#trey pucker

[masoncarr2244]

[xx-lemon-drop-xx]

How would NRC (only 18+ characters) react to their fem s/o texting them "Come here, I'm horny"?

I'm so sorry these are so short. Your girls getting a bit burnt out as of late for some reason. Anyways, I hope you like them <33

Warnings: MDNI, fem reader, suggestive but not really smutty, mentions of boners.

Request: Yes.

Words: 1,130.

Trey Clover

Trey was working on frosting a cake with Riddle when he received the text from you. And thankfully Riddle was short because he damn near choked at the message. A blunt, “Come. I'm horny." Was all you had sent.

However, catering to your needs, he let Riddle know something important had come up and he had to go tend to a leak in your roof. Riddle of course sensing the urgency had nodded with a simple; “Go, I can manage the frosting." Trey felt no remorse for fibbing to his friend and dorm leader, and went off to find you at Ramshackle.

Entering the broken down household he smiled gingerly over at you. "You needed me, peach? Go and lay back on the bed. I'll take care of you."

Cater Diamond

Cater was at the Light Music club when you texted him, and just in case it was urgent or some spicy drama from magicam had checked his phone right away. It was spicy, just in a way he hadn't thought it'd be. His face slowly flushed a red, gaining the attention of Kalim, who had asked if he was okay.

Cater cleared his throat, nodding. “Uh… Yes! Ah haha, I'm okay! Sorry, I just got distracted there for a minute.” While Kalim was none the wiser, the old fae on the other hand, was.

After he finished the club Cater quickly made his way to your dorm, shoving open your door he crawled over you, leaning down to press a searing kiss against you. “Hahh.. Babydoll, you can't just text me like that out of the blue!”

Leona Kingscholar

You really think this man was anywhere but napping?

He was less than amused to stir awake from his phone going off, alerting him of a text message. And for a moment he wasn't going to even answer it, rather he'd just roll over and go back to bed but something prompted him to pick up that phone and boy was he glad he did.

A smirk formed across his face and he texted back a simple “Omw" before rolling out of bed, hair messy and clothes disheveled before making his way to your dorm. He was there in record time, falling across your bed and grasping your hips to make you straddle him. Yeah, some pussy was definitely better than sleeping.

“Feeling like a whore? Then sit on this cock and take it like a good girl."

Vil Schoenheit

He was at a photoshoot when you texted him. He'd frowned slightly at your blunt order but underneath was particularly amused. His little potato needed him?

"You're going to have to wait, lovely. Photoshoot is almost over.” He could almost feel the way your lips puckered into a pout on the other side of the phone as he got back into position for another photo after his short break. Thirty minutes later he was leaving the photoshoot.

And fifty minutes later he was coming into your dorm room, sliding off his shoes and over coat before leaning over you on the bed, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. “I'm sorry for being so long. Let me make it up to you, potato.” He dragged your hand up his leg onto the crotch of his pants, before moving to straddle you.

Rook Hunt

Was enjoying nature up in a tree when his phone buzzed in his pocket. On pulling it out and seeing your text message, you received back a slur of French, with a few heart Emojis after them. “English, Rook." His lips quirked at your sass. “On my way as we speak, Mon amour." He texted back, pocketing his phone before climbing down the tree.

Fast on his feet and in the area, Rook arrived at Ramshackle within five minutes. He hung his coat on the coat wrack and took off his shoes before padding up to your room.

“My petite amour, I have arrived.” He cupped your face, pressing light kisses against your chin and jaw. "Do tell me which part of me you crave first, Mon lapin.”

Idia Shroud

Thankfully Idia was in his room like always when he received your text. Instant red face. (And instant Idia jr peaking up but we don't talk about that) Almost thought you were tweaking or had text the wrong person, despite being your lover. However after getting his shit together he texts you back.

“Can you come here? I.. Might be in a predicament where I am unable to leave my room for a while."

When you came to his dorm instead of the other way around he had a pillow over his lap and his face and hair were both a light red in color. Grasping onto the pillow you pulled it off and crawled onto his bed after shutting and locking his door. Idia’s hands found purchase on your hips, pulling you down to straddle him. “Eheheh.. You have no idea how long I've waited for this." He grinned against your throat, before biting down on your shoulder to leave a hickey.

Malleus Draconia

Remains stone faced despite the very obvious tent rising in his trousers. If his tail were to be out it would've been wagging in slight excitement. Out of everyone, you might just be the only person to be able to boss around and command the prince of briar valley.

“You wish to mate with me? I will be over immediately, child of man." It takes him a moment to answer you. Not because he didn't see the message but because he still doesn't know how to use a phone that well still. Please be patient, he is very happy.

Appears outside your dorm as soon as he texts you back, eagerly knocking on your door in a beckon for you to let him in. As soon as you open the door he is grabbing you by the hips, guiding you against him. “My dearest peony, do feel free to seek me out everytime you have these feelings. I will be more than obliged to assist you.”

Lilia Vanrogue

Doesn't even answer your message. He was in history and then all of a sudden he was floating upside down in front of you. An amused look was on his face though despite the little grin his eyes were foggy with lust.

“Oh my what do we have here? Couldn't even keep your hands out of your panties in the short time it took me to get here? Fufufu~ let's have a look now, hmm?"

Lilia eagerly slots himself between your legs like he's always belonged there, nibbling and nipping at your legs as he makes his way up. “You taste exquisite, and I haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”

[strawberrygummiess]

the nutcracker.

everyone x gender neutral!reader chapter one: the party |chapter two 3.5k words cross-posted on ao3 "The Nutcracker's face looks familiar, despite not fitting the description of any of your friends. You keep staring at its face, trying to determine who it looks like, but you keep coming up empty. You purse your lips, running through the people you’ve met in Twisted Wonderland. You even hold the Nutcracker up, spinning it across the room to compare it to your guests,"

When the excitement of Winter Break came to a head you were hit with a wave of homesickness unable to be quelled by any of your usual coping mechanisms. At first, you attributed it to the seasonal depression, and then the inevitable loneliness of an empty campus, soon it became apparent that you were missing your traditions for this time of year.

So, the weekend before students left for break, you decided to hold a Christmas party.

You expect prep work: making Ramshackle as presentable as possible in its current state, prepping enough food to keep Grim satisfied for at least an hour (without donations, there was no way you could afford to feed the partygoers and Grim all night, but you knew they’d understand), and scrambling enough craft supplies together to make DIY Christmas decorations.

