or the taste of his lips that had suddenly lit a fire in you, but you knew you were already addicted to the way the Captain made you feel. "Do you…want more?" His voice is breathless and low, alluring you even more.

His words flowed like water over the smooth pebbles of a stream, sending shivers down your spine. He spoke these words against your neck, rubbing the sensitive curve of your waist sensually. It was as if your mind just stopped working, the heat in your body growing more intense. But the clearing of his throat and his lips against your neck reminded you of his question and you nodded with a slight whimper, "Yes, please."

"Do you want me to touch you here?" Levi breathes into your throat, cat licking at the skin beneath your jaw as his left hand finds your breast, squeezing it gently with a deep, sigh, also drawing a moan from your swollen lips. "Or maybe," his hand starts to slowly make it’s way down your stomach to your navel before traveling to just above where you needed him most, his touch leaving goosebumps in it’s wake. "Maybe you want me to touch you here?" His fingers gently brush over your crotch and your hips involuntarily buck into his hand, he chuckles, "Patience, Brat. Don’t be so needy."

"Please," Your unable to do anything but beg as your hand finds it’s way to his wrist, and no matter how hard you try to pull him closer, he doesn’t budge. Levi simply continues to rub gentle figure eights around the skin above the hem of your shirt, occasionally going lower to brush over your core. It feels like forever before his fingers are dipping beneath the material, sending a shiver down your spine. "Is this what you want?" He asks as he pushes a finger against your core. "To feel my fingers inside of you?”

Arousal and lust pools your thoughts, his lewd words sending your mind into filth as you see a side of him you never thought you would. He was desperate, despite his teasing, you could tell by the look in his eyes and the harsh breaths he was emitting. "Y-Yes, Levi, please."

Your arousal make it easy for his finger to slide in and he groans when he feels how you feel around him. He pulls back out again and you whine in frustration, but are quickly cut off when he suddenly thrusts in again, only to repeat the process over and over.

"Such a pretty girl.” He adds a second and moves them rhythmically. This leaves you tightening around his fingers as they curl against your walls. "Do you like the way I make you feel? Want to cum, hm?”

His words run rampant in your head and have your knees going weak beneath you. Levi shifts swiftly onto the counter and continues working on your core with his slender fingers. He’s thankful for the rain contrasting with the heat inside, clouding the windows with a haze in the dark evening. "Please," He begs. "I need to make you feel good." Levi meant it, pleasuring you made him feel more pride than he had ever felt for his meaningless killing and slaughter, it felt right, natural, addictive.

You came undone on his fingers, his eyes burning into you as yours rolled back. His name fell off your lips in lewd whimpers and slurs. Levi was moaning, he couldn’t help it, overcome with arousal as his hips rutted against your thigh; watching as he brought you through your orgasm with compliments and appraisals, "Such a good girl." "So pretty, Y/N." "You look so, fucking good."

As the heat and white blinding light of your orgasm dies down, you open your eyes and are met with his, glossy and lidded as he parts his lips, taking yours wetly in his as he runs his tongue along your lip. "Can I have you, Y/N?" He asks lowly, closing his eyes as he inhaled your scent. Another nibble on your already swollen lips, "Please."

"Of course." His begging goes straight to your head and you can’t help but smirk a little arrogantly, pushing a finger against his chest as he steps backwards, a dangerous glint in his eye. "But first.." You jump off the counter and make your way around infront of Levi, shifting him so his back is against the wood. Lowering onto your knees below him, you ignore the sting of the hard wood against the skin of your knees as you catch the lust in his eyes, "Let me show you how much I admire you, Captain Levi."

He hisses, your choice of title going straight to his cock despite him finding it ‘weird’ before. "Say that again." Nonchalant, despite his brain screaming at him as he watches your small hands working on his zipper, pulling down his trousers so he’s inches from your face.

"Captain," You coo, kissing his cock through the material of his briefs before pulling them down, biting your lip at his size. Levi’s eyes were now almost black with lust, his breathing laboured and his hips bucking gently into your hand.

