#Yes we know you want us to buy silver

[14cookiesinajar]

Discovered the Destiny 2 pathfinder and this is why I stopped playing for 6 months. Every single change they make just complicates everything further when nobody asked for it.

[anonymousicecream]

Yes Daddy (Ningning x M Reader)

Day 15: Daddy Kink

"Ning Yizhuo, to my office please." You called your assistant, who is currently having a chat with her college friends who also happens to be your employees. It took a few minutes before Yizhuo entered the office, walking in front of your table and standing there.

"How may I help you sir?" Yizhuo asked.

You reached for your wallet on the table and opened it, grabbing your silver credit card and gave it to her. "I have a dinner gala with Mr Lee tonight. I want you to come with me. Go buy a dress, Watkins will drive you to a shop of your choice."

"Alright sir,' she replied before she starts going around the table, heading towards you, 'anything else I need to do?" She sits on your lap as she asks the question, spreading her hips open. "You know what to do." Yizhuo smirked as she leaned in to kiss you.

You replied the kiss, exclusively using your lips before she tilts her head and poke her tongue out, meeting your lips. "Mmmhhhh not patient eh?" You ask her as you opened your mouth, allowing her access to your tongue as well, meeting the two together as the kiss intensified. "We don't have much time." Yizhuo replied, before moving her kisses down onto your neck.

As her kisses continue, she starts unbuttoning your trousers, before lowering them as well as your pants, exposing your hard cock. This allows her to start grinding her wet core on your cock, rubbing it against her clit multiple times. "W-Wait, we don't have condoms." You said. Yizhuo groaned before she got up, kneeling in front of you as she hovered her mouth over your cock, opening it to let saliva drop onto your cock, stroking it well to get it even harder.

"Just put it in your mouth will you?" Yizhuo rolled her eyes before she puts your cock in her mouth, letting half of it inside before she starts hollowing her cheeks. She then lift her mouth off your cock before sucking it again, this time deeper by a bit. She repeat this a few times before she managed all of your cock inside her mouth, which is when she starts using her tongue to suck and lick the underside of your cock. "Mmmhhhh fuck Yizhuo that feels good." You groan, while holding her cheeks to caress as well as control her pace.

Her pace soon turned from soft and slow to hard and fast, increasing her bobbing pace, while also hollowing her mouth even more. As a "test", you decided to push her head onto your cock as deep as possible, pushing your cock deep into her throat, making her gag, before she surprisingly continued licking your cock. It took a few more seconds before she started gagging more, tapping your thighs to let her know she's suffocating, before you stopped, letting her gasp for air.

"You asshole." Yizhuo huffed. "I know, just make me cum." Yizhuo then continued sucking your cock, this time while also rubbing her tits, making her moan. This caused her to moan on your cock, exhaling warm breathes onto your cock, getting you closer to your orgasm. The final nail in the coffin was when she cupped your balls while also sucking your cock, making you cum as you held her head stable before thrusting deep into her mouth as you spurt your load into her throat.

"MMMHHHHH MMMMMHHHHH MMMMMMHHHHH" Her groans were heard clearly as your load fills her throat. It took a few loads before her mouth starts overflowing, shown by the fact that your cum started leaking out of her mouth and onto her lips and cheeks. "Mmmhhhh." You groaned as you finished cumming, pulling your cock out of her mouth. "Open your mouth." Yizhuo opened her mouth, showing your load inside her mouth. "Swallow it for daddy." Yizhuo then swallow it all, before moaning in pleasure, enjoying your load. "Daddy's load taste the best." "Of course. Now go with Watkins, I'll see you at your place tonight." You said as Yizhuo left your office.

(Later that night)

Throughout the whole day, especially after Yizhuo sucked you off, you wondered about the status of your relationship with her. Sure, she started off as your rival in class, at school. However, as time progresses, you couldn't ignore the fact that she's something else, her beauty is unique compared to others, and her body proportions are to your preferences. You also discovered the fact that the two of you are two horny teenagers. Hence, that made you decide to give her a proposition to become 'fuck buddies'. The two of you will help pleasure each other, and in return, you'll help her progress to achieve her dreams as an executive in Park & Co, your family-owned business.

What started off as a harmless sexual favor for two rivals turned to be something more as you two started adding 'flavor' into your bedroom activities. However, one 'flavor' the two of you couldn't ignore is her love of being praised, and calling her sexual partners 'daddy', which is why she has been calling you 'daddy' until now.

However, your recent revelations of her sexual activities besides you have put you in a tight spot. You want to make her exclusively for your use only, while she apparently desires being used by other guys (and girls) as well. You do know that if you want to make her exclusively yours, it will have to take a lot of convincing, as well as commitment from yourself.

This is a part of the reason why you're here, in front of her apartment door, ringing the door bell, wearing a black suit while holding a bouquet of roses.

"Oh! Mr Park! Please, come in. Yizhuo's just getting changed." Yizhuo's roommate, Kim Minjeong, also an employee at your company, greeted you. "Oh, of course Ms Kim." You said as you entered the apartment. You then sat on the couch while Minjeong went into a room, which you presume is Yizhuo's.

"S-Sorry for making you wait." You turned your head to the source of the voice and the sight in front of you took your breathe away.

"M-Ms Ning, it's alright,' You said as you stand up, before giving her the flower, 'it's for you." You saw Yizhou blush before accepting the flower, putting it on the woodfire before she grabs your hands as the two of you left her apartment for the gala, which happens to be held at the Grand Hyatt Seoul, which is one of the hotels you own.

Once you arrived at the event, the two of you greeted the guests before you gave an opening speech. As the night goes on, the two of you would part ways as she interacts with her peers while you continue greeting the guests.

However, a moment that turned your mood that night was when Yizhuo was getting handsy with another businessman you knew. You started discreetly moving closer to her, guiding the guests you greet towards her, allowing you to overhear what she says. "Join me Ms Yizhuo. Be my assistant." Your grip on the champagne glass tighten as you heard the offer. You greeted the last of your guests before turning your attention to Yizhuo and the businessman.

"Sorry Mr Kim, but my girlfriend and I have other activities to attend to. See you later." You said as you held Yizhuo's hands, guiding her away from the bar and THE guy, heading towards the elevator. Once inside, she starts asking you questions but you "covered" your ears, ignoring her questions. Once the elevator dinged, you guide her into your penthouse, guiding her into your room.

You pushed her against the door, leaning in to kiss her aggressively. It took her a few seconds to reply to the kiss, but when she did, you knew it's gonna be a wild one. You let her win the tongue battle as she took control of the kiss. However, you indeed surprised her by lifting her up, making her shriek as you moved your kisses down onto her cleavage. You unhook the strap on her dress, lowering them and exposing a black lace bra she had.

Her bra was off and her dress were around her midriff by the time you laid her down on the bed. "F-Fuck me daddy. P-Please." Ningning beg, and for the first time ever, you decide to not waste any time. You got up and reached for the bedside table, grabbing a box of condoms and throwing it on the bed next to Yizhuo. You then strip yourself naked before getting on Yizhuo, reaching under her panties to take them off, raising her dress onto her hips before you reach for the condoms.

To your surprise, she threw the condoms away. "I need your cock raw." "What's that babygirl?" "I said, I need your cock raw, daddy." "Good girl." With that, you thrust deep into her, earning a loud moan from her. You didn't allow her time to adjust to your size as you start thrusting hard and deep inside her. You put your hands on her hips, allowing her to stabilize herself. In return, she helped by wrapping her legs around your thighs, letting you get deeper inside her.

It took a few more minutes before you hit her g-spot, earning a loud moan and hard scratch from her. After a few more thrusts, she pulled you by your neck, wrapping her arms around your neck, pulling you into an intense kiss, making you slow down your thrusts. Once the kiss finishes, you increased your pace again, this time leaving hickeys on her neck.

This 'intimate' position allows you to feel and hear her pleasure, hearing how much her breathes got heavier after each thrust as well as her little whimpers after each thrust. It soon became easier for you to fuck her as her juices started leaking more. "Are you close babygirl?" She nodded as her pussy starts tightening up, signalling her closeness to an orgasm. "Use your words baby." "Y-Yes daddy."

You immediately flipped the two of you, still inside her, leaving her on top of you. "Ride me baby. Ride me until you cum." "Y-Yes daddy." Yizhuo's moans got louder as her increased tightness and juices helped allow the two to of you more stimulation. You helped her even more by rubbing her tits and clit. The effect was immediate as her pussy clenched even more, as well as her nipples perking up and her moans getting even louder.

"AHHHHH FUCKKKKK DADDYYYY YEAHHHHHH" Her moans echo inside the room as she came, squirting all over your cock and body. The strength of her squirts force your cock out of her pussy as she lifts herself up before continuing to squirt intensely all over your body, even shaking aggressively from her orgasm. It felt like a blur because around 20 seconds later after her orgasm ended, she collapsed onto your body. You immediately rubbed her back, helping her come down from her orgasm.

"Daddy didn't cum?" "No." "Alright then. Pound me daddy, use me until you fill me with your cum." Yizhuo asked.

You then set her on the bed, raising her ass up before getting behind her. You spank her repeatedly, for over 10 times, leaving a red mark on her ass cheek before you thrust into her again. "Ah fuck daddy, slow down." Staying true to yourself, you didn't listen to her request and just start fucking her hard and fast. You didn't focus on getting deep inside her as you plan to chase your own orgasm, and what better way to do that than to just use her as your fucktoy.

However, nature founds its way as her juices leak again, providing lubrication for your cock to get deeper inside her pussy, despite her tightness. You reached for her hair, grabbing it and yanking it, pulling her head back. You pulled it even more, lifting her body off the bed, leaving only her knees on the bed. This lets you hit her g-spot more, letting you feel her pussy, feeling it pulsing. You managed to pull her up, basically hugging her as you fuck her from behind.

"You close daddy?" "Mhmmm." "Alright, cum inside me daddy, please." Yizhuo's repetition of daddy got you closer and helped you fuck her faster, however, one word set you free. "Cum in me, papi."

"NNNGGGGHHHH" Both of your moans echo as you thrust deep inside her as you came, filling her womb up. You felt as she squirts again, mixing your cum with hers as the climax transferred you both into a new world of pleasure. The two of you continued moaning and gasping for air as your orgasm never seem to end.

"Fuck..." Was the last thing you muttered before you collapse on her, still being inside her.

(Later that night)

You were awaken when Yizhou left kisses on you. "Marry me." Yizhuo's eyes widen, and her cheeks blush. "W-What?" "Ning Yizhuo. I think this is wrong, on all levels, but from our first relationship as fuck buddies until now, I know that sooner or later, I'll want to make you mine forever. So, will you marry me?"

Yizhuo's eyes let out a drop of tear as she nods in excitement, making you smile as the two of you kiss again, before continuing to fuck like rabbits throughout the next 3 days.

[ariestrxsh]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, quite a bit of fluff, innocence corruption, masturbation, use of toys, getting caught, handjob (kinda), voyeurism/exhibitionism, religious kink, sexualization of religious imagery, slow burn, mommy kink (sorry lol), sub!virgin!matt, experienced!pervy!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 author's note: dont read this if you're religious - it will offend you. this is part two of me & u. you can read part one here. 💖 there will be more parts to this story, so stick around. also, disclaimer: don't spy on people and watch them without their permission. 😭 this is just fantasy.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: after getting to know and hanging out with the innocent, virgin christian boy who recently moved in next door, he starts exploring his sexuality with you, and the two of you start falling in love with each other.

me & u part two

"Your mom wasn't mad that you were smoking, was she?" Matt timidly asked you through the phone later on that day as he was rifling through kitchen appliances and finding a place to store them.

"No, I'm an adult. She doesn't care what I do. She was calling me in for lunch," you snorted, tugging at a loose thread on your blanket while you laid on your bed, still in your fairy dress and laying down with your feet kicking behind you.

Matt was thankful your mom wasn't upset with you, but he was annoyed that your first kiss with him was interrupted by something as menial as lunch.

"Well, what did you eat?" Matt wondered, trying to find a way to ask you to hang out again. "Just a sandwich and some macaroni," you told him. "W-what kind of sandwich?" Matt stammered, beating around the bush.

"Did you really call me to hear me talk about a turkey sandwich?" You chuckled. "I mean, I wanted to hear about your sandwich and to see if you wanted to hang out again," Matt shyly replied, biting his nails.

"Depends. What did you have in mind?" You inquired, teasing him and knowing you were going to say yes regardless of what he suggested the two of you do.

"We could go buy paint for my room. You could help me pick out a color," Matt said, hoping you'd say yes. "I'd love that. I'll be over soon. I just need to shower and get out of these clothes," you replied, smiling at how cute Matt sounded through the phone.

He couldn't help but picture you slipping out of your fairy dress.

"O-okay. Cool, I-I'll see you soon," Matt tripped over his words as you two hung up the phone. You put on a black tank top and a pair of jean shorts after your hasty shower, and you hurried over, eager to see Matt again.

You knocked on his door and patiently waited for him to answer. He was in a solid black t-shirt and jeans, and he was wearing a silver chain around his neck with a cross on it. "Ready to go?" You asked him, looking him up and down. "Yeah, let's go," Matt said, smiling at you and pulling his front door closed behind him.

On the ride to go pick out paint, Matt kept stealing glances at you at stoplights and stop signs, wondering if it would be the right time to try and re-do your first kiss, but every time he thought about leaning in, it felt too forced.

You could feel this, the way he was desperately looking for a chance to press his lips against yours, but you knew the perfect time would come again, and you didn't want to rush it.

You liked making him wait, but this didn't mean you weren't going to relentlessly tease him.

"Are you dying to hear how hard I came with my new toy?" You smirked over at Matt who looked back over at you wide-eyed. "Y-you already used it?" Matt studdered. "No. But I figured you were wondering if I had," you teased him. He blushed and grinned.

"I actually wanted to wait until I could use it in front of you," you admitted, your voice dripping with lust as you peered over at him and raised an eyebrow. "W-what?" He struggled to get out.

It was far too much fun to watch him blush and fidget. You couldn't get enough of his flushed, pink cheeks, his puppy dog eyes, and the desperate expression that would subtly make itself known everytime you'd tease him. And you knew just what to do and say to elicit these kinds of responses from him.

Once you guys stumbled upon a local store that sold paint, the two of you wandered over to the earth tones. "Now, really take your time making this decision. This is going to be the color of the paint in your room. You're going to have to see it every day," you told Matt when you saw all the different options they had.

Matt was scanning through different swatches of all the cool-toned paints when one caught his attention. "I like this one," he told you, pointing at the dark green shade on the page. "I love that color," you responded, taking the swatch from him and looking on the wall for the matching paint. "I think I found it," you told him, smiling and picking up a bucket.

Matt grabbed a second bucket of paint, a few paint brushes, some plastic covering, and the two of you paid for it all and left the store. "I'm so excited," Matt told you, his eyes lighting up as he spoke.

The two of you rode home in a comfortable silence, and you helped Matt carry the paint up the stairs to his room. You two decided to go your separate ways for the night to go eat dinner and get ready for bed, so you'd be well-rested for the next day.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon line, illuminating the summer evening as Matt walked you to your doorstep. "I had fun with you today," Matt told you, his eyes fixed on yours. "I did, too," you replied.

"Maybe tomorrow you could paint it with me. You know, unless you have other plans," Matt shrugged, trying to hide how disappointed he would be if you did. "You know, I'm sorry. I'm busy tomorrow. I'm helping the hot neighbor boy paint his room," you jokingly replied.

He chuckled at your response, and then he pulled you into a long hug. You smiled against his chest, savoring how it felt to hold him, and when you went to pull away, you glanced up at him lovingly.

The two of you felt that familiar magnetic pull, and he leaned down until his lips were gently locked onto yours. His kiss was soft and tender, like his personality, and you both felt that spark that you'd always heard people talk about but hadn't experienced up until this point.

He reached up and cradled your face, lightly running his thumb back and forth over your cheek. Your tongue gently swirled around against his, and for how inexperienced he was, he was an incredible kisser. He moaned against your lip before the two of you slowly pulled away.

You were both even more smitten than before. Matt blushed, and you let out a soft giggle. "I'll see you tomorrow," you whispered as you slipped into your front door.

Matt stayed put on your porch for a few minutes, buzzing from the intimate moment he'd just shared with you, and he slowly made his way back to his house, tucking his erection into his waistband that he got from kissing you.

