#And I still don’t think im fluent

[idontmindifuforgetme]

hey Cianna did you speak Arabic growing up or did you learn it/teach it to yourself at a later stage? I'm starting to learn my mothers native language and was wondering if you have any advice 🤍

I did!!! I grew up bilingual so im equally fluent in both English & Arabic :) I did have a brief rut w Arabic tho where I was taking forever to finish sentences/I switched way too much to English even around my Arab family, but that all got rectified when I visited Iraq last summer and was forced to speak Arabic 24/7 lol. But I was never nooooot fluent, just a lil slow sometimes if anything

[trollbreak]

Man I need an unhappy but stubborn marriage ship huh

[harunade]

la ricky is so hot im sorry 😭 maybe it's hearing him speak in englthats getting me bcs his voice is SO deep when speaking in english + hes so fine as it is 😭😭 im literally going crazy over him

more ricky thoughts bcs him calling you kitty???? maybe saying "his kitty" ????? insane. speaking off ricky and his pet play kink, i think he would buy you the prettiest collar ever (he would take you shopping and you would be so embarrassed putting them on bcs hes like "you like this one more kitty?" all sexy like in your ear 😭 and dare i say he might even take you shopping when you're so needy for him and its hard to walk around bcs of how wet you are) and he would buy multiples of collars he knows you really like bcs sometimes the sex gets rough and he ruins them but his kitten deserves the most!

from — 🐾

it’s not doubt that ricky loves spoiling you. even if you insist that you have enough clothes and things as it is, he’ll give you a pouty look and convince you. “i would rather have you between my thighs right now but if you wanna go shopping let’s go” you’d show him a fake sad face to which he’ll just chuckle and kiss you. “don’t be so needy, baby, you’ll have me soon” but he obviously notices the way you walk clumsily and how you press your thighs together when you sit down.

ricky will have your fingers intertwined as he walks around with you in many shops. him entering a pet one takes you aback. especially when he holds a hot pink collar up to your neck to see how’s you look. “w-what are you doing…” you whisper yell at him but he just looks down at you and smiles. “look kitten, don’t you want it? it even has a little bell, so it would ring whenever you bounce up and down my cock” he’d whisper in your ear lowly and ngl that gets you gasping.

obviously he ends up buying like 6. “have you two adopted kittens?” the cashier asks the two of you and flashes you a smile. “ouhh yes, thank you” ricky confirms and pays.

When you get home, he’ll do exactly as he had told you, having you bouncing on his cock with nothing on but the collar and a bra he had bought you that day. he’d loop his finger through the collar and pulls you down to kiss you. “just like that, baby. you’re taking me so well, my kitty” he’d lazily rub your clit while his tongue would swirl inside your mouth.

he’s surprised that even after he fills you up, you keep going, quickly overstimulating him. “fuck, baby” ricky lets out the softest whimpers as his kisses trail around your chest and neck. when he loses his ability to think properly, he’ll switch to speaking in chinese. now, youre not fluent, but you still manange to understand him calling you his dirty kitten and sweet girl in the same sentence.

just like he spoils you, you love spoiling him by taking care of him and his needs daily. “i love you, kitty” you tell him as you pass out on his chest, feeling his hands wrap around tour waist and caressing it. “i love you more, kitten. let’s go take a bath” aftercare king!!! will even carry you bridal style into the bathroom, placing the both of you in the hot water. he loves washing you, especially your hair.

[froggibus]

Something New - Toge Inumaki

Pairing: Toge Inumaki x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW/smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: you want to try something new, and Toge is more than happy to oblige

CW: could be considered dubcon?? idk im tagging it just in case, bondage, mind control? kinda, toge uses his cursed technique on you, oral (f! receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom! Toge, slight dacryphilia? established relationship, college! Toge

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“Toge?” 

Your boyfriend’s fingers fiddle with your own, fingertips dancing across the back of your palm. He hums in acknowledgement, tilting his head to the side. 

“I-I have a question.”

He squeezes your hand, “salmon.”

You smile. After dating for so long, you could decipher his seemingly incomprehensible words like you were fluent in Toge. His silent cues were as familiar to you as your own.

“Can we try something new?” You shift your gaze to your hands, avoiding the brown eyes that are staring at you intently. “Like, in bed, I mean.”

His fingers still completely and you hear his breath catch in his throat. You look up, eyes meeting his, and feel the electricity between the two of you. His cheeks are rosy, the blush spreading across his nose. 

“Mustard leaf?”

You move your gaze again but change your mind and stare at him decisively. “I want you to use your cursed technique on me. I want you to…to use it to make me stay still.”

“Salmon roe,” he says teasingly. 

You smack his shoulder softly, “don’t tease! It was just a thought.”

The room settles into silence, neither of you daring to break it. Toge resumes his gentle rubbing of your hand, his long fingers tapping patterns onto your skin. His touch helps you relax, releasing a tension in your shoulders that you didn’t know was there.

“Salmon,” he murmurs, hands moving up your arms.

The word is enough to send you into shock. You expected him to hesitate a little more, or to say no outright. But to hear him agree so quickly? It’s enough to send jolts racing through your body, heat gushing into your panties.

He leans in and plants a needy kiss to your lips, soft skin against soft skin. A hand reaches up to play with your hair, tangling it between his fingers. The kiss only gets more heated, Toge moving onto his knees so he can press his body against yours.

You can feel the heat radiating off of his skin and the bulge through his sweatpants. It only makes you want him more, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and tugging him on top of you.

He pulls away, looking at you seriously. “Mustard leaf?”

“I’m sure, Toge. I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” you admit.

He grinds his knee between your legs, smiling at the way you squirm under him. He slips a hand up your shirt, dainty fingers moving up to grope your tits through your shirt. He groans at the familiar feeling. 

He tugs your shirt over your head and practically rips your bra off. The second his warm mouth connects to your bare nipple, you’re arching your back and whining his name. He digs his knee further against your throbbing core. 

Still, it isn’t quite what you want. You were hoping he would let loose, go feral, take what he wanted. But like usual, Toge is reserved. 

“T-toge,” you whine.

He hums into your nipple, the vibrations making you whine. 

“I need more.”

He pauses his movements for a moment, You’re left wondering if he’s done, if he’s changed his mind and realized he’s not comfortable after all. But no. Something inside your boyfriend snaps at your words, a dark look in his eyes.

“Don’t move,” he says.

Suddenly your body feels like it’s restrained, held down against the bed by an invisible force. You struggle for a second but it's futile. Toge is much too strong.

He smirks at you, sticking his tongue out and flicking it over your nipple. The sight of his tattoo rubbing against your skin makes you even wetter, your panties ruined from your slick pooling into them.

He kisses down your stomach, leading to the waistband of your pants. His tongue runs across the spot where your skin meets the fabric before his hands make quick work of them. 

His grin only widens at the sight of your soaked panties. He takes his index finger and slides it up your slit, collecting your juices and bringing them towards his mouth. He moans while he sucks his finger, the taste of you alone enough to make his pants tighten.

“Spread your legs,” he commands, and your body obeys him with no hesitation.

The way you’re so vulnerable beneath him, the way your mind has to obey him no matter what, has his cock rock hard. He rips your panties in half, tossing them on opposite sides of the room. He dips a finger inside of you, your tight hole clenching around him.

The desperate look on your face, the desperate whining, it's enough to make his head spin. He thrusts his finger in and out of you, mouth moving to suck your clit. He loves the way you’re shaking, muscles straining against the cursed technique he’s using on you. He knows just how badly you want to grind your pussy into his face and he loves how you can’t.

He knows this is what you want, though. The lack of strain from using his technique tells him exactly that—you don’t want to fight this.

He slips another finger inside of you, pumping them at an agonizing pace. His mouth works wonders on your clit, and you can feel your orgasm approaching. Toge feels it too by the way you’re getting tighter around him and the way you shake even more.

Just as you’re about to cum, he mumbles against your clit: “Don’t cum until I say.”

You almost scream in frustration, but your body obeys him. He gives you a wink before diving back into your pussy, smiling at the way you’re almost crying above him. 

“Cum,” he says finally, and you explode around him. 

The orgasm is the most intense you’ve felt in your entire life, your pussy gushing everywhere. Your whole body would be convulsing if you were allowed to move, but your muscles just shake instead. Toge watches in utter fascination, adoration in his eyes. 

He pumps his fingers in and out of you still, riding you through your orgasm. You look so damn cute that he doesn’t want to ever stop. He would do this forever if it meant he could see the fat tears rolling down your face and your puffy lips and swollen pussy.

He slips his fingers out of you with a pop, and doesn’t even bother wiping off your slick. He’s too focused on unbuttoning his pants as fast as he can, trying to free his aching cock from its constraints. He has his boxers down in an instant, not even bothering to pull them all the way down.

He slaps the head of his cock against your clit, and your poor sensitive pussy aches in response. He leans in and presses gentle kisses up your cheeks, tasting your tears. His gentle touch is such a sharp contrast from the way his cock slips inside of you and bottoms out. You whimper, begging him to start moving.

He moves at a snail's pace, pulling out all the way and then slamming his hips against yours. Each thrust is an assault on your pussy, your sensitive walls clinging to him in a way that makes both of you ache.

