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targaryenrealnessdarling · 2 years ago

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A Stranger’s Dance (1)

Summary: You have not seen Prince Aemond for many years and to his surprise and curiosity, you seem to have changed.

I was listening to this song and couldn’t shake the idea of a woman being so engrossed in the dancing that Aemond just watches her in curiosity from across the room. why does it make me wanna cry tho, this sweet boi deserves love

Warnings: fluff, sexual tension, kind of sexual words, mega fluff so you know i still have a soul after A Mother for a Son

A Stranger Masterlist

Part 1 / Part 2

Aemond could only shake his head, watching his older brother from across the room, two goblets of wine in hand and each of them equally spilling over the top of the brim all over the floor. He let out an exasperated sigh, eye scanning as he watched his drunken King of a brother make his way across the floor, bumping into various dancing couples, sharing the wine in the form of covering them with it. But what could they say to their King? They could only idly watch and let out puffs of anger at the new stains down their fine clothes.

Aegon's obvious over drinking did not dampen the mood of the room though, it was hot and warm in the banquet hall tonight. Less formal than their usual and the various lords and ladies of the land had not dressed up quite as much for this event. It wasn't anyone's nameday, nor was it a special occasion entirely, but a chance for the lords to make their connections with other lords while their wives laughed with one another and drank copious amounts.

This was also the thing that separated this event from normal banquets. At the usual banquets, everyone was reserved and drank one, perhaps two goblets of wine.

Here, everyone was flushed with drunkenness and seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves. And with the amount of people who were dancing with one another stretching all the way down the hall, it was hot and sweaty, but perhaps as happy as some had ever seen, certainly since the recent war.

Aemond was beyond these kind of events and did not attempt to hide his contempt for it, sitting at the top table and having a perfect view of everybody, he simply scanned everybody drinking, dancing, hugging, laughing. He simply sat there, watching other people have their fun, occasionally sipping his wine, progressively getting more tired as the night went on.

Even Halaena had joined in, leaving Aemond largely to himself at one side of the table, fingers impatiently tapping at the tablecloth. His mother, Alicent, had just excused herself to her chambers after feeling tired, no doubt wanting to be rid of the experience also.

Aemond was quite rudely snapped out of his trance by his brother Aegon almost launching himself across the table, reaching out for Aemond like a child.

"What is wrong with you…" Aegon slurred, picking his heavy head up from the table to give Aemond a half lidded smirk.

Aemond quirked a brow, "What is wrong with me?" he asked, finding Aegon's display less than funny. But what irked him more was his brother suggesting he was being spoilt sport for not joining in on the festivities.

"You're just so boring…everyone else is having a good time, hip" Aegon hiccupped. Aemond shook his head,

"I am not everyone else" he answered simply. This answer didn't seem to satisfy Aegon, who huffed and rounded to the back of the table to place a hard hand on his brother's shoulder. Aemond seemed to stiffen visibly, only turning his head enough to see his brother in his peripheral.

"Well, brother hip are you not going to guess what I heard"

Aemond's jaw tightened, not bothered with entertaining his brother, "What"

Aegon leaned in to whisper, "Guess who will be gracing us with their presence tonight"

Now he was just being annoying.

"Who"

"Y/n"

"Aegon…" Aemond answered, looking at him, "…why in seven hells would I care?"

Aegon feigned shock, "Well excuse me. I am only trying to introduce some female company into your life, brother"

Aemond could have rolled his eye. It was long known by now that Aemond had been pressured to court a woman to marry, as he had heirs of his own to sire. His own mother had recently said he should not wait so long before marriage and as a Prince he had duties to fulfil. And despite Alicent giving him the option of choose his own wife, he arrived at no options.

All the ladies at court were uninteresting and only desired to be married for the title of being Princess. This notion was extremely unattractive and, in a way, felt jealous of Aegon, for his situation had been placed before him without any effort.

Even if he attempted to court a woman, his confidence in himself had been something of a challenge since the incident. Despite not feeling as downtrodden as he had done when he was younger, there was still a lack of confidence that tugged at is heart.

"I had all but forgotten her" Aemond answered, barely remembering how you looked. It had been years and years since he had last seen you.

Aegon slumped in a chair next to his brother, pulling a goblet closer to him, listening to the loud music in the room, "Yes, she was a mousy little thing. Quiet, nervous type. She was the one with the…" Aegon pointed around his eyes and Aemond's eye met the table in thought.

Oh yes. He remembered you now.

You had indeed been a nervous, small child, who despite being aged about two and ten, looked a couple of years younger you were so small in stature. You had also been born with two different eye colours and while being reminiscent of a beautiful Targaryen Princess, you were neither a Targaryen nor a Princess, so the compliments never came your way and it was a point of bullying for some time.

The Prince could barely think of a time he had spoken to you, but he thought he must have done. He never remembered you speaking back to him either…where were these memories.

"She is coming with her father, they say hip Oh! There!" Aegon pointed to the corner of the room, where a man who was far past middle-ages had entered, weaving through the crowds, but he was alone.

With a huff he eventually made his way up to the top table, offering a bow to the King and Aemond beside him, "My King, your Grace" he greeted. Ah yes, Aemond remembered this man now. He was a very jovial man rarely without a smile on his face, unlike a lot of lords. Now that he was older, he had a well-groomed white beard, but his smile remained wide.

"Lord Highgreen, it is a pleasure to have you" Aegon replied, strangely cordially and holding back another hiccup. His eyes drunkenly scanned the room, "I was led to believe your daughter would be joining us?"

After taking Aegon's hand in a handshake, he smiled widely again, "Ah yes, she is already dancing, your Grace. I will go and fetch her" he turned and disappeared back into the sea of dancing bodies. Aemond watched him walked away, intrigued. Was she here dancing this whole time? He thought to himself. He wondered what you looked like after all these years.

"I do wonder what keeps him happy" Aegon started, Aemond's eye never leaving the back of Lord Highgreen's head, tracking him in his mind, "Poor bastard only had one daughter before his wife died, waste of a good woman"

Aemond had done a wonderfully good job of ignoring his brother's quips and watched intently as Lord Highgreen stopped before a young woman who Aemond could not make out very well in the moving crowd, only noting that she had dark brown hair that fell long around her shoulders. The music was loud now and the crowd reflected this as their dancing became faster and faster, their pink, smiling faces obstructing the view.

Aemond could see that he had been pulled into a dance with the young woman as the current song was nearing its end and he felt a smirk rise to his face as he watched the young lady dance around him, but he did not complain it seems, face as wide with laughter as ever.

As the song came to a close and every began clapping, awaiting the next, Aemond saw a part of her figure. She was smiling and bowing to her father, as if he were her dance partner only to immediately be pulled under his arm to be led to the table, once again disappearing amongst the people.

He only once got a good look as they both stepped up to the top table, a few steps above everybody else, she was saying something unintelligible to her father, her face pink with laughter. Lord Highgreen turned back to the men sat before them, bowing his head once more.

"Your Grace, my daughter, y/n"

It was only now that the young lady looked upon the two men, who were wordlessly staring back at her. It was true, she was the same person, but completely different.

She wore a sage green dress, decorated with golden detail and corseted at her waist, her neckline was slightly lower than a noblewoman's would be, with her straps handing delicately of her shoulders, exposing her flushed chest after all her dancing. Her eyes landed on Aegon first, immediately offering a curtsy, head dipping as she did so, her dark brown locks falling around her shoulders.

"King Aegon" she said. Her voice. Her voice was lower than you would imagine but soft and flowing. She no doubt had a lovely singing voice.

Her focus now landed on Aemond, who was inadvertently gripping the goblet in front of him with such tightness. Surely, he thought, this could not be the mousy child he scarcely once knew?

She nodded her head once more and Aemond could not help but look deep into her eyes, her right, a light green, her left a clear blue. In most lights perhaps you could not even tell they were different colours, but here it was clear. The sheer sight of her delicate face alone let a fluttered feeling in his stomach loose.

"Your Grace" she greeted Aemond, her gaze lingering on him for what felt like a lifetime.

"I do not blame either of you for not recognising her, she has outgrown me even" Lord Highgreen said suddenly, breaking this glance as you looked over at your father.

"Father, please" you said with feigned embarrassment.

Aegon, no doubt because of the wine, seemed to break out of a trance, "My lord, where in seven hells have you been hiding her!"

Aemond kicked his foot under the table, wordlessly telling him to be quiet, making you bite your lip to stifle a laugh. If you had been looking at Aemond, you'd find that he had not taken his eye off you.

"I had hoped to sneak her out of Green Hill to have her as one of Queen Halaena's ladies, my King" he answered smiling once again. This details seemed to peak Aemond's interest and he straightened up, pulling the wine to his lips, "to seek a husband" he finished.

Aemond pulled the goblet from his lips, swallowing hard, more interesting details demanding his attention.

"You are not betrothed" Aemond asked you, making your eyes land on him once again. His gaze over the rim of the goblet made it so you could not help but send him a smirk,

"I am not" you answered, "Your Grace"

Aemond did not know if he had misheard, but the way you had decided to leave the sentence to hang in the air made his curiosity peak again and he himself could not help the one-sided smirk that came upon him.

Halaena seemed to appear at your side all of a sudden, grasping your hand excitedly, "Y/n, come join me for this next song!" she said, a wide smile on her features. You looked over to your father and he nodded softly, you thanked him wordlessly and allowed Halaena to guide you back to the main floor. But not before catching eyes on the one-eyed Prince for a moment before turning and disappearing into the crowd, joyful, stringed music starting up once again.

After that meeting, Aemond could only see you amongst the crowds, dancing with his sister joyfully. Once her father had walked away after delivering his greetings, Aegon laughed drunkenly, gulping down one whole goblet before turning to his brother, "Brother, you will scare her away if you keep staring at her like that"

"She would be lucky to escape knowing your drunken eyes on are her"

Aegon leaned into his brother, "What a hypocrite you are, brother. I see how you look at her. Do not tell me you don't desire to bend her over this table and-"

Aegon had stopped as Aemond's eye looked slowly over, wordlessly advising him to quit while he was ahead. Aegon nodded and picked up two more goblets, "Alright then, just don't wait forever"

Aegon almost ran away from the table, only turning back to Aemond to mouth fuck her, making Aemond roll his eye in annoyance.

You twirled around with Halaena until the song ended, your experience of the Red Keep so far had only been good, although perhaps if they had parties like this every evening it would be even better. There was nothing better than a hot, drunken party to loosen up the average gentleman.