Later that night, after eating a delicious dinner, taking a steamy shower, and brushing your teeth, you switched out your lamp and got into your warm bed. A few seconds after you climbed into your bed to finish off your day, Matt's light came on across the way.

You watched again as he stepped out of his bathroom in just a towel, running his fingers through his wet hair. He looked so hot. You held your breath as the fabric around his waist hit the floor.

You'd imagined Matt naked at least a dozen times since you'd met him, and you were finally seeing it in person. And although you weren't getting a close-up view, you could see his hard member standing at attention. And it was big.

You didn't believe in God, but you did thank whoever was out there listening as you watched Matt climb onto his bed, lay on top of his blanket, and begin to stroke himself.

You hoped he was thinking about you, and he was. He was replaying the moment you two had kissed.

You continued peering in through his window, admiring the way he tenderly ran his thumb over the tip, causing him to throw his head back. He kept his movements slow and drawn out at first, teasing himself.

You couldn't hear the sounds he was making, but you couldn't stop imagining his needy little whimpers. You intently focused on the way he fisted his gorgeous cock, guiding his hand up and down his shaft and his strokes becoming faster, rougher, and more urgent.

You spied on him for several minutes, unable to shift your gaze away from the glorious sight of the cute neighbor boy all alone in his room, tugging on his dick. Your pussy began throbbing and drooling without you even touching it as you kept your eyes locked on Matt and what he was doing to himself.

He started to squirm around beneath his own touch, bucking his hips up, and you watched in awe as several spurts of cum shot out of his tip and painted his stomach and chest.

His hand that was gliding up and down his length slowed to a stop, and he took the towel he'd just used after his shower to wipe himself off. Even the way he cleaned up the mess he made was incredibly sexy.

He put on a pair of pajama pants once he was finished and knelt down by the foot of his bed to pray. The show he put on for you was so hot and naughty that you almost wondered if you should start praying for forgiveness.

Before you could follow that thought too deeply or do anything about the wetness that had pooled between your legs, you found yourself drifting off to sleep while more images of Matt flooded your mind.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

The next morning at about 5 a.m., you groggily rubbed your eyes and let out a yawn. You checked your phone for the time, and when you realized how early it was, you rolled over onto your other side and shut your eyes, hoping to be able to fall back asleep.

When all your efforts failed, you decided to go up to your treehouse, bringing a thin blanket with you for a morning marijuana and masturbation session - the two things that always helped you fall asleep.

You admired the way the sunrise lit up the view from your secret hideaway while you exhaled weed smoke, watching the way it danced and dissipated against the scenery before you. A tranquil state came over you, and you felt all light and airy after a few hits.

Being cautious not to burn yourself with the lit end of your joint, you shimmied out of your underwear and your pajama shorts and spread open your legs. You took your new suction vibrator, turned it on, and gasped as you lowered the buzzing toy onto your clit. It was unlike any vibrator you'd owned before, and it immediately had you moaning and shuddering at the sensation.

"Oh, Matt.." you softly whined over and over while you remembered the night before and the way you'd witnessed him make a mess all over himself. You took another puff from your joint. You were so enthralled by the stimulation and so lost in the way you were needily whining the neighbor boy's name, you didn't realize the man of your fantasies had followed you up to your treehouse and was watching you the same way you'd watched him.

He was already crawling in through the entrance before he realized he was intruding on an intimate moment you were having with yourself. He thought about clearing his throat or forcing out a cough to make his presence known, maybe even turning around and leaving before he could embarrass you, but he held his breath, and all he could do was stay put and admire how pretty and wet your pink pussy was.

It was the first time he'd ever seen anything like it in person, and he couldn't get enough. He grew incredibly hard as he studied the way your eyes were slammed shut and the needy and pleasured expression that overcame your face while you held your lit joint up to your parted lips. "Oh, Matt.." you whimpered again after exhaling the smoke, your legs beginning to quiver.

To Matt's horror, you opened your eyes, and while you were shocked that he was watching you, you didn't stop. "I-I'm so sorry. I woke up and looked out my window, and I saw you going to your treehouse. I thought you could use some company. I had no idea you were-" Matt started defending himself, but you cut him off.

"Shh. Please don't go. It feels so good to have you watching me," you whined with the vibrator still resting on your clit. "You're moaning my name an awful lot.." Matt murmured with his eyes fixated on the treasure between your thighs. You took another hit and slowly nodded at him.

"You like watching, don't you, naughty boy?" You managed to get out between your satisfied mewls. "I do, mommy," Matt whispered back, palming himself through the thin flannel fabric he had on. The way it sounded when Matt called you mommy sent waves of pleasure throughout your whole body. You couldn't take it anymore.

The way he peered down at your pussy with his puppy dog eyes, whimpering alongside you while you were playing with it was too good, and your whole body violently shook as you let out a few more needy moans.

"Holy shit," you and Matt both said in unison as your cum slowly leaked out of your pussy. "Did you just swear?" You asked wide-eyed and sneering at the innocent boy, turning off your toy. He threw his hand over his mouth, giving you a deer in the headlights look. "I-I didn't mean to," he stumbled over his words.

"Naughty, naughty boy," you seductively responded, putting out the joint and shaking your head. You noticed the wet spot on the front of Matt's flannel pajamas. "Did you finish just from watching me?" Your lips curled into a malicious grin. "I mean. I rubbed it a little through my pants, but yeah," Matt said in an embarrassed tone, looking down like he was ashamed.

"Come here, pretty boy," you gestured towards him. You pulled him close and pulled the thin blanket over the both of you. You guys looked into each other's eyes and shared another kiss, each of your lips touching and creating a circuit through which an electric feeling ran through your bodies.

You loved kissing Matt, and he loved kissing you. It was unlike any feeling either of you had felt before. You pulled him in even closer, and the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms in your treehouse as the sun came up.

A couple hours later, you woke up on the hard floor of your treehouse next to the cute neighbor boy who was softly snoring next to you. You didn't want to wake him because he was sleeping so soundly, but all it took was a subtle movement from you, and he began to stir.

"Morning," he softly groaned as he opened his eyes and stretched his arms out overhead. "I had fun with you earlier," you whispered to him, biting your lip. He smiled at you, his cheeks turning pink. "I did, too."

He couldn't get the image of you touching yourself out of his head. All he could think about was your pretty pink flower between your legs and the sound of his name escaping your soft lips.

Like he was most mornings when he first woke up, he was incredibly hard, and he subtly tucked his erection into his waistband, hoping you wouldn't notice, but you did.

"How about we both go change and get ready for the day? Then we can go get coffee? I'll buy," you asked Matt, gently running your fingers across his chest. "Yeah, sure," he whispered. The two of you went your separate ways for a bit, sharing another kiss before you did.

When you got back to your house, you showered, washed your face, and climbed into a pair of washed-out jean shorts and a baggy t-shirt that you wouldn't mind getting paint on. You grabbed a granola bar and an apple on your way out, skipping over to the neighbor boy's house.

Before you could even knock on his door, Matt was turning the knob and stepping out onto his porch. "Hey, long time no see," you told him, eyeing him up and down. He was wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, and your opened your eyes wide when you realized you could see the faint outline of his cock through the cotton fabric.

"Whatcha lookin' at?" Matt asked, teasing you. "You wore these on purpose, didn't you? You little temptress," you responded, nibbling on your lip. "I don't know what you're talking about," Matt casually responded, playing dumb and smirking to himself.

"Why'd you wear something so revealing then, hmm?" You wondered. "Why are you looking, perv?" Matt chuckled, getting into his orange truck.

The two of you started off down the road towards the nearest coffee shop, and as Matt drove, a naughty idea crossed your mind. You peered over at him, running your fingers along the inside of his thigh as he blew through a stop sign due to you distracting him.

He subtly gasped as you grazed his cock that was beginning to harden. It was the first time he'd ever been touched by anyone but himself. "W-what if God's watching?" Matt nervously questioned. "Then God's a little freak," you whispered back, sneering at him.

"You can't say that about God," Matt gasped, peering over at you. "But I just did," you said, poking the inside of your teeth with your tongue. "Please.. do it again," he sweetly whined. "You like that?" You asked, gently squeezing it, eliciting a whimper from the cute boy beside you. He bit his lip and shook his head yes.

"You better keep your eyes on the road, baby," you whispered, gently caressing it with your nails through the grey cotton that was beginning to strain. Before you knew it, the reactions you were getting from Matt as you teased his sensitive dick were getting to you. You felt your panties become all wet and sticky as Matt softly moaned beside you, using all his strength to pay attention to the road.

He approached a red light and gripped the steering wheel for dear life before letting out a loud groan. "Naughty boy. Like when mommy plays with you?" You asked seductively, moving your hand back and forth faster. "Oh, yes, mommy," he cried out.

He couldn't stop what was about to happen next. It was the first time anyone besides himself had ever given him that incredible release, and he let out a desperate mewl as he coated the inside of his pant leg with his cum.

"Wow. That was fast," you teased him. He looked over at you breathlessly with his glazed over blue eyes. "I tried to hold back as much as I could. I'm sorry," Matt responded quietly in a shameful tone, looking down at the mess he'd made in his sweats. "I know you did, baby. You did so good for me," you whispered, cradling his face and looking at him sympathetically.

The light switched to green, and he continued driving, embarrassed by how quickly he'd finished. "Well, I guess we're going through the drive thru," Matt stated, still blushing at the obvious wet spot.

He ordered the two of you coffee from the driver's side, for you, a frozen caramel drink and for himself, a black coffee, and you paid for it like you said you would. Matt thanked you for the coffee as well as the over-the-pants handjob you'd given him, and the two you made your way back to Matt's to get started on painting his room.

When you arrived back, you and Matt slipped into his house and up the stairs without alerting his dad, for which Matt was extremely grateful, so he wouldn't have to come up with an excuse as to why there was a questionable damp spot on the front of his sweats.

"I have to change my underwear for the second time today because of you. So scram," Matt told you, gesturing for you leave the room while he changed. "Oh, relax. I've already seen it," you shrugged and rolled your eyes.

"What?" Matt asked, widening his gaze in your direction. "Oh. Um," you innocently smiled at him. "What do you mean by that?" He asked. "I have a confession to make," you mumbled. Matt stayed quiet, but he looked at you intently, waiting for your admission.

You glanced across the way at your bedroom window. "So, my room is right there, and I can kind of see everything you do from the comfort of my bed," you pointed at the spot you watched him from last night, smirking and recalling how good he looked while getting off.

"You've been spying on me?" Matt asked accusingly, narrowing his blue eyes at you. "Not spying! I just happened to look up, and you dropped your towel," you said defensively.

"Oh, no. Did you see anything else?" Matt nibbled on his lip and shot you a nervous expression. "I might have watched you jerk off," you snickered. "I can't believe you watched me!" Matt exclaimed, feeling violated.

"And you're telling me that this morning when you walked in on me in my treehouse that you wouldn't have watched me until I finished if I didn't know you could see me?" You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms. "Ugh. Fine. I guess I get it," Matt voice became softer as he realized his hypocrisy.

"Plus, I thought it was really hot," you said in a lustful voice while your gaze was fixed on his pink lips. "I'm still changing in the bathroom," Matt smiled at you, grabbing a change of clothes and heading into the other room, loudly locking the door behind him.

When he came back out, he was in some old jeans that already had some paint on them. The two of you started opening up the cans and setting down plastic and newspapers to keep the paint off the floor. Matt knew he was going to love the color the second he dipped the brush in the dark green liquid and began stirring it around.

"Oh my god. It's gonna look so good!" You told Matt after you painted a stripe on the white wall. "I already love it. Especially because we're painting it together," he looked over at you and grinned. You continued coating the wall in the first layer of dark green while you and Matt talked.

"So, did you write in your diary about me last night?" You teased him. "Shut up," he scoffed at you. "That's no way to talk to a lady," you said, taking your brush and slapping paint onto his arm. He gasped and pulled back.

"Oh, there's nothing lady-like about you," Matt replied, taking his paint brush and touching your face with it. You looked at him in disbelief. "You're right. You're more of a lady than me," you said, sticking your hand in the paint and slapping Matt on the ass, leaving a dark green handprint on his back pocket.

The two of you started laughing until your cheeks hurt and your stomachs started aching. Matt pulled you into another kiss, and you smiled against his soft lips as the two of you explored the inside of each other's mouths, leaving one another with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Before the two of you could get too carried away, Matt broke off the kiss, and you got back to painting until you'd covered every wall in an even coat of dark green. You guys looked at each other, proud of the work you'd done together.

"You know, I don't usually fall for people this easy, but I really like you," you admitted to Matt once the two of you had finished and were sitting on his plastic-covered floor. "I don't usually fall for weed-smoking peeping toms, but I like you, too," Matt teased you.

part three posted 💖

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hi! i was wondering if in dunmeshi, before falin was eaten by the dragon and before present events, laios and his party were earning money for k*lling monsters in the dungeon? i don't understand if someone was paying them, how they were making money and how it worked

I want to write a proper, thorough reply to this with citations to specific references and mentions in the story, but uh, a tree fell on my house so I've been a bit too busy to do that lmao.

BUT, to give an incomplete answer:

Yes, adventurers get paid for work they do inside of the dungeon, or, they just harvest monsters/plants/treasure that they find. The dungeons are a kind of boom town, similar to a gold or silver rush, which means that the entire local economy is based on people trying to extract wealth from the dungeon, since it's dangerous but easy work, anyone can try to do it with very little resources, and the potential for profit is huge.

Someone with almost no money could, potentially, go into the dungeon and walk away with enough money to start a business, or buy a house or a boat. If they don't die. If they're lucky. Desperate people cling to the hope that they will be one of the lucky ones who become insanely wealthy.

Based on things Kui's told us in the manga and the extra materials, we know:

You pay a fee or a toll to be allowed to go into the dungeon. Access is controlled by the local government. Some people avoid this, like Senshi and the orcs since they just live in the dungeon and avoid leaving.

Many people die, give up, or fail to accomplish anything useful in the dungeon. These people probably generate a good, steady income for the island, since they pay fees but don't have to be rewarded. The lure of trying to strike it rich keeps huge hoards of people flowing in steadily. Most money in boom towns is generated by all the people who are trying and failing to get rich buying things from local people (food, supplies, lodging).

When a dungeon first appears, it is full of easy to harvest gold and treasure. "Gold peeling" is how Laios and Falin started out, and it's literally going into the dungeon and peeling gold off of the walls and statues, and taking any easy to transport treasure with you.

Various tasks need to be done in the dungeon to keep it safe, clean and accessible, and all of these result in a person either being paid by the lord of the island, or the person who they have saved. Killing dangerous monsters, finding people who have died and taking their corpses to the resurrection office, reporting changes to the dungeon, discovering new paths, etc.

When gold and treasure that is easy to find starts to run out, people turn primarily to harvesting monsters. They are probably paid a bounty for every monster they can prove they killed (bring back some body part that a monster only has one of, like a tail), and then they can also sell anything else they harvested from the monster in the market (meat, the rest of the hide, horns, teeth, claws.)

You want the dungeon to stay safe with a well-managed monster population to prevent something like Utaya from happening.

But if you kill too many monsters, now that the treasure is gone, there won't be any profit reason for people to go into the dungeon anymore, and your economy will collapse.

So you need to manage the dungeon and keep the monster population high, but not too high. This is what the Shadow Lord was complaining about. He thinks that if they evacuate the dungeon the expensive monsters they are currently harvesting may stop manifesting/spawning/being born, and all that will be left to harvest is mushrooms and slimes, which are not worth a lot of money.

Laios' group had an assignment from the island lord to try and find the giant doors on the 6th floor that nobody had been able to get past. That was what they were trying to do when they ran into the red dragon and Falin got eaten!

Despite everything, at that time Laios' party was the number one team on the island, capable of going the deepest into the dungeon.

Kabru's team is also considered pretty good, despite how often we see them dying - this should tell you how bad many of the teams that go in are! Most of them don't accomplish much or anything... Just like a boom town, where most miners go into debt trying to find gold, and only a few strike it rich.

This is what Rin is talking about in her first appearance, when she scolds Kabru for being too modest around other adventurers. She wants those other people to know that they are not going into the dungeon for profit and that they're not like the rest of them, dream-chasing fools hoping to make a payday.

She's offended anyone would mistake them for people like that, meanwhile Kabru would rather keep their motivations obscure and not advertise that they're in the dungeon on a moral crusade, not a financial one.

