#accidentaly made them holding hands

[2d-dreams]

this is what they were doing while waiting for year 3000

[hannamoon143]

♡ Stick together♡

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, a bit angst?

husband! chan x pregnant fem. reader

wordcount: 2,1k

warnings: silly fluffy fluff stuff, crying, injury, blood, pregnancy (obviously),

a/n: Hii, hope yall like this. Now i will concentrate on doing a upcoming fall series, that will soon be announced. Have a great day<33 enjoy

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Could this day be possibly worse? Besides the fact that the morning nausea took over you, your boss also yelled at you for getting a sentence at your presentation wrong.All day long you had to smile and be polite, when your mood dropped with every moody person that you had to deal with. All you wanted now was to come home, eat something and snuggle up on the couch with chan. But since he was for sure working late, a drama would have to take his place.

Finally you reached your house, going in. You and chans daughter haneuls babysitter was standing at the door, slipping her shoes on.„Hey y/n, haneul is sleeping, she ate dinner and brushed her teeth after showering, so everything should be done.“

You smiled at the young woman, thanking her and saying goodbye She was haneuls babysitter for already a year, and never made problems. And since haneul liked her too, it was a win win situation. So now, she was leaving, and you quietly put your coat on the stove, and then went into the kitchen. Maybe you could make some ramen and then watch a drama. You looked at the clock. It was still going to be a while until your husband would come home. You sighed and started cooking your ramen.

Unfortunately you burned your hand by accidentally spilling the hot water onto it. Seriously? You cursed under your breath, rinsing it with cold water. It felt like everything that could possibly go wrong today was going wrong. You know it was probably just the hormones that everything riled you up so much today but you didnt care. Tears of frustration pricked at your eyes. You took a deep breath in, and tried to remind yourself that everything was okay.

You took out your favorite bowl out the cuppoard, the one Chan gifted you for your first anniversary. But you should have been more attentive, because in the next moment you slipped. The water that spilled down on the floor when you burned your hand earlier was in small puddles over the floor. You didn’t see it and stepped directly into them. Nothing happened to you, you managed to catch the edge of the kitchencounter, so you remained standing, but the bowl fell to the ground, and burst into too many pieces to count.

You stared down at the mess, the loud noise and sharp ceramic pieses everywhere had startled you, and you tried to supress the fact that you just ruined your favorite bowl. The bowl chan gifted you. With trembling hands you crouched down to the floor, trying to collect the pieces, but then you accidentaly cut yourself with one. It left a burning, sharp pain. You quickly let the pieces fall, yelping at the feeling. Soon the small line got covered in red.

It was too much. You couldn’t hold it together anymore. You slid down to the floor with your back to the kitchen counter, your throat tightening. Hot tears were running down your cheeks. This, everything was frustrating you so much. You were pretty sure it was mostly because of the hormones of the pregnancy. But that also didn’t stop you from feeling like this.  Helpless you wiped the blood of your hand with the hem of your shirt. Quiet sobs were escaping your mouth. You felt gross, a suffocating feeling in your stomach when you looked at the blood. You felt pathetic when you thought of the fact that you were sitting, crying on the kitchen floor

You should clean up, care fort he injury and just go eat, but something stopped you. You just remained on the floor, crying helplessly.

That was until you suddenly saw tiny legs standing in front of you. Your head perked up and you were surpised to see haneul standing there. Immediately you wiped the tears away, and put a small smile on.

„Hey, i thought you were already sleeping sweetie?“

She just looked at you, her eyes darting from your face, to the mess around you, and then to your bloody knuckle.

„What happened mommy?“ she asked, her gaze still looking around.

„Nothing sweetie, i just let the bowl fall, it’s okay, i’ll clean it up. Just go back to bed alright?“

She seemed to be thinking for a moment and then slowly shook her head.

„But you are hurt, and there is water from your eyes on your face.“

You could have almost laughed at her description of your tears. Then before you could say anything, she added:

„Is daddy home?“

The question caught you a bit off guard but you just shook your head at it.

„Really hannie, i promise i’m okay, you can go back to sleep. And you don’t have to tell daddy okay?“

She continued simply looking at you, her little brain seemingly thinking through her options. Without another words she tapped away, so you thought she finally was going back to bed.

But haneul didn’t even think about doing that, stubborn like she is, just like her father. She quietly tapped to the wardrobe, taking your phone out your coat.. She was proud she remembered your code from the one time when she looked over your shoulder. She searched for chan’s contact. She didn’t learn how to read yet, but when she saw the picture of her father she knew it was his contact. She tapped the call icon and put the phone to her ear. After a few ringings chan picked up, and haneul got excited when she heard her dad’s voice. You usually never let her call him while he is at work.

„Hey y/nnie, Whats up?“

„It’s me daddy!“ haneul happily cheered into the speaker.

„oh hi hannie, what’s up, do you need something? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?“ he sounded a bit concerned, not entirely sure why his little daughter would phone him at 8:30 p.m. when she should be asleep already.

Haneul ignored her dads scolding about being asleep and instead came to her point immediately.

„Mommy is crying in the kitchen right now, and her hand is red and everywhere around here are sharp pieces of the bowl she loves so much. Mommy said she is alright and i should not tell you, but you always tell me family sticks together, in good and in bad, so i had to call you right?“ The little girl nervously rambled, not sure if it was right that she called her dad.

Chan’s heart swelled a bit at her words that he had said so often before. Truly you and him raised a kind little girl. But then he quickly remembered the rest of her words, and got concerened again.

„Yes it was good you called me, i’m proud of you. But why is her hand red hannie? Do you mean she is bleeding?“

Haneul agreed and then chan was quick to tell her he would be there in ten minutes.

He took his things as fast as he could, leaving the studio. When his pregnant wife was sitting on the kitchen floor, bleeding and crying, something was not right, and he would not sit at work any minute longer.

As chan got home, haneul was sitting by the door, playing with a plushie. As she heard the door open she immediately jumped up.

„Come on daddy, i don’t think mommy has moved since i called you.“

Chan took his jacket and shoes off, haneul pulling at his sleeve. Then he went into the kitchen, taking haneul into his arms, so she wouldn’t get hurt by the sharp pieces of the bowl.

As you heard footsteps approaching you raised your head from your knees that you had tightly pulled up, only to see chan, looking at you with your daughter in his arms. He quickly sat her down on the counter and crouched down next to you, careful not to step onto the sharp things.

„y/nnie, baby what happened?“ he asked, his hand stroking some half dried tears away.

„I-i was just so…the bowl, it fell and… the whole day, it was so… and i got overwhelmed and it’s just-“ you stuttered, looking at him with glossy eyes.

He looked at you once more, taking in your tear streaked, exhausted face, the injured hand, the other one at your belly in a loving, protecting motion. It was clear that your day must have been tiring and you were exhausted and overwhelmed. His eyes softened and he didn’t hesitate, standing up and scooping you into his arms. Neither of you said something, and haneul just watched. Gently, chan carried you to the couch in the living room, laying you down. He told haneul to get you a blanket, and he was getting stuff to treat your injuries.The little girl brought you a fluffy blanket, and she tossed it messily over you, cuddling into your side herself. You wrapped an arm around her. Then chan came back with a bunch of bandage stuff. He wiped the blood of your hand, then desinfected it, at wich you hissed, and he mumbled soothing apologies. At the end he gently wrapped a bandage around your hand.  

„Does it feel better?“ Haneul asked, inspecting your hand now. She took your bandaged knuckles in her own tiny hand, and placed a little kiss on it. Your heart swelled at the motion and you nodded, tenderly stroking her head.

„Good because, you also always do that and it makes every ouch better.“ She explained with wild hand gestures.

Chan watched the scene. He felt such love and admiration for both his girls, and the little boy that didn’t even know him yet too.

„I’ll go clean up in the kitchen alright love?“ He softly said, kissing you on your forehead.

„Oh about that… It was the bowl you gifted me for our first anniversary.“ You said, the smile disappearing from your face again.

„Hey, i knew it meant a lot to you, but it’s alright hm? I can gift you a thousand more, if that would make you happy.“ He said with a smile, and then he stood up, going into the kitchen. You looked after him. How was this perfect loving man your husband?

You looked down at haneul, stroking her head. „Why did you even call your dad hannie?“

She gazed up at you, snuggling to you even more. „Daddy always says that family is always there for each other, if we are happy and laughing, but also if we are sad and crying.“ She said, proud to know her dad‘s words. Your eyes got shiny again. Just like chan before, you were so proud of your kind, little daugther, and that chan and you had the honor to be the parents of haneul.

Suddenly, she raised her head a bit and then laid it to your belly. „Mommy why does your belly feel so weird?“ She asked, sounding confused. It was so cute, you wanted to just hold this memory forever.

„You will get a baby brother haneul.“ You said, holding your breath. You weren’t sure how she would react. For a moment she stared at you, then at your belly, then at your face again. „And he is in there?“ she said, with a shocked face. You started giggling. „Yes he is.“ Haneuls face lit up. „Ohhh, then i’ll be the best big sister he ever had. Can we call him seungmin mommy? Like daddy’s dog friend! Or maybe doongie, like the cat from uncle minho!“  You laughed at her random name reccomendations. You were glad she was so excited.

Chan was done cleaning the kitchen so he was coming back, watching the heartwarming scene in front of him with a fond smile on his face. He walked over to you two again and sat down next to you on the couch. With a smile you cuddled up in his arms, him brushing his fingers through your hair in a tender motion. You continued holding haneul, all three of you snuggled up like this now.

 And haneul? She was holding onto your belly, protecting her little brother from this very first moment on.

This family was all you could ever want. A loving, caring husband, the kindest little daughter, and soon a little baby boy, that was looking exactly like chan, with the name Eunwoo. And as haneul said, you were a family, and family sticks together, in sadness as much as in happiness

a/n: tell me what u think of it<33, im sorry for roasting seungmin a bit :3 Also thanks to my @darqlys for letting me yap about my 100 different ideas, and helping me choose the right things<333

taglist: @lina-linny @0omillo0 @darqlys @onementally-unstabel-kid

[fangirlfrom-hell]

"My daddy has to fight some bad guys". || Jay Halstead x reader and daughter

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

You woke up earlier than everybody in your house to get everything ready for everyone. Jay would usually follow you a few minutes later and you two would make breakfast and get your daughter ready for school together, along with other morning stuff. This wasn't the day, your husband had fallen asleep and you were doing everything by yourself, trying not to make a lot of noise. You knew he was working a tough case and had come back quite late from work the night before, so you didn't want to wake him up. Even when he didn't want to admit it, he was tired as hell and needed to rest.

You were in the kitchen starting to cook breakfast when you felt his arms hugging you from the back.

-"Did I wake you up?" You asked. -"I was trying not to".