You dipped your head and licked a broad stripe up his cock, from base to tip. He shuddered, his head falling back as a low groan escaped from his lips, “Fuck…”

You swirl your tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum that was dripping from it. He eventually looked down at you through half-closed eyes and you held the gaze as you enveloped him in your mouth in one dip, taking him as far as you could. You reached your unoccupied hand up to push his shirt above his navel, so you could see his abs flex with each movement of his hips. You looked up at him from under your lashes and saw him watching you with complete awe on his face. His eyes were half-closed, and you could tell he was battling to keep himself from screwing them shut and throwing his head back. Levi’s full lips were parted and his tongue darted out to wet them. His eyebrows were pulled together, and under them were his dark eyes that were fixed on your lips as the stretched around him. "So, fucking good." He groans, placing a hand on either side of your face gently and guiding your mouth up and down in him slowly, "All mine." Whispering, mostly to himself as he takes in the image of you on your knees, taking him so well. He’s overcome with an insatiable longing for you and the gentle hands around your face pull you up harshly, popping off his cock with a lewd smack.

"All yours," You reply, delayed but not unnoticed as he chuckles darkly, grabbing your waist tightly and lifting you back onto the counter. Levi works on the buttons of your shirt, you doing the same to his and disregarding of them beside you on the floor.

His eyes skim over your nude frame and he feels as if he might die right there, palming your shape in front of him as he lines himself between your legs, "Gods, I can’t wait to fuck you." Levi’s tone has gone cooly causal, as if his cock wasn’t brushing up against your core, "You have no idea what you’re doing to me." The smirk on his lips is driving you crazy, hooking one of your legs around his waist as he eases into you slowly, "You’ve ruined me, Y/N." Gentle, moaning with you as he thrusts, allowing you to get used to him momentarily, kissing your forehead before bottoming out, holding back his moans as you whimper out loudly, "So now I’m going to ruin you." You shiver under him grasp, forcing yourself to calm down while he nipped and sucked kisses all along your neck, crying out at the intense pleasure and pain he stirred within you.

"Shh," Levi cooed, shifting his hips after a minute of constant thrusting, giving a hard movement that had you crying out. "You’re making me feel so good, Y/N I- Oh fuck." His head falls into the crook of your neck as he grasps as your waist, moaning shamelessly into your throat as he feels you clench around him. Starved of intimacy for so long, years of pain and torment building had created a deep yearning within Levi in that moment; a compulsive desire to own you, to have you all for himself, to make you his.

"Levi!" You moan out, arching your back as your eyes roll, feeling him brushing against your sweet spot as you crumble in his arms. He can’t take his eyes off of you, mesmerised by the way you look, feel, sound, taste. The world around him crumbles and it’s only you; innocent in this cruel, merciless place as you look at him with those big, loving eyes. Deep lust quickly shifts for a deep longing, pining for intimacy and passion as he slows his thrusts, resting his forehead on yours as he circles his hips into you.

"So perfect, the best..." He mumbles between his thrusts, keeping his gaze locked on yours, "I want you to fall apart again, please." Always so polite, you pondered, before sense was pulled from you with a particularly deep thrust. Driving you into a fiery and intense orgasm much to your surprise, and also his. The power he had over you shocked you both but sent a wave of pleasure straight to his cock.

"Close-So close." He chokes, bringing your lips to his as you obey lazily, still coming down from the intense pleasure as his tongue darts into your mouth sloppily, sucking at yours and fucking unevenly into you. "I need it. Please, Captain." You whimper and you feel him twitch and shudder, groaning obscenities against your lips as he releases inside of you, fingers grabbing roughly at your skin as he continues thrusting slowly, riding out his orgasm, muffling his groans and growls against your mouth.

Levi holds you, breathing heavily and grunting softly, resting his head against yours and stroking your side softly as he comes down from euphoria, opening his eyes to look at your flushed expression. The man who stood there was unrecognisable to the one who entered the shop earlier; needy and craving towards you, almost obsessively despite his usual, uninterested manner. "Thank you," He mutters, reaching down to grasp your hand shakily and bringing it to his lips, kissing each finger softly before kissing your cheek.

Levi pulls out of you gently, the two of you gasping at the sensation and laughing a little as heat floods your cheeks. He jumps down to grab his trousers, pulling a handkerchief from the pocket and walking towards you, kissing you softly as he cleans you and dresses you, all the while complimenting you and peppering you with his lips. It’s pitch black outside now, the usually busy streets completely dead and quiet as you both sort yourselves out briskly, occasionally sharing a long, loving look before continuing.

"I’ll walk you home," You hear him utter as he grabs his coat, his expression returning to that of his usual stoicism. It makes you smile, his seriousness amidst his messy hair and flushed cheeks. Levi’s act cracks when he takes a step towards you and grabs your scarf from the hanger. He gently places it around your neck, pulling you to him and planting a soft kiss on your nose as he bundles you up, “How about I stay for some tea?”

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