It should also be noted that the dungeon has a lot of criminal activity going on inside of it, because it's not well monitored and it's easy to conceal your activities. There's also a population of people who can "no longer live on the surface" for various reasons, such as being wanted criminals, exiles hiding to avoid vigilante justice, people too poor to leave because they wasted all their money trying to get rich and now they can't afford to live on the surface, or leave the island.

Essentially there is a population of homeless people living in the dungeon, eating anything they can scavenge, begging and stealing to stay alive. This could even be part of the taboo on eating monsters in the dungeon - that's something poor and desperate people do, and doing it is seen as a sign of how low Laios' party has fallen.

This is also why Kabru is so worried about the Touden party: their financials are a mess, but they keep going into the dungeon. Why? People think they are good, but maybe they're secretly criminals? Are they on the run from the law? Kabru has no idea, since "they just really love monsters and this is fun" is not a motivation ANYONE ELSE ON EARTH HAS.

The Toudens can't even say "we're monster researchers trying to write a book on monsters." They're just hobbyists, they just like them a lot. Kui tells us that Laios was encouraged to become a monster researcher but the studying was too intense for him.

It would be like finding out someone who works in a coal mine that kills 80% of the miners doesn't actually care about being paid, they just loooove coal and want to be around coal all the time.

[harunayuuka2060]

Ortho: ...

Idia and MC: *standing close next to each other*

Idia: *showing them the livestream of his favorite idol group "Premo"*

Idia: This is quite inconvenient. You should really buy your own phone so we can stream together.

MC: I will receive my salary next week. Can you recommend me the best phone to buy?

Idia: Do you have a problem with budget?

MC: No.

Idia: Okay. I'll place an order for you.

MC: Thanks.

Ortho: ...

Ortho: Brother?

Idia: Yes, Ortho?

Ortho: You and MC are terribly close.

Idia: Huh?

Ortho: You are comfortable with them. I never saw you freaked out whenever they come close to you.

Idia: Huh... Well, they feel low-key.

Ortho: Low-key?

Idia: Yes. It's like they're an NPC or a side-character.

Ortho: Oh.

Vil: What kind of a stupid comparison is that?

Ortho: I don't know. But I believe my brother.

Vil: ...

Vil: Rook, you're always with MC. Do you think they lack charisma?

Rook: Non! Absolutely not!

Ortho: But my brother says—

Rook: *smiles* However, they know how to control it to avoid awkwardness.

Vil: In which I don't understand how that works.

Ace and Deuce: *staring at MC and Silver*

Ace: *squints his eyes*

Deuce: ...

Deuce: What's wrong with you?

Ace: Why do they look so good?

Deuce: Because they're sweating?

Ace: Exactly! No one should look good when they're sweating like that! They're tired! THEY SHOULD LOOK TIRED!!!

Silver: Why do I feel like they're talking about us?

MC: *his sparring partner* Maybe they want to practice swordsmanship as well.

Silver: Oh. I should ask them later.

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 𝗠𝗘

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N and Matt are just friends that act like they’re in a loving relationship.

WARNING: None. (Friends to lovers trope)

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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Matt had always believed that change was the only constant in life. He had learned this the hard way when he and his brothers finally decided to uproot their lives from the tranquil suburbs of Boston to the bustling, sun-soaked streets of Los Angeles.

LA was vast and vibrant, a stark contrast to the quiet neighborhoods they were used to. It was in this whirlwind of new beginnings that Matt met Y/N.

Y/N lived next door. The first encounter was serendipitous, almost as if fate had decided to intervene. Matt was struggling to carry a heavy box from the moving truck, screaming like crazy for help to Nick or Chris - and being successfully ignored - when Y/N appeared, offering a friendly smile and a helping hand. That simple act of kindness sparked a connection that would grow deeper over time.

From the very start, their friendship was unlike any other. There was an immediate, unspoken understanding between them. Matt felt a sense of ease around Y/N that he hadn’t experienced with anyone else, not even his brothers.

One of the most defining aspects of their friendship was their mutual love language: touch. It wasn’t something they discussed; it simply came naturally. A gentle touch on the shoulder, a comforting hand on the back, a little bit of cuddling, or a playful nudge, these small gestures were a constant, reassuring presence in their interactions.

Matt found himself gravitating toward Y/N whenever they were together. He cherished the way Y/N would drape an arm around his waist as they walked down the street during fall days, or how they would sit so close on the couch that their legs would almost be on top of the other.

It was these moments of physical closeness that made the both of them feel truly understood and cared for.

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The bright winter sun was high in the sky, casting a golden glow into the car, illuminating the black leather seats. The car windows were rolled down, letting in the slightly cold breeze and the distant sound of other cars rushing around in the - always - busy streets of LA. Matt was behind the wheel, his hands relaxed on the steering wheel as he guided the car along the venue heading to Target, ready to buy the items he and his brothers would use in Wednesday's upcoming video.

Y/N was in the passenger seat, her feet propped up on the seat so that her legs were bent and her thighs kept pressed against her chest, a carefree smile playing on her lips. The radio played a soft indie, melodic tune, adding to the serene atmosphere.

As they drove, Y/N’s hand found its way to Matt’s arm, a casual and unconscious gesture. Her fingers decorated with pink nails lightly traced patterns on his hoodie-covered skin, the touch gentle and familiar. Matt glanced over and smiled, a warm feeling spreading through him. He was used to Y/N’s touch by now; it was as natural as breathing.

"Look, Matt, that restaurant I sent you on Instagram! I really want to come here, they only do Arabic food, you know?" Y/N exclaimed, pointing out the window to the tall, large restaurant, the concrete walls in a warm shade of red with a silver sign that shined below the daylight. Her excitement was contagious, and Matt felt his heart swell with affection for his best friend.

"We could come this Friday. If you want to, princess." Matt agreed, his voice soft. He reached over and squeezed Y/N’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before returning his focus to the road. Y/N’s fingers lingered on his, her touch very soft as she traced the lines of his palm with the tip of her fingers.

They drove in comfortable silence for the last few minutes of the route, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the occasional horn coming from the cars around. While singing the soft melody of one of Billie's songs, Y/N’s hand moved to Matt’s forearm, her fingers lightly brushing up and down, a soothing rhythm that Matt found incredibly calming.

Without thinking, Y/N’s hand slipped to the back of Matt’s neck, her fingers threading through his hair. Matt leaned into the touch, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

"Oh, we're here!"

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Matt was sprawled out on the couch, enjoying the tranquility that followed a satisfying lunch. The living room was bathed in the soft glow of the afternoon sun, which streamed in through the large windows on the right side of the large sofa, casting a warm and inviting light over everything.

The sound of Nick's fingers tapping over the keys on his MacBook as he edited their next YouTube video was one of the only sounds that interrupted the comfortable silence.

Matt had his phone in hand, idly scrolling through TikTok. He chuckled at the occasional funny video, the sound mingling with the faint hum of the air conditioning. He was relaxed, content to let the day pass by in this peaceful state.

Y/N was in the kitchen, putting away the leftovers from their lunch, setting aside a significant portion for Chris, knowing he would return home hungry after his outing with Sam, the aroma of the meal newly cooked still lingering in the air.

As Y/N finished up, she wiped her hands on a dish towel and made her way into the living room.

Matt looked up as soon as he noticed a new presence approaching, a soft smile spreading across his face almost automatically.

"Hey." He said, his voice warm and inviting. The boy patted the space on the grey couch next to him, signaling for Y/N to join him. "Come here."

Y/N didn’t need any further encouragement. She crossed the room - stroking Nick's right shoulder quickly as she passed him - and settled onto the couch, her body naturally gravitating towards Matt. Without a word, Matt lifted his arm and gently guided Y/N’s head to rest on his thighs.

As Y/N nestled her head into Matt’s lap, a content sigh scaped through her lips. Matt’s free hand found its way to Y/N’s hair, brushing away loose strands over her eyes and cheeks, his fingers beginning to gently scratch her scalp softly. The rhythmic motion was soothing, and Y/N felt a wave of relaxation wash over her body. Her mind started to feel like floating.

Matt continued to watch TikToks, his focus still on the screen while his right tumb scrolled from one video to another, but his touch remained constant and affectionate. He didn’t even realize how naturally his fingers moved through Y/N’s hair, the light scratching and gentle strokes a habitual way of expressing his care.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered closed, the combination of Matt’s touch and the post-lunch drowsiness lulling her into a state of blissful relaxation. The soft rise and fall of Matt’s chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the gentle pressure of his fingers all blended together, creating a cocoon of comfort.

Until she finally dozed off.

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The gentle glow of the TV cast a soft light across Matt's room, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere, the blinds blocking the moonlight from outside the house. Y/N lay curled up on his bed, nestled under the duvet, watching a random, soft movie, her body covered in Matt's blue striped pajamas.

The plot was slow, the characters spoke in hushed tones, and the overall ambiance was soothing. It was the perfect background for drifting into a peaceful slumber.

Y/N’s eyelids grew heavier with each passing minute, her mind teetering on the edge of sleep. She fought to stay awake, hoping to see Matt after his hours of recording with his brothers before giving in to the lull of the movie. The faint sound of footsteps against the floor and the jingling of car keys reached her ears. Matt was home.

A few moments later, the bedroom door opened quietly, and Matt stepped inside. He paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of Y/N with her eyes half-closed, looking so peaceful and serene. His heart swelled with care as he softly closed the door behind his back, careful not to make any noise, the click echoing through the four walls.

"Hey, princess, are you still awake?" Matt whispered, his voice gentle and filled with warmth, wanting to make sure before making any noise that would actually wake her up.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, lifting her head on Matt's pillow - the strands of her hair spilling over the cotton pillowcase - and looking at him, smiling sleepily.

"Barely." She replied, her voice a soft murmur. She lifted the edge of the duvet, a clear invitation for him to join her. "Come lay with me. Pretty please."

Matt didn’t need any further prompting. He could shower after. He kicked off his shoes and took small steps towards his bed, the sound of his white sock-covered feet sounding mutely against the floor. The boy slipped into bed beside Y/N, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight.

As he settled in, Y/N turned towards him, her eyes sparkling with drowsy affection.

"Come here, petal." Matt gently pulled her closer, wrapping one arm around her torso and positioning her head on his shoulder. He could feel the soft, steady rhythm of her breathing against his chest. With his other arm, he draped the duvet over them both, cocooning them in warmth.

He wrapped his arm more securely around her, his hand resting on her back, traveling to the hem of her - his - pajama top, delving beneath the fabric and up the warm skin that seemed to embrace the cold of his hand, fingers lightly tracing soothing circles. He felt Y/N’s body relax further into his embrace, their legs naturally tangling together, creating a comforting sense of intimacy.

Matt buried his face in Y/N’s hair, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent that always calmed him. He pressed a series of light, tender kisses to the top of her head, moving down to her temple and then to her cheek.

Y/N let out a contented sigh, her eyes drifting closed as she nestled even closer to Matt. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, a soothing reminder of his presence. Matt’s fingers continued to draw gentle patterns on her back, a comforting rhythm that lulled her further towards sleep.

"Y'need to tell me about your day, Matty." Y/N whispered against his chest, her voice barely audible, her words slurred with drowsiness.

"Tomorrow." He whispered back, feeling his best friend finally succumbed to sleep.

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The gentle hum of conversation filled the air as Matt and Y/N strolled through the farmer’s market - one of the activities that Matt started to love doing after meeting Y/N. Stalls lined the street, brimming with fresh produce, homemade crafts, and delicious baked goods. The vibrant colors and lively atmosphere added to the charm of the day.

Matt and Y/N walked side by side, their hands occasionally brushing against each other. They had done this many times before, but today, something felt different. There was a lingering warmth in every accidental touch, a heightened awareness that neither of them could quite explain.

"Look at these strawberries!" Y/N exclaimed, stopping at a stall overflowing with ripe, red fruit. She picked up a small basket and held it out for Matt to see. "Aren’t they beautiful?"

Matt smiled, his eyes not on the strawberries but on Y/N’s face, lit up with excitement.

"They’re." He said softly, nodding slightly. "Let’s get some, yeah?"

As they continued to browse, Y/N slipped her hand into Matt’s without thinking, their fingers intertwining naturally. Matt’s heart skipped a beat at the simple, already familiar gesture, but today, it felt more significant. He glanced down at their joined hands, a small smile playing on his lips, and gently squeezed.

They made their way to a stall, selling freshly baked pastries. Y/N’s eyes lit up at the sight of chocolate croissants, and Matt couldn’t help but laugh.

"You and your obsession with chocolate." The brunette teased, nudging Y/N playfully.

"You know me so well, Matty B." Y/N replied jokingly with a grin, selecting two croissants and handing one to Matt. "Here, try this."

Matt took a bite, the rich, flaky pastry melting in his mouth.

"It's good." He agreed, picking two more for Chris and Nick, knowing they would complain if they knew he had some sweet treat with Y/N and didn't think about them.

As they continued their stroll, sharing the croissants, the simple act of enjoying a treat together felt intimate, more than it had ever before.

While choosing some fresh fruits and showing them to Matt, their eyes met, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to blur, the sound of salespeople announcing their sales seemed muted to their ears and the people moving around them seemed to disappear. Matt felt an overwhelming urge to close the distance between them, to let his feelings be known. But he hesitated, unsure of what he was even feeling.

Y/N’s hand found its way to Matt’s cheek, her touch light and tender.

"You’ve got a bit of croissant on your face." She whispered with a soft laugh, brushing the crumbs away with the tip of her fingers.

Matt’s heart raced at the simple touch, and he covered Y/N’s hand with his own, holding it there for a moment longer than necessary.

"Thanks." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

They stayed like that for a few moments, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second. Neither of them spoke, but the emotions in their eyes said more than words ever could.

A rude sound from the small stall vendor broke the moment, the man clearing his throat as he watched them, his eyes traveling from their faces to the fruit in Y/N's hands and back again.

"Oh, uhm, sorry."

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The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room as Matt sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. He had been feeling off all day, a strange mix of anxiety and anticipation that he couldn’t quite shake. Nick and Chris had noticed his unusual behavior and exchanged knowing glances but said nothing.

The soft sound of knocking against his bedroom door sounded through all four walls, Y/N's head appearing between the door and the doorframe seconds after.

"Hey, Matty. What’s wrong?" The girl asked without even saying hi, her voice soft and full of concern. "Nick texted me. He told me you weren’t feeling so well… but you’re not ill, are you? You were fine earlier."

Before Matt could respond, Y/N stepped in his room, closing the door behind her back and taking small steps closer, positioning herself standing between his parted knees and pressing the back of her hand against his forehead to check his temperature. Matt’s heart raced at the gentle touch, his breath hitching slightly.

"No, you’re not, thank God." Y/N said with a sigh of relief, smiling hesitantly, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "But I know you, you're not feeling your best, huh? What can I do to help?"

Matt’s mind raced. He didn’t know why he had held back for so long, why he had ignored the signs that were so clear now. Every time Y/N’s eyes sparkled when she looked at him, it mirrored the way his eyes lit up when he saw her. It was like he had been voluntarily blinding himself, unwilling to acknowledge the truth. But now, it was as if he was seeing colors for the first time, and everything made sense. He almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all, how it had taken a conversation with Nick, of all people, to make him realize what he had been feeling all along.

"Matty?" Y/N’s voice broke through his thoughts, pulling him back to the present, her hand traveling to his right shoulder, squeezing the covered skin.

Matt looked up, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see the worry etched on Y/N’s face, and it made him fall in love with her all over again. He loved how easy it was to fall for her, how every little thing she did made his heart swell with affection.

"A kiss…" He whispered, his voice barely audible, but he knew Y/N heard him because he saw her breath hitch, her hands movements stopping momentarily.

"What?" Y/N asked, her eyes wide with surprise while her lips parted in disbelief.

"I want a kiss… to feel better." Matt repeated, clearing his throat, his voice a little stronger this time. He felt vulnerable, his heart laid bare while his body pleaded him to get under his bed and hide, but he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she processed Matt’s words. Not wanting to raise her hopes too high, she gulped, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, right above his messy bangs. The simple act made her heart beat loudly in their ears, a rhythm that matched Matt’s - without her knowledge.

Matt’s breath caught at the touch, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He raised his head, his hazel eyes locking onto Y/N’s gaze, melting with a mixture of hope and longing.

"No... A proper kiss." He asked again, his voice filled with anxiety and nervousness, but courage. "Like... Like lovers do."