He reaches down to play with your clit. “Tuna mayo?”

“N-not quite,” you mumble, your orgasm not reaching you just yet. 

“Tuna tuna.”

“You can—” you’re cut off by your own moan when he slams into you once more. “You can do whatever you want to me, Toge.”

His eyes are fixed on your pussy and the way your puffy lips take in his cock with every thrust. “Cum,” he says, and suddenly the pleasure is washing over you. Your walls clench on his cock, your body trembles and your pussy gushes once more.

You’re left wide-eyed, breathing heavily and dizzy from the command. “I—you can do that?”

He kisses your nose. “Salmon.”

He keeps thrusting inside of you, each one making you ache from the sensitivity. All of the pleasure has you dizzy, desperate for more, but also wanting to crawl away and give your pussy a break.

Toge picks up the pace, thrusting faster as he gets near his own orgasm. “You’re going to cum with me,” he grunts. “You’re going to cum around my cock.”

The command reaches your ears and you whine, lidded eyes making contact with his. He thrust even harder, but his movements start to get sloppier and sloppier. He thrusts a few more times, hips slapping yours, before hot cum floods your pussy.

His cum is like a trigger, making you explode. 

“You can move,” he says breathlessly, collapsing onto your chest.

Your whole body spasms, muscles tensing and  relaxing, legs shaking. Toge kisses your cheek and neck, admiring just how pretty you look convulsing underneath him. It takes you over a minute to come to, but when you do, Toge has you laying on his chest, his cock still buried in your pussy and his arms around your waist.

“Toge,” you murmur, “thank you.”

“Salmon,” he kisses your temple. “I love you.”

You feel hot at his words, some of the only ones he’s reserved just for you. “I love you too.”

[averillaratargaryen]

‘The Bitter Bond.’

Chapter V

18+ Content ⚠️

“Your father tells me about your professions, Daerlyssa” Viserys smiled, “you are quite a fluent speaker, with the tongue of Valyria.”

“Yes” Daerlyssa responds, as she places her cutlery down, “my brothers have taught me well, growing up. It just rolls on the tongue, now.”

“Your uncle, Aegon, he finds it a struggle to speak the language. Perhaps you could put your talent to use, in helping him out?” Viserys offered.

“What-? What are you doing?” Aegon looked toward his father in question.

“It is no harm in taking some help” Viserys responds back, “after all, it seems you are quite content in each other’s company.”

Whilst Daerlyssa found herself believing her grandfather meant pure intentions, Aegon could see through his father, what he truly wanted.

“Father, I don’t-?”

“It is alright” Daerlyssa responds, “I do not mind helping out. After all, I haven’t much to do.”

“It is not that I don’t wish for the help” Aegon looked at her, shocked that she could not see the alliance Viserys wished to perform.

“Then what is it?” Daerlyssa asks.

Aegon’s eyes shunned wide open, as he looked at her, waiting for her to realise the obvious, yet she still found herself clueless.

“Oh Heleana, you are here” Alicent called out to her daughter, who had finally made her way for breakfast.

It was not soon after, that Daerlyssa’s family had arrived down, noticing Daerlyssa’s presence.

“We have been looking for you everywhere” Daemon called out to her.

“Oh, father” Daerlyssa smiled, “I had gotten up early, and was quite hungry, so I came down with Aegon.”

“Oh” Daemon tilted his head, with an impressed pout.

“That is great” Rhaenyra nods, “im glad you two are getting on well.”

“That’s not-!”

“Sit down, have something to eat” Daerlyssa cut off Aegon, as she welcomed her family to sit beside her.

“Daerlyssa” Aegon whispered to her.

Smiling, with no sense as to what was going on, she looked toward him, “why do you look so tense?”

“Do you not understand what is going on here?” Aegon whispered back.

“We’re all here to eat breakfast?” She questioned.

“You really weren’t lying, on being kept in the dark” Aegon scoffed.

“Aegon, if something is wrong, tell me” Daerlyssa looked at him with concern.

“We will speak later” Aegon sighed, “right now, I need a drink.”

Before he stood up, Daerlyssa held him down, as he took a hold to his hand.

“Aegon, do not” she warned him, “your father has taken it lightly, considering I have asked him to. But you can not expect him to continue to support your decisions, should you make bad ones.”

“Daerlyssa, I appreciate what you do, but right now is not the time. I will speak to you when it is appropriate, with no one around” Aegon put her hand down to her lap, before he stood up once again.

The young girl found herself stunned, by Aegon’s behaviour. He was not himself, so to say.

But she couldn’t figure out why that was.

She tilted her head, turning to face him, before her confusion turned into sudden shock, as she turned back around.

Daerlyssa had come to meet Aemond’s eye, as he walked past his brother, making his way in.

It had been just over four days, since their last encounter.

Despite living in one place, with the difficulty reaching the highest level, on avoiding his presence.

She managed to do so, given that she simply did not look in his direction, no matter how much her curiosity killed her.

To know what he was saying, or thinking, she wished to discover. But she did not let her curiosity get the best of her.

Not wishing for herself to be humiliated.

“Nephews” Aemond sighed, as he made his way to his seat.

Looking toward Daerlyssa, he noticed her avoiding his gaze.

As he noticed over the past four days.

To begin with, he liked it that way.

He found her presence to be tiring and unwanted. After all, he despised his sister and her family, due to his mother’s awful words against them.

Aemond was far too young, at least four years of age, when he had his fatal accident, causing the loss of his eye. It was hard to remember what had truly happened, or why it had happened.

Yet he only remembered the words of his mother, as she spew her lies, due to her hatred against Rhaenyra’s bastards sons, considering them to be monstrous, by name.

Despite his hatred toward them, Aemond could not help, but find himself restless by the fourth day, that she had avoided him, for reasons he himself, could not understand.

“Good morning, Princess” he called out.

“Your Grace” her voice cracked, before the two of them cleared their throats.

Both parents, Daemon and Rhaenyra, looked toward their daughter, wondering why she sat with her head down, avoiding her uncle’s attention.

It would have been reasonable, had Aemond treated them horribly, compared to the last time, Rhaenyra and her son’s had come to stay.

But this time was much different, as Aemond spew no hatred, but rather, let the feud between the two, simply be, giving no attention to it.

“This breakfast was great, but I will dismiss myself” Daerlyssa stood up.

“Where to?” Viserys asks.

Daerlyssa looked around at the table, all eyes on her, and perhaps Aemond’s too. But she could not say for certain, when she continued to ignore his presence.

“I had forgotten to speak to Uncle Aegon, of something important” She lied.

“And what would that be, exactly?” Daemon asks.

“Well-?” Daerlyssa looked around helplessly, as she wondered what lie she could have come up with at that moment, before it clicked to her, “he promised that he would… take me to see the tapestries.”

“The tapestries? Aegon?” Daemon let out a pfft.

“Y-yes! Yes, he is trying to become a better person by engaging with peaceful activities, to avoid himself in becoming drunk.”

She successfully had given her lie, having Viserys smile at her, pleased by the sudden relationship between the two.

With quick steps, Daerlyssa had skipped off, leaving Aemond to sigh in his seat, as he watches her leave.

-

“Aegon, wait!” Daerlyssa shouted out, as she held her dress, running toward him.

Aegon, who held a bottle of alcohol in his hands, only just about beginning to drink it, turned around after hearing her call out to him.

“May the gods help me” he whispered under his breath.

Walking toward her, the two meet within the middle, before Aegon pulls her away from being noticed, and into his chamber.

Pulling her inside, he had closed the door behind him, before turning around to face her, placing the bottle down.

“Daerlyssa, what is wrong with you?” Aegon pleaded out, “why are you following me and screaming my name, for other people to hear.”

“I don’t-?” She looked at him, confused and slightly hurt, as she spoke in a low tone, “I don’t understand, I just had a question to ask.”

Noticing her eyes soften, he sighed, before sitting her down, “look, I’m sorry. I just- I need you to understand, in front of other’s, you can not be friendly with me.”

“Why not?” She asks, “I thought I was helping, in having our families get along with one another. Grandfather complains about it so much.”

“You are, but that is the problem” Aegon sat beside her, “do you not see it? Why they wish for us to be so close to one another?”

“I always thought it to be so that my mother could permanently move back in, with us, without any issues between our mothers” Daerlyssa responds.

“They wish for us to be bethroed” Aegon confesses.

“What?” Daerlyssa chuckled, “no, if that was the case, my father would have told me.”

“Daemon has no say, when it comes to his brother. He’s married to the Queen’s daughter, and im sure he’s learnt what happens, when he disobeys the King’s orders” Aegon responds.

“Even then, he would have sat me down, and told me” Daerlyssa looked unsure.

“I had a feeling, when I first heard of my sister, and you all coming to stay. My father continued to make points, on how I am a grown man who is yet to be married. But this morning, he had confirmed my theory” Aegon explains.

“What did he say? Did I miss it out?” Daerlyssa asks, “from what I heard, he only wished for me to help you out, on speaking the Valyrian language.”

“We are quite content in each other’s company” Aegon quotes Viserys’ words.