At this point you were a few wines deep, having a great time and once the song ended, you raised your hands to clap for the band. Turning quickly, you picked up another goblet and bought it to your lips, letting out a happy sigh as you leaned against the wall, watching as people ramped up for another dance. In the distance, your father was dancing with a widowed lady, smile wide with glee and it made you giggle to see him drunk.

You stood there for a moment to people watch before feeling a tall presence next to you, being slightly disappointed it wasn’t someone else.

“Evening, Lady Highgreen”

Internally, you rolled your eyes but forced a smile to come across your face.

Ser Tyland Lannister. There was no doubt in your mind what he wanted, he had taken no wife and had no children. His actions as of now were as clear as they could have been without him saying anything. He was a good decade your senior, but even when you were a child he bought it upon himself to isolate you from the other older children, were it not for him, they might have found it in their hearts themselves to be your friend. But he was a bored, single, twenty-something year old at the time, so pleased him to no end to see another creature in suffering.

“Ser Tyland, it has been years” you feign interest in some information from the past few years, his eyes widened with glee as if seeing something shiny,

“Yes, my Lady and how you have grown and, if I may be so bold, what a beauty you have become”

You raised your eyebrows, taking a sip from your goblet, emitting a small hm in response, finding it difficult to hide your disinterest. However, Tyland being Tyland did not pick up on the hint and moved closer, forearm leaning on the wall next to you. His lids looked heavy and he himself looked about ten glasses of wine deep.

"I hear you are in the company of Queen Halaena's ladies" he started leaning in closer, you instinctively moved your head away, a whisper of a grimace on your face, "Perhaps we may run into each other more often" he said lowly.

You opened your mouth to give some kind of charming quip back but before you could, a large hand had been placed on Tyland's shoulder in a fake friendly manner pushing him away.

"Prince Aemond" Tyland had his eyes wide open now, with a hint of fear that he had done something wrong. Aemond rounded him, now stopping to place himself in between the two of you, the fear on Tyland's face enough to make you bite your lip to stomach a laugh.

"Allow me a moment with the Lady, Ser Tyland" Aemond almost barked the command at him, so much so he may as well have told the Lord to fuck off.

Tyland with a messy bow of the head to you and the Prince shuffled away embarrassed, Aemond watched him walk away with his tail between his legs, turning back to give you a look as if to say thank me later.

You smiled up at the Prince in thanks, heart beating faster as he took his spot at your side where Tyland had been. The air immediately felt different with his presence, it felt calm but at the same time electrified, as if the Prince had plenty to say to you.

"I apologise for my brother's behaviour" Aemond said, you raised your eyebrows with a smile, pulling the goblet of wine from your lips to lick the wine there.

"On the contrary, my Prince, I was surprised to find him quite cordial. Despite his attempts to hide his surprise"

Aemond smiled, "His surprise?"

You cock your head in feigned annoyance, a smile still evident on both your faces, "Oh let us not pretend, my Prince-"

"Aemond" he interrupted, hands placed behind his back, clasped together with a faint nervousness. Perhaps he had not expected you to have changed quite this much.

"Aemond" you respond and he could not help but stare at the way his name passed your lips and the way you licked the wine from them every time you took a sip, "Let us not pretend that you are both not surprised at how I have turned out. Rightly or wrongly, I was a shy, reserved child, I am surprised you remember me at all"

"Rightly or wrongly it does not matter" he said quicky, surprising you, "You did not deserve that extent of childish bullying"

There was a pause and a silence in the air now, the laughing and music of the room becoming muffled for a split second as you observed each other. Your eyes scanned his body before returning to his gaze, you were not the only one who had changed.

"I confess, I remember very little of you…" he started, his gaze flicking to the floor every now and then as if in shame, "…and I do hope that I never said anything that would have offended you, my Lady.

It is no excuse that I only feel saddened by your situation having lost an eye of my own, knowing how cruel people, especially children, can be.

If it is any consolation, I never understood why you suffered the ridicule that you did" Aemond realised that he had been pressing his thumb harder into his palm behind his back the entire time, heart beating out of his chest with nervousness. Was the truth inside him that he craved forgiveness? That he felt bad he could not remember if he had offended you or not?

The pause hung in the air for a moment, and you gave him a small, albeit sad smile, nodding your head, knowing exactly what he wanted to say, "Thank you, Aemond…" you trailed off, placing a hand on his tense, leather clad arm, "…and for what it is worth, you never said anything like that to me.

On the contrary, I saw you read many history books, conveniently left on the pages of Princess Alyssa. She had the same condition, did she not?" you smiled, his eye met yours, but his emotion was difficult to read. You squeezed his arm, sensing that perhaps he did not like to be touched and pulled away, tucking your arm back underneath the other to take a sip of wine.

"I thought it quite beautiful" Aemond answered suddenly, not wishing to meet your eyes as he said this he feigned interest in the dancing crowd, but he missed the smile you hid beneath the rim of your goblet.

You pushed yourself off the wall to stand in front of Aemond now, looking up at him, he had no choice but to look down at you now.

"There is no need for defences now. I am happy" you say, letting that hang in the air for a moment. After a moment, Aemond allowed a small smile to pass. The air felt charged and you swore if you were to touch with skin, you would feel a burst of energy between you, but perhaps it was just your heart hammering in your chest.

The music suddenly changed to a slow stringed ballad, and you turned to see everyone had broken out into couples, you couldn’t help but smile as Halaena pulled Criston Cole into a dance against his will.

"Shall we?" Aemond asked, hand outstretched to take yours. You licked the wine off your lips and placed the goblet down on the table, letting your hand glide into his. You were right, you felt the energy between you as skin touched, hairs on your arm stood on end as you met his gaze once again and you found yourself wanting to know what was going on inside his head.

Hand in hand, you turned to make your way into the crowd, laughing lowly to yourself as Aemond stood tall amongst them, unable to disguise his height. You felt a ghost of his other hand at your waist, resting at the waistline of your dress as your own arm came to his shoulder in preparation for the dance.

You looked at your feet first before looking up at him, beginning to sway with the slightly slower music, a perpetual smile on your features as you stared back up at him.

"I forgot to thank you for ridding me of Tyland Lannister earlier" you say, he shook his head in dismissal.

"Tyland Lannister approaches anything that has a heartbeat. In fact, even now I see he has already moved on"

You stifled a laugh, "Let me see" you said quietly. Laughing lowly, Aemond twisted around as if you two were dancing to allow you to see what he had. In the corner of the room, Tyland Lannister was badgering your own father, sloppily drinking down more wine so that it ran down your face. It was not even the situation that made you laugh, but the look on your father's face of pure disgrace, a man who always wore a smile on your face.

You accidentally let a laugh loose which caught the attention of your father, who upon catching your gaze smiled widely as he realised who you were dancing with. You rolled your eyes and returned your gaze to Aemond who was already staring down at you longingly.

"Excuse me, I originally thought he approached anything with tits but it does seem like the standards have dropped somewhat" you reply, making Aemond himself stifle a laugh.

"Do not do yourself the disservice, my Lady. Any man who does not approach someone like you is a fool" Aemond said, like word vomit it just came out and he caught himself just as he said it. He felt like his brain was working a mile a minute and the tension it created caused him to grip onto your waist a little tighter, something that did not go unnoticed by you.

"How very forward of you" you respond, voice lower now. You saw his eye narrow slightly, becoming darker with a feeling that was not there before, "If I knew any better, my Prince, I would say any woman not to approach you is also a fool"

Your movements slowed somewhat, there was a different, heavy feeling now, but not a feeling either of you disliked. You could see how his gaze was focussing on all aspects of your face, hanging longingly on your lips most of all and then your eyes. You could not help but do the same to him, wordlessly studying every part of his features. The way his thick hair swayed with the movements of your dancing, the way his pupil had become larger and the violet ring around it shining brightly. As if he had been made by the Gods themselves, his face was angular, masculine with sharp angles, all you wanted to do was drag your hands across them.

You watched intently as Aemond seemed to lean down, closing his eye, the smell of your perfume invading his senses. His grip on your dress at your waist tightened and you realised now that he was annoyed at the fabric, tugging at it, as if wanting to see what had been beneath it this entire time.

You had only closed your eye for a moment before you heard him whisper against your ear, feeling his hot breath against your flushed neck and exposed skin of your shoulder. You thought you could relish in this feeling, his chest now achingly close to yours, and if you had pressed against him, you would have felt his stiffness bury into your leg.

"I cannot kiss you with your father in the room" he said quietly, "There are many other things I would rather do" pulling away slowly but still staying close, closer than he had been before as if wanting to drink all of you in.

You simple smile back at him, eyes glazed over in a new found desire.

"Like what, my Prince"

You could see his chest rise and fall in a deep breath, as if desperately trying to control his emotions.

"At your behest, I happy to demonstrate"

You could not help the feeling that took over you. You were acutely aware of where his hands were now, how he touched your hand and his thumb that was caressing it. How he fisted the cloth of your dress at your waist in need. How his broad and wide body seemed to envelop you completely. All of this sent a warm feeling that settled in your abdomen.

You realised that the slow dance has ended, and a new, joyful song had begun, you turned to the people in the room who were all jumping now hand in hand. You looked back at Aemond, smiling, "You don't strike me as the type to dance to this music"

Aemond seemed to playfully shake his head, "You would be correct in that assumption" he answered, making you laugh.

Halaena bounded up to you, taking your now free hand, a wide grin on her youthful face, "y/n! This is the last song, will you come dance with me"

Halaena seemed to look between you, seeing how close you were to one another and sent a smile to her brother. Aemond nodded and bought your other hand to his lips and kissed the delicate skin there, "Y/n" he simply said as he started to turn away.

"Brother, do not leave! You are more than welcome to watch!" Halaena said, making Aemond stop in his tracks, hands behind his back. He simply stood there smirking at you,

"Alright then" is all he answered.

You kept your eyes on him the entire time as you allowed Halaena to pull you into the crowd, only then engaging in the powerfully joyful dance. You jumped, skipped, laughed and danced, the hour was late and you were several glasses of wine deep, but you had never felt more alive. The room was warm with candlelight, hot with bodies. As you spun around, clapping at the music, your eyes landed on Aemond leaning against the wall, giving you a slow clap. And you just knew that he had been watching you the entire time.

It was true, Aemond had watched you dance your heart out with his dear sister. Watching as you laughed, clapped, and turned the most glorious shade of pink at your cheeks. His hands gripped at one another, feeling as if his stomach were doing backflips, not used to this genuine feeling deep inside his chest. Watching you enjoy yourself was almost as good as anything else.

And when your eyes finally met after the dance, he nodded his head to you in goodnight.