-"I didn't feel you by my side and I couldn't fall asleep again". He answered into your ear and then kissed your neck as he continued talking. -"I'm sorry I haven't been around. We closed this case last night, what's left is a bunch of paperwork. My hope is to be back home early tonight and...". You turned around to hug him back and interrupted him with a short kiss. He rushed to finish his sentence with a heavy breathing : "...I can make it up for you", then proceeded to tenderly kiss your lips as he held you as tight as he could with one of his arms, while fervently holding your head with his other hand, finger all tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit.

Due to the case Jay was working on, you two had barely seen each other during the last week and a half, so things were heating up fast. Suddenly, for both of your displeasure, an alarm interrupted the moment.

-"Time to wake her up". You said having trouble separating from him.

-"I'll go". Jay took your phone to turn off the alarm. -"I'm driving her to school too".

-"Hey, Jay!" You took his hand before letting him leave the room. -"You do remember her Father's Day Festival, right?".

-"Next friday, 10:30, sure".

-"I was thinking...maybe you should talk to her and explain that...of course you will be there, but if you are not able to make it is due to your work".

-"But I will be there".

-"I know, I know, it's just...we never know when a case might pop up. Remember the Spring Festival?".

-"Oh. The bank robbery right before it...".

-"Yes, that's what I mean. That time was easy because I was there, but this time I won't...".

-"I will talk to her". He said after a few seconds of silence. -"But I'll be there, no matter what".

That day, Tessa and her class made a craft for their fathers. All the little kids were drawing in a small paper square that would become a keychain for Father's Day. Some of them were drawing hearts, others were doing stick figures. Tessa drew her dad carrying her over his shoulders and a bunch of hearts around. Her artwork was a little abstract, but understandable for a 5 year old.

-"All right". Ms. Luna said in a sweet voice. Tessa really loved her teacher. -"I am going to take your drawings and we will give them back to our dads as a key chain during the festival!".

-"My daddy said he will come, but he's working and if he doesn't show up it is because he has to fight some bad guys. Bad guys don't respect days or time". Tessa rushed to repeat what Jay tried to explain to her earlier in the morning when he was taking her to school.

-"It's ok". Her teacher laughed a bit. -"Sometimes parents can't make it and it's ok. That doesn't mean they don't want to or that they don't love us".

The class rehearsed the song they would sing at intervals throughout the rest of the day. Tessa never missed the opportunity to repeat the information going around her head: "My dad said he's coming, but if he's not here it means he's working" or "My daddy is fighting the bad guys and bad guys they don't respect days or time" or "He will be here, but if he's not here, that means he's on the streets. He makes Chicago safe". Her friends were amazed whenever she repeated those statements. She did understand what her father told her, but she didn't really comprehend.

The day was here. You dropped Tessa at school, she was all excited. Before she entered the building you reminded her: "If it happens that daddy is not here or he's late, remember he's fighting the bad guys".

Jay was already in the bullpen, everything was strangely calmed. He had talked with Voight about going out to Tessa's school and he gladly agreed.

-"Today is the day isn't it?" Hailey asked Jay as she entered the coffee room.

-"Yeah". He smirked. -"If nothing else intervenes".

-"Let's stay positive". She said remembering what had happened last Spring Festival.

It was 8:30, the day had just started when Trudy came upstairs with an urgent case.

-"That's just my luck". Jay said, rushing downstairs with his partner.

-"Let's try to make it quick". Hailey answered by putting on her coat.

At school, the kids were getting ready to go outside to start the festival. Parents were gathering outside of the building, waiting to get inside.

Students from all schools were lining up around the court. Their parents were supposed to meet them and be in front of their kid's group to hear them sing.

-"Is your dad here?" One of Tessa's friends asked.

-"I can't see him". She answered standing on tiptoe. -"But it's ok, it's because he had to fight the bad guys".

All the kids waved their fathers with excitement, some of them ran to hug them before starting the show. Jay didn't make it, but Tessa wasn't feeling bad about it...yet.

When the song finished, all the kids jumped into their fathers arms and gave them the craft they made in class as a gift for them. Tessa stood in her place, not being able to hold her tears. She was crying in silence, so between the noise and excitement around the little girl, nobody noticed her until a few minutes later. As soon as her teacher saw her, she ran towards her and hugged her tight.

-"It's ok, honey. It's ok. Your dad wanted to be here with you". She said in a very sweet and calmed voice. -"Remember he is fighting the bad guys, you said that before ''.

Some parents were moved watching the scene, but there was nothing they could do. Ms. Johnson, the school's principal, noticed the situation from afar and she joined as soon as she could. By only moving her lips, trying not to be heard, she asked Tessa's teacher if the little girl's father wasn't there. She shaked her head in disapproval when the teacher answered with a sorry face.

-"We can call your dad, Tess. That way you can hear his voice".

-"But, Ms. Johnson, he's fighting the bad guys". Ms. Luna intervened.

-"Oh!" She understood. -"Ok, but we can call him later, we'll tell him to come so you can give him your present. Would you like that?".

The little girl was an emotional mess, but agreed with her head, even though she wasn't really listening to what the adults were saying.

The emergency call for the intelligence team ended up in a shooting and that delayed detective Halstead. As soon as he finished with interviews and all the bureaucracy after this kind of situation, he ran off.

-"Go, go, go". Hailey rushed. -"I cover you".

Jay drove his truck as fast as he could, siren on. It wasn't a police emergency, but it was an emergency after all, he could deal with the consequences later. He parked in the first spot he found, even if it wasn't merely in front of the school and ran as fast as he could in a police mode to get to his baby girl. It was until he entered the building that he noticed he was still wearing the vest, gun and badge on his hip, but didn't care.

-"There he is!" Ms. Johnson pointed to Tessa's father.

-"Come on! Come on!" Ms. Luna took the little girl's hand and started running towards her dad.

-"I'm so sorry". Jay took Tessa in his arms and carried her holding her as tight as he could. She was too emotionally drained to react.

Kids around were already saying goodbye to their parents, going back to their classrooms.

-"We'll give you some time alone". Ms. Johnson informed Jay and he muttered a "thank you".

-"You can go back to the classroom when you feel ready". Ms. Luna told her student.

-"I hate the bad guys". Tessa managed to say when they were finally alone.

-"Me too". Her father said. -"I'm really, really sorry I didn't hear you sing, but I'm here right now". He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

-"I did it real good, you missed it". She said playing with the key chain in her hands.

-"I bet you did". Jay chuckled. -"What do you have there?".

-"It's a present for you. I made it for you". She extended her short arm to give it to her dad.

-"For me? Is it for my keys? I love it!"

-"It's you and me and lots of hearts. I drew it myself".

-"I can see that. It's beautiful. Thank you, sweetie". Jay's phone started ringing and he sighed when he read the text messages.

-"I have to go back to work".

-"But I don't want you to go". She started crying again.

Ms. Johnson came into the scene to help Tessa go back to her class" -"Daddy has to go back to work, sweetie. Ms. Luna and your friends are waiting for you, let's go". And she took her tenderly in her arms as her crying grew louder.

-"It's all right". Jay reassured her with a kiss. -"I love you. I'll see you at home, ok?". And she disappeared through the door.

He peeked through the classroom window to check on her before departing. He witnessed how Ms. Luna was successfully calming her down and felt a little bit more relaxed to go.

-"Thank you for coming". Ms. Johnson told him with a smile. -"For real".

With a heavy heart, he got into his truck and before turning it on, he hung the keychain in his keys. He inspected the tiny drawing and smiled before going back to the bullpen.

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[tales-of-wocdes]

AHHHHH i love your IF hehe anyway my question is if it hasnt been ask, i want to see the protector guard a clumsy MC who always accidentaly hurt and almost kill themself like- childrens stuff ykyk

"Careful, kid" Lexia catches you as you go tumbling off the bench you were balancing on. It is a familiar thing, the cold metal of her armor supporting you as you fall one way or another.

You seem to fall a lot for some reason, but she is always catching you. Yet, it never hurt when she caught you, it was sort of odd. Her armor is hard... Oh well. It is a mystery. Might be magic.

Lexia sets you down, and inspects you. "You good, kid?"

You nod. You are good. Then you dash off. At the first corner, you slip a bit and almost smack into a wall. Yet, there she is again, catching you before you can hit the wall.

You peer up at her, and she smiles down at you. "You ok, kid?"

You nod.

"How about we slow down a bit. Why don't you hold my hand, kid?" She offers you a hand.

You take her hand. It is very odd.... You seem to fall a lot less like this. Though you do feel she sort of gently tugs on your arms a lot...

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Her duty was a lot easier like this, holding MC's hand and gently guiding them to avoid all the things that usually caused them to trip over. Which was.... far too many things. Or helping MC balance when they tripped over their own legs.

Yet, MC is full of energy and keeps trying to dash about. It made her smile. She just has to pay attention. MC seems to be very accident prone, and is horrible at telling people if they are hurt.

Though, she really has to pay attention when MC tries to sneak into the kitchen for snacks.... all the utensils, pots and pans are bad if MC falls there.

Which they almost had six times so far.

But Lexia did like feeling useful, even if it was keeping MC safe from their own adorable, clumsy ways.

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Thank you!

[ratcash-wasgud]

this is my first time requesting here and im so nervous since the idea itself is so cheesy. could we have a modern au loser mizu who listens to "pasilyo" (a filipino song about wanting to get married so badly to someone; i highly recommend listening its so addicting!) and immediately thinks of her crush. thank you sm!

hel lovely!!!!! omg this is such a cute idea...it would be a shame if someone...have added some smut....hm...

anyways i kept this short, just to not overdo the vibe hihi

and you were right, it IS addicting. mwah.

Peonies

"I told you, I don't plan on doing that. Stop trying to play matchmaker, Mama." Mizu grumbles into the phone as she agressively spreads butter onto a slice of toast.

Her mother called her up again, which is always...well, a bother. She just nags her about settling down, even if she's still in college, finding a good boyfriend, getting married, having kids and basically giving up on everything she ever wanted. This is the reason she could never come out to her mother.

These talks always makes her hate the idea of marriage. Why would she ever tie herself down? Plus, it's a stupid old tradition. Plus, it's not even legal where she lives. It's just dumb to even think about it.

"No. I'm just busy." Mizu shrugs as she bites into the toast, still holding the phone up to her ear. Her mom keeps scolding her about ruining the family's name if she refuses to get married.