Y/N’s world slowed to a standstill as she processed Matt’s words. She had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was happening, it felt almost unreal. But the intensity in Matt’s eyes and the sincerity in his voice made she realize that this was real. This was happening.

Y/N inhale a big breath before leaning in again, her heart racing, looking deeply at his eyes for some seconds before finally pressing her lips against Matt’s.

The kiss unfolded with a tenderness that seemed to suspend time itself. There was a gentle hesitation at first, an unspoken acknowledgment of the years of friendship that had led them to this moment. Y/N's touch was feather-light against Matt's cheek as their lips kept pressed for some seconds in a tentative, exploratory caress.

The sensation was electrifying yet gentle, sending shivers of anticipation down their spines. Matt's arms encircled Y/N, pulling her closer between his spread legs with a warmth that spoke volumes of his love.

The gesture deepened, each movement a silent exchange of emotions long held in check. The world outside seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in the sweetness of the moment, their hearts beating in sync.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s, Y/N's spine curved so that she could be closer, her fingers traveling down his neck and finding home between his messy chocolate strands.

"I love you." Matt whispered, his voice filled with all the emotions he had been holding back.

"I love you too, Matt." Y/N replied, her voice equally soft and full of love. "I love you too..."

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CLUBBING TOPS! - yeah this bitch goes partying EVERY weekend. also most weekdays bc sjap yn has a high alcohol tolerance. alcohol poisoning? never heard of her. these tops do it every. single. time. without fail. she wears any one of these slutty tops and she’s going home with a man. this girl has a mission! (and no it’s not to sleep with every dj that plays ayesha erotica for her. looks at megumi) don’t be fooled though she’s always down to share her clothes with maki or nobara bc she’s a girls girl (not rlly but she just loves her friends so much) she once caught panda trying to put her tank studio top one once and LOST IT. she started screaming at him that he already stretched it and he needs to buy her a new one… whole time the material was just stretchy she just wanted another one in a different colour (bc why would she pay $120 for a top when panda can!)

ACCESSORIES! - yn is a silver girl BY FAR. you’ll always catch her leaving with one if not all of these. she basically lives in hoops. showers in them, sleeps in them (i know that back piece is smells NASTY) she lives off the quote “the bigger the hoop the bigger the hoe”. MARC JACOBS FRIENDSHIP NECKLACE!!!! (yes i might’ve based this off me and my bff irl ok burn me) she has one on but the real question is who has the other? hint starts with p and ends in anda. but don’t be silly there’s no duos or trios cough yes cough in the group. they all have matching necklaces for eachother bc they couldn’t find a 4 friendship way necklace laugh out loud. she just prefers the marc jacobs one bc it makes her feel superior. CLIPS!!!!! yes she’s a sucker for cute hair clips arrest her. you will never see her with flyaways nah uh.

WHATS IN HER BAG! - her most prized possession… miss miu miu… she got it from the group for her 19th birthday (yes they all were broke afterwards and dine and dashed dinner but hey! can u blame them, that shit is expensive) and in so called expensive bag is ALWAYS a sonny angel. yes he does bring her good luck. the only time she forgot to put a sonny angel in her bag was when she got harassed via imsg.. sound familiar? this bitch vlogs EVERY MOMENT of her life. she has a secret youtube account where she posts her cute little city vlogs of her and her friends. she doesn’t expect it to go viral but it does shortly after she debuted man eater. one time she was at dinner and forgot her handy cam so she called her friend at home to come pick her up, drop her at home to grab her handy cam and then drop her back to dinner which she arrived shortly after her food did (wdym this isn’t a personal experience… heh… i lied sorry bff) and lastly her infamous pink hello kitty lighter. for blunts. and cigarettes occasionally. but mainly blunts.

TEES! - these are just some of the tops she would wear on air. the listeners can’t see her anyways but she loves to dress cute because it makes her feel good doing so. she was always so expressive via fashion because it’s illegal to kill somebody you hate crowd boos

BOTTOMS! - yeah so this bitch basically lives in mini skirts and booty shorts. no mind that her ass is out she refuses to wear pants. on the rare occasion she DOES wear pants it’s usually just bootcut jeans that flare at the end because it makes her ass look good.

OUTERWEAR! - she loooveesssss her jackets like she adores them. cold? putting on a jacket. being harassed? putting on a jacket legs are freezing due to said mini skirt? putting on a jacket. such a multi use piece of clothing! also comes in handy to choke out roommates when they eat your leftovers from the night before! oops!

SHOES! - this girl only wears two types of shoes. heels or knee high boots. nevermind that we are going to the beach she WILL pull up with kitten heels. but who needs the beach when clubbing is just as fun right? she does everything in heels. cook, work, griddy, kick a guy in the dick for groping her? you name it. put this bitch in 5 inch stilettos and she would still would NOT falter once not even stumble. she is a pro and actually needs to be considered for the olympics because that footwork technique is impeccable.

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[kombuuuu]

Birthday Girl.

Earth42!Miles x Reader + Pavitr x Reader

“Happy Birthday, [Name].”

Headcanons and snippets C:

i want to wife him

E42!Miles: Purple Pavitr: Orange You: Pink Rio Morales: Blue

Miles Morales:

Would wake you up with breakfast in bed

if it’s a day where he’s called in for a job he’ll fight Aaron on getting the day off for you

although, the fight wouldn’t last long

Aaron likes you too, so with a sigh and a pinch of his nose bridge, he concides

letting Miles have the day off but only with a promise of working him to the bone the next day over

he rolls his eyes but the smirk on his face makes his uncle scoff a laugh

so with breakfast in hand, he’s gently shaking you awake

whispering your name with the promise of food

your sleepy voice greeting him makes the butterflies in his stomach awaken

“[Name].. Wake up, Chiquita, I have breakfast.”

“Food? Hi, Miles.”

He smiles at your slurred words, and you peak your head from under your covers. Pulling yourself to sit up.

There’s a spread of breakfasts foods in front of you, all your favourites.

“Miles..”

“Happy Birthday, Mami.”

“I’m gonna kiss you.”

“I won’t stop you.”

Spoils you with gifts

literally anything he could’ve possibly seen that you even might have liked

designer shoes to match with him (Nike Airs)

Matching jewellery as well, literally adores matching with you

gets you a chain with his name on it and one with yours for himself

whether you like silver or gold he gets you some premium shit

likes the look of white gold so that’s what he got himself

would do genuinely anything you want him 2

takes you to your fav nail tech to get you both done

he lets you choose the colours but makes sure to include purple with his own

after he takes you shopping,

you tell him off

he literally already bought you so much

knows what he’s doing tho

“Miles!”

“Aye, ma. C’mere.”

“We’re not going in there.”

“Yes we are.”

He settles his hands along your waist, turning you towards the boutique.

“Miles— It’s expensive in—,”

“I have an opening booked for us.”

His monotoned voice dragged in your ear, a shiver in its wake.

“Wha— C’mon!”

“Don’t pout at me, Mami. Might have to take you home.”

“I’m not pouting—“

“Hi.”

“Hello Mr.Morales, Right this way, Please.”

“Mr.Morales..?”

take you both to a boutique to get you clothes for the night

let’s you try on any dress you want

you try and pick the ones that don’t look too pricey

he catches on pretty quick and ends up picking the dresses for you to try himself

makes you show off for him

likes how you look in expensive shit and makes it known

“Damn, ma. Gonna have to buy that one for a later date..”

“Baby, no event is going to come up anytime soon that big enough for a dress like this.”

“I’m a patient man.”

ends up getting something that complements both your nails and the matching jewellery

also buys the matching shoes

he had a huge thing for seeing you in heels, but if you prefer flats he’ll make the workers find you something

gets a suit for himself

he’s been here before so they know his measurements.

gets a simple white blouse, with a dark grey set, a matching waist coat with it. And a black tie to go with the black buttons on the waist coat and cuffs.

doesn’t really bother with shoes

just figured he’s gonna wear his normal shit

when checking out, he makes sure to distract you with talk on what he plans for the night

adding tidbits that have both you and the store clerk blushing

the poor clerk just trying to ring you up

He leant over to whisper in your ear, rather loudly for someone “trying” to be discreet.

“Can’t wait to take you home, Chiquita. Seein’ you all dolled up for me? Jesus..”

“Oh my god.”

“That’ll be—“

“I got it.”

The clerk handed you the bags quickly before printing the receipt and going to rush off.

“Thank you, Have a nice day.”

Miles’ rumbling chuckle made your knees weaken.

“Yeah, we will.”

Takes you home to get ready,

touching you the whole time you do your make-up

whether it’d be a hand smoothing down your shoulders, massaging you while you worked

or his grip on the expanse of your waist

or even his nails raking down your back, watching the goose bumps rise as he did, infatuated

eventually you were both ready

and it was late

he took you to a high end restaurant, Electric Lemon it was called

and when you walked in greeted by his family, mingling with yours

you might have teared up a bit

“Chiquita? You ok?”

“Mmha..”

“If it’s too much we ca—“

“No, Miles, I love it. I love you—,”

You turned to him, the small smile gracing his lips a rare but gorgeous sight.

“This is perfect, thank you.”

“Love you too, Mi Cielo.”

“Oh (Name)! Feliz cumple! No es linda? Miles hizo increible!”

“Oh! [Name]! Happy Birthday! Isn’t this so nice? Miles did amazing!”

“Momma, Please—“

'Oh! Y Aaron era tan secreto sobre lo que era -'

“Oh! And Aaron was all secretive about what it was—,”

She leaned close to you, whispering “-así supe que toda fue para ti”

“,—so I knew it was for you.”

She smiled sweetly at you while you giggled back. Thanking her for coming to see you. She waved you off, walking you an Miles over to Aaron as she spoke.

“No, no me das gracias. Tu eres mi hija. Sería un crimen no venir.”

“No, Don’t thank me. You’re my daughter, it’d be a crime to not show up.”

You glanced over to Miles, seeing the sincerity behind his eyes when watching the two loves of his life interact so sweetly. You smiled back in turn.

He whisked you away from the party, after a while. Taking you to the more secluded parts of the rooftop. Completely devoid of life, he cradled your head to his and kissed you earnestly. Putting his Heart and Soul into loving you.

You giggled into his mouth, watching him smile back. You dragged your finger down the centre of his braids, something he’d come to love you doing. He pulled back from you, watching you smile up at him. His eyes shining with an endless love.

“Happy Birthday, [Name].”

—

he is so boyfriend coded

Pavitr Prabhakar:

will do similar to Miles, but not with breakfast in bed

will wake you up with flowers and kisses and an outfit he knew you liked set out for you

like i said in this, sleepy you makes him go insane

he’d let you sit with him a while whilst you woke up, and would smother you in love, whispering his praise to you

pulls you into his lap to look him in the eye while he confesses how much he loves you like it’s the first time all over again

“Thithli, you mean the world to me—,”

He massaged the flesh of your thighs, resting along his waist. He was flustered looking up to you, knowing you were there, with him, drove him farther head over heels.

“—You’re the love of my life, getting older with you is the greatest blessing of my life.”

“Pav.. baby..” You whined his name, waking up to such affections would be something you could never get used to.

“I’m so glad you exist with me, Shonu.”

You shoved you head into his neck, hiding your lovey-dovey smile from him.

“Love you, Pavitr..”

“Love you more, [Name].”

When you’ve woken up more

he coaxed you for a shower, taking care of you like the doting lover he is

pats you dry and helps you dress, then dresses himself

all while telling you how you make him whole, how you’re the reason he’s here and he’ll never be as happy as he is with you

it’s obsessive, but you’re just as bad

you tell him more in touches than in words, and he takes it in stride.

he’s come to know your love language, both of you sharing touch, but you take in the quality time trait as well

so he makes sure to drag the day out as long as he can

makes the morning slow, brings you his gifts and starts the food while you open them

he pets your cat and cooks, watching you out of the corner of his eye

He’d gotten you a set of bangles with small spiders engraved, crested in diamonds.

ones matching to the ones he wears

accompanied with a matching collar for your cat, which you smiled at

he’d also gotten you smaller, sentimental things likes references to your first dates, massage oils,

and things you’d said you liked in passing, that’d he’d remembered. because of course he had

he smiles when you shyly cover your mouth, looking down at the things he’d gifted with teary eyes

knowing how hard it is for you to accept gifts,

he doesn’t say anything, just turns the stove down and walks over to kiss you

“You okay, Jaanu?”

You looked up at him from the paper in your hands, nodding with a pout of your lips and a tremble in your voice.

“Yeah—, Yes, I’m good.”

He leant over to kiss your temple, smiling as he turned back to tend to the food, “Thank you, Pav.”

He glanced back over at you.

“My pleasure, Thithli.”

you lie in bed together for another two hours after you eat

just taking in each others prescience and letting the calming white noise of a distant show in the background soothe you

you hold him close, listening to his heart beat

when a song comes on he recognises and he sings to it softly, the contented sigh you let out is involuntary

he eventually gets you up again, since you’re already dressed, you feed your cat and leave

he walks you through the streets of his home, bringing you to his favourite spots

to feed the stray dogs with him, or to grip onto him and swing over the immense traffic

“Pav, If I fall, I’m blaming you.”

“Thithli, you won’t fall. I promise.”

“Okay.. But if I do—“ He grabbed your waist and hoisted you against him, shooting a web to a high building and swinging you up. Using his bangles to create more momentum and fluidity with his swings.

“Pavitr Prabhakar! I’m going to kill you!”

“Kiss me? Doesn’t really sound like a threat..”

“I swear—“

His sweetened laugh interrupted your spiel, and you couldn’t even be mad.

he eventually leads you back to his house

where your friends and family (his included), are waiting for you.

They greet you in tandem, with a cute, fairly out of sync “Surprise!”

the furniture in his house had been pushed into the far corners and the tiles of his family’s large lounging area had been made into a make-shift dance floor,

everything else being decorated in a very honest sense

and if there was a ache in your chest for the love you’d felt then, no one but you would know

all your spidery friends were there as well— only making the evening even more special

festivities shown were upbeat and exciting and you hadn’t felt more of a community than you had at that moment

When a lull in the upbeat songs play, and a slower, more set tone starts through the speakers—, Pavitr cuts in, taking you from Hobie, who shoots him off with a wink.

He holds you close, starting a slow dancing sway with you.

“How’re you finding it, Shonu?”

The lights dancing in your eyes make you evermore pretty to him.

“It’s—.. Its beautiful Pav, I’m so happy,”

People had started to sway with you, keeping the middle of the floor clean for you and your lover.

“,Thank you.”

“Only the best for you, [Name].”

You’d swayed with him for another minute before the end of the song had approached. Him twirling you out and catching you in a dip whilst you laughed and went along with it.

He brought you up into a quick, cheesy kiss.

“How romantic.”

“Cause I love you.”

Your voice quietened. “Love you more, Spidey.”

He stared at you a moment longer, placing a kiss along your temple once more.

“Happy Birthday, [Name].”

—

FOR MY BDAY GIRL @juneberrie 🥳🥳‼️

and ty to my lovely translator 🫶 @kissmxcheek

(PUT ME IN A CELL 💥💥⬇️)

[pruneunfair]

Tropes in manhwa are awful yet people still defend them

I'm in a bad mood right now so what better way to release all that pent up anger by ranting on what can ruin a good story.

1: Slavery being inserted only for cheap plot and slaves being demonized as obsessive/greedy monsters for "not knowing their place"

Theres nothing wrong with wanting to insert slavery in your story AS LONG as it's not just cheap plot to make your MC look "better" by buying from a single to all of the slaves because let me tell you this: there is no such thing as a good slave owner, you cannot morally own another human being. A lot of manhwa like to have slavery be a part of their plot completely ignoring that just because the MC goes "wow this is terrible" doesn't make them a good person after they buy a slave.

Remarried empress does this with its villian Rashta by pushing the notion that she's being greedy for not wanting to stay in poverty so Navier won't suffer because apparently a slave wanting what the silver spoon mouthed nobles were born into is so terrible not to mention they justify slave owners and slavery in general as a punishment for criminals (neglecting the fact that children can be sold by their parents)

The villainess has fun again justifies a child slave being bought by the lead and he becomes an obsessive shouta love interest, fans continously justify by using the ancient lolicon excuse "he may look young but he's actually 99182823 years old!"

In divorcing my tyrant husband, Robelia buys 30 slaves and the only 2 that consistently show up have no other personality other then "we love you FL we will worship you till the end of time!"