#prince aemond #Aemond x Reader #aemond targaryen #Aemond the Kinslayer #aemond one eye #aemond fluff #hotd fanfic #hotd fluff #house of the dragon #house of the dragon aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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so I just read Doodles (and adored it!!) and now I can't stop thinking abt Miguel trying to sketch the reader, but having no artistic abilities and therefore failling miserably. a sequel perhaps??

((not sure if you're still taking requests tho. love ur work anyway!!)

hii!! AW that’s so kind, thank you! I absolutely loved writing this, thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

doodles (part 2)

Miguel O’hara x f reader

wc || 881

warnings || none just fluff

part 1 -> doodles

masterlist + rules

Miguel has many talents, but drawing is not one of them. He has an indispensable need for perfectionism, so anything he was automatically good at frustrated him massively.

Since you've shared your knack for drawing with him, things have somewhat progressed between you both. Your relationship wasn't definite as of yet, but it was like the wedge between you two dissipated, like there was no longer a divide. You both spoke more freely with each other as if there was now a common understanding, like there were no secrets, well, still some secrets.

So now, when you'd hang out, you kept your doodle pad away, preferring to immerse yourself in conversation with Miguel rather than sketch your time away. He noticed how you were more present, more attentive while you were with him, and though he'd never admit it aloud, it made his heart feel full for you to want to spend time with him.

"You got your uh- notepad?" he asks, changing the subject of today's events at HQ.

"Always," you smile, head tilting to the side as if to understand him better. "Why'd you ask?"

"I want to try something," he sheepishly grins, his demeanour coltish as he avoids your gaze. "Can I borrow it?"

You playfully squint your eyes as you watch his expression soften. "I suppose,"

"And a pencil?" he adds, his tone sweet and juvenile as he extends a hand.

You weren't completely certain about what he had planned, but you had an idea.

"Okay, turn around a bit... no, towards me... now, put your arm up... yeah, on the table... no, your elbow. Mierda," (shit) he chuckles, shaking his head. "Put that there," he grins, adjusting you, moving you around in your chair. "Now, relax," his smile widens as he gazes at you across the table. "Hermosa," (beautiful) muttering under his breath.

His grin slowly fades as the lead touches the paper, looking stumped as he peeks at you over the notepad. He softly sighs as he begins to sketch you, glancing up at you every few seconds, sometimes looking at you more than necessary.

"How's it looking?" you sweetly ask, trying not to move too much.

"It's uh- it's," he pauses, masking the unsatisfied look on his face. "Good," he shrugs, his tone unconvincing as he continues to draw you.

He didn't have to say anything for you to know what he was thinking. His expressions were clear enough, even if he thought he hid them well.

"Can't wait to see it," you reassure, your eyes soften as they meet his.

He sighs heavily as he guides the pencil over the paper, flick-like strokes around the page as if he's sketching your hair. "It's terrible, cariño," (honey) he huffs, visibly frustrated as he drops the pad to the table. "Sorry,"

"No, no, don't be," you grin, standing from your seat, joining him on his side of the table. "Can I?" you ask, reaching for the pencil tightly gripped within his fist.

He nods, extending it towards you with a wry smile.

"Why you being so hard on yourself? It looks good," you partially lie.

It wasn't an awful drawing. It just wasn't great. You hated the idea of lying to Miguel, but surely this one time would be okay, a small white lie to avoid hurting his feelings. For someone who doesn't often do anything artistic and creative, it was actually a pretty solid effort. And although he wasn't one to care for art, you could tell this meant a lot to him, like he was trying to impress you or show another side to himself, a softer side even.

You could tell that he was frustrated in his attempts, so you reassured him, placing your warm palm over his forearm. "I think it looks great, Miguel," you smile. "Would it be okay if I help you?" you question, being careful with your wording to avoid the possibility of upsetting him.

"Go ahead," he nods, scooting his chair closer to you, resting the side of his head in his hand like he was getting comfortable to watch you. "I'm sure," he says, answering the question you had in mind, noticing the quizzical look in your eyes.

"Okay, so," you grin, looking at him. "I think it's the angle. It makes the proportions look funny, and it makes my nose look enormous," you playfully scold, earning you a soft laugh from Miguel. "But, you did the eyes well- wait a second, why are my lips so detailed?" you coyly smile, slowly turning to face him.

He doesn't answer. He shrugs, avoiding your gaze.

"Okay, okay, I'll drop it," you say, hiding your smile behind your hair, shielding the side of your face with it.

"Don't hide it," he mumbles, extending a hand, reaching for your hair and brushing it behind your ear. He smiles, noticing the blush form over your cheeks. "Show me how to improve it,"

So you did. You sat close together, inches apart as you made minor adjustments to the sketch, adding shading and highlights as Miguel admired the process, watching the drawing come to life. His eyes dart between you and the finished sketch of you on the page, a sweet, sincere smile spreading across his lips. "Hermosa," (beautiful) he whispers. "I'm gonna frame it."

@sunshiines-stuff @queerponcho @selfryed

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara imagine #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel atsv

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hoseokslefteyebrow · 3 months ago

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The Anomaly || JJK

Chapter 10: Flunctations pt.2

summary : In which you're isekai'd from your (own) parallel Jujutsu Kaisen universe to the canon universe.

wordcount : 2.2k

Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader, eventually Character x Reader (idk who yet tho)

Masterlist | Next

Your eyes widen.

Fushiguro Toji.

It happens in slowmotion.

This is the first time you've ever truly seen him. You've heard stories. Stories of your mother who grew up with him. She described him as strong on a different level. You've heard stories from Gojo. Unbelievably strong. A true fear to be reckoned with. You've heard Yuki speak of him. Free from cursed energy. Much like the one other person you're fond of.

You've never seen him before. Yet you just know it's him. It's a feeling you've never had before, but there's no possibility for it to be anyone else. No one else would jump in like he just did. (Except perhaps your Sukuna, but this ain't about him.)

He's fast, disappearing mid-air, only to be stood right beside Maki, tugging at Cloud Jumper. He wins, tugging the weapon from Maki's hands. He walks past casually, like he's simply here to finish some simple job. From the corner of your eye, you notice Zen'In's old man tense, recognition flashing through his eyes.

You're left confused. You knew that the Geto Suguru of this universe went down the same road as your universe's Geto Suguru. You had read it right off Gojo's face back when he asked who you were. Geto had ended up that way thanks to his battle with Toji, among other reasons.

Had that not happened here? Wasn't Toji supposed to be dead? You did notice something odd though. Black eyes. You have no idea why or where or how.

Nonetheless, you watch in amazement with the rest as Toji approaches the curse casually, no sign of fear.

The curse has no idea who he is, writing him off as unimportant and sending a really long ugly eel from his stomach.

The display is a little disgusting, but whatever.

Toji was not scared, or impressed. You don't catch his smirk as he beats through the curse's attack. It creates an opening for him, and he's quick to close in on the distance between them, whacking Cloud Jumper across its face. He's watching the curse fly from his attack with a crazed smile. He follows soon after, running over the water as he mercilessly attacks the curse again and again, sending him flying in every direction. The curse doesn't stand a chance.

If your universe's Toji was anything like this one, then you understand how Gojo lost from him. The man is visibly crazy, his attacks merciless, skilled, and fast.

Eventually, the curse finally regains his footing, and he sends a hoard of piranha curses at Toji, aimed in a straight line. Of course, Toji doesn't falter, whacking through every last one of them with ease, closing in on him once again. The curse is smart, and pulls him under as he aims at his stumic once more. The two disappear from sight, only to reappear later. First, the curse. Then, Toji, who's wrapped up like a cocoon in eels, it seems. It only takes Toji a moment to break free from the eels. Two giant isopods break the surface a moment after he breaks free, but he beats one down with a single blow, the other one falling soon after.

Their fall creates a big wave on both sides. One heading straight towards your group, the other sending Toji and the curse back to the island.

You react quickly, taking control of the wave and allowing it to flow back gently. When the wave dissipates, all of you are able to see the curse receiving a life threatening beating once again.

And now, he's drawing blood, seriously injuring the curse.

" Old man. Who is that?"

It's Maki who's asking the question.

" A ghost."

" Fushiguro, can you hold out a little longer?"

You glance back at Megumi, noting his state. Fuck, you forgot that he's still deploying his domain. It must be taking a shit amount of effort to keep that going.

You take a few steps to stand beside him, gathering the water of the curse's domain to form a stream, pressing your hand to the skin on the back of his neck. You can't fully heal him while he's using his cursed technique, especially while he's using his domain, but at least this way his physical state won't get worse. Megumi takes a deep breath before answering.

" Yes."

A horrific sound brings your attention back to Toji. Metal scraping against metal. He's sharpening Cloud Jumper. Soon enough, both ends of the once dull weapon are sharp enough to pierce skin with minimal effort.

The curse seems to realize it too, and jumps up. You're not the only one who notices. Naobito is up in the air soon enough, pushing it back to Toji. Toji is soon to stab it with Playful Cloud. And then he's ripping the three parts loose, back to mercilessly beating the curse.

Then you're all back in the metro station. Your eyes widen.

He really just beat the special grade curse by himself.

" Megumi!"

He's dropped to his knees, choking up a bit of blood.

" I'm fine. Heal me later-"

he's breathing heavily. You're worried, but you nod.

Everyone's focus shifts to Toji.

Who's side is he on?

Toji is walking slowly, however, before anyone of you can speak, a window breaks.

He's forced Megumi outside.

Your eyes are wide, and Maki and you both call out for him at the same time.

" Megumi!"

You've jumped out of the window before you've finished saying his name. Toji is a few steps in front of you. You can see his eyes wide from the few meters you're stood away from him.

A moment later, a fire breaks out behind you.

Your eyes widen, glancing between Megumi and your other allies.

" Go! I- I'll handle this!"

Megumi looks uncertain. You're uncertain too. Another eruption of flames.

" Just- stay safe! If you die- Nobara, Yuuji and I will kill you!"

You send him a worried glance, and then you're uncapping your water bottles, sending yourself back up, just as a third eruption of flames happens.

And then you feel something. Or hear something. You're not sure. It's like a heartbeat. But it's ominous, like a warning.

You arrive back in the metro station just to see a flash of the cursed spirit as it leaves, dashing away.

You wonder if it heard the heartbeat too.

However, you have no time to think about it. The scene in front of you ir horrific. Zen'In's old man is completely burned. Nanami seems to be half burned, probably having managed to protect himself at the very last second, half of his body gruesomely burned while the other half seems fine.

Your eyes widen as he gets up, eyes dully scanning the scene, lingering on Maki, who seems in an even worse state, as she didn't have the cursed energy to protect herself.