Daerlyssa looked at him silently, before Aegon sighed out of frustration.

“Our talks, and simple conversations, have him believe we wish for something like this. To be content with one another is more than just a friendship, or a simple teaching relationship, Daerlyssa. He thinks of us to like one another, a lot more than friends” Aegon explains.

To which had Daerlyssa slowly nodding as she looked away.

“I do enjoy our conversations, and I am thankful for the efforts you have given to have a friendship with me. Not many people do” Aegon explains, “we can not be seen as two people who want to be bethroed to one another. We simply can not!”

“I agree, we can not be bethroed to one another” Daerlyssa whispered back, before putting her hands up toward him in defence, “not that it would be a bad thing, or that you are a bad person, no!”

“I would not think that” Aegon chuckled at her panic.

“It is just..” she sighed, “you must promise me to keep this secret between us.”

“Of course” Aegon nodded, leaning in to hear her.

“I have always thought for myself to be bethroed to Lord Cregan Stark” Daerlyssa looked away, shyly.

“Lord Cregan Stark?” Aegon questions, “since when have you spoken.”

“During his crowning, once his father had passed. Me and my mother had flew to the North, in order to pay our respects and recognise him to be the King of the North, which he now is” Daerlyssa responds.

“I see” Aegon nods, as looks impressed.

Tilting his head, he squints his eyes in question, as he looks toward her, “so does that mean you have some sort of.. feelings, toward him?”

“I’m not sure” Daerlyssa responds, “he is the only man in my life who has been a great companion to me. We send ravens to one another. I have spoken to him much about you.”

“You have?” Aegon’s voice pitched at a high squeak.

“He said it is a good thing, that I have formed a friendship with you. Which is why I was so surprised, when you pushed me away before” Daerlyssa pouted in guilt, “I do apologise, I hadn’t realised your father’s reasonings. Nor mine.”

Aegon shook his head, as he smiled, “it is not your fault. I did not think you would have.”

“Is there a reason why you do not wish to be bethroed to me?” Daerlyssa asks, “perhaps you have someone else?”

“It is not that. I am just.. not attracted to someone like you” Aegon blushed as he scratched the back of his head.

“Oh. I see” Daerlyssa found his comment to be, that he did not see her as an attractive woman.

“Not to say you aren’t a good looking woman, I mean, ever since you have been here, even the guards have continued to lay their eyes on you” Aegon confirmed with a chuckle.

“Well, what do you mean then?” Daerlyssa asks.

“I am just… not attracted to women” He whispered.

“Oh” Daerlyssa nods, her eyes slightly widening, when she realised, “so you are attracted to men?”

His silence had given her an answer, as he avoided her eyes.

“You may think less of me, surely” he whispered.

“No, not at all” Daerlyssa responds.

Her positive attitude had Aegon look back up to her, confused.

“Just because you are a man, does not mean you must be attracted to a woman. We live for desire, with our own preferences, to who we wish to be beside. If you wish to be beside another man, then that is your right” Daerlyssa smiled with support.

“That is.. quite a nice thing to say” Aegon smiled.

“It does not make you less of a person, Uncle” Daerlyssa held his hand, “at least, I do not think so. You should be able to love whomever you wish to. As long as it is someone who truly cares for you. Does the King know of this? Or perhaps, your mother?”

“They have come to an understanding. Which is why, they are so keen on having us bethroed. They say it will cleanse me” Aegon rolled his eyes.

Those words causing Daerlyssa to feel disgust, in her Grandfather, and his wife.

“Well, do not worry. I will not let this happen. In fact, we can pretend to dislike one another, during the times we are nearby our parents, but share conversations like this, in secret” Daerlyssa chuckled.

“I have always wanted a friend I could share secrets with. Secrets like this, I have kept within me for quite some time” Aegon responds.

“Are there any more secrets?” Daerlyssa teases, “perhaps a man you have already set your eyes on?”

“I don’t know if I should say” Aegon stood up.

Daerlyssa squealed, as she pulled him back down beside her, “you must tell me! I told you about Lord Stark!”

“Oh what choice do I have” Aegon sighed in defeat as he rolled his eyes.”

-

A dim light shone through the halls, as Aemond found himself walking through, the floor creaking beneath him as he took each step.

Despite his bedroom door being in sight, before him, Aemond could not help but sense that something was different. It did not feel real.

As he reached the door, with only a step away from making it inside, he turned back around, to a dark distance. “Hmm” he whispered, under his breath, before turning back to his bedroom door, looking down at his hand that gripped the knob.

Turning it slowly, his door grated open, as he slowly looked up in his room, shocked at the sight before him.

“Your grace” Daerlyssa smiled, as she was laid on his bed, his blanket covering just some of her.

“Princess?” Aemond closed the door behind him, without turning around, his eye fixated on his niece, who slowly stood up out his bed.

He watched as his blanket fell to her feet, before she was stood, completely nude, before him.

It was the first time he found himself too stunned to speak. “W-what are you doing?” Aemond stuttered.

“I’m sorry I have been avoiding you, Uncle” she whispered seductively, as she walked towards him, slowly.

“Daerlyssa, if anyone finds you here-?”

“Everyone is asleep” she whispered again, before she had come just an inch apart to him.

Aemond couldn’t help himself, as his head dropped down to get a good look at her, with her breast in his sight.

But her hands were quick to motion, when she held his chin, and had him face up again. “I have been waiting for this moment with you” she couldn’t help herself to bite her bottom lip.

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” His hand found its way to her cheek, as he craddled it.

Daerlyssa tiptoed toward him, her lips brushing against her earlobe, before she spoke, “you make me so nervous. Every night, after learning such things about a woman’s desire, I can’t help but feel pleasure, every time I remember you.”

Her words cause him to let out a shiver, finding himself proud, for causing her to feel such a way.

As she begins to lay her feet to the ground slowly, she moves away from his ear, her nose brushing past his, as she looked up at him, with her lustful eyes.

Her lips had become agape, when she felt his breath lingering against it, before rubbing her nose against his.

Aemond fought against the idea to give in to her, wondering of the consequences, should anyone find out.

That was until she held his wrist, the two watching the movement, as she pulled it down toward her breast, letting his grasp onto it softly.

The two then slowly look away from his hand, back toward one another, before she leaned her body into him, a soft moan escaping her due to the feeling of his hands pressing against her nipple.

It was all he needed to hear from her, before he had lost all his restraint.

With both hands, he held both her breasts firmly, before bringing his lips onto hers, as the two shared a passionate kiss.

His fingers motioned in the same direction as their tongues, toward her nipples, having her moan once again, this time, with their lips still intact.

Aemond did not care for his hatred at that moment, before he decided to let go of her breasts, grasping for her waist as he held her up.

She wrapped her legs around him, as he carried her to his bed, laying her down. With a smirk on his face, he hovered himself over her, finding himself drunk on the taste of her tongue.

He did not know what was happening to him, but this moment began to flash before him, from his hands around her body, to hers around his.

The feeling of her neck, as he grasped onto it, looking up at her as she sat above him.

From every movement, to every breath, it felt as though everything was becoming louder, yet less clear.

“Hmm” he cried out, in frustration, before letting out a soft grunt, with his hand fisted in motion.

His head lifted slightly from his pillow, as he let out a soft groan, his legs stretched in motion.

Slowly fluttering his eyes opened, Aemond found himself in bed.

Looking toward his window, it was telling to him, that it was the morning, and that he had just been dreaming.

Once again, it was the fourth time he had dreamt of her, yet each time it became more and more vulgar.

With a sigh, he sat up, before noticing something strange between his legs.

Lifting up his blanket, with the substance he found, and his pants slightly bulged, he sighed before laying back down on his back.

“What am I going to do” He whispered to himself.

-

After breakfast, Aemond found himself distraught and confused, given his dreams have been all about Daerlyssa, and he couldn’t grasp as to why that was.

It frustrated him, due to how she avoided him, including that morning, when she hardly looked toward him, before running off to find his brother.

Yet, what frustrated him more, was himself, acknowledging his own fault as he remembered what he spoke, when he had last come eye to eye with her.

As he continued to walk with his head down, in his own thoughts, the sound of a faint laughter was heard before him.

Looking up, he found Aegon walking out his chamber, as Daerlyssa followed out behind him.

The two chuckled amongst one another, Aegon turning around to face her.

“I am glad we have had this talk” Daerlyssa smiled.

“As am I” Aegon smiled back.

“Now go!” She pushed him, “do what you must do! We will speak again tonight.”

Aegon chuckled as he shook his head, walking away, with his head down.

He noticed Aemond’s shoes, before looking back up at him, “oh, brother. Didn’t realise you were here.”

Aemond smiled in response, before asking, “where are you off to?”

“The brothel of course. Where else?” Aegon responds.

“So early?” Aemond found his motives questionable.

“Why not?” Aegon shrugged, looking a lot more happier than usual.

He walked past Aemond, leaving him to it.

Aemond’s eyes followed his brother, to the back of his head, before turning back to Daerlyssa, who continued on ahead, having no clue of Aemond’s presence.