There's a damn manhwa out there literally called the order of slave breeding and even when a story tries to do this correctly such as VADTD with Penelope being portrayed as a bad person for what she did to Eckles, fans have been so deluded by the idea that FL's buying slaves is "girlboss" that they think Eckles should be grateful to be Penelopes "pet"

2: ML's murdering innocent people after one guy hurts the FL

I already made a specific post about it before and I'll say it again: all this does is make your male lead/father figure look like a horrific monster. While you could say it's because its a medieval kingdom (objectively that is true that they would do this) manhwa and OI is the same place where despite in those times taking a mistress was considered normal they still view it as cheating and "how could you pick that slut when you have such a perfect wife!? 🤬" in most stories. So yes, modern morality is still inserted within these tropes. While I can get it's a way to show that the man in questions loves the FL so much he's willing to go to such lengths to protect her I think just mutilating the guy that actually did the sin would be enough because try imagining yourself as a faithful servant who was amazing at your job getting brutally slaughtered by the Emperor because your boss attacked his daughter or lover.

Into the light once again does this with Aishas dad murdering all the relatives and close friends of a count that tried to kill Ysis and Aisha, Aisha doesn't seem to care despite being in a situation where she was wrongfully executed in her past life.

Remarried empress does this too. After Navier is nearly killed by Krista's brother, Heinrey tortures and kills the dad and slaughters the servants of the zemensias. I can't remember if he also murdered the remaining family members but I wouldn't put it past him.

3: protagonist centered morality

Protagonist centered morality is the biggest indicator that a piece of media is dealing with a mary sue FL. Whatever the protagonist says is right is immediately morally correct. This is actually used to justify the last 2 examples with "it was for the FL!" Things like slavery, murder, workplace abuse, union busting, pedophilia, and being a POS to your loved ones are all justified if the protagonist finds a cheap way to justify it and you HAVE to agree with her because her backstory is very tragic 🥺. Protagonist centered morality also ruins the chance for good characters since the FL herself never has to grow as a person so she stays the same exact thing as she was just with more enablers and random characters will be treated as villains even if they aren't actually wrong about being suspicious of the Protagonist or calling out her behavior. It twists the narrative in such incomprehensible ways that you don't even know what your reading anymore. I can't even list all of the manhwas that do this given how many there actually are so I'll just list some that are at least self aware there Protagonist is awful/morally grey or isn't even a bad person but they still have flaws that can be pointed out

Villains are destined to die

My in laws are obsessed with me

Not sew wicked step mom

Depths of malice

The villainess turns the hourglass

Beware of the villainess.

4: villains being dumbed down to make the lead look smarter

This is unfortunately another common staple often used as a quick way to make the FL look smart and witty but is that really hard to look smarter when everyone else around you is an idiot? Not only does the FL not have to put in actual effort to best her enemies but you just start to pity the villain for basically being a punching bag. Dimwitted villains aren't always bad in fact they can be some of those most entertaining characters no matter much they lose but that only works when they are meant to be seen as a goofy character that your not supposed to take seriously. Villains that are written as extremely childish and stupid but your still supposed to treat them as serious antagonists on the other hand are just annoying since you wonder how the protagonist even got killed by them in the first life if they're so stupid.

Isabella de Mare while admitly having a good reason for being dumbed down (she's a teenager in the 2nd life so it's reasonable she wouldnt be as smart as her adult counterpart) is still a joke of a villainess who keeps flipping back and fourth from a snot nosed whiny brat to a mastermind only at convenient opportunities when the plot needs conflict.

Mielle from the villainess turns the hourglass was first portrayed as extremely conniving as she arranged for Arias downfall in the shadows but in the second life she fails at every scheme she has even though she has Emma and Isis to help her out.

Ragibach is a literal demon possessing the body of another woman with the goal of setting demons loose on the word to start another human vs demon war and she succeeded in that the first time, the devastation was all there so clearly she has to be a formidable antagonist right? Well no, she's another case of being dumbed down further and further so Keira can succeed and while they do understand some plot holes such as Ludwig not trusting her as much in the second life it doesn't change the drastic character change from evil genius to bumbling idiot.

In short: dumbing down your villains so your lead can look smarter is essentially going to give the equivalent of a hydrogen bomb vs a coughing baby.

5: feminine women being demonized as basic "other girls" sluts

Okay this one isn't nearly as terrible as the others on this list because we all love the good old "a demon makes itself look beautiful to deceive humans" kind of villain, in fact as you probably know by me by now, white lotuses are my favorite kinds of character and even in media outside of manhwa I always find myself drawn to angelic villains but it seems like this is less of that and more of "Oh those are all the other girls who just want a man to save them, look at how much better my badass rich boss babe is for working for herself while taking all of their men at the time 😎" in manhwa. As soon as a traditionally feminine girl shows up, comments are already calling her a two faced bitch and half the time protagonist is already skeptical of her. This is the opposite of what being a feminist really is, a real feminist wouldn't be putting down other women just because they dress with more pink with bows and skirts and while I do think for most manhwa this is unintentional I do wish that we could have more characters like Psyche, Helena, Athy, and Jennette that prove that being overly feminine doesn't make you a backpedal on feminism. This doesn't make the badass or sexy fl's bad either, it just means they can co-exist.

An angelic villain should be treated as evil for being a well calculated schemer, not because they have a light colored color scheme

6: toxic relationships being romanticized as good

You know for a large community that claims to be about girl code a good chunk sure likes to look the other way when it comes to toxic relationships as long as the abuser is "hot" and theres always the terrible excuse such as "he has trauma!" Or "he doesn't know how to show his love normally!" No just no we aren't doing that here. Cry or better yet beg has this problem with not only the narrative claiming that Matthias graping Layla is okay because she actually loves him and doesn't know it but a large part of the fanbase also defends it, the same goes with try begging, a manhwa written by Solche who also wrote cry or better yet beg and once again despite Leon being an abuser everyone's ready to justify his actions because he's just a soft little boy who ends up falling in love with Grace awww 😍 (what the hell?) Everyones all about not justifying abusers because they had a sad past until it's the "sexy" male leads with daddy issues.

7: maid slapping

This shit isn't asserting your dominance as a boss bitch it's just work place abuse. This trope has gotten so out of hand of being justified by narratives and readers that there is an entire webtoon called this isekai maid is forming a union that's all about criticizing twisted manhwa tropes that get brushed off with maid absuer being at the biggest one. It's funny because a lot of people complain that Isekai maid union villainizes the nobles too much but they never ask the same questions when a OI is demonizing maids as greedy and lazy in order to deserve a beating. This doesn't just stop at hands either it can escalate to threats of mutilation just to assert dominice which is absolutely sick. Most of the time these leads used to be office workers or terminally ill patients, they know how terrible it is to be treated like garbage by their superiors yet they continue to absue every maid who isn't getting on their knees for them. Most maids in real history would not mistreat a noble even if they were the most hated in the house and even if they did they'd be fired without a letter of recommendation so why can't the FL's just fire the rude maid if they care about dignity so much because I'm pretty sure getting violent with a maid isn't very dignified either.

8: disgusting age gaps

Very similar to #6 but in this case while the ML/FL isn't a cruel monster to their partner it doesn't change the fact that grooming and pedophilia is still a crime worthy of life in prison. You'd think "oh no way, this can't be justified can it?" You'd be wrong. Now I belong to house of Castillo thankfully has a larger fanbase of people who think that a relationship between a girl who got groomed by her knight is bad but in cases like into the light once again a lot of people like to say "Well Aisha is technically 28 so it's fine!" When it really isn't since Aisha is still mentally 14. Taming my ex husbands mad dog is another one that does this with Reinhardt grooming a 16 year old boy and its apparently meant to be "cute".

9: claiming a character as unattractive yet giving them a perfect body and appreance

I just think this is a major cop-out since there's time where they want to make a realistic story yet also wanting a fantasy fufilment. I don't think its a coincidence that the only woman in tears of a withered flower that yout supposed to support is a Victoria's secret model body type. Even though she's meant to be an overworked exhausted 33 year old woman being mocked for losing her beauty she sure as hell isn't drawn that way, the only other women around hae soo are all women with smaller boob's and in general more common body types that are either classed as stupid or jealous that Hae soo is so beautiful that all the attractive men want her

how about we don't pit all the women against each other for once? And let's especially not villainize other women because their jealous they could never be have large boob's and tiny arms+waist at the same time?

10: the commoner protagonist actually being a noble rich person all along

Look I know most of us had loved those "the hated child is the lost princess" GLMM but we need to drop it because it's kinda disappointing that the nobody who had to work their way to the top is actually a secret magical princess who had royal blood in them all along. While I did think the villainess turns the hourglass was a pretty decent read I was super disappointed finding out that Aria was of noble descent all along. I liked seeing a commoner protagonist for once and it really felt like it was critiquing the idea that all commoners and poor people who want nice things like the nobility are greedy animals. Something similar can also happen with certain saintess manhwas that decide to twist itself into "the villainess was the true saintess all along!" And I'm just sitting here thinking "well there goes the hope that you didn't need the super duper rare power to be a strong character"

I feel way better now after writing all this.

[maniculum]

Perlesvaus (Evans translation)

So I'm taking another stab at reading the Sebastian Evans translation of Perlesvaus, for... reasons. Or the High History of the Holy Graal, as he titles it -- funnily enough, the people who put out this reprint apparently looked at the title, said "we're not doing that", and spelt it Grail on the cover.

Despite the bizarre choices in diction, it's still pretty fun, and I want to share some particularly entertaining bits of this text with y'all. (For those of you who aren't up on the two different translations of Perlesvaus and don't know what I mean by "bizarre choices", the Evans translation is from 1898 but pretending to be from, like, 1498.)

N.B.: Marginal notes in red are from the last time I tried this -- they stop showing up roughly a quarter of the way through the book, because that's when I decided to buy the Bryant translation instead.

I just find this funny because "who cares?" strikes me as such a modern thing to say. To me it is a phrase that seems most natural coming from a teenage character in late-20th-century media. But nope. "Who careth?"

This is here just for the bizarre scene. We have three women coming into the throne room (riding mules directly into the building, by the way). One is carrying a severed head decorated with silver and gold. Another has "a pack trussed behind her with a brachet thereupon" -- you can see from the notes that I had to look up "brachet", found out it was an old word meaning roughly "female scent-hound", and then had the mental image of this woman carrying around a beagle in a baby-bjorn.

Again something I find funny. Gawain just leaping through the air to interpose himself between the horses and this hermit, like he's trying to take a bullet for them. This is entirely because he is 100% certain the hermit will handle the saddles incorrectly, and when the hermit assures him he actually does know how this stuff works, Gawain calms down & lets him do it.

This is, for my money, one of the funniest things in all of Perlesvaus, which is saying something because it is a bonkers text. This lady rolls up and provides that description, and the hermit recognizes who she's talking about. Like, "oh yes I did see a knight with a heart of steel and the navel of a virgin". I want to give this description to a sketch artist. (I kind of want to throw it at an AI just to see what it comes up with, but you know. I don't want to encourage the machines.)

This time I'm nit-picking the translation, because that strikes me as a misplaced modifier. Obviously it's meant that Gawain is unaware of events, but the sentence is constructed to make it sound like it's referring to the building itself, which is of course unaware because it's a building and isn't aware of anything. (Also, side note, I like the phrase "as methinketh!")

One more, and I'm leaving this for now...

Here is a case where I was going to complain, but on further examination, I must hand it to Evans. I assumed that he was just randomly archaizing, but I looked it up after uploading this photo, and according to the OED, this was a valid alternate spelling of sovereign from the 17th to the 19th century. (Interestingly, the latest attested example on the OED is from 11 years before this translation was published, meaning this is evidence it was in use slightly longer than the OED entry would suggest -- does anyone know if there's still a way to submit instances of a word to the OED?)

[adventuringblind]

Make Me Yours

Oscar Piastri x Reader

Genre: chaotic smut (I'm a slut for this man)

Summary: Daniel mentions something to Oscar and he takes a shot in the dark.

Warnings: KNIFE PLAY, blood, intensive aftercare, Max and Daniel being big brothers, Oscar is a dork and we love him for it, enemies to lovers if you squint, soft dom Oscar, Reader is a mess for Oscar and he loves it.

Notes: This was an anonymous request! I hope you like it!! Please remember to communicate and take care of yourselves if you engage in a kink like this!! Reader is a Redbull rookie which I know is ridiculous but it's fiction.

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She wouldn't say her sex life is vanilla. Definitely the opposite, actually. Most people would look at Oscar and assume he is the most boring human on the planet.

They are all wrong.

Most the drivers, including herself, teased him about how he knows two positions maximum. He'd gotten fed up with it and showed her exactly why everyone is wrong.

Turns out pent up tension from being rivals from F3 and F2 leads to these situations. The situation being mind-blowing sex with the one guy who you didn't want to admit feelings for.

Formula 1 is an unforgiving world. She didn't need feelings getting in the way. Until Oscar came along and ruined it all.

Until that night, at least. Now they are stuck together like glue. It drives Max and Daniel insane with how much he's around the Redbul garage.

She tried to use the 'best friends' excuse until Daniel caught them in her driver's room.

"It's always the rookies."

That being said, her problem isn't the sex, or Oscar, or her relationship at all. The problem is how to bring up something she would like to try.

Both of them like trying new things and have been very clear on boundaries and keep open communication about the subject. He's never judged her for anything she's brought up. So why can't she just ask him?

"Something on your mind?" Daniel appears from thin air, and she slams her phone down out of view. She prays he didn't see the pictures of the silver blades and thinks she a psycho.

"Nope," she squeaks. A terrible recovery on her end.

"Watching porn? Looking at Mr. Piartri's nudes? Come one, you can tell me!"

Max pokes his head out from around the corner. "Are we talking about sex?" Here she thought the secluded space would be far away enough for them to come bother her. Then again, Daniel could help her out. He's good at talking to people.

"Pretty sure you and Charles talked about it last night." She quips without looking at him.

She's blushing and embarrassed. Her brain is yelling at her to run as far away as possible before she does something stupid-

"Hey Daniel, you know about sex stuff right?" Wow, that doesn't sound awkward at all.

"Yes?" He quirks his eyebrow at her. "But if you're looking for a threesome I'm going to have to decline. For now, at least," he winks.

She chokes at the notion. She's going to explode at this rate. Time to bail out. "Never mind, it's not that, but it's dumb."

Max appears fully in her line of sight. "You can't leave us hanging now! Oscar not performing well anymore?" His expression suddenly goes dark. "Or if he hurt you, I won't hesitate to send him into the barriers."

"No! no, it's not him it's me. I don't know how to ask him about something."

Both the males soften. It eases the anxiety a tiny bit, but she'd still rather not be here.

"Hmm, can I ask what it is?"

"A kink," she whispers away from him.

Daniel hears it anyway. "Yours or his?"

"Mine."

Daniel, now seeing he's not going to get anywhere like this, tries a new approach. "Look, this is a no judgment zone, right? Max talks about Charles and their sex life any chance he gets. I am an open book. No laughing or cringing, okay?"

