#i’m still practicing so please be kind 🙈

[acacia-may]

Waiting in the Wings…

My Black Clover fanart inspired by this song (YouTube)

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Bound in Fire and Blood [Aemond Targaryen x Reader]

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Summary: You are the younger twin sister of Aemond Targaryen and the second youngest child to King Viserys and Queen Alicent. Growing up you were extremely close to your twin brother, practically inseparable and as you continued to grow, you realized your feelings for him were more than just a sibling love….

TRIGGER WARNING: This is a story of incest (obviously, it’s Game of Thrones). It contains strong depictions of sexual content and blood. Please read at your own risk.

Warnings in this chapter: Contains graphic sexual content.

A/N: I feel like this isn’t my best writing and I’m sorry for it being so short 🙈 I hope y’all enjoy though and that it will make up for the last chapter 😘

Chapter Five: The Twin Dragons

Gif does not belong to me 💚

It has been about a week now since your marriage to Aegon and after every night with him, you went to Aemond in tears. Aegon was not gentle in the slightest and you knew how angry it made your twin, but the two of you knew better than to hurt him in any kind of way. He was to be the future king after all, and you his queen.

“Where even is Aegon?” Your brother asked as you sat across from him in his chambers, deciding to have supper with him.

You knew the handmaids gossiped about you going to Aemond’s chambers every night, sometimes hearing their whispers the next morning. You knew it was all a lie though because unlike your husband, you were loyal to him; although your thoughts would more often than not betray you.

“He made up some lie about having to go train,” You replied with furrowed brows while taking a sip of your wine. “He thinks of me as a fool, it seems. I know he went to the street of silk.”

Aemond chuckled a bit at that. “Anyone would be a fool to believe that lie,” He stated taking a sip of his own wine.

You nodded, smiling a bit down at your wine. “Have you been doing well in this last week?” You asked softly. “I’m sorry I haven’t asked, I have been only thinking of myself,” You added, a small frown coming to your lips.

He smiled and shook his head. “You do not need to worry about me, sweet one,” He said softly. “But if you must know, I have been doing okay apart from my sister coming to me battered and bruised every night because of her husband.”

You sighed softly and turned your head away. “I don’t come bruised every night.”

“Last night I counted five new bruises, Y/N. You’re still recovering from the busted lip he gave you two nights ago as well because you tried to fight him while he was drunk.”

“That was my fault. I should not—“

“It is not your fault for what he did to you,” Aemond began as he stood up. He walked around the table and lightly grabbed you by the chin. “Everything that he does to you is not your fault,” He stated, his thumb lightly rubbing over your lower lip.

You closed your eyes as he moved his hand to your cheek. You leaned a bit into his touch, placing your hand over his. You let out a sigh, opening your eyes to look up at Aemond, just looking over his features.

As the two of you grew older, he had really matured into his looks, much like yourself and as you grew older, your feelings for him have only grown. When you were younger, you were not able to understand the feelings you truly had for Aemond, especially since you felt as though your thoughts were shut down because of your betrothal. In this moment between the two of you, however, everything seemed to come to light: the realization that you were truly in love with your twin brother.

You felt your eyes flutter close as you leaned up, suddenly feeling his lips crash against yours. You stood up, your hands moving to the back of his neck without releasing the kiss, his hands moving to your waist.

Aemond released the kiss, leaning his head against yours while you both breathed heavily. “Y/N” He breathed out.

You stared into his eye before reaching up and slowly took off his eyepatch to reveal his blue sapphire. You moved your hands to his cheeks and pulled him back in for another kiss, Aemond pushing his tongue through your mouth a bit roughly as he brought you closer by the back of your neck.

Your hands moved down to undo his vest while his moved to the back of your dress to unlace it. Once you got his vest and tunic off, you worked on his breeches before breaking the kiss to fully get out of your dress.

Aemond slowly turned you when the two of you stood bare in the middle of his chambers, laying gently back on his bed as he pushed you down. He crawled over you, his lips returning to yours in a heated kiss.

You let Aemond take your hands and interlaced your fingers as he took control. He took a pause before slowly entering you, a moan of pleasure passing your lips for the first time. Aegon never cared for what you wanted, but it clearly mattered to your twin brother.

You arched your back a bit the deeper he went in, furrowing your brows a bit. Your moans became louder when he moved his hands to your hips, grabbing them so he could go in further. As he thrusted into you, he started to go a bit rough, yet the moans did not stop.

“A-Aemond,” You cried, sitting up a bit.

Aemond’s eye flickered up to your features and he reached out, grabbing you lightly by the throat. He didn’t stop his thrusting as he gently lowered you down, groans passing his lips.

You couldn’t even tell he was squeezing your throat lightly as he grinded his hips against yours and in that moment you enjoyed it. You didn’t even realize you were about to reach your limit until Aemond let out one final moan and let go of your throat.

The two of you were breathing heavily as he laid his head on your chest, slowly pulling out. He leaned down kissing the top of your left breast gently, his kisses peppering down to your nipple, lightly sucking on it.

You stared at the ceiling, your breath slowly coming back. You looked over at Aemond when he moved off to the side and placed a hand on his cheek. It was dark in his chambers, yet you could still see the glistening of his sapphire.

Aemond looked over you, lightly moving your silver hair behind your shoulder and frowned a bit at the red mark that was already forming around your throat.

“I got a bit carried away, I apologize, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that passed your lips and leaned over wrapping your arms around his neck. “You do not need to apologize, my sweet brother,” You began, moving your left hand to his cheek, lightly tracing the scar he had gotten when you were ten years old. “Because I have imagined this night with you for a very long time,” You whispered kissing him once more on the lips.