At first, you only mentioned it to your freshmen. It would be a casual get-together where you could share your culture with them, cook them a meal, and exchange gifts with one another before they went off to break. Hosting a group of five and a Grim wasn’t impossible, if maybe a little tight on the bank.

Until the news spread across campus.

It was Deuce who let it slip first. During a study session, he mentioned your party absentmindedly to Trey and Cater. And from there it was only a matter of time before Riddle knew. You were ready to be annoyed, already trying to stretch your budget to accommodate your guests, but seeing Deuce’s remorseful face, you couldn’t be mad for very long. “A few more guests, especially as polite as they were, wouldn’t be too bad,” you thought, already brewing up a plan to put Trey to work. A group of eight and a Grim could work if you were smart about where your funds went.

Sebek was next to ruin your plans. You brought the freshmen together, begging them not to let anyone else know about your party unless they planned on contributing to the cause. From there you spied Sebek’s puckered face, torn between the urge to defend himself or to stay quiet to avoid your lecture. You were hoping to be wrong about your suspicions, but when Lilia approached you happily about attending your party, you knew it was too late to rescind the invite, lest you face Malleus’ wrath.

You don’t know when Epel and Jack told their respective housewardens, however, they made it very clear they were offended by your lack of direct invitation (although Leona continued to emphasize that he wasn’t going regardless). By then you were hoping that would be the end of unexpected guests, and you could progress with prepping for triple the amount of your original guest list.

One cannot utter the word “party” without Kalim hearing it. Honestly, you were surprised he hadn’t heard earlier. That day Kalim volunteered (and voluntold Jamil) his help and support. And while you were nervous about how out-of-control your get-together had gotten, you were excited to have an appropriate amount of food to feed your guests.

You knew Azul was annoyed about being out of the loop for so long, complaining it was bad for business to be “so behind the times” even if he regarded you with such an extreme level of politeness. Any explanation you tried to throw in was quickly waved away with a proposal to work your party for a small sum. If you couldn’t afford to host five students, you absolutely could not afford to pay Azul’s high prices. And you were keen on keeping your house for the entire winter break. Eventually, you convinced him that the party would be a prime networking opportunity, persuading him to just attend normally.

If there was anyone you could count on not attending your party, it was Idia. While you were scrounging together supplies at Sam’s, Ortho asked about the party. After explaining how your intimate get-together had spiraled out of control, Ortho had excitedly confirmed his arrival, much to Idia’s displeasure. You supposed you had jumped the gun too early on counting him out.

Finally, you added everyone to a group chat and announced the party. “The cat’s out of the bag!” You opened sarcastically. Everyone had invited themselves over at this point, you were only fulfilling formalities (and trying to prevent guests from arriving several hours too early). “6 PM, Friday the 20th. Try not to be late.”

--

While most students were readying to leave for winter break, you were stuck prepping Ramshackle for a party quadruple the size you originally planned for. What was originally a homey set of décor and menu, now looked exponentially sadder than you were comfortable presenting. You weren’t sure what to make Grim do, scared he’d light your kitchen on fire or destroy even more of your already pathetic Charlie Brown-style Christmas tree. Luckily, the ghosts of Ramshackle were handling most of the decorating while you cleaned the floors. But you know he couldn’t stay in the same spot on your couch, snoozing away until dinner is served.

“Okay Grim,” You start, approaching him with a rag in hand, “I need to finish cooking, or else our party guests won’t have anything to eat-“

“Or me!”

“Yes, or you,” You roll your eyes. “So, I need you to please finish tidying up the house before our guests arrive. Please,” You hand him your dirty wag and wave him off, quickly running to the kitchen to check on the food you started. It was 5 pm when your first guests arrived. Flustered, you rushed to let the members of Heartslabyul in.

“I think you misread the time!” You said, taking dishes from Trey’s hands to place in the kitchen. “The party doesn’t start for another hour!”

“We figured you needed the help,” Ace grinned, taking in the half-decorated room and Grim’s lazy figure, still curled up in a ball with the cleaning rag laid on top of him as a makeshift blanket. “And we were right. Without us, you won’t get anything done, Prefect,”

Before you can argue, everyone is helping. Trey has taken over your kitchen, Deuce and Cater are assisting the Ghosts with finishing the decor, and Riddle and Ace are adding magical touches to your twig/Christmas tree.

Once it’s closer to the party start time, more people begin to arrive. Jamil and Kalim show up at 5:30. Jamil runs to the kitchen as soon as you open the door, leaving Kalim to shower you with an abundance of gifts, hugs, and happy kisses on your cheeks. Vil, Epel, and Rook show up at 5:50, each with a hostess gift in hand. Azul and Jade show up at 6 on the dot, claiming Floyd is waiting to be fashionably late. They too, hand you a gift, but you find yourself reluctant to take it.

Jack arrives on his own, annoyed at Leona and Ruggie’s tardiness. You playfully remind him that he’s arrived 30 minutes after the start time, and he wags his tail in embarrassment before entering. Floyd waltzes in closely behind him, wrapping you in a hug so tight you squeak in surprise. Diasomnia arrives shortly after, Silver apologizing profusely for their tardiness while Lilia attempts to shove Tupperware into your hands. Sebek quickly grabs the offensive concoction and throws it onto your lawn, much to your annoyance. Malleus is practically buzzing with excitement as he enters Ramshackle.

The last of your guests arrive at 7. Leona and Ruggie stroll in (Ruggie is carrying the now empty Tupperware inside, keen on taking leftovers home) handing you a hostess gift more expensive than useful to you. Idia is tumbling in after him, being shoved by Ortho. You breathe a sigh of relief as you get ready to serve

The chattering fills your living room. You’ve long scrapped the idea of a “formal” dinner setting, your dining room table too small to house twenty-three people, and a gluttonous cat, opting to feed everyone “buffet-style” instead. Dishes were set on any clear surface area, from the coffee table to your kitchen counter. Some of them are yours, most donated by Jamil and Trey. And all of them were quickly being eaten by Grim.

“C’mon Grim!” Ace whined, swatting away the mischievous cat’s paw from his plate. Deuce juggled a cup and plate in one hand, and an irate cat in the other, looking to you for support. “Don’t be greedy!”

