#‘how amusing’ ‘impressive’ he says while looking bored out of his mind

[melljam]

funniest gangism phenomenon is when characters lose their opponent so they end up just standing around and spectating an ongoing fight (while giving five star commentary!!!)

[f444wning]

Group Project

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝑒? 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈.⋆₊ ⊹.

Pairing: Modern!AegonxReader

Warnings: 18+, just smut, smut and more smut, spanking, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), p in v, Sunfyre is now a dog, not proofread.

Word count: 3,365

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing something like this so please be gentle!! Feedback is welcome as I might write for our favorite one-eyed prince next.

Description: You’re college students, and you and Aegon have the hots for each other.

“Welcome, everyone, to English 110. I know it is our first day, but we are going to jump straight into our class syllabus…” The teacher spoke, an older, slightly chubby man with glasses in a brown plaid suit. Tapping your fuzzy pen on your desk quietly, you thought about how glad you were that you all were not subjected to another ‘let’s go across the room and say our names and a random fact about ourselves’ cliche. It got old back in high school, and you’re entirely too shy for it. Most wouldn’t know that fact just by looking at you, you were objectively gorgeous (so you’ve been told) and most people’s first impressions of you were that of a party girl and not the nerdy introvert that you actually are.

While you listened to him speak about the upcoming assignments already, your eyes slowly scanned the room. It was one of those stadium-esq classrooms with long rounded tables and about 25-30 other students, all unfamiliar faces. Your mind started to wonder a bit as you got bored of listening to your teacher drone on. You were a good student, but being so focused on academics all the time could be boring. All work and no play, they say.

Everyone was watching the teacher or writing notes on due dates, so you took the chance to get a quick look at your new classmates. However, you nearly jumped out of your skin when your eyes landed on a particular violet set of another, watching you back and making you wonder how long he had been doing so. ‘He is incredibly handsome’ is your first thought after getting over your initial shock. He sent you a cheeky smile, which you returned in amusement before you both turned back to the teacher. The rest of the class was uneventful, with you going back to focusing on what the teacher was speaking about.

As you walked through the door of your apartment, you tossed your bookbag on the floor and smiled as you bent down to pet your dog, a sweet golden retriever named “Sunfyre.” His tail was wagging happily while he licked your hand, causing you to giggle. Living on your own and away from family and friends could get lonely but coming home to such an adorable companion made it easier. When you were done playing with your four-legged companion, you went off to take a hot shower and hopped onto your bed to contemplate your first day at college.

The entire day, whether you wanted to admit it or not, today’s incident with your cute classmate kept replaying in the back of your mind and you couldn’t help but blush thinking about it. His eyes on you made you feel like he was looking into your very soul and you wondered how he could possess such abilities. Shaking your head, and out of your thoughts, you stood up to get your bag so you could get started on your long night of studying, silently cursing yourself for choosing such a prestigious school to go to as it meant a heavy workload.

The next few weeks were uneventful, with the occasional wordless glances and smiles sent back and forth between you and Aegon (you learned his name is thanks to the teacher addressing him a few times). You kept on top of your studies but were dying for some human interaction outside of that godforsaken school. It was hard to make friends with everyone so swamped with work already and those occasional glances weren’t enough for you anymore.

You walked into class and sat in your usual seat, looking over at Aegon and breathing a soft sigh of relief when you saw his mop of white hair. Sadly, it was the only thing getting you through things lately as it seemed. You just hoped he noticed when he would walk out behind you that your skirts got a little shorter and shorter with each class, until it almost reached the limit of being too obscene for the setting. Just because you were shy doesn’t mean you couldn’t find ways to flirt.

“Today I will be assigning partners for our next assignment, I want you all to collaborate with a partner on contrasting argumentative essays. You will both choose a topic to talk about and represent opposing opinions on the matter.” Suddenly, you were anxious. You hated group projects, with your partner/s never seeming to pull their weight and having general disdain about forced interactions with people you don’t care much for. Your eyes widened a little when the teacher read you and your partner’s names aloud, your anxiety somehow both quenched and set aflame at once.

“…. Y/n you will be working with Aegon….” You could not help but smile, you couldn’t have hoped for a better outcome. When class ended, Aegon made his way over to you as you packed up your things. “So, I heard that we’re partners.” he said, standing above you, clearly amused. You looked up at him to see his smile as cheeky as ever, bringing one to your face, as usual it seems. “Ah how strange,” you reached your hand out and he gently shook it “I heard the same.” You stood up out of your chair, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “May I get the name of my new partner? You know, for research purposes.” He said, earning a small laugh from you. “My name’s y/n, nice to meet you.” You both started walking out of class and into the halls, with most people already trickled out of the room. “Hmm,” He hummed, seeming pleased to finally have a name to your face “well hello y/n, mine’s Aegon. I guess we should figure out how we’re going to go about this whole… thing.” He motioned vaguely with his hands. “Oh yes of course. We should probably get together to discuss topics and whatnot. Did you have a place in mind?” You said, quickly adding “Anywhere but here, please. I can’t take anymore extra time in this place.” It was his turn to laugh. “A girl of my own heart. I couldn’t agree more. So, your place?” As you reached the gates of the school you turned to him, blushing. You were assuming you both would work on the project somewhere public but the idea of being alone with him made your heart race a little. “Does my partner not have a home of his own?” You teased. “He most definitely does, however his is also infested with a nosy little brother. He’s afraid it won’t bode well with the studies.” He said dramatically. You jokingly sighed. “Alright, well then, I guess mine it is. I’ll see you later tonight?” clasping your hands together you added, “I want to get a head start.” “You’re twisting my arm here!” he said with fake exasperation and pretends to think deeply, “I guess I could see if I can free up my schedule.” “7’oclock it is.” You smiled. As you both turned and started to walk away you swear you could hear him say under his breath something along the lines of “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You spent the next few hours after class showering and tidying up. You weren’t messy but you were nervous and needed to spend that energy somewhere. While you were cleaning you got a call from your best friend back home, going over how the both of you have been since you left town. You couldn’t help but mention your charming new English partner. She was excited for you but warned, “No babies until you graduate!” to which you rolled your eyes. “Nothing is going to happen. I doubt he even thinks of me that way.” You said, stopping playing with a happy Sunfyre. She was not very convinced, and you weren’t so sure you were either.

American Dad played on the TV as you sat curled up on the couch in your athletic shorts and a tee. You figured you might as well be comfortable if you were going to have to work all night. You had set out some paper and things on the coffee table in hopes it would make the process easier. Suddenly, there was a light tapping on your door. Your heart skipped a beat and you jumped up to answer, knowing exactly who it was. Aegon stood at the door, holding a brown paper bag.

“Well that was fast. Did you miss me or something?” He said. You scoffed.

“Miss you for what? And what’s that?” You asked, gesturing to the bag as you let him inside.

“Sheesh, tough crowd.” He set the bag down on an empty space on the coffee table, “My mother taught me to never go to someone’s house without a gift. It’s a little something from my favorite bakery.”

“You didn’t strike me as someone with much of a sweet tooth.” You peeked into the bag and saw 4 red velvet cupcakes, nicely packaged with a bow.

“These are my favorite kind!”

“I definitely knew that.”

You laughed and smacked his arm lightly. “I’m sure you did.”

At the sounds of you and Aegon talking, Sunfyre woke up from his nap in your room and came bounding out with his tail wagging at the sound of a new friend. Aegon looked over and beamed at the pup.

"And who is this cutie?!" He exclaimed, leaning down to pet him. You smiled, watching them.

"That's Sunfyre, only the best boy in all the realm."

"Incredible. Reminds me of my childhood dog." He said as he stood up and Sunfyre retreated back into your room to finish his nap.

You gestured to the couch, turning the TV down. “You can sit anywhere.”

“I love this show. We should watch it together sometime.” He spoke behind you.

You turned to raise an eyebrow at him, but you saw him sat there on your couch, leaned back with his legs spread apart, making you want to walk over and straddle him right there. Or lay across his lap and let him do as he pleases. You quickly looked away as he looked at you with a faint smirk, as if knowing your thoughts. You cleared your throat and sat down next to him, maybe a little too close, and started going over the assignment.

Both of you worked on it for some time, enjoying each other’s company and you were appreciating his occasional comedic relief that made something mundane so much more interesting. That was, until he “accidentally” grazed his hand against your exposed thigh while reaching to grab a pen off of the table, making your breath hitch. You glanced at him, hoping he wouldn’t notice, but once again, those violet eyes were looking into yours, this time something darker in them. You suddenly noticed how little you were wearing, and unbeknownst to you Aegon noticed how it perfectly hugged every curve of your body since you answered the door.

“Are you alright, y/n?” He said quietly, leaning in closer, brows furrowing in mock concern.

Between his closeness, the eye contact and the way he spoke only made keeping your composure harder. He was clearly onto you.

"I'm fine," you replied unconvincingly. "I must just be getting tired."

"Well we can't have that, we have more work to do..."

“…unless you’d like to take a break?” Aegon suggested, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

You laughed nervously, your heart beating faster. “A break sounds nice,” you agreed, trying to sound casual.

Aegon leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head. “So, y/n, tell me more about yourself. Besides being a top student, what do you like to do for fun?”

You shrugged, fiddling with the hem of your shorts. “I like reading, watching shows, and spending time with Sunfyre. Nothing too exciting.”

He smiled. “I find that hard to believe. You must have some hidden talents or hobbies.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “What about you, Aegon? What do you do when you’re not charming your classmates?”

He chuckled. “Oh, you know, the usual. Playing guitar, hanging out with friends, trying out new places to eat. And apparently, getting assigned to group projects with beautiful girls.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his compliment. “Well, you seem to be handling it well.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Maybe because I’m in good company.”

The air between you seemed to thicken, the playful banter once again giving way to something more intense. You could feel the pull between you, the unspoken attraction growing stronger.

“Do you want to continue working on the project, or…?” you asked, your voice trailing off as you met his gaze.

“Or…?” he echoed, his eyes locked onto yours.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. You found yourself speechless in the moment, but it turned out that you didn't need to say anything more as Aegon finally leaned in and captured your lips with his in a soft, sweet kiss. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. You relaxed into his body as he started to run his hands up and down your sides, slowly lifting up your shirt as he slid his tongue across your bottom lip. He lifted you onto his lap carefully, refusing to break the kiss as your tongues intertwined. He lifted your shirt up to expose your bare chest, thankful that you didn't bother wearing a bra.

He broke away to place kisses down your neck as you slowly grinded against him, feeling the hardness of his cock against you, making him hiss in return. He made his way down your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and rubbing the other with his thumb. You moaned quietly, looking down at him through your lashes. Your body felt like it was on fire, the tension built making it unbearable. His other hand moved down to squeeze your ass as he pulled away to look at you.

"You don't know how badly I've been dying to do this. Those short skirts..." He trailed off as he his tongue licked a long trail up your throat, ending in another kiss.

"I did that just for you." You replied breathlessly.

"I know. You've been such a bad girl..." He said, slapping your ass and making you whimper. "Such a pretty one at that."

You tugged at his shirt, the need to feel his skin on yours becoming too strong. He helped you pull it off, exposing his muscular chest. You ran your hand across it as he pulled at your shorts. You lifted yourself up as he tugged them off of you. He chuckled.

"No panties either?" licking his lips as his eyes and hands wondered all over your body, wanting to take you in as much as possible. A dark look suddenly appeared on his face.

"Lay across my lap, love." You looked at him curiously but followed his instruction. As you were sprawled over his lap you looked down at the floor, thinking about what could come next in anticipation. Before you could finish that thought, a hard smack landed across your ass. You gasped as a stinging sensation ran over the area.

"You know what happens to teases, right? They must be spanked."

You pressed your thighs together, needing the friction to ease the throbbing between your legs. After a few more good smacks against your bottom, he helped you back up and removed his pants and boxers before laying you down on the couch. His hands caressed your inner thighs gently, slowly making their way up to your core.

"Aeg, please..." You whined. He swears he's never seen anything more perfect laying beneath him like this, begging him for more.

"You sound so sweet like this, love." He said as he moved his head between your legs, his hot breath against your cunt sending shivers down your spine. "What a pretty cunt this is as well. So wet..."

You couldn't hold back anymore as Aegon pushed your thighs apart and he licked a long stripe along your cunt. You moaned loudly, not caring if your neighbors complained. This was everything you needed and more and nothing was going to stop it. He expertly lapped your juices up with his tongue, groaning at the taste of you. He truly ate you as if it was his last meal. When he added a finger and mercilessly curled it into your sweet spot you saw stars, throwing your head back in pleasure. The whole time his eyes were looking up at you, admiring every sound and face you made. Your release came swiftly, desperately gripping the couch as your mouth opened into a silent scream.

Both of you were breathing heavily as he came back up to kiss you, the taste of you on his lips and his chin wet from your slick.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." He grinned, and you couldn't help but smile back as you panted.

"I can't wait to see how you taste as well, Aeg." You slid your hand down to his cock, gently stroking it and making him groan against your chest where his head rested.

"I'd love nothing more than that. Next time."

You were about to question what he meant by next time but him rubbing his cock against your folds clouded your mind.

"Right now, I need to be inside of you." He was gazing into your eyes, looking for a form of approval. You bit your lip in pleasure at his actions and nodded.

"Please fuck me Aegon."

With that, he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and slowly eased into you, filling you deliciously. It felt like you were stuffed to the brim. A high-pitched moan released from your mouth as he looked down to watch his cock moving in and out of you at a teasingly slow pace, both of you savoring every inch.

"You feel even better than I imagined." He groaned, "How did I get so lucky?" He stopped watching his movements to kiss you. An overwhelming sense of pleasure was building inside you left you wanting more from him.

"More, Aeg. Fuck me h-harder." You said, looking up at him. You didn't have to tell him twice, as he pushed your legs together and up against your chest, allowing him to dig deeper as he sped up his pace. You gasped, getting what you asked for and more.

"F-fuck..." You started rambling nonsense, delirious as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. You felt your sweet release coming after a few minutes of his relentless thrusts. When your walls tightened around him, Aegon let out a moan as he felt his coming as well.

"Cum for me, love. Let me feel it." He panted.

With a few more thrusts he felt your walls constrict on him as you came. He followed close behind, hissing as he hesitantly pulled out of you to release on your stomach. You both tried to catch your breath as he moved to stand up, a satisfied grin creeping onto his face. You threw your shirt at him, laughing at his unseriousness as he went to fetch a rag to clean you off with.

As he was wiping himself off of your stomach he chuckled "So much for finishing that project tonight, huh?"

You shook your head, too tired to even think about it anymore. He tossed the rag to the side and picked you up off the couch and carried you into your bed. Sunfyre was still sleeping in his own bed in the corner and for a moment you wonder how he seemed to sleep through all of that. Aegon laid next to you as you rested your head on his chest, sighing at the comfort you felt. As he stroked your hair you lulled into a restful slumber. One you much needed for class again tomorrow. Before completely succumbing to sleep you mused to yourself that you should really thank your professor.