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[lesbianlotties]

Ronancetober Day 5: Multiverse

what if... we met alternate versions of ourselves from the Upside Down and they were so hot... and we were both girls 😳😳😍💞🙈🥰💗😳

“So, remind me why are we here?” Robin said as she absentmindedly paced the now abandoned trailer.

“I wish I could tell you,” Nancy replied. She was standing in the middle of the trailer, staring intently into the gate open on the ceiling. She looked behind her just in time to catch the playfully raised eyebrow that Robin sent her way. Nancy looked away quickly so Robin wouldn’t catch her smile. “I just want to take a good look at it. Make sure nothing’s changed. I just have this…”

“Felling,” Robin finished for her. “I know. Remember? I had the same dream. We were here together but it was…”

“Different,” Nancy completed the sentence, and this time neither of them looked away in time to hide their smiles. Still, the moment ended abruptly.

“Nance?” Robin whispered with a trembling voice when she saw something change within the portal. A second later, Nancy was pushing Robin away, protecting her, putting her body between Robin and whatever was falling down from the portal. There was a moment of unmeasurable fear of whatever kind of monster they were about to face, but also a great amount of anger at themselves for foolishly putting themselves in this situation. However, then they were possibly more surprised than they had ever been.

“Oh. Good, you’re already here. We don’t have much time and we have to get going if we want to get to the others before they make a mess,” someone said. Someone that just fell from the gate with shocking ease. Someone that physically looked exactly like Robin. Someone that stared at Nancy and Robin with an impatient look, and then rolled her eyes, scoffed, took a step back, and held out her arms.

A second later, a second body fell down the gate, this one was screaming up until the moment she landed safely in the first person’s arms. Then she looked up, and said, with Nancy’s voice and Nancy’s exact same face, “Thank you, Robin.”

“Nance, I’m so scared right now,” Robin, the real Robin, as she immediately started to think of herself, whispered close to Nancy’s ear.

Nancy was still standing between Robin, her Robin, as she immediately started thinking of her, but Robin had also wrapped her arms around her protectively. “Robin, please tell me you’re seeing them too,” Nancy whispered right back to her.

“We really don’t have time for this,” Robin Two, as she begrudgingly accepted she’d be called, groaned.

Robin Two carefully set Nancy Two on the ground and Nancy Two smiled knowingly at her. “Come on, Robin. We have to explain, or else they’ll assume the worse, or run away, or start shooting, because I know that’s your first instinct when you see something you don’t trust or understand and, like, I love that about you, but wouldn’t it be so inconvenient if our versions from the dimension shoot us? Like, sure, it has some fucked up comedic value but-”

“Oh my God,” both Robins said in unison, almost equally endeared by Nancy Two rambling like her life depended on it, gesticulating wildly with her hands and looking up at Robin Two as if she hung the moon in the sky.

That got the attention of the Robin and Nancy from the Upside Down. “Are you two even together yet, or do you need a minute to process? We don’t have a lot of time,” Robin Two said, incredibly practical and competent. Both Nancys’ eyes widened in silent appreciation.

When Robin Two’s words registered, Robin and Nancy finally untangled themselves from one another, blushing and mumbling apologies while Robin Two rolled her eyes impatiently and Nancy Two cooed at them. 

“Okay, hold on a minute,” Nancy said and stopped to clear her throat because a version of herself was staring at her with the wide-eyed look that she was used to seeing in Robin, while a different version of Robin was staring at her with the determined stare that she was more used to seeing in the mirror. They were both wearing identical clothes to what she and Robin wore during their last trip to the Upside Down. “Are you… alternate versions of us from the Upside Down?”

“The Upside Down!” Robin Two exclaimed and snapped her fingers, turning to Nancy Two proudly. “So that’s what they call it. Of course!”

“Robin, do you see it?” the real Nancy said at the exact same time, turning to her Robin with a spark in her eyes and snapping her fingers as she said, “The Upside Down made an exact copy of Hawkins. It also made copies of us. Of course!”

“Oh, this is so trippy,” Nancy Two laughed breathlessly and patted the beret on top of her head.

“I know right!” the real Robin agreed. “Like, holy shit, it’s uncanny. Like, you guys are identical to us? But like… weird, and off-putting? In a good way! Like, as good as the Upside down can be, I guess? I, uh, I don’t mean that, like, as in insult or anything, I’m sure you guys are awesome, not that I’m saying I’m awesome but one of you looks like Nancy and the other one acts like Nancy, so, I’m super confused but not exactly complaining, I guess?”

“Robin,” Nancy interrupted her carefully and with an enamored smile on her face.

“Nance,” Robin Two said at the exact same time. Then she realized what she had said and the way everyone looked at her. “Sorry. I- I’m just used to- Nevermind. We have to go, okay?”

Robin Two took Nancy Two’s hand and confidently led the two of them out of the trailer, leaving behind two very confused and infinitely intrigued Robin and Nancy.

[loving-lucissa]

Lucius and Narcissa telling their children about their wedding❤️

A/N: so I had good intentions to write this as requested, but it kind of got away from me. So please feel free to hate me if this wasn’t what you hoped it would be 🙈

Lucius stood in the doorway of his son’s room, watching in amusement as Draco struggled with his bow tie. The poor boy had tried and failed numerous times at tying it so Lucius finally felt bad enough to step in and help.

“Here, let me,” he said, walking further into the room as Draco threw his hands down in defeat.

“Stupid thing won’t work,” Draco muttered under his breath as his father approached and turned him around to face him instead of the mirror.

“It takes some practice to get used to,” Lucius said, getting right to work until a wave of nostalgia washed over him. “You know, the last time I tied a tie in this room was the day of my wedding.”

“Oh yeah? How did that go?” Draco asked, still pretty annoyed that he couldn’t tie the stupid bow, himself.

———

“You getting nervous yet?” Rodolphus asked, appearing in the mirror behind Lucius, fully dressed in his finest formal robes.