Grim hisses in frustration. “I’m hungry and you took the last samosa! I wanted that! It’s so yummy and warm,” Grim leaps from his place in Deuce’s arms, forcing him to spill his drink on the floor, and runs to you, pressing his face into your leg, feigning affection.

“Hench-human,” He purrs circling and nuzzling your legs. “Please ask Jamil to make me more samosas!”

“No.”

“But it’s Christmas!”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him out of the way. “Let me clean that up, Deuce. If you guys could just keep Grim from eating anything else,” You quickly excused yourself from the buffet line, moving into the kitchen.

Trey was nursing a cup, leaning against the kitchen counter watching the oven. Jamil stood beside him, engaging in polite conversation. Trey waved at you when you walked in.

“I thought the kitchen was closed,” you remarked, opening a cabinet to grab a towel. “What are you cooking?”

“I figured I’d make a ‘Christmas cake’” Trey said. “It’s a Yule log- well it will be a Yule log. Right now, it’s just a sponge cake.”

“I’m taking my holiday break,” Jamil says flatly, sipping from his cup. “Kalim is occupied with dinner and the Pop Music Club. I can afford to be away from the party for a few minutes,”

“Well, if you haven’t eaten yet, you both better be sure to grab yourself a plate, Grim is halfway through the buffet, with no signs of stopping,” You wave them goodbye, quickly exiting before they can request food from you.

When you return to the buffet line, Ace, Deuce, and Grim are gone. You huff in annoyance before quickly cleaning the puddle Deuce left behind. If you worked quickly, it wouldn’t leave a sticky patch on your floor.

“Child of Man, you shouldn’t clean a mess you didn’t make,”

“If I don’t, Tsunotaro, no one will,” You look up at Malleus with a grin. He still looks elated, positively glowing with happiness. “How are you enjoying yourself? Party to your liking?”

“Absolutely delightful. I even find myself enjoying the company of the more… audacious students,”

Leona.

“Well, I hope you continue to enjoy yourself. Sorry- I’m a bit stretched thin tonight. I’ll see you again, promise,” you finish cleaning the puddle and extend your hand, pinkie outstretched. He linked his with yours, and you shake on it, before quickly excusing yourself to talk to more guests.

You find Leona on your couch, languidly lounging across the entire sofa. Ruggie is perched in the small space he left, packing leftovers. He makes little quips to Leona, occasionally prompting a few grunts of acknowledgment. Vil is in one of your loveseats, tsking at everything Leona says and does, judgmental stare lasering in on the indolent lion. Rook sat idly on the arm of the loveseat, observing the scene unfold in front of him.

“Ah, bonsoir Mon Filou,” Rook greets you, prompting the group to acknowledge you. “We are having a wonderful time. Come sit with us!” Vil gestures for Leona to sit up, and to your surprise, he does. Ruggie snickers, teasingly signaling you to sit down where Leona’s head was.

“It’s okay, I’m making rounds- “Leona promptly plops back down. “Besides I think I need to find Grim. Everyone’s been enjoying themselves too much,”

“I know I am. I’ve got a ton of delicious food to take back home!”

(You try to ignore how the leftovers were supposed to be for you.)

“It’s a delightful party. You’ve done a great job on short notice- “Another grunt of approval comes from Leona. “But if you’re looking for Grim, I think I saw him bothering Riddle,” Vil says, gesturing to the other end of the room. You turn, spying the Octotrio, Riddle, and Grim huddled in a corner. You thank Vil and quickly excuse yourself to diffuse the situation. “And if you see Epel, send him over! Last I saw him he was stuffing his face with all carbs no vegetables!”

Grim is quick to yowl when he sees you, struggling in Floyd’s grip. Riddle gives you a helpless glance, silently begging you to save him.

“Ah, Prefect, perfect that you’ve come by,” Azul turns to face you with a polite smile. Floyd quickly drops Grim, and before you can grab him, he runs between your legs. You notice Riddle inching away from the group, also looking for a quick exit.

“Shrimpy!” Floyd exaggerates the “y”, quickly grabbing you now that his hands are empty. “Let’s see if you squeak again if I squeeze this much!”  On cue, Floyd envelopes you in a bear hug, pressing your chest into his. His fists lock in the middle of your back and push, increasing the pressure until you hear a series of cracks emanating from your body.

“Okay! Uncle! Floyd!” You squirm around in his hold, trying to escape the pressure on your back. You eye Azul and Jade, hoping they’ll call Floyd off, but they only giggle at your pain. Riddle is long gone at this point.

“Alright that’s enough Floyd,” Azul gently pushes Floyd off you, and you grimace at the soreness on your back. The bruise on your back was bound to be painful. “We need the Prefect in perfect health,”

“Or not. If you’re feeling sore, we could always finish hosting for you,” Jade runs a hand up your back. What was supposed to be a soothing gesture only burns in pain when he reaches the sore spot. “For a small fee, of course,”

“You must be enjoying yourselves if you feel like you need to invest in the party,” you say rubbing the sore spot. “But I’ll pass. Everyone’s going to want to leave for break early tomorrow morning, I can’t imagine people will be staying for much longer,”

Jade tsks, before smiling again. “We’ll be here all break, do stop by for tea. You can teach us more about Christmas,”

You give him a nod, leaving quickly before they try to coerce you into a shady deal, or before Floyd gives you another squeeze.

--

It was shocking how well Grim could hide.

Every time you greeted a guest, you’d ask if they had seen him. Usually, it was the buffet line. But he was nowhere to be found every time. You thought by now he’d be unafraid of Floyd (and Idia, who unhappily sulked in a corner waiting to find an opportunity to sneak away). Originally, you thought it was nice to be away from his chaos, but the longer he was away, the more likely he was creating chaos somewhere else on campus.

You were leaning against the wall, scanning the room for your plump cat. Kalim was on his third cup of cocoa, Jamil tiredly rubbing his temples. The freshmen stacked various objects on Silver’s sleeping body, while Lilia doodled on his face. Idia was still glowering in the corner, but now Azul was hovering above him, trying to engage in conversation. Even if Grim was causing trouble elsewhere, you could at least call your Christmas party a success.

Your reverie is interrupted by the front door slamming open. Grim is sitting smugly, tail waving contently. Behind him stands the headmaster, decked in red and holding a sack.

“Hench-human! I brought you Christmas!”

