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uglypastels · 9 months

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okay there is this video on pornhub that i can’t stop thinking about with modern!eddie. it’s a minecraft redstone tutorial where this guy is getting head while showing how to make a daylight sensor lamp and automatic doors and it’s so funny but also i can’t stop imagining like eddie fucking reader while giving a tutorial on something so pleaseeeee i beg i beg i beg

it is 10 am and when i read this i could not stop laughing (bc it was quite unexpected) so obviously i had to go do some research and holy shit. that's all I'm gonna say. thank you for the request <3

warnings: smut 18+ only MDNI. oral (m receiving). slight bored and ignored vibes. sex work/on camera sex. pwp - we're getting straight to the point here.

Eddie sat the camera up over his desk, so when he sat down in his chair, the angle would pick up on most of his naked body and you sitting between his legs, hand already slowly moving across his length.

He shot you a quick smile and blew you a kiss before he leaned over to pick up his guitar. sliding a bit back in his chair, he placed the instrument over his stomach, strumming it a few times before looking up at the camera.

'Hey everyone, so today I thought I'd teach you how to...' As he began to explain, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock. As usual, when it came to these kinds of videos of his, Eddie barely reacted to the touch and just kept on talking about the kind of guitar he was holding, but a trained eye might just notice the flex in his thighs.

'So, what you gotta do...' he placed one hand on the neck of the guitar, showing the camera the placement of the fingers to play the right chords. Meanwhile, his other hand swiped gently over your hair, petting you encouragingly as you took him deeper into your mouth.

You both continued doing your own thing, enjoying the simple presence of each other's company practically. To you, the camera was long forgotten, and his words were just a low hum in your mind, the sound of it always putting you at peace.

At certain moments, Eddie would readjust his position in his chair, using it as an excuse to thrust into your mouth. You would mewl around him, exactly at the moment that he tried to play one of the more difficult parts of the song, and it would be one of the few moments he acknowledged you in the video.

'Shh, baby, not so loud.' He pushed some of your hair back, 'trying to film a video here.' You mouth a 'sorry' to him and continued on. As the video went on, you began to move faster, taking him deeper. It got sloppier, and any time he would thrust into you, he hit the back of your throat, resulting in a moan that went almost in sync with the melody he played.

'So, yeah, that's about it,' Eddie finished up the song, and from his indifferent expression, you wouldn't be even able to tell that his cum was sprayed all over your mouth and tits.

Just before he turned the camera off, he put the guitar back down and leaned down to kiss you, licking himself off your lips. 'You did so fucking good, baby. I love you.'

But that part wouldn't make the final edit. That was just for you and him.

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spamgyu · 2 months

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urs // Mingyu Series - Part 2

"the best at being the worst... but fuck sake I'm already yours"

DESCRIPTION: she and mingyu were in no place to be in a relationship. she was his best friend's stylist and he was... well he was kim mingyu; something stable was not something that was ideal for the two – not when their careers are both at it's peak. PAIRING: idol!mingyu x stylist!reader GENRE: angst WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, implied smut, stubborn protagonists, so many red flags you would think this is a football game, features the love of mingyu's life (jungkook) and all his other besties

NOTE: if you read INFRUNAMI, no you didn't. this has the same-ish vibes BUT this is the re-written version. many events, actions, and overall plot has been changed. (even if the intro/first part is very similar)

"Are you really not going to come with me?" Mingyu watched her move about her room.

He had shown up to her place unannounced – letting himself in, using the pin-code he had memorized by heart. This was one of many occasions he had put the four digits into good use; at times paying the apartment a visit even when she was not around.

It was the one location no one dared to bother him; mostly because those who were in on their arrangement knew that his presence at the place shouldn't even exist.

It was his new safe haven; a place where he can hide out when his schedules seemed to have more hours of him staying awake than it did of any shut eye.

Any time he felt a moment of pressure from the public eye or his company, he ran to the one place he that silenced the voices in his head – instantly bringing a sense of calm upon him.

Which has been rare to come these days.

Y/n didn't think he was actually being serious when he had invited her to spend the holiday with his family.

She rarely took what he said seriously, knowing that they were nothing but empty promises – being so busy and all. She knew she was last on his priority list and had always kept her expectations quite low for him.

Maybe it was her fear of disappointment.

"I don't know, dude." Y/n sighed, holding two jackets in front of her – mentally debating which would go best with her outfit. She may be spending the day alone but she still wanted to look well dressed. "I have a lot of things to prep for."

"The leather one." Mingyu nodded over to the jacket in her right hand. "Just do it after."