Lucius fixed his tie for what felt like the millionth time before turning around and facing his best friend and soon to be brother-in-law, “I don’t get nervous.”

“Fantastic, because they've actually sent me in to tell you there’s been a slight hiccup. No one can seem to find Narcissa…apparently, she told Bella last night that she was having second thoughts.”

“What?!” Lucius breathed out, his eyes going wide and the anxiety he had been feeling all day had suddenly become very visible. He tried to make a dash past Rodolphus, “I have to find her. I have to–”

Rodolphus was quick to grab his arm and wretch him back into the room. “I’m just messing with you, Malfoy, but it’s good to know that you don’t get nervous,” he remarked with a laugh.

Lucius only glared in response before walking towards the window on the far side of the room. He subtly wiped the sweat from his palms on his pristine dress robes as he looked over the back gardens. There were still a few elves scurrying around, arranging things before guests started filing in. He pulled out his pocket watch to check the time, only an hour until he was a married man.

“Did you feel…different…after marrying Bellatrix?” Lucius asked softly, turning his head towards Rodolphus.

“Not really. I mean the only thing different was that Bella and I didn’t need to sneak around anymore,” Rodolphus answered with a smirk. He watched as Lucius gave a somber nod and turned back towards the window. With a small sigh, Rodolphus walked over to the blonde and slapped a hand on his shoulder, “Look, there’s still time. As your friend, I can do you one last favor and sneak you out of here and you could be gone before any of this starts. You’ll probably have to change your name, but–”

“I don’t want to leave,” Lucius sneered, moving his shoulder out from under his friend’s grasp.

“Then what’s the problem?” Rodolphus asked, standing his ground.

“I’m afraid!” Lucius let out in a frustrated yell as he turned around to face Rodolphus.

Rodolphus was shocked, to say the least. Lucius wasn’t the type to admit any sort of weakness, let alone admit fear. Thinking fast on his feet, he had two options, get to the bottom of this and try to help or tell him to man up and get over his stupid feelings.

Trying to shake the confused look from his face, he looked back at Lucius who was now looking at the ground but still visibly shaken, “What are you afraid of?”

Lucius glanced up and let out a sigh when he saw the sincere look on Rodolphus’ face, “After today, things are permanent…it won’t just be me anymore, it’ll always be me and Narcissa.”

“Are you afraid she won't be enough for you?”

Lucius shook his head, “No, I’m afraid I won’t be enough for her. I’m afraid that I might mess up at some point and she’ll get hurt because of it…I just want the best for her and I’m not completely sure that I’m what’s best.”

Rodolphus had just opened his mouth to respond when the sound of a soft knock at the door interrupted him. He quickly held up a finger at Lucius and moved to the door, opening a crack to see who the person was. There, on the other side of the door, was the bride herself, all ready in her beautiful white gown.

“Cissy?” Rodolphus gasped, causing Lucius to scramble to the side of the door, standing flat against the wall so he couldn’t see her, but still hear what she had to say, “What can I help you with?”

“Can I speak to Lucius, please?” She asked sweetly, waiting for the door to open more.

Rodolphus glanced over Lucius who was furiously shaking his head, “Uhh, I don’t think he wants to see you right now…you know, the whole bad luck thing.”

“Oh, that’s okay. We can just talk through the door, if you don’t mind leaving us, Rod.”

Rodolphus gave a slight nod and carefully stepped out of the room, making sure to keep Narcissa concealed as he exited, leaving it open just a crack for the couple to talk. Lucius moved to the door, making sure he kept his back to it as he heard Rodolphus whisper to Narcissa that she looked beautiful and a quiet “thank you” from Narcissa.

“Lucius?” He heard Narcissa say as Rodolphus' footsteps could barely be heard in the distance.

“Yes,” he answered almost shakily, his fears from earlier only enhancing due to his bride’s close proximity.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her manicured hand appear in the doorway holding a small black box, “I wanted to give this to you.”

He reached down and took the box from her, opening it to reveal two white gold cufflinks, both shaped like his house crest, the “M” in the centers were encrusted with tiny diamonds. They were beautiful!

“Do you like them?” He heard her whisper. She must have heard him open the box.

“I love them!” He said, eager to take off the plain ones he has been wearing to wear them. Once he successfully had them swapped, he reached his hand out the doorway, searching for hers to hold. “Thank you!”

“I just wanted to show you how grateful I am to be joining your family…” she began, her voice then got quieter and more unsure, “I promise I’ll be a good wife, Lucius.”

He squeezed her hand a little tighter, feeling some of his fears begin to melt away, “You don’t have to make any promises, Narcissa, because I already know you’ll be the perfect wife. You are so much more than I could have ever dreamed of and I promise you that I will wake up every day and try to be the best man I can be for you - from this day until my last. I love you…forever.”

“Forever,” she repeated as he brought her hand up and left a lingering kiss on the back of it.

———

“Dad?” Draco said, bringing Lucius back out of his thoughts.

“Oh…I’d say it went pretty well. I mean, you’re here, so it must have worked out.” Lucius teased with a small smirk, pulling the bow snug against his son’s neck.

Draco turned around and admired himself in the mirror. “Good thing it did work out. If you would have married someone else, I don’t think I would look this good,” he teased back, giving his own little smirk to his father in the mirror

Lucius couldn’t help but laugh and nod his head in agreement.

[happyandticklish]

It wasn't for the ask game I just love how you write him 🥰 but now I've seen there IS an ask game may I please have Stede for 🙈

🙈 -‘Tickled Silly’ Laughter

“What’s this?”

It was a fair question, though not one as easily answered. Ropes found their way crisscrossed over his chest, tugging in uncomfortable places and making movement of his left arm significantly more difficult than before. Some were wrapped around his thigh and seemed to have been placed there as a kind of support, instead serving only to slowly cut off circulation in his right leg.