[halsteadlover]

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

*Gifs and pic not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Hi i saw your post 'exam buddies' and it gave me and idea of Jay gets grazed by a bullet or something and while he's getting checked out he is flirting with the doctor who he has had a crush on for a while and she does to so she denies him and says how unprofessional it would be but while she is talking he walks closer to her and starts undressing her while teasing her and saying "yes so unprofessional" of not that's fine love your work.

• Warnings: curse words, making out (hehe), mention of wounds, and I don’t know what else let me know if I missed any lol.

• Word count: 3604.

• A/N: when he gets stabbed just to see you 😍😍😍. Need me a man like Jay frfr. I hope you’ll like this one I really had fun writing it. Comment, reblog and leave a like if you want, it’d mean the world. Thank you so much for your support sending lots of love to all of you xx

“Halstead, third time in a month, that’s a record even for you.”

An amused expression appeared on your face as you entered the room of the patient you were supposed to see, who turned out to be no one other than Jay Halstead. He was lying on the bed, his back resting on the raised headboard and a bored expression on his face which however disappeared as soon as he saw you enter.

“Oh yeah I couldn't wait to see you, Dr. Sunshine,” he replied, letting his eyes wander unscrupulously along your uniform-covered figure, before returning them to your face and giving you a full on smile.

This was a nickname Jay had given you since the first moment you met and since then he had never stopped calling you that. In fact, since that day he had noticed how you always had a smile on your lips, constantly, how nothing seemed to disturb you. You always had a happy and serene expression on your face and this was one of the things that most attracted him from the beginning.

The two of you had met some time ago when Jay had arrived at Med's to question a suspect who he had injured during a chase and who you had taken into care.

He remembered how impressed he was with you when he first saw you, he couldn't deny you were a beautiful woman. But it was the marked humor with which you addressed him and your sharp but nice jokes that truly mesmerized him. While you two talked in front of that helpless patient who did nothing but bring his eyes between you and the detective, Jay found himself being attracted more and more to you, feeling the ever-increasing desire to get to know you better.

After that exchange in front of the patient, you left Jay talking to the suspect and walked out of the room, winking at him before closing the door behind you and leaving Jay standing there looking like an idiot.

Needless to say, as soon as he finished questioning the suspect, he immediately turned to his brother with the aim of asking for information about you. He didn't know why but he wanted to know everything he could about you. He had looked for you so he could have the opportunity to talk to you again but you were already with another patient.

From that day you had never left Jay's mind or his thoughts.

He found himself going to Med's every time for all sorts of reasons, most of which involved having to say something to his brother who couldn't help but make fun of the detective. You obviously weren't stupid and there was no shortage of your comments regarding the fact there was a very different reason behind those visits to which Jay responded with some mischievous joke that made you blush from head to toe.

However, there was no shortage of visits either due to some injuries Jay got due to his job but that didn't stop him from shamelessly flirting with you even if he was on a hospital bed.

He loved this relationship that had been created between you, the flirting, teasing each other, and every opportunity was perfect to see you but he wanted more. He struggled to admit it to himself but he had a huge crush on you and the fact he couldn't read you and know what you were thinking was driving him crazy. He was getting tired of looking at you from afar, of hiding behind the flirty jokes, he wanted you.

You giggled and looked at him for a moment as you quickly examined his body for injuries. Or at least that's what you convinced yourself of. You were pretty good at hiding your feelings because to say that damn detective gave you goosebumps and set every cell in your body on fire was an understatement.

You sanitized your hands and put on a pair of clean gloves before approaching him, his eyes never leaving yours and just the way he looked at you made you shiver from head to toe and your knees tremble.

Focus Y/n, he’s a patient now.

“What did you do this time?” You asked and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“You're no fun dammit, always straight to the point.”

“You know me Halstead,” you replied. “So?”.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a little cut while chasing a suspect, no big deal.”

Your gaze fell on his abdomen, at the level of his left side where you noticed a copious stain of blood. “Well let me be the judge since I’m the doctor. Lift your shirt up.”

His lips lifted into a mischievous grin and you rolled your eyes knowing where his mind had immediately gone. “If you want to undress me just say so Dr. Sunshine, there's no need for these excuses.”

He took off his shirt and you tried with every fiber of your being to try to maintain a composed and professional expression, trying not to look his abs and not to focus on the heat that was spreading through your body.

You swallowed the lump in your throat but you couldn't help but admire that Greek God laying in front of you. “You didn't need to take off your shirt Halstead.” You said in an amused tone before pulling up a chair and sitting next to the bed.

“Well, you know I'm a self-centered bastard,” he retorted and you rolled your eyes again as you began to examine the wound. “Plus I love the way you’re struggling not to jump on me right now.”

You flicked your gaze into his eyes, not responding but maintaining eye contact as he looked at you as if he wanted to undress you right then and there. The heat spreading through your body intensified and rose to your cheeks and you struggled to say anything because, damn, he was just telling the truth.

“J-just, let me do my job Halstead,” you murmured and cursed yourself for the way you stuttered. You looked away and back to his wound and he chuckled, probably aware of the effect it had on you.

You examined his wound. It was a stab wound and luckily it wasn't very deep so it only required a bit of disinfection and a couple of stitches. You took what you needed and sat next to Jay again, who continued to watch and examine your movements with meticulous attention.

“I'll numb the area so I can stitch you,” you said in a firm, professional tone of voice but refusing to look at him. You couldn't do it, not when his eyes were enough to make you a babbling mess.

You tried to maintain all the concentration you possessed, failing miserably as Jay was laying there in front of you with his shirt off.

You couldn't help but let your gaze travel down his abdomen, along his hips, the V-line disappearing into his boxers you so much wanted to trace with your tongue, the line of his underwear that slightly protruded from his pants.

He was so fucking hot and you were about to be burned.

Your breathing quickened even though you tried to keep yourself composed but this didn't escape Jay, who didn't take his eyes off you for even a second.

He carefully scanned your profile and features, the way your eyelids and eyelashes fluttered, the way your cheeks were flushed and he knew it was because of him, the way you were trying to avoid him even if you were attracted to him like a magnet.

“You're so beautiful Y/n, you know that?” he murmured before he could stop himself.

You almost dropped the pliers you were holding, taken aback by his words. You giggled, keeping your expression as neutral as possible even though that short and simple phrase had thrown you into a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions and sensations.

“And you know I’m your doctor right?”.

“Mmh just for now,” he replied “As soon as you're done you won't be anymore.”

“You're actually one of my most loyal patients.” You gave him an amused look, a smirk on your lips as you continued to stitch his wound. “Like I said, you're breaking every record so no, you can't make those comments it's very unethical of you.”

There was nothing ethical about Jay's sinful thoughts about you, but he didn't let them out at the time.

He laughed, never taking his eyes off you. “Since we see each other so often we’re more than just doctor/patient now, I’d say I have every right to tell you’re beautiful.”

“Stop it.” You gave him a fake disappointed look even if you were internally giggling like a little girl. “Am I hurting you? You feel anything?” You also asked but the smug expression on his face and the smirk on his lips had given you the answer you needed.

He shook his head. “Come to a date with me.”

Your heart started beating wildly, more than it already was since the first moment you say Jay laying on that bed. “Is this a question or an order?”.

“You want to tell me no?”.

“Jay, I need to focus.”

“That's not a no though, so I have some hope.”

You laughed, at the tenacity and cheekiness he was showing and to mask the nervousness you were feeling, God, you didn't know how long you could last before giving in.

After about ten minutes you finished suturing his wound and placed gauze over it, recommending him to disinfect it and change the gauze at least twice a day even though he did nothing but flirt with you.

You stood up and removed your gloves before throwing them into the bin along with the dirty gauze you had used earlier and disinfected your hands.

You glanced at Jay, noticing he had sat up in bed, still wonderfully bare-chested. For the second time you found yourself running your eyes over his frame, his broad shoulders, his muscular arms and toned chest.

That man oozed sex from every pore of his body and you no longer knew what to do to resist him.

“Why are you this far? I don't bite, you know.” He said with a wicked smile on his lips, not even trying to mask the way he was eye-fucking you.

You rolled your eyes for the thousand time and crossed your arms over your chest, remaining firm in your position even if with difficulty. You felt as if there was some kind of force pushing you towards him and as the minutes passed you were less and less able to fight it.

“Don't you have to go back to work?”.

“Not until you give me an answer.”

“About what?”.

“About the date.”

“You didn’t ask me though.”

“Well will come to a date with me?”.

You tried to suppress a chuckle but didn't answer, keep losing yourself in those two emeralds that were his eyes.

You didn't have to hesitate like that, you didn't even have to think about it. You were a doctor, he was your patient and there was nothing more immoral.

But then why didn't you say no? Why were you actually thinking about that?

Jay stood up and walked over you noticing your silence, standing a step away from you.

Still shirtless.

God please have some mercy on me.

You raised your head slightly so you could look in his eyes given your height difference, the words dying in your throat every time you tried to say something.

It was undeniable there was an attraction between you two that in one way or another always pushed you towards each other. It was undeniable that man made you feel things you hadn't felt in a long time.

You didn't know what he had done to you, what kind of witchcraft he had practiced on you since there had never even been anything between you. Sure, you flirted with him too, he shamelessly hit on you and sometimes you didn't even know if he was serious or just because of the way your relationship had turned, but you couldn't get him out of your mind.

“You're thinking about it, aren't you? I know you want it,” he whispered, lifting a hand and stroking your hair, moving a strand behind your ear as his eyes continued to admire and analyze every little feature of your face.

You let your arms drop to your sides, dumbfounded as his fingers caressed your skin so lightly his touch seemed unnoticeable. But you felt it all, you felt his touch in every corner of your body.

Your breathing quickened as your eyes alternated between his and his mouth, without even being able to stop yourself.

“We can't,” you whispered back.

“Why not? We both want it, I know it and you know it too.” He wet his lips with his tongue. “And the way you're looking at me now, fuck… I'm fighting every fiber of my body not to throw you on this bed and have my way with you. You can't deny it Y/n, you can’t deny what's going on between us.”

Before you knew it, your hands were resting on his chest, his skin hot under your fingers and his breathing visibly quickening under your touch. “And who tells me it's not just the thrill of conquest? That once I say yes you won't just disappear?”.

His hands cupped your face, his lips so close to yours they kept brushing each other. “I’m planning to do so many things to you that a lifetime won't be enough Y/n, you're not just a conquest. I want you.”

His thumb traced the outline of your bottom lip and your breath hitched, almost making you pass out at his feet.

God Jay what are you doing to me?

“You really think every time I'm here it's to see Will? Don't get me wrong, I love my brother but do you seriously think I'm here almost every day just to see him? Do you seriously think I would randomly find myself at Molly's every night whenever you're there? Do you think I’d let myself get stabbed just to have another excuse to come here and see you?”.

You pulled away from him, hitting him in the chest in disbelief. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?! I hope you're kidding.”

“Do you see me laughing? I'm not fucking kidding. I could’ve easily overpower that piece of shit but you got into my head so much that at that moment I just thought I had the perfect excuse to see you and be close to you. That's how fucking insane you make me Y/n. Please just give me a chance, I want you so bad,” he spoke, not caring about how desperate he sounded.

Now that he had said it out loud he realized how crazy he really was. But did he care? Absolutely not. He just wanted you to accept to go to that date.

“And it's not just wanting to have sex with you. I mean, God yes, you turn me one so much I would fuck you on every floor and surface of this hospital… But I want everything, I want to know every single part of you, the good and the bad, I want you to be mine, I want you to know me and I want to be yours.”

You sighed in frustration, the temperature of the room rising a degree with each passing second. How were you supposed to push him away?

“Tell me you don't want me and I'm leaving right now and you'll never hear from me again. Tell me you don't feel like this thing between us is consuming you too... Tell me,” he continued, brushing his nose with yours.

“You're so unprofessional Jay,” you whispered, trying so hard to fight the urge to give in but, fuck, you didn't think it would be this hard.

“Yeah so unprofessional. Now answer me.”

You sighed. “Jay I…”

“God you're so stubborn Dr. Sunshine, you really want to torture me until the end? Have mercy on me at least now that I'm… Shit,” he stopped, holding his side where he had been stabbed and letting out a cry of pain.

“Jay! Hey, what's going on? Talk to me please.”

“Fuck it hurts.”

“Here, let me help you. Sit down so I can take another look at you. Everything will be fine.”

You helped him sit on the edge of the bed, worried and thinking of every possible scenario imaginable like an internal bleeding.

But when he instead surrounded your hips under your white coat and pulled you towards him, making you settle between his legs, you understood that asshole was just faking it.

“You piece of shit! You've got me worried sick!” You exclaimed, hitting his shoulder harder this time. You tried to pull away from him but his grip was too tight around your waist.

He laughed, a cocky look on his face that only made you want to punch him. “Look at you so worried about me. Just as I thought.”

“You thought about what? That you’re an asshole?”.

“Yes I am,” he replied amused, “But also that all this facade you want to put up, all this resistance is fake. That you want me as much as I want you, so why do you keep fighting it so much?”.

“Because it’s unprofessional, I'm a doctor and you're my patient. We can't.”

“Of course we can.” His hands tightened around your waist, moving up your hips, distracting you and making you forget what you even wanted to say. “Like I said. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me.”

You didn't answer, again.

You just looked at him and melted under his touch.

You didn't know what happened, it was like a switch had been turned on inside you.

All your rational thoughts and abilities left your mind as you grabbed his face and crashed your lips onto his.

You didn't want to resist anymore, especially since you weren’t strong enough. Let's be honest, it was a battle you already lost from the start.

You didn't want to live in fear of what might happen, hide behind the hypocrisy of 'unprofessionalism' because the truth was that you wanted that man more than anyone you had ever met in your life. The truth was, you couldn't look him in the eyes and tell him you didn't want him when just hearing his name made your heart beat wildly and your body lit up on fire.

Jay kissed you back, not even being able to explain how ardently and for how long he wanted that moment.

You parted your lips slightly and he immediately took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss which was becoming more and more passionate, borderline pornographic.

His hands rested on your stomach and moved up your abdomen, grazing your breasts before settling on your shoulders. He hesitated and you nodded during the kiss, giving him permission to take off your white coat which fell to the floor next to your feet.

His hands then trailed down back to your ass which he squeezed and groped without any shame as you threaded your fingers through his hair, sighing into his mouth at the sensation.

If at first there was a thread of doubt that left you perplexed, after finally feeling his lips against yours, their taste, you knew there would never be a return from that point. You were deeply and inexorably lost for Jay Halstead.

Your heart was pounding as your body continued to press against his, as if you were both trying to suck out each other's souls.

You bit his lower lip and a small moan escaped him which immediately made you press your legs to each other, your insides twist and goosebumps on your skin. He slapped your ass in response, a gesture that turned you on more than you would ever admit.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, pulling him towards you.

“I'll take this as a yes?” He whispered the moment you both broke apart panting as you tried to catch your breath.