Setting the canvas outerwear in her left hand down, y/n slipped one arm after the other into the oversized jacket Mingyu had suggested – glancing at her reflection in her full body mirror.

He was right, leather did look best.

"I can't. Our flight leaves 5 am." She frowned. "I'll stop by when I'm done."

"Your mom will never let you hear the end of this, you know that right?"

Mingyu had only met her mother once, and it was purely by accident. While visiting last year, Y/n had taken her mom to the company building to show her around – wanting her mother to see where she spent most of her days if she wasn't hopping from one plane to another.

The three of them had managed to get on the same elevator that day; Y/n having no choice but introduce her mother to one of her so-called friends.

Which wasn't much of a lie... technically. They were friends...and a little more. But her mother didn't need to know that.

And of fucking course, Mingyu didn't take long to warm up to the older woman.

Two minutes to be exact.

All he had to do was flash his usual smile and use that tiny voice he used when he was around anyone that was older than him – her mom falling right into the trap that almost anyone had fallen into.

Including Y/n.

Mingyu completely disregarded his original plans of having lunch alone that day, choosing to sit with the two in the company's food hall – bonding with her mother about Y/n's need to always put her job over her personal interest.

In Y/n defense, her job didn't feel like a job. She thoroughly enjoyed what she did – the nearly seven figure salary was just cherry on top of the deal.

"Which is why she won't know." Y/n pointed before picking out a lip gloss from her collection. "It's not like she can check anyways."

Mingyu knew she was right, letting out a frustrated groan. "Come on, I already told my mom you were coming."

The smile on her face fell. "You're joking."

Just as Mingyu had only met her mother once, she had only met not only his mom but his whole family once. And just like Mingyu, she had managed to get along quite well with them – especially his mom.

The older woman was nothing but kind to Y/n despite crashing their rare-to-come family time during the holiday last year. The older woman couldn't help but happily dote on the girl upon learning that she was in the country all alone, all while her mother was back west.

Happy knowing that he was slowly swaying her decision, Mingyu's smile grew larger. "How about I help you do what you need to do so that we can head over together?"

Y/n pursed her lips, considering his offer. She did need some assistance with pressing a few garments and compiling her styling kit – and she did miss having a home cooked meal.

"Fine, but no funny business."

"Well," He let out a soft chuckle. "When you put it that way, now I kind of want to do some funny business."

"Work is work." Y/n reminded him.

They never took their ... business elsewhere. It was far too risky.

Especially at their company building.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

She hated how she could never resist him.

Somewhere in between steaming the rack full of designer pulls she had managed to secure for her talent's upcoming schedule, and their useless banter, Mingyu had managed to get his hands on her.

It started with a simple squeeze at the hip as she tried to ignore the lust full gaze that he had been sending her since their arrival – within minutes he had her pinned against the wall, his lips hungrily attacking her neck.

No matter how much she wanted to stand her ground, keeping to her word, Y/n had given in.

Like she always does.

"What happened to no funny business?" Y/n sighed as she tilted her head to give him more access.

"No one's laughing." Mingyu mumbled against her jaw, a free hand slowly creeping up her shirt while the other hooked on to the belt loops of her jeans – pulling her closer against his body.

"You're annoying."

She could feel her whole body begin to grow hot under his touch, arching her back off the wall as he moved from her neck to her lips – his tongue plunging into her mouth.

"Hey– whoa!"

The sound of the familiar voice broke the spell he had put her under – Y/n pushing off the boy that towered over her to see their friend standing at the door with a bewildered look on his face.

"At the office? Really?" Jungkook cried.

She had completely forgotten that she had asked him to swing by for one last fitting.

Closing her eyes, Y/n let out a loud groan; in both embarrassment and frustration.

They had never been caught once. They've always been careful – which was quite easy considering they were always in the privacy of their own bedrooms.

If it would have been any body else that had walked through the doors, she would have been sure she would have been fired in an instant. Despite having a bullet proof contract that left her almost invincible to any termination.

She was a well known industry stylist after all.

"We weren't doing anything." Mingyu shrugged, walking over to the leather couch – shrugging off the incident as if it was just any regular occurrence.

All while Y/n would rather have the ground swallow her whole.

"Sure, dude." Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Do I need to come back or....?"

"No, we're good." Mingyu answered for her, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

She wanted to strangle him.

Letting out a deep breath, Y/n grabbed the outfit she had set aside off the rack – handing it over to the boy who now had a quite amused look on his face.

He always did enjoy teasing the two; more Y/n than Mingyu, since he was always able to get a reaction from her.

His best friend on the other hand, he didn't seem to care. Dismissing his attempts to poke fun at the secret very few of their circle were in on.