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chapter 6

[miuszn]

HII!! i love your writing sm, so i wanted to send in a request. I KNOW THIS IS SO CLICHÉ AND OVERDONE 😭😭 BUT could you possibly write a seven minutes in heaven scenario with ellie or abby. maybe reader n ellie/abby don’t really like each other, or they have tension ?? idk

seven minutes

SETTING : college / modern au

WC : 3120

WARNINGS : not beta read , fingering , cunnilingus ( r!recieving both ) , kinda vanilla again ( sorry ) , top!ellie , one-sided rivalry , intentional lowercase , this might kinda seem like dubcon but it’s not reader is just shy , english isn’t my first language and i’m not perfectly fluent so there might be mistakes ( lmk if there’s any )

A / N : hii everyone !! aaa im so glad i finally finished this 😭😭 i love these corny cliche scenarios soooo much but only when it’s w women otherwise it’s just so bleh . women do everything better so true !! anywhooo i hope u guys enjoy this and tysm for requesting this bc i wanted to write something like this but didnt think anyone would want it .. ALSO IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO INCLUDE ABBY WHEN I STARTED WRITING BC I SAVED THE ASK TO DRAFTS TO KEEP IT THERE N ONLY NOTICED NOW JFJDHDKDJ pls forgive me .. ill include ellie & abby tension over reader in the future i promise 🙏🙏

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“dina, i’m not going.”

you had no idea how many times you told her this, but you weren’t planning on changing your mind. you had gone to a few parties here and there, sure, but it wasn’t really your thing. you enjoyed going to them every once in a while to go out and loosen up, get your mind off of stress, but that was it. you weren't particularly crazy about it at the same level of other people your age, not even as much as dina, who’s considered a more casual partygoer. you had given her some excuse about having a project to work on, but the truth was, that wasn’t your concern. in fact, you didn’t have a project to work on at all. you made it all up. you even considered going to that party when dina first told you about it, but a few days later you overheard some classmates talk about how ellie williams out of all people would be going.

ellie ellie ellie. she drive you nuts for all the wrong reasons. you could tell she disliked you from the start, which that in itself made you dislike her as well. you wondered what you could’ve possibly done to anger her. but your dislike for her only grew when you realized just how irresponsible she was. she slept in, often came hungover to class, and yet she still scored the highest. even higher than you. and that really set you off. you had been an overachiever all your life, and all of a sudden some loser who doesn’t even put any effort into anything is beating you at everything. but most of all, it intrigued you a little more than it did anger you. you wished you could take a peek into her brain and see how the hell she managed to do it. your first thought was she copied answers off of people. seemed the most logical, right? but she was scoring the highest. how the hell could she score higher than anyone that she could even copy off of? hell, she even answered open-ended questions more detailed and well-written than you did. it didn’t make any sense. that’s the worst part of it all. you couldn’t even come up with a logical explanation as to how she could even do this.

little did you know, though, she was completely aware of your one-sided rivalry, and she found it adorable. she never tried to compete with you, but she thought it was hilarious watching you try so hard to compete with her. the first time she saw you, she was immediately drawn to you. your spotless image, valedictorian from your high school who had a perfect gpa and perfect test scores. you were perfect. but she wanted to see you crack. she wanted to see what was under all those layers (both figuratively and literally) and see what you were truly like. she knew you seeing her put in no effort into school yet still doing better than you would anger you. that’s exactly what she wanted. sure, she was in a way getting you to hate her, but it was a risk she was willing to take just to get a reaction out of you. and little did you know, you were attracted to her. and she was aware.

“come on, i don’t know why you’re acting like this all of a sudden,” dina whined. “you said you’d come along when i first told you about it.”

“i said i’d think about it,” you corrected her. “i’m just not really feeling it. besides i already told you i have this project to work on.”

“what’s it for?”

“it’s, uh..” you tried to come up with a lie on the spot. “it’s for calculus.”

“no way, we have a project in that class?” she asked, surprised, “i can’t believe i had no idea! when is it due?”

shit. you forgot you had that class with her.

“it’s for tomorrow, i think..” you kept going along with your lie.

“bullshit,” she laughed, “if we really had a project due tomorrow you would already have it done. and there’s no way i’d miss a project for that class!”

“fine,” you sighed, “i just needed an excuse so you’d leave me alone. but i really don’t want to go.”

“nope, because you lied you have to come.”

“why?!”

“because it’s fair!” she said, “besides, you definitely owe me one for going to that stupid concert with you the other day.”

you rolled your eyes. “you said you enjoyed it.”

“yeah, well, i lied. do you seriously think i’d ever like-“

“alright that’s enough!” you sighed. “i’ll go. but we are leaving early that night”

“deal.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

“dinaaa, hurry up!” you knocked on the bathroom door. the main downside of sharing an apartment with your best friend was the fact she took forever to get out of the bathroom. you both decided it would be a good idea, you found a nice complex near campus and the rent was almost the same as a dorm room, so it was a no-brainer.

“five minutes!” she yelled back. five minutes my ass, you thought. at least this time you thought ahead of time and got in there before her. your outfit wasn’t anything fancy, of course, but you still wanted to dress cute. you had a black tube mini-skirt and white baby tee, just something you threw on that was comfortable but still looked alright. you had struggled a little to decide what to wear, you didn’t want to stand out too much but you still for some reason wanted to impress ellie deep down. you just brushed this off as an unwanted thought and ignored it, but it continued to linger in your mind. why do i even care what she thinks of me? you asked yourself.

about fifteen minutes later, dina finally came out of the bathroom.

“you said five”

“well, i still look good, don’t i?” she jokingly posed.

“yeah, yeah, whatever. let’s get going.”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

if there was one thing you could absolutely not stand about house parties, it was the stench inside the house. god was it awful. half of these people were frat boys who didn’t know what deodorant was and had been sweaty all night, and all this mixed with the smell of alcohol just made matters worse. most of the people were inside the house enjoying the music and the drinks, but you simply hung outside with dina chatting while drinking out of those cliche red cups you see in movies. you really couldn’t wait to get out of there, but yet again, that little voice in the back of your head made you think about ellie. you thought it was good you didn’t see her, but at the same time, you wanted to see her. it was a strange feeling. you couldn’t tell if it was curiosity, intrusive thoughts, or attraction. whatever it was, there was no way it was the last option.

about an hour passed and you were starting to get bored. just as you were about to suggest to dina you leave, a group of 8-ish people came out of the house to the backyard. among them was ellie. the moment you saw her you realized just how attractive she is. you had never looked at her enough to tell, but now it was evident. now you were even more confused. but you simply told yourself you can think she’s attractive and not be attracted to her.

you were so lost in thought you didn’t even realize one of the guys was talking to you and dina had to hit you on the shoulder to get your attention.

“is this chick high or something?” one of them laughed.

“uh- no- sorry. just kinda pensive.” you tried your hardest to avoid eye contact with ellie, and luckily this time you managed to do so. it just would’ve made things way more awkward.

“anyway-“ one of the guys started. “we were thinking since none of us wanna be with those people inside the house, we could just do something else to have fun.”

“what’re you thinking?” dina asked.

“7 minutes in heaven.”

you and dina were both a little stunned. you would’ve thought about some other thing, but you decided to go along with it anyway. not like anything could go wrong.

you all sat in a circle, and one of them began explaining the rules.

“simple, you spin the bottle, whoever it lands on, you have to go in the shed for 7 minutes and do any romantic or sexual act. kissing, making out, having sex even. but there has to be some proof you did something. if you didn’t do anything in the 7 minutes or refused to do anything in the first place, you take a shot. everyone got it?”

everyone nodded, and the game began. most people took a shot, about half an hour of the game went by and not a single person had gone into the shed. you landed on a few of the guys and vice versa, and while most of them were totally down to go in the shed with you, you most definitely weren’t. you weren’t sure if it was just you imagining things, but you felt you saw the slightest bit of anger and jealousy in ellie’s eyes anytime the bottle landed on you and the guys wanted to go in the shed with you, and she was relieved any time you took a shot. you found it strange. why did it matter to her? but you were sure you were just making things up.

you were starting to feel more and more tipsy from the drinks, standing on the line between drunk and sober. you were self-aware enough to tell yourself to not have any more drinks. one more spin, you told yourself. that was it. you spun the bottle, and surprise surprise, it landed on none other than ellie herself.

there was an awkward silence for a moment. you didn’t know what to do. it would be super awkward if either one of you accepted and the other declined.

one of the guys broke the silence first. “sooo.. are y’all going in the shed or not?”

“depends on her.” ellie smirked.

your face got a little hot. a soft red tinted your cheeks and you nodded, accepting in the heat of the moment. you were sure it was just your drunk mind making the decisions for you, but it wasn’t. you were very aware of the decision you had just made. but it hadn’t hit you yet. not until she walked behind you into the shed and shut the door.

“didn’t think you were into me like that,” ellie broke the silence. “i always thought you hated me or somethin’.”

you didn’t really know what to say. you mumbled some nonsense trying to come up with something fast.

“do i make you nervous?” she asked.

“sort of..” you were able to respond.

“ohh, i see,” she interrupted. “you just pretended to hate me for whatever reason.”