Stede glanced up at the voice, flushing a tad at the embarrassing predicament. He hopped a little, waving with his free hand. “Oh, hello! I didn’t realize you were awake already.”

“Izzy wanted to discuss our ration selection—did we get invaded while I was with him?” Ed walked across the ship, giving him a skeptical glance-over. “Or did the crew decide to mutiny again? If so, I might have to give them some pointers on their rope work later. This is a mess, mate.”

“Ah, no, actually.” Stede leaned back against the mast of the ship, grunting a bit as the shift in weight caused the ropes to slide against him. “You see, I was thinking about how you probably missed a bit of that adventure from your old life—you know, all the wild twists and turns and the like. So I figured, why not throw a Fuckery of my own? A little theatrical performance to lighten things up.”

Ed raised a brow, amused and touched at the notion. Stede could be sweet when he wanted to, thoughtful in ways that always threw Ed off because he hadn’t been taught to expect it. “I see. And the ropes?”

“Well, you made it look rather easy when you pulled that whole fake flying stunt a while back, I thought I might give it a go.” Stede glanced up at the ropes, leading all the way up to crow’s nest where they were weakly tied around one of the wooden bars. “Things did not go exactly according to plan.”

“Yes, well, a good Fuckery is hard to pull off, and the ropes thing took me years of practice, I can’t believe you’d thought you’d manage it in one morning. And around your leg too! Jesus, Stede.” Ed kneeled down, managing to slide his fingers under the rope for leverage as he tugged. “It’s a wonder you’re getting any blood flow at this rate, what was your plan if no one woke up?”

Instead of being met with any kind of explanation (though Ed doubted he had one in the first place), Ed froze as Stede yelped, jerking his leg back as much as he could in his position. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Stede quickly shook his head, still a bit flushed, though that may have been the sun. “No, nothing of the sort. It just... well, your hand tickled a bit is all. It’s my fault, I should have mentioned I’m sensitive there before you started so you could have known to be careful.”

He spoke the words casually, despite his embarrassment, as though he weren’t revealing a crucial weakness to one of the most ruthless pirates in all of Europe. Ed smirked, ducking his head so Stede couldn’t see it. 

“You know, you really should learn to be less trusting.” Ed hooked his fingers once more, gently scratching against his thigh in an effort to help the rope come down. He grabbed onto his other thigh for support as he did, squeezing gently. “Otherwise people might take advantage of your faith.”

“W-Wait, Ed, it mmhmm, aha, t-tihickles!”

“Sorry mate, this is the only way for me to get it off. You’re just gonna have to bear through.”

Soft giggles trickled out of Stede, stifled and broken as he half-heartedly attempted to stop them. He twitched and squirmed underneath his fingers, unable to hold still, but unable to move away due to these damn ropes. It didn’t even tickle that bad, but the helplessness combined with that particular spot was making him giddy and anxious. Giggles turned into breathless laughter as he gripped Ed’s hair, the closest thing within reach, and pulled sharply. 

It worked in that the tickling paused for the briefest of moments as Ed grunted in annoyance, stopping only to reach up and pin Stede’s hand to his side so he could continue his work in peace. Completely pinned now, Stede couldn’t help but jerk his leg back every time Ed’s fingers got close, making his task almost impossible. 

“Stop squirming so much, I haven’t even done anything!”

“I’m trying but—Ed nononOHO!” 

“I hardly even grazed you, man.”

Stede let out a noise that could be classified by some as a whine. “Yes but it’s going to tickle, a lot, and you can hardly expect me to just sit still and take iHIHIT! Shit! Ahaha, E-Ed!” 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Ed glanced up at him, eyes twinkling with mischief. “I got a bit distracted there, mind repeating it for me?”

To his credit, Stede did try, but now that Ed was tickling in earnest, it was impossible to focus. He giggled wildly, shrieking whenever he would pinch unexpectedly into the skin. All he wanted to do was shrink down into a little ball on deck, but the ropes held him stubbornly upright and in the perfect line of attack for Ed’s hand. 

Stede was grateful for his pants, providing an added layer between Ed’s fingers and bare skin, but he hardly had time to be relieved over it while Ed’s nails were dancing so distractingly under the backs of his thighs. Stede nearly kicked Ed in the face for that, his laughter shrieking into silence instead. He scrabbled his legs over the deck to try to get away, a sight he was sure looked ridiculous, and he found himself grateful the rest of the crew hadn’t woken up yet. He doubted this would earn him any intimidation points amongst them, and he was already so low in the score there that he couldn’t take another hit. 

He hadn’t protested once, a fact Ed was quick to pick up on, though he chose not to comment on it—not now at least. It was still too soon for talk like that. 

So instead, he chose to dig his fingers into the apparently deathly ticklish spot on his inner thigh and try not to lose his mind over the way Stede’s face crinkled before falling open into mirth. 

It was a better gift than the Fuckery, anyway. 

-

Thank you so much for the ask, and for the kind words!! I’m finding that I really like writing Stede’s dialogue, so thank you for indulging me~

[game-set-canet]

The things I want to do

Pairing: Stefanos Tsitsipas x f!reader

Summary: Stefanos has been teasing you all day and now you want to show him that you of you can play this game and that you won't play fair either

category: teasing, sexual tension, happy couple

warnings: little bit smutish (+16) , teasing, sexual tension, hints of sexual activities

Author’s Note: first time writing this kind of imagine 🙈 the basic idea comes from song "Dirty Thoughts" by Chloe Adams

MY  M A S T E R L I S T

(not my photo! credits to the owner!)

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God, you love Stefanos’ hair.

You’ve always loved Stefanos’ hair. You love to run your fingers through his golden locks and to play with some of the strands of his flashy golden hair when lying in bed together. You think that he looks so beautiful with his hair framing his handsome face. Nothing - really nothing - can compare with this.