"Say a word, and I'll leave pins in your clothes." She gritted her teeth.

Using his free hand to metaphorically zip his lips, Jungkook turned his heel and headed for the foldable partition set up at the corner of the room.

"I ran into Hana the other day." Mingyu announced – for his friend of course.

Hana.

His ex-girlfriend.

The girl that Y/n wasn't supposed to know about.

What Mingyu didn't know was that she knew all about the girl, all thanks to his blabber mouth of a friend who had spilled all there was to know about the two's past.

During one of their many days of being overseas, Jungkook and Y/n had landed on the topic of Mingyu – a time before he was made aware of his two friend's special kind of relationship.

Hana was his first love; and from what Y/n has learned... his only.

Hana was once a trainee at the company along with the thirteen boys – a girl that Mingyu had grown up with. They have had a long history, having known each other even before he became the idol he was today – she knew him better than anyone else.

As Jungkook claimed, "She'll always hold a piece of him."

"Of course you did," Jungkook snorted from behind the bamboo divider. "I'm ninety-nine percent sure those run ins aren't coincidental."

Y/n pretended to busy herself with packing the remaining items on the rack – all while her mind ran a million miles per hour.

She was curious but she knew it was also not her place.

And definitely not the right place and time to pry.

"Looks okay?" Jungkook stepped out, his arms stretched out as he spun for the girl.

She pulled her lips into a tight smile and nodded. "Does it feel okay?"

"I think you may need to hem the pants." He shook his leg. "Can I keep these after?"

"I mean, I don't think Diesel will say no to you." She chuckled, crouching down to examine the length of the jeans – making a mental note to bring her sewing kit.

"Can I keep the jacket?" Mingyu quipped, eyeing the leather moto-style leather outerwear was sporting.

There was no doubt that this item would soon be a well desired piece by everyone once it was made available for purchase – and free clothes were free clothes.

"Sorry, I work for him. Not you." Y/n shrugged. She knew there would be no issues if they kept the garments that the brand had generously loaned the artist – much like many other brands that scrambled to place their items on the biggest boy group of not only Korea, but the world.

"I'll give it you dude, don't worry." Jungkook gave his friend a knowing look, earning an eye-roll from the girl.

Aside from Hana, the only other person that held Mingyu's heart was Jungkook. The two having an irritable bromance that gave Y/n a headache anytime they ganged up one her.

Which occurred far more often than she liked.

"Okay go change." Y/n stood from her spot, lightly pushing him towards the partition.

"You guys got plans after this? My mom made enough food for half of Korea."

"We're heading to my parents."

"We?" Jungkook coughed, sticking his head out to glance at the two.

Y/n silently sent over a look, telling him to pipe down – thankfully Mingyu didn't catch on to this.

Because he was far too busy typing away on his phone.

"What the fuck?" Jungkook mouthed to her.

"Y/n was going to spend the whole day here." Mingyu locked his phone, looking up to see his friends silently communicating. "You two good?"

"Yeah, Kook is just being annoying."

Despite having the brains, Mingyu was quite oblivious when it came to her.

There were so many telling signs, so many bells and whistles that rang for everyone – and yet, he had no clue that the girl he had roped into having a friends with benefits deal with, had feelings for him.

Who could blame her?

Not only did he look like a reincarnated Greek God, fucked like one as well; but he had all the traits any girl would dream of in a man.

He had been raised quite well.

She had fallen for his stupid smile, the one that showed all of his teeth; infecting those around him.

His stupid laugh that were practically music to her ears whenever she heard it, making her want to crack jokes continuously just so she could hear more of it.

His stupid acts of service that just came so naturally, unable to help herself from becoming putty in his hands whenever he did anything to make her day that much easier – opening bottled water, adjusting her clothes whenever they were not sitting correctly on her frame, wiping away the crumb that stuck to her chin, placing a pillow where his body once laid before slipping into the darkness of the night.

The list could go on.

To Mingyu, these actions were nothing. These were things he would do to those close to him.

But to her, the girl who had accepted the barest of bare minimum from previous lovers, it was everything.

Y/n had fallen for a man she shouldn't have. Not only because of the rules they had set, the stupid fucking rules, but also because she knew he would never give her the time of day.

She had lost count the many times he had expressed to her that relationships was not anything he dreamt of; not now and definitely not anytime soon.

His group was finally reaching the success that they had worked so tirelessly for – the endless sleepless nights, the many injuries, the tears... they were finally paying off.

A relationship wasn't something he could afford, nor did he have energy for.

"I like this. It's low maintenance." He claimed.

Low maintenance.