Crowley enters the room, blabbering about his “infinite generosity!” before slinging the sack over the coffee table with a large crack. Great.

Grim is circling through your legs again, purring and rubbing against your legs, clearly proud of himself. “Crowley brought us all gifts. I told him he had to play Sanda. He said he has something special for everyone,” He chirps, nuzzling his head into your calf. “I had to keep running around so you wouldn’t spoil the surprise,” You’re so touched by his affection that you don’t even correct him.

Your guests seem unsurprised by Crowley’s entrance. Floyd quickly dives into the sack, looking for his gift, while Cater snaps pictures of your shocked face. You hear him exchange words with Ace, who cannot contain his cackles.

“I’m totally gonna print these,” Cater shoves his phone in Ace’s face. “They look totes’ adorbs, don’t you think Acey?” You ignore their gleeful laughs and shove your way forward.

“You guys were running me around on purpose?”

“You were hellbent on finding him,” Leona yawns. You were surprised he was still awake, completely unmoving from his position on the couch. “Personally, I wouldn’t’ve cared where the furball went,”

“So- “You shove Leona’s torso and move to sit on the couch facing Crowley. He immediately lays his head on your lap and closes his eyes, ready to nap for the rest of the party. “You guys knew Crowley was coming as Santa? …Do you even know who Santa is?”

“Nope!” Grim begins to swat at Leona’s ears, fighting for a seat on your lap. “But he’s Christmas, right? He brings everyone presents and then that’s when Christmas starts!”

“Well, not exactly,” Crowley begins handing gifts around. When he hands you a lumpy, chalky, substance, labeled: “Leona”, you laugh. “Santa brings gifts for kids on Christmas Eve. On Christmas Day you open the gifts with your friends and family. But Christmas happens regardless of if Santa visits,”

Crowley shoves one last gift into your face, wrapped in brown parchment paper, labeled: “Prefect”. It’s strangely oblong (and noticeably not a check) and awkwardly shaped, messily kept together by twine. If Grim told you he wrapped it himself, you’d believe him.

“This is for you,” Crowley shakes the present in your face. “I want to see how grateful you are when you see it, so open it right away,”

You roll your eyes and unwrap the gift, untying the twine and ripping the paper. Underneath is a nutcracker. It’s a picture-perfect nutcracker, clad in a striking red military uniform, topped with silver hair. He holds a scepter in one hand, sword holstered on the opposite hip. Gold embellishments decorate the statue, almost glistening when held in certain lights. It was beautiful and ornate.

“Oh wow,” you say, turning it around in your hands. It feels high quality and expensive, and you’re surprised Crowley would even gift something of this nature to you. “Thank you, this is really beautiful,”

Crowley clasps his hands together in delight. “See, my generosity knows no bounds, does it not, Prefect? How wonderful to see your delighted face,” He continues to ramble on, but you tune him out and continue to observe the nutcracker.

Its face looks familiar, despite not fitting the description of any of your friends. You keep staring at its face, trying to determine who it looks like, but you keep coming up empty. You purse your lips, running through the people you’ve met in Twisted Wonderland. You even hold the Nutcracker up, spinning it across the room to compare it to your guests.

“What are you doing, Prefect?” Riddle asks, quirking his brow at your behavior. You ignore him and shake your head, moving the nutcracker to the next victim (choosing to ignore his comment about breaking a ridiculous rule) comparing its face to Jack.

“Who does this look like, Grim?” You ask moving the doll around the room again. You reach up to scratch behind his ears to get his attention. He’s settled on your shoulders after losing the battle for your lap.

“Hmm… Trein! Or uh… that one guy we met at Noble Bell,”

You give him a sideways glance. “Is it because he has gray hair? Why not Silver then?”

“Because this guy looks serious! And old,”

You shake your head and chuckle. Maybe it just had a familiar face.

--

It was a nightmare trying to get everyone out of your dorm (including Crowley, who insisted on calling the rest of the staff to your party. Thankfully, they all declined his offer). By the time you cleaned everything up and forced everyone out, it was well into the early morning. You had originally promised to see everyone out in the morning, but now that you were getting ready for bed, you regretted making that promise.

You flopped on your bed immediately, groaning into the sheets as your body sank into the too-soft mattress. You had to sleep on your stomach, the bruise from Floyd’s “hug” still fresh in your skin. The sheets were cold underneath your comforter, a welcome change from the warm living room. You sigh in relief, glancing at the nutcracker on your mantle before closing your eyes, and drifting into a deep sleep.

The Nutcracker, eyes once focused in front of him, glances at your sleeping form. He straightens his back and stays alert, awaiting any danger that would come forth.

[vipersproperty]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞?

Summary: you dreamt of having her lips on yours, finding the right time and place to confess your love! Oh- but you missed a step out of eagerness…”can I kiss you?” Reactions of Fem!heartslabyul cast.

Featuring the following - residents of Heartslabyul

|| Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia ||

Riddle is stunned!

“Can I kiss you?”

Riddle let’s out a shriek of a scream, her hands quickly push the side of your face for how close you were.

“What!? Are you insane, [Name], did Ace set this up—!”

You laugh softly at her accusations, you would’ve been just as flustered as she is, if it weren’t for her adorable reaction.

She bites her bottom lip when she sees how calm you were about this, you’re serious. You gently lift her wrists off you, holding them between the both of you as you hum for her awaiting answer. She can’t stand the way you’re staring at her, it’s making her even more embarrassed with how heated her body felt.

“A kiss? How forward of you to sweeten me up on this…date, I suppose—“

“So is that a yes?” She flicks your forehead.

You giggle to yourself, apologizing even though you knew it wasn’t hurting anyone. And Riddle would be the fattest liar if she denied this request because of her nervousness. She tried to regain her confidence back but with how you managed to confess a kiss!! —Baffles her.

To call this a date on her part made it worse, you can practically see steam flow from her head and into a mist of hearts. How unusual.

“Just one!” You blinked at how loud she was, her eyes squinting as her head faces the ground.

Surprised by how Riddle shyly pulled at your collar to reach on her tippy toes as she quickly gives you a peck on the lips. It’s quick but you can feel the soft gloss of her chapstick. A smile rose on your lips at how cute the aftermath was. She’s a stuttering mess, perhaps that was her first kiss?

“Did I do it right? Was it too short, do I need practice—! [Name]!!”

Maybe..

Trey is confident!