He slid his hands down your back, up your ass, your thighs, touching and caressing every inch of your body he could reach.

“What do you think?” You replied, one eyebrow raised.

“I can't even think right now to be honest, all the blood has rushed to my dick. It actually hurts a little, can you kiss it better?”.

“You’d really love it wouldn’t you?”.

“Oh you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you kissing me better, especially my dick. This mouth of yours is haunting me princess.”

You chuckled – not mentioning how bad you wanted to do it – and he smiled back, feeling lighter, happier.

“Is tomorrow night okay?”.

“Tomorrow night? Are you kidding me? You really think I can last until tomorrow especially after you kissed me like that? No, there’s no chance. I want to see you tonight.”

“Oh Halstead, remember that patience is the virtue of the strong,” You smirked at him, caressing his shoulders. “See you tomorrow night detective.”

You gave him one last sweet kiss on the lips and picked up your white coat from the floor, then straightening out your wrinkled uniform. You winked at him before exiting the room, leaving him sitting on the edge of that bed with an erection in his pants he knew he’d struggle to keep at bay for the next twenty-four hours.

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bark like you want it !

ft. ryomen sukuna x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, pet play, true form sukuna, sexual slavery(?) sukuna has a harem p much, degradation, oral(m!recieving), double penetration, p in v, anal, creampie, objectification, size difference, biting, barking, almost soft sukuna for a second, sukuna is his own warning tbh

a/n: idk i'd bark for him.. feedback/rbs always appreciated, esp this one bcs... i felt like he was hard to write and would love any feedback on him :3 this is ONLY smut btw. not proofread.. sorry :/ jjk works now being uploaded to @puppykento

word count: 1.5k words

Sukuna's gaze flicks across the row of kneeling concubines, analysing each of their features to see which one would be most suitable for his needs tonight. As he walks alongside the row of undressed women, he stops occasionally to have a closer look at the ones that particularly interest him. His hands explore them, groping every inch of them before he's lost interest once more, skulking further down the line.

He looks at you curiously once he reaches you, all four eyes trained on your body. He kicks your knees wider apart with a foot, tilting his head.

"You aren't completely hopeless." He says as he examines you, his two lower arms keeping your legs spread as he squats down. One of his other four hands begins to roughly grope one of your tits while his final hand explores between your folds, his fingers gathering up the slick that's begun to drip from you.

“With me, pet.” He orders after a moment, giving you a slight squeeze before standing up. Pet. That was all he had ever addressed any of you as. He did not learn the names of those deemed lesser than him. Your name would never register in his mind - you'd remain another pet for him to use and discard once he was bored. You keep your gaze down as you follow after him, staying quiet. It was best to be obedient when captured by Sukuna - something you had learned after witnessing the many punishments he'd made women endure.

You hadn't been chosen before. You could feel yourself shaking slightly as you were led to his chambers. He sat on the bed with his legs spread, letting his robe fall open. Your eyes widen at the sight, a tremble developing in your hands. You'd heard the stories, but you thought them to be exaggerations.

Sukuna laughs at your reaction, clearly amused. “Impressive, are they not?” He muses, languidly stroking one of his large cocks, his eyes trained on your face. He thumbs over the leaky tip, his grin growing as he watches your gaze trail the movement.

“On your knees, pup.” He waits for you to comply before tugging you even closer by your collar - the only thing you were permitted to wear. He looks down at you, his eyes trailing your form. He slips one of his legs between your thighs, then pushes you down by your shoulder so you're practically seated on his ankle.

“Such a drippy cunt.” He teases, tapping the head of one of his cocks against your lips until you open up, pushing the head past the entrance of your mouth. “Go on, puppy. You look like a bitch in heat. Hump it and show me how badly you want your master.”

He laughs harder when you start to rub your pussy against his leg and desperately try to suck his cock. Your jaw is stretched to the limits to accommodate his girth, and all you can really do is suck on the tip.

“Is that the best you can do?” He grunts, pulling you off his cock with a look of dissatisfaction spreading across his features. “You're more of a dirty mutt than a pup, really. An entirely pathetic little thing. Can't even suck cock right. Are you sure you're one of mine? Usually I have a talent for picking sluts…”

He lets out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose like your very existence is an annoyance to him. He clicks his tongue, hoisting you up and onto the bed unceremoniously by your collar. “Not that it matters. A bitch is a bitch. They all take dick the same.”

He has your legs dangling off the edge of the bed, your ass in the air. He settles between your legs, spreading your folds with two thumbs. “Humans are such fragile things.” He murmurs, sounding like he's talking more to himself than he is addressing you. He fucks two fingers into your weeping hole, scissoring them open. “Need to make sure you can take me, little one.”

You hear him spit, a sudden wetness hitting your tighter hole that makes you flinch, your eyes widening. “Don't give me that look, pup. You have two perfectly good holes for my cocks. I'm going to use them.” He grunts, and then he's pushing a finger past the tight ring of muscle.

It takes a while to adjust, your chest heaving with heavy breaths as you grip the sheets beneath you. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a pathetic whine, your brows pinching together.

“Good dog.” He coos, doing his best to stretch you open. His patience wears thin after a few more moments, and he pulls his hands away from your body, stroking his cocks. “Want a treat, puppy?”

He grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head, shaking it up and down to mimic a nod. He grins at that, pinching one of your cheeks before he's rubbing the tip of one of his cocks up and down your folds, parting them before he presses his hips forward, filling you up inch by inch.

He bottoms out with a low groan, his hand lazily stroking his second cock as he focuses his eyes on you. “Such a fat pussy, pup. Sucks me in so good…”

He pulls out so just the tip is in, but he doesn't thrust back in like you expect. You make a noise of protest, arching your back and trying to push back against him. “Such a greedy fuckin’ dog. I told you you're taking both my dicks tonight, so be fuckin’ patient while I get it in. I've torn sluts in half before, and I'll do it again.”

Your heart beats faster at his threat, and you instantly still your movements. You feel the head of his cock nudging your ass, and it's not long before he's pushing forward, splitting both of your holes open on his cock. The pain of the stretch has your eyes watering. You feel like it's hard to suck in a breath, your body shaking as the air is fucked out of your lungs.

He's brutal. He doesn't give you a chance to adjust. This isn't for you, after all. You're his pet. His property. He pounds you into the mattress, pulling you harshly into his thrusts with his grip on your hips, using you like a fleshlight.

“Speak, pup.” He hisses through gritted teeth, yanking you back repeatedly as he fucks you on both of his cocks. The nails of his fingers dig harshly into the flesh of your hips, leaving marks in the skin.

“S'good, feels so-” You're cut off as he yanks your hair back painfully, making you yelp. Your body is folded in half, your back arched almost unnaturally as he drags the upper half of your body to be flush against his while he thrusts into you from behind.

“Stupid mutt.” He grunts out, one of his free hands grabbing at your stomach to pull you closer to him. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, biting down harshly. “Dogs don't talk. Try again.”

Heat creeps up your face and neck as you register his command, your heart dropping to your stomach. You bark once, as if just testing the waters. Clearly you've pleased him, cause he moans loudly in your ear and adjusts his hips so he's pounding relentlessly against that gummy spot that makes your stomach tighten up.

“Good… good fuckin’ pup. Just like that. Make some noise f’me.” His thrusts are slow and deep, knocking the air out of you each time he bottoms out. You bark again, and he speeds up, making you keen and arch into him further. You feel the coil tightening in your stomach, your mouth hanging open as he uses your cunt for his own pleasure.

A bark is forced from your lips every time his hips smack the fat of your ass. It isn't long before you cum, your eyes rolling back as you moan loudly, shaking in his grasp. Sukuna growls loudly at the feeling of you clenching around him, your walls fluttering around his cock while his other cock gets milked by your tight ass. He pins you to the mattress with his large frame as he forces his way balls deep into you, filling you with an inhuman quantity of cum.

He pulls out with a shuddering breath, cleaning himself off before slipping his robe back on. He watches your holes leak his cum with satisfaction, giving you a moment before addressing you again.

“Up, pet. Time to go.” He murmurs, patting your ass a few times. He seems to pause for a moment, his expression softening almost imperceptibly as he looks at you.

“I'll have someone run you a bath.” Is all he says before he waves you off, his eyes lingering only a moment too long.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Might've Walked Slower - Floyd

Author Notes: So, I was actually planning on posting a different fic today, but then the Stitch even came out today so I decided Floyd would get a fic posted today instead. I've actually had this written for a little bit, but it's been undergoing polishing and gathering dust in my google docs. I had fun writing and working on this one, though I have to admit it really doesn't have any specific source of inspiration beyond NRC having an old building and me wondering if there were secret passageways. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ sfw/ fluff/ flirtation

Word count: 1685

It started the same way a great many things at NRC seemed to start. With a task from Crowley.

To be fair, this task wasn’t particularly difficult or even that annoying. It was just returning some books to the school library for him.

The only trouble came in the form of a bored Floyd Leech, who was currently lurking in the library for unknown reasons. Luckily, Floyd had thus far opted to sit and boredly watch as you shelved books once he’d discovered your presence didn’t mean anything exciting.

But nothing could stay simple in NRC, and today served as still more evidence for that fact.

You’d simply put one hand down on a strangely empty shelf to support yourself while you stretched upwards to place a book on a still higher shelf. And that was when everything went horribly wrong.

You leaned forward ever so slightly more, frowning as you stretched just a little bit more, and all at once the shelf let out a horrible groaning sound and gave way. Your eyes widened, and you realized exactly what was going to happen.

You plummeted forward with a shriek that had Floyd jerking upright from his previously relaxed position of stretching his upper body across the top of a table, “Shrimpy?!”

His voice sounded equal parts startled and concerned, but you paid him little mind as you scrambled, catching yourself against a web-coated wall as you tumbled through where the bookshelf had just been. Your shoulder slamming hard against the cold stone in a way that promised you would have some impressive bruises tomorrow morning.

You groaned slightly as you pushed yourself back, your uninjured arm wrapping around your body so that you could press a hand to your now-throbbing shoulder. But all thoughts of how much that was going to hurt tomorrow fled as you stared at the gaping hole in the wall that was now in front of you.

You stared in quiet horror at the hole before your brain kicked into gear, noting that the edges of the opening were smooth and that this area had obviously been built this way to let the bookshelf swing open like a demented door to reveal the tunnel lined with sconces that hung on the filthy walls.

Though you’d initially thought you’d somehow caused the entire bookcase to topple, that was obviously not the case. Instead, it looked like you’d managed to somehow trigger a mechanism that had opened some sort of hidden door to a passageway that you were now standing in the entrance of.

“Shrimpy, are you…” Floyd trailed off from where he’d appeared behind you as he beheld the darkened path you’d uncovered.

Both of you stood in silence, staring down the stone tunnel whose walls bore unlit sconces before giving way into a deep darkness. You slowly stood as you continued to stare into the darkness from next to Floyd. Wondering what, exactly, this passage was and where it led.

“What have you found this time, Shrimpy?” Floyd’s amused voice snapped you out of your silent gaping, and you shot him a look only to find him staring into the darkness with sparkling eyes that spoke of an emotion that one should always be wary of if it were coming from Floyd. 

Excitement.

With a simple gesture that was not unlike snapping his fingers, magic shot out from where the young man stood, and flames began to flicker in the sconces as he stepped past you into the passageway. Before you could say anything, he’d already reached back and wrapped one hand around your wrist with a smooth rolling motion of his long fingers. 

“Floyd, wai-” You were cut off by him giving you a slight tug and pulling you into the tunnel-like space with him. He was already grinning in a way that told you that you were probably going to be stuck going with him no matter what you said.

“Come on~ it’ll be fun,” His eyes were alight, and the yellow one had a slight glow to it that reminded you of the deep-sea fish that used lights to tempt prey in closer. 

And, in some ways, it was tempting to check out the tunnel-like passage you’d discovered. After all, just finding it brought to light numerous questions. 

Were there more? What was it for? And how old was NRC anyway if it had hidden passageways like this?

You hesitated though, glancing back towards the library as your freehand fell away from your shoulder before Floyd’s sing-songy voice came from far closer than it had been before, telling you he’d stepped closer to you, “Don’t you wanna know where it leads~?”

You looked back towards him, finding that he had indeed stepped closer and was now looking at you, still holding onto your wrist and smiling in a way that told you he knew he was going to win. Because, unfortunately, you were curious about this hidden passage that you’d discovered.

“Just for a little while. I’m not spending all day and night exploring some creepy path with you,” Your tone was firm, but still drew a giggle from the tall young man who now turned to lead you down the path. His hand sliding down until your hands were interlocked.

“It's not creepy, just a little dark. Kind of like home,” You all but snorted at his utterly relaxed demeanor. Of course he wouldn’t find previously secret, web-encrusted tunnels lit only by widely spaced sconces creepy.

But then there was no telling what he was used to seeing from his time living under the sea. Creepy might be an everyday commodity for him. And he had said it was sort of like his home….

When you didn’t actually respond as you glanced around at your surroundings, he twisted, looking back at you with an amused, almost mocking grin, “Aw, don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark, Shrimpy~”

“Hardly, I just tend to be wary of places that strike me as fishy,” If anything, your words seemed to delight him further as he tugged you up closer to him so that you were walking side by side as he leaned towards you.

“Don’t worry. I’m way more fishy than anything that’ll be in here,” He winked in a way that had you rolling your eyes, but not pulling away from him even as he giggled. Because, for better or worse, having Floyd with you while exploring some dark hole in a magical school was far better than being alone.

After all, he could probably take on anything you found.

Floyd stopped, tugging you to a stop by simply not letting you pull him with you as you came to the edge of the set of stairs. 

Glancing back, you noticed him tilting his head with a thoughtful expression before he met your gaze and smiled teasingly once more, “Reckon it goes to the dungeon?”

You couldn’t stop the snort that came from your throat as you shook your head, “Why would a school have a dungeon?”

He shrugged, staring down the stone steps and soon guiding you down with him as he kept lighting sconces as you approached them, and amusingly, it made you wonder if he really was worried that you were afraid of the dark, “Don’t know, maybe for bad kiddies?”

“Shouldn’t most of the school, including you, be down here then?” Your wry words had him snickering even as you pondered where the staircase led. 

You tilted your head as you carefully followed Floyd down the stone staircase, “Has this place always been a school?”

Floyd gave you a sideways glance before shrugging in a perfectly nonchalant manner, “Don’t know. You’d have to ask one of the history buffs about that.”

Your mind briefly flickered to Malleus’s analysis of the gargoyles on every building on the campus before you dismissed the thought with a shrug, “Either way, I hope this staircase ends with a door out of here.”

“Aw, you aren’t enjoying our date?” You grinned despite yourself at Floyd’s potentially faux pout.

“I didn’t realize this was a date?” You glanced up, still smiling, at Floyd in time to watch as he briefly went wide-eyed before recovering with record timing.

“You think I just casually take all cuties down some potentially forbidden tunnel?” Floyd’s grin was perfectly shameless, but it had laughter bubbling out of you as you shook your head at his antics.