No daily texts or calls, no checking up; they came and go in each other's lives like the wind – passing by when they pleased.

And for a good while, she was on the same page as him. She too couldn't afford a relationship – not when she was as busy, if not more, as the seven men she worked for.

They were both on two different planets, universes even, but they shared similar worries.

Similar struggles.

But as her schedule started to slow down, with each boy slowly stepping away from the limelight to fulfill their civic duties, nights had become lonely and she began to yearn for the one thing she had been pushing off for years.

"Ready to go?" He stepped in front of her, a soft smile on his lips.

All while she was deep in her thoughts, buzzing about the room in auto-pilot, all the task she had needed done were finally complete – Mingyu taking notice of this as he stayed out of her way, choosing to converse about God-knows-what with his best friend.

Blinking her thoughts away, she mirrored his expression. "Yep."

Mingyu handed her the jacket she had slipped off once they had arrived, reaching over to pull her ponytail from under the garment as she adjusted her top.

There he goes again with doting on her...

"Stay safe, guys." Jungkook snickered as he headed for the door.

"We're going to my parents!"

"That wasn't what I meant but– hey, that too." He winked before slipping out of the room.

Y/n knew she shouldn't have agreed.

She should have made up a stupid excuse.

But just like all other times, she had given in.

Unable to resist him.

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etoiile · 2 months

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you're anti-pda. reo is pro-pda. a tale of bribery, greed. temptation, and love.

you had pretty clear views on pda. you thought it was super embarrassing and kinda weird to be all lovey-dovey whilst out and about, and that that kind of thing was much better behind closed doors. you were happy to give lots of affection to your boyfriend, reo, in the comfort of your shared home, just not so much while in public.

reo did not like your views. at all.

"but babyyyy," he whined, clinging onto you while you fought his hands off. "just one kiss. that's all im asking for. one kiss! just one!"

"first of all," you started, "we both know it wouldnt end in just one kiss." he pouted, knowing you were right. "secondly, no. we're in public."

"so?!" he whined. "pleaaaaase. don't you love me? how can you be so cruel?"

you rolled your eyes at his theatrics. "reo, no."

reo whined and sunk to the floor, fake crying. suddenly, though, he went silent, as if contemplating the meaning of his entire life.

"two weeks."

"...?"

"ill do all the chores for two whole weeks if you give me a kiss."

you gasped. this was a very tempting offer, indeed. one kiss, and you wouldnt have to do any cooking or cleaning for two whole weeks.

but then again, you were in public. it was embarrassing! indecent! plus, then he'd have the satisfaction of winning. you had a pettiness that rivaled reo's and you didn't want to give in.

reo knew all it would take was one little push and he'd get his kiss.

"please, my love?" he squeezed your hand and stared deep into your eyes, the way he knew made you flustered.

you groaned, knowing exactly what he was doing, but also at the fact that it was working. you grumbled, red-faced, and leaned in.

excited, reo crashed against you, kissing you with intensity and passion. you could practically feel the message he was trying to send silently: "i love you. i love you. i love you."

after a while, you both pulled away, breathless. you both started at each other in silence for a bit before you started leading him down the sidewalk.

"where are you going?" he asked, trailing behind you.

you smiled at him. "let's go home, hm?"

reo whooped, knowing exactly what that meant.

#ami writes 💌#just a little reo drabble bc im making a reo piece rn and im losing sleep over it #this lit took me like 10 mins to write but i lowk like it #is it good or is it reo #(it's reo)#reo x reader #reo fluff #reo drabbles #reo imagines #reo x you #reo x y/n #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk fluff #bllk x reader #blue lock drabbles #blue lock imagines

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yenqa · 3 months

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU — TEASER

READ HERE!

in which...

you hate heeseung. you hate his snobby little voice, his stupid little glasses that are too big for him, his nosiness, and his ability to prove anything or anyone wrong easily. you hate hate hate the way you try to avoid him, but somehow he’s always around, and he can’t see how much you hate him. you swear nothing could make you like him, but after you get caught in a sticky situation with him playing your knight in shining armor, you realize that maybe he isn’t so bad after all.

pairing — heeseung x fem!reader

genre — one sided enemies to lovers, highschool au, he falls first she falls harder, oblivious x obvious, tutor x tutoree (kind of), childhood friends (ish because the whole one sided enemies thing) to lovers, long fic

wordcount — teaser is 1005! fic est. 9k-13k words (hopefully not too ambitious)

warnings — profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), miscommunication, parties/underage drinking, name calling (bitch, whore, stuff like that), food

featuring — lia of itzy, miyeon of g-idle, hyung line of enhypen (sorry maknaes too many people), ocs : sooyun + teachers

disclaimer — i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.

release date — hopefully by mid march?

taglist — open! send an ask or comment to be added!

yenqa — watched the movie on the plane and i was kind of obsessed… but this does not follow the movie plot, i just thought the title fit

YOU WATCH AS THE SNOW FALLS SLOWLY TO THE GROUND

A blanket of white has got you and the guests at your house locked in for the night. You weren’t very happy with these strangers staying at your house for the night—In fact, you had just been completely shut down by your dad when you asked him to kick them out. It was obvious why he did that, but this definitely had to be your least favorite christmas out of the eight you had been through.