“no!” you protested. “i wasn’t pretending- i mean, i don’t hate you, it’s just. ugh.”

you gave up on trying to explain yourself when you realized just how childish and irrational you acted. seriously, disliking someone for outperforming you at your big age? the more you thought about it, the more embarassed you were about it. was it the alcohol doing this to you? it was all so confusing.

“why’d you accept to come into the shed with me?”

you didn’t respond, just shrugged. you didn’t know. you must’ve woken up on the wrong side of bed or something. you were acting very irrational today, and it’s like someone else was making decisions for you.

you didn’t realize she had pretty much backed you against one of the walls of the small room until now. this feeling, that you couldn’t quite put a name on, was so sudden and so foreign. did you have feelings for her that you had just been pushing away all this time because of jealousy? if not, what the hell was it?

her hand wandered up your skirt, stopping right before reaching your cunt. she looked up at you as if asking for approval, and although you hesitated for a moment, it’s as if your body made the decision for you and you nodded.

she didn’t waste any time and dipped her hand in your panties, rubbing circles on your clit to tease you, causing you to whimper and moan softly.

“so classy and put together whenever i see you, but look at you right now,” she teased. “no one would ever think you’d be whimpering for me like this.”

you blushed and looked away in embarrassment. you didn’t get why that made you blush. so many thoughts were racing through your head, so many conflicting feelings. yet you didn’t try to pull away, even though you had many opportunities to do so.

her touches weren’t enough and you were starting to get desperate, causing you to lightly buck your hips back and forth trying to feel her more.

“oh? someone’s desperate,” she chuckled. “alright, princess, i’ll give you what you want.”

you weren’t sure what she meant by that or what she was planning to do, but, for whatever reason, you trusted her.

she pulled her hand out of your panties, making you whine at the lack of contact.

“don’t worry, baby,” she said, getting down on her knees, her face at the level of your cunt. “i’ll take care of you real good.”

she started pulling down your panties and threw them somewhere on the floor, motioning you to put your leg on her shoulder. you seemed hesitant, thinking your leg might be kind of heavy for her to support on her shoulder. but she assured you it’d be fine.

her mouth was now millimeters away from your cunt. “if it’s too much, tell me to stop.” she looked up at you. you nodded, a little scared, but you still wanted to trust her.

she gave a long lick along your slit to tease you, making you gasp from the contact. she started mercilessly licking and sucking on your clit a little more intensely than you’d like her to, but at the same time, you liked it. you couldn’t tell her to stop. whimpers and moans came out of your mouth, being all that could be heard inside the small room aside from the wet sounds of ellie’s mouth on your cunt. you struggled more and more each second to stand as your legs wobbled and trembled from the sensation. she slid a finger inside you with ease, thrusting it in and out of you at a rapid pace which made you struggle to contain your moans that you started trying so hard to conceal since they only kept getting louder and louder. you had only been in that shed for about 6 minutes, but you were already about to reach your climax. and ellie was aware of this. she sped up her pace a little more, slurping up your juices like it was nothing.

after a moment, she lifted your leg from her shoulder and held your arm while getting up to make sure you could stabilize your footing.

“you okay?”

you nodded, and suddenly you realized what had just happened. ellie williams ate you out. you let the girl you swore you hated so bad eat you out, and you enjoyed it. you didn’t know what was the most shocking; that she didn’t hate you too, that she was even attracted to you, that she wanted to eat you out, or that you just let her. you weren’t sure wether you regretted it or not.

“what, you’re surprised you liked it or something?” she laughed, as if she had read your mind.

you felt your cheeks tint a slight red, and looked away in embarrassment, confirming she was right.

“shut up.” you rolled your eyes, turning to leave, but she grabbed your arm and stopped you.

“listen,” she looked into your eyes. “if you want, we can just forget about this. we don’t have to tell ‘em what happened.”

you nodded, and you both awkwardly walked back to the circle.

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

when you sat back down, dina looked you up and down and giggled.

“why’re you looking at me like that?” you whispered to her.

“you think we’re dumb?” she giggled. “there’s a reason neither of you had to take a shot. like for example, your messy hair.”

you realized it was obvious, and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole right there. you had a lot of different feelings about what just happened, but the main one was embarrassment. it would’ve been one thing if it happened and you didn’t like it, but the fact that you enjoyed it was humiliating. not only did you like it, but you wanted more. you started to take a liking to her, and you hated that.

after about 15 more minutes, everyone got tired of the game and decided to end it. you and dina decided to just go home now, although it was a little early, since you hadn’t been enjoying yourselves much.

as you waited on the front lawn of the house for your uber to get there, you heard a voice calling from behind.

“dina!”

you both turned around and surprise surprise, it was ellie.

“what is it?”

“can i talk to your friend real quick?”

you and dina looked at each other, and you sighed and decided to talk to her. you thought it’ll be quick, and if anything, when the uber arrives you can use it as your get out of jail free card.

you walked over to her and she seemed to be abnormally tense.

“i just, uh. i wanted to ask if you were fine after all that.” she mumbled with a genuine expression on her face.

“ellie, it’s fine.” you sighed.

“are you sure?”

“yes, don’t worry about it. seriously.”

you thought that was it, but she clearly had something else on her mind.

“ellie, spit it out.”

“well, also,” she looked up at you, “i wanted to ask you for your number. i don’t think i’ve ever actually talked to you aside from today.”

you chuckled in disbelief at the audacity this girl had. clearly she knew you’d say no, and just wanted to rile you up. but you wouldn't give her that satisfaction, so you dropped the expression immediately and instead had a calm look on your face.

“maybe some other time, babe”

— 𓆩♥︎𓆪 —

A / N : u guys know i don’t rlly like adding notes at the end of my fics but i felt i must clarify the last sentence isn’t reader having a complete 180 change of personality all of a sudden rather just acting different than she was right before leaving to sort of leave ellie stunned if that makes sense but i didn’t know how to end it and clarify that eheh also i might make a part 2 of this after i finish my next fic and the part 2 to my other fic if u guys want it <3 also ONCE AGAIN english is not my first language i’m not completely fluent yet and i write as a way to practice ++ i don’t have a beta reader sooo if u guys find mistakes PLEASE let me know !! thx for reading <33

[whateveryouiguess]

idk if you take requests but!! i think reader and miguel getting a pet together would be super cute :> i wanna see mr anger issues calm down for once in his life cause of a cute puppy or something

HIII i’m still deciding if i wanna take requests but. i couldn’t NOT do this. like cmon. hope this does the trick anon 🫶🏼

el perro dinero.

Also known as: Miggy O’ Hara and his inability to tell you no ❤️

Pairing: Miguel O’ Hara x Reader

Word Count: abt 1.5k

Warnings: None :) just lots n lots of fluff, maybe improper grammar on the spanish (im not fluent yet, sorry native speakers. feel free to critique me!!!) Not beta’d, I tried to keep this one gender neutral, I don’t think I used any pronouns but if Y/N throws you off, I apologize :)

Sunday Afternoon.

“Absolutely not.” He didn’t even need a minute to think before the words left his lips.

“Miguel!” You draw out the syllables of his name in a whiny response. It was a decent question, honestly: the two of you had been together for a steady two years, going on three, and having just moved in together, the topic of “next steps” in your relationship was pretty fair game! Miguel had mentioned wanting a family before—very vaguely, but it was something you two had discussed—and it seemed like the present was a good time to make those kind of choices together. Despite his hope for your future together, he had been vehemently against the idea since you first brought it up, but you couldn’t understand why! Maybe he’d had bad experiences in the past, or he just wasn’t that kind of person? Or maybe he had an allergy you’d never heard about?

“Amor, we can not get a dog.” He slices open the tape seal of the box in front of him, leaning his elbows against the countertop as he unpacks it. “We’ve just moved in, rent here is already ludicrous…” he rambles as he unpacks thin stemmed wine glasses from the neatly packed box. You sit across from him at the bar, admiring the view of his messy hair and black wife beater against his amber skin, cheeks rosy from all the back and forth from moving vans. The love of your life—too stubborn to use a dolly, like you suggested—stacking empty boxes on the kitchen floor and using words like “ludicrous” to describe the best idea you’ve ever had. “Neither of us are home often enough to take care of a puppy-“

“We don’t have to get a puppy!” You suggest enthusiastically. He quirks an eyebrow and fights a smile at your excitement. “We’ll adopt a grown dog, maybe we’ll find one who’s already trained. You know, a lot of people forfeit perfectly behaved dogs just because they-“

“Amor.” He walks around the kitchen island to ground your shoulders with two big hands. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words are stolen by the pang in his heart at the disappointment in your eyes. The same eyes he’d spend hours gazing into without a care in the world, hearts full and minds at ease. The hopeful eyes he’d have to let down easy.

“We’re not…Not right now, honey.” His voice is kind and quiet, but to the point. “I’m sorry.” He squeezes your shoulders tightly as you sigh in disappointment. Walking back to his station by the sink, he slides a few glasses into the kitchen cabinet and continues speaking. “Possibly in a few months, if we’re stable enough and we have the time-“

“Really?” Your tone perks up immediately. His back shakes a bit, laughing at your excitement.