And while you think he’s the most beautiful with his hair down things are completely different when he ties his hair together.

The first time you saw him with a ponytail, you nearly cocked on your drink and in that moment you realised: you have a thing for Stef’s hair tied up in a ponytail or a man bum. Although it’s not only “a thing”; it’s worse: It’s like the hottest and sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. Seeing him with his hair tied up gets you in the mood really fast – it turns you on like nothing else.

And Stefanos knows it.

*** *** *** *** ***

For several days it has been almost unbearably hot and although the hotel room has air conditioning, the heat is stifling. But the heat never stopped Stefanos from participating in different tennis tournaments and right now he was in the middle of the preparation for another tournament.

“Will you join me on the trainings court?”, Stefanos is packing his tennis bag, getting ready for his daily practice.

You’re sitting on the big couch, Notebook in front of you and working a seminar paper for university: “No.”

“Why not? Yesterday you didn’t come either…don’t like my tennis anymore?”

“I love your tennis and you know that.”, you look at him over the top of your notebook and can't help grinning, “But it’s so hot outside that I rather spend my morning here – in the cool – with an air conditioning.”

You know he loves it when you visit his practise, when you sit on the bench right next to the court and watch him play – sometimes he even manages to convince you to play a little Tennis with him.

Your boyfriend raises an eyebrow and pouts: “So I’m losing against an air conditioning?”

“Yeah, looks like it. Sorry Tsitsipas, you can’t compete with that.”, you answer dryly, your eyes already focused on the book in your lap.

Silence.

“Well…since it’s SO hot outside…do you have any ideas which could help me getting through this practise today?”, Stefanos is now standing right in front of the couch, looking down at you expectantly - you don't get what he's up to, but his eyes sparkle mischievously.

You sigh softly and close your book and give Stefanos all your attention.

Your boyfriend grins at you while he begins to list different things: “Maybe I should bring more water…and I might need another layer of sunscreen…maybe I should bring the tanktop instead of the normal T-Shirt?”, Stefanos suddenly stops in his movement, his face lights up:  “Or no! I know what might help!”

Before you can even ask what he means, he suddenly has a hair band in his hand and brushes his hair out of his face with routine movements. Your breath hitches and you swallow hard. He’s doing it on purpose! He knows what it does to you!

All you can do is staring at his ponytail: “I know what you’re trying to do!”

“Well…is it working?”, he still grins at you, obviously pleased with the reaction he gets from you. He even titles the head a bit so you could see the ponytail a bit better! Bastard!

“…yes.”

The next second you were on your feet and wrap your arms around his neck, your lips brushing his jaw line. All you want are his hands on you and to get him out of this awful trainings’ outfit.

He bends down to kiss you properly – it’s a very passionate kiss full of tongue, full of hunger - but he breaks the kiss way too early and steps aways from you: “Too bad! Since you won’t join me and visit my practise I’m afraid I can’t help you now.”, he has a smug grin on his face.

“Stef, no you can’t be serious!”

“I’m dead serious, my love! You decide you don’t want to watch my practise and I decide I gonna wear my hair in a ponytail today…we all make our decisions and must live with the consequences.”

You’re very close to begging. Begging him to repeat the kiss, to continue what you started. But you know him. It would be pointless. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He planned to do this; he loves seeing you this way. He knows what he’s doing to you.

You grind your teeth and try to quash the feeling in your lower belly: “You’re the devil!”

“Yeah, but I’m a devil with tied up hair and therefore you want to get rid of my clothes and drag me back into the bed”, he has a teasing smile on the lips, “Or at least on this couch.”

His words don’t help to shoo away your need and lust.

And of course he left for practise. With the ponytail.

He event sent you a photo from the court: Stefanos covered in sweat and with the ponytail.

This man will be the death of you.

*** *** *** *** ***

You swore revenge.

And just a few hours later you had the opportunity to do so.

Stefanos had practise in the morning, a physio session in the early afternoon and an interview later in the afternoon. Between the different appointments you kept meeting and Stefanos was teasing you all the time with your reaction back in the morning.

Which left you a little ashamed but mostly frustrated – sexual frustrated.

But as soon as Stefanos was out of the hotel room door for his interview a little plan was forming in your head.

*** *** *** *** ***

Some minutes later and some kilometres away at the Tennis facility Stefanos is getting ready for his interview.

They’ll start in about 15 minutes and Stefanos wanted to exchange a few words with the cameraman and inquire about his camera as he feels his smartphone vibrating in his pocket.

There’s a number of messages on his display, but one particular message catches his attention - it's from you: »How long will your interview take?«

Stefanos immediately replies: »About three hours. Why?«

»Because I have dirty thoughts about you, and they get worse since I’m without you…« your message makes his face heat up.

He’s a little surprised because this isn't like you, but he can't help typing an answer with little trembling fingers (while the first images are playing in his head): »What thoughts?«

He tries to take a deep breath, tries to get his mind straight but he’s failing as he reads your next text: »I won’t tell you. Just hurry up and get back in the hotel!« he swallows and brushes a strand of hair behind his right ear frantically - all the thoughts and images he had in his head now, he definitely shouldn't have them - this wasn't the right moment for that.

And even if he doesn't want to admit it, his pants are getting tighter at a certain place. He was teasing you all day and the truth was: he wanted nothing more than to turn the plan you had into reality.

A second message from you draws his attention back to the smartphone in his hand: »but I can tell you: it involves you, me, your pretty hair in a ponytail and less clothes. no. actually: no clothes.«

He tries to keep a straight face, trying not to show where his thoughts are (or where large part of his blood is flowing to): »I know what you’re trying to do«

»And I know it’s working«

Stefanos stares at your message and suppresses a curse while texting back: »How am I supposed to focus on an interview now?«

»That’s not my problem«

Stefanos knows that you want to provoke him and that you want to repay him for teasing you in the morning. But this wasn’t the right time for such things, so he takes it upon himself not to respond.