You snap out of your thoughts, continuing to eat whatever you had left on your plate, hesitating when you saw the amount of vegetables still left.

“Mom! I’m full.” You try to hide your plate from her, showing her instead a pout with a hand on your stomach.

It didn’t work—obviously, so you were stuck at the table, a frown on your face as you forced in the greens. Across from you, a boy your age, who didn’t seem to mind, he almost looked like he was enjoying it.

That’s impossible though, no one likes vegetables. Maybe he was doing it so Santa would get him an extra special gift?

You grumble when he finishes his place, showcasing his plate that had been licked clean to his mom. He stared at you for a second looking down at your—full plate then looking back at his mom, she said “Great job Heeseung!”. He returns his plate to the table with a smile.

Stabbing your fork back into your food, you stuff it into your face, hoping that you would enjoy it as much as Heeseung did. Again, it didn’t work, and the bitter taste returned to your mouth.

After what felt like hours of groaning and complaining, you had taken the last bite of your food, a proud smirk on your face when you made eye contact with the boy from earlier, who only smiled at you in return.

Throwing away your plastic plate, you realized that now it was present time, and Santa just had to reward you for your good deeds.

Rushing over to the tree, you spot everyone gathered around the area, opening their presents. You run to your present, recognizing the wrapping paper from last year. Looking at your mom for approval, she nods and you tear apart the paper, lifting up the box inside.

You squeal when you see the picture, you had been begging your mom for weeks for a Lego set, specifically if it was minecraft themed. And Santa had gotten you just that. You hug the box, squeezing it. You exclaim a loud “Thank you Santa!” before running up to your room to assemble the build.

Reading the directions, you start the house, quickly getting confused on how it isn’t looking like how it does in the picture.

“I think that’s the wrong piece.” A voice says, you whip your head around to see the same boy who sat across from you.

“Who are you?” Your eyebrows furrow at the sight, confused on why those were the first words he said instead of “Hi!” or something.

“My name’s Heeseung—Um, my mom told me to come upstairs and said we should be friends. Do you want to be friends?”

You huff, “I’m Y/n. Also no, I don’t want to be friends, you’re mean.” You force your legos together, frustrated already with the pieces. You continue to reread the directions, pushing—what you think are—the exact legos to the board. But it doesn’t seem like it’ll fit. Maybe if you push it harder?

“Oh—okay.” You jump slightly, too focused to realize how he's been watching you for the past few minutes. “Do you need some help?”

Yes, you need help. But did you want to accept his help? . This was your christmas gift from Santa, you shouldn’t have to share.

Glancing at the picture then to the building that had looked like an abstract rendition of it, you let out a sigh. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt, right? “Yeah, I guess.”

He takes a seat on the carpet next to you, focusing hard on the directions before breaking off the wrong pieces, reassembling it so you’ll be on the right track.

“Does this go here, do you think?” “No, it goes here.” That was a summary of what the conversation was between you, and somehow you were always the one asking the question. Sighing, you lean back, taking a short stretch break before starting again.

You’re shocked at his speed and efficiency, it almost seems like he’s always a step ahead of you. Geez does this guy ever slow down?

The roles are quickly switched as you are sitting watching him instead. Rummaging through each box only for his eyes to lighten up one he finds the right one. You watch him for a while, getting a break that you very much needed.

You hope that he waits for you to finish it, or that he doesn’t completely do it all by himself because again, it’s your Christmas gift, and he wouldn’t do that, right?

Not right, because apparently he’s a machine—he finishes the build. He stands up, pushes his stupid glasses up also and smiles at you, heading to the door. You think he’s going to say something else like “Sorry for taking away your present!” instead, he thanks you for sharing and happily skipping away.

Heeseung. Even his name infuriates you. He was very unpredictable and you hated that. Why did he just do that? He’s so rude. People don’t make sense—especially boys, they have cooties.

Your head was filled with calling him the rudest things you could think of—You even said a few curse words.

Though later you realized that you probably would never see him again, you were ecstatic, so ecstatic you had disassembled your legos just to rebuild it, to completely forget about your bad experience with the boy.