After about ten agonizing minutes, she hangs up. She lands on her bed with a groan. And just when she thinks she found peace, her phone lights up with a notification. It's a text from a groupchat called Tea Party with Eeyore, which has Ringo, Taigen, Akemi, and you in it.

ringo: omgomg look!

ringo: *a picture of you holding up a full tray of freshly baked pinagong.*

ringo: she helped me with my pastry of the week!!!

taigen: what even is that?

ringo: it's a type of fillipino bread! i learned it in baking class today.

you: we even made a whole playlist of fillipino songs to listen to while we bake :DDD

*you sent the link to the playlist.*

ringo: yup. we got into the mood, if you will

akemi: ringo, sweetie, that could have douple meanings

ringo: oh

The name is a dumb inside joke from that one time Akemi came up with the idea that having blue as a main color and being grumpy is enough for her to be just like Eeyore. She remembers you laughed so hard when she contined this line of thinking and matched Taigen with Tigger, because they're both annoying It's only because of that she doesn't mind this whole thing. She loves your laugh.

Mizu had a crush on you ever since she met you. It wasn't a hard crush to develop, honestly. You were kind for no reason, had eyes with stars in them, always full of energy while wearing the brightest smile she ever seen. You were just generally lovely. She was sure Taigen also had a crush on you at some point, which always irritated her, even if she never planned on making a move.

Mizu was content with the way things were. She was silently loving you from afar while you shined your bright light on her withouth even noticing. You made her happy if you didn't know.

She rolled over to her side, and tapped on the link you sent to the playlist. You had great taste in music, so if you were able to vive to these songs, they can't be that bad.

Then as the playlists starts playing, she hears a couple notes of an electric guitar, and she lightly shivers. Pasilyo was the first song. She never heard about it, but the melody quickly captured her.

She stared up the ceiling and she imagined you and Ringo listening to this song. She imagines you accidentaly spilling flour all over yourself, getting some on your face as you laugh, and she imagines her hand softly wiping it off. She imagines you sitting infront of the oven, staring at the growing pastry dough as it bakes, and having that bright and excited smile on your face when you succesfully decide that yes, it has gotten bigger since the last minute you checked. You'd look at her with big doe eyes when she tells you that it's time to do the dishes afterwards, singlaing how much you don't wanna. And of couse, she'd wash them instead of you, without hesitation. You'd hug her from behind as she does them, and hum the song in her ear, rocking your hips with hers playfully while your soft cheek is squished against her shoulder.

She sudenly wonders if that's how married life would look like with you. Damn, Mama has gotten into her head. But she doesn't mind it if it's like this. Would getting married really be horrible if it was with you? She decies on a firm no. You'd be the loveliest bride.

A bride she'd love to tie herself down to.

You'd stand there, at the altar, wearing all white and holding a big bouquet of daisies, camellias and lakspurs...maybe even peonies.

Yeah...definetly peonies. There would also be peony petals on the floor, scattered across, and one in your hair. Behind your ear...or one holding up your veil.

You'd smile when you see her on the other end of the aisle, like you see your future in her eyes. Your eyes would focus only on her, and your hand would squeeze hers for comfort as she says her vows. She'd kiss you with all her might in that moment. She'd pick you up and carry you away while you both laugh into eachothers faces.

She'd wake up to you every day of the week. To your soft cheeks squiched up against the pillow, your hand around her, and your breathing tickling her skin. She'd never want to get out of bed. She'd wake up hours earlier just to cuddle your sleeping form.

When you'd stir, you'd look into her eyes with your still hazy ones, and plant a good morning kiss on her forehead. In return Mizu would kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw...then your neck, then your chest...

She'd put her hands on your breats, softly squeezing them as she teases them through your thin pajama top. She'd want it to be casual, domesticated, but still so, so exciting to make love to you.

She'd slowly get on top of you, and get lost in the way you're looking up at her. She'd slowly lift your top, and press her knee between your legs. Oh, how'd you tremble. You'd look up at her all needy, she'd have no option but to help you.

Her tongue would softly curcple your nipple, dry lips wrapping around it to trap it, all for herself. Her hand would slowly find it's way inside your pajama pants, long fingers sliding through your lips. She'd toy with you slick, because she knows it's there because of her. She'd bathe in the feeling of your clit pulsing for her before sliding her fingers inside, massagnig your inner walls. She'd coo in your ear, because you're just so precious when she's inside you like this. You turn into a ragdoll, and you can't do anything but whimper for her. You'd depend on her, especially in moments like this.

She'd give it to you every morning. She'd never hesitate to obey every command your body gives her.

Then she'd watch you make breakfast with your ears still red from getting taken by her so early in the morning. You'd sit in her lap while you'd eat breakfast. She'd feed you pieces of her bacon, and you'd give her bites from your egg. She'd give small pecks to your soft lips, to kiss away droplets of coffee.

She gets torn out from her daydream though by another text. She looks at it through half lidden eyes.

ringo: we made too many :(

taigen: that's what u get for always going overboard

you: mizu !!!

you: do you want some? i think you'd love pinagong!!!

Mizu smiles to herself as she reads the text. Maybe she isn't fine with how things are right now. Maybe she does need to make a move.

mizu: yeah

mizu: omw.

Maybe...she could stop by the flower shop and get some peonies.

Just maybe.

[n0vazsq]

Moon, a hole of light | JB22 x SV5

summary . . . Jenson Button and Sebastian Vettel, one of the most esteemed names in Formula 1. Well, their names held a different story than their behaviour. Mischief, troublemaking and much more came with these two. Will the grid be able to survive?

request . . . yes!

word count . . . 1.6k

warnings . . . cursing

alexavia yaps . . . idk if this is good or not bc i literally just put a bunch of ideas together and hoped it was good </3 i accidentaly deleted the first draft so i lost the authors note and summary dni

2010, it was a year to be in F1. Many legends were on the grid, aswell as new rookies striving for greatness. But there was one pair that stood out more than the others, Jenny and Sebby, as they called themselves.

Jen and Seb, another name for them, were the troublemakers and pranksters of the grid. They were either driving or causing trouble, no in between. They made sure their PR Managers lived in misery and vain, but at least they had fun, right?

"SEBASTIAN VETTEL! COME RIGHT HERE!" Jenson's shout came from his driver's room in Mclaren. Seb, who was waiting around the corner grinned and tried to stifle his laugh as he walked over to the driver's room.

Seb slowly opened the door, trying to hold his laughter at the sight in front of him, but then failing. There stood a red-face Jenson Button, but quite literally. His face and body were stained a bright red, his fists clenched and shaking.

It took all his will to not punch Sebastian right then and there.

You'd think that a 30 year old man and a 23 year old would be mature, and have some common sense, right? Well, if you ever met Seb and Jen, you'd instantly know you were wrong. They were even more immature than a pair of 5 year olds, which was a bit surprising.

"I'm telling you to loosen up my buttons, babe" Sang Sebastian to Jenson, who rolled his eyes and shook his head disappointingly.

"I regret teaching you that this song even existed." He muttered, eyes closed and head in his hands.

"Well, too bad. I've already memorised all of it." Laughed Seb, pointing his finger at Jenson in a taunting manner.

"You did not!" Exclaimed Jenson, his eyes comically wide.

"Yes I did!"

"God, what am I going to do with you?" Jenson sighed, his shoulders deflating.

"Nothing, because you're never getting rid of me!" Seb started skipping around him in circles, singing the lyrics to Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls.

"God please help me." 

"A beekeeper?!"Jenson shouted, his jaw almost on the floor.

"What's wrong  with being a beekeeper?" Seb shouted back, his arms going across his chest defensively.

"That's so...adorable and cutesy! It does not  fit you!"

"Yes it does!" Seb argued, his voice slightly cracking.

"Does not!"

"Does"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Shut up!"

"Jeez, way to stop an argument." Jenson laughed, blowing air out of his mouth.

"Fuck off, Jen. You want to be a DILF."

"Why’s my entire table filled with… carrots?" Seb stared at the small mountain of carrots spilling out as he opened his locker.

Jenson strolled into the room, arms crossed, leaning casually against the doorframe with a smirk. "Just making sure you’re eating healthy. Thought you could use a bit of beta-carotene, mate."

Seb rolled his eyes, grabbing a handful of carrots and shoving them into Jenson’s arms. "Fine, but you’re eating them with me. Enjoy your five-a-day."

"Why is there glitter… everywhere?" Jenson asked, his voice barely holding back a mix of rage and laughter as he opened his driver’s bag to find every item coated in a thick layer of sparkles.

Seb was practically bent over in silent laughter, barely able to breathe. "It’s called adding flair, Jen. A little sparkle in your life never hurt."

Jenson held up his helmet, which was covered in glitter, and just shook his head. "You're dead, Vettel. You better start running now."

During one race weekend, Jenson was doing a live interview, being the picture of professionalism, answering questions and playing the PR game as usual. But right on the edge of the frame, Seb popped up wearing a pair of sunglasses and holding a cardboard sign that said, 'Free Hugs from Jenson.'

Without any hint of annoyance or surprise, Jenson smirked at the camera and pointed behind him. "Alright, guys, you heard him. Go find Seb if you want hugs. Might be the only time he’s offering them to the public."

During a fan Q&A, a young fan asked Jenson how he would describe Seb in three words.

Jenson looked at Seb, pretending to be in deep thought. "Hmm… a bee loving menace."

Seb grinned, crossing his arms. "Best description I’ve ever had. What would you be?"

"Easy," Jenson replied with a grin. "Seb’s number one fan."

The audience burst into laughter, and Seb dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “Aww, Jen, you shouldn’t have!"

"Sebastian, what’s your proudest achievement in F1 so far?" a journalist asked during a media day.

Seb was mid-sentence, talking about his wins, when Jenson appeared out of nowhere, a huge smirk on his face. "Oh, I can tell you. It’s definitely pranking me with a cardboard cutout of myself in my hotel room at 3 a.m. Nearly gave me a heart attack."

Seb burst out laughing. "It was life-sized! I figured you’d love the surprise!"

"Oh, I loved it," Jenson replied sarcastically. "Especially when I walked in and saw myself staring back at me. Almost had to call security."

Then there was the time when Seb was asked if he ever got nervous before races.

"No, not really," Seb replied calmly, then paused as Jenson slid into the shot behind him, eyebrows raised.

"Are we forgetting Singapore? 2009? Because I remember somebody pacing around like a madman that morning, muttering something about needing more breakfast."

Seb glared at him, trying to stifle his grin. "I wasn’t nervous! I was… focused."

"Right, focused on finding an extra croissant," Jenson said, leaning into the mic. "He was unstoppable once he got it."

In a rare joint interview, Jenson and Seb sat down with a reporter, who knew that having these two together would be nothing short of entertaining chaos. The interviewer barely got to her first question before things went to chaos.

"So, Jenson," she began with a smile, "how do you and Seb keep such a good dynamic? I mean, you're known as one of the most iconic duos in the paddock, but there's clearly some… competitive spirit there."

Jenson gave a small chuckle, glancing over at Seb, who already had a smug grin. "Well, I think it’s because we’ve both come to terms with the fact that we'll never stop pranking each other."