It turns out he doesn't have to, because you send another message: »You shouldn’t only worry about your interview, but also that I don’t get started without you«

Stefanos bites his lower lip to suppress a soft groan.

*** *** *** *** ***

Two hours later you get a new message from Stefanos: »I’m almost at the hotel«

A smirk settles on your lips as you answer: »I thought the interview was supposed to last three hours?« you know perfectly well that Stefanos won't fall for your innocent words after what you texted him right before his interview – but after this morning you wanted to show him that you of you can play this game and that you won't play fair either.

»Well, I did what you told me: I hurried!«

Just a few minutes later you hear the hotel room door being unlocked and a little later Stefanos is standing a few meters away from the couch.

“So?”, your boyfriends looks down at you, the face a little red from the heat outside and maybe because some certain thoughts he has.

“So?”, you echo him and raise your eyebrow – trying not to show him that you’re thinking of the exact same thing as he.

You look at each other.

The air is tense, you can almost see the sparks flying.

You sigh quietly and let yourself fall back on the couch until you're sprawled out without breaking the eye contact.

You see Stefanos swallow before he finally begins to speak – his voice’s a bit hoarse: “Soooo…what thoughts?”  

Your eyes are roaming over him: from his legs to his thighs, to his hips, to his broad shoulders, to the golden hair framing his face - he looks beautiful. But beauty isn’t what you want from him now.

You slowly bit your lip, looking at him from under the eyelashes: “I already texted you that I won’t tell you!”, you stretch out even further on the couch, arching your back while doing so - it's like an invitation.

And Stefanos understands it.

With two big steps he's right in front of the couch: “Alright!”, he pulls a hair band out of his pants pocket and ties his hair with a quick hand movement, “Then show me!”

God, you love Stefanos’ hair.

[yuriko-mukami]

((Please, give me some Rukiko fluff 😤

How about... 🤔 The two were invited by Karlheinz to a ball and are getting ready for it together. Yuriko helps Ruki to tie his tie. And then they practice a few dance steps in their room as the moonlight shines on them. 🥺🙏🏻))

(( Of course, honey~ You can always ask for fluff… or any other kind of Rukiko story/scene of your liking~ Also, thank you for this ask. I totally was in the mood to write something fluffy and romantic 🥰

Here is the dress. I’m ashamed to admit that I used a good amount of this day only to choose it… 🙈 I do hope that Ruki is satisfied with the choice. 

Getting Ready Together

Moonlight painted the front yard of the Mukami manor with silvery tones as Yuriko squeezed the window frame slightly, her heart bouncing toward her throat as the fact started to sink in. Was she truly ready for this?

The invitation arrived a couple of weeks ago. Seeing a bat familiar carrying a letter wasn’t anything big these days, more like it always reminded Yuriko of the first letter Ruki had sent her. That too had made her heart skip a beat but for a very different reason. Back then she had been flustered; now her body was made of tingling nerves.

This was Karlheinz. The vampire king who Yuriko had met once before. A beautiful yet intimidating man; there was something scary in his aura and scent. He made the alarm bells in Yuriko’s mind ring loudly. Yet she knew that this man was a very important person for Ruki, and Yuriko was grateful to him too. Without Karlheinz, she couldn’t have met the love of her life. No matter how afraid of the man she was, she respected him at least for that fact. 

And that meant Yuriko shouldn’t fail tonight. She had to be on her best, stand on Ruki’s side, and…show that she was worth being there.

“Umh… of course… I’m nervous. I… I want everything to go smoothly…”

I don’t want to ruin this for you. I want Karlheinz-sama to see that I’m suitable to be with you…

But those words never left Yuriko’s mouth. She felt cold fingers on her bare shoulders. They sent shivers through her and covered her with goosebumps for a moment before she turned around and met a concerned steel-blue gaze that measured her from head to toe.

Suddenly Yuriko was painfully aware that she hadn’t worn this kind of dress before. It felt so official. The wide and light hem was tickling her ankles, almost touching her toes, making her wonder if she truly could dance in it without stumbling on her own feet. Or Ruki’s. That would be so embarrassing! 

Ruki took his time fixing the straps of the dress carefully, his fingers passing over the slightly faded bite marks on Yuriko’s shoulders. The mere thought that everyone could see those made her cheeks burn but maybe the eyes wouldn’t be fixated on her skin when she was wearing something this beautiful. The light blue color of the dress went perfectly together with the sky-blue tips of her hair and the leaf ornament of the top part made her think about a dream forest.

“Umh… beautiful...? Really?” 

Ruki’s compliment only made Yuriko’s cheeks flare even more. She shifted a little, pondering how she could pull through tonight.

Okay, focus… focus… It’s not that difficult. You don’t need to talk much. Just stay with Ruki and keep your distance from other vampires. Smile a lot and let him lead while dancing. That’s it.

Glancing at Ruki, Yuriko couldn’t hide her smile. He looked good, as usual, but seeing him in a suit still caused a tiny jolt in her. When he leaned in for pecking her lips, her fingertips ached to grab the collar of his blazer and press herself closer for a deeper kiss, the kind that would swipe feed under them both… but Yuriko knew that this was not a time for such a kiss, so she simply sighed and sniffed slightly, bathing for a moment in the pleasant musky scent that surrounded her.

“You are… umh… still missing your tie,” Yuriko noticed, tugging the collar of Ruki’s shirt hastily. She hoped it wasn’t too obvious that she waited for the moment they could get back home more than the ball itself. “Yes… yes, Master. I can help you with it.”