Only two weeks later were you disappointed to see that same boy, sitting across from you during dinner once again.

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sun-e-chips · 1 year

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Y/N picks up a new friend on the way to work

#very short comic just wanted to get it down #I think sun would be ecstatic about a small new friend coming to the daycare #y/n has a 10 gallon at home they can put together for the fish so don’t worry #I can imagine sun and moon with their own fish tank in their room #someone to keep them company #security breach sun #security breach moon #sundrop fanart #moondrop fanart #sundrop #moondrop #daycare attendant fanart #daycare attendant #sb sundrop #sb moondrop #sb sun #sb moon #sun x y/n #betta fish

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ahsxual · 4 months

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Good evening/morning/afternoon

Could you possibly do a patrick Verona headcannon with an s/o who loves taking care of people, constantly baking things and buying gifts and they're like the parent of the group with basically a never ending supply of everything (plasters, scarves, blankets, medicine etc) in a huge bag

Thank you!!

Pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Patrick instantly felt a strange, yet comforting feeling towards you once he noticed that you genuinely care for others: you somehow reminded his late grandfather and how he used to be so caring with him as well

He couldn't stop imagine himself with you by his side and how you would take care of each other so dearly. After all, that's all he wanted: someone who truly cares for him and knows him well, without any kind of judgment. Our poor baby just wants to be loved, be understood and love back

You eventually discovered that Patrick is actually a great cooker, so you usually bake things together and have lots of fun, since he can't hold himself to make a joke here and there

He loved spoiling you with gifts himself, so you both often fight for other's attention to prove who loves the other more, until you realized that gifts meant nothing in comparison to your physical love and deep emotional bond

Patrick considers himself the “father“ of his friend group, not allowing them to get drunk or get hurt in parties, so it was funny when you told him everyone sees you as the "Mom Friend" of the group as well. You definitely hear your friends calling you the parents of the friend group, and how you both would be so protective of your own children

He also finds it funny the fact that you carry a kit of first supplies with you, saying that you care way too much for others and how is it possible for someone to be as kind as you

"I'm not religious princess, but you're definitely convincing me that angels actually exist." or "My girlfriend/boyfriend is a goddamn nurse?! I must have won the lottery! " he would say to you, making you blush at his funny compliments towards you

Patrick genuinely feels so lucky to have you as his romantic partner and is so proud of you... he wouldn't change you for no one or anything in this world

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opudont-donut · 2 years

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woopsie longass comic

bonuses!

#LONG #moon being an asshole for 8(10) pages #fnaf sb #fnaf #fnaf security breach #moondrop #sundrop #moondrop fanart #moon x y/n #moon x reader

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ethereallocs · 10 months

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Long Live the King

[Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Twin!Fem Reader]

[Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Incest, Angst, Tension, Forced Marriage, Violence]

[Word Count: 2,437]

[Author’s Notes: This is something new that I’m writing and it’s going to be a bit different from the majority of my works. I’m honestly scared you all won’t like it, but I hope you do. There is still going to be smut involved, but not for the the next two chapters so forgive me in advance. I hope y’all enjoy the read.]

“Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it."—Lady Macbeth, William Shakespeare’s Macbeth

Chapter One

The sound of metal striking pierced the air as you and your brother Aemond sparred. This was your favorite pastime; besting your brother. He smiled at you with that mischievous grin while you kept up your defense waiting for him to strike. He lunged forward with his sword pointed at you and you ducked under his arm spinning so now your backs were against one another. You enjoyed this time with him, he often said that you were the only person other than Ser Criston that could keep up with him.

He pushed back against you making you fly forward. He quickly turned to you and swept your feet from underneath you and you landed on your ass wincing at the harsh feeling of the ground hitting your tail bone. He laughed in his triumph and held his hand out to you. “Better luck next time, dear sister.” You smacked his hand out of your face standing to your feet on your own. Ser Criston clicked his tongue, “Princess, there is no need to be a sore loser.”

You rolled your eyes putting your weapon away and grabbing a goblet before a servant ran to fill your cup. “It is quite alright, Ser Criston my brother has finally managed to beat me after five rounds of me knocking him on his ass. I guess it is only right that I let him win at least once.” You snickered and looked back at him and he was more than annoyed with you. You sauntered off making your way to your chambers and Aemond was close behind you.

You heard his quick footsteps catching up and you slowed your pace so he could. Without warning he yanked you by the arm and pushed you against the stone wall. “Ao va moriot mazverdagon nyke se mittys, jorrāelagon mandia.” (“You always make me the fool, dear sister.”) You smiled letting a finger trace over his jawline. “Iksan vaoreznuni, lēkia. Yn ao mazverdagon ziry sīr easy.” (“I am sorry, brother. But you make it so easy.”)