" Nanami!"

" Heal Maki first."

You stop, pausing as you look at him.

" Nanami-"

" She needs your help more than I do. You're strong, Y/N. I don't know what your universe is like, but I hope things are not going along the same lines as here. heal Maki, Y/N. And when this is over, we will speak again."

He gives you a short, small smile, and then he's walking away. Blade in hand, half of his body in completely burned. You stare after him for a moment, before turning to Maki. She stirs. at least she's alive.

You rush over to her, uncapping one of your water skins. You immediately manipulate the water onto your hands, deciding to try something new as you manipulate the water to cover every inch of her body in a thin sheen, hoping it will help heal her sooner. Soon enough, your own hands press down on her gently, your reverse cursed technique doing it's job.

" Y/N..."

"Maki! I'm so glad you're alive."

You release a tense sigh.

Slowly but surely, Maki's body heals, though scars do remain.

" I'm sorry, I can't avoid the scars."

" It's okay. Thank you for healing me."

You nod at her, getting up. Admittedly, it took a lot of water and effort to heal her. You're more skilled in reverse cursed energy than regular cursed energy, but even you can't deny that healing a whole body is demanding of you.

She joins you, her eyes studying her new scars.

And then you feel it again. That ominous presence. It's heavy, demanding, and unmistakingly evil. It's faint, so thankfully it's far away. But it's still there.

" Y/N?, What is it?"

" A cursed presence, I think."

Maki's eyes widen, following your line of sight. What could that be?

" Do you think it could be Sukuna's?"

You send her a questioning look.

" Sukuna doesn't have any cursed energ- Oh, this universe's Sukuna."

It takes you a moment to realize.

Maki nods.

" Do you know what our universe Sukuna's like?"

" yeah, he's the king of curses right? His technique was slicing I've been told. And for some reason he's in Yuuji's body?- That part always got me a bit confused."

You move towards Naobito, intending to heal him, but Maki puts a hand on your shoulder.

" Don't heal him. He's not worth the effort, and you'll need the remaining resources of water you have."

You give her an uncertain glance, glancing down at the man who's laid out on the floor like a fry. Usually, you'd heal as many people as you could, but you happen to have heard already how horrible he is.

" He's treated you like shit your whole life, right?"

You don't turn to her as you ask the question. Maki raises a brow in surprise.

" Yes, why? "

You sigh, nodding as you turn to face her.

" In my universe, we're friends. I consider you my friend here too. I don't heal people who harm my friends."

You're smiling at her, and Maki smiles back at you.

" That's sweet. I think it's best if you go and find Yuuji. If Sukuna has truly manifested for whatever reason, we're in trouble. I'll go help out Megumi."

You nod at her.

" Okay. Stay safe."

The both of you turn the opposite direction after that. Maki jumps out of the broken window, while you walk deeper into the metro station. The first scene that greets you makes you gasp.

Two unfamiliar girls. One completely headless, her head body in a bowing position, and the other girl's body splayed across the ground, part of her head severed. You have no idea who these two are, but you still feel sorry for them. You have no idea who or what killed them. Glancing around, you notice a huge poster. Whatever fought here must have shattered the glass that held it, the material now loose.

Originally, you'd like for them both to lay side by side, under the poster you just found as a sign of respect. However, you're too afraid to touch them. A stupid unsettling feeling you have around dead bodies. Instead, you rip the poster in two, laying one part on each of them, wishing them to rest in peace.

You continue on your way, searching the halls for Yuuji.

Most of the metro station is empty, save for the rubble that's laying around.

Eventually, finally, you come across someone.

He reeks of cursed energy, making you wonder if he's really old or just special.

You cock your head, uncapping your leftover water skin.

" Hi."

He stills, now turning to look at you. His hands are holding his head, sweat covering his features. He's definitely distressed. Silently, you wonder about what.

His features are unique. He has dark eyes, surrounded by deep purple circles, like he's never slept before. His hair is tied up in two small ponytails, and on his face is a mark you could've sworn you've seen somewhere before.

" Are you okay?"

" Come any closer and I'll kill you!"

Sukuna grumbles in annoyance, turning around.

The sight is ominous, horrific. He's covered in blood. However, he has 2 eyes, is seemingly a bit taller and buffer than the Yuuji she knows.

" I'm done with useless fights. Two other sorcerers have already tried to kill me, and surprise, surprise, they failed."

Nobara's eyes narrow.

" Did you kill them?"

His voice is the same. It's slightly creepy. He sounds bothered, or perhaps annoyed.

" No. I'm not a murderer."

Nobara lowers her weapon, fixing him with a look.

" You're from Y/N's universe."

Sukuna's eyes widen. Finally, he calms down.

" Universe? You mean that this is a different one? "

Was that what Inumaki senpai was trying to tell him?

Nobara nods.

" Boy, do you have a lot to catch up on. But first, how did you come here?"

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biteofcherry · 1 year ago

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Okay, I lied. It's me again! 🫠🤤🥵

Since Kindergarten Teacher!Ari Levinson got paired up with a nice Aunt to a cute niece, what kind of pairings would the following have in that same Kindergarten School? How would they meet up and how would they hook up?

1) Administration Officer!Lloyd Hansen - He's also in-charge of the Secretaries, Nurses, Receptionist, etc.

2) Maintenance Coordinator!Curtis Everett - He's in-charge of the Bus Drivers/Supervisors, Utilities, Security Guards, etc.

3) Principal!Steve Rogers - He's in-charge of Academics and Administration

4) Accountant!Bucky Barnes - crunching numbers

5) Public Relations Officer!Ransom Drysdale - includes Marketing

6) CEO/KG Consultant!Andy Barber - He's the head honcho

7) Kindergarten Teacher!Nick Fowler

I don't know if you're aware, but I've been naming you evil goblin Anon. Turns out the goblin is occasionally a softie, who doesn't only want to see me suffer 😜

In reference to kindergarten teacher Ari.

Under the cut because my reply turned out long. Also some of these are fucking hilarious 😂 really, better not be drinking when you read it, especially Lloyd and Nick 🤣

Lloyd - of course he's in charge of all the secretaries, receptionists and nurses, I bet he has a different one for every day of the week (weekends included) 😎 He likes to undo buttons on women's clothes, but loves to push buttons even more. And what a better opportunity than meeting with an OSHA inspector! In reality, Lloyd makes sure everything is perfect when it comes to regulations, nothing needs to be improved, but he just loves the faces you make when he plays a careless asshole. His smirk when you stare at him, unsure if he was joking or being serious about leaving some wires for the kids to play with. At the end of inspection Lloyd makes a comment that usually after being poked and probed at the doctor's he gets a lollipop, but what you'll give him instead after your probing 🤣 Lloyd instantly knows he hit the jackpot with you, when he said in a low tone "I've never violated OSHA regulations at work, but I can violate you a bit later, if you want me to, Sunshine" and you moaned.

Curtis - Your catering company is newly hired to prepare meals for the kids of that kindergarten. The staff can also get the meals, but you've noticed Curtis never joins others at the time of meal. You've made some inquiries, if perhaps his meal wasn't paid in advance, but it turned out it was, he just ate it much much later (apparently after everyone was gone). So one day, after helping out dishing out all the food to hungry kiddos and the staff, you take Curtis' portion and go around looking for him. You find him in the far corner of the playground, sitting in the sun and eating a small sandwich. Turns out, Curtis avoids shared meals, because he's aware the kids are a bit scared of him (he's big, dressed in dark clothes which often get dirty from all the maintenance work he does, and has some visible scars). So he eats alone and later takes his catering portion back home. Somehow, since that day, you end up sharing lunch with Curtis. And one day he asks, if you'd maybe like to also eat dinner with him. In a restaurant.

Steve - gets me, because I said so 😏 Seriously, tho. Steve ends up with a doctor/nurse. It's a completely outside of kindergarten meeting, however it's because of the kindergarten. Steve ends up in your ER after getting into a fight with one of the fathers (it was a complete mess, Andy almost went completely gray because of it). When he tells you he got into a fight you almost roll your eyes, because you're so done with aggressive men. But then he mentions he punched a kid's father after learning he was abusing his kids. And he didn't care if he was going to lose his job, he doesn't tolerate any bullies, but especially ones hurting children. It wasn't a part of medical treatment, but you were ready to suck his dick right then and there. Instead, you offered him lunch (and went down on him afterwards...)

Bucky - he's a nerdy, focused, hot as fuck cutie who ends up with a fellow cute, nerdy accountant. You managed to get into kindergarten's accountant on internship, though they usually hire only Bucky. He's half your colleague, half mentor and 100% the hero of your needy dreams. There's occasional flirting, but Bucky won't cross the line as long as you're an intern. So you spend your working hours being dutiful, but also talking over your passions or new discoveries, or funny stories. You kinda meet Bucky's sister, because she tends to call at least once a week and he just puts her on speaker - which led to you occasionally joining their conversations. Then in the evening you lie in bed and get yourself off, imagining Bucky. Then your internship ends and it's almost heartbreaking that you won't get to see him daily. Bucky asks if you'd like to do a small send-away, which ends up just the two of you in a nice restaurant and then a stroll and ice cream, and then you losing count of your orgasms.

Ransom - I never even thought kindergartens have PR officers. If it's a private one then I get it, I guess. But I don't think Steve would run a private one, so we just going to assume Ransom does marketing for them as an annoying favor (while also having his main job for a different company). Still, pro-bono or not, Ransom is adamant on maintaining his level of professionalism, which means his level of snobbish. You're a single mom who is very engaged and critical. Steve doesn't have to rein Ransom in, because you're there, marching into his office with complaints about making the new website of the affordable kindergarten look as if it was for upper class only. There are a few other occasions when you clash with him, until the annual kids' photoshoot comes. You're ready to argue with Ransom again, expecting him to organize some snobbish royal type of stiff photoshoot, but instead it's a carefree, happy chaos at a mini zoo. And Ransom is there in simple jeans and softest looking sweater, holding a fucking baby goat. You bluntly propose him sex, because you really really felt like fucking him. What starts as a few hot booty calls turns into something more serious.

Andy - poor Andy needs someone to help him survive this kindergarten from hell that he's running. The kids are great, but his staff is causing him gray hair 😂 You meet Andy when you write your dissertation and set up a meeting with him to talk about economics in educational systems. During your interview Andy notices that while you ask very smart questions, you seem bored by it all. It's quite unprofessional, but you admit to him that you chase your degree, because you always thought you want to make a big career. But the last few years, especially since you've been visiting some kindergartens when doing research, you've found yourself longing after that - having kids, caring for them and for a household. You blurt out to Andy that you get so very excited about doing decorations and baking for the holidays and if you could that would be your daily reality. It hits a certain spark in Andy's housewife kink, but he simply comments that you can always make that dream come true after getting your degree. He also asks you to give him a call when your paper is finished. And you actually do. You're so proud and happy (including being happy that it's over), then Andy invites you to dinner. Few months later you end up married and pregnant and happy to stay at home.