It still feels weird having this conversation. But Daniel isn't going to let it sit now. Curse her impulsive mouth. "Knives. I want him to use a knife on me."

~~~~~

Oscar is sitting in wait around the Redbull motorhome. His girlfriend had said she'd meet him out here and he hasn't seen her all day, so he came early.

Media days are usually difficult for her. The journalists manage to find some new sexist thing to point out every race weekend. It drives all the drivers insane. They can't just let it go and move on to something new.

"Hiya mate!" Daniel appears around the corner and Oscar manages (just barely) to not jump out of his skin. "You waiting for your girl?"

"Yeah, I'm early though. Do I need to go?"

"Nah, you're fine." Daniel throws him a grin. "I'm curious how you keep the marks on her hidden. Been wondering for a while now."

Oscar blinks. His brain is trying to process the last Statement. "You mean... like a hickey?"

"No! The scars." Daniel looks like he's just said the most obvious thing. Oscar is still trying to remain neutral in what is definitely an odd conversation.

Scars? What scars is he talking about? "I-"

"Don't tell me you don't see it! That girl totally has some kind of knife kink."

Knife kink?! Where is this coming from? He tries to think back to any hint of it on her end. It's not like he's opposed to trying new things and he wouldn't be shocked if she felt weird about bringing it up.

"I'd ask her about it mate." Daniel winks and disappears into the crowd of people.

Oscar tries not to think too hard on it. It's just a weird comment made by Daniel in passing.

At least, that's what it started as.

Oscar then finds himself doing research on it. A deep rabbit hole that now occupies far too much space in his brain.

The idea of her permanently some kind of mark he puts there drives him wild. Which is odd, because it hasn't before. A visible hickey every now and then does the trick. Satisfies him when they go out places.

After the first 'I don't see your boyfriend,' he started putting one on her collar bone. Not visible unless she deems it so amd fresh enough to ward off any suspicious characters.

Curse Daniel for giving him this stupid idea. Something more permanent than a hickey sounds appealing.

If it were up to him, he'd keep her in his pocket. It's funny, really, how she thought he didn't know about her feelings. Oscar had played the game for two years. Then he couldn't take it anymore and he snapped.

Yes, she's snarky and moody, and as picky as Lando, until you get past the hard exterior and see she's all soft and squishy. Most of the time, anyway.

He asks her about it after Silverstone. He's coming down off his high and drunk on the adrenaline paired with a shot of success. The confidence boost is really what he needs to put the idea out there. As outrageous as it seems, Daniel might have a point.

"I was thinking about something." He starts off with. She flops onto her bed. Not his since Lando manages to get into his room at the worst times.

"Something good I hope?"

"Depends." Oscar adjusts their position so he can cradle her. The way she snuggles into him like an affectionate cat makes him melt. "It's kinky."

"The best kind of thoughts to have!" She taps his nose with her index finger to accentuate each word.

Oscar steels himself for the possible outcomes. "What if we tried knives."

There is an unmatched look of pure shock on her face. Oscar is prepared to reassure that she doesn't have to, until he notices the glint.

"Yes! I mean - yeah, we should give it a try."

Huh, so Daniel was right. Oscar will have to thank him later for the tip. "We need to talk about it first. I'm thinking either talk now and do it or we save it for a later date."

"How about we talk now, then see?"

"Sounds lovely."

~~~~~

The more Oscar talks, the more she wants it. It's ridiculous what he does to her with merely his voice. Or maybe it's the constant regard for her wants, needs, and safety.

Yeah, it's true what they say: consent really is sexy.

"Love? Did you hear what I was saying?" His voice has they soft mellowness about it that calms the raging see of her emotions.

"No..."

"Stay with me, yeah? I'll put this off if you aren't coherent enough to truly consent to anything." Yep, sexy. No doubt about it.

"I'm here, promise! Just got distracting... thinking."

"About?"

She waits a beat to see if he's willing g to drop it. He makes no indication he'll be moving on, however, making her forced to answer. "Your voice..."

She is going to combust at this rate. It's embarrassing how wrecked she is already. Oscar hasn't even touched her, but the sight of him with the glinting silver blade in his hands has her going feral. The crazy eyed, drooling kind that makes her seem like she should be locked up.

The fact Oscar spent over two hours in discussion and has research to back up every point her makes drivers her wild. She would happily spend the rest of her life with him even after a measly two years together.

He's ruined her. Oscar has made it so she will never be able to leave. So what if she's dramatic? Can you really blame her when she has Oscar Piastri standing in front of her looking ready to devour her?

Oscar takes his time. It's slow and gentle kisses, nimble fingers finding their way around the canvas he knows so well. "Fucking hell you're gorgeous."

She takes a mental note of the way she's in no clothes and he's got all his own. It's unfair and she tugs at his sleeve to signal she wants it off. Oscar complies and pulls the fabric off.

He goes back to licking his way around the inside of her mouth. Her hands relax around his body, taking comfort in the warmth and closeness of the skin-on-skin contact.

His fingers slip through her folds and like muscle memory locate her clit. It's pathetic the sounds he's getting her to make. Specifically, while holding the pocketknife, unopened, in his free hand.

"So pretty for me love. I would cut you up and put you in my pocket if I could. Carry your cute ass around with me like a good luck charm."

She's so far down the rabbit hole of her favorite headspace. Oscar's words are just swimming around her, until the sound of the black clicking open pulls her back into reality.

He presses the flat part of the blade against her arm. The cold of the metal sends a shiver running down her spine.

Oscar is looking deep in the eyes, mapping out every emotion and physical reaction she's having to the sensation. "Color?"

"Green, very green, the brightest of greens-" Oscar shuts her up with a kiss to her temple. It's gentle and meaningful. Enough to turn her right into a blushing mess.

Oscar checks in frequently every time the blade moves. The masochist is jumping for joy when the tip barely rests against her shoulder blade. "Are you ready? Want me to mark you? Shall I make you bleed for me?"

"Please," She whines.

"Keep your eyes on me yeah? You say red and I stop."

She signals that she understands and would like to continue. Oscar traces the line he wants to make.

She hisses when the knife presses downwards. Oscar panics, but he watches her eyes roll back and knows to continue. "Eyes on me, love. I want to see how pretty you look."

The cold stinging sensation makes her whimper in pain and moan in ecstasy all at the same time. He's still talking to her. Voice still calm and gentle. He's watching her intently, tracking every shift until he's done.

He keeps a hand on her to let her know he's still present as he tucks the, now closed knife, safely onto the bedside table. Despite looking so composed to everyone else, she notices the small thing about Oscar's shift in demeanor. Like how his pupils are staring at her, just the slightest bit tinged with the desire tor take her in the next ten seconds.

He resists and makes sure she is ready for that first. "Color?"

She slurs through an ungodly number of praises and words resembling 'green'. Oscar basks in it. He sits and caresses her skin as he watches the cut to make sure he really did go light enough.

Small beads of red appear at the surface, but not enough that he's concerned with first aid at the Moment. He breathes a sigh of relief.

"Osc? Are you still green?"

Oscar softens again. "Yeah, I'm green, just taking in the sight and - happy I didn't stab you." He's breathless and panting. His jeans straining and her hands aching to get her hands on him.

There is so much love and kindness leading up to him finally getting inside of her. The towel underneath her shoulder catches the run-off red. It falls away with every thrust of his hips and rock of her body.

They hit the edge to quickly. Falling over it in white hot pleasure and moans of joy.

"You're such a good girl for me. You did such a good job." Oscar whispers in her ear as he wipes the cut with disinfectant.

Oscar carries her blissed out body to the bathroom and lets her look at the wound before bandaging it. A perfect heart now rests on the peak of her shoulder. Not massive, but enough to be seen without looking to close.

"I love it."

"Yeah? You ready to bandage it?"

"Do we have to?"

She doesn't get her way. Oscar bandages the heart and gets them cleaned up. Then it's water and snacks in bed.

"I never thought you'd be into it."

"I wasn't until Daniel brought it up."

Her entire being stills. Maybe even goes pale and Oscar looks at her in confused worry.

"I might have asked him for advice on how to ask you... about this."

Once again, his face softens. "You know you never have to be afraid of asking me." A gentle smile appears on his face. "I do think we'll have to thank him for this later."

"You're just going to inflate his ego."

"Maybe it's worth it if he keeps giving me advice." Oscar winks at her and smirks.