“Can I kiss you?”

Trey stops poking at her food. A raised brow and a goofy smile on her face that she failed to contain. At first she planned to pretend to not hear you, but the way you stared up at her with a desperate glance made butterflies in her stomach.

“Where did all of this come from?”

“Nothing crazy…would it be if I told you I always wanted to kiss you?”

She folds her fingers together through her knuckles, resting her chin on them as she gives you a soothing hum as result in thinking.

“I wouldn’t say crazy. Is there anything else you’d want from me?” Your plan to stare confidently into her eyes didn’t work out, leaving you wandering to the table and food in front of you out of intimidation. You don’t want her to think your selfish, this was your first step into confessing and you’re blowing it off!

“No! Uh, no. Just…that..?” You’re not even sure yourself, way to go.

Trey laughs at your failed attempt in seducing her, although she admires your boldness. You weren’t expecting the tables to be turned this quickly, picturing Trey to be the one all flustered and red yet here you are. Taking her place. Trey calls for your name, making you perk your head up to see her finger motion for you to come closer.

A excited gasp leaves your lip before you can register, too busy scooting your way towards her.

She stops you by placing her hands on your cheeks, making your lips slightly pucker and pausing your excitement. It’s gentle yet loving, her head tilted to give a kiss wanting more. She separates leaving you with a whine until she placed one more on your forehead. Her smile showing all teeth made hearts float around you.

“Don’t get too greedy now.”

Cater is playful!

“Can I kiss you?”

Cater’s eyes flickers towards you from her mirror, eyeing you up and down as you grow nervous the longer she gazed. You sat on her bed all stiff and sweaty now that you’ve broken that out. Praying that you made the right decision.

“What’s that cutie? Did you say something?”

Your mouth went dry. She didn’t hear you!? To get out of this embarrassing mess you trip over your words to make up the request. Her attention was on you now, the makeup on the table forgotten as she creeps closer to further role you up. You’re not even sure if you understand how her voice carried a jokingly tone. Too caught up in your slip up to notice how close she is.

“Can you repeat it, if you ask nicely that is.” You swore she’s making fun of you at this point, but her puppy eyes leaves you stuttering the truth once more.

“Can I kiss you—!…please..?”

A small laugh erupts from her perfect lips, she’s inching towards you in a second to catch you off guard. Laying flat on the bed as she leaves kisses down from your lips to cheeks, her legs straddling your hips. Your hands shake; daring not to place them on her hips.

“Mwah! Look at you, you’re so cute..” She squeals at you after retreating, grabbing her phone to take a picture at your flustered face.

“Hey! Don’t send those to anyone!”

Cater places a finger on your forehead to push you gently back down. A grin creases her cheeks as she places the phone to your direction. Lipstick marks are painted from your lips to cheeks. A part of you can’t help but feel shy yet happy that your crush reciprocated her feelings back.

“Can you send me that?”

Ace is suspicious

“Can I kiss you?”

Ace stops herself from further stuffing her face with the homemade cookies you guys just made. Well more like you made. But she quickly swallows her snack to respond loudly.

“Are we starting truth and dare already? What’s going on, are there camera hiding!”

She’s agitated now, looking around the kitchen with furious whips of her head to look bottom to top. You sigh helplessly for this woman. Ace frowns yet twitches a smirk, crossing her arms in a now defensive stance.

“Oh I see what this is…sure! I’ll do it, I’m not wussing out on this.” You aren’t sure if that’s some sort of cover up.

Shrugging, you got the call to do what you started. Closing your eyes and leaning close to Ace who you can particularly hear squealing through her shut lips. She stops you by grabbing your shoulders to a halt, now going on a nervous rant on how she needs to get ready.

“It can be quick.”

“No! I mean..no, I can handle a normal kiss, I’ve kissed my ex before you know!”

There’s a glint of satisfaction in your eyes in seeing her excited yet timid, it’s not like Ace to act this way. You reassure her by taking her hand and rubbing it gently in yours, bringing it to your cheeks so you can tell her to take her time.

A sigh of relief, Ace recalls her experience then leans forward. Her kiss is sweet and long. She doesn’t pull until you tap at her shoulders. A hand over her mouth as she finds her voice.

“Can we do it again?”

Deuce is ready!

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

You stare at Deuce who’s gnawing at her bottom lip with a determined look. Her face is serious yet it was hard to take her serious, not when she pulls out a neatly and surprisingly not crumbled envelope from her pocket. She’s also shocked from her sudden answer now that she slowly comes to terms of your halfway confession.

“I’ve been waiting for months to give you this, [Name]. I’m glad you feel the same.”

Holy moly she’s cute. You can feel your own heart bursting as you take the envelope from her hands, it smells like her perfume. It feels like some sort of movie, throwing yourself on her to embrace in a hug. A hug that had friendship and love, so much that it came to a point of comfort.

Within each others arms, you both slightly pull away to gaze at one another’s cheeky grin. Deuce was the first to capture your lips, taking your breath by how bold and eager for someone who’s never kissed before.

There wasn’t a need for words, not when both of your actions and hers speak louder, showing love you wish would never end.

In the moment you brace yourself for another hug, burying your face in her hoodie and neck. Her skin was so warm and so was the kiss, you didn’t even look back to see Deuce holding onto you so tightly.

Until you heard sniffles and a wet patch on your shoulder.

“Deuce, are you crying?”

You can hear her rapidly rubbing her eyes with her sleeves.

“No!”

[tzuyusluv]

❥ only you know

genre -> fluff

pairing -> cater diamond x reader

warnings -> i say cater is drunk in one paragraph

word count -> tba

summary -> how to say ily in lyrics

a/n -> credits to @blueberry-pride for the header!

• ‘he’s my sun, he makes me shine like diamonds’ - young and beautiful by lana del rey

“and there you go again.” ace grumbles towards you when you notice cater walk into the cafeteria, talking to another heartslabyul student. “what do you mean?” you tear you gaze away from your boyfriend to look at ace. “always beaming whenever cater is nearby, bleh.” ace fakes a gagging sound and you barely manage to get another word in before the others are hounding him. obviously they’re going to be happy! he’s practically their sun!’ deuce scolds ace. ‘yes! if people were solar systems, I’m sure cater would be the center of it all for them.”