Seb scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Me? I’m the one who’s just a tiny bit competitive? Remember Monaco, Jen? You may as well have had steam coming out of your ears by the end of that one."

"Don’t act innocent, Seb," Jenson shot back, eyebrows raised. "Who was the one who replaced my car’s steering wheel with a pink one with ‘Princess’ written on it?"

Seb laughed, clearly proud of his prank. "Oh, come on! You did look quite royal with it."

The interviewer was grinning ear to ear, clearly loving their dynamic. "Okay, okay, let’s settle this! What’s the biggest prank you two have pulled on each other?"

Seb’s eyes sparkled, leaning forward like he’d been waiting for this question."That’s easy. Spain, last season. He had this brand new helmet design he’d been bragging about for weeks. It had all these fancy graphics, and he wouldn’t stop talking about it."

Jenson’s eyes widened as he realized what Seb was about to reveal. "Don’t you dare, Seb!"

"Oh, I’m telling them," Seb said, grinning. "So, I may have… slightly changed his helmet."

"Slightly?" Jenson cut in, exasperated. "You replaced my name with a cartoon donkey and slapped a rainbow on it!"

Seb was barely able to keep a straight face. "And it looked amazing. He didn’t realize it until he was already at the track, visor down, ready for the press photos."

Jenson shook his head, grinning despite himself. "Every photographer at the track got a picture of that disaster. You know how hard it was to live that down?"

The interviewer was in stitches, barely able to get her next question out. "Alright, Jenson, what’s the biggest prank you’ve pulled on Seb?"

"Oh, this one was good," Jenson said, rubbing his hands together like he was planning a grand scheme. "It was right before Silverstone, and Seb had just gotten this new superstitious thing about his driver’s suit. Something about ‘needing it perfectly creased’ for luck."

Seb rolled his eyes. "Don’t remind me."

"So, I… may have swapped his suit with one that was three sizes too small and had bright neon green stitching." Jenson shrugged, feigning innocence. "I figured if he really needed luck, he’d work with whatever he had."

Seb slapped his forehead, laughing. "I couldn’t even breathe in that thing! I walked around like a robot all morning until someone finally told me where he’d put my actual suit."

The interviewer chuckled, leaning in. "Do you two ever get tired of the pranks? I mean, don’t they ever just get exhausting?"

Seb and Jenson exchanged a look, then shook their heads in unison.

"It’s like an unspoken rule at this point," Jenson explained. "He pranks me, I prank him back. Keeps things interesting. And the paddock seems to find it entertaining." (he push me i push him back)

Seb nodded, adding, "And, hey, it makes those PR events a little less boring. Like that one event in Monaco where he wouldn’t stop complaining about the heat, so I ‘helped’ by swapping his water bottle with sparkling lemonade. Thought he’d appreciate the upgrade."

Jenson shot Seb a look. "Upgrade? Seb, it was carbonated. I sprayed half of it all over my suit before I realized it."

"Good times," Seb said, smiling like it was a fond memory.

The interviewer’s eyes twinkled with excitement as she moved on to her next question. "Alright, last one! If you could describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?"

Seb tapped his chin, pretending to think deeply. "Oh, that’s easy. Jenson is the most patient man on the planet… for putting up with me."

Jenson laughed, leaning back in his chair. "You got that right."

"And what about you, Jenson?" the interviewer asked, curious.

Jenson looked at Seb with a playful glint in his eye. "Sebastian Vettel… the grid’s biggest headache, but somehow my best friend."

Seb looked mock offended. "Hey, I prefer ‘legendary troublemaker.’"

They both burst out laughing, and the interviewer shook her head, thoroughly entertained. "Alright, I think we’ve got enough stories to keep F1 fans laughing for weeks!"

[maegorsbignaturals]

Do you have any thoughts about Maegor and Balerions bond?

OMG HIII THANKS FOR THE ASK!!

I think that Maegor saw Balerion as an object, but not necessarily a weapon of mass destruction, but more likely like one that showed his position as the crown's heie. During the first decades of the Targaryen dynasty Balerion helped to show the "truthful heir" in some way like the Aegon I's crown and Blackfyre sword did, since those are heritages from the conqueror and most importantly, from Valyria (since they are descandents from the Valyrian Freehold and that makes them superior from the rest of the men and you- you know, Jaehaerys and his doctrine). But Balerion is a living heritage, the Last living being that really saw Valyria on its prime, and the fact that he bonded with someone after Aegon was a sign that he was a "More worthy/rightful" heir to the crown. Also, lets add the fact that Aenys gave Maegor Blackfyre sword, so yeah, he might accidentaly made Maegor to be seen as a worthy heir in everyones eyes (Perhaps as Aegon's heir, but i like to think that it was going more by Aenys's heir route, given Visenyas reaction when Aenys named Aegon the uncrowned his heir and not Maegor, and the fact they didn't tried to usurp Aenys when he was crowned, and also how he answered everytime when Alyssa V teased him about not having a Dragon).

Now, in a more heart-touching tone, i think that Maegor saw Balerion as a bond with its supposed father, since he never received the same treament he gave Aenys. Aenys was teached to fight by the king and the Kingsguard, Maegor was teached by the master of Arms of Dragonstone, Aenys lived almost all his life in Aegon's fort and had the chance to travel all around Westeros by his father's side while Maegor passed almost all his life in Dragonstone with his Mother. He never had a true bond with them, and the only time he might had had it was when Maegor was knighted at thirteen and when he was named hand by Aenys. I like to think that once a rider takes -or is chosen?- by a dragon, they not only bond with the dragon itself, but with the past riders thanks to its bond. In that way, Maegor could have had holded some of his father's memories and feelings and understand him, know why he never was perceived as an equal to Aenys. And, of course, the advantage in war and postion this ancient beast gave him. He was searching something from Balerion, as almost all of his Targaryen riders (except Viserys I). Almost all its life, Balerion was seeing as an object or a symbol from whom people could get something, Maegor I got the advantage of war, a way to try to understand its father, and the position of the heir (Aegon's heir? Aenys heir? The lines began to difuminate!), Aerea wanted Balerion to take her back to home and her privileges as heir, but Viserys? Viserys wanted just Balerion, but by getting Balerion he got the symbolism of heir and- okay, okay, i think that my point with Balerion and succession is clear. @kingcunny has a better understand and toughts about Balerion and Viserys bond than i, they can explain it better than i do andnqndnwne. I have talked to them and we both find funny the possibility that some ideas or feelings from the past rider get trought the bond to the New one. Like Viserys turned atheist reddit type with the seven once he bonds with Balerion and begans to question himself about his faith and the Faith thanks to Maegor's quarrel with the Faith.

[emerxshiu]

rat brainrot going hard

sorry for not posting this week, i was cooking some stuff but this drawing took almost the entire week to do, worst part, it was a shitpost

i still dont know why this took me so much

so uh, almost all my drawings this week have been related to this two(and lis) so much so that i struggled because i wanted to draw other things so i would just stare at a blank sheet of paper for over half an hour, god that was torture, tho i dont mind drawing the sillies, sometimes it gets a bit boring drawing the same over and over y'know? im also going to take this as an opportunity to ramble about my forgo gijinka, because surprisingly i hadnt done that yet.

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ok now to actually talk about the wet rat

ive tried doing a gijinka of em since i joined the fandom (my first gijinka was fecto elfilis (well not really they were fnaf, but i mean when i got into kirby and when i started using the term gijinka))

but most of the time it just looked like elfilin but like...evil, with a different ear and a hospital gown, thats it, so i barely drew them since i didnt like that, but on february, i actually sketched an idea that i liked, and thought it looked cute but a bit off (i mean off in a good way)

(yes im posting this image again because i think its the best drawing of my forgo (im very inconsistent with my style ok))

they have their eyes closed most of time, like in game, i considered giving them legs but i ended up with the tail, since i didnt want to end up with like a fourth evil elfilin, the arms are like that so i can have em be small and weird like in the actual game, but i also made it so they can like change it, that way i can make em have hands and stuff if necessary (like to hold that frying pan for example)

not sure if a lot of you notice it but um, bro has no neck, i took away his neck privileges, i did it just to see but i ended up falling in love with that and stuck around, and also that allows me to draw them bending their head like in the drawing above because their neck isnt necking and i like that, i like being able to draw characters doing stuff that shouldnt be anatomically possible or is abnormal (i did something a bit similar with void) thair clothes are rugged because well forgotten land you know what i mean, but in general theyre actually pretty simple

i also did the drawing in digital

i tried doing very sketchy lineart, i tried a new brush in this one and thats the one im using for my last drawings (not sure if anyone noticed the brush change) it was pain painting it because i did it all with the brush in the same size, not changing it, god did my hands hurt and it was a bad idea

i accidentaly downloaded the following 3 drawings twice lol

sleepy zzzz

i think they would wear something like this to sleep, i dunno i just wanted to draw em in something cute, and sleepy, with elfilin slippers (the mug also has elfilin btw) oh and also i like changing their hair, here one of their long bangs is tied into a bow, kinda like callie from splatoon, i have some drawing im probably wont post, one more of forgo wich looks very much like the upper one but like eyes closed, and one of fecto elfilis gyaru because my sister asked me to draw them like that, bad thing is i didnt look up references on gyaru since i couldnt use my phone at the moment, i did like the hair i did for them in that one tho, they have their bangs tied up in a bun, and then left the rest loose, making it look longer than it actually is. i might redraw it, but actually looking up gyaru so i can make something more accurate, i like the style, but im not too informed on it

elfilin being silly like a kitty :p

not much more to say on this, just sillines :3

there is totally not a cropped drawing there

based on the kirby manga, where they make it so elfilis sings really bad, at first i didnt like it that much since i had imagined they'd sign great, but after i while i started to find it a bit cute so now its a headcanon, they like to sing but suck at it.

writing this just made me remember i wanted to do another drawing too for this with kirby and them singing, but i forgot to do it, im kinda tired (and its late) ill probably draw it, but for next post or another one

tried drawing fecto forgo as a plushie, silly.

i wanna learn how to sew so i can make plushies of characters (like prince fluf!) but im way too lazy, i will get around it some day! (hopefully)

elfilin too as a plush

i also wanna learn to sculpt, i tried doing a clay kirby once, but one his feet broke in half, and one day my mom put it in a box, and his eyes fell off and stuck to the box :(

i really wanna do figures for characters i like or dont have enough merch or my ocs (prince fluff, flamberge, fecto elfilis)

but as i said, im way too lazy and unmotivated, though its be nice, one day, maybe one day if i stop procrastinating

it doesnt have the same ring to it as "feto rata mojada alien" wich is how my sister and i call them (she doesnt know that much about kirby, but i sometimes show her my drawings (reluctantly sometimes, but im the older so like >:) she has too if she wants to show me her stuff too))

silly rat and wet rat, thats how i call em (because wet rat alien fetus is too long sometimes)

you can tell the brainrot was too strong (were near done(kinda))

they gain a mouth whenever i fell like it very much

artblock hit, and all the rest of pages i stared at them for 30 minutes

it felt weird looking at my fecto elfilis with the eyes so big, it looked off (in a weird way)

dunno, tried drawing them in a different pose i i dunno really

i think these are from tuesday. i did more but those were oc (mostly splatoon) or other kirby character related, and i want this to be a rat post (might post those tommorow or another day maybe)

i dunno (x2), i tried drawing elfilin like elfilis, i really liked the hands here. i still struggle a bit with anatomy but i think this was quite good for my usual character just stading looking at the front or a quarter profile. im considering making this into a fully digital drawing, what do i say by considering im actually doing that fuck it, i just think it looks kinda cool

"This new creation, driven by pure chaos, was defeated by the bright light of Kirby's hope."