Fingers quivering, Yuriko took the black tie. She stepped closer to Ruki again. Lifting his collar a little, she placed the tie and measured it carefully before starting to tie it. The musky scent if Ruki's was a bit stronger in her nose, luring her in but she did her best to resist its calling. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted. Focusing as well as she could, her small fingers worked, fastening the tie for Ruki. When she was ready, he put his hand on hers, and slowly they pushed the knot a bit further up together. 

Somehow the way he uses his school uniform’s tie intrigues me more… but this looks good too. So formal…

“I… I… fear that I misstep or something like that. I know we practiced dancing but it still isn’t my strong suit… and there are so many people there and I’m nothing —”

A finger sealed shivering lips. Ruki leaned in, his mouth brushing Yuriko’s earlobe as he whispered directly into her ear, the tone of his voice making her tremble inside. Tiny waves sailed through her body as the words embraced her.

“You… you would review the steps with me…?”

As soon as the sentence left Yuriko’s lips, Ruki enveloped his arm around her waist, taking her left hand into his right one in the dim bedroom. Swallowing, Yuriko lifted her right arm, placing her hand on Ruki’s shoulder.

The steel-blue eyes caught the teal ones, hand holding another ever-so-gently as Ruki took the first step. Yuriko gasped but her feet followed instinctively. The swaying movement took over; it was surprisingly easy simply to let Ruki lead, surrender to the rhythm, and drown in his eyes while doing so as if there wasn’t anything else in the world than they and this moment.

Ruki guided them near the window, slightly bending Yuriko backward. The moonlight brushed her face as he swayed her back up into his embrace. Bluish silver washed over everything when cold hands suddenly cupped her cheeks and tender lips conquered hers.

“Umh… yes, I think I’m ready…” Yuriko whispered against Ruki’s mouth. But I’ll look forward to the moment you bring me back to this room and I can have you all for myself…

(( I hope you liked this... I really don't know how well I was able to write it... but now my only regret is that I don't have a drawing of them dancing in the moonlight. They would look so good!

[shinaus]

can i please request sero getting a haircut (the one we all wish he had) and y/n getting called out for staring at him 🙈

SERO UNDERCUT FUCKING RISE!!!!! RISE I SAY!!!!! the fact this has sat in my requests while i've become a huge simp for him is almost too good - so watch me get far too self indulgent with this

you’re staring - sero hanta

Walking his way back up to the dorms his class resides in, Sero can't help but notice the way the wind tickles at the back of his neck. Having had longer hair almost his entire life, he wonders who it was that managed to somehow convince him to get rid of it. Not only that, but only have hair on the top of his head fully now. An undercut.

It felt so odd, unfamiliar, to not have his hair where it belonged - over time becoming almost like a comfort to him that he wasn't aware of. Though it does feel nice to have a change in style, running his hands through it seems to have taken over as his new comfort for now.

The second he walks back into the common room where his classmates are however, he’s practically hounded. Each person as in shock as the next as they look at his new cut, asking plenty of questions alongside their stares which he does his best to answer. One thing, or person rather, that he notices doesn’t come up to him is you. Sat on the arm of the furthest away couch, your eyes are practically boring into him - mainly his face.

Both of you have gotten pretty close over the course of the year, friends even going so far as saying you’re crushing on each other, but Sero sees no need to put a label on anything. The time he gets to spend with you he always enjoys, your company brining him happiness or comfort when he doesn’t realise he needs it most. However, recently he’d come to realise that you wouldn’t often be able to hold eye contact with him, so having your full attention is something he’s decided to revel in a little more.

He sifts through the now crowd forming in the room and heads straight to you, nobody else ending up following behind. Now eye level with you, he can’t help but smile triumphantly to himself when he realises you’ve started blushing upon being caught out. “You’re staring Y/N..” he whispers, being ever the gentleman and not wanting to embarrass you in front of anyone. “Do you not like it?”

Now - he didn’t really intend on teasing you. It’s just that he knows the kind of reaction you would give to it especially in a situation such as this, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t find you getting all shy or flushed adorable. Which is what he gets, your face growing even redder as you cover it with your hands. 

“I-I really like it!” you suddenly blurt out, catching him off guard a bit but his smile only widens. Once he’s aware everyone else’s attention is diverted, he moves his hands up to take yours away from your face. The look you give him is still one of complete shyness, making him wonder how possible it is for his heart to just go ahead and melt.

Hoping to reassure you more, he gives your hands a squeeze before releasing them. “Well I’m glad you do” he tells you, watching as you eventually lose the blush that covered your cheeks and even the tips of your ears. “Might even keep it like this if you do that much”. Ever the tease again, the blush comes right back as he moves to pull you properly onto the couch and sit beside him. 

- ʰᵉʰᵉ

Lying with you in his bed, he realises how content he feels to spend time alone with you. It becomes apparent to him that your confidence grows in these kind of situations, so he’s never opposed to hanging out together.

Right now is no exception, as his arms are wrapped securely around your torso and your hands are aimlessly raking through his hair. Even with the scene that unfolded surrounded by your classmates, he was a little disappointed that you hadn’t made a point to touch his hair. It relaxes him a lot - especially when you do it. So you better believe the first thing he did when you got there was ask to lie down with him and lean his head slyly towards yours. 

“It feels nice like this..” you mumble mostly to yourself, but realising he heard it when another smile breaks onto his face. After a while his eyes usually close, so to be able to properly look at him as you compliment the new hairstyle does unmentionable things to your heart. Your hands now make it to the back of his head which has been shaved down pretty short, almost petting his head as you get used to the feeling.

What you certainly don’t miss is the way he all but purrs in your ear, realising he’s enjoying what you’re doing so you make no point to stop. Without being aware of how much time passes, you end up spending the night there for the first time. Sero became determined to spend more time with you so you could play with his hair, and who were you to deny him?

