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Could you do inexperienced Aemond with an experienced partner

Teaching A Dragon New Tricks

Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.2k+

About: You and Prince Aemond have been giving each other eyes for some time now, and he finally makes the first move. After that, you feel comfortable showing him a few things. His drive for knowledge extends beyond books.

Includes: Aemond being a cute noobie (nerd), having an awakening to the magic of women, and explicit sexual content! Featuring male masturbation, vaginal fingering, and fem receiving oral.

Note: Hello lovely reader! My first ever request ahhhhh! This was seriously so much fun to think about and write. It's my first time writing this dynamic. I hope I did your request justice! As always, please enjoy! ♥

The first time Aemond kissed you he almost missed your lips. That’s not how any prince in the storybooks acted – they always knew how to make pretty maidens swoon.

Surely Aemond’s misaim was a jest? Although… you’d never known, or witnessed, him being the jesting type.

You looked up at him wide-eyed and surprised. You held your breath high in your throat, and Aemond must have too, judging by how his nostrils flared. Blood bloomed beneath his alabaster cheeks. His single eye desperately searched yours.

Had he misunderstood all of your shared experiences? Brief and in passing as some of them might have been? Had Aegon told him to “kiss her, brother. Why haven’t you yet? When you do, make sure to hold her throat like this and move your tongue through her mo–” he’d stopped listening at that point, blinking puzzlingly at the mental image of choking you for a kiss. He couldn’t imagine how that’d be enjoyable.

Yet, now he wondered if he should have done exactly what Aegon said.

“I– I’m sor–,” he started, taking half a step back. Embarrassment burned his pride.

You blinked, then, eyes sparkling with some sort of secret amusement. “Aemond Targaryen… dragon prince and rider of Vhagar…,” you said slyly. “Have you never kissed anyone before?”

If he blushed before, he damn near combusted with the absolute ease in which you read him. “Am I that obvious?”

A giggle answered his nervous question. Light, and airy, the sound full of magic like spring-pink flowers twirling in the wind. Were it anyone else you might have turned away with no intention of seeking a second. But, with Aemond? Since becoming a lady-in-waiting for Helaena you’d been smitten by him. You stepped forward, toe to toe with the tall, lithe, sheepish prince, and placed your hands on his chiseled face. “Let’s try that again, silly prince…,” you said before standing on your tippy toes to press your lips to his in a much more well-aimed kiss.

It was that day, in the soft sunbeams of Helaena’s empty bedchamber, that you showed Aemond the art of kissing until both of your lips were swollen. He learned wickedly fast.

After breaking fast it was a ritual for Helaena and her children to spend time in the gardens – rain or shine. Luckily it’d been sunny for a few days and last week’s downpour finally dried from the top soil. During these hours there never seemed to be a dull moment. You were sent off by the kids with nothing but a linen bag and a mission of finding bugs. They were putting together an insectarium and needed any and everything that crawled. It was a fun break. Fresh air and sunshine brought out the natural colors of your hair as it slowly loosened from its careful bun.

Before you knew it you were away from the main crowds and pathways. Insects buzzed in the air; quiet and secluded.

Just as you crouched down, a familiar voice called your name right when a jumping spider inspected your palm. “Shouldn’t you be training, my prince?” You asked as you looked over your shoulder to regard Aemond with your little bug friend.

If he cared about the spider he showed no sign of it. He crouched beside you and gently pushed you onto your back, grinning down at you like the trickster you were learning him to be. Sunlight hit his face and softened his otherwise sharp features. “Not with the sword. I’d rather train other things,” he said in a voice much too huskily. His mouth was on yours. With any luck the spider successfully jumped away and not into yours or his hair. “I haven’t stopped thinking about kissing you since the last time I did.”

For someone who literally just learned how to do that he was really good at it. A soft moan vibrated your lips against his. Your hands trailed up the front of his chest and neck, pushing away a stray bit of hair that tickled your collarbone. “Greedy prince…,” you giggled against his mouth, daring to nip his bottom lip.

“Perhaps you should have thought twice before showing me such things,” he replied. His free hand lifted to carefully lay over your throat; putting to first use the trick he learned from Aegon. Your reaction – arching beneath him – had his pupil swelling. "You like that?"

You nodded with a breathless smile. "Yeah. Not too hard though. It feels good just there," you purred, thighs pressing together as warmth built and collected in your core. The heavy kissing and exploring nibbles felt as if you were making up for lost time; Aemond One-Eye starved of affection. Muscles in your belly tightened and it took all you had to pull away from him, eyes dreamy and half-lidded. "Aemond… I want you to touch me. Please," your voice rasped. Wanton.

He looked at you curiously. "I am touching you," he answered, dipping to rub the tip of his nose against yours.

You fought another giggle. "No, my prince, I mean really touch me." You bent an elbow to lean up on it and carefully grabbed his hand with your other. In a guided trail, you swept his palm from your neck to your thigh and watched his expression all the while. "Have you ever pleasured a woman before?"

Color rose in his face, and even in the midmorning sun his pupil swelled. The strained tightness in the front of his trousers throbbed against where he leaned against you. "No," he half croaked. "Will… will you teach me like you did the other day with your kiss?" He squeezed your thigh with his question, marveling at the softness.