Chaos Elfilis reminds me of a moth. kirby's hope is a bright light.

you can see my thought process. i just thought itd be a bit cute and kinda silly and funny.

the kirby fandom wiki, said that chaos elfilis looked akin to a moth, and it just stuck with me, so i wanted my gijinka of them to be moth inspired, and thats when i saw just how cute moths are! i mean im still a bit scared of insects but at least now i kinda like em.

i feel like i need to say sorry to that one moth i desintegrated in a matter of seconds with a book because i thought it was an spider and didnt think (im so sorry little guy)

but ah yeah elfilis, moth, it made sense to me since chaos elfilis has the soul of morpho knight, who is a butterfly, and moths are kinda like butterflies too. and i thought itd be cute

so uh yeah i sometimes like making my chaos elfilis be a bit like a moth, that includes liking light, a lot, so uh kirby is like a lamp in here because i said so

now to talk about the desing since for some reason i hadnt earlier, as i said before, they are very moth inpired so uh im might say that word way too many times (im sorry i suck at explaining stuff)

their horns are thinner to resemble moth anntenae, and they curve just because i thought it look cool, and to differentiate it a bit from fecto elfilis. their bangs tie into a bun (i forgot to draw that but i dont wanna go and change it now, way too tiredv man and i still have to post this on other places) the bun looks a bit like an eye, because well, they are basically a soul boss, and moths have things in their wings that look like eyes, btw chaos elfilis doesnt have their wings here because i got lazy and i didnt want them to like cover most of the drawing. the things coming from their bun are like the trhee things theyve got in their head, theyre shaped like that to resemble insects legs a bit, fecto elfilis also had the 3 things (i dunno how to call em sorry) as their eyelashes, but chaos elfilis has just white eyelashes, because the bun already has the 3 things and because my morpho has white eyelashes so (i still havent done my morpho gijinka yet, i just know im gonna give the butterfly some white eyelashes cuz cute and pretty grimm reaper) the rest of the hair is shaped into like a ponytail but like, adn shaped, with whats left shaped like a lil moth

the waistband they have is a nod to morpho, they used to have a bow shaped just like the butterfly morpho appears as, but i took it out because i thought it crowded the design way too much, and also because it was too on the nose. the arms have those golden things because my fecto has it and because my og chaos elfilis gijinka had them so i wanted to bring it back, the hand fades into white because the red in the hand wasnt hard to distinguish so i came up with that to make it easier to see.

the red part of the pants are actually a bit fuzzy akin to a moth and the white part has those stripes to loke like insect stuff because y'know akin to a moth. the boots are like the red part in their legs their model in-game has, so i just made em tall boots, the high heels? originally it was platform just ike my fecto but then i wanted to draw them in high heels when i was slightly redoing chaos elfilis, and welp, i loved it and now theyve got high heels. those rings around the ankle are inspired by the ones leaongar has around their arm. also can you tell anatomy is not my strong suit? and that i dont draw high heels often?

i made a slight change in my kirby, making the sleeves be a different color, since the one he had before i felt was way too white, and i wanted to have more saturation in it

i also forgot but elfilin is supposed to wear that during forgotten land, and then i decided that after the anding of the main story he changes clothes, but i forgot about that while doing this so he has his pre-ending clothes (also because i still cant really decide on their second outfit for the post-game)

god im so tired i wanna talk and show more drawings but o shit im sweating why is it so hot in here

um thank you for reading all the unnecessary long rambles about why i do certain stuff in my gijinkas, i appreciate it a lot (im still sorry about writing walls upon walls of text but i just cant help it)

Jambuhbye! :D

[writingsofwesteros]

Aegon was walking boringly through the Red Keep's halls. His half-sister's family had come to visit the King and so his mother had been more anxious than ever about impecabble behaviour. Surprising enough, she barely payed attention to Rhaenyra when she arrived, focusing more in greeting her children and leading them all inside the palace. As soon as they were all settled, she seemed to dissapear from court and wandered to other places, not like Aegon cared. He just wanted something to pull him out of his boredom, but this time his whore couldn't do and he ended up returning sooner than usual.

He stopped dead on his tracks when he heard some familiar sounds coming from Rhaenyra's wing, where all the family slept. Bed creakings, something hitting the wall repeteadly and hushed voices. Already feeling his pants tighten at the picture, he followed the sounds hoping to get a good view to relieve himself. He found out it came from his half-sister's chambers, which shouldn't have been surprising...if the Princess wasn't currently visiting her father and so nowhere near her chambers.

The closer he got, the clearer the sounds got. Whimpers, grunts, begging and moans. The creaking of the bed was louder and it was a shock they haven't opened a hole int he wall. Aegon placed his ear against the door, already sneaking a hand around his hard dick.

"Oh gods, yes. Am I hitting it right, my love?"

"Fuck! yes Dae. Right there, please don't stop!"

He accidentaly pushed the door open, not noticing it wasn't locked, and what he saw made him freeze in shock and arousal at the same time.

There, in the sheets that were supposedly for Rhaenyra, were non other than her husband and her daughter. Both glued to each other, sweaty bodies colliding in a hungry, desesperate rythym like rabbits in heat. Daemon was riding her from the back, grooping her delicious breasts and licking her neck, whispering obscenities to her. Aemma was laying completely on the sheets, fists clenching them and hiding her face in the pillows, ocasionally arching her back with a wanton moan and urging Daemon to go faster, harder. Aegon watched the exact moment when Daemon came, his big body twitching over Aemma's while the girl bite a pillow to supress a scream. But they didn't stop. Aemma gracefully changed positions and placed herself on top of him as she began to jump on his cock, cum still dripping from her legs. Her hand scratches his chest while his hands grabbed her by the hips.

Aegon couldn't remember when he started to stroke himself, but something shifted when Daemon sat up, surrounding Aemma's torso with his muscular arms, and the both of them started to messily make out while her movements quickened, showing that their hunger haven't been placated yet. Between the sounds of their tongues fighting for dominance and the wet sounds of her cunt, Aegon came hard on his hand, biting his tongue to not be discovered. He stood there, breathing heavily against a wall, when he heard Aemma letting out a rather loud groan as Daemon chuckled.

"That's it, my sweet girl. Cum all over my cock, just like that"

"D-Daemon, I-Oh gods!"

She let her head fall back, exposing her neck for Daemon's eager mouth. He squeezed her against him as she trembled on his hold, her arms hugging his shoulders tightly. They gently layed down back on the bed, with Daemon still hugging her as their breathings went back to normal. Last thing Aegon heard before sprinting was them making out again.

Feel free to continue it ;)

HOT HOT HOT! I have no words and Aegon is so disgusting and I love it

Aegon begins to sneak closer to their chambers again and again; hoping for another glimpse..and he does..not realising they know he is there.

Aegon probably ends up seeing Jace and Alicent together as well; but that's for another time.

If they don't notice he's there; Aegon just watches; palming himself and even goes to the street of silk for both a man and a woman..so similar to Daemon and Aemma

[aboredindividual]

Smells and Scent Glands

Every single dynamic has their own unique scent that tells a person apart from others. It is used as an identifier and a mean of speech, as emotional state of an individual influences their overall scent, which makes reading people an easier affair. There are characteristics that are shared by all dynamics and some that are exclusive to only one or two.

Note for all dynamics:

Scent comes from scent glands

Scent glands are situated all across our bodies, but there are known spaces where scent glands are highly compacted and with heightened scent production. All compacted scent gland places are more sensitive to outside touches.

The scent of an individual is made of few components : Base scent, dynamic scent, emotional state, and biological state.

Base scent is the individual scent person develops that is solely unique to the person,when they are old enough to develop one

Base scent will always be present but may be changed in some time of way due to emotional state or biological state

Dynamic scent is as name descibes- the scent that describes someone's secondary gender. It is an undertone that will remain present from person's presenting onward

Biological state can temporarily change or add to person's overall scent, for example Alphas in rut produce domineering scent and pregnant omega's scent may change into sweet,milky undertones.

Some ,,taste'' of scents may be present in more than one dynamic

for example betas can omegas can both smell like Orchids even if the scent is slightly different

No person will have the same exact scent as someone else. They may be similiar tho

Person may ,,scent'' things to proclaim them as their own or mark their territory

Scents may be released to influence other people, for example to soothe them,warn them or express themselves

Fear smells sour

Negative emotions smell bitter

Positive emotions smell warm and sweet

Sadness smells dull

Children will develop their own scent at the age of 8, before that age they smell exactly like their parents, so they are easier to identify

Families tend to have similiar scent elements

Alphas

The strongest and longest holding scent of all dynamics

Their scent are full and heavy, very easy to pick up on from distances

They have the highest number of scent glands of all dynamics

The downside to this is that alphas may accidentaly scent someone, by brushing against someone or even shaking their hands.

Alphas because of this have the highest control of their scent glands.

Alphas may infuse their scent with commands to influence other people of ,,lower" dynamics. Doing this too other alphas will often end in confrontation and fights.

Betas

They have the weakest scent glands of all dynamics

Their scents are fresh and not ,,in the front"

It makes them easier to be around and overall more pleasing

Their scent gland produce the least amount of scent and the glands are not sensitive at all

Female beta's scent glands on their breast may enlarge during their pregnancy and postpartum but will return to normal after some time

Omegas

They have the most reactive and sensitive scent glands of all dynamics

They are the most affected by scent changes and may more quickly react to smells, making them the best at reading people

Their scent are welcoming and calming

Omega's scent glands may automatically respond to situation changes before they even proccess them. For example producing calming pheromones when someone nearby is injured

Scent glands on stomach and breast will start to develop during pregnancy and while stomach one will fade after time, the breast ones will not.

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, sex dream, confusing switching of two look alike characters

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Summary:

It's all fun and games, until you get your motives questioned by a grumpy wizard. Then your subconscious decides to fuck with you.