Nick - first of all, when I thought of Nick as a teacher the only thing that came to my mind was:

🤣🤣🤣

seriously, I bet he's the one teaching kids about secondary locations

So I went with that thought. Nick is a teacher, but not of one group of kids. He's hired to do safety drills and teach how to call an ambulance, or what to do if you know something bad is happening to another kid. He's also there when groups go on trips. But he occasionally can be too cool about it, aka too brusque. Kids love it, but you - a fellow teacher - try to keep him in line. At a kindergarten's funfair, where Nick helps kiddos throw balls to dunk principal Rogers, you eat too much funnel cake (well, you tell yourself later it's because of all the sugar) and drag Nick into an empty classroom for a quickie (insert a joke about taking him to a secondary location🤣)

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maislovebot · 1 year ago

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Top 10 bsd characters oral scenarios: Saigiku Jouno

Here’s the Jouno chapter! This one’s one of my personal favorites I’ve made:)

Contains: afab reader, no pronouns, silly sub Jouno, reader switches between being mean and nice, mainly nice tho, 69, reader calls him ‘Sai’, kinda brat taming but not really, implied orgasm denial

You sighed at Jouno, showing visible disappointment. “You’re being awfully bratty.” Jouno glanced up at you from his spot on the bed, and crossed his arms.

“Well I’m not that used to this. You’d normally be crying and begging by now.”

You shook your head, “well, you agreed to this. Any last minute thoughts?” Was he really just not the experimental type?

Jouno shook his head rather violently, “no, of course not. I’m just not used to this.”

“Don’t worry, we can go at your pace.” You comforted him.

At this moment in time, Jouno and you had decided to switch things up, typically, Jouno would be unlawfully mean to you in bed, but you were choosing to put him in his place. It honestly took a lot of convincing, but he seems strangely on board with the whole thing. Almost like he’s enjoying it more than you are.

It was honestly quite cute, seeing Jouno, the most intimidating member of the Hunting Dogs acting like some petty brat instead of a man who could honestly end anyone if he so pleased.

That still didn’t change the fact that his attitude was making things insanely difficult. He was borderline refusing everything, even though he knew he was going to be the one getting the most out of this in the end. You were originally planning on just pleasing him the entire time, but perhaps a change in pace is in order? Maybe that’ll get him to help him learn to stop being a brat.

You could tell he was nervous, you could tell he was scared to be in a vulnerable position, and you decided that above all else he should be comfortable.

“Here, Sai.” You said in a tone of voice that was much softer than before. You brought your forehead down to his, straddling him in the process.

“You can trust me. Do you think you can trust me?” You questioned, looking at him. You had noticed his hair was slightly disheveled, and you could tell his breathing was a little labored.

“Of course, this is just really new.”

“I know, and I want to help you get more comfortable. Do you have any requests? Maybe we could start out with something you’re more used to.”

Jouno nodded, and reached down to grab your hips, urging you to move yourself up.

“Ah.” You could tell what he was implying, and moved yourself up. You were already undressed from the waist down, only sitting in your shirt at this point, so you were already ready.

You chucked a little, and Jouno hummed in confusion.

“You know, I was considering doing this earlier to shut you up, but I guess you beat me to it.”

Jouno sighed playfully, and had finally pulled you up all the way, so you were now hovering above his face.

He would never confess to this, but he loved when you sat on his face more than anything, he struggled to put it into words, but he truly loved how you practically enveloped his senses, how he could taste you so miraculously, and smell your arousal just as much. It got him going. That’s why he picked this position to help him relax, he simply loved it so much. It could effortlessly get him to stop worrying.

He grabbed your thighs even tighter, his nails digging into them and brought you down to his awaiting mouth. He playfully brought his tongue out of his mouth, licking and kissing your outer lips, licking up your precum, denying any attention towards your clit. You knew what he was doing. He seemed to have forgotten that things were on your terms this time around, so you moved your hand back and gave a light slap to his inner thigh, making him wince a little.

“You should know better than that by now. Don’t forget who’s in char—ge h-here..” you were trying to sound like an enforcer, but you ended up losing your bite as Jouno finally gave a small kitten lick to your clit. It felt good. Really good. You ground into his face just a little, desperate for him to do it again, but he wouldn’t budge, and though you couldn’t see his face, knowing him, he was probably smiling with that cocky face of his. Not knowing what to do, you decided to give him something that would egg him on. You reached your hand out and teased the tip of his dick with your finger, spreading the precum that was there along his slit. He instantly bucked his hips up, crying out a little. Then, to get him to do what you wanted, you simply pulled away.

“Keep going and I’ll keep going too. Maybe I’ll even give you head.” He nodded as much as he could from under you, and licked your clit, before moving his lips around the bud and sucking on it.

You bucked your hips and attempted to regain your composure enough to speak, although it was difficult considering how wonderfully he was treating you.

“Good— ah— good job.”

Jouno kept vigorously sucking at your clit, and you decided to give him what he wanted. You jerked him off just a little bit more, moving your hand a little at a time. Still keeping him on edge. Wanting more. You were simultaneously grinding into his face, chasing your climax when he moved his fingers up to your hole and prodded at your entrance briefly before pushing two of his fingers inside, with that you jerked your hips a bit, and that was what made you decide to reward him.

You moved your face down towards his length, licking the tip before bringing your mouth around it, hollowing your cheeks. This made Jouno jump a little, and buck his hips again. You struggled to keep him in your mouth as he continued sucking on your clit, considering how badly you were trembling, but you managed.

He moved his lips and instead licked a stripe along your pussy before diving his tongue into your hole, making you jerk yourself down onto him. You ended up letting go of his cock for a split second, before remembering what you had promised and bringing yourself back down. In order to help more, you ran what you couldn’t take in your mouth with your hands, practically caressing him, which made him cry out and whine. As he kept eating you out like he was starved, you could feel a familiar warmth pooling in your lower stomach, giving a coil type of sensation.

“I—I’m clo—se..!” You tried to whine out, removing your mouth from him momentarily. Jouno hummed, implying he was close as well.

You licked along his tip just one more time, before he came undone, and trembled as a result. His cum was dripping down his own dick, with small amounts landing on your cheeks. You brought a hand up and moved it from your cheeks to your mouth, moving yourself back up, putting more weight on him again.

“You can do it.. come on..” you said, grinding yourself down on his face even more. You finally came all over his face, crying out just one last time, twitching a little. You looked up and saw Jouno bucking his hips again, and before you knew it he came yet again, and you laughed, lifting yourself off of his face.

“Did you really come again ?” Jouno moved his pointer finger over your lips as you laid down on top of him.

“ Don’t mention it. I was already sensitive, and, and..”

“ And what ?” You questioned.

Jouno shook his head.

“..and you cumming all over my face was super hot..”

You audibly laughed, and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“Are you ready now, Sai?” You questioned.

Jouno sighed, “I think so.”

“Well that’s not very convincing.” You teased.

“ Yes . I’m ready.”

You hopped off of him, and smiled. “Perfect!”

Jouno sat up and you straddled him.

“I think it’s pretty naughty that you came twice, yeah? So why don’t you let me tease you for a minute, till you learn your lesson?”

Jouno tensed. This was going to be a long, long night.

Wc - 1.3k

I’m not sure when the next chapter will be done, but I’m writing a minimum of 0.5k words a day so expect some Fyodor filth soon!

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l-in-the-light · 3 months ago

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Thanks for your long answer 🥰🙏. I do agree with your thoughts. How about a drunk Law? Would he get more touchy after some glasses? 🤔

Ah, the classic "drunk character" question. Sure, I will accept the challenge!

I think it's implied he kinda likes to drink. It's also pretty clear it's not that difficult to provoke him into reckless behaviour like a drinking competition and as a result of it he could get drunk. I think normally he wouldn't try to actually get drunk, he would stop drinking before that happens, because despite being reckless he's also rather responsible. But he's also stubborn and doesn't back out of the challenge, as long as someone drags him into it. Which means he would drink only with people who know him well enough to know how to provoke him. Which creates a very fun scenario, actually.

What type of a drunk would he be? Sad one? Oversharing one? Or him getting drunk means his brakes are off? Personally I would love the last option. Finally, after we get Law drunk, he's honest like a newborn baby, teasing people openly, even trolling around more than he normally does (and we do know he likes to troll). Let's say he's drinking with the Strawhats, some of them would have sooo much fun with his drunken state (for example, Franky cheering him on with "Tell us more bro!"), Zoro probably filling up his glass over and over again because he won't admit it but finds it as amusing. Usopp would have fun at first but the more Law's boundaries just dissolve he realizes he didn't want to know some stuff and now he can't unhear it anymore and it stops being so funny to him. Luffy probably is the first one to pass out tho lol. The last people standing would be Nami as we know her alcohol tolerance is unusually high and those that actually didn't drink that much.

I wonder if drunk Law would be more brave to initiate the touch by himself. Traumas usually are so annoying exactly because there's no easy fix to them, they will haunt us wherever we go and whatever we do, and alcohol can help "get your mind out of it" but it might as well just backfire. Alcohol still wouldn't change the reality: his fear responses will still work, but people around wouldn't understand why Law is shivering or having troubles breathing and would probably assume he's just too drunk. I doubt he would admit about this to anyone, in his mind that's his weakness, a vulnerability so easy to take advantage of, he doesn't want to tell anyone about it unless he has literally no choice (and even then I suspect he would try to avoid it).

If someone wraps an arm around him, like Zoro did in post-Dressrosa feast, I guess he would react very visibly annoyed or straightforwardly angry, but if the touch prolongs he might actually want it to happen again. He would perhaps show it with his lingering stares. Alcohol might also make his reactions slower and his trauma response to kick in with slower reflex too, I could imagine that being a very disorienting feeling. I also think he could have a stupid amount of silly thoughts about wanting to touch Luffy, more so than when he's not drunk, which means he would resent it in hindsight and avoid getting drunk again lol. It would be so embarassing for everyone to see Law reaching out to touch Luffy only to barely brush his skin and giving up quickly. And then a longer while after he slams his hand on Luffy's arm, just to prove to everyone he's not so pathetic, but then he can't calm down for an hour afterwards so he regrets it insanely fast. Oh boy, he would be so much fun, wouldn't he.