And a large part of you couldn’t believe that you were slowly slipping into the all-too-obvious trap of flirting with Floyd. But here you were, and in no way were you uncomfortable.

In fact, despite yourself and the environment, you were perfectly enjoying your little jaunt through this web-encrusted passage. And you had a sneaking suspicion that the sole reason you were having fun was the young man next to you.

Looking ahead, you could indeed see a door at the foot of the stairs, no doubt the exit to the lengthy tunnel, “How about next time you tell me we’re on a date before whisking me off down some dark tunnel? I might’ve walked slower.”

You could’ve sworn his eyes were sparkling as he grinned at both you and your words before he turned to look at the door, “Well, let’s see where our secret path leads.”

With that, he pushed open the door, scaring the ghosts on the other sides and letting the scent of cooking food spill into the passageway. Your new location could be in only one place. The kitchen.

Floyd was laughing as the two of you entered the hot room filled with now flustered spirits, but before he let go of your hand, he tugged you closer to him and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Next time you go exploring, make sure to tell me.”

You looked up to see him grinning at you, utterly delighted by the happenings of the day and a long way off from the bored Floyd of earlier as he winked at you, “I’ve got to hold you to walking slower on our next date.”

[my-cherie]

𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪♡

pairing ꒱modern! step-dad! pantalone x male reader warnings ꒱ step relationships (though reader doesn't know it), cheating on pantalone's part, a few pet names (darling, sweetness, pet), grinding, dirty talk, praise. wc ꒱ 600+ thoughts ꒱ small genshin drabble bc pantalone doesn't get nearly as much appreciation as he deserves, this man is HOT, y'all. inspired by the abba song with the same name. NOT BETA READ.

You hadn’t seen your mom in a long time. Ever since you moved away for college she barely contacted you, so to say you were baffled when her wedding invite came in would be the century’s understatement. Putting on your best suit, you messed with your hair a little more and tried your best to straighten your tie, before giving up and just deciding to go like this. Not like you were trying to impress anyone.

While you were on the way to the ceremony, you checked the invite again. This was maybe your mom’s third husband ever since your dad left? You weren’t sure, but maybe this “Pantalone” (as you came to know his name from the invite) would be nicer than your other step-fathers.

… The place was fancy. You almost wish you hadn’t come, because the venue in itself already seemed straight out of an expensive magazine, with the full-on white decorations, roses and tulips and baby’s breath everywhere and a ton of seats in the middle of a cute, meadow-like wedding venue and now you were sure that this Pantalone guy was at least filthy rich, because your family sure as hell didn’t have the money for this place, even with the money your mom managed to get from her past failed relationships.

You stumble amidst all the guests, making small talk with some cousins, aunts and uncles, before finally settling into the back of the garden, nursing a glass of white wine that you were sure cost more than your apartment. Trying to look for anyone else you knew besides the few relatives you had talked to, you were disappointed to see only strangers. 

Fuck, was your mom gonna take too long to come out? 

“Hello,” you startled, who— “do you mind if I wait here as well?

Oh, that’s a very pretty man.

He’s wearing probably the most expensive suit you’ve ever seen, with a beautiful blue tie, silver glasses and— Is that a fucking Armani suit?

“Sure dude, uh,” you shift under his attention, distractedly biting the inside of your mouth, scrambling for a common topic you could talk to this stranger about, “do you know the groom?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” He chuckles in amusement and you realize suddenly that he seemed a bit... bored. He was just observing everyone and not moving to greet any of the people in the venue, even though you can see that quite a few people seemed to wave and smile at him.

The unknown man seemed to not want to socialize with anyone else, besides you, that is.

You mess with your tie again, trying to distract yourself from the beautiful, beautiful man besides you. Your tie just never seems to sit correctly on your suits, no matter how many times you've watched those tutorials on Youtube about how to do the perfect tie.

“Do you need some help there?” The man — fuck you forgot to ask his name — asks, clearly seeing you struggle.

“Please, if you could.” You smile at him, embarrassed.

He comes closer, slowly redoing your tie for you, and you stare at his face meanwhile. 

Without meaning to, your eyes are attracted to his lips and you bite your own again, thinking about how they look very much kissable. When you look up, he’s already looking directly at you, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes muddled with arousal.

So you weren’t the only one to feel the pull of attraction between you two then, good. You weren’t even enjoying the wedding anyway.

(The man kisses hard, you dimly register, your body hidden away from view by the way he’s holding you, kissing you breathless.

His knees are slowly grinding your dick and fuck if it doesn’t feel good, making you moan each time he does it, holding his hair tighter.

“Do you like it like that, darling? Does it feel good?” He talks dirty like he’s made for it and when you don’t answer, he pulls away the tiniest bit. “Answer me.” 

And you have to gasp for breath, he has already made you into such a mess in a few seconds, it’s humiliating, but not enough for you to not beg him.

“Yes! Yes, it feels amazing! Please, please—“ You don’t know his name, god damn it all. He seems to notice your predicament, because he snickers a bit.

“The name’s Pantalone, sweetness.”

You give him your name as well, completely forgetting that your mom’s soon-to-be-husband has the same name as the stranger ravaging you. Even though it’s a very clearly unique name, your brain has been completely taken by his ministrations, hazy and distracted.

“Cute,” he says, before going back to kissing you to oblivion and starting to grind against your cock with his own, clearly hard and wanting to continue just as much. 

“I’m going to enjoy ruining you, pet.”)

[qierxing]

okay but what NRC had an exchange program? (and even more dramatic, from RSA?)

Heartslabyul is welcoming to you as the dorm tasked with making sure you are comfortable with them for the duration of the program. And even if it means memorizing the hefty long list of the Queen's rules, you have to say that each day in the dorm is never a boring one. Ace and Deuce challenged you to a duel the second you stepped through the doorway; which you accepted, not because you were actually goaded into it, but rather it was rather cute to see them so worked up about 'showing how they're better than some prissy RSA kid'. They lost, much to their mortification and to their upperclassman's amusement. Cater recorded the whole fight and while Ace is begging for him to delete the video, Trey praises you for your magical ability. It certainly takes getting used to, but gradually Ace doesn't try to rat you out all time to Riddle in hopes of getting you kicked out. Riddle may have been someone who religiously upheld his dorm's rules, but you saw him for what he was: a young prodigy who had been pushed to the limit. Besides, you can't take him seriously when he makes that cute pout! It's a ball everyday with them, whether it be studying together, having a merry Unbirthday party, or playing a casual game of croquet with the flamingos and hedgehogs. Though, as the end of the program draws closer, there's a strange tension in their eyes and when you thank them for the time spent together they frown rather than smile. It's getting to be a little discomforting, but you don't know that they're planning to make your stay permanent.

you had your doubts about Savannaclaw, but after some time passed, Leona warms up to you and somehow the nickname "herbivore" has a fond tinge when he demands you do something for him. Even if Ruggie says otherwise, he's also begun to slip you treats when you're struggling with your homework, saying the sugar helps and he expects help with Leona's laundry later. Jack is a friend you befriend all too easily, his honest and eager personality endearing himself to you well. You have to hold yourself from laughing when his tail wags at your compliments, how could he be so adorable? Lately, though, they've been high strung. It's getting to the point where Leona snaps at Ruggie for taking you from your shared chess game, while Ruggie barks back that he needs someone to help him with the laundry list of chores the prince saddled him with, all while Jack scoffs from the sidelines and herds you off to a private study session. You've heard about pack solidarity being common among beastmen, but this is the first time you're feeling it this strongly, and personally, at that. But it's not comforting at all to see them finally band together under Leona's leadership. not when you're left staring at the poor bloke who's bleeding out from a multitude of lacerations, just for the crime of throwing playground insults at you.

your fellow classmates give you a pitying look when Headmaster Crowley announces that you will be under the care of Octavinelle's dorm. at first, you're not sure why, because Azul greets you with a gentlemanly smile and bow, but as you spend more time with Jade and Floyd in the Mostro Lounge, you see why. although his one track mind on profits is a bit off-putting, you would be lying if you weren't impressed with his work ethic. He's true to his dorm's spirit of benevolence, but you've seen the glint in his eye when he tells you that you're free to ask him for any help...at the correct price. You aren't keen on getting into trouble during your stay so you smile politely and say you'll keep it in mind. It troubles him greatly though: you so easily cover Floyd's shifts without complaining when he goes off on his moods, not because of the possible money earned, but rather just to help him and Floyd out. What an absurd thought. But it comes to dawn on him that you're just naturally helpful, to the point where even Jade has commented he worries for how easily you will drop something to help someone. It's now common to be flanked by the twins, and if not them, then their infamous housewarden is enough to ward off unwanted ruffians. While you're unsure of why you've suddenly become a VIP in Azul's eyes, you're not willing to pry further, not arguing when Floyd cackles and drags you along to do something fun or Jade asks you to taste test his drinks for him. You won't like the constraints put on you, he knows, but you don't know what's good for you. being nice to others has never lent itself to anyone in NRC, and if he has to snare you in his own contract under his care to show you, then he has no qualms doing so.

most likely, you heard of Scarabia before, because Kalim being heir to the Asim clan is already very well known in RSA, and you've heard his cousin talk about him in passing between classes. What you weren't expecting was the very enthusiastic greeting he gives you as his vice housewarden sighs with a weary face that seemed quite used to this scenario. You're a bit overwhelmed, to be honest. Kalim's prepared a whole banquet to welcome you to the dorm, and you're not sure if you can keep up with his unlimited energy in the upcoming weeks. Poor Jamil, you often try to make his side a bit easier, whether it be collecting everyone's dishes for him at the end of the meal or helping tidy the place after the numerous banquets Kalim impulsively holds. That's not to say you dislike Kalim per say, but you cannot deny Jamil's knowing glance when the two of you were struggling to hold Kalim back from his next impulsive move. It's not all bad. You've learned how to cook Scalding Sands cuisine courtesy of Jamil and Kalim is really fun when it comes to show you new kinds of dances at parties. This exchange program has really broadened your horizons just as you hoped when you applied! Then Kalim drops a bomb on you out of nowhere—mentioning something about how he asked for Crowley for permission to get you actually transferred to NRC just like he did. What? Why are you so surprised? You liked spending time with them, right? Then you should just transfer! Kalim's intentions may have been good, but you catch a glimpse of Jamil's smirk behind him, not even changing when he sees your desperate gaze.

same with Pomefiore, as there is no one in Twisted Wonderland who hasn't heard of Vil Schoenheit (unless they've been living under a rock). You're a bit intimidated under his cool gaze, but he beckons you closer and a small breath of relief leaves you when he merely adjusts your uniform and starts showing you around. In time, you learn to live with the big shadow that Vil casts in Pomefiore, now accustomed to seeing the star's face in real life rather than on television. Besides, you've discovered he's rather down to earth more than you expected, often giving you advice on how to treat your skin when it acts up as usual or diets that are tailored to help you. It makes it easier to see Vil for, well, a dorm housewarden and regular third year, rather than Vil, the untouchable star. Epel rolls his eyes when you try to gently defend Vil whenever he complains about his strict routines of deep cleaning the lounge and skincare for the whole dorm. Rook smiles at you mysteriously at his side, proclaiming 'how wonderful that someone from RSA understands the pursuit of beauty!', whatever that meant. Flattered as you are that Vil has now warmed up to you, you don't like how his gaze has become suffocating to be under, always by his side like some accessory piece to his look. Epel helps you escape his eyes several times now, but you're starting to believe that it's no longer as innocent as just helping a fellow student get a breath of air from Vil's unmoving thumb. Besides, there's been a feeling of being watched on these excursions...as if someone was tracking your every movement, and it's unnerving to the point of glancing behind you every so often. Hopefully things will return back to normal now that you're about to head back to RSA. Perhaps you should forgo the farewell dinner and toast that the three offer you before you leave.

you were very confused on who was supposed to be helping you in Ignihyde. Ortho insisted he wasn't the housewarden, but you haven't seen the housewarden for a week now. Are you missing something here? Idia almost screams your ears off when you bump into him in the communal kitchen when you were trying to get water (who the hell makes instant noodles at two in the morning??). Wasn't the most pleasant first meeting, but Ortho tries his best to get his older brother to show himself outside his tablet, and sometimes he succeeds, even if there's mostly awkward silences between you two. He's getting better and you realize when you sit down to play a game with Ortho that more often than not, Idia will come slinking out of his room like a feral cat to join you. You begin to actually exchange more conversations over his inventions, both your technical skills a mutual connection. You're good with your hands and combined with Idia's technological prowess, the two of you come to make some seriously impressive artful masterpieces. He gets very flustered with all the new, genuinely awed attention from the others, and when you tell him it's a good thing, he mutters something under his breath and hides behind his hair. You suppose it takes time, being under the spotlight could be unnerving for someone who has debilitating social anxiety. But it seems like Idia is regressing into old habits that Ortho pushed him out of, staying in his room hours on end, and when you try to see what the problem is, he breaks down and starts going off about ungrateful people and how you deserve someone better than a loser than him. When you end up staying to console, you miss the smirk he hides under your arms as he clicks the door locks shut with a press of a button.

before you even got to process being in Diasomnia, Sebek gave you a whole lecture to "demonstrate proper manners before his master!" before he was held back by Silver and Lilia with several apologies. The so called 'master' doesn't even blink an eye as he observes you before turning around, effectively a full dismissive snub. You're a bit offended, but you don't dare say anything, what with Sebek glaring at you and also Malleus being known for being a powerful mage which you were not willing to test. So you resign yourself to having not so pleasant stay at the dorm, but perhaps you're a bit too harsh. Silver is rather kind and even if he falls asleep over your shared study sessions, he was still much preferable to his adoptive father, who has no idea how to cook something edible. Or his underclassman, who often sneers down at your nose for being human for the weirdest of reasons. Things only start to change ever so slightly when you help Malleus with printing out his homework for Trein's class. Since then, he insists on going to you for tech issues constantly, like some middle aged mother asking her child to fix her phone that has a thousand browser tabs open. Sebek starts to lighten up somewhat when he sees that you're not hostile to his lord and grumpily acknowledges that you've been helpful, but only just a little bit! Don't delude yourself that you were on par with him, an actual retainer! You've begun to realize that this is just how Sebek acts and over time begun to get used to his loud and blunt remarks just as you got used to Silver falling asleep in your study sessions. Lilia, for how esteemed he is hailed as, profoundly changes your perspective when he presents to you a burnt crisp of chicken legs, meant to be a snack for you to thank you for socializing his 'little ducklings'. He merely cackles when you take his dish and tell him that his food tastes absolutely terrible. He just pats your head and floats off to who knows where, leaving you with an indescribable taste in your mouth. You'd think it's just a tasteless prank between students but when you're bedridden from the food and the four of them are the only ones that are taking care of you, it's become a bit unsettling. Silver may have stopped his 'old man' to not feed you his concoctions again, but why is it that you're not getting any better from this food poisoning? Strange...if this keeps up, you won't be able to head back to RSA on time. When you worriedly ask Lilia and Malleus about this, they merely tilt their heads and smile with fanged teeth. "Don't worry your pretty little head about that." is the last thing they leave you with, before you're left alone in your bedroom, too sick to even move.