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Chapter 4 - A - Empanadas de manzana - Chiloé Island, Chile

This is a sweet and tart apple pastry. It's made with cinnamon, cloves, lemon juice, and vanilla, and has a buttery flakey dough.

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Miguel had been very appreciative of the pizza. He had torn into the box and devoured three whole pieces, before you even got your box of chicken wings open. He looked like he was starving and you felt the same way, but you certainly weren't going to act like an animal.

He did look amusing though.

"Oh, shock. It's so good! I've never had pizza like this before. This is amazing!" Miguel finally spoke.

His face was pure bliss as he licked his fingers clean. You swallowed thickly, finding yourself drooling. You weren't sure if it was the image of him eating like a beast, or the fact that he was licking his fingers obscenely clean. You just knew it wasn't the wings that made your mouth water.

You two talked about patrols, recent current events that you thought he should be aware of, and then you went over all the local slang and currently used curse words. His little AI companion was quietly keeping score of all information, and by the time you finished your wings, it was early morning.

After the food was gone, you deposited the packaging and waste into the dumpster behind the pizza joint. When you turned around, Miguel was gone. Nothing remained of his presence, aside from the spot he had accidently dumped a package of hot sauce after he tore it open the wrong way.

You were disappointed that he didn't say goodbye. It was alright though, because now you knew he existed, and you wouldn't be scared to see him during the day in public and accidentaly mistake him for your ex. You decided to start the journey home, swinging back towards the Sanctum.

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It was about four am when you got in and the building was quiet, aside from the usual sounds of the unusual. The journey to your room was uneventful, right up until you got to the door of the round sitting room that led to your room.

There Stephen and Peter were, books scattered all around them. Peter was upside down, hanging from the roof with a notebook and pen in his hands, while Stephen was floating upside down in front of him, firing off questions.

"Holy shit, boys. You're still awake?" You exclaimed, which threw Peter off enough to slip down a few inches from the web rope he was holding.

"Oh, hey! Yeah! Stephen made me this weird tea, and it kept me up all night. He's been trying to help me study and fall asleep, but I am still awake!" Peter quickly said as he let go of the rope and fell to his feet. His eyes were wide, yet he had dark bags under them. He was wired, and the doctor didn't seem concerned.

"Yeah… My bad, I didn't even think about his Spider physiology. I just dosed him according to his age." Stephen declared with a shrug.

"It's alright, doc! I'm fine!" Peter said while snatching up his books and throwing them into his backpack.

"You say that now, but once it wears off, you'll be tired and burned out. I think it's time you go to bed, my boy." Stephen chuckled and placed a hand to Peter's shoulder.

"Naw, I have so much energy! I could stay up until my exam at 4pm. I'm sure of it-" Peter blabbered on for a moment and he suddenly went limp as the doctor caught him. The lad was out cold and you were worried, until Peter let out a rumbling snore.

"Is he snoring?" You asked. Stephen nodded and smiled as he hauled Peter up into his arms and went over to his bedroom door.

"Yeap. Had to use a sleeping spell. I'll cast a cleansing one as he sleeps, then he can sleep until I get him up for his exam." Strange smiled as he disappeared into the room. He came out moment later and shut the door. The sorcerer seemed amused.

"He's doing that burrito nest thing again. I don't know how he can stand all those blankets and the fireplace on at the same time." Stephen casually remarked as he flicked his hands to clean the room up. There were webs everywhere, which meant Peter had probably literally crawled the walls while being high on whatever the doctor had given him.

"He does that when he's exhausted. It's good ya knocked him out. He's barely been sleeping because of school." You replied as you helped Stephen remove the webbing that was literally everywhere.

"Yeah, I figured as much. So, how was the night watch?" Stephen asked while casually leaning on nothing, the cloak aiding him to do so. He had both arms crossed and an inquisitive look on his face as the room kept cleaning itself. By now most of the mess was gone, leaving just a bit by your door.

"It went well." You gave a short reply and tried to move towards your door. The moment you blinked, you found yourself at the entrance to the round room again.

Fuck. He had more to say and you weren't getting away easily.

"Just well?" Stephen asked with a quirked brow and a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Oh no. He was doing that weird thing again. The power of deduction. It was one of his many natural talents and you loathed it when he focused that skill on you. Even though he wasn't your dad or anything, he sure fucking acted like one.

"Yeah." You shrugged and gave him a smile. He squinted at you and then chuckled with a gentle shake of his head.

Oh lord… Did he see something? A fault in your expression? Maybe he was using that third eye of his…

"Really? You didn't call for back up. You didn't even check in every hour, like you're supposed to. You must have been busy with something."

Riiight. That. You had forgotten to do so, what with Miguel appearing and then hanging out with him, instead of doing your job. Maybe if you gave up more truth, he'd back off and leave you alone-

"Ah. Well, it's funny you say that… The dark sauce spots on your torso confirms you had food. Wings again, right?" He pointed to the small splotches of the wing sauce and you smiled and shrugged. He kept going, not letting you say a word just yet.

"Also, I can clearly smell a garbage scent. It's not pungent, not enough of it to signal it was on you. But it is enough for me to tell that you were in close proximity to someone that maybe was filthy?" He asked and you tried so hard to keep calm. You'd never avoided telling him the truth before, but alas, you did smell a little. You couldn't even be mad at the comment.

"I was just talking with a friend. We grabbed pizza and wings." You tried to say, and Stephen just chuckled softly.

"Ah, I see… Who was this friend? Were you in uniform?"

"Yes, I was in uniform. His name is Miguel. He's from out of town." You explained and Stephen raised a brow.

"Also, judging by the fact you're not as chatty as you initially were when Peter was conscious, informs me you don't want to talk about this friend. Am I right?" By now the man was so smug looking.

"Fuck! Of course you're right, doc. I don't want to discuss my friend."

He was quiet for a moment as you squirmed, his smirk getting wider.

"Ah, I see. Is it a love interest? It's good to get back out there." He said, that damned grin not leaving his face.

"Uh, sure. Look, doc, I am really tired, and I have to get up early and-"

"No you don't. You planned on staying in and taking over Peter's gaming station. You made a big deal of it and everything with that new small animal town game that just came out. You even made me go to the store and get it." Stephen explained as he produced the game in question and waved it in your face. Damn him and his magic tricks and his stupid perfect memory. You snatched it from his hands and looked away.

His words made you sigh and rub the back of your neck sheepishly. You almost wanted to cry in frustration and exhaustion. Stephen noticed how you got quite stressed. His face softened and he sighed right back as he put his hands up in defence.

"Look, it's none of my business, but when you didn't call or text, I was getting worried, and Peter was as well. He asked me to check up on you, and when I did, you were sitting with another Spider. One that Peter doesn't know and has never seen before. He did, however, freak out, because he looks exactly like your ex…"

"Ah, fuck."

"Is that what Jake does at night? Is he a Spider-Folk and just hid it from you? I ask, because I only had a visual, and no audio. I remember you telling me about his peculiarities, before. I want to make sure you're safe. Peter was all ready to suit up and go kick his ass."

"May I sit down for this?" You huffed and motioned to the lounger. Stephen rubbed his face and nodded.

"Okay, look… The guy I was talking to looks like Jake, but he's not. He has proof that he isn't. Jake has some Egyptian symbols on his left arm, this guy did not." You said as you drew out the symbols on a piece of paper.

Stephen watched as you copied down the tattoo. His brows furrowed as you managed to write almost each symbol correctly from memory. Once he was done reading them, his brows shot up.

"That's… You're sure of the tattoo Jake has?" He asked as he took the paper and squinted at it.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry those pictures suck."

"They are actually quite good. You only made a mistake on this one, at the end. It's supposed to have a different bird to it, but otherwise, it's surprisingly accurate." He explained softly.

"Well, what does it say? Some lame ass thing, like 'live, love, laugh' or something?" You asked.

"Uh, yeah. It's very close to that, but in more words." Stephen huffed.

He had a look of concern on his face, which betrayed his words. He tried hiding it by rubbing at his tired looking eyes. You could tell he wasn't exactly telling you the whole truth, but he was tired and you were willing to drop the whole conversation, just because you got to skim over who you were with. Turning away, you hoped that was the end of the talk, when Stephen shifted in his seat.

"What's his name?" The doctor suddenly asked. It made you freeze on the spot.

"I… I don't want to out him"

"I won't tell Peter, or anyone else. I just want to make sure he's not on my watch list."

"Oh… Okay… His name is Miguel O'Hara."

The moment the Spanish Spider's name was mentioned, Stephen crinkled his nose.

Oh shit. Was Miguel on his list? If he was, that meant you had an obligation to help the wizard find and catch the new Spider. It would be so easy for Stephen, and you didn't want to have to go hunt this poor man down…

"No idea who that even is." He finally announced and gave a long yawn. It encouraged a yawn from you, and you gave him a smile.

"So, are we good? May I go to bed now, doc?" You asked while rubbing at your face. The wizard moved forward and gave you a weak smile.

"Sure… But, please don't go jumping into anything blindly. I know how much you miss Jake, and trying to fill that void with a look a like, doesn't help. Trust me, I know." Stephen patted your shoulder and turned away to leave.

"Yeah…" You muttered and went into your room.

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It should have been warm, but it wasn't. It wasn't cold, either. It felt like the absence of both and it wasn't bad or good. It felt like a dream, and maybe it was. Everything was off, like an artificial intelligence program that was trying really hard to replicate reality and failing only slightly. It was enough to know it wasn't real.

It was dark, but everything was crystal clear and it was breathtakingly beautiful. A rolling landscape lined with buildings of all sizes and shapes, colors, and lights. They went on forever into the sparkling night like an 80s retro synthwave album cover.

"It's amazing to look at, isn't it, doll?"

That voice.

You knew it anywhere. The distinct gravelly drawl was thick with a mix of Spanish and American tones. That was unmistakably Jake Lockley's voice. Hearing it now, made you feel stupid that you ever thought Miguel sounded like him. They were somehow two entirely different sounding accents, even though their voices were nearly identical.

"But of course, none of it compares to you, mi estrella." As he spoke, your vision blurred a little as you were turned to look at him.

He was stunning as he sat there in a grey tux, his legs dangling from the ledge where he sat. He had his customary bloodied plaster over the bridge of his nose, and his hair was slicked back with a few stray curls over his eyes. It was weird to see him lacking his hat, but he was wearing those gloves he was so fond of.

You tried to speak, but unfortunately nothing came out, save for a sigh. Jake's grin got wider and he tilted his head, almost looking past you. He looked so crisp and clean, when you were used to him looking like an overworked cabbie. Sure, he did clean up well, but never like this.