The next day he wouldn't admit he remembers all the embarrassing things from the night before, blaming it on the alcohol ofc. Why not take the easiest way out when it presents itself, after all. But he remembers everything or almost everything.

But the day he opens up and talks about his fears would be a big deal and personally I think it would be disappointing if it happened because Law just got himself drunk. He deserves full acceptance without the alcohol involved in the equation. Also I hope with enough trust and time he can actually at least get a bit better at touching people, but traumas that run so deep are probably not gonna ever leave completely. Even if at some point in the future he gets alright with some chosen few people touching him (if it's not too much or not on the head), he would still get triggered when strangers would try to touch him or in certain type of scenarios.

I guess life is hard and complicated for Law. I would love to see him get some progress on healing.

#one piece #trafalgar law #lawlu #if you squint #I hope you enjoyed your answer anon <3 #sorry it was a bit late!#Law and friendships #ask #Law with strawhats

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unityrain24 · 11 months ago

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anyways was thinking of a thor ragnarok rewrite last night as sleep refused to take me. obviously it can't be exactly like actual ragnarok bc marvel/mcu's norse stuff is..nothing like actual norse lore but i figured it could still have some more similarities than what the actual movie did.

(also if i were to rewrite the movie this isn't actually what id do, this was just. idk. what i was thinkin about as i was desperate to actually falll asleep).

anyways i figured this rewrite would actually work best if it rewrote the end of tdw first- loki gets stabbed by kruse and passes out for a while (rather than being able to pick himself back up in secret like what actually happened) and in that time odin senses that loki isn't dead and sends some guards to collect him. since loki technically broke the law *again* (committed treason, escaped jail, etc), he can enforce even more punishment, especially now that frigga is dead and she can't do anything about it. That, combined with some prophecy from midgard (or maybe asgard, idk) as an excuse added justifying reason, he sentences loki to the worst thing he can think up: to be bound against a rock with a snake dripping venom on him, his lips sewn shut so he can never lie again, forced to be in his jotun form, for all of eternity. In the deepest dungeon.

Thor obviously doesn't know about any of this, because he thinks loki dead.

so loki is taken, bound to a rock (idk if it's really work to have him bound with organs tho, since he doesn't have children in the mcu. maybe it's his..pet's? or maybe just chain. idk.), a snake coiled above him, seiðr bound, lips sewn shut, and his æsir form taken. He is completely alone, save the guards outside the chamber.

i don't really ship logyn in the mcu, (bc she doesn't exist in the mcu and their relationship feels to me like it would span for several centuries prior, so just randomly introducing her in one movie would seem strange to me), but i follow some people who do, so i wondered how i could incorporate that anyways, and make it not seem too strange.

Sigyn is one of the guards who has a shift guarding loki's chambers. She feels awful about it though, and eventually decides she has to do something to help. She ventures into the chamber and decides to catch the dripping venom with her helmet.

She also tries to cut the stitches from lokis lips, but when one string is cut, it doubles and repierces the skin, now twice the strength. She tries again, cutting them all at once this time (rather than individually), and grabs them all at once and pulls them out before they can multiply and repair themselves (luckily this time it works). She almost regrets it, though, as now she has to hear loki scream himself hoarse, and she can't do anything else to ease the pain.

she stays for several weeks/months/idk, holding the helmet above loki, having to empty it every so often. Perhaps she gets to know loki in this time, perhaps she doesn't. Perhaps she notices a certain brand on his shoulder, perhaps she does not. Perhaps she knew loki vaguely before, and now muses to herself what could have possibly changed him. Perhaps she didn't know him before, and doesn't muse. I don't know. But eventually she decides she needs to find and tell thor.

as hard as it is, she leaves loki to suffer alone (she tries to see if she can leave the helmet or fashion some contraption to make sure the poison cannot get in his eyes, but she cannot). After some searching and asking, she finds the mourning sullen prince thor and tells him what has occurred. Thor, now filled with joy, rage, guilt, horror, and sadness, breaks loki out with sigyn.

Loki is a mess. He has gone blind- whether temporarily or permanently is unknown- and has visible burns from the acid venom. His hairs a mess and his skin sweaty and thin. You can see his rib cage with how thin he's become. He wasn't allowed much clothes at the start of his punishment, but what few he had have been burned by the venom as well. He can't walk. He's barely conscious, and what little bit he is is just filled with delirium. They basically have to carry him.

They hide away from asgard (or at least the palace). And then ragnarok gets unleashed and they have to fix it etc and in the end they realize that it wasn't literally loki's being freed that incited ragnarok, but it was necessary for him to be freed so they could help stop/fix it/lessen the damage etc idk i was pretty tired at this point i wasn't thinking of details. anyways

idk if that made any sense lol but i'll tag the logyn people i follow/was thinking of

@therese-lokidottir @jonquilclegane @cosmic0artist

#did this make sense #is this anything #unityrain.txt #logyn #sigyn #mcu sigyn #loki #mcu loki #tr loki #ragnarok loki #thor ragnarok #thor ragnarok criticism #fic #fanfic #fic idea #movie rewrite #thor ragnarok rewrite

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moonspirit · 2 months ago

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How would Annie being pregnant/ Aruani becoming parents effect their work?

I mean travelling will be made harder, and often when u are further along in pregnancy u are advised to avoid longer periods of travel.

Will Annie stop meetings all together? Or at least when she is pregnant? Or will she carry on.

What about the Ambassador formal wear, their current attire won’t work with a bump, so they will have to go shopping for maternity clothes.

How will they deal with meetings or galas? (I can imagine some people at them trying to touch Annie’s stomach and her getting really annoyed and grossed out)

What about after the kid is born? Will they cut down their work load. Who will look after the kid as they go on trips or will she come with them.

Aghhh so many questions

Ahahahaa anon, you're on a roll!

(is this intel for a pregnancy fic xD)

Hmmm I reckon it'd be somewhat of a serious affair, yes. I'm not sure I see Armin taking things very lightly, maybe he'd actually oppose the idea of Annie travelling around and working as usual - but also she insists she'll die of boredom if she doesn't do anything and would hate the idea of literally everybody working except her. So he begrudgingly accepts it (tho he knows Annie can beat up anybody in any state, he's just worried about her being stressed and tired y'know). I think for the most part they'll come to a middle ground, although maybe closer to the due date, Armin will convince Annie to remain at rest.

Suits are going to be a real bother, yes! Once her bump grows, Annie wears ✨pretty flowy loose dresses✨ and Armin is visibly DELIGHTED because here's his beautiful wife in a very easy-access dress and ALSO she's beautiful, did I mention? Tho at home when even dresses are bothersome, she's probably in a camisole and stretchy shorts or pants and well, that is also a kind of heaven 😏

On the proximity front, I think both Aruani would be really protective about the baby bump! Annie's not letting anybody other than the Ambassadors, Levi & Co, and the Paradis family (Mikasa, Hitch, Historia) to touch her, oh no. And Armin's always super concerned over strangers getting close, because y'know - they're important people, dangers are always lurking close.

After the baby's born I see them struggling to find a work-life balance honestly, perhaps even failing to find one for a decent while at all. It's not going to be easy to manage a growing baby while juggling a diplomat's lifestyle. Potential for angst and fluff and "I'm-on-Papa/Mama-duty-right-now" Ambassador shenanigans!

#askies #aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhart #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aruannie #aot #armin x annie

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signoraviolettavalery · 1 year ago

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I got stuck in the rain today, and consequently ended up with some vampire!Bojan scenes that are frankly too long and important to stick in a non-searchable chat so y'all are in luck today :) :)

(also psst I have no idea how tattoos actually work so I made up some utter nonsense please disregard my lack of medical knowledge, I'm sure @touchyourblood will correct me shortly tho)

This is all a while into their marriage, once Bojan has found out the extent of the abuse Jan has been through and Jan has started healing and figuring out that all the things he's been told and taught and internalized are....wrong.

It's a hot day and Jan stretches out and fans himself, complaining a little about the heat.

"You can go swimming," Bojan suggests. "I don't know if you know, but there's a lovely lake through the woods behind our castle."

"But....people will see my body," he protests.

"Do you not want them to see your body?" Bojan asks gently.

Jan needs a moment to think about that. Gaspar had always put him on display, in every way, and he hated being stared at. And he would be looked at, he'd be recognized as Bojan's husband. On the other hand, it's been years, and Bojan has never shown him off. Perhaps he'd be fine with it. But although he doesn't know the answer to that question, he does know that there's a more pressing issue.

"I don't know," he admits. "But what about - do you want them to see my body?" Isn't it Bojan's to show off? He can't imagine going by himself, stripping off his clothes, letting everyone look without Bojan beside him, an everpresent reminder of who Jan belongs to.

Bojan looks at him in that way he has, when Jan says something that reveals just how different his understanding of things is from Bojan's.

"Oh Jan," he says, in that gentle voice he always uses whenever that happens. He closes the distance between them, puts hands on his shoulders. They're at the point now where Jan feels comfortable with Bojan's touch, welcomes it, even. He knows Bojan won't hurt him or violate his boundaries. It took him a long, long time to believe that, but he does now, and it's exhilarating to be able to find comfort in touch. "You can show as much of your body as you'd like or as little. Go swimming if you want. It's your choice. It's not mine."

It's what Jan has been slowly learning for years now.

He does go swimming. He does get stared at - they know whose husband he is - especially when he takes off his shirt and bares his body. But no one says anything. If he's here, by himself, exposing him in this way, he must have permission. A hunter bride would never forsake their duty so much as to disobey in such a blatant and public way, would never shame themselves and their family.

But they do stare. At his body, pristine and perfect (Gaspar had been so careful to never leave a permanent mark, for all his violence). The fading bite on his neck. He tries to ignore their stares, and once he's in the water, he forgets all about them, reveling in the coollnes of it, diving down, splashing around. Feeling a little like a child again. and then, lying down in the sunshine to dry off with a book, listening to the peaceful calling of birds.

.....

Jan discovers Bojan has a tattoo. Perhaps sometime when they're lying together, talking, exchanging gentle touches, but there's nothing sexual there. Not yet. They haven't even seen each other naked yet, Bojan always feeding by carefully drawing aside Jan's collar. But it's hot, and he's wearing short-shorts, and his thigh is very, very visible.

"I've always wanted a tattoo," Jan admits.

Bojan doesn't ask why he didn't get one. They both know. His body wasn't his; it had been kept pristine for eighteen years in order to be given to someone else. A perfect blank slate.

"Do you still want one?" he asks.

"Yeah," he admits. "But I know I can't," he adds, so that Bojan doesn't think he doesn't know his place.