[futurecorps3]

okay but imagine meeting nikolai at a masquerade ball :00

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞

Masterlist<3

Summary: A pleasant surprise in the masquerade's ball. Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader Warnings: None I think!! Word Count: 1.4K Requested: Yes

A/N: THE ROMANCE THAT MASQUERADES CARRY HAS ME ON A CHOKEHOLD SINCE I SAW THIS REQUEST TYSM NONNIE! hope u like it and don't mind it's a bit short. <3

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The corset was far too tight. She didn't get to wear her favorite color. The heels were killing her. More than two men had already approached her with terrible openers and she just wanted to go home. Y/N was really trying not to be selfish. She truly was; this night was very special for her father, as the masquerade ball was the first royal event her family could attend.

After years of bad luck with her parents' work, somehow, with savings and a recent escalade of people needing construction materials from all over the continent, they developed a small fortune into a big family-owned business that produced lots of money, meaning they went from being a middle-class family in Os Alta to making business with nobles on behalf of the king.

Word got around, and long-story short, his youngest daughter was forced to attend this ball with her parents. Looking around the room, there was no way they fit in here, but it was a dream of her father's, so she opted to get a tad tipsy with champagne and dance a little before she could go home. The room smelt like booze, expensive perfume, and laughter could be heard from every corner.

What did they find so amusing? From her point of view, the things she now had to get used to were pointless, boring and merely there to make positive appearances with the royal family, who wouldn't bat an eye at them, scarcely noticing their attempts. The girl sighed, watching some other boy in a fancy suit and golden mask approach her from the front, ready to reject him "nicely" as her father had suggested.

Then, a voice.

"This is all incredibly stupid." Simple.

Y/N turned around, finding a blonde head of hair with a blue mask staring at her. He was sporting a uniform like jacket with some medals over it and golden details all over... a general's son, surely. She wasn't sure if he was speaking to her or just wondering out loud since he was sweaty and short of breath, probably from dancing. However, he seemed to have read her mind, and that was enough to start a conversation.

"It is, people trying to impress people who won't even look at them directly in the eye." She chuckled, sinking into her glass of champagne, to which the boy gave a surprised stare. "You seem to have it against the royal family". Oh no. This was in no way a good start, or the setting to voice her complaints about the general injustice lived in her country.

"No! Not at all! I just-" "It's okay. I get it. They think they're too good for anyone, even though all these people are the backbone of their country, not the institution they represent. Ravka would be nothing without its people". A sigh of relief. Did this mystery man get it? He surely wasn't poor or looked like he could care less about social injustice and unfair judgments.

"How would you know?" She questioned, and he was amused, very amused. "Well, let's say I've done my own research over this land, contrary to my family's wishes". His family's wishes? Military men and women came from usually underprivileged areas. Maybe he was the son of some snobbish general who didn't want his precious boy to hang around peasants, but he decided against it.

Suddenly, he enveloped her hand in his, kissing the back of it while looking into her eyes. "Nikolai Lantsov", he introduced himself, lowering it back next to a seemingly limp body.

Oh.

People said he'd show up, but no one really believed it after many failed reunions who promised the prince's attendance. She should bow, her mom told her that she should if she ran into some member of the royal family. Her body reacted to her thoughts, grabbing a fistful of fabric around her and bending her knees in a polite bow. "Moi tsarevich... I'm so sorry, you must know I don't think sorely of our king and queen, it was merely an observation. Apologies".

Nikolai was awfully quiet. Y/N's head was down and all she could see were his shoes and people passing by. Then he laughed. He laughed. "Come on, dear, get up" he offered her his hand and stood straight once again, red in her cheeks. "First of all, call me Nikolai-" "Y/N" "-call me Nikolai, Y/N. Second, no need to apologize as I do think sorely of my family's ruling over the country. And third, that's not how I wanted to make you blush so please calm down, it's okay".

How could that ever be okay? Yes, the younger prince was greatly known for having major discrepancies with his parents and the model of government that was being followed, but it was only okay if HE said it. Not some random girl who just showed up and ran her mouth over the literal king and queen of her nation. She always found a way of fucking up.

"I always talk too much, I'm really sorry moi tsa-" "Nikolai". It felt wrong in her mouth, to be on first-name terms with such an important figure. She said it anyway, that charming smile of his making her weak on the knees and forgetting any kind of stupid hierarchy she was supposed to follow. "Nikolai".

"Why do you assume that's a bad thing?" he said, taking two glasses of whiskey from a waiter who was passing by, downing one and giving her the other "Hm?". She didn't quite hear the question, too focused on how his hands looked with so many pretty rings to the way his eyebrows furrowed briefly at the burning liquid. "Why do you assume talking too much is a bad thing?"

Well, that was new. This entire exchange was, really.

"Well I-" no words. She didn't know. He laughed. "You've been told it is, and I think it to be awfully human, therefore awfully lovely. We like being heard, and there is no reason why we shouldn't be". Another blush crept up her cheeks. Was he always like this? Y/N found, years later, that he had a certain fixation on questioning anything and everything around him.

He questioned limits, pre-impossed ideas, authority, words and virtually anything those beautiful blue eyes laid. Nikolai was that kind of special you find once in your life. "Do you uhm... want to get out of here?" she spat, not really thinking anymore. She wanted more of that. Whatever spell his charm casted upon her was doing wonders. "To where, exactly, darling?" he said, raising his left eyebrow slightly.

Teasingly.

"No, no! By no means am I suggesting something of such nature... I just want to talk to you" "We already are, love" "I'm aware, love. I mean, away from the noise and all these creepily masked people". Silence for a tiny moment. Then he offered his arm out to her, placing the glass he was holding previously on a table and directing his new acquaintance to the back exit.

When they got to the garden, the moon was up and she was the only witness to such an enchanting night for the young prince and the girl. At the time, their lifes didn't fit at all. Two opposites. But oh did their souls knew how to dance. Nikolai found himself at peace, away from the facade he kept around and the appearances to be kept long forgotten as he laughed with Y/N.

"You talk like a book," he said, smiling as they sat near one of the many fountains. You could hear the water streaming down cobblestones and some noises coming from the bushes, the noise from the party becoming merely a background behind their chat. Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "What is that supposed to mean?". Their thighs were touching and she could feel Nikolai tense up a little.

"You do! There are some... things you say that seem taken out of a poetry book." "Like what?" Her cheeks warmed at that, waiting eagerly for an answer to one of the most creative observations someone had made about her. "You said that if love isn't passionate and extraordinary, then it's a waste of time because there are too many mediocre things in life and love shouldn't be one of them" "It's just what I think" she shyly replied, fidgeting with her mask, long gone since they started their walk.

"Then that pretty little mind of yours must be a thrill to discover" "Would you?" "What?" "Like to discover it" "I'd love to, dear" Nikolai smiled sweetly, blue orbs swimming in hers. It was the night the fox found shelter. The night they fell in love.

[wing-ed-thing]

Hidan x Reader x Deidara Love Triangle Relationship Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns

𓆃 Hahahaha... what is there to say about being stuck between Hidan and Deidara than... good luck? Stay alive? Have fun never having a moment of peace ever again?

𓆃 They're both loud and obnoxious and don't really take no for a definitive answer and then they're both prone to violent outbursts so you're going to have your hands full.

𓆃 Hidan is going to make the first vulgar comment that comes to mind. Deidara is going to expect you to be impressed by the explosions he's setting off in your face.

𓆃 Deidara will probably be the most forwardly obnoxious. He's a talker and will try to talk to you every chance he gets.

𓆃 He'll use big words that he doesn't even completely understand himself, and bless you if he thinks you ever need any kind of help.

𓆃 Deidara loves explaining things, even if you already know them. He'll insist on taking tasks straight out of your hands and basically diving underfoot whenever he has a chance.

𓆃 If you're not paying adequate attention to him, you can count on Deidara to become petty and vindictive and set explosive traps for you. Whether he's purposefully blowing things up in your face or rigging "art pieces" at places you frequent, he's going to get your attention.

𓆃 (He particularly likes blowing a bird or a butterfly over and laughs when it detonates. It's Deidara's version of flirting. Like pulling your hair on the playground.)

𓆃 He loves your reactions. He almost enjoys getting yelled at, and seems to almost find amusement in running from retaliatory attacks. Although, it's a lose-lose situation, because if you react, he'll do it again. If you don't, he'll do something worse to get a reaction.

𓆃 Hidan is dropping corpses at your feet like a stray animal.

𓆃 He'll go through a phase of wanting to convert you to Jashinism. He calls it his "special interest," but if you ask him what that means, he doesn't actually have his answer for you.

𓆃 "Jashin forbit a man has a special interest nowadays," he'd complain at just about anything.

𓆃 During this phase, he'll try to almost "drop hints" that might make you interested in what he does. Hidan is almost convinced that you almost need to just be exposed to it more.

𓆃 To his credit, he asks you actual questions about yourself, but almost in a way akin to a bored child. And then at a certain threshold of boredom, he'll cut you off and start talking about a random thing that he's been clearly thinking about the whole time.

𓆃 Like is it normal to bleed for three days straight because he's got this thing on his shoulder that he can't reach and can you take a look at it for him and he's already taken his robe off.

𓆃 Of course, the real trouble comes when the impatience sets in.

𓆃 Whether you're interested in one, neither or both, with these two, there's going to be some friction no matter what your decision is.

𓆃 Selecting one or the other would end the triangle, but if you're holding off, you might incur quite the temper.

𓆃 The plus side is that Deidara and Hidan are both so egotistical the changes of them getting distracted trying to one-up each other rather than bothering you is high.

𓆃 A great way to buy yourself time while you're making your proverbial pro/con list is by giving them errands. Just send them to get things for you, and if they can do it together, that's even better.

𓆃 Finding ways to keep them busy and not bothering you is probably your best bet. No matter how attractive or charming you find them... you'll need a break.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

@sweetie-teeth

[professional-yapper]

Proximity Epilogue

Neteyam x Olangi! Reader

Warnings: none, it is not confirmed whether the reader or Neteyam was pregnant for the sake of gender neutrality x

"Jëytru, come away from there," you called patiently to your oldest son, who was now a long-limbed 11-year-old and more like his uncle Lo'ak than you would've liked.

Jëytru pouted, continuing to swing from the decidedly very thin vines. "No, Sempu said I could!"

You raised your eyes skyward, then gave him a hard look. "And what am I saying now, Jëy?"

Your son paused, considering, then stuck his bottom lip out even further and hopped down, bounding over to you in search of alternate entertainment. He found it with the baby in your lap.

"Iiwìr," he cooed, leaning over you to nudge at his little brother's round cheeks as the baby slept peacefully, having been a much better sleeper than any of his older siblings, much to your relief.

You were content to let Jëytru touch Iiwìr gently. He meant no harm in it, and it wasn't like Iiwìr was waking any time soon.

Instead, you devoted yourself to your carving. A pair of new toys for the twins, since they'd broken some of theirs playing some kind of war game. No doubt imitating what Lo'ak and Neteyam told them of the raids on the sky demon bases.

Not that there was a raid today. No. It was serene, a bubbling river running by the hut, birds singing in the trees, a warm wind ripe with the smell of spring moving through the area.

Neteyam had taken the twins out for a little daddy-daughter time. He'd inherited his father's blatant girl-dad attitude, as much as he tried to deny it, and doted on 8-year-old Obia and Erel.

Not that you minded. You were more than happy to have your sons all to yourself. Speaking of sons...

Jëytru had wandered off to perch on the riverside, and Iiwìr still slept in your lap, blissfully unaware of the carving knife hovering in the air above his head as you searched the clearing.

"Okoro! Kalzi!" you called finally, unable to locate the final members of your little horde. Well, not so little. Your brood was the envy of the tribe, your four sons and two daughters Omaticaya-tall and Olangi-strong, and everything wonderful in between.

And yes, you did take pleasure in watching Lo'ak mock-gag every time he was reminded of the fact that you were sleeping with his older brother. As if he and his own mate, the one from the Tayrangi clan, weren't just as bad.

The bushes rustled once, twice, and Okoro, 9, and Kalzi, 5, came out, tripping over each other in their eagerness to answer your call. "We were just playing over there," Okoro said breathlessly, turning to point into the undergrowth. "In the dirt."

You surveyed your sons, smeared in dirt and dusty blue skin- Kalzi, Okoro and the twins bore your skin but none of your physical features, while iiwìr and Jëytru were the opposite- littered with minor cuts and scraps. All evidence of having fun. "I can tell," you replied finally, voice warm with amusement.

Jëytru glanced at his brothers, then laughed at their dishevelled state. Okoro looked down at himself and laughed too. Kalzi laughed, but it was likely he didn't understand what was funny and only wanted to imitate his older brothers. He was only 5, after all, and you remembered your older brothers had seemed very wise and impressive at that age.

How wrong you had been.

Then came the sound of distant voices. No doubt your mate and the girls returning from their morning romp.

"Sempu!" Kalzi cried and took off in that direction as fast as his fat little legs could take him.

Okoro followed with a whoop, and Jëytru, trying to seem like he didn't care much, brought up the rear at a more lackadaisical pace.

You sighed, setting down the half-formed carvings and your knife. Standing slowly, you made sure Iiwìr was secured in his sling before going to greet the rest of your family.

Neteyam was being swarmed by the children when you caught up, Jëytru having forgotten his airs of superiority and whatnot and was jumping around vying for his father's attention with the rest of them.

Neteyam gave you a wry look, pleading for assistance with his eyes. "How did we get so many?" he asked wonderingly.

You looked at him pointedly, resisting the urge to let your lips curve into a knowing smile. "I can't exactly answer that in front of the children, now, can I?"

Neteyam laughed and freed himself from the swarm, coming forward to kiss you, tall, broad frame blocking out the sun briefly as he pushed your hair back from your face to better access your lips. "There you are," he murmured contentedly, eyes crinkling at the corners before you closed your eyes and took him in as best you could before the kids' gagging and carrying on got the better of you both.

"The boys missed you," you hummed, curling into Neteyam's side later, back home in the sunny warmth of your hut. "You must take them out sometime."

"I don't know if I could handle them as well as you, paskalin," Neteyam replied, watching the children mess around together through the gap in the curtain over the entrance to your room.

You chuckled. "Flatterer. But you will have to. I mean it."

"I know, I know, I'm just like my dad," Neteyam groaned, letting his head drop against yours. "I can't be blamed for it like he can, though. Our sons are so attached to you it's almost sickening."

"Like you can talk," you scoffed, but there wasn't much effort in it. Rolling over onto your side, you laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart, which always seemed to be in time with yours nowadays.

There was a brief moment of sweet, comfortable silence before he spoke again. "6 kids," he murmured.