You knew how to push his buttons even slightly and he loved that about you. You lit a fire within his belly and it made him even with his eye gone and the deep scar that was etched within his skin he felt like the most confident man in King’s Landing. The two of you were inseparable and the love you shared for one another was as strong as Valyrian steel. It was bond that could never be broken and the two of you would make sure that it was never severed. Even though it was obvious the two of you longed for one another, but neither of you took the liberty of making it known.

Tonight was the night their sister Rhaenyra and her brood of bastards were coming to visit King’s Landing. Your father was incoherent and you wondered why they continued to keep him alive when he clearly was suffering. Honestly you believed he was holding out for his first born child and you wished he held the same love for you as he did her, but you knew that was never to be. Your brothers were bitter and cold behind it Helaena didn’t pay it any mind she was too busy within her own world and spitting out riddled prophecies and you were just indifferent. You held resentment for Rhaenyra your father loved her with his very being and he would do all he could do to protect her.

You figured it was the guilt for deciding his first wife’s fate. It was brutal and you could understand his stance. Nonetheless you still wished he could’ve been that father for you. Now your nephews…you despised them for maiming your brother. You were there to help him in the fight, but things just went too far. You heard of their arrival and you did not wish to greet them. You were in the training yard watching your brother train while you read a book about Old Valyria before The Doom.

You all knew about Lord Vaemond’s plans to fight for Driftmark. You and your brother found it quite amusing and you both made it a point to be very present at this meeting. Before, the main event was to happen Ser Criston Cole interrupted your brothers training and your reading time. “My Prince and Princess you mother and Grandsire wish to speak with you.” Upon entering your mothers private chambers Alicent looked to you with a smile that was meant to be warm, but you had a sickening feeling within your belly.

Aemond seemed a little worried watching your grandfather emerge from the shadows and Aegon was seated a few mere feet away; drunk as usual. He was so disgusting you thought, but your intrusive thoughts were quickly interrupted when your mothers voice broke through. “Y/N this is to be a marvelous day, dearest. You are betrothed.” Your face lit up had they finally decided to marry you and Aemond? You looked to him and he was in shock, but he seemed proud. But that joy was to be very short lived. “Really mother? To whom?”

“To Aegon, my love.” Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach. The first face you looked for was your twin’s. He looked mortified his expression depicted all you were feeling and thinking at once. “You’re going to make me marry that cunt?” You quickly became infuriated…knowing all to well who and what Aegon was. He was a beast of a man. Callous, uncaring, and worst of all he took advantage of women. “This is who you want me to marry? A man who treats women like nothing, but mere objects he can fuck whenever he feels like it whether they want him or not. This is to be my life?”

“Y/N he will be a great husband to you…” Otto placed a hand on your shoulder to reassure you and you shrugged away shaking your head in disbelief. “I would’ve rather spend the rest of my life with one of Rhaenyra’s bastards then to spend one minute with this pig!” You were breaking and the tears welled within your eyes threatening to fall. Aegon laughed at your outcry and Aemond stood silent seething trying to keep his composure. “Dear sister, I promise you don’t have to worry about me trying to bed you…I don’t think I could stomach it.” He laughed loudly and that sent Aemond into a rage. How dare he speak of you as if you weren’t the goddess that you are.

He sprang forward and his fist hit him square in the face. Aegon had been knocked out in his seat. His head completely leaned back and his mouth agape. “Don’t you dare speak of her in that way, you fucking craven!” He hissed with anger and you were too distraught to say another word. You ran into the hall going to The Dragonpit to see your dragon Fyrefly. It was as if a dam had broken ad your tears just began to fall. It was if Fyrefly could sense your distress and she quickly came when you called. “Fyrefly, māzigon naejot nyke.” (“Fyrefly, come to me.”) A growl bellowed within her stomach and you smiled feeling the warmth of her iridescent scales warmed your hand. “Lykiri…” (“Calm down.”) Fyrefly lowered herself anxious for you to mount her. You obliged and rubbed the side of her neck feeling her breathing.

“Sōvēs.” (“Fly.”) Fyrefly ran forward and spread her wings lifting you into the air. You felt the wind hitting your face and in your hair and The Red Keep was beginning to become smaller and smaller. You stretched out your arms as the beast flew higher into the clouds and you felt…free. You always felt something soothing when you were riding on dragonback. Fyrefly was one of the fastest dragon known in King’s Landing and one of the most beautiful. Her scales were the color of coral and her scales gave off a pearlescent sheen. When the sun shined on her it was quite a site to see. Much time had passed and you realized you had missed Lord Vaemond’s council with your Grandfather. It was time to go home.