• ‘but my sleepless nights are better with you’ - halley’s comet by billie eilish

cater groans when he hears a small knock on the door. looking at his phone, the number 3:28am stare back at him. he curses when he starts to get up out of bed to see who’s knocking. “babe? what are you doing here at 3:30 in the morning?” cater subconsciously starts to stand up taller and become more focused when he sees your face looking at him. “couldn’t sleep. needed to see you.” you mumble, falling forward into his chest. wrapping his arms around you, he kisses your head gently. “my arms are always open for you baby.”

• ‘save me till the party’s over, kiss me in the seat of your rover’ - wish you were sober by conan gray

“babe!” cater’s voice made you jump. “cater!” you reply before getting out and helping the drunk teen into the car. “come on baby, just get in the car and we’ll go home.” you urge him to get into the car so you could go back to bed. “only if you give me a kiss~~” cater teases while puckering up his lips. “my love, let’s wait until the morning. i don’t want to kiss you while your under the influence.” you start but cater pouts at the words. “I’ll give you all the kisses in the morning but right now we should go home.” you could barely finish the sentence before cater got into the car, mumbling about promised kisses.

• ‘if you told me to jump, I’d take the fall’ - save you tonight by one direction

“hey. I need you to help cater do his homework.” trey said coming up behind you. “why me? riddle is the scary housewarden, why can’t he convince him?” you ask. “we’ve tried to convince him but persuading him is..difficult.” trey rubs him neck sheepishly. “ace and deuce mentioned that he’d do anything for you. said something about him jumping if you told him too even if it was a long fall.”

• ‘all these people think love’s for show, but I’d die for you in secret’ - peace by taylor swift

“you know I take pictures of us a whole lot.” cater starts out, putting his pencil down. “yeah?” you respond scared. “I just wanted to let you know that I know everyone think I do it for show and all, but I would die for you. You’re the one that I want and would die for.” he says before going back to his homework while you’re speechless.

[icypantherwrites]

New Fic: Raise a Glass

Summary: Galaxy Garrison Cadet Trey Johnson had just been trying to right a wrong, restore a little balance to this screwed up world because there was nothing right about Lance Esposito, that stupid, pathetic cargo pilot, being considered a hero. It was just supposed to be a little beatdown, a lesson. But now here he is with Lance stuffed into a barrel and freedom from this hellhole at his fingertips as he prepares to trade this Paladin of Voltron to the Galra and he’s starting to think that maybe he’s not just balancing the scales… he’s finally tipping them in his favor.

Chapter snippet:

The grainy screen showed the image of one of the main conference rooms and given that there was no audio for this feed — at least on the channel Joe could access — it wasn’t normally one they watched as seeing the upper echelon sitting around talking and the quality rendering it impossible to even attempt lip reading made it useless.

But today there was a different set of people in the room with all the higher ups.

The Paladins of Voltron.

And…

Trey’s gaze narrowed in on one particular figure that he knew Alex was scowling at too.

Lance Esposito, former cargo pilot turned fighter, looking as though he hadn’t aged a single day and it just made Trey want to punch that pointed face even more as his hand drifted up to his own, puckered with shrapnel scars.

He was standing between Keith Kogane — whohad not only aged but was carrying himself with far more authority than the rebellious, asshole teen he’d once been but even with those qualities he had been acknowledged and respected for his sheer talent as a pilot — and the apparently alien princess introduced as Allura, and even with the low-quality feed there was no denying she was drop-dead gorgeous.

And that fighter pilot wannabe was standing there like he belonged with the likes of them.

Read Chapter One Here

[telekineticseance]

DANCER (PT. 2)

GIF by poopifish

pairing: 90s!trey parker x f!stripper reader

summary: getting to know the strange blonde from the diner - part two

genre: fluff

word count: 1342

cw: reader is exotic dancer, she/her pronouns for reader, alcohol use, mention of brief alcoholism

author's note: i’m on vacation rn and seeing YUNGBLUD tomorrow eeeeeee!!!! but here’s the next part because i got bored and felt the need to supply the children.

part one can be found here!

“Hey..aren’t you?” The blonde in front of you started to ask. You raised an eyebrow, looking over at him as he continued. “The stripper?” He asked, his voice being loud enough that if there were any others in the diner, they would’ve definitely turned to look. You went back to your pancakes, shaking your head in response. “No. I know for a fact you’re the stripper who pushed me into my seat.”

You shook your head once more, as you continued to look down at your pancakes, picking them around your plate. “I stuck seven hundred dollars down your skirt!” He exclaimed as you quickly gagged on your bite of pancake.

Before you could open your mouth to speak, Joanne rounded the corner with a small bottle of vodka in hand, setting it down in front of you. “Is he bothering you hun? Because I can always shoo him and his friends away?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. The blonde dramatically gasped while looking up at her, “Would you really do that to me Joanne?” He asked.

He puckered his lips up to her, giving her a fake kiss as he had a small smile on his face. Joanne stared back with a blank expression on her face before nodding, “Yes. Yes I would.” Her answer caused you to give a small giggle in response, as his face dropped and he glanced over at you. “Do you think I’m bothering you?”

You thought for a moment before shrugging slightly, twirling your necklace in your fingers as you looked between them, turning your gaze back to the man, “If you keep asking what my profession is..then yes.” He gave you a small nod before turning his gaze back to Joanne before she shrugged and walked away.

“My name's Trey.” He introduced himself, his eyes staring into yours. He had a small line of eyeliner along the waterline, barely noticeable unless someone was actually putting time into looking. You felt a lump in your throat as he looked at you, “This is the part where you say your name. Unless you want me to call you Nightshade.”

You gave him a small glare before you spoke, “It’s Y/N.” You told him as you poured the small bottle of vodka into your juice, mixing it together with your straw, and taking a sip. The feeling of Trey’s eyes were still on you as you mixed your drink together, causing your mind to run around in circles.

“Well you know..” He got closer as his voice got softer, “You’re not bad to look at. Nice ass, and a nice set above to go with it? I wouldn’t mind a private showing.” You coughed slightly, spitting out a little bit of orange juice in the process before turning your gaze back to him, “That is not going to help you get into my pants if that’s your goal.”

His mouth dropped slightly as he looked down, “Sometimes that works.” He mumbled, probably not for you to hear, but you heard it anyway.