"We could really piss everyone off and go for seven," you muttered against his pec.

Neteyam's chest rumbled with laughter. "You're crazy. Are all Olangi this insatiable?"

"I wouldn't know," you snorted. "I haven't slept with any of them lately," you added just to get a rise out of him.

"Oh, you," Neteyam said lowly, shifting to hover over you, golden eyes gleaming.

"Oh, me," you replied smilingly, folding your hands over your chest comfortably as you looked up at him, shifting onto your back.

He lingered for a moment, then pressed a brief, hungry kiss to your mouth before flopping back down beside you.

Chuckling, you cuddled back into his side and let out a deep sigh.

All was right with the world now. Your mate next to you, your children playing out in the main room, and the beautiful day wrapped around the village.

Then Neteyam's mouth bumped against your ear, breath hot on your skin.

"Behave or it'll be 8."

And so we reach the end of my first multi chapter fic! Much love to everyone who liked, reblogged and just generally supported this fic, you are all appreciated! I'm very proud of myself 😭🙏

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Does actually sicken me to have to finish this so y'all may see more at some point tbh

[flowerandblood]

Sweet kiss, sweet blood (5)

[ dark vampire! • Aemond x female ]

[ warnings: fingering, smut, angst, kissing, drinking blood ]

[description: A centuries-old vampire lives in Victorian England, bored and discouraged. His old friend sends him a letter, inviting him to his new country house. Aemond arrives there to rest. Next to the property, there is a small chapel, visited by the faithful. It turns out that at night, a young lady prays in it. Sexual tension, profanation, murder, blood drinking.]

I owe the idea for this wonderful series to: @qyburnsghost

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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After what he said everyone around him froze in shock. He thought he was a goddamn imbecile. He wondered how he could say something like that without thinking, without planning. The words flew out of his mouth before he could process them.

However, he decided, surprised at himself, that he would not back down from them. He wanted to see what would happen. His gaze darted to the side, Criston stared at him enraged, his mouth pressed into a tight line. Mr. Whaterfield didn't know what to say for a moment, completely bewildered.

"But… but ser, my daughter is already engaged." He mumbled, pale, not expecting this turn of events. Aemond smirked at his words.

“As far as I know, your daughter did not agree to marry Pastor Smith.” He said low.

Mr. Whaterfield shot a quick, reproving glance at his daughter who looked down in horror. Her entire body was trembling. Aemond thought, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, that he had just given her a nervous breakdown. There was nothing he could do about it.

He had to have her for himself.

"I… everything's already settled…" Mr. Whaterfield said uncertainly, but Aemond cut him off mid-sentence.

"I don't want her dowry. I don't lack money. I have properties in several towns and villages. I can give you one as a summer residence. I will gladly introduce you to the salons in London. You can even meet the royal family there. Consider my proposal together with your daughter. Have a nice day." He said succinctly, as he put the top hat on his head and started walking towards his horse.

Criston followed him in shock, bidding everyone a quick goodbye. He caught up with him after a while on horseback, blocking his way, looking at him enraged.

"Have you completely lost your mind? What did you not understand about my request not to pay attention to us? Now the whole Mantfield will gossip about us!" He growled, enraged, his vampire fangs gleaming in the sun. Aemond was not impressed. He thought maybe it was better.

“Proposal is a human thing.” He grunted low, looking away, unfazed. Criston laughed at his words, looking at him in disbelief.

"Are you mad? Are you going to marry her?" He asked amused, coming closer to him. "When are you going to tell her she won't have children with you? That you won't share the autumn of your life with her because you'll never grow old? That instead of soup for dinner you'd be happy to suck the blood from her neck?"

Aemond stared at him with pursed lips. He skirted him on horseback, moving unhurriedly towards his mansion. Behind him, he heard a loud, drawn-out sound of rage escape from Criston's mouth.

"You bastard!" He shouted after him.

Aemond had never been so eager for night to fall. Criston didn't speak to him, locked in his bedroom. He decided that was even better. He had hoped that Miss Whaterfield would come to the chapel, if only to talk to him about his proposal. He had to be alone with her, he felt that he couldn't take it anymore.

In the evening he was sitting on the sill again, looking out the window. His whole body was tense with anticipation and desire. He felt his manhood harden at the thought of her, standing in front of him again in her nightgown. He knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself from touching her this time.

From tasting her.

He froze as he saw a warm glow of light in the undergrowth. His mouth parted, his breath quickening, as he saw her figure slowly emerge from behind the trees, heading for the chapel.

He got up at once, wearing nothing but nightgown tucked into black trousers and boots. He wanted to see her as soon as possible. He practically ran through the park. He felt himself pumped up by some strange, unknown energy.

As he entered, Miss Whaterfield gave him a sharp look, pulling the shawl that was wrapped around her shoulders more tightly around her. She frowned and pursed her lips at the sight of him.

"You're an impudent bastard." She said angry, desperate, hurt. "You think you can just come and buy me?"

She stared at her intensely, his jaw clenching at the unpleasant tone of her voice. He narrowed his eye, his gaze dangerous, glittering. She swallowed at the sight, taking a step back.

“I had to make your father an offer. He is a materialist who deeply believes in God and will do what is more profitable to him. Is he not?” He asked, and she shuddered at his words, her gaze full of pain. He knew, looking at her, that though she didn't want to admit it, she agreed with him.

"My opinion doesn't matter?" She asked quietly, pressing her lips together. He took a step closer to her, but she took a step back toward the altar.

“Your opinion is of the greatest importance. He's just not to interfere." He grunted, as he took another step toward her like a wolf lurking among lingers on a deer. He decided he wasn't going to let her slip away this time.

He will enclose her in his claws and devour her.

She swallowed hard, her hands tightening on the fabric of her shawl as she stepped back again, her back suddenly hitting the stone altar bench. She stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm not going to marry you. Nor pastor Smith. You both deserve each other." She whispered, her lip quivering slightly, her eyebrows twisted in pain.

Aemond pursed his lips at her words, feeling as if a needle had been driven into his body. He didn't like the feeling. He smiled menacingly, animally, finally standing over her, looking down at her.

“Say one word and I will leave. You will never see me again.” He purred, looking at her expectantly.

He saw her whole jaw quiver, her body shivering, but not from the cold. He saw the hesitation in her gaze, the pain, and something else. He thought with satisfaction that she was a complete mess.

"Say it." He hissed, coming so close to her that their bodies were practically touching. She breathed raggedly, terrified, looking pleadingly at him, tears welling up in her eyes.

She didn't want it.

She didn't want him to leave.

She drew in a sharp breath and shivered as he ran his cold fingers over her cheek. His thumb parted her lower lip slightly, revealing her fleshy, soft, pink texture. He waited for her to tell him to stop, but she couldn't make any sound.

He could feel how fast her heart was beating, how intensely her hot blood was pumping all over her body. He thought that a moment more and he would taste her, sink his fangs into her neck.

He wanted to try something else with her first.

His free hand touched her thigh, hidden under her nightgown. He felt her shudder, gasping for breath, looking at him imploringly, terrified. His fingers lifted the thin fabric of her chemise, brushing over her warm skin, gliding up to her buttocks. He heard her swallow hard, her mouth parted in disbelief.

"I'm going to touch you there. I won't hurt you." He whispered low, looking at her with determined, thirsty eye.

Her lips parted wider in a helpless moan as his hand slid between her warm thighs. His fingers ran over her hot, juicy entrance, throbbing and quivering. He sighed at the sensation, his mouth gaping in delight at her condition.

Her hand tightened on his arm, as if to hold him back, but there was no certainty in that grip. He rested his forehead against hers, looking at her softly.

"Easy." He murmured, his fingers starting to glide painfully slowly in a circular motion around her pearl, spreading her wetness over her throbbing skin.

She moaned softly, surprised and terrified by the pleasure that his touch brought her, her thighs trembling all over. Her grip on his arm loosened, her breathing quickened. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her nipples peeking out from under her chemise, hard and perky. He licked his lips at the sight.

"Just like that. Let me take care of you." He whispered.

He leaned lower and brushed his cold lips against hers, full, soft, hot, swollen with desire. His fingers between her thighs quickened their movements, pressing her harder. His other hand from her cheek slid down and tightened in her hair.

He kissed her greedily, almost animal, sucking her lips, wetting them with his saliva and tongue, making her moan sweetly into his mouth.

Her hands tightened on the material of his chemise, the sensation making it increasingly difficult for her to stand on her feet. A short, low moan escaped his throat as he felt her thighs part slightly for him.

He kissed her long and sticky, their lips wet with their shared liquids. Her scent made his head spin, he could feel her blood pulsing through her veins, all for him. His manhood was all hard.

He sped up the caresses, feeling that he wouldn't last much longer. His finger, massaging her clit began to tease her entrance from time to time.

She moaned helplessly into his mouth, shivers of pleasure ran down her spine as she felt it, not taking her lips off of him. He slid the tip of his finger into her, and she froze, horrified, gasping for air.

"Shhh. It's okay." He purred reassuringly, sliding his finger deeper into her, his nose brushing over hers.

They both gasped as he pushed him all the way in, then began to slide him in and out with the loud, wet, shameless click of her moisture. He felt her fleshy, hot structure tighten around his finger.

He knew, more or less, where every woman's pleasure spot was. When at last he found what he was looking for, and the tip of his finger began to press on that wonderful point, Miss Whaterfield began to moan louder, her body convulsing in search of fulfillment. He suspected that she had never touched herself before and did not know what was happening to her.

"Hold on just a little longer. It will be over soon." He whispered tenderly, feeling her walls tighten around his finger faster and faster, his mouth greedily pressing and caressing hers.

She gasped and moaned helplessly in front of him, burying her face into his, her nose brushing his cheek, seeking comfort, feeling something coming.

"I…please…" She mumbled in horror, her eyes cloudy, her mouth parted wide in a deep, ragged breath, her heart beating like crazy.

As she felt an unexpected, intense wave of unfamiliar pleasure rush through her suddenly, she threw her head to the side in embarrassment, squeezing her eyes shut and moaning sweetly, holding the fabric of his chemise tight, rising and falling on his finger.

"Just like that. You've done so well." He purred contentedly, kissing her temple.

He felt the waves of orgasm coursing through her body, his finger still moving deep inside her. His lips moved lower, down her cheek, to her neck. He parted his lips, feeling the pulse of her artery under his fangs.

"Do not scream." He said softly and dug into her soft, hot skin. He took one sip, then a second, then a third.

Pleasure clouded her mind for a moment, numbing her to any pain. She didn't know what was happening to her, her body froze completely in silent terror and horror.

The taste of her made him shiver all over, his breathing quickening. Her blood was like her kisses, sweet and juicy, deliciously filling like no other that he had ever tasted. He took another sip and pressed his fingers hard into her hair. He promised himself four sips, no more.

He didn't want to kill her.

He broke away from her with difficulty, his fangs sticking out, trembling all over, feeling that instead of quenching his thirst he only made it stronger. He ran his tongue over here neck where there were now two small holes. Her blood was slowly dripping right onto her white nightgown.

He lifted his face, streams of her blood flowing from the corners of his mouth which he licked off with his tongue. She stared at him, her mouth and eyes wide open in a mixture of sensation, pleasure, pain and horror, making her eyes roll back. Her body suddenly go soft, and she slumped in his arms.

She passed out.

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI ! - CHAPTER 8

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; jealousy, jealousy.

warnings/notes; before some people give me shit because of Gabriel, I haven't read any of the comics, all the characters are straight up OOC 😓Miguel's mother's name is Conchata 😝 proofread? nope!

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A loving hand had rubbed Miguel's shoulder, easing away his worries. His mind raced with thoughts that had kept him awake the night before.

"You okay, mijo?"

"Yeah, just excited I guess, mama," Miguel gave his mother a tight smile.

Conchata and her son had waited for the text from the new addition to their house to pick them up. Overloaded with excitement, Miguel's mother had cleaned and left everything spotless.

Miguel loved his room. An isolated space for himself only where he barricaded himself with books, notes, and a laptop screen that was brighter than the eye bags he had gained from late-night studying. With a new body moving into the room next to his, the strong bass of songs that held the meaning of violence was going to be blasting through the walls. That was something Miguel was going to have to get used to.

The O'Hara household is always quiet, or just not loud enough for neighbors to hear anything else, other than the occasional bursts of music every few weekends when Conchata wanted to deep clean every single layer of their house. Miguel liked it either way, but Miguel also knew his brother. They were two opposites. One wanted sound, the other wanted silence. And he knew he was going to dread every moment with Gabriel.

There's a knock at the door and Conchata is the first one to speed run to the door with a bounce in her steps, opening up the door and squealing at the sight of her second born son, "Baby! You said you were going to call us to pick you up from the station!"

The soft laughter of the older woman fills the doorway just as Miguel makes his way there. Leaned up against a wall with his arms crossed against his hard chest.

He internally sighs when he sees his mother nodding her head towards his younger brother, signaling him to speak.

Miguel finally sees Gabriel after what feels like years. 6 years to be exact unless you want to count the number of video calls Conchata would have every few days and the only one family reunion that was held 2 years ago.

Gabriel stood at an impressive 6'3, Miguel could only guess. His disheveled hair hinted at exhaustion from the long train journey home. Like Miguel, his hair had a slight curl, but his eyes were a warm honey brown, in contrast to Miguel's dark red ones. He had his significant goggles and scarf that enhanced his sharp features.

Miguel walks forward, his form towering over Gabriel.

"You've gotten.. taller," the older boy shrugs, scratching the back of his head.

Gabriel, who gave Miguel a tight-lipped smile while looking him up and down had raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement. "Uh, yeah. How you been?"

Conchata looks back and forth between her two sons, smiling happily at them at least trying to talk.

"Great," Miguel says dryly. He doesn't bother to ask how his brother is back.

"..Okay," Conchata intervenes. "Well! It's time to come inside, mi príncipe!" [my prince] she sings. Grabbing Gabriel by the hand, she led him into the house, leaving Miguel to bring in the suitcase his brother had brought. There were multiple heavy suitcases.

After a long afternoon of continuously explaining the rules of the most boring board games that Miguel had bought for his mother (which she surprisingly found amusing), and a few more hours of smoke filling every corner of the kitchen due to Miguel's poor baking skills, the three of them were left hungry. The forced proximity between the two teenagers was excruciating to say the least. They lasted until night had come, now all they had to do was last until one of them moved out after high school.

A squeal echoed throughout the house as Conchata rushed here and there in her kitchen in desperation to make her kids dinner, "Oh, I am so happy to see my boys together!"

"Mama," Miguel comes up from behind his mother, a hand on her shoulder to slow her down, "You can sit down, I'll cook instead."

"No! No! Go hang out with your brother!" She stubbornly says, looking around everywhere on her kitchen counter while waving a newspaper around to fan out the remaining smoke in the part of the house.

"Plus, your baking shows how much you can't cook, bebito."

Miguel chuckles softly.