“Possibly. It’s possible. Don’t make any plans just yet.” He presses a kiss to the side of your head, walking towards your shared bedroom. “Póngase sus zapatos,” he pulls a light jacket on over his shoulders, sliding a pair of sunglasses onto the neckline of his tank top. “Let’s go find some lunch.”

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Friday Evening.

Since moving in with you, Miguel has quickly grown fond of the ends of his days. Taking his new route to his new home, hopping the steps up to the third floor two at a time. Mind exhausted from a long day at work, heart pulling his body through the hall to you, like a Looney Tune drawn euphorically to a pie in a window. The sound of the key twisting the lock mechanism is like a Pavlov bell, and before he’s even opened the door, he knows the treat of your arms is waiting for him behind it. This time, however, when he swings the mahogany door open, he’s not flooded with the soothing scent of your favorite candle, or pulled into your sweet embrace: he’s greeted with an empty living room, and darkness.

“Amor?” He calls out, toeing off his loafers at the door, placing his jacket over the back of the sofa. “Estás en casa?” He says quieter, padding through the house in search of you. All is quiet in the apartment until he reaches the shallow hall leading to your bedroom. His blood freezes at the faint sound of crying, high pitched and seemingly pained. Bounding to the door, footsteps heavy and shaken, he swings open the bedroom door to find you hunched over on the floor, and he can only imagine the worst has happened. Although, now that he’s closer the sound of the crying, its much more high pitched than he knows your voice to sound. When he hears you mumbling over the crying, he knows he’s severely misunderstood the situation.

“Honey?” he calls quietly. Your whip your neck around and see him standing in the doorway, concerned and disheveled in his work clothes. The sight of your red face kills him, you look as though you’ve been crying. His eyes travel to your lap and finds the source of all the noise, and his tightly knit eyebrows unravel in realization. In your lap sits a small, shivering puppy, whining as you try to wipe its eyes clean with a wet rag.

“I—I didn’t…” you stutter. With the conversation you two had been having a few days prior, you didn’t want it to seem like you’d gone against the decision you both had made . Miguel figured from the size of the pup that he couldn’t have been even a month old, and was almost certainly betrayed on the side of the road somewhere. On the streets at that age, it would’ve either been left for dead or found by someone soft hearted enough to give them a second chance. “He was all alone, he was hurt,” you sniffle as Miguel kneels beside you. “I know you said no, and I’m sorry, but I…” the desperation in your eyes is enough to make him wish he’d never denied you. “I couldn’t just leave him there.” You’ve started to cry, really cry, and even with the stress of the situation, he can’t help but curl his arms around your shoulders and hold you as tightly to him as he can. “I’m really sorry, baby.”

“Hey, no, amor. None of that.” Miguel rubs his palms up and down your arms to soothe you, careful to avoid the sad babe between your legs. “It’s…it’ll be okay. Alright? It’s okay.” He lets go of you and leans back to get a good look at the puppy. He was a little thing, no doubt the runt of his litter, but still a bit fluffy. His fur was matted and dark, the spots you’d wiped clean a few shades of brown lighter than the rest of him. Even with his staunch, no dog policy, the puppy’s floppy ears and pointed nose pulled gently on his heart strings. she watches intently as you siphon water into the little guys mouth, dabbing a drop onto your finger, then letting him lick it off. Miguel couldn’t help but smile at how the little thing preened under your touch, hoisting itself up into the palm of one of your hands, gathering more of your warmth. The love that radiates from your eyes is almost motherly, and he knows it’s love at first sight for you two. Leave it to his lover to help the lonely pup—a helpless wret in their time of need, no home to return to and no means to make anew. Left behind, forgotten, just in need of a little love. Sounds familiar, Miguel thinks to himself. The puppy wanders across your leg towards Miguel’s territory, and as soon as he presses a small paw onto his thigh, a switch is flipped for him, his hand shooting out to help the puppy climb. Mierda. He’s silent as he scoops the baby up with one hand, inspecting it like a broken package. The sweet little eyes peering back at him dismiss the perma-scowl on his face.

“He kinda looks like you, Mig.” You observe humorously, your perception of the strong, frightening man as “cute” still baffling to him. He scoffs out a laugh and sighs, gaze never leaving the puppy wriggling in his hands.

“How much is pet rent?” He says dryly. You snap your head towards him, a new hope awakened in your eyes. He pretends not to see it, smug as always.

“Are we keeping him?” You ask timidly. Miguel sets the dog back down between your legs, it’s stubby little tail wagging ferociously, shaking his entire rear, as if in understanding. Miguel smiles slightly as he repeats himself.

“How much is pet rent?”

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THIS WAS FUNNN 🤭🤭 I imagined the puppy to be a norwegian elk hound but if you imagined something else, lmk in the comments!! im curious lol :)

[sugudoe]

HIIIIII i love your work and i wanted to try out the matchmaking prompt you have ok here’s my description:

I am 5,10 (yes tall i know) i have brown eyes, freckles and i’m black and colombian. I speak fluent french and spanish. I have heterochromia ( my right eye is green) I also have a beauty mark on my upper lip.

As for my personality….

I like to think i’m very funny, i can’t really take anything seriously, i laugh a lot usually not in the best situations. And despite what i just said i usually don’t like talking to people because i get very easily irritated sometimes( it really just depends) I LOVE to sleep, and it’s actually kind of bad sometimes because i’ll literally sleep until someone wakes me up. I have a major sweet tooth and could seriously eat candy for the rest of my life but i also really like to work out. Ummm im lowkey broke ngl i’m too lazy to work and if i do get money i spend it within like 2 days of having it. and uhhh that’s all!

(also ignore my shit punctuation sorry)

you seem like the prettiest person ever, hello??? also i had three matches for you being geto, gojo and toji, but nanami came and was like “nah.”

•⁀➷ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. . . ﹫ 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 ៹ ༉‧₊

kento could try and lie to himself, that what called his attention was your strength to beat a stitched curse — shooting through the air during his mission, landing right in front of him. blood covered your skin, yet you were majestical to him. when you fixed your attention on him, eyes shinning with mischief, you winked and said to him “are you alright, mon coeur?”

he disguised it all with a dinner date, as gratitude for saving his life in shibuya. later, he showed you how grateful he could actually be.

nanami finds himself devoted very quickly. there are certain personality traits you have he could not accept so easily. see, sometimes you act like satoru, and he doesn’t like that very much. still, he loves you even more. still, it’s you, the one that does no wrong in his eyes.

so, in the middle of it all, dazed inside a mist of love and passion, he finds himself coming out of his trance in the most baffling moments. for example, after giving you all the candies you wish, it’s like a mind link, you crave and he grants. nanami snorts half way through the bag when he realized it’s the fourth day in a row he has been spoiling you.

“why are you laughing, mi amor?” silk voice with sprinkled sour candy, you smile lovingly and he stares back the same way.

“i love you, just that.”

how easy it is for kento to indulge you in whatever you wish. yet, he knows he has to put his foot down, so here comes the balance. candies are only for the weekends or after lunch, and only fifteen minutes naps are allowed (you take four a day).

god, nanami loves to wake you up. sleepy eyes, groggy expressions and mumbles. he kisses the dreams away, bringing you back from slumber with more energy than ever.

truth is, nanami doesn’t mind your bad habits if only he is the one to keep you balanced. he would never, in a million years, cut your things off, instead he adores your sparky eyes and tongue tinted with bubblegum, to come home and catch you cuddled up on the couch, wearing his clothes and sleeping waiting for him to get you from dreamland. and like a knight and a romantic, he gets you. he’ll always get you.

──── 𓇼 ° ⋆ FUN FACTS ᵎᵎ

۫ ּ ﹗nanami’s favorite sounds come from you — your voice and laugh, he often loses his composure and laugh with you as well. is quite a sight for those who aren’t used to seeing even a single smirk from him.

۫ ּ ﹗nanami buys everything you need, and slowly he helps you to deal with this desire to waste it all, mostly because you’re not wasting yours but instead his. nanami is rich, i don’t make the rules.

۫ ּ ﹗you can get irritated with him sometimes, but never long enough. he can sense the atmosphere changing and come home with a bouquet and a box of chocolate. you both much rather shit talk about others than fight each-other.

۫ ּ ﹗you go quiet, he goes. you tell geto and gojo to eat shit, nanami makes sure they do. he is a simp, trying hard to pretend it’s all under control, but he falls for your antics so easily. the biggest supporter!

۫ ּ ﹗teach him all the languages you know, he learns easily and loves to call you “mi vida” or “chérie

[sombrathedragon]

I think it’s finally time I do one of these..

Hey there! I’m Sombra :]

I’m Pansexual and Genderfluid! (Questioning demiromantic?)

Im a female and a Minor! and go by She/Her but idc if you use He/him or They/them :3

I mainly draw and do art about my interests but I also reblog SO MUCH stuff sooo yeah :}

Feel free to tag/mention me in ANYTHING, I really don’t care!