When you opened your mouth to say something, Joanne walked up, setting Trey’s food in front of the two of you, “Here you go sweetheart.” She told him, glancing at me before turning back to him, “Now remember Parker, you continue bothering this girl I’ll kick all three of you out.” She spoke, turning to point at Trey and then his two friends in the other booth.

He gave her a smile while giving her a look as if to say “who me?” before she walked away to greet some other customers as they walked in the door. Trey Parker…Trey Parker..TREY PARKER! The name rang in your head as you continued looking at him, “Holy shit you’re from BASEketball!”

The words from your mouth caused Trey to drop his fork against his plate with a loud clink, pausing him from shoveling the food into his mouth. “Uh..yeah. That’s me.” He let out a small sigh before you turned your gaze to the other two, “And they’re also from BASEketball.”

You tried to prevent yourself from letting out a giggle, but couldn’t help as it escaped your lips, causing Trey to look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Sorry. From your reaction do you not like?..” You asked, trailing off. He shook his head, taking another bite, “No no. Just..I have a show and I’ve done other movies as well so being recognized as the guy from BASEketball isn’t really my thing.”

“And being recognized as a stripper isn’t mine.” You countered back, causing him to nod, “Touche.”

He continued shoveling in his food as you tried not to watch, but couldn’t help yourself. “Whatareyoulookinat?” Trey asked, mouth full of food as he talked. You hid back a laugh, “I uh..I don’t really know.”

He chuckled before he swallowed his food and took a drink. “You said you had a show?” You asked, trying to make small talk as he didn’t seem like he would be moving from his spot in front of you anytime soon. He nodded, taking another bite before motioning to the dandelion of hair at the other table, “With him.”

You looked at the guy before looking towards Trey again, “What is it? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“South Park.” He answered. The show sounded familiar, probably one of the shows your ex-boyfriend watched, but it didn’t ring all the bells in your head. “You know? The little kids? They say things kids shouldn’t say?” He asked. You thought a little before shrugging, “I’m sorry I don’t..”

He shrugged back, “We only had a season. It’s alright. We’re still working on getting another one. Well technically Matt is, he’s better at the talking part than I am.” He explained to you, causing you to give a small nod before drinking from your glass.

He paused for a moment before looking back at you, “Do you wanna..come back to my place tonight? Well mine and Matt’s technically. We’re throwing a party and it would be cool if you were to come. Not to dance or anything but just to hang out. There’s gonna be alcohol, music, drugs, you name it it’s probably there.” He continued rambling on, before you interrupted. “It depends. Will I see more of your friend?” You asked, spinning your straw around your cup as you pointed over at Matt, who had been looking at you for the last five minutes.

Trey stiffened a little bit before shrugging, “Possibly. He sometimes disappears with a girl though so who knows.” He answered, causing you to nod. You got a hint of jealousy from his reaction but weren’t sure if he was actually jealous or if you were getting mixed signals about it.

You took a deep breath, thinking about going for a moment. It had been a while since you had gone out and had fun. Usually your nights are occupied by working mixed in with a little bit of heavy drinking on occasion. And I mean, you couldn’t really turn down the chance to free alcohol. You pried yourself away from picking around your pancake before turning your gaze back to Trey, “Sure. I’ll go.”

A smile rose onto Trey’s face before he turned to the other two guys, “Hey! She’s coming!” He announced to them as they both nodded, Matt still glancing over at you.

—

When everyone finished their food, you followed the group of three outside. “So for an introduction, that one’s Dian, he doesn’t live with us he just hangs out on occasion, and that one’s Matt, he’s my roommate.” He introduced before turning to you, “And guys this is Y/N.”

“The stripper.” Matt spoke up, pointing at you before you spoke back and pointing at him, “The guy from BASEketball.” He quickly dropped his hand before looking at Trey who shrugged in response.

“Ready to go?” Trey asked, breaking the silence before they all started walking in a direction, with you following behind.

[leaderpinhead]

Ortho - Wish Upon A Star

“What do you wish for, Yuu? 

Ortho knew that technically Grim had used the Wishing Star accounted for him and Yuu by the headmage. And technically, Ortho wasn’t actually a Stargazer, so he really shouldn’t be gathering Wishing Stars without his brother. And technically all of the Wishing Stars should have been hung and accounted for on the tree two days ago. 

But technically, the Wishing Star he had just given Yuu was technically for one student, who just so happened to have thrown it across the courtyard when Ortho and Idia (admittedly, more so Ortho) demanded he make a wish and hand over his Wishing Star. By that logic, Ortho was actually doing a good thing—making sure all the Wishing Stars were shining with wishes for the Starsending. It would be an atrocious waste if the Wishing Star never shone with a wish. 

Crowley would be absolutely pleased by Ortho’s benevolent logic! 

Yuu spun the dark Wishing Star between her fingers. Ortho was almost upset he hadn’t thought to help her design her own version of the Starsending robes like he and Idia had with his gear. It served a bigger purpose than just a fashion statement, but it was almost sad that the only festive piece Yuu had was a thin scarf with a starry pattern wrapped around her neck. She wasn’t an official Stargazer, but she had worked just as hard with Deuce to collect Wishing Stars. 

“I gave my Wishing Star to Grim,” Yuu said. She extended the Wishing Star to Ortho. “Why don’t you use it for your wish instead?” 

Ortho shook his head. Instead of taking the star back, he curled her fingers around it just tight enough to keep the sharper ends of the star from poking her. “I already made my wish where Trey and Deuce could hear it, so that counts! You haven’t had a chance to make any wish at all.” 

Yuu’s mouth pursed, but she took back the Wishing Star without a fuss. She twirled it between her fingers again. Behind her, the other students on campus gathered around the Ancient Tree. Most of them stared up at the darkening sky with dubious expressions, but a few didn’t appear very concerned at all. They watched Deuce, Trey, and Idia get into their positions under the tree, Idia mostly hiding behind the large drum while Deuce and Trey stood on either side of him. Ortho would have to run across campus to the launch pad if he waited much longer, but he didn’t want to leave without Yuu’s Wishing Star. 

“I wish...” Yuu paused. Her eyebrows came together like she was having a difficult time actually thinking of a wish. “Are you sure you don’t want to light it up with your wish? There’s not much I can think about wishing for.” 

Ortho stubbornly shook his head. “What’s important to me is having Idia’s wish come true, and I have his Wishing Star right here.” Ortho patted the small compartment of his hip where he kept all the Wishing Stars. Once he reached the right altitude, he would release them into space. “No more stalling. Make a wish!” 