"Oh, actually, can you drive down to the store? I forgot a few things.." hands behind her back as she gives her son a nervous smile.

Miguel doesn't hesitate to take the keys that were on the counter before heading towards the door, but his mother calls out, "And take your brother! Show him around while you're at it!"

Not only did Miguel have to drive around in a car illegally, with no license and all; but he also had to endure the time that was going painfully slow for him, in a car with an unbearably big idiot.

"So, mum just lets you drive like you've got your paper on you?" Gabriel had asked, a smirk wasn't seen by Miguel, but with the tone in his voice, he knows.

Gabriel sat in the passenger seat, legs spread as far as they could with himself leaning back comfortably.

"Yeah," he says, saying nothing else that would lead to a full conversation between the two.

Finally finding a parking spot, he turns his head to reverse, his hand holding onto Gabriel's headrest as Gabriel looks out his window to ignore how physically close Miguel was to him.

He raises a brow at a figure making their way to the automatic opening doors of the mall.

Gabriel grins as his eyes travel down the backside of the figure, "Pretty girl, fat ass," he turns to Miguel, "She go to our school?"

Our. Miguel is reminded of the reality he was settled in, the thought of being under the same roof with Gabriel was already mortifying. He couldn't imagine what school would be like. He rolls his eyes internally at the remembrance. "Can you go one day without sexualizing another girl?" he looks out of his window to see who Gabriel was gesturing to (mainly to shut him up) before the figure could make their way inside the shopping center.

Fuck, he missed them.

He watches as the figure makes their way inside the mall, wearing a long pair of pants with a thick, tied-up bun on their head. It was fucking boiling outside despite it being the darkest time of the night, and the figure wore everything long. Long grey pants and a black long-sleeved shirt.

"Damn.." he hears Gabriel whisper.

Miguel waves his hand, "Hey, hey, eyes off," his jaw clenches as he exits the car.

He makes his way across the road and to the sliding doors, turning around to see Gabriel making his way as well.

Aisle after aisle, Miguel rubbed the back of his neck while biting back a yawn. The list of things his mother had sent him halfway through the drive to the mall was supposed to be the smallest thing ever. The boy had seemed to forget how slow she can often be.

"Gabriel, grab the milk," he says loud enough for the boy behind him to hear. "And whatever else you want to snack on in your room."

Upon not hearing a small okay, Miguel stops pushing his trolley and turns around to see his brother nowhere to be found.

"For fuck's sake," he groans.

He finds himself walking through every single aisle, yet every single aisle was empty. No brown-haired boy to be sighted.

Miguel pushes his trolley begrudgingly through the frozen aisle, now stopping as he sees Gabriel's back. The black singlet he wore showed off exactly what he intended to show off. Arms flexing so subtly to whoever he was showing off to. His hand propping himself against a freezer door, head bowed down as it's slightly tilted, his height did just the trick. Gabriel's low chuckle can be heard.

Dismissing his trolley a few meters behind Gabriel, he walks up to the adolescent and taps his shoulder.

Miguel feels a migraine at his brother's dismissive behavior when he ignores his signals, a hand waving him off discreetly.

He finally tugs on his shoulder, pulling him back harshly. Gabriel is taken aback, "Ay, Miguel, I'm talking to someone," he shoots a glare to the taller boy. His eyes don't miss the way Miguel looks behind to the individual he was conversing with.

Miguel's eyebrows furrow, "Manaia?"

The mentioned girl peeks her head out from behind the younger O'Hara, "Miguel?"

Realization settles in and she waves at him, "Oh, it is you! Hi!" Soft, plump lips form into a gentle smile, the ball of her vertical lip piercing shining brighter than the gloss on her lips.

The two still hadn't spoken. Well, properly. Manaia was always the first to say hi to Miguel, despite him wanting to engage more with her like they did before.

Her fatigued state had seemed to die down every once in a while when Miguel walked pass her. She held the same smile he adorned from afar, the eyebags she thought that burdened her beauty were finally gone. But Miguel thought she looked beautiful as always.

Miguel is pulled back to reality when Gabriel lets out a feigned cough.

"You two know each other?" Miguel asks, arms crossed against his chest.

Manaia is caught gawking at the sight in front of her, rather the one who stood taller with a stern look on his face. Her palms grow sweaty, "Well, I'm guessing this is the younger brother you told me about, Miguel," Manaia says.

"Gabriel here just came over and helped me grab something from one of the shelves, and then he introduced himself," she continues with a shy smile on her face. "I knew he looked familiar! I asked if he was your brother and he said yes."

Gabriel sends Miguel a wink knowing Manaia couldn't see.

"Right, well... It was nice seeing you, Manaia, but my brother and I have to get going," Miguel grumbled, not wanting Manaia to further see his distress.

He walks off, expecting Gabriel to follow behind. "Gabriel, let's go," he commands.

Gabriel is seen bending slightly down to Manaia's height before making his way over to him, he sees Manaia's flustered state and his jaw clenches.

Miguel had finally gotten home, his muscular arms flexed as he held onto all four bags, "Open the fucking door already, Gabriel," he hissed at the Gabriel, who fiddled with the keys in his hands. A secret smirk on his face, "Haven't been back at this house in years, I seemed to forget which key it is."

Miguel grunted, "Probably the key with the spider looking logo on it, maybe? Hurry the fuck up-"

The door swings open and Conchata is seen holding up a pan high above her head, "Who the hell! Oh-" she gives a nervous smile, "My babies, you took so long, come in, come in."

Dropping all the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter, Miguel storms off to his room. Not wanting to upset his mother, he closes his bedroom door softly before flipping off everything that existed in his room.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" he whisper-shouted to himself. He had spent less than 24 hours with Gabriel and he resented his presence already. Flopping onto his bed, he calmed himself down before pulling out his phone.

mahi_sniffer: i miss my ex

aluaigioukae: go sleep cunt omg

mahi_sniffer: suck my dick u dog

aluaigioukae: tell that to ur girlf

aluaigioukae: oh wait...

bololicker: HAHAHAHA

mahi_sniffer: im not gonna let myself be laughed at my someone named David.

bololicker: ur such a dry cunt

mahi_sniffer: so is ur mum

mahi_sniffer: i miss miguellllllllllllllllllllllllll

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 where are u tetti

M.Ohara_099: Good evening, I was busy today. I apologise for not being as active as I wished to be

mahi_sniffer: MIGGUUEEELLLLLLLLLLLL

mahi_sniffer: aw mate where u been

aluaigioukae: hey miggs

bololicker: hi miguelllllllllllll

mahi_sniffer: guys naia asked to be added in the gc

aluaigioukae: SHE GOT HER SOCIALS BACK???

mahi_sniffer: hmm well if she asked

mahi_sniffer: do you think she did??

aluaigioukae: fuck u

mahi_sniffer: im only for miguel g

M.Ohara_99: She will be able to see the previous chats?

bololicker: nah nah she won't

mahi_sniffer: idek why we never added her before

[ mahi_sniffer has added manaiafepuleai to pussy eatersssss ! ]

manaiafepuleai: how come i'm only added now 😞 yall be talkin abt me??

mahi_sniffer: yeah mad shit

aluaigioukae: hey naiaaa

manaiafepuleai: hi kiuga 😊

Miguel finds himself imagining how'd Manaia would say it within real time. Grinning at the thought of her giving everyone a small smile as she greets herself. He then pauses.

manaiafepuleai: hi miguel, it was nice to say hi to you before :DD

bololicker: when was this??

manaiafepuleai: i saw him at the shops an hour ago :) i was the first to meet his brother 🤭

M.Ohara_99: yeah

mahi_sniffer: interesting interesting

mahi_sniffer: @aluaigioukae @bololicker an opportunity is what i see right here boys.

M.Ohara_99: what?

manaiafepuleai: what?

aluaigioukae: oh i get you sione 😉

bololicker: huh

mahi_sniffer: omg david fucking read the room rn cunt

bololicker: oh

bololicker: ohhhhh

bololicker: HA yeah yeah

mahi_sniffer: yeah he doesnt get it ☠️

aluaigioukae: dumb cunt

manaiafepuleai: miguel and i wanna know whats up too 😞 cmonnnn

mahi_sniffer: wdym?

mahi_sniffer: nothings goin on here mateee

aluaigioukae: sooo

aluaigoukae: you met miggs brother?

manaiafepuleai: i did yesss

M.Ohara_99: Kiuga.

aluaigioukae: shh

aluaigioukae: @manaiafepuleai so whatd you think of him?? he cute ??

manaiafepuleai: i mean he was cuter than i anticipated from before, but hes very talkative and engaging! he came up to me and helped me get something from one of the shelves

mahi_sniffer: right..

mahi_sniffer: and how does that make you feel miguel?? 😄😄

Sione and David wait for their mutual friend's response, unknowingly they both snicker behind their screens as Miguel's typing bubble appears on and off.

M.Ohara_99: I don't know, glad you're befriending my brother

M.Ohara_99: Have his profile while you're at it. @gabrielohara1 I'm sure he'll be happy to follow you back. I'm off to sleep.

mahi_sniffer: what in the fail

The school library was free to any student who wished to come earlier than classes would start. But the one and only librarian was close to making exceptions for a few others.

"Wow, thank you so fucking much, Sione, really."

"If I tell you to run, then you RUN, stupid Tongan."

"Guys, people are looking, put your voices down."

"HEY, WOAH, WOAH, GUYS, IT WASN'T EVEN MY FAULT."

The shouts of four Polynesians echoed throughout the library. It was way too early for anyone else to be dealing with their nonsense in the morning.

"Sione, this is why I hate playing Roblox with you," Kiuga rubbed his face, head thrown back as he complained for the fifth time that morning.

"It wasn't even my fault. Manaia was in my way!" Sione retorted.

Manaia gasped at the accusation, "It's just a game!"

"We lost to a big-headed Shrek chasing us because of you!" David added to Kiuga's yelling.

Manaia let out a chuckle before she packed up her school laptop when she saw the time ticking closer to the bell ringing. Sione looked over at the library door, his mouth agape, and he elbowed Kiuga, who was busy retrying the same round he had died in. "Oi, look," he whispered.

This caught the attention of all three teenagers. David was the first to look over to where Sione signaled.

Walking towards the group of four, Miguel had his hands in his pockets before stopping right in front of everyone. "Good morning, everyone," he nodded his head backward. "This is my brother, Gabriel. He was supposed to start next week, but I don't know everything, I guess."

There, behind Miguel, stood Gabriel O'Hara, the only person Sione found himself gawking at. And maybe David. As well as Kiuga.

Manaia was the first to stand up, fixing her skirt and giving Miguel a smile before making her way over to Gabriel, who gave her a wink.

His bag hung on one shoulder, his other arm free. The uniform sat comfortably tight on his skin. He wore a scarf around his neck, rightfully so as it was freezing outside. He noticed goosebumps along Manaia's neck. He unwrapped his scarf and gestured the warm fluff in his hand to her.

"Hi, Gabriel," Manaia said, taking the scarf from him and wrapping it around her neck.

Manaia looked effortlessly beautiful, just like always.

"Hey, Naia. Thanks for texting me last night; I wouldn't have been as prepared for my first day if it weren't for you," Gabriel taunted loud enough for another to hear.

He grinned when he saw dark red eyes piercing his honey brown ones.

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[byeoltoyuki]

✧Memories of us ✧ How we met

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Likes and reblogs are appreciated.

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If you had to describe your friendship with Jisung it would be love at first sight. Or more like friendship at first sight. He came like a damn hurricane in your life during one lunch break that you had to spend alone. Yunji was sick which left you alone, to suffer through the day, through boring classes. But you didn’t always mind the loneliness, in fact, sometimes you welcomed it with opened arms. Like today. You found the perfect spot to eat your homemade sandwiches and took the chance to pull out your sketchbook from your bag. 

The weather was lovely, a light breeze brushing your hair every now and then. The flowers had fully bloomed, bathing in sun, the sight was perfect and you couldn’t help but draw what you saw. But your peaceful moment was quickly interrupted. Loud voices echoed from somewhere not far from you. You frowned and tried to ignore it, trying not to get bothered by it. Which was impossible.

“Come back here you little bitch!” A very loud and angry voice yelled, getting closer to you. 

Why did they have to ruin such a peaceful moment? Everything was perfect, until it wasn’t. You glanced over your shoulder, trying to see who were the troublemakers and who deserved a very slow and painful death. 

A guy ran past you, so fast you barely had time to see him. He was laughing, clearly amused with the situation and not scared for his life. Despite the moment being short, you recognized the guy as one of your classmate who always sat at the back of the classroom. The one that always looked bored, the one you caught sleeping in class few times. From outside, he looked exactly like the kind of guy you should avoid, and yet, his grades told you another story. He was good, a genius even.

‘What’s his name again?’ You wondered. You tried to remember all the names. You had a rather good memory but not when it came to names. 

“You’re a dead man, Han Jisung!” The loud guy yelled again, getting closer to you. 

Ah! Right. Your eyes darted back and forth between Jisung and the other guy. You didn’t know what Jisung had done to anger this guy but they were being unnecessary loud, disturbing your peace. 

You sighed, your decision made.  The moment the angry guy was close enough, you outstretched your foot. Too angry and too concentrated on Jisung, he missed your foot and fell with a loud, and very unmanly, shriek. 

“Oops. My bad.” You feigned innocence.

Maybe a tiny part of you felt sorry for him and worried that he had hurt himself. But just a tiny part. You looked down at him, shook your head in disappointment; you couldn’t go back to your drawing now. 

Jisung halted in his track, surprised with the sudden noise coming from behind him. He tilted his head to the side, taken aback and a little curious of the sight. Doyun was lying and whimpering on the floor while you stood, hands on your hips, hovering over him. He recognized you instantly; the quiet girl who apparently wasn’t so quiet and definitely not gentle after all. 

To say that Jisung was impressed would be an understatement. He whistled and clapped his hands. You thought that there was definitely something wrong with him - until your eyes locked. You couldn’t be sure what he thought and what he felt right at that moment, but you, you thought he had the brightest smile and the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. 

“Thank you.” Jisung said, grin so wide. “My angel.” 

[petitelepus]

hello! i apologize in advance for writing so much

but i hope i can get a normal matchup for twisted wonderland! i go by she/they. i’m 21 and pansexual.

traits: ENTP 6w7, leo, deadpan (i say jokes with like a straight face so people genuinely get shocked by me saying something unexpected), diligent (people have told me their first impression of me is that they think i am boring because i am somewhat of a teacher's pet), funny, perceptive (i am good at reading people and it's something that i'm proud of but also sometimes sad about. i can read when people are sad even if i haven't known them for long and it can either startle them or comfort them when i bring it to light.), thoughtful (i do things with others in mind), physically affectionate, 'sardonic and sarcastic' (my teacher's words, not mine.), creative (i have random bouts of energy that i use to make ideas. random things pop in my head every now and then and my friends whom i share them with think they are very odd but they expect it from me), eager to learn (i like to challenge myself intellectually so i come off as nerdy), "mature" (i don't like saying this because my definition of mature is probably miles different and some people would say my humor is immature but ive had people tell me that in serious situations, i show a lot of maturity), tomboy, empathetic

i have a lot of hobbies, but i get so bored i drop them every now and then– my only consistent hobbies are probably sketching, gaming, writing, running, and editing, but i also recently picked up needle felting. i like wearing and having cute things but my personality in general is very stereotypically 'masculine' so i hang out with more dudes than girls.

favorite things: psychology, typology, games, animanga, rice, heavy rock/metal

dislikes: wasabi (or anything that has a strong flavor), inconsiderate people

I match you with Malleus Draconia!