Yeah, maybe Daniel's pestering isn't to bad.

~~~~~

Oscar stands waiting for the drivers parade the next race weekend with all the other drivers. He's waiting patiently for his favorite rookie to come and join him.

Instead, he is once again jumping out of his skin because Danile is grabbing his shoulders from out of nowhere. "Could you not, like, scare me? Please?"

"But this is more fun! Certainly not as much fun as you had, I'm sure. I saw the scar." Daniel wiggles his eyebrows.

Oscar is blushing, he can feel it in his face. The words he wants to say are not coming out like he intends. "yep, I - um... thanks."

"Let me know if you need any other advice." Daniel smirks and claps him on the shoulder, Leaving Oscar a mess.

This is why I get teased; he thinks.

[daenysx]

Hi! I hope you're doing well. Idk if my request got lost honestly but is it okay if i re-send my request?

This is about modern!Aemond's family. You hc that Aelyx is a mommy's boy. How do you imagine Aelyx and Aemond bond? Is there a time where they get to spend with each other?

hi, lovely !! i'm sorry, it's probably my fault because i remember seeing your request during the sleepover but i didn't answer it and it all got messy in my inbox. thank you for taking the time to send it again, i hope you enjoy <33333

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, fluff

aemond targaryen is quite literally addicted to buy new books.

he has a perfect excuse for it now, it's not only for me- the kids will enjoy it as well. you like that about your husband, even when he puts his books everywhere at home. he's not messy, never, but he likes being able to reach any book he wants any time. he says they are organized in their own way. you won't argue with him, he knows how to charm his way out.

tonight you're taking alyssa for her first official girls night. aunt helaena invited her with the biggest smile on her face, she said it'll be fun, jaehaera will be there after all. there'll be lots of snacks, lots of conversations, and maybe alyssa can sleep early but it's okay. she's almost seven years old now, she likes being included.

she says goodbye to aemond with a big kiss on his cheek. he returns the kiss with an even bigger one, and a good hug that lasts for a few long seconds. you also get a kiss from him, and give him a promise to send pics of alyssa and jaehaera playing together.

aelyx hugs you next. he's a bit more clingy these days, an adorable boy with chubby cheeks and aemond's eyes. you kiss him many many times, tell him to have a good time with daddy.

when you leave, the boys of the house are alone. aemond takes his son in his arms, carries him to the couch because he always gets a bit upset when he sees you leave. he holds aemond's sweater in his tiny hand as aemond settles down on the couch.

this is where the books come into the picture. aelyx adores books. he's like a mini aemond, at least that's what aegon says, he likes touching the pages and looking at the pictures. he likes when one of you reads a part out loud for him. he falls asleep quicker when aemond goes through his favorite sleep story.

it's almost his bed time. aemond got him his favorite book, it's full of pictures and short paragraphs for his daddy to read out loud.

"shall we look at the pictures first?" aemond asks as his baby settles down on his lap comfortably. he'll probably fall asleep in a few minutes but it's okay. aemond rubs his big hand on his son's back in circles.

"yes, please." the boy says. "this one."

his tiny finger points the picture of a princess, there's a knight standing next to her. this was alyssa's favorite picture once. aemond gets a sense of nostalgia.

"oh, yes." aemond says softly. "do you like the princess?"

"looks like mommy."

"she does look like mommy. what about the knight?"

"hmm." aelyx lifts his head and puts it back on aemond's chest. no lovely thoughts about the knight apparently.

"can i read this part?" aemond asks. "it's the one about the knight saving the princess."

"okay." aelyx agrees. his eyes are half open, silver hair messy from being snuggled to aemond.

daddy always uses his softest voice when he's reading. it doesn't matter which book he reads. there's one about quantum physics, another one about ethical theories, there's alyssa's favorite fairytale, and it's always the same tone of his voice.

you told aemond that the kids adore his voice once, he quickly fell in love with this thought. he reads out loud until his throat hurts and aelyx loves it. it's a story book now because of his bed time but he'd gladly listen to one of aemond's politics books if it meant to hear daddy's voice for minutes.

"so they ran until they could reach to the forest. the knight turned to look back when he heard a voice, someone was behind the trees-"

aemond stops when he hears a tiny snore. a nice breathing sound coming from his baby on his chest. he takes his phone and sends a quick selfie to you, letting you know aelyx is asleep.

he stays there for a few minutes. it's always a nice feeling to hold his son in his arms, he resembles aemond in many ways but he also doesn't. he looks like him, thinks like him, talks like him. aemond knows he'll be better, though. at least aelyx will have a dad who tries his best to be included in his kids' lives.

[starlightsuffered]

On The Throne

Warnings - teasing, smut, unprotected sex, publicish sex

Pairing - King Hal/Fem!Reader

The ball was gorgeous. I was outfitted in the finest of fabrics my new kingdom could buy. I was the newly appointed Princess. My mother had been a mistress of the king. When the Queen had produced no heirs, I was appointed Princess and future ruler of my kingdom. It was a rare circumstance, and thus, my father had encouraged me to make nice with King Hal.

I didn't even know what the new King looked like. He was newly appointed as well, so I supposed we'd have that in common.

I was announced to the room, and I walked in gracefully. Once there I was told my first dance would be with the king. Perhaps my father's urging wouldn't be as hard to follow as I'd thought.

When King Hal came and bowed to me. I was taken aback. The King was young, but not only that, he was beautiful. He had short, curly hair, a pale and thin frame, and eyes alight with mischief.

"Your Highness," I bowed politely.

"You can call me Hal," he smiled.

"Then you may call me Y/N," I allowed.

We began the first dance. The way his hands were gentle, yet firm, seemed to promise things soon to come. I was being twirled, then held tight to his body. My breasts heaved from the dancing, and he glanced down before pulling me closer to his chest.

"You are quite fetching y/n," he said, a smirk gracing his angular features.

"You are quite daring," I told him.

"Whatever do you mean?" he asked with false ignorance.

"You think I don't see? Your eyes continually drop to my chest, your hand on my back creeps southward."

"All innocent I assure you," he chuckled, but I could see the way his eyes were dark with lust.

"What of the way you bite your lip when looking at mine? Or the way you press me against your body?"

"Suppose I am being daring?" he asked, in a near breathless whisper. "What would you make of it?"

"I would say that my undergarments will be of no use after this night, wet as they are."

His eyes fluttered shut, and a low groan came from his lips.

"Do not tempt me so Princess, I have yet so many duties this night," he begged. It was my turn to smirk.

The night ended well, and Hal went around thanking everyone for coming. Later in the night, I could not sleep. My thoughts were consumed with Hal. I couldn't go to his room, so I decided to explore the castle.

I wandered by candlelight until I reached the throne room. The throne sat on a stage, several steps higher than the rest of the floor. A skylight had been added, so that moonlight poured onto the chair.

I walked up to the throne. I ran my hand over the silver, glowing, metal. It was beautiful. I imagined Hal sitting here in all his glory. He would look gorgeous

"Enjoying the castle?"

I turned, nervous about being caught. When I turned I realized it was only Hal. He was smirking and leaning against the entrance to the throne room.

"Yes my lord," I curtsied.

"I said it was Hal," he said as he began to make his way toward me. He looked impish in the moonlight.

"What are you doing up, Hal," I amended my title for him.

"Couldn't sleep, something was on my mind," he told me, as he took the steps toward me, two at a time.

"That is my reason for being up as well," I whispered, now that he was so close to me.

"Well, suppose we remedy that, yeah?"

He began to kiss my neck. His velvety lips made me shudder. The wet spots he left had me weak. Soon his lips were on mine and I was entangling myself with him. He was an expert kisser, with just the right pressure, and wetness.

"You look so lovely in the moonlight," he said, cupping my face. "Are you sure you want this?"

"I am positive Hal."

He was lifting the thin nightdress over my head quickly. He let out a very unkingly swear at the sight of my body. Now it was my turn to hastily remove his shirt. His bare chest glowed. In awe, I ran my hands over the planes of his abdomen.

"Oh Hal, you're so beautiful," I breathed. He took my hand and kissed my palm, before placing it over the bulge in his trousers. I moaned at the hardness I felt there. I began to palm him over his clothes as he unlatched my bra. It fell to the floor and slid down the steps.

He removed himself from my action. I was confused, but he took down his pants. I was amazed by his length, the pink head dripping precum onto the throne's dais.

He moved around me and sat on the throne, his cock standing tall. I gulped. He was smirking at me, as he lazily squeezed his balls. They were heavy and full. I wanted him to empty them inside of me.

I responded but pulling down my undergarments. I turned around and backed toward him. He got the idea, and I placed a hand on my hip. I assumed the other hand was guiding his length to my entrance because I felt his tip pushing into me. I treasured how long it took him to bottom out inside me as I lowered myself.

"Beautiful," he gasped when he was fully sheathed.

I moved off him slowly, then slammed back down. He let out a choked moan. I continued to ride his cock. Sometimes I'd pull off to just his head and gyrate my hips, just to tease him.

"You're nothing like I imagined," he gasped.

"Disappointed?" I challenged.

"Not in the slightest."

He pulled me back against him, stilling my actions for a moment. He suckled on my neck while fiddling with my nipples. I moaned, arching up against his hands. He chuckled darkly in my ear as he began to rut up into me. Now both of us were moving, with his hands on my waist to help me along.

I imagined us with crowns on our heads, doing this in front of our people. Our wet noises and desperate vocalizations, echoing for the kingdom to hear. The idea had me coating his cock with even more of my slick.

"I'm going to cum," he groaned into my ear. He reached around to toy with my clit, helping me near my orgasm. Soon his orgasm shattered over him, and he was thrusting up and spilling into me. I gasped and cried out as the stimulation to my clit had me coming undone around him.

I looked down to see some of him was leaking out of me and onto his sacred throne. Debasing it that way just had me ready to ask him for a round two.

[non-empatheticloser]

Just A Little Dance

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Authors Note: Yo, so this is my first fic I ever finished (I'm lazy) and decided I felt it was worthy enough to actually be posted. I don't know if I will ever post another, but we shall see. Anyways I feel like there is rarely any Snape content I can enjoy, so I got my hands a little dirty and decided to do it myself.

p.s. proof read this to the best of my abilities, sorry if something sounds off I got dyslexia. If I read it too much I will change the whole thing. I hope my Snape lovers enjoy these supple crumbs.

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Summary: You decide to take Severus to the Yule Ball, even though you know he will argue with you. However, he decides that you owe him.

Word Count: 5.8k

Tags: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader, Fluff with Smut, Severus Snape x You, Submissive Reader, Choking, Spanking, Grumpy Severus, Professor Reader

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It was just a few weeks from the Yule ball at Hogwarts and you decided that you really wanted to take Severus, even if he would argue. Before you could do that you needed a way to get him to go shopping with you without suspecting anything. So, when you asked him to go with you while you picked out a few new clothes, he didn’t say no. “Hurry up Severus, I want to get there before the students are let out for the afternoon.” You are a few paces ahead of him as he elegantly strides behind you. “What is the rush? I would rather spend more time with you than going back to teach all of those pesky brats anyways.” Although he was arguing he did pick up the pace to match your speed. He reached down and interlocked his fingers into yours as you guided him through the crowd. His fingers were cold but strangely delicate. You've grown used to them over the years, and they’ve become a comfort to you. You pass many different street store and buildings before you come to a stop in front of Mrs. Shortem’s Dress and Suit, which was a small little shop that was located at the end of the street. It was known famously for having some of the best dresses in the wizarding world. There was no doubt that some of them had already been grabbed, but this was exactly the reason you wanted to beat all of the students before the afternoon bell. Today they would learn the date of the Yule ball, and there was no doubt they would all rush to grab the dresses and suits they desired. When you stopped in front of the store Severus raised his eyebrow as he looked over at you. “Buying a new dress? What exactly for?” He paused and looked at you. His eyebrows furrowed and his face stiffened in confusion. Only a split second later, you see the exact moment the realization hit him, and his eyes widened as he glanced back at the store. “No. Not happening. You know I don't like dancing.” He pulls his lanky fingers away from your hand and crosses his arms. “Severus please, I want to take you with me.” You look up at him and bat your eyelashes trying to get a pity ‘yes.' “No.” He says as he begins to turn around to walk down the street. “Fine. I guess I will ask someone else to take me then.” He stops in his tracks. You smirk, and cross your arms. 

I win. He lets out a sigh before turning around. He walks back up to you without saying a word and drags you both into the store before anyone else could witness where he was. Upon entering the store, your eyes try to take in all of the beauty that is around you. Looking up, you could see beautiful dresses hang from the racks and ceiling. No matter how many time you saw this place it never got old. 

The shop had a chandelier in the middle of the tall ceiling that managed to cast the light from the ceiling to the dresses making them sparkle. There were two floors of clothes, each floor had a decretive railing protecting people from its fall. The floor was pure black marble, and the walls were a brilliant color of silver with jeweled patterns dancing in it’s paint. It was magical, but not the magic you were used to. 

“Let’s hurry up before people see me in here,”  Severus mumbles. You ignore him and begin scanning the racks of dresses. “Go find something to try on. We will meet at the stairs when we’re done.” You urge him off. Now that you could shop— uninterrupted— you go back to inspecting the dresses. You scan the racks of dresses until one in particular caught your eye. The black jewels sparkled in the lights of the shop. It had an intricate pattern on top of the mesh that blended perfectly with your skin. You took it off the rack and admired it before heading to the changing room. Behind the curtain of the stall you had entered you stared at yourself in amazement. This was the one. This was the dress you wanted. You pulled back the curtain to try and find Severus to show him until, an idea sprang into your mind. The thought danced in your mind while you took off the dress before you head back to the stairs, where you said you would meet him. Severus was standing against the rail holding what you could only assume was a suit. You walked down the stairs causing him to turn around to look at you. “Are we ready to go now?” He looks at you holding something in a bag. He gives you a quizzical look almost as if he is asking ‘is that yours.’ “Yep, lets go grumpy.” You grab his hand as you both walk back to the school. As you walk back together Severus can't seem to shake the snarl on his face. “Oh come on now, going to a dance with me won't be that bad. Besides, I feel like the other professors need to see the side of you that I always do.” You squeezed his hand trying to get him to look at you. He makes a small glance in your direction before sighing. 

“It’s not that I don't want to go to a dance with you, but you know I don't do these types of things. Besides, all of students are going to be there, and I would rather not have to deal with… them.” He made a disgusting face at the last part of the sentence.

“Severus, it will be fine. No one will be paying attention to you.” “You don't think people will be paying attention to the teacher they despise when he suddenly starts dancing? Don’t be ridiculous, [Y/N].” 

You huff and begin to pick up your pace not wanting to argue with him right at this moment. He notices and picks up his own pace, his cloak flaring behind him. He reaches out and grabs your arm and pulls you back. “[Y/N], I never said I wouldn’t go. I just said it’s hard for me to do these things.” He stares into your eyes, “and I’ll be damned if you go with someone else.” He gives you a reassuring squeeze on your arm before letting you go and returning to his usual stance. 

“Thank you.” You give him a smile and hook your arm in his as you walk back to the school. When you approach the doors of Hogwarts the noon bell chimes and you hear the voices of students begin to rush through the halls. Severus decides it would be best to walk around and go through the side door to reduce the possibility of getting trampled. Severus opens the door with a flick of his wand and lets you walk in before he follows and locks the door back. “Thought we weren't allowed to use these doors,” you tease and shove your shoulder into his side. 

“Are you going to snitch on me?” He raises his eyebrow back at you. Now that you two aren’t in public Severus can finally be himself. He is quiet warm on the inside when no one is around. He begins to walk up to you and places his hands on your side before kissing your forehead. He lets out an exhausted sigh as if the trouble of walking through town was enough to make him tired.

“When is this dance that I have to go to again?” Severus sets his forehead against yours. It didn’t bother you though, because it seemed to be his way of calming down. “Next week, Sev.” You rests yours hands around his neck and twirl your fingers through his hair. He seemed to melt further into you and let out a sigh before he pulled away and hands you your bag. “Here,” he extends his arm holding the dress you just bought. "I will see you after classes are done. If I spend too much time with you I won't want to teach today.” You take the bag that held the dress with a pout on your face. “You don't even want to see what I bought?” You ask as you wiggle up against him trying to prompt him to go further. He lets out a small chuckle at your performance, but still begins pushing you towards the door. It was a small thing about him that you never took for granted. His laugh was something that always seemed to melt your heart. “Go on, I will see you later tonight…,” he leans down to whisper in your ear, “and you can show me Exactly. What. You. Bought.” This leaves a shiver running down your spine as you walk out the door to head back to your classroom. You couldn’t wait for tonight. 

____________________________________________________________ “Severus hurry up! I don't want to be late!” You call out to him from the hallway as you wait for him to open the door. You decide to knock one more time, but before your hand could make contact with the door it swings open, and Severus meets your eyes. For a split second you catch him break the gaze, as his eyes got a glimpse of your dress. Last week you never did show Severus your dress. Things kind of escalated a little to fast, and well… one thing led to another… Anyways, you could tell Severus was enjoying the view, drinking you in with his eyes. God… it wouldn’t be long before he made you thirsty as well. 

He was dressed in his usual all black except instead of his cloak he had a tailcoat on, and a black bowtie to complement it. It outlined his slender body beautifully, and made him look very handsome. “Stop that!” You give him a playful slap on the arm. Come on we need to be there a little early, we are still professors after all.” The slap seemed to bring his attention back as he sighs in agreement. 

“Fine, but later you will have no excuses to use on me when I get you alone.” He says in his usual low tone. He adjusts his sleeves as he resets the scowl on his face to prepare for his future interactions. “Lead the way, Professor [L/N].” “Ha ha, very funny.” You roll your eyes before walking toward where the ball would be held. As you walked you could feel Severus’s eyes glued to the back of you almost as if he was entranced. After a few seconds, you feel his arm snake its way around your waste as you walk almost as if saying, ‘you are mine tonight.’ The music was a little loud and you could hear it from down the hall. The ballroom was empty of students right now, so you and Severus decide to make your way up to the rest of the professors who were also waiting for the students to arrive.

Minerva spotted you first a strolled up to you with a smile on her face. “Oh, how lovely to see you here dear. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it.” You see her sneak a glance at Severus, and you smirk to yourself at how you were able to get him to come. “No worries, we are here now!” You walk over to the other professors to say your greetings and chat a little bit while the students begin to fill the room. You smile looking around at the familiar faces that you have been teaching over the years all dressed up, and enjoying the night. You glance over at Severus and he has his usual stone cold glare plastered on his face. All you could do was roll your eyes and smile knowing he was arguing with himself not to leave at this moment. Once all the students have arrived Dumbledore gives his usual speech to the students about how they should enjoy they night, and with that the ball begins. You let out a sigh as you were finally done standing at the front of the room and immediately began heading over to the punch bowl. You grab yourself something to drink as you watch the students get there first dances in. You feel a presence walk up beside you, when you glance over Severus is standing beside you as his dark eyes scan the crowd. You offer him a sip of your punch and he just stares at the cup almost offended. “More for me then,” you say taking a sip. 

“So…-“ you begin to say, but are promptly cut off when Severus sees a pair of students making their way outside of the ballroom. Here we go�� You try to go back to what you were saying, but Severus snakes his way around the ballroom to head over to the students already preparing a lecture in his head.

“Sev-“ you call out but realize it is no use over the music. You sigh and set your punch cup down on the table and begin to make your way around the room after him. When you reach the outside you see you are too late. Severus is already scolding them about how they weren’t allowed outside. “A week of detention in my office. You two should know better, especially you Miss Froogle.” You can see the girl lower her head in shame. He was about to continue when you step in and place a hand on his arm. “Head back inside, both of you. Just don't let me catch you out here again, and I might be able to get you out of detention.” You wink at them and give them a nod to the door. A smile forms on their lips out of gratitude, and they both scurry inside. Severus gives me a glare. “Ah, never took you to be one for betrayal.” He says with a cold tone. “Severus I did not drag you here to yell at students all night. Besides, they just want to have fun.” I give him a smile and walk closer to him. I feel his arms wrap loosely around my waist as the music from inside the ballroom plays through the muffles of the wall. Severus leans his head down near your ear, his breath warming the chill from the air. “I’m sorry, I will do better for you.” You can feel his lips gently kiss on your ear before he leans back up to meet your eyes. Out here— alone— you both stare at each other for a few seconds before Severus slowly backs away from you— you give him a confused look that he doesn’t acknowledge— and gives you a small bow. The music from inside the building can be heard as it starts to play a new song. 

“Can I have this dance?” He looks up to you awaiting your response. 