I use a BUNCH of emoticons and emojis (ex: :D :] :3..) So you will see those a lot if I’m talking and not being super serious about a topic 😁

OBSESSIONS:

The colored ones are my current obsessions!1!1 The rest are things I either just like a little or I’ve had a past obsession of them :)

Wings of Fire! Also Greek mythology (TSOA, EPIC the Musical, The Iliad and The Odyssey are the main parts of the obsession if that makes sense) I also love the Hades games! Musical theater and theater in general, (Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, Little shop of Horrors, Beetlejuice are all the big ones that I’ve watched/bootlegged :3), Hazbin hotel. + Helluva boss (I don’t support Vivziepop.), Critters? (Like animals and little creatures and stuff), Science! (Specifically like biology and genetics, that intrigues me :3) I’m also getting back into Creatures of Sonaria and I also love Pressure! There’s probably much more but these are the main ones :pppp

I’ve officially made 6 online moots/friends/people and 3 irl friends listen to EPIC and become part of the winion family, and I don’t plan on stopping any time soon 😈😈

KINS:

Literally the entire Arc 2 Protags from Wings of Fire

Cricket from Wings of Fire

Achilles from Hades (shh just trust me with this one guys)

Zagreus from Hades

SOCIALS:

My YouTube is SombraTheDragon and ermmm yeah that’s it. I have a Pinterest but I like make nothing on there sooo uh yeah (◐‿◑)

TAGS:

I reblog a lot of things sooo use these tags to actually look for (some) things that are mine !! :3

Art: #Sombra arts (me)

Talking about things: #Sombra yaps (me)

Inbox messages: #Sombra inbox (me)

Oc info: #Sombra thath (me)

Things that actually made me laugh: #made me chuckle made me giggle

(Most of) My witty banter with my alter ego: #alter ego

Things I like to save :3: #Saving this !!

EXTRA INFO!:

I’m a Capricorn!! Birthday is Jan 6. Erm I speak Chinese, no where close to fluent whatsoever but I still can say a little :> Im also learning Spanish !!I’m like 25% Italian and 20% Ukrainian, very little German, (all of that is on my dad’s side !!) REST IS AMERICAN BABY 🦅🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🎆🎆🎆🎇🎆, I collect snowglobes! ( currently have some from Minnesota, Vermont, Connecticut, North Carolina, Rome, and then a bunch of other random ones :ppp) I can write somewhat of good stories! My favorite animals are literally anything that’s not a mammal (I mean I do like bats :3), but I do have a soft spot for Corvids, Kakapos, and Secretary Birds :] I have 1 dog, 2 cats, and a medium amount of fish!1!1!1 🐠 🐠🐟🐠 I’m a ambivert, And I have never gone outside the U.S.A 🥲

Anyways have fun looking at my blog!!1!1!! 😁😁😁😁

[average-emo-enigma]

Intro post!!!

she/her/he

Mostly fluent in Spanish but DONT overestimate me lmao

Unlabled

Atheist

I like to present masc sometimes

ASKS OPEN :3

Send me asks for photos of gerard way you want me to make a compilation of!!!!!!! Like “gerard way revenge era” or “Gerard way with red makeup” idk. But please nothing sexual, I prefer calling him pretty lol. If you bodyshame Gerard I will get fucking mad, he’s recovered from an eating disorder.

BOUNDARIES:

Im a minor and even if I wasn’t I still wouldn’t want you to be a fucking weirdo. Im lonely asf but not really looking for anything beyond a friendly acquaintance on the internet, just fyi, cuz I don’t trust people✨✨ I block freely and will not be offended if you block me. I’m only comfortable with a limited amount of sexual talk, definitely nothing explicit.

If you think I’ve done something bad lmk, I have moral ocd and wanna be a good person

I sometimes talk about NSFW stuff but it’s pretty limited

Fandoms I’m a part of but don’t post about frequently:

Lavendertowne

Buzzfeed Unsolved/Watched (they are my IDOLS)

Trollhunters

SuperCarlinBrothers

The original Mean Girls

Six of Crows

Over the Garden Wall

Macdoesit

Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

Cinemasins (to an extent)

Cinema Therapy

Seamus Gorman

Studio C

Monty Python and the Holy Grail

Stranger Things (I’m 100% a Byler shipper)

La Casa de Las Flores

THE MAGNUS ARCHIVESSSSS

[gaybd1]

I think it is so incredibly important for people in my profession and in general to remember how much education and imperialism/colonialism have historically been and continue to be integrated together

Especially with how unethical the English teaching industry is in East Asia, just a few examples being

the widespread hiring of completely unqualified dumbasses just because of their white skin, who actually know nothing about education and can end up harming students in all sorts of ways

widespread “No [native language]!” rules that are not properly enforced or explained, creating a sense of shame in students for using their native language

unregulated preschool/kindergartens that ignore developmental stages and principles in favor of shoving a second or third language down a kid’s throat before they’ve even had time to master their native language(s)

This is a real solid business and there’s not a direct solution to any of these problems because the reality is that English has become this Global Language and parents WANT their kids to learn it, im just pointing out the problems with the industry

I’ve mentioned before how I intentionally don’t participate in this and also refuse to take jobs that “teach English” for these reasons. Instead I teach IN English to kids who are already fluent. A lot of my current students split their time between here and the UK/US/Canada or have mixed parentage or some similar situation. They all attends regular public school classes in Mandarin as well so they aren’t missing out in anything I like to consider important cultural knowledge.

And even in my school we still use these DAMN Anerican curriculums which aren’t even relevant

Today we did a reading about America’s westward expansion, pioneers, the Oregon Trail, etc. the students had a great time learning that history but at the same time when I tried to ask them how they can apply this knowledge to Taiwan (something no other teachers at the school ever even do, sadly) they didn’t even know enough about it.

They could answer what basic groups lived in North America all along and some major groups that settled and colonized there. They could identify some main Indigenous groups in Taiwan too but couldn’t give me any history of its settlement (like basic stuff how the Hakka people came from Guandong, the Hoklo came from Fujian, and Tainan was the first major city)

And I’m just sitting here thinking like

Even in my “better” “more ethical” situation, because of this curriculum kids still know way more irrelevant information about the US than their own country and none of the other teachers at this school even TRY to fill in the gaps with more localized Social Studies lessons….

Bummer stuff

[moonrybread]

QSMP Character Duos as songs by Filipino Artists for Filipino American History Month!

just for funsies! I only did a few for now, but I'm still working on more! if there's a specific character dynamic/duo you want, just lmk!! Songs are linked and I highly recommend all of them! translations might be slightly off bc im not that fluent but I certainly tried, haha

edit: pt2 :D

Tina & Bagi - Mabagal, Moira Dela Torre & Daniel Padilla, 2019 (X)

Gusto kitang isayaw nag mabagal

(I want to dance with you, slowly)

Hawak-kamay, pikit-mata 

(Holding hands, closed eyes)

Sumasabay sa musicaka

(To the beat of the music)

Gusto kitang isayaw nag mabagal

(I want to dance with you, slowly)

Cellbit & Roier - Ride home, Ben&Ben, 2017 (X)

So many questions, I’ve thrown to the skies

And all of the answers, I’ve found in your eyes

When I’m with you, home is never too far. 

And my weary heart has come rest in yours (I found my way home) 

Fit & Pac - Waltz of Four Left Feet, Shirebound and Busking, 2019 (X)

Hindi ko yata tanggap ang buhay

(I don’t think I can accept a life)

Kung sa'n 'di ko mahawakan ang iyong kamay

(Where I can’t hold your hand)

Handa 'kong harapin ka, walang katiyakan

(I’m prepared to face you without knowing the possibitly)

Kahit na takot sa maaring kasagutan

(Even if I’m scared of what your answer may be)

Tubbo & Fred - tyl, Kakie, 2019 (X)

Maybe I was afraid I would lose you painfully

But you’d tell me everyday otherwise, so in time I believed

Maybe your promises downed out all those other noise

Convinced me we’d last forever, we were crazy true young lovers (or were we?)

Slime & Mariana - ERE, Juan Karlos, 2023 (X)

Hm, 'di ba? Nakakaputang ina

(Oh, what now? Motherfucker-)

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo

(We took off together, and you’ve left me)

Oh, 'di ba? Pinagmukha mo 'kong tanga

(Oh, what else? You’ve made me look like an idiot.) 

Tayo'y lumilipad, at ako'y iniwan mo sa ere, ere, ere

(We took off together, and you left me in the air, air, air) 

Slime & Codeflippa - Everything but Mine, Schronoa, 2023 (X)

You tell me that you’re lucky and I wish I knew 

What that felt like too, but I know that I am lucky with you

Still I know I cannot even dare to think about it here

There’s no place for me to care, you are everything but mine 

Quackity - Asan Ka Na Ba, Zack Tabudlo, 2022 (X)

Magtitiwala ba sa sinasabing tadhana?

(Will I really believe in those who say “destiny”)

Pa'no ba naman maniniwala?

(How can I even believe in it)

Kung kahit sa'n tumingin

(If no matter where I look)

Ang daming nahuhulog sa isa't isa

(So many people are falling for each other)

Ba't sa'kin ay wala?

(Why not [for] me?)