The suit was just too perfect. Not a detail out of place. Everything an expensive suit should have, was there. Dress shirt, tie, vest, pocket square, and pants. Even his shoes were tailored, looking like a nice shined up Italian leather. Everything was that rich charcoal shade, with the tie, shirt, gloves, and pocket square all being black.

The small detailing on the suit was phenomenal. The patterns on the fabric all appeared to be related to his interests in regards to Egypt, with everything from hieroglyphics to stylized patterns from that time period. It was subtle and stylish, but it was throwing you off.

"I miss you, you know. Every night I think about you. It helps to keep me going, knowing you'll be there when I get back." He murmured softly as he reached out to take your hand.

You looked down and felt your heart beating wildly in your chest. He was always so romantic, you know, when he was around. Of course this dream was projecting that positive trait. Missing him felt awful, and boy did you ever miss him.

Jake took your hand to his lips as he dipped his head down to kiss it. You squirmed, trying to will yourself to take your hand away, but you didn't budge. Jake took it as a sign to keep going and he pulled you closer, kissing his way past your wrist up your arm, and to your shoulder. It shot a shiver down your spine as your body reacted to him the way it always had.

"Do you know why I call you, 'mi estrella'? I consider you like the sun, and myself the moon. You're so brilliant and warm, and your greatness shines so brightly. It reflects onto me, making me feel like my heart is full." In the blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting in his lap as he husked out romantic words of adoration to you in Spanish.

You didn't remember doing so at all. His hands were roaming all over you, his rough voice groaning into your ear. His kisses had moved to the spot by your ear, nibbling, sucking, and licking the skin there. Every touch and every whisper was setting you aflame. It was so familiar, it felt safe, and you gave in to the motions of the experience.

Just as you surrendered to the dream, everything decided to go screwy. The night sky and the lights of the city all went dark. A low growling came from behind Jake, and when you looked, there were two small red dots staring at you. When you blinked, everything shook, and then they were gone.

When you looked back at Jake, he had changed subtly. At first you didn't quite know what it was, until he opened his eyes and shot you a toothy grin.

Sharp fangs and twinkling crimson eyes shown back at you.

"Don't think about him. His pretty words mean nothing when he keeps breaking your heart." Miguel's distinct voice hit your ears. You felt a ripple of heat go through you when you realized you were still in the same position you had been with Jake.

Right in Miguel's lap.

"Miguel." The words came out soft, like a whimper as you felt Miguel pull you closer. He whispered your name and dipped his head down to capture your lips. You closed your eyes, sighing happily as you felt him tip you backwards.

"Él no te merece." He groaned as he pushed firmly against you.

Oh.

Ooohhh…

Things sped up, like a choppy and thrown together home movie. Miguel's hands seemed like they were everywhere and his mouth was busy nipping at your neck. You could feel the drag of his teeth along your throat, which made you shudder at how easily he could tear it out if he so wished.

The scene switched to him tearing your clothes off, starting with your top at the arms. He started out by slipping your gloves off and throwing them behind him carelessly, then moved on to popping one of his claws out and slicing your sleeve, all the way up to your neck. He did the same to the other sleeve and then sliced downwards, going carefully, yet dangerously close to your skin.

"So beautiful… Hermosa." Everywhere he cut open, his mouth followed suit as he kissed and licked at your flesh. He was passionate as he gently rutted against you. You could only whimper, whine, and squirm as he worked, tearing and peeling your suit away from your body.

Your pants were swiftly taken from you, and somehow Miguel was also lacking any attire. The moment didn't last much longer, because he quickly kissed you as he grabbed at your thighs and hoisted you up to meet his hips. He was quick to kiss down to your neck again, this time biting and sinking his fangs in.

Pleasure rocketed through your body as he filled you just slow enough for you to get used to the feeling of him. He felt so good as he hit the back and stayed still. He growled, while you gasped and wriggled in his grasp, but finding all it did was move him around inside you.

He started to move, slowly at first, but the dream chose to slow it down even more as he increased his pace. You soon found nothing but a cloud of pleasure and felt his claws digging into your hips as he pounded into you. It didn't hurt like you thought it would, and instead, it was a wonderful sting of euphoria as the man ravaged you to his liking.

You had no idea how long this lasted for. Every time you closed your eyes and opened them, you were in a different position, but it was still Miguel. Nearly all of them where he could reach your neck, he had bitten you each time, and each time, it filled you with a thrill like no other.

All the noises were down right pornographic.

Skin was slapping against skin.

Lungs burned as you made obscene noises.

Miguel snarled and growled like a beast as he kept up his assault on you.

A much welcome assault, mind you. You felt so good through the whole thing. Every part of you reacted accordingly.

But as dreams go and flow, they would eventually end.

There was the most wonderful climax you had ever had in a dream, and then everything was black.

"Don't forget about me, mi estrella."

Those words hit your heart, and everything suddenly felt heavy.

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Rise and live again as my fist of vengeance. My Moon Knight

Is written on Moon Knight's pants. Stephen reads something similar in the hieroglyphics the reader presented to him.

Estrella is 'star' in Spanish. Hermosa is 'beautiful'. Él no te merece. is 'He doesn't deserve you.'

I use Google translate, so if it's wrong, sorry about that. Feel free to correct me.

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[mitsua]

Ch. 2 | ๋ ࣭ ⭑—Misunderstanding

Warnings: mentions of rude costumers, cursing, threatening, explosions, robbery, reader getting harmed and falsely accused Genre: angst Series: Boku No Hero Academia Y/N's . . . GN! Words' count: 0.68k

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The end of the month came and you were running out of money, due to paying, for a bitchy customer who you've accidentaly spilled some coffee on, a brand new pair of shoes.

"It was literally one fucking drop." You argued with him after almost ten minutes of going back and forth about it. Getting more and more desperate to just leave them alone already.

They ended up threatening you to either pay them to get new ones "as those won't ever be the same again" like they said, or they'd talk with your boss to fire you.

"Again? In the bank? Seriously?". There's been a short circuite apparently caused by a villains' assault plan. Alarms had gone off, the little light it came from those red, palpitating bulbs barely helped to make visible where you were going to hide while the heroes saved your day one more time.

As you were about to reach for a door, which was oddly familiar from the distance, a wrong step made you fall infront of the people in charge of waiting for the heroes and announce their partners.

You went to rub your knee silently, but felt a pair of arms quickly grab yours from behind to prevent you from moving any further.

"A silent group?" You asked internally since no one said nothing until you felt a sharp thing carress softly your neck.

An explosion broke down the bank's principle door, that's when you finally heard those villains shout, alarming their companions to get ready to go away.

Unfortunately for them, this time the student heroes weren't alone, as the reports the U.A. received said there were multiple people and only their not qualificated servants could not handle.

The man holding your arms shifted to grab your wrists with one hand and took the knife from the other who ran, to still make clear you were on danger.

Sweat was dripping from your forehead, mind going thousands of miles per hour. Was this your time to get a normal sleep? To dream and never wake up? "Fucking finall-"

Just as you were finishing to whisper this words to yourself, you saw a flash go barely above your head to the man behind you and heard the knife being dropped.

Letting a breath escape from your mouth, you crumbled in the loud crashes and shouting everyone was doing when fighting for their lives in this now absolutely mess of a bank.

You held your hands on your ears to quiet at least one decibel, crying for this to end. It was clear there were still more villains than heroes. That's why they've lasted more than twenty minutes fighting.

Just as you were opening once again your eyes, you saw a bag with money being thrown your way, so conveniently. The adrenaline from the moment made you reach immediately for it. Was this some luck in your life?

No, you missed it again.

You missed when two more groups of heroes came in view and specifically one blonde guy just saw you as a desperate person robbing.

"LET THAT BAG DOWN AND COME HERE IMMEDIATELY!" He shouted, making explosions with his hands to go your way, or more like flying your way.

"No, no, you don't understand!". You begged silently compared to his raised voice.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND?! WHAT WOULD I HAVE TO UNDERSTAND?! YOU'RE ONE OF THEM!" He accused, grabbing harshly your arm, causing you to whince and drop the bag. Being dragged out of the mess to a police car were a policemen already waiting with quirk-cancelling cuffs.

"Please no! This is a misunderstanding! Thi-This was not-It was not my intention, really-"

"SHUT UP. YOU'LL TELL THAT TO WHOEVER WANTS TO LISTEN!". He finished letting go of your now bruised arm, making you lose your balance and hit a police car's front.

Tears blurred almost everything around you. Barely distinguishing the young man with green hair, seemingly harmed, approaching the now considered by you "far beyond idiot blonde" screaming desperately to let you go and that you had nothing to do with this.

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🫦A Taste of the City🐢

Previous ~ October 5th - Tentacles, Cannibalism ( Nell x Riruka ) ~ Extra tags; dry humping, voyeurism, possessive behaviour

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(fic part 2 under the cut, this one's a lil short one<33)

The music's gone down to a more muted thump of the beat, but no less provocative or dizzying. The pink and purple and blues of the stage maintain a certain prescence throughout the place and Ichigo just can't stop noting everyone who's started getting their fix in the middle of the busy room. It's gone from strip club to full on sex club pretty quick and... Ichigo's not even sure yet that what just happened with the dancer was entirely real.

He tries not to look at anyone in the face, fleeting glances in several directions as he tries to find something less sexual to focus his sight on. At least while he finishes his drink.

Because that's all he wanted. That's all he came here for; a drink and some time to dwell on this horrible situation... and yet all he has on a petrifying loop inside his mind is that candy fucking Grimmjow's pink slick slit and the soft noices he'd made while he did it- fuck, this fucking city sucks.

The alcohol warms his throat pleasantly, and burns like sharp scratches up his nose when he accidentaly meets eyes with a sea turtle woman and a shy-looking jellyfish rocking and squirming on her lap. A mess of little bubbles clouds his view from the force of his choking; and the turtle doesn't budge or break to laugh, watching him directly even while her hands and lips are still concentrated on the pretty thing wrapped tight to her bosom.

She's teasing her, playing her soft, squishy skin, twirling her thick fingers in her curly hair and follows them right down to her curly tentacles, mindless of the sting of them. Her hands are solely on her but Ichigo feels like she's teasing him. Like that is his skin she's toying with. And yet, her eyes are possessive like a predator holding onto a meal, like she's daring him to make a single move; urging him to stay back back but also to not. stop. looking.

And with every tentative little touch of her sharp beak to the soft flesh under her jaw both the jellyfish and him jump with a start. Her soft lips part, and while he's frozen quiet in his spot, terrified to move a single muscle, she's slowly growing more and more disheveled and undone; soft, high-pitched moans escaping her, and the gentle rocking of her hips growing more and more desperate.

"Please, please," he hears her mutter in the sweetest voice. Fuck, and how pretty she begs. However miss sea turtle is keeping it together when granted such pretty please is a mystery to him; begging's always been his weakness.