You smile down at him, and extend your hand for him to grab. “Of course.” He places a small kiss on the top of it before he raises himself up, and pulls you into him. He places his hands on your waist,  and you drape your hands on his shoulders as you both begin to sway to the music. A small giggle escapes your lips while dancing which strikes a small smirk across Severus’s face knowing he made you happy tonight after all. With that, he spins you around causing you to laugh. You can see Severus looking down at you with love in his cold dark eyes. When the music stops you both close the distance and share a kiss together. You feel Severus’s hands slowly trail down your back to rest slowly above your behind, but he doesn’t let them go any further. “When this is over,” he leans in close to your ear, “I will make you pay for bringing me out here while you get to run around wearing that.” And with that he opens the doors to the ballroom and walks back inside to continue keeping an eye on the students.

You couldn’t tell if the heat on your face was from the cold or from Severus himself, but you suddenly couldn’t wait for the ball to be over. You head back inside and wander back over to the other professors who have congregated into one of the corners. They were laughing and sharing dances with each other as they tried to enjoy the night as much as they could. You spot Severus in the corner of the room, scolding a student for seemingly causing an argument between two girls. He is always scolding someone, either me or an unsuspecting victim. But before he could notice you staring you hear Minerva call your name out.

When you turn to look, Minerva is strolling up to you with her cat-like grace. “Hello dear, having a good night?” You follow her eyes and realize she is staring at Severus. You knew she was asking if Severus was being his usual grumpy self. 

“Actually… I am.” You smile at her and keep your stare on Severus as your mind replays what he whispered to you outside. You see him push his hair back away from his face as he scans the room for you. When he catches your eyes you almost see a smile appear on his face, but it is quickly dismissed when he sees Minerva also staring at him. His usual cold look is instantly reinstalled on his features, but you could swear you saw his eyes travel down your figure. You give him a smile then return to the conversation you were having with Minerva. 

After a while the music has begun to die down and the students empty the ballroom. The professors stay behind to make sure nothing is left behind and to ensure everyone gets to their rooms safely. You see Severus standing by the door waiting for you. You walk over to him and he extends his arm for you to hold as you both exit the ballroom together.

“C’mon, tell me you enjoyed it.” You say once you are halfway down the hall. Severus looks straight ahead ignoring you. You decide to take this as a challenge. “Severus I know you had to have a little fun, besides I enjoyed dancing with yo-… Sev!” 

Severus has pulled you around the corner and pushed you into a small empty classroom. You stare at him as he closes the door and locks it behind him. “Excuse you, what exactly do you think you are doing?” You place your hands on your hips, but when Severus turns around you can see the look on his face. Oh no…

He walks up to you, “I planned on taking you back to your chambers to do this, but since you are so keen on asking questions I couldn’t wait.” He stalks towards you forcing you to back up until you feel a desk hit the back of your thighs. 

“I told you I would have to make you pay for walking around in that dress all night knowing I couldn’t even enjoy it,” he purrs into your ear as he leans above you trapping you against the desk. You can feel the blush start to spread across your face, but the dimness of the classroom hid it from your lover’s view. Even though, you were pretty sure he could tell anyways.

“Severus… you know that is not what I intended. I just wanted to bring you along for a few dances,” you whisper to him slightly confused by his desperation for repayment. 

“Darling, it is all the same in the end. You drug me along to this event knowing I would have to stare at you in that dress all night. Yes, I enjoyed the dance with you, but I need more.” He gently pulls you up to stand and replaces your spot on the desk. He sits down and pats his lap. You go to sit on his lap, but he stops you. “Who told you to sit?” He speaks up and you give him a confused look. He gives a deep chuckle before pulling you closer, “lay across my lap,” his slender finger traces your cheek.

The blush on your face deepens as you lay yourself across Severus’s lap. “Good girl…” he purrs while he gently runs his hands up and down your legs. You bite your lip keeping in any sound that might slip out to hint that you are enjoying this. 

Severus finally pulls your dress up to your waist to give him a clear shot at his target. You can feel his eye roam your lower half before, SMACK! A slight whimper slips out of your lips. “Sev-“ SMACK! You couldn’t help it a slight moan escapes your mouth. 

“Are you enjoying this, darling?” He asks you while gently rubbing the spots he a previously hit. 

“A little-“ SMACK! This one was harder than the others. 

“Did I say that you should be enjoying this? This is supposed to be my payback.” He runs his hands gently over the spot he smacked giving you time to recover before, SMACK! Severus gives you a few more spanks until he was satisfied with the shade of red that was displayed on your ass.

“Do you think you have learned your lesson?” He leans his head down towards your head as he whispers. His black hair draping to cover the sides of his face. You give him a nod and he gently pulls you off of him as he allows you to make yourself presentable again. 

You pull down your dress and run your hands down the sides to smooth out any ruffles. You clear your throat, you don't know what to say so you watch as Severus walks up to you and interlocks his fingers in yours. You two are silent on the rest of the walk back to your chamber. When you finally reach your door you open it and allow Severus to come inside. He takes a step in and closes the door behind him and locks it. With a swift motion he pushes your back up against it. He places both of his hands beside you on the wall trapping you between him and the locked door. 

All you could do was stare into the eyes of the slender figure who had you pinned. “Now…” Severus spoke in a low tone, “where were we?” but before you could get a word out he places his lips on yours. 

Severus kisses you like a starved man who finally was able to enjoy a meal. “All night, I have had to stare at you in that dress,” he draws back as he whispers in your ear. A blush has already found your face with a deep red shade. His hand creeps up your side, his long fingers grazing your ass.

 “Now—”  he begins, “—that we are alone—” his removes one of his hands from beside you to trace your jaw with his finger, “—I can enjoy what I have been craving all night.”

You feel your heart rate pick up as Severus grabs you and lifts you over his shoulder. He brings you to the small door at the little corner of the room where your bedroom lies. “Severus!” You squeal. He pushes open the door and sets you down on the bed before returning to close the door. When he turns around you can see that he slowly taking his tailcoat off. Once he throws it on the chair you have in the corner of your room, he untucks his dress shirt, pulling it out slowly from his pants. 

His actions seem slow, but for you this is happening all so quickly. He walks up to where you sat on the edge of the bed. You can see a small smirk appear on his lips as he takes his hand and grips your jaw making you look at him. “Such a pretty mouth you like to run, maybe I should put it to good use.” 

Your vision was a little clouded from all the adrenaline running through you at this moment. When you looked away from his gaze your eyes fell level with his waist, and you could see just how worked up he truly was. He quickly readjusted your head to look him in the eyes. He begins to push you back on the bed, leaning over you while propping himself up with his arms. 

You weren't used to Severus acting on his desires towards you, but god did you love it. The quiet, cold hearted, professor who has a clear distain for everyone chose you. Your mind is racing as Severus’s hands trace the outline of your body enjoying ever little dip and curve that was presented to him. 

You think of something to say, anything, but nothing comes to mind. You are under this mans spell, and he has no intention of letting you out of it. As he leans over you you can see his eyes travel down to your chest. His face hiding his true emotions as he begins to talk.

 “So pretty, it is quite a shame you made me wait all this time.” Severus is so close to you at this point that you can feel his untucked dress shirt skim your waist. Suddenly he draws back while assisting you up at the same time. He takes a seat on the bed while you stand in front of him. 

“I want to see you take it off. I want to enjoy what I have been missing all night.” 

“Severus, I-“ 

“Now.”

You don't wait any longer. He sits on the bed, his posture so elegant as he makes you strip yourself for him. 

You begin with the straps on your shoulder. They gently fall to the side with a simple push of your hands. Next, you feel for the zipper on your back. When you are unable to reach it you feel Severus reach out and spin you around. He slowly unzips your dress for you before making you resume your performance. 

You see his sharp tongue draw out to trace his lips for a split second as he appreciates the sight in front of him. 

The dress finally falls around your ankles. You are left standing in front of the man you love in nothing but your undergarments. Severus takes this opportunity to reach out and pull you towards him on the bed. He traces his hands down the back of your body, finally allowing himself to grab your ass.

You can feel your pulse in your stomach as you watch him stand up and slowly begin to unbutton his shirt. His elegant fingers move with ease sliding the buttons through their designated hole. With each button he undos a glimpse of his pale chest can be seen peaking through his shirt. 

When he reaches the last one he removes his shirt, his happy trail catching your eye. The dark hair clearly visible on Severus’s pale skin. It acts as a roadmap as you follow it down his waist until a pair of hands block your view. They twist at the button on the top of Severus’s pants until he pops it open. 

Severus looks at you, his face still as cold as ever. “When I am done with you you’ll think twice before you make me go through that again, do you hear me?” He places a hand on your side. It was so gentle, but his words seethe through your skin. 

“Yes, Sev.” You answer, but it doesn’t seem to satisfy him. He doesn’t move, awaiting a better answer to slip through your pretty lips. You take the hint, and decide to please him.

“Yes, Severus.” With that he pushes you down unto the bed and crawls onto you. His long body engulfing you as he traps you beneath him. 

Severus guides his tongue up the side of your neck slowly as his hands move down towards your underwear that has yet to be removed. You feel his fingers slide just below the hem as they teased you, slowly tracing back and forth. You notice your breath has become more labored as your excitement picks up. Severus notices this as well and decides to go a little further.

He removes his hands from your waste and begins sliding his pants off leaving him in just his black boxer shorts. He refocuses his attention back to you and begins kissing his way down your body. He finally stops when he reaches your underwear again before looking up at you for confirmation. With a handful of his black hair twisted up into your fist, you bite your lip. 

He takes that as a yes.

He quickly slides off the bed to get in a better position. He pulls you to the edge with one quick motion. You feel him bite the hem of your underwear as he slowly drags it down your legs. When it reaches your thighs he becomes impatient and pulls them off the rest of the way. 

He repositions his face between your legs. You see his eyes devour you before you even feel his tongue. The way he looks down at you with so much anticipation hidden behind those dark orbs. 

His long tongue lolls out of his mouth as he eagerly lifts your legs up on his shoulders for a better angle. With that his face disappears between your legs. You squeeze your thighs around his head as he works diligently to please you. 

“Right there Sev, yes-” His tongue begins to slide downwards until you feel him slip it inside you. You roll your eyes back as he tongue fucks you, his nose rubbing up against your clit. Everyone who has made fun of him for this nose will regret it for the rest of their lives, you think to yourself. 

Severus’s muffled moans of satisfaction were becoming more frequent—  sounding like this was the best thing he ever tasted — and he couldn’t get enough. 

Finally he pulls his head up, his face glistening with you. 

After standing back up he gives you a clear view at the tent that was pitched in his boxers. He notices your eyes and smirks at you, “come here pretty girl.” 

You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed. Severus leans down and plants a kiss on the top of your head before he pulls his boxers off. His cock bounces free from its restraints as it sits level with your face. You look up at Severus with eager eyes.

“Do you want it?” 

You don't think you have ever wanted anything more in your life in that moment. All you could do was give him an eager nod. 

He doesn’t argue as he pushes himself into your parted lips. You see him tilt his head back as the warmth of your mouth envelopes him. His black hair falls behind his head and his fingers curl into your hair. 

Several grunts and moans were shared between the two of you before finally Severus pulls himself out of your mouth. He leans down pulling you up and tossing you onto the bed. 

“Now, you're gonna lay nice and still for me, aren’t you baby?” Severus looks down at you with a face you rarely ever see. His stoic composure is gone and replaced with a much darker look. His breath is heavy and you can see sweat starting to glisten on his skin. 

Severus— although eager— was not cruel, and allowed you time to adjust for him. When you give him the okay he allows himself to be swallowed by you. 

“Fuck. So tight for me…” Severus leans over you placing this hands beside your head as he sinks further and further into you. 

“Sev!” The sting of pleasure kept your mind busy while Severus gave you a few seconds to relax. After those seconds were up he didn’t hold back.

“I'm going to make you feel what I felt tonight.” He thrusts into you. 

“Ever second I had to endure watching you in that dress.” He picks up the pace.

 “I'm going to make you feel this for the next week, just so you know how naughty you were.” He places his hand around your throat as he continues to use you. 

“Do. You. Understand?” He leans forward, his hair swaying back and forth with each thrust.

You nod. 

“Words darling, use your words for me.” He squeezes a little harder.

“Yes.. I understand Severus.” His grip around your throat loosens. He steadies himself by placing his hands back on the mattress beside you. His pace was quick, his thrusts were hard. 

In response to his movement your pleasure was quick to catch up. Severus could tell by the way your toes started curling with his movements, you’re back arching slightly. He grabs one of your legs and quickly wraps it around himself in an attempt to go deeper. 

“That’s it darling, you're going to cum on this cock. My cock.” He thrusts deeper at his new angle he created, hitting every spot perfectly. 

You start to feel your eyes roll back into your head as the pleasure became overwhelming, until… 

“Sev! I’m-” but before you could say anything his places his lips on top of yours. You moan into his mouth while he feels you tighten around him. His pace becoming sloppier as he reaches his own climax.

“I'm going to fill you up, and you're going to take every. last. drop.” Severus kisses you once more until you feel the warmth inside you grow. He lets out a few grunts as he empties himself inside you making sure you take all of it, just as he said. 

Then everything stops, all that can be heard in the room is the sounds of breathing. Severus gently pulls away from you and lays beside you on the bed. You look over at him with love clearly evident on your face. 

“I guess I should make you go to more school activities with me.” You give him a playful smirk after your comment. 

“Do not even think about it,” all traces of what happened a few moments ago gone hidden by his cold tone once more. You smile and roll over into his arms giving him a playful peck on his cheek. 

“Always grumpy, I guess I will just have to take someone else then…” 

This catches his attention. He lets out a sigh and pulls you into him. 

“Good luck trying, [Y/N].”

[harunayuuka2060]

Malleus and Yandere Malleus: *have mixed feelings about this wedding*

MC: *looks beautiful in their wedding dress while it is obvious on their face that they're contemplating everything*

Saint Rook: You look lovely! *to MC* If I weren't a saint, I would marry you myself!

MC: *muttering to themselves* Mom, sorry for not breaking the generational curse. You will forgive me if you've come to know that they're hot and rich guys, right?

Yandere Malleus: *chuckles*

Malleus: Child of man...

FD Vil: MC, you should look on the brighter side.

FD Vil: After this wedding, you will return to Twisted Wonderland together with your husbands.

MC: ...

MC: *on the verge of crying* What am I going to do after this? I'm not familiar with marriage... Huuu...

Grim: You can decide to not live with them for now, right?

MC: *sniffles* I can do that? *looking at Malleus*

Malleus: Yes. We can live together after you have finished your studies at Night Raven College.

MC: *turns to Yandere Malleus* How about you?

Yandere Malleus: What do you think it will be? *smirks*

MC: I'm going to divorce you! *cries funnily again*

Yandere Malleus: *laughs*

Yandere Malleus: Hunt, you may proceed.

Saint Rook: *smiles* Alright.

The housewardens: *sigh in relief*

Riddle: They're going back.

Leona: I feel so bad for the herbivore.

Vil: I should comfort them.

Kalim: I will buy them a vacation house!

Jamil: Kalim, no. The other Malleus would be angry at you if you did that.

Sebek: Waka-sama... He got married...

Silver: I want to congratulate him, however, he's sharing a spouse with another Malleus.

Lilia: What would the honeymoon be like?

Them: LILIA!

Lilia: I'm sorry!

Idia: Ortho, cheer up the Prefect for me when they come back. I'll be returning to my room.

Ortho: Okay, brother! I will take it from here!

Ace: I'm sure Professor Crewel will get mad if he hears about this.

Deuce: And Professor Trein too...

Epel: But guys, MC is rich now.

Ace and Deuce: ...

Ace: Wait. You're right!

Deuce: We should celebrate!

Jack: MC will be so disappointed with you three.

Malleus: Grim! Have you seen the child of man?! *looking furious*

Grim: Mryah! W-Weren't you just together?

Malleus: Yes! The other Malleus had taken them somewhere when it was time to leave!

MC: ...

Yandere Malleus: *hugging them tightly*

MC: ...

MC: No. We're not staying here. The three of us signed a contract!

Yandere Malleus: I know. But there is one thing I would like to do before we leave this place permanently.

MC: And that is?

Yandere Malleus: *smiles* *leans in and kisses them on the lips*

MC: ...

MC: I knew it! You were just holding back earlier! *their face red*

Yandere Malleus: *chuckles*

Yandere Malleus: I won't be holding back in the future, so look forward to it.

MC: ...

MC: Is that a threat?

Yandere Malleus: *laughs* You're so adorable, my beloved.

[themyriadpoet]

Hiya, guys! This is my half of the art trade for the wonderful @pompadourrguy! A little ficlet featuring D-16 and reader finding their way into some shenanigans! Hope y’all enjoy it!

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Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,016

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“Don’t worry so much, Dee! This’ll be fun!”

You took your fellow miner by the hand, guiding him into the section of the casino restricted to cogless bots. It was a dumb idea, to be sure, but you decided to worry about the consequences later. As your optics observed the glimmer of the building’s golden interior, the silver mech huffed at you, not exactly reassured by your words but still allowing you to drag him by the servo. 

“We’re not supposed to be here, you know? Miners aren’t allowed in this division.” 

You shrugged your shoulder platings. 

“Pssh, come on. We won’t be here for long. I just want to buy you a drink.”

D-16 released an empty, mocking chuckle.

“Yeah. Good luck trying to get one when everyone knows we’re miners.”

You chose to ignore him. With careful actions, you avoided the crowd of much bigger cybertronians, some sending glares your way and mumbling the word “miners” beneath their vents. Perturbed, you tugged D-16. 

“Uh, let’s move over here.”

To your surprise, D-16 was the one who tugged you instead in the opposite direction.

“No, this way.”

You went along with him, trusting him. With his skill, he managed to find a niche in the wall of the building, one that was large enough to hold two cogless bots. Within the secret room, there was a table, some tiny cubes of energon, and a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling. 

Surprised, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s like this place was made for us.” You looked at D-16. “Huh. Thank you.”

The miner crossed his arms over his chest.

“You always gotta count on me to get you and Pax out of trouble.”

You snickered, supposing that it was true. 

Through the hole in the room, you glanced into the area for cogged bots only, wowing in awe at how impressive it all was. The floors were cleaner, the decorations were grander, and the energon was much more vibrant. 

In a way, you were jealous. Still, you digressed.

“Pretty cool, right?”

D-16’s chin rested above your helm as he spied with you.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

You shifted beneath him.

“Stay here, I’m gonna grab us a drink!”

“No, wait!”

Before he could reach out to you, you already slipped past him and into the main room of the casino. Carefully and casually, you made your way around, evading wandering optics and the like. The rooms were filled with chatter and laughter, so much so that it was almost overwhelming. Nonetheless, you persevered. 

You scanned every nook and cranny until finally settling upon two cubes of full, untouched, and unattended engex from a table. Swiftly, you nabbed the drinks and left. Once you returned to the hole in the wall, D-16 was still waiting for you, tapping the side of his arm impatiently.

“Hey, you’re back!” His faceplate fell. “And…where did you get those?”

You bounced your shoulders at him to dismiss him.

“Nevermind that! Just enjoy some engex with me.”

He was reluctant, you could tell by his hesitant movements and uneasy expressions. Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Together, the two chatted about your day in the mines, even cracking jokes as you sipped from the cubes of engex. His laughter was like a bell of music, and his smile was as warm as ever, highlighted by the glimmer in his golden optics. 

Eventually, you found yourself spacing-out upon feeling his touch. It was warm and inviting, something you desperately craved from a mech. You brought him for a risky night out, you didn’t expect to actually fall harder for him in the process.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Mm?” You blinked. “Oh! Yes, I am. I’m just…glad you’re here with me, Dee. I didn’t want to do this alone.”

He chuckled, setting your cubes of engex on the table.

“Well, you know me, I can’t let you out of my sight.”

You couldn’t help but blush, a tint of blue rising to the surface of your metal cheeks. Similarly, D-16 blushed as well, apparently catching the double meaning of his words.

“I mean, well, what I meant to say is-”

Almost immediately, he was interrupted by the gruff voices of two approaching guards, stunning you both into silence. 

“This way! They’re over here!”

“Come out, No-Cogs!”

Before you could panic, D-16 grabbed your servo.

“This way!”

Together, the two of you made a quick dash deeper into the crevice, eventually finding a way out of the building and reaching the alleyways of Iacon. It was a brisk chase, one that sent your internal mechanics haywire with a mixture of fear and thrill. You even tripped several times, leaping over storage boxes and such. Although you laughed, D-16 was less amused. Still, as he held you by the servo, he gave you smirks and winks that prompted your spark to flutter. 

For a nanosec, it was like you were trapped in a stasis nap, completely devoid of all worry and fear. All you could think about was him and him alone. As D-16’s digits intertwined with yours, you felt elated. When was the last time a mech ever made you feel this way? It was too long. Too long, for sure.

Fortunately, the guards soon lost you.

“That was too close.” You frowned. “Sorry about that, Dee.”

The latter humphed.

“Yeah, I forgive you. Let’s just head back to-”

Before he could release your servo, you gripped his own servo even tighter, surprising him. He looked at you, his optics expanding.

“Hey. Whoa, what’s this?”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Dee….for coming with me. I had fun.”

D-16 grinned back at you.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.” He laughed. “I did too, I guess, and that’s not just the engex talking.” 

He set a servo on your shoulder.

“But next time, let’s just stick to our sections in the casino, alright?”

You couldn’t stop the blush from forming across your faceplate as the two of you strolled through the alleyways of the city.

“Yeah, sure, Dee.”

Divider Credit: @/lunaridae