"Why not?" Bojan asks softly. Patiently.

"Because - " the words almost spill out so easily. Because his body belongs to Bojan. Because it's Bojan's choice. Because Bojan owns him. But as soon as he thinks it, he remembers what Bojan has been so patiently reiterating, and he's been so slowly learning.

"I don't own you," Bojan reiterates, once he's seen the comprehension in Jan's eyes. "Gaspar was wrong to believe otherwise, and wrong to make you believe it too."

"It wasn't just Gaspar," Jan says quietly. "My upbringing - we're trained, you know." He's never told Bojan much about that part. "Brought up to be the perfect bride. They teach us to obey, and to serve, and they instill in us that we all but belong to our husband."

"Well, they're all wrong," Bojan says. "A marriage is a contract, a vow, a promise. It's not ownership. If you want a tattoo, you should get a tattoo. And," he adds, "if you need my permission, you have it."

Jan loves him all the more for that last part. Because he's been slowly learning this lesson, that his body is his and Bojan doesn't own him, but it's a frightening, terrifying fact to stare at head-on sometimes, one that makes him feel helpless and unmoored. He feels paralyzed by it. But Bojan's permission - even if it's permission to do whatever he wants to do - is like a comforting touch in the darkness.

Bojan accompanies him to the tattoo parlor. Jan could have managed on his own, he suspects, but it's comforting to have Bojan there, not to mention it gets rid of a lot of difficulties and questions such as "did your husband give you permission?" that he'd inevitably be asked otherwise.

"My husband would like a tattoo," he informs them at the parlor, and they don't ask beyond that. They don't ask whether it's really Jan who wants the tattoo, and Bojan is indulging him, or if it's really Bojan's desire. They merely nod and say "of course, my lord. Right this way."

He takes off his shirt. He's aware of the gazes on him, and he thought he'd hate them more, but he doesn't. With Bojan's presence here, he feels calm.

"Tell them what you want," Bojan encourages. And though the artist is startled that Jan seems to be the one doing the deciding here, they don't dare say anything. Perhaps they think he's being an indulgent husband and Jan has pleased him enough to merit such indulgence?

He tries not to think about it and simply explains how he'd like a hummingbird, bright and colorful, over his ribs, on the left side, its needlelike beak pointing to his heart.

The artist busies himself making a sketch, while the man who seems like the owner turns to them with a serious expression.

"We can do what you desire, but you should know the task is...more complicated when the subject is a hunter."

"Complicated how?" Bojan asks.

"A tattoo is an injury to the body. Without the injury, the mark would not be permanent. And hunters are ...more durable. They heal faster, more easily," the man explains, facing Bojan more than Jan. "The process therefore requires magic, to slow the healing, to make the image permanent. It also increases the level of pain," he adds, seemingly an afterthought for Bojan to consider.

"I see," Bojan says. "And I assume you can work this magic?"

"Our artist can," the man assures him. "Should you desire it."

Bojan tactfully doesn't correct him as to whose desire is involved here. He merely looks at Jan questioningly.

Jan simply nods at him. Whatever pain they speak off, he has no doubt it will be negligible compared to what Gaspar put him through regularly.

And, when they take the needle to his skin, it really is....well, not negligible, but. It is far from the worst he'd endured.

Gaspar had always loved his cries, his screams, his pain, so he'd learned not to hold them back. To let them fall from his lips, though the irony was, the more Gaspar put him through, the more used he became to pain, the more it required to draw cries from him. And Gaspar could always tell if he was faking. So now, with the fine needle stabbing his skin, he winces slightly, but it's far from drawing any sort of cry from him. It's quite easy, in fact, to lie back and let his mind wander.

Bojan sits by him, playing with his hair and twining their fingers together. He finds he enjoys the comforting touch, and then Bojan distracts him, starts telling him the story behind his own tattoo, and before he knows it, it's over. They're finished, with instructions on how to care for it - again given to Bojan rather than Jan.

#vampire!bojan #tattoos #can you tell I want a tattoo

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lemurzsquad · 9 months ago

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Music to Owl Ears (Ch 1)

Ch 1: Jogging Laps

Pairing: Bokuto x musician fem!reader

Summary: After being knocked over, your morning is hijacked by the pair of students responsible, and your mind is jogging laps trying to figure out one question: What in the world just happened?

A/N: I have once again been dragged along by my own story, I have no control of what happens lol

In all seriousness tho, I was not expecting some of this stuff to happen right off the bat, but we're going with it. Also, this is NOT going to be a love triangle---Akaashi is a very important character, but I am not adding him to the romance problems TvT he just got a surprising amount of attention this chapter

I hope you enjoy!! And please read the prologue if you haven't! (It's essentially the actual Ch 1 lol)

Word count: 1510

cw: overthinking, some jealousy, rambling

"Bold for English"

"Not bold for Japanese"

- Masterlist -

< Prologue | Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break >

Your first day of school turned out… interesting, to say the least. Chaotic may have been a better word—maybe hectic. Or perhaps unexpected and eventful were more accurate. Confusing? Not quite, save for the lingering question of how you got to this point in the back of your mind.

You found yourself at your assigned desk, running through English synonyms for your experiences that day and trying to think of Japanese synonyms in the process. Your teacher was running through class expectations for the year that you only vaguely listened to but never fully locked your attention on. It wasn't intentional; your mind was simply jogging laps to process what had happened that morning.

You recalled the course of events once more, attempting to grasp some sort of understanding of the question that ran through your head over and over: What in the world just happened?

After you had been pulled to your feet, eyes wide and taken aback, you finally got a good look at the person who you assumed had knocked you over—and you could immediately tell how that happened. He towered over you, still holding on and moving you around slightly to inspect for any signs of injury. From the way he had picked you up with such ease, you gathered he was pretty well built under his partially disheveled uniform. His hair was two-toned in black and silver and slicked back into what you would describe as spiky owl ears—the thought almost made you chuckle, but you kept it to yourself.

You glanced over to the left in the direction of his friend. His stature was not quite as tall or nearly as visibly brawny, and he was much more put together. He gave you a very brief look of sympathy and apology that you barely caught before your eyes turned back.

The one still holding you by the shoulders finally spoke a coherent, complete sentence that wasn't some broken variation of “Are you okay? I'm so sorry!” When he deduced you had not sustained any wounds due to his carelessness, he said, “I'm so stupid, I'm sorry. Glad you're not hurt, though!” He gave you a grin, one that was somewhere between sheepish, apologetic, and lighthearted.

“I told you, you should have been paying attention,” his black-haired friend interjected dryly. “You might want to let her go, though.”

Something seemed to click beneath his owl ears that reminded him he was still clinging to you. He pulled his hands back finally, chuckling as he scratched the back of his head. You smiled and sniffled whatever remains of your previous tears were left.

“It's no worries,” you reassured. “I should have been paying attention, too, but I didn't know where I was going.”

“Oh, are you new? A transfer student, maybe?” The shorter of the two asked while his companion went to pick up your bag and hand it back to you.

“Was it that obvious?” You joked, brushing off the remaining dust, pebbles, and strays bits of grass from your uniform. You tried your best to straighten out your outfit—the first uniform you'd ever had to wear to school before—before slinging your bag back over your shoulder and across your body.

The one to the left tilted his head slightly, replying, “Well, you were speaking English earlier, so I just took a guess.”

“And you have a strong accent,” his friend interrupted. He grinned brightly and held out his hand, unexpectedly blurting out, “I'm Bokuto Koutarou, by the way!”

You probably would have shook his hand if you didn't get distracted by your own thoughts. “Bokuto's your… surname, right? Last name, first name, I think. Sorry, I haven't met many people since I got here even though it's been a couple weeks,” you rambled. “Also, sorry if I get anything wrong, I'm kind of new to this whole ‘being in Japan’ thing.” You gesture with your hands as you speak, using your fingers as quotation marks near the end.

Bokuto laughed lightheartedly, and his friend almost joined him. “Don't worry, you are doing okay,” he said—to your surprise—in English. It was a bit stiff, but you could understand it just fine—it was about as good as your Japanese. You turned to him, the faucet of your thoughts running out of your mouth quickly closed, and your jaw hung open. “My name is Akaashi Keiji. You can just call me Akaashi,” he added.

For some reason, his words seemed to hit you right in the chest. Maybe it was because he went through the effort to say them in your own language, or maybe it was because you were still emotional and unsure of how living in Japan would go. A couple of subtle deep breaths were enough to stop the tears threatening to well.

“My name is Y/n– I mean, L/n Y/n,” you replied, making sure to correct yourself. “Please just call me Y/n, I'd feel weird being called by my last name.” You held out your hand with a hopeful smile, shaking their hands in turn. I have no idea why I just did that, you thought in reference to the handshake. That felt way too formal.

You shook your head softly at your own thoughts before continuing, “It's nice to meet you, Akaashi and… Bokuto.” You took a guess in calling him that, not entirely sure which name to use. You were already uncertain if you were being impolite, but the wide grin you got in return told you it was fine.

The whole situation went by in a blur to the point you almost had to ignore your own awkwardness, finding yourself just trying to form sentences. It somehow made you both anxious and relieved by having to focus solely on the conversation. There was no time to think about how or why the conversation was happening in the first place.

You briefly pulled out your phone, and your heart leapt in your chest when you saw the time. School would be starting in seven minutes. “Oh no, I have no idea how to get to class—” You looked between Bokuto and Akaashi, the panic of unfamiliarity rising in you once again.

When you asked if they knew the way when you mentioned your class, Bokuto piped up, “That's on the way to my class! You should totally come with me, I can show you where it is!” Before you could give any sort of answer, grabbed you by the arm and started to almost race into the building.

You had just enough time to wave at Akaashi and for him to see the flustered, stunned look on your face. He shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets and heading to class at a much more leisurely pace—he didn't bother trying to catch up. He had the sneaking suspicion that this year was about to be a very entertaining one.

Bokuto had dragged you a good while before you had managed to get him to slow down, saying you couldn't tell where you were going and needed to commit it to memory. Eventually, you had made it to your class. You found it odd that the classroom was just open with no teacher inside. You had glanced around, confused, but didn't bother asking about it.

In the time it took to get to where you needed to go, it was evident that Bokuto was fairly popular. He had loudly greeted people along the way with a shining smile and enthusiastic waves.

A feeling started to eat away at you—a guilty emotion that brewed of envy, discomfort, and something else you couldn't quite place. You were grateful that he had shown you around, but a nagging in your mind told you it was just to make up for his first impression. And seeing him so carefree and able to talk to people so casually made you infinitely more aware of your standing. The realization that he may have been that comfortable due to years of enrollment at the school didn't make you feel any better.