And when the turtle speaks it's in such a soft and yet authoritative voice, that Ichigo can't quite catch - clearly not meant for him -, she trembles all over with excitement, nodding her head and making her long twintails ripple and curl in the water around them.

There's more kissing, more touching. Things too intimate that he wouldn't be so sure he's allowed to see anymore if only the turtle didn't keep checking on him to make sure he's still watching.

And then his ears ring and his vision goes for about a second, watches the turtle take a bite out of the jellyfish in an out of body sort of point of view. And a voice deep inside tells him to run and another to join in the feeding, and that alone snaps him right back to reality.

Her loud moans barely stand out with how loud everyone is, getting off by themselves or with help, and still all he's focusing on is the ripping of her jelly tentacles and the ecstasy spreading all across her face. Her body combulsing with pleasure that only grows with every glimpse she catches of her flesh disappearing inside the turtle's mouth. Throwing her head back and giving a few more insistant bucks of her hips while she rides her orgasm.

Ichigo realizes then, when her equally pink eyes finally meet his, that she hadn't acknowledged him at all this whole time; and now she does with a loopy smile and a question that has his body finally springing right back to flight.

"Wanna join, pretty boy?"

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Moonchild

Remus Lupin x OC/reader

just a little wip bit ;) og potterheads rise up but not too quickly bc we’re ancient and have joint problems

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“Please, Professor! You’ve promised us that you’ll have a guess!” Hannah Abbott whined, nudging the small vial towards Hesperia with her chubby finger. She cleared her throat and smirked at the excited giggles that filled the shabby classroom. The bundle of girls that stayed behind after class whispered something among each other, she tried her best not to listen. Looking around, she let out a loud, heavy sigh, rolling her eyes.

“Merlin’s beard, I swear, if it’s just a transfigured Dungbomb I’ll turn all of you into Puffskeins.“ she threatened them with her cherry wand and a tuft of pink sparkles emerged from its tip with a loud crack. She stiffled a laugh when the girls jumped at the sudden noise.

She tucked her wand into the eyelet sown on the inside of her tweed vest, carefully grabbed the vial and twisted it open with a muffled pop. It puffed out a small cloud of iridescent mist, twinkling as it evaporated around her nostrils. The scent hit her senses like a stunning jinx and she immediately recognized the substance, quickly holding it away from her face, her nose scrunched.

“Come on, that’s a low blow, ladies.” she shook her head at their giggles, masking her grin with a frown.

“I remember when Professor Slughorn made us brew Amorentia in fifth year, the smell of mine made him vomit, though. I nearly failed my Potions O.W.L.s, but that’s just between us.” she shrugged as the students erupted in another wave of giggles. She was just about to cork it again when Parvati gasped.

“Professor, please, please tell us what you smell!”

“Yes, say it!”

“We won’t tell anyone, promise!”

The girls babbled over each other until Hesperia sighed and put it to her nose again, making them squeal in excitement.

“Fine, let’s see…” she whispered and closed her eyes. She carefully smelled the glass edge of the vial, trying her best not to accidentaly dip the tip of her nose in it. Her hand softly shook when the cloud swirled around her again.

“…forest soil…cold wind…”

The girls silently chortled and she playfully shushed them, opening one eye to peek at the group.

“…hm, interesting. My sixth-year Transfiguration schoolbook...” she closed her eye again with a dramatic solemn expression and the girls’ laughter ricocheted off the stone walls, clearly oblivious to the fact that it wasn’t a joke. She suddenly felt overpowered by the thought and all mischief dissapeared from her features. Faint annoyed voices filled her ears.

‘Come on, you know how it goes, Moony! You’ve read the chapter.’

‘I can’t do it if you keep staring at me! What kind of tutoring is that?’

‘Merlin, where the hell am I supposed to look, then? I need to see your wand movement.’

‘You’re insufferable sometimes.’

‘Well, so are you! Maybe you should take your own advice for once and eat the damn…’

“…chocolate.”

There was a few seconds of silence after her shivering sigh before she blinked again and swiftly corked the vial, carefully laying it on the table. The memory floated further and further away from her mind. When Hesperia finally looked up, she was met with wide smiles and pink cheeks as the girls uncontrolably giggled.

“Well, I’m certain that you shouldn’t carry such a dangerous substance around the castle. Five points from Hufflepuff, Hannah, I’m sorry.”

The giggles turned into groans and she continued. “Who brewed it? Come on, don’t get all shy now!”

Susan Bones reluctantly raised her hand, rolling her eyes in the process. She started to open her mouth to protest but Hesperia spoke first.

“I might be very bad at Potions, but even I can recognize such a correct and potent brew. Ten points to Hufflepuff for your impressive skills.” she added in a whisper and winked, making the group sigh in relief and break into chortles again.

“Come on, now, off you go. Shoo. If you miss Charms, professor Flitwick will give me detention.” she waved them off and they thanked her, quickly saying goodbye over their shoulders before they errupted into whispers she could no longer hear.

She stared at the simple vial and walked backwards until she hit the uneven wall, resting her back against it. She turned her gaze to the ceiling, mindlessly scanning the dainty frescoes that peppered it. Her chest was flooded by a familiar scorching pain.

She suddenly heard footsteps accompanied by the sound of wood clicking against wood - a cane - as Remus opened the door with a loud creak and walked out of their office above the classroom. He leaned against the chipped wooden doorframe.

“Pomona was right about the Shrivelfig jam, I even managed to fall asleep for a bit. How did it go?” he softly smiled at her and straightened up, slowly limping down the stairs. She caught a glimpse of his worn-out brown sweater but didn’t respond. She just took a deep breath.

Forest soil. Cold wind. Old schoolbooks.

Chocolate.

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[beantothemax]

Hi Bean!! Got a Castitio fic for you, as compensation for the Elena fic, the angst I have and will send about my OC octopath au and the Trousseau fic I will send later today :3

The sun shone through the crack in the curtain. As its rays hit the sleeping couple, Castti stirred in her sleep. She opened her eyes, first noticing her splitting headache, then Partitio asleep beside her.

"... What was I doing?" she muttered.

A sharp stinging pain in her temple suddenly arose. She lifted her hand to head to see what it was, but felt a bandage rather than a wound.

"Partitio!" she shook him, "Partitio!"

He woke up with a groan, "what is it, honey?"

"Why do I have bandages on my head?" she asked.

Partitio blinked several times before he sat up and processed what was going on around him.

"Oh, that 'cause ya' fainted and hit yer head on a table. Wasn't there myself, but Nikki brought ya' here and said ya' overworked yourself."

"I did?"

"Yeah, I was scared for ya' but I could hardly say I was surprised. With how much ya' work, it was only a matter of time before somethin' like this happened," he said.

Castti glared at him but he laughed and her face softened. She couldn't stay mad at him, as he was right and he did at least bandage her wound.

He climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed.

"Yesterday I told mister Roque I'd take the day of to take care of ya', so I've got all the time in the world to spoil ya' and make sure ya' rest an' recover," he said with a big smile.

Castti never liked being spoiled. She was always the one to pamper and care for her friends, but now she had finally been put into a situation where she couldn't refuse.

She crawled back under the covers and stared at the wall as she started to nod off again. Half an hour later, Partitio returned with a plate of pancakes, bacon, eggs and raspberries. He was careful to wake her gently. She sat up, the headache returning again.

"Does this breakfast have herbs for a headache?" she chuckled.

"Nope, have it here though," he smiled, handing her a glass with a murky green water.

Its scent was very familiar, one Castti had smelled hundreds of times before, though something was just a bit off.

"Did you look through my medicine book for this?" she asked.

"Yep, I think I did pretty well," Partitio smiled.

"Did you test it on yourself?"

"No, I'm not that dumb."

"Good, because you mixed in the wrong herb. You were supposed to use western morning glory leaves, you used kachen leaves, which turns this mixture into a laxative, rather than a headache relief," she laughed.

"Oh," Partitio's face quickly became red as a rose.

"The pancakes look nice though," she quickly added.

Usually, she could be blunt when one of the members of Eir's apothecaries made such a mistake, but Partitio was a bit more sensitive than them. He always became embarrassed when finding out he made a mistake, regardless of what it was.

Castti cut a piece off, taking a bite. Any feeling of pain or fatigue she previously had faded away in an instant. She'd had many pancakes before, but Partitio's were always different, far better than even the best chef's.

"Ya like 'em?" he asked.

"They're divine," she said as she took several more bites.

"That's reassuring, I didn't taste test 'em."

The fact that he didn't even have to taste and adjust the batter made their quality even more impressive.

She cut the next piece, holding the fork up to his lips, "try them, I think you've mastered the art of making pancakes."

Partitio bit the piece, nodding as he swallowed.

"Eh, could be a little sweeter," he said.

"Come on, you know they're perfect," Castti smiled.

"Doesn't matter what I think, as long as ya' like 'em, then I'm happy," he smiled, taking the fork from her hand.

Partitio cut and fed her the rest of the food, and for once, Castti didn't complain that he wanted to spoil her.

AAAAA THIS IS SO SWEET…. partitio spoiling castti is amazing perfect 10/10 I love it

PARTITIO ACCIDENTALY MAKING A LAXATIVE HAD ME LAUGHING FOR LIKE A MINUTE he’s doing his best!!!!!

the uh. promises of a trousseau angst fic is both exicting and worrying.

[red-velvet-0w0]

heres the image of one of the pages that I was able to transcribe onto paper after I woke up (its rotated 90 degrees but ignore that). Its not entirely accurate, there are supposed to be way more hands on the right side, all connected to strings holding them up, and about 3 times the amount of people on the left, though taking up around the same space on the paper.

I tried to translate the words on the top, but I could only translate a bit (some of the symbols coralate to old norse, gaelic, or old basque) but for the most part it seems to be giberish. from what I could gather, the first line says "do something" (I dont know the specifics), the second line says "say: __________ EDEN" and the third line says "then something will happen"

there were a few other pages I saw but I didnt copy them down after I woke up and theyve faded from my mind. ive tried to find the book again in my dreams but Ive been unsuccessful

It should be noted that when I found this book in the dream it was immedeately followed by a weird impossible smoke monster (it was like if smoke had settled into the shape of a man) Ive been calling him The Killer In The Smoke, because thats the best way I could explain him. The weirdest part was that he didnt belong in my dream (its hard to explain, but I knew that niether him nor the dream were supposed to be in my dream or were products of my mind). he tried to kill me, but I managed to wake up and copy down the page before it all faded. definitely up there as one of the weirdest dreams ive ever had, right up there with the time I accidentaly made a deal with an weird yellow NB person who smiled to much and stole half an hour of my life.

anyone find any cool skeletons in the forest lately that they would like to share