Arriving back your were greeted by Aemond who was upset with your sudden escape. He pulled you in for a hug and whispered in your ear. “I will not let him have you…you are mine.” He looked into your eyes and you his. So much passion within it how did you not see it before. You were a few mere inches away from each others lips. His hand cupping your face, you leaned into its warmth. His breathing became heavy, but you were quickly interrupted by a dragon-keeper passing by. Aemond cleared his throat and you realized he was dressed in a green tunic ready for dinner. “Wait, what happened with Vaemond and Driftmark?” He chuckled at the thought and took your hand to fill you in while you both made your way to dinner with your “family”.

“What!?…Daemon cut off his head!? And I missed it..” You and Aemond were laughing and seemed to have forgotten about what happened earlier, but the two of you were quickly interrupted by the sounds of your father talking at dinner. You took your seats and a servant came to fill your cups with wine. At first things were rather hostile for you with your problems and the problems your family had with Rhaenyra and her house. But, Alicent and your sister pretended to try and get along for the sake of the King. It was disheartening to see him in such decay. You all laughed and seemed to be enjoying each others company, but Viserys began to groan in pain and he was quickly taken away. Once he was gone the chaos ensued.

You could feel the shift and you knew your brother was up to no good when it came to Jacaerys and Lucerys when a roasted pig on a platter came in the room and they began to laugh. Your brother stood to toast to your nephews and you looked to them in distain. They thought what they did to him was still all fun and games, but you knew all too well the grudge he held for them after all these years. “Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace… Luke… and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… hm… strong.” Your mother hissed his name to silence him in which he turned to her with a disgusted glare. “Come… let us drain our cups to these three…Strong boys.”

Jacaerys stood to his feet if looks could kill he would’ve burned a hole into your brothers head. “I dare you to say it again.” You knew it had gone to far and Aemond needed someone to take all of his frustration out on and you were not about to let him go off the deep end. “Aemond…please.” You whispered taking his hand in your his eye darted to you, but his pride became much larger than his affections for you at this very moment. “Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”

Jacaerys sprang forth from where he stood punching Aemond in the face and you stood up knocking him back and Aegon followed taking the youngest Strong pushing his face into the table. While your mother and sister tried wrangling all of you in. Rhaenyra sent them away and Daemon stopped Aemond in his track as he attempted to follow behind them. You took his hand and looked into his eye letting him know it was now over at-least for now. “Aemond…Come now…” The two of you went back to your chambers so that he could blow off steam.

He paced back and forth mumbling to himself in fury. You had never seen him like this so blood thirsty. You didn’t know if you liked seeing this side of him or if you terrified. Honestly it was a mix of both. You approached him turned him to face you. You placed your hands on his face and he melted into them. Forgetting about everything that plagued his mind. “Brother…I will follow you to ends of the realm…truly you must know this. You cannot provoke them this way…believe me I know of your anger. I see it every day but we will have our day with them. That I promise you.”

“We need to find a way to ruin this wedding. You know what he will do to me..Aemond.” Aemond embraced you burying his face into her silver tresses inhaling your scent. “I told you he will not have you and that is a promise. And I think I know a way. But, it is a rather treacherous act…” You looked to him with curiosity in your eyes. “What do you mean, my love?” He thumb followed you jawline and he kissed your forehead. “I will not tell you right away, Y/N. I need to plan it out and I will let you know. I have to leave you I’m sure our Grandsire and our mother will be having my head tonight.”

You knew what he meant…when he said treacherous. At times the two of you often jested about it. Killing Aegon…it was always laughable..sometimes you often wondered if your brother was being serious. He did have many reasons and your undying loyalty to Aemond would let him lead you into a dark abyss if that is what he wished. You thought Aemond would make a most excellent king…you knew of Otto’s plans to put Aegon on the throne, but he was undeserving and followed his animalistic appetites too often, for him to be noble and levelheaded.

He was going to be a plague on King’s Landing and even though your brother said he would figure it out, you were the most cunning of the two and he was trying to keep you out of the loop, but you would not lay and wait for him to do what needed to be done. You stayed up most of the night pacing back and forth in your dark room unable to sleep. And finally it came to you. You knew exactly how to isolate him and get him right where you wanted him. You made your way to Aemond’s room from the secret passageway and you hopped on top of him to wake him.

You could say you looked psychotic or for better words unhinged with that sinister smile on your face. “I know how we are to kill our brother…”

To be continued…

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