Yuu’s mouth puckered more. She carefully cupped the star between her hands and lifted it to her face. Ortho knew it was probably a little rude of him to lean in closer to hear her whispered voice, but he wasn’t a saint. He really wanted to know what Yuu wished for. 

“I wish...for everyone to find their happily ever after.” 

The Wishing Star glowed brightly between her cupped fingers. She held it out to Ortho again, her face becoming a faint red. Ortho happily accepted her star and placed it securely in his hip compartment. He puffed out his chest and pumped one fist into the air. “I’m gonna make sure everyone’s wishes come true!” 

The red tint in Yuu’s face darkened a bit more, but she smiled at his promise. She pumped her fist to hover next to his. “Show that storm it can’t stop us!” 

Ortho giggled despite the angered thrum of thunder that challenged them. With a final wave, he took off across the campus to the sports field. He patted his hip compartment every few steps. 

He was getting these Wishing Stars into the sky, and no whale of a cloud could stop him! 

[burnishedrebel]

Lily whimpered or moaned each time she felt Trey smack her ass, stinging jolts elicited by each slap that sent pleasure and pain delightfully through her body, in equal measure. She couldn’t say anything to his musing about ensuring her ass was red for him, given the panties in her mouth, but the way she quickly nodded told him almost as much about how she was enjoying it as her whimpers and moans were. When Trey followed up by taunting her about wanting him in her ass too, again all Lily could do was nod eagerly and make a muffled cry. He swiftly pushed his finger into her tight hole, making Lily gasp out in surprise and then moan lustfully, her puckered entrance clenching around his digit whilst her pussy did the same around his still-thrusting cock. Again, she nodded when Trey asked if she liked it, and whilst her sounds continued to be muffled thanks to her panties, they were loud enough amidst the blockage for Lily’s arousal and need to be entirely understood. 

Trey swiftly began working his finger and cock in time with each other, prompting Lily to gasp and cry whilst shaking between him and the railing. When he tauntingly asked if she was going to cum, Lily quickly nodded and then dropped her head back when Trey picked up the pace, drilling her tight, soaked pussy with sharp and powerful thrusts whilst still fingering her ass with quick jolts. Lily also felt Trey’s balls slapping against her whilst he fucked, and she couldn’t help but look down briefly to drink in the sight of his cock moving in and out of her. However, when Trey began speaking again, Lily looked up to meet his eyes, her gaze filled with need and lust as he promised to fuck her as many times as he could over the holiday. Thoughts about that proved to be the cherry on top for Lily whilst she was fucked and fingered so powerfully still, with all the stimulation finally sending her over the edge in seconds. When she came, she came hard, a wave of pleasure crashing into her and permeated by a loud, muffled cry right before she clenched hard around Trey’s thrusting cock. 

@writermuses

A soft luster of sweat glistened on Trey's hairline as he continued to fuck into Lily at a bruising pace. The only break in that cadence was when he continued to smack her ass. "So fucking cute when that sexy little ass is nice and red for me." His cock throbbed at every little gasp and yip she made, spurring him on until the banister rattled in protest. Then she was leaning into his touch and he couldn't help but grin. "Oh you want me in that tight little hole too, hmm?" He continued to circle her puckered hole and then pushed his finger in, groaning at the way her pussy clenched around his cock. "You like that don't you, dirty girl?"

Trey slowed his pace, working his finger in sequence; pushing in as he pulled his cock out. "You like that, Little Flower? You going to come on my cock like the needy little slut you are and show me how much you like it?" He couldn't help but wonder if she'd thought about this, but in his confidence that thought immediately shifted to curiosity over whether she'd touched herself to thoughts of fucking him before or after she'd asked about this fake-dating arrangement. When his eyes locked on hers, Trey was only spurred on to pick up his pace once more. With his balls slapping her clit and his finger in her ass while he railed her, Trey smirked and half hoped that someone would walk through the door and see the beautiful blond fucked out with her panties in her mouth and large angry red handprints on her ass. Knowing his phone was in his pocket, he desperately wanted to reach back and record this so he could play it over and over. "I hope you know that I'm going to fill all these holes over and over until it's all you want every Christmas, Lily. Now be a good girl and come on my cock. I want that pussy milking me for every fucking drop."

[annieaceofhearts]

Broad City 5.03 Bitcoin & the Missing Girl

“A mysterious turn in the disappearance of the white woman from Queens. Authorities have discovered that she was the fifth employee of Soulstice Gym to go missing in the last four years. So police have re-opened those cases. She is being remembered tonight by friends and coworkers as a sweet, artistic cleaner with a heart of gold.”

[masoncarr2244]

[alicenthightower]

Broad City S04E02

[isolctions]

somethingscft​:

“alright, momma–damn,” trey cursed with a clean mouth and swallowed food. he couldn’t lie…the bickering sustained him almost as much as her cooking. “i’m only a man, jai…a mere mortal. cut me some slack,” trey shrugged, continuing to pull the silly human card. “that’s just how i was raised too, y'know? my momma never touched garbage. ever. i’m sure you didn’t either back in the day,” he added, tempted to lick the plate clean. “nah…chill. i’m sorry,” he pursed his lips for kiss he knew wouldn’t come. “no, for real, though? it’s amazing that you’re preserving your grandmother’s memory through her food. i’ve always been fascinated with how these recipes came about, and how much of it is due to fuckin’ slavery.” he rolled his eyes.

it took a lot out of her not to immediately frown at the nickname. jaira wasn’t quite ready for it yet — swollen belly be damned — but allows it anyway, if only because nothing was worse to her than bae. “really? pulling the mortal card again?” she lifts an amused brow, sliding the now empty plate towards the middle of the table as while deliberately ignoring the puckered lips in her face. “hmph, back in the day. i’m sure my first husband was like that.” she retreated from the table at the apology, commenting offhandedly as she stood to carry trey’s plate to the kitchen — giving him a pointed look with the kind of expression on her face that read: is this allowed? “it is. plantations, migrations & such. i don’t remember a whole lot of her, though...or know them, for that matter. in case the food gets repetitive.” she pauses then, contemplative. “how long is your press tour?”

[sitcomedies]

[agnetta]

Body by Trey - Training the Female Body

Broad City Starring Janet The Good Place

[mandronia]