In return you got the same treatment you were given, as well as small circles being drawn on your lower back as his more affectionate side came out more over time. Eventually you both fall asleep in each others arms, happy with the new change in the brunette’s appearance and development on whatever the both of you would consider what you are.  

[rosyandraw]

WHITE LEATHER PANTS!!!!!!! That's my new name🍦 Hi, how are you? holy shit you blew my mind with this one 🤯🤯🤯🤯 Ancel would look regal in the most slutty sexy way ever but if you are doubting between black or white.... Why not both? Hahaha

I have sooo much to say... but lets start with the easy part 😝 and thank you for your kind and lovely words about my silly instagrams Haha so I'm happy you liked it 💖 I made Auguste's and few post more but I didn't want to look crazy the other day 🙈 but here it is if you would like to see it.

Having say that now I'm like should keeping giving here my Berancel headcanons or should I scream at ger about the new chapter? Well It's not like I have so much to say you left me speechless.... I'm beyond words, actually I'm already calling the ambulance 🚑 because the angst that I feel It's about to come 💀💀💀 wish me luck so I don't die. I can't even gossip with you about how hot and cute they are after what happen. HOLY SHIIT!! DAMEN you better have a reason or I'm taking that big dick off 🔪

And It's not like I can start to talk about Berry and Ancel to chill out because after what you told me about Berenger being "very particular" and that their sex isn't going to be what Ancel and us would expect? Pffff I can't wait. 🥺

My new hc for them are: Of course we know they all came from rich families and I love how you keep them as part of their royal country but that you changed Damen and Auguste so they are not futures kings, it's so original and also probable after so many generations but what if Berenger still is the Lord of Varenne? Like the only one who keeps his canon title.. I can see him telling Parsins that "It's 2021 he doesn't have to call him my Lord anymore and Parsins being like of course my Lord...." Haha okay all of this was because I feel like Berry has this old money vibe but Ancel had only see his ugly clothes so he's completely blind to all that big 'I am a Lord' energy 🤣😂

I think he has like his original family mansion 🏰 in Varenne and he drives an Aston Martin 🇬🇧(all of this beacuse I feel like while in canon Vere is kinda France and Akielos is kinda Greece/Rome, Varenne and Berenger were very British/English.. what do you think?) That's why I give him a classic fancy car but a very "practical" one? Like I imagine he has a car collection but he doesn't drive his Ferraris or a Jaguar to work because that's impractical. And an Aston Martin sound more old money to me than idk an Audi or a Tesla? 🤣 Okay enough about cars.

For Ancel I keep forgeting to ask you if he uses "women" clothes? I totally imagine him thinking clothes has no gender so he's using high heels 👠 boots, dresses 👗 skirts, long painted nails💅 lipsticks💄💋 make up, handbags👜 LINGERIE!! all the time... And of course he likes his hair to be really long, shiny and silky 🚨 I'm gonna get kinky I'm sorry people 🚨 what if he descorvers he has a lil feminization kink ? Maybe sometimes Berenger calls Ancel his beautiful wife, or ask him if his pussy is wet 🙈👀🥵🤭😏😈🔥💦👉🏼👈🏼 Uhuh and I think he watchs the horniest kinkiest anime hahaha but in secret

Ps: NMFY is soooo amazing 💞💞 I'm loving it more and more with every chapter you post.. their dynamic and the plot are so good, fun, sexy and now intriguing... So please write all the fics you want I definetely would be here. All of this without mentioning that I just found out Deliver is also yours and WOW that's one Is one of my fandom favorite 😳 you bet I'm reading it again right now so I can come later to gossip all about it with you 😍😍😍😍😍

TRUE both will probably make an appearance at some point tbh!

I’m good my lovely, hanging out my arse today because I’m too old for mid-week drinking 🙃 How are you? (I got long too so soz for the cut)

No thank YOU for them, honestly, I love them so much and I really appreciate you taking the time to do it, and I LOVE Auguste’s insta… it’s actually perfect!! And the Damen one LMAO so Damen. Thirst trap all day long that boy 😂😂

Haha thanks lovely! I’m glad you liked it? Yeah, ngl there is a bit of angst ahead, I think. LMAO I don’t even blame you, if he doesn’t have a good explanation I think a lot of people will be coming for him so… best starting digging his way out of that hole

Yes! I am quite excited because no lie I didn’t intend for what is happening with Berencel but it just kind of did and now I can’t undo it in my head so that’s how it’s going to be.

I love that so much! But Berenger isn’t a lord, he’s very rich and its old money but he’s not titled because Ancel and Laurent would know him if he was. It’s a very close circle so I don’t think he’s going to have a title. Because that also plays into it later, I promise haha I have a point with it!

Honestly in this particular AU it’s all based on the English gentry because I am English and lazy and also a historian so I just stuck with what I knew and bent what I needed to haha. So yes to the English thing hahaha. Honestly I like Bentley or a Rolls Royce, something that says old old. Berenger is absolutely not cool enough or arsed enough for a Ferrari or Tesla lmao… but Ancel is… if only someone would buy him one 👀👀👀

I LOVE THIS! Yes! Absolutely! Ancel is very androgynous, he uses he/him but he’s very fluid, I’m thinking lingerie, panties, heels for sure, all of his jeans are marketed at women, crop tops until the sun goes down. His wardrobe is a mix for sure! Yes love the feminisation kink 🔥🔥 that’ll have to make an appearance because i have a soft spot for the whole princess thing i WILL NOT LIE (i have a new fic coming and that features quite heavily lmao so if you're into that haha)

THANK YOU SO MUCH 💕. I love our little chats, they honestly make my day and I appreciate you talking Berencel with me! OMG yes that was me haha, might have to do a Christmas sequel to Deliver hahaha

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