[lqfiles]

no dude bc… i didn’t see anything wrong with jaehyun announcing his surprise performance until after renjun said something… 🧍🏻‍♀️also the way haechan calls y/n sweetheart heh… hehehe like he’s such an asshole but he’s a hot asshole 😭😭

waittt what’s your mother tongueee? (and yes, Spanish is a bit hard but once you have a hang of it and practice, it’s easy. my non-spanish friends would have me teach them words in spanish, and they managed to learn surprisingly

but 9k words is crazy!! especially since it was my first time writing something that long (i was a wattpad writer first before coming here and i only wrote 1k chapters) and oh! a jaemin fic? 🤭 your brain just pops offffff

i managed to get one of my fics at 28k and omg i was going crazy, so good luck to you!! you’re gonna do so great i can’t wait for more of your works, you talented human being 🫶🏼

you’re so talented spare some talent bc the way you just… do everything, IM IN LOVEEEE lemme tuck your stories to bed, give them a nice warm cup of milk (and cookies) and just give em a kiss on the forehead

- 🫧

(cut bella’s nails today and when we finished, i tried taking a picture and she got mad at me 😔 she also ate a strawberry)

(yooo omg i forgot but ALSO dude… lemme tell you… there’s this woman that walks her dog to train him and im all for it like huge respect for her bc she’s done a good job from what ive seen, but she glares at me every time i pick up Bella bc bella doesn’t bark, she just stares until they make friends with her so i pick her up just to be respectful to the lady and her dog she’s training. but she glares at me every single time and i wanna compliment her dog but she scares me 😭)

haechan is so old man coded its quite endearing, i honestly wouldn’t have seen anything wrong with it either if it was a real tweet lmao. haechan is just a taunting little bastard.. but in an endearing way.

my mother tongue is a form of arabic but i never grew up in a country that speaks its so i’m not fluent in it at all 😓 i AM fluent in dutch tho :3 i feel like if i really committed to it, i would be able to get somewhat fluent at spanish in 2 months

SEEMS LIKE BEINF A WATTPAD WRITER WAS AN EXPERIENCE FOR EVERYONE LOLLL but yeah you truly don’t realise how much 9k is until you try to reread your work and you’re like “daaaamn i wrote a LOT.” the jaemin fic … god knows when that will get released, i’m kinda stuck on it now so we will see 😣 I CAN ONLY DREAM OF EVER REACHING 28K BRO how long does proofreading that even take?? because i know it takes me like 3 hours to finish a 20k plus fic.. YOURE AWESOME FR..

you’re so cute plsss i want to tuck YOU into bed and kiss your forehead.. will you let me?

that’s strange but maybe she is just wary of your dog, still that’s WEIRD like can’t we be welcoming? you’re both dog owners you should be bonding.. i think you should encourage bella to become friends with the dog so you have an excuse to compliment her dog, like give bella a liiiiitle push towards the dog and hope for the best lolll also her being mad at you made me chuckle, she behaves like a such a child 😭

[a-pop-of-korean]

how long should i study korean everyday? im a full-time student btw!!!

Hello! So sorry for the wait. Your daily amount of study time will depend on your own schedule. I’m also a full-time student, but have taken a Korean course for three semesters, so I had my study time built into my schedule. I would also use the app Drops everyday for 5 minutes. That was basically it.

Before I started college, I just studied Korean to the extent that I could, meaning during my free time. I didn’t really push myself to study everyday, hence why I’ve been studying for so long and still am not fluent lol. But as for you, I think the time you study per day depends on your resources and goals. For me, I didn’t super have goals aside from being able to understand my favorite music. Later on, though, I became motivated to study more regularly when I was enrolled in a class and preparing to go to Korea.

If you don’t have a lot of time, the Drops app is a good way to practice vocabulary in a short amount of time. If you do have more time, setting aside maybe 30 minutes to an hour per day might be helpful. You can also vary your time: maybe some days you study for just 5 minutes but for longer on others. This might help preventing yourself from burning out and allow you to be more flexible.

I don’t really see over an hour being useful—that seems like diminishing returns to me (especially as a full-time student; you don’t have that kind of time!). But everyone is different! I just prioritize quality over quantity. See what works for you!

Apologies for the wait and if my response wasn’t super useful, but I hope you did get something out of it! Thanks for the question! 화이팅!

[gemsofgreece]

im looking forward to studying Modern Greek language and culture at university, and simply love your blog. i have fallen in love with this mysterious beauty! which parts of Greek culture, whether it be literature, art, history, schools of thought, anything at all, would you recommend me to look at in further depth? something less talked about, or more niche perhaps? much love x

Ohhh wishing you the best in your future studies! Hoping you will have a great time!

Some recs of things I personally enjoy from the Modern Greek culture, they are subjective, I have mentioned most before, so I am technically playing the broken record again!

Entechno, Rembetiko and classic Laiko music genres. Check the composers Mikis Theodorakis, Manos Hatzidakis, Markos Vamvakaris, Vassilis Tsitsanis and Stavros Xarhakos as a start. But I doubt you won’t learn about them through your studies anyway.

Domenikos Theotokopoulos (El Greco) is my favourite artist but a lot of modern(er) Greek art is very interesting actually

Alexandros Papadiamantis, Nikos Kazantzakis in literature

Erotokritos, both the poetry and the music and all its folk impact

Odysseus Elytis, Giannis Ritsos, Constantine Cavafy and Nikos Kavvadias poetry

I can’t not say the Greek Revolution but I doubt you can escape it in your studies anyway. Also the Axis Occupation Resistance, the Pontic Greek genocide and the population exchange with Turkey. But you will learn about all this, I believe. Check also about the civil war, which I am not sure they will teach you about at length. And the military junta.

Ioannis Kapodistrias and Eleftherios Venizelos as political profile studies. Check out those of Konstantinos Karamanlis and Andreas Papandreou as well if you are interested in politics, not because they were anywhere near as great as the former two but to explore the unbelievable impact they still have in Greek society.

Doesn’t matter if you are Christian or not, I really like Byzantine ecclesiastical music and architecture from an aesthetical standpoint so I recommend

Byzantine and Modern Greek folk fashion

Check out Georgios Gemistus Plethon, the Byzantine Greek Neoplatonic philosopher

Would I deviate if I just said Byzantine history? Oh well. It’s fascinating to explore the “relics” of Byzantium in the collective Modern Greek conscience.

Easter and Carnival traditions, their origins, historical evolution and practice today

Golden age cinema comedies (50s - 70s)

Watch the Island once you can understand Greek well (if you don’t already) or find English subtitles. It’s such a perfect and accurate window to Greek ethos in the first decades of the 20th century

Watch TV comedies of the 90s and 00s.

That might be harder to explore but I like the significance of Epitheórisi (Revue) as a theatrical genre in Greece. In general, check the tradition and huge presence of satire and satire comedians in Modern Greek society. Political correctness has made satire shrink drastically but I think it has an interesting history throughout the 20th century and first years of the 21st.

If you are interested in a school of thought, check out the work of the philosopher Cornelius Castoriadis (1922-1997)

If you don’t speak Greek yet, some of the recs are more niche than others and you will probably have to wait to be somewhat fluent in Greek before you can explore them properly. But music, art, philosophy… you can start with these. As for the history, you can also start, but make sure to also read Greek historiography once you know Greek better because… well.

[rist-ix]

OMG ✨YOU✨ REPOSTED MY ART WORK?!?!? QUPVSLADCKPXNXO OH MY GOD!!!

The person who wrote my favourite BloomxValtor fanfic??? IM GONNA CRY NOW.

I saw ✨SPARKED✨ on another website but ao3. It was a translation of your work. I'm gonna be honest, I didn't like it at first, because of the translation. But then I saw an original!!! I WAS IMPRESSED!! The translation I saw wasn't even close to your work.. and I felt bit disappointed because of that. I had feeling that the translation I saw was just a piece of Google translate.

So, the question I want to ask:

What do you think about the translations of your works? Maybe you are positive about that, but I just wanted to ask you, do you know that someone is translating your fanfic?

And once again, I really feel honoured of you reposting my art 🥹

(*reblogged! I reblogged art!! No art theft here folks!)

AAAAAH thank you so much! That means a lot to me! Also it's hilarious how everybody knows everyone here, this fandom really is a village lol. Your art deserves every word of praise btw, it's GORGEOUS.

I'm sorry to hear that about the translation. The only languages I’m really fluent in are German and English, I can’t really judge writing in any other language. And I’m more than flattered anyone would invest all that time and effort to translate something I wrote, so I'm alright if it’s a little flawed. Not gonna lie tho, you preferring the original version still kinda strokes my ego a little :3

I'm not sure what translation - or even what language - you've read, so I can’t speak for that one, but so far I've given like, two or three people permission to translate Sparked, into Russian and Portuguese I think. If there's a version in another language, I'm not aware of it. In general I’m very happy when people want to translate my fics, as long as they ask beforehand and link back to my ao3 for the original. With the internet changing the way it is though, I am worried about how that's gonna be in the future. This fandom is tiny so it’s not like there's a lot of potential for like, content farms or anything, but I don’t want to give a blanket permission I’d end up regretting.

So my general feeling about translations is pretty positive! With slight anxiety for the future.