You're clever and independent, and as a Scarabia's student you can be cunning but most of all you are diligent. You take time to make decisions and in the end, it pays off well for you.

Now, you and Malleus aren't that different, which is why you two are well-suited for each other. You're both deadpan, not letting your emotions show outside, but like you said, you can read people like open books and this is how you saw how lonely Malleus really was despite his royal status.

You're a kind one, eager to get to know Malleus better, and while your friendliness may be a little weird to him at first, in the end, he appreciates that you are willing to try and get to know him. Most people fear him and he is so used to it that he never expects kindness from others.

But you weren't just another human, but a thoughtful and affectionate one. You're willing to put aside all the rumors you may have heard of him and try to start anew with him. An act that warms Malleus' heart and encourages him to open up to you.

You take your friends' comfort seriously and this includes the Fae. May God help those who talk bad about Malleus while you are at earshot because if you hear someone talking about anything that can even be considered mean, you will go and defend your friend fiercely.

You don't need to do so, Malleus is already used to people talking, but you insist that he doesn't deserve to be treated like that. Words that echoed in his mind and how cute you- Wait, cute?

As you are eager to learn, Malleus is more than happy to share his interests with you, and that includes his love for gargoyles. He may be showing you the magnificent stone statues when you suddenly look at him and smile.

"You could say these guys were the original… Rock musicians?"

You start giggling and laughing at your own joke and while Malleus may not understand it at first, your smile is all he needs to feel joy.

"Child of man, your humor amuses me and keeps me entertained but it's your smile that I treasure most."

Dayem, when did he become that smooth!?

As you are physically affectionate, and while Malleus is a little awkward, he happily accepts your affection and tries his best to return it to you because he understands that it means a lot to you.

Malleus is new to technology of any kind so when you introduce him to video games, he is in awe.

He has this naive and childish wonder in him as he watches you play and if you try to teach him, he takes a lot of glances at you, trying to see if he is playing right. You're a good teacher, patient, and kind, so even if he fails he has fun with you there by his side.

[writefightandflightclub]

Bored now: (Nathan Bateman x GN!reader blurb)

Author’s note: dug out this short blurb. It’s been languishing in my drafts for a while because it felt a bit flimsy / like it didn’t go anywhere, but hey, instead of me deleting it you may as well have it! :P (And thanks to anon for requesting “anything” with Nathan, as you have caused this is to be rescued from oblivion - for better or worse, lol.)

Genre: blurb, hooking-up.

Word count: no idea because I can’t select all the text on a phone with this cursed app so what am I even to do? But it’s short.

Warnings: blood mentions / biting (warning for dub-con on the biting), no smut but some making-out, alcohol mentions. TYPOS, I can only assume.

You can see it all laid out, like a flash forward in time, as Nathan takes a swig of red wine and eyes you darkly over the brim of his glass.

You can see everything, ahead of time.

Can see all of the mind games he’s going to play with you. The manipulation. The posturing. Playing you like you’re a chess game; and eventually, getting you to break. To succumb to him.

Sounds slow. Sounds drawn out. Sounds boring.

Who’s got the time for that?

You sidle up to the painting adorning the far wall and Nathan looks smug. Everything about tonight is supposed to impress you - that much is obvious. The helicopter. The house. The bottle of ermitage cuvee cathelin that could have paid your rent for three months; until that cork was popped.

And most of all: him.

His helicopter; house; wine; brain; arms; art, and so on and so on.

Whatever.

You exhale and lean closer to the painting. Inspecting it. Allowing a deep notch to bed itself into your brow.

“What?” Nathan asks impatiently, as you fail to respond as predicted.

“Nothing,” you say casually, taking a tight swig of the wine you aren’t even enjoying. “Just figured being a billionaire and all… I mean, what? You couldn’t have sprung for a genuine Pollock?”

Nathan’s face drops, and you know then he at least places some stock in your knowledge as a dealer. The thought satisfies you. In fact, it’s the only thing which has satisfied you all evening.

“It’s a fake, Nathan. Sorry to tell you.” You let a broad smile gradually creep over your face, unmasking your jest, but you enjoy the fact that you’d reeled him, even if only for a split second.

It’s not a fake. It’s the real fucking deal. Of course it is.

Nathan “Potential Sugar Daddy” Bateman has things you can only dream of. You work with pieces like this every day, but you could never entertain the possibility of owning one. (Aside that one time some dude had tipped you with a Degas. Wasn’t really your taste though - the guy or the painting.)

“I assure you, honey. Everything in this house is genuine.”

“Right. Except for you.” You quirk an eyebrow at him, watching his beard animates as his jaw writhe beneath it.

Aww. He’s frustrated.

This isn’t going like he expected. You’re not saying what he wants you to say. Doing what he wants you to do.

But… isn’t that the point? Doesn’t Nathan Bateman favour a challenge? Maybe not, who knows. Maybe he likes things which come easy.

You’re surprised, honestly, by how rigid he is. For someone at the head of a company famed for being innovative and agile, you actually feel like you have the jump on him.

Or, maybe that is exactly how he wants you to feel right now, who knows? You don’t much care, in fact.

Nathan eyes you again, a smirk playing on his plush mouth now. God knows what has amused him. Anyway, he drains his glass in one and moves closer to you as you survey the painting. As you look at anything but him.

He nods down to your idle glass. “You don’t like the wine?”

You look at him then down at your drink, swilling the red liquid around. “It’s fine. But the fact that every mouthful is a week’s rent makes it a little hard to swallow, I guess.”

“Would you be more comfortable with some tap water?” His tone drips with sarcasm. You watch as he takes your glass from your hand, his fingers brushing yours as he grips the stem, and your stomach flips over from the contact. He’s hot, at least. That much is certainly genuine.

“Actually, yeah. Can I?”

Nathan doesn’t even try to hide the fact your inconvenient response pisses him off. Instead, he turns on his heel and waltzes out of there, pausing in the doorway and looking at you as if you’re a dumb dog who didn’t follow. “Come with,” he says impatiently, and you wonder if this wouldn’t all be easier for him with one of his rumoured robots. You’re not one for call and response, usually.

Still, in the absence of any better option, you follow him to the kitchen - checking out his ass as you go, of course -and you watch him from the other side of the island, your arms folded as he opens up the fridge to pour you a glass of the filtered stuff.

You hate to say it but… you’re bored as fuck.

You’re in a billionaire’s house and you’re fucking bored. You’ve been here four hours and you don’t know anything about the man you couldn’t have found out from reading Forbes and trawling through his Wiki. Plus, you still -very much so- have all of your clothes on. Boo.

Well, maybe there is something more you can find out about him, before the night is over.

He wants to play games?

Sounds like an awful lot of delayed gratification; which really isn’t your style.

Fuck it.

You cross the space, moving to pin his sculpted, sturdy body to the fridge, and, even as he’s still reacting, you plant a seductively slow, lingering kiss on his lips.

You pull back for a moment, tugging his lower lip between your teeth. “What do you say, Nathan?” You purr. “Wanna skip to the fun part?”

Nathan has no smart retort. In fact, he simply looks at you admonishingly from beneath his lenses. Aww. It’s kinda cute that he thinks he can intimidate you.

“What?” you chastise, sliding your palms down his warm chest, inching towards his waistband. “Are you going to say ‘no’?”

He doesn’t say no, even as you hang back for a moment, awaiting his express consent. You find it, as his mouth moves to cover yours in moments, his supple, fine-wine tongue shoving over yours. Fuck. That’s gotta be the most expensive kiss you’ve ever had. And, as his hands move down your body, grabbing up handfuls of you, you bite his lip. You bite his lip hard enough to draw beading crimson - just because you can. Just because it’s fun.

Nathan yelps, his hand coming to his mouth in shock, coating his fingers with a delicious smear of merlot red.

“Oops,” you say, unrepentantly, with a devilish smirk, and you watch as Nathan’s eyes grow entirely saturated with a deep, dark hunger.

“You’ll pay for that,” he promises, beginning to unbutton your shirt. Tearing it eagerly off of your shoulders before shoving you up against the counter.

Cute that he thinks so. But you’re pretty sure you have the upper hand here.

Still, at least you’re no longer bored.

Finally, you think as his beard grazes down the column of your throat, the wet slide of his tongue caressing the contours of you. Things are finally starting to get interesting.

[mercillery]

ZOGRATIS SIBLINGS…

SFW + SPOILERS ⚠️ + RANDOM HEADCANONS + VERY RANDOM + MOSTLY ME RAMBLING

Very random hcs sorry if it’s too random for you. Anyways, I love them.

♤ You know, even though these four are utterly heartless and insane, I get the impression that they all care for one another… in their own way.

♤ Obviously, this hasn’t been confirmed, and no one truly knows, but episode 167 backs this up, kinda! Sure, Zenon only came because he was concerned about the magic fluctuation and only came to check. But he still saved Dante; he fought for Dante, and that’s enough for me to know that Zenon at least cares enough to rescue Dante from his defeat.

♤ Unfortunately, we have yet to see Vanica rescuing or being rescued. But I assume that since Zenon rescued Dante, he’d do the same for Vanica, no?

♤ Then there’s chapter 344, where we can see Lucius resurrecting Dante, Vanica, and Zenon. If this won’t convince you that they at least somewhat care for each other, I don’t know what will.

♤ Another thing I like to think about is that when Lucius used to be in a wheelchair, Vanica probably always wanted to sit in his lap. I could definitely picture her talking Lucius’ ear off while she pushed his wheelchair around to who-knows-where.

♤ Dante was most likely a constant witness to this, watching with an amused expression on his face as Lucius only hummed in response to whatever nonsense Vanica chattered.

♤ And Zenon? Probably somewhere else doing his own thing. Zenon strikes me as that one sibling who’s just locked up in their room all day with little to no contact.

♤ The most extroverted sibling in the family is Vanica, which I think is something most can agree on. Well, somewhat. It’s clear that she’s always excited and talkative when a strong opponent is in sight, with the intent to fight them. So just imagine how much worse she was when she was a child.

♤ I can picture Mini Vanica going around and getting lost with no worries whatsoever; the only thing occupying her eager mind was whether she was going to pick a fight today or not. In truth, she’s most likely been in numerous fights during her childhood, whether as a witness or as the fighter herself.

♤ In the case where she was a witness, she always watched eagerly, that is, only if the fight was good enough to be watched at all. If she did happen to find the fight interesting, she’d watch with a glint in her eyes.

♤ In the situation where SHE was the one fighting, she’d go all out with zero concern for any future consequences she'd face. She is Vanica, after all, recklessness may or may not run in her blood.

♤ Dante probably watches all this happen with amusement, only stepping in once he gets bored. Zenon has grown too tired of her impulsive nature to care at this point, and Lucius is probably the one to get Vanica out of whatever mess she got herself into.

♤ Lucius is a good storyteller, no matter the theme—horror, thriller, or adventure. Not romance, though. If he’s asked for romance from his siblings, he’ll resort to the usual, “Once upon a time, there was a princess and a prince...”

♤ Of course, story-telling was more common throughout the Zogratis’ childhood. Even then, romance wasn’t an option that was picked too frequently—or at all. But I like to think that maybe one of them got curious one day and chose romance. Unfortunately, Lucius made sure to end it with the most horrifying ending. For the giggles.

♤ For those confused, let me elaborate…

♤ Do you know any stories from the Brothers Grimm? Or the way certain Disney films were altered from their original, ominous endings because they were deemed too disturbing? Let's just say that knowing the real endings to these "romantic" stories from Lucius has given them nightmares.

♤ They never again asked for romance. But looking at it now, Dante and Vanica find it amusing how they used to get nightmares from Lucius’ so-called “romance” stories. Minus Zenon. Zenon rolls his eyes at the memories of the days where he too was given nightmares.

♤ Anyway, besides Lucius being mischievous and scaring his siblings into bed with a seemingly sweet love story that ends terribly, I bring this up because I like to think that during their childhood, a way they used to bond was by storytelling, with Lucius being the usual pick to tell a story.

♤ Around the time Lucius left to go to Clover Kingdom, I imagine he didn’t say goodbye to Dante or Vanica, but only Zenon. I feel as if Lucius sympathizes most with Zenon, so he left him with a few last words before he departed.

♤ Though I can't quote exactly what Lucius would have said to him word for word, I'm going to presume that it would have been something along the lines of "Continue fighting for the Spade Kingdom" or something similar. As for Dante and Vanica, they probably weren’t too affected by Lucius’ sudden absence. Although I can see Dante being pleased that he was in charge now.

♤ They all listen to classical music, especially Dante. Dante listens to classical music when he has the time, when it’s a time where he can just relax and enjoy his favorite piece playing. His favorite classical song is “Dies Irae” from Verdi's Requiem.

♤ The strong and ominous tone of this composition would resonate with Dante, reflecting his imposing presence and unrelenting pursuit of power. Like Dante's complicated webs of power and control, which he orchestrates and manipulates inside the Dark Triad, Dias Irae is a frenetic piece full of action.

♤ Vanica listens to “In the Hall of the Mountain King" by Grieg. Being known for her impulsive and chaotic nature, Vanica embodies the energy and unpredictability of this composition.

♤ Just like the music's frenetic pace and playful melody, Vanica thrives on the adrenaline rush of her impetuous actions and loves the unexpected turns life takes. She leaves a chaotic and exciting path in her wake.

♤ Vanica might also listen to “Danse Macabre” by Camille Saint-Saës. The piece's eerie tune with a hint of playfulness could possibly be a reflection of her erratic and unpredictable personality, which makes it an appropriate fit for her taste in music. The name "Danse Macabre," which means "Dance of Death," may also play to Vanica's interest in bloodshed and devastation.

♤ Zenon would probably like “Valse Sentimentale” by Pyotr Tchaikovsky. I say probably because I feel as if Valse Sentimentale is a song too. hopeful and happy sounding in the middle of it, like it’s out of a fairytail, if that makes sense. But then I realized something...

♤ Given the entirety of the Allen incident, its graceful yet melancholic tune may communicate his complex feelings and the weight of his past. In moments of solitude, the piece may provide brief solace, allowing him to ponder his past with a sense of solemnity and contemplation.

♤ Lucius, being the eldest and most sinister sibling, would enjoy the good old classical “Dance of the Knights” by Prokofiev. He is drawn to this song because of its menacing mood and imposing orchestration, which reflect his own intense and dominant nature.