You now sat at the back of the class, running through the busy morning once more. You wondered mindlessly if you would ever run into Akaashi and Bokuto again as you listened to your teacher. You hadn't greeted anyone or introduced yourself; you knew you should have if you wanted to make friends, but the thought alone made you start to feel nervous.

It was too early to be coming to the conclusion that, in reality, you knew you weren't going to go out of your way to make friends, but you couldn't help it.

The bell that signaled lunch rang just out of your current sphere of focus.

And just as you started to get fully immersed into your spiraling reasoning and excuses, jogging laps in your mind with an ever-increasing speed, a voice pierced through your protective, self-destructive bubble, loud and clear.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!! Y/N!”

It would seem that you didn't have a choice on that friendship front.

Thank you for reading!! <333

- Masterlist -

< Prologue | Ch 1: Jogging Laps | Ch 2: Lunch Break >

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sippinggossip · 2 months ago

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"Wait but why do we think ethan fucked up w gaia tho 👀 someone spill tea on E and gaia plssss (info anon? <3)"

Here I am, always happy to respond! xxx

Some fans first noticed that Ethan seemed very cosy with Gaia back in late August 2021 when the band was in Russia.

Keep in mind that about 2 weeks before that he was on vacation with Angelica and Gaia already worked with them back then so it's likely there was an overlap between the 2.

Late November, paparazzi photos of Ethan and Gaia appear on an Italian magazine. They aren't kissing but it's just the two of them, clearly on a date, and in one of the photos Ethan is caressing her stomach.

Those photos must have been a trigger of sorts for Angelica who then posts several stories on her Instagram the same day heavily implying that Ethan cheated on her with Gaia.

Most fans assume he's dating Gaia now but well...less than a month after those photos with Gaia, another set of pap photos drop this time with Laura...And they're much more romantic, he's kissing her in most of them.

Fans track Laura online and notice Ethan had been liking her posts since October. Also that in October/November she had posted an after sex photo of Ethan in which his chest was full of scratches (The face wasn't visible but part of his hair was). She deleted that post quickly after fans discovered it.

Gaia isn't happy about the situation and for about a month after she keeps reposting shady quotes, she too implying Ethan is a cheater. She didn't really work again with må after that and according to her she quit because she found a better paying job in Amsterdam. The timing is interesting though for sure.

In conclusion, I can't know if Ethan actually fucked up or these women misunderstood the nature of their relationship. But, like I've said before in this blog, this is a pattern with women around Ethan (seemingly thinking of their relationship as more serious than he does) and if something has happened with at least 3 (as far as I know of) women, can it still be a coincidence? Or perhaps Ethan isn't making his intentions clear enough and unintentionally leads them on?

It's been a couple of years since all that though so hopefully now with Cydney he's doing things better and they're both on the same page about what their relationship is.

Thank you!

#måneskin gossip #ethan #gaia grassi #cydney moore #laura alfonsi castelli

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deathkiiss · 3 months ago

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. ✧ . * . ⌜ nicholas galitzine, 24, cis male, he/him / young and beautiful by lana del rey + the subtle hiss of a snake that is heard but not seen, mocking whispers that are relentless enough to cause madness, and an appetite that will never be sated ⌟ high greetings to DAERON JACAERYS VELARYON, the PRINCE of WESTEROS, also known as THE FANGLESS FOX, THE DRAGON'S PET. though they can be a bit SPOILED &SELFISH, those closest to them will tell you they’re AMBITIOUS & INTELLIGENT. perhaps that’s why they’ve placed their loyalties with HOUSE VELARYON. and are IN FAVOR OF the coronation of a high king. may the gods have mercy on their soul.

stats.

name: daeron jacaerys velaryon

monikers: the fangless fox, the dragon's pet

gender: cis male

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: pansexual

age: 24

notable features: a scar under his left eye, striking purple eyes, and a stripe of snow white hair against dark brown locks

bio.

(i'm going to flesh this out more but for now this is a messy rough draft of bullet points)

the first born of velaryon triplets, some would say he pushed his sisters out of the way to achieve that fact

he is as spoiled and entitled as any prince can be

he's entitled enough to believe that he is the man that is truly deserving of the crown (even tho he has no battle prowess to speak of) above his father and even his elder brother

he is only supportive of his father's coronation so that he can more easily steal the most powerful crown for himself

while he is useless in hand to hand combat and barely skilled with a sword, his keen mind for strategy and politics still makes him a threat that cannot be ignored

despite that, he can be charming but is still known as a weakling among his fellow royals who are trained in combat

the only reason he does not have more challengers is because of the imposing and protective figure of his dragon

he had an egg placed with him as a baby and it hatched soon after he turned one but had little interest in the young prince

he stayed distant from his dragon until he was nearing his eighth birthday

an accident happened involving his dragon, and daeron had a feeling he would be doing himself a disservice if he did not save his dragon no matter how disloyal the creature had previously been

the act of saving the creatures life indebted it to him and also earned him the scar that is still visible under his left eye, it is also likely that it is the only act of bravery in service of another that he will show in his entire life

since then his dragon has acted as a bodyguard to him and is severely protective of the selfish prince in a way that most people do not understand when they first meet him

his dragon is known as poison mouth (partly due to a mix of emerald green and dark black scales) and is one of the largest if not the largest known dragon (some joke the dragon's size matches the prince's ego), so he is rarely seen side by side with the prince but it is well known he is never more than a whistle away

surprisingly, or maybe not, is a less talked about rumor that the prince is known to fall head over heels for any pretty face but that is a dangerous trait since his father is know to strike down the lovers of his children he does not approve of

more tba...

#regis.intro #intro; daeron

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naometry · 6 months ago

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Hell yeah two stars thank you calm!!

Predictable as I am, both scenes are from Knight of Pentacles, King of Spades. This ended up a little too big so I'm putting it under the cut.

⭐️ - Chapter 9

I have three favorite scenes, and this is one of them. Perhaps it's the favorite. I don't know. What matters is how I am really proud of how it came out, of Shido's mannerisms, Akira's defiance and, of course, Goro's horror—and, at a later date, him confessing he feels jealous of how it's Shido's brand on Akira's back. It's the equivalent of Knight's interrogation room. Anyway, what I want to talk about is how this entire scene was supposed to be wildly different. At first, the idea was for Goro to be more than happy to bear the shit out of Akira and break a few of his ribs. The moment the entire thing ended and Goro dragged Akira to his room they were going to have a really wild night of hate sex and more or less make up. Then I watched Hannibal. This scene awakened something and I just. Had to do something of my own like this. It was a need. Therefore, I wrote this scene. A fun fact: I'm not sure if this changed or not, as it has been a few years since I was last involved with farming work but Brazilian laws dictated you need to brand your cattle. The placement options are: shoulder, hind legs, or face. Branding Akira's face felt too much, his ass a little tasteless so between his shoulder blades sounded perfect. Marie's castle in Tactica gave me SO much validation btw. I also really like Goro's progression here, and how this is his turning point. It's a very, very rude awakening. He goes from his father's ruthless living weapon, reveling in battle and bloodshed (mostly because he isn't entirely sure of how to separate feels good from this hurts and I like to fight, I don't like to kill.) I just think character progress and development are very neat! In case you don't know what scene I'm talking about, here you go:

I think I already said this a million times but I think this particular post by Maggie Stiefvater pretty much defines my creation process. It's stealing the energy of things I like, scenes that left big impressions on me, or even events other creators constructed that I want to make my own version of. I really like the idea of Goro not coming out of the engine room unscathed so it seemed like a great opportunity to put it in practice. I took inspiration from many, many places for this scene so here are some of them:

Dimitri Alexandre Blayddid

I lost count of how many times I mixed Goro fanart with Dimitri fanart (and vice-versa) This fanart made my brain go BRRRRRR at such high frequency I immediately knew how I wanted to write Knight's climax.

The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian (2008)

As you might have guessed, I'm a bookworm. For you to understand how much, I first read the Narnia Chronicles I was around...9? 10? I read them before the movies came out. Goro and Shido's duel was inspired by two things: Goro's canonical need to prove himself and humiliate Shido publicly and Peter vs Miraz. Now, in the books their duel isn't nearly as well written nor as well choreographed as the movie one is so it was kinda whatever but the movie. Oooh the movie. At the tender age of 12 it was simply wild to me that a defeated enemy who already yielded could commit treachery. I mean, it wasn't Miraz himself who did but still. Wild. Wild, I'm telling you.

This is the scene I am talking about. I couldn't find it in English tho. Sorry about that.

Dragons of Autumn Twilight: The Dragonlance Chronicles by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman

"What remained of Riverwind no longer resembled anything human. The man's flesh had been seared from his body. The white of bone was clearly visible where skin and muscle had melted from his arms. His eyes ran like jelly down the fleshless, cadaverous cheeks. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream. His ribcage lay exposed, hunks of flesh and charred cloth clinging to the bones. But-most horrible-

the flesh on his torso had been burned away, leaving the organs exposed, pulsing red in the garish red moonlight."

I first read this collection when I was around...12? 13? Maybe 14? and this scene left SUCH a big impression on me I still think about it years later. The description is so wildly visceral that it still inspires how I write violence to this day (and probably will continue to do so many years after. I really wanted to write something that not only evoked the same sensations but also remained faithful to the imagery it created in my mind. I hope I succeeded. (I also did a lot of research on what it happens when you puncture an eye, by the way!)

Chronicles of the Emerged World trilogy by Licia Troisi

Now, this one is a little more broad than the others. I really like Licia Troisi's books. Her worldbuilding is impeccable, her characters are amazing and her plots are always very solid. Peak, honestly. Anyway, there's a character named Ido who loses his eye in a horrific battle and he simply does not recover. I mean, he does but it isn't like...boom, eyepatch be upon thee and you have a badass scar and some sexy eyepatch now. He goes through a long, long, long recovery period and it's amazing to read. I enjoyed his journey and character arc a lot. I wrote Goro losing his eye also thinking about how I wanted Vexed to go: Goro needs a long way to recover and I wanted to challenge myself to write something out of my comfort zone. A disabled character sounded like a great way to do it. I spent much more time pouring over hospital websites, medicine books that might or might not have been pirated, blogs and reddit posts to have not only the (superficial, admittedly, but better than nothing) knowledge of how to write and how people truly feel and live recovering from losing an eye.

And I think that's it!!! Once again thank you very much for the two stars!!

#Uh #It seems that someone Tumblr ate the original ask??? Am I the only one who can't see it or...?#sorry :(#Tumblr fumbled this one hard it seems because the og ask isn't in my inbox either

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