"Yes," you answered with an inward hiss. Gripping his wrist you added, "not here. Anyone could be around. And I am to be with princess Helaena all day. Tonight?"

"Not tonight. Now," he said.

“I cannot just leave her and her children behind!”

Some might not believe it, but Prince Aemond had tiny dimples when he smirked. Dimples. He leaned into the crook of your neck and kissed, then bit, and kissed again. Goosebumps tickled his lips when he said, “good thing the princess is my sister and I’m not obliged to her law.” Without giving you a chance to protest he stood and pulled you to your feet. He guided you back to the main path and paid little mind to bystanders.

“Brother, where are you taking her?” Helaena asked once she saw the two of you – his arm wrapped around your back as if for support.

“I found her off the path. She’s fainted. I’m taking her to her room,” he replied swiftly; the dirt on your back making his lie appear genuine.

Once inside the Red Keep, instead of taking you in the direction of your sleeping quarters, he took you to his. You two were able to sneak inside and latch the door without anyone seeing. You'd been in here before, but never under these circumstances. Excitement fluttered in your core and when his mouth found yours again you buzzed with anticipation. "Someone is eager…," you muttered playfully against his lips.

"Says the maiden who's given into the carnal desires of flesh outside of wedlock," he scolded against the side of your neck, nipping. "You unholy creature."

You gasped at the sensation of his teeth. "You might be surprised to know things aren't as strict among the smallfolk as it is with you nobles," you whizzed in response. "I'm quite glad to be born where I was. You royals are so uptight."

Through the banter Aemond led you towards his bed until the backs of your legs bumped against the edge of it. When you fell backwards with him above you, his silky pale hair like a curtain around your face, you wanted nothing else than to stay there for countless hours. "Are you going to keep babbling or show me how to make you feel good?" His smirk had an edge of darkness and you wondered if he was being entirely honest with you in regard to his experience.

Aemond wasn't lying. Truthfully, he hadn't any experience. That didn't mean he hadn't "accidentally" read about things here and there in sordid library books. And having Aegon as a brother meant he was victim to unsolicited advice and peer pressure often. The books were out of curiosity, whereas Aegon’s taunts were simply annoying.

He had an idea of how things worked. Though, he never had the opportunity to act upon such things.

"Aemond… if you don't start doing something I think you'll drive me positively insane."

Following the passive command, his hand began slowly trailing up your leg. He pushed your skirts up as he did so, allowing the fabric to bunch up until it barely covered your smallclothes. His gaze shifted from between his hand and your face – eager to see your reaction. "Something like this, right?"

Against your will, you arched beneath him and grinned breathlessly. "Yeah," you replied. The scratch of his skin on yours had your core flexing with a need beyond your control. "A little higher still…," you said, smiling.

Shifting his weight, he laid on his side, now, able to look from your face to the space between your thighs that was becoming more and more exposed. The backs of his fingers brushed along your covered mound and you jolted, narrowly missing crashing your forehead to his chin. "Are you okay?"

Blushing, you squeaked, "yes."

"Are you sure? You nearly headbutted me."

"Shh.. shut up!" You laughed, embarrassed. "Gods. Keep doing that, there, feels so good," you said as you pulled your skirts higher up your front. Intentional or not, his teasing made you, somehow, want him even more. "Actually… these are just in the way," you added, tugging your own underwear off.

He watched you with surprise in his eye. He'd never seen this side of you – or any woman, in that fact – and with each passing moment the prince felt an undiscovered part of himself roar to life. He liked it. Pulse drummed in his chest and behind his ears, and he had to steady his hand as he lowered it to cup your bare mound. Breath quickly hitched in his throat. "You're so warm," he whispered, shuddering. The pads of his fingers pressed curiously along the outside of your folds and he bit down on his own lower lip to stifle a sound he’d never quite made before. “And slick.”

You allowed the sound he bit back to flow freely from your throat. “Surely you know how it works…,” you teased, thighs opening more than they already were. “Women get wet where men get hard.” His touch was curious and inexperienced, yet something about it was endearing and made your belly tighten. When he grazed your clit you whimpered, melting into the mattress. “Right there,” you whispered thickly. “Is my pearl. It’s very sensitive and the center of a woman’s pleasure,” you added, voice and cheeks sultry alike.

The front of Aemond’s pants had never been tighter. He turned quickly off the bed to kneel at the end of it, pulling your legs until you were right where he wanted. His attention flickered between your face and that needy space between your thighs; glistening and pink with desire. One hand held you open while the thumb of the other grazed all over your parted slit, exploring. Soft wet sounds accentuated your panting. The pressure of his thumb shifted from firm to light, and he tested different types of strokes, tearing his focus from your cunt only to watch your face for your reaction. “Here?” He questioned, sliding over your swollen bud.

Your hands tightened in his bedding. A moan came from your slackened jaw and you nodded down at him, watching him observe you. “Yes.”

He circled it, slid across it, and stroked along it. The sounds you made shot right to his cock and made his head heavy as if he’d drank too much wine. In tandem with some of his motions he saw the way your little opening clenched and relaxed around nothing; arousal seeping out of you lewdly, pleadingly, driving him to the brink of madness. He throbbed in his pants. Without entirely realizing it, he opened the front of them to let his cock free. He sighed at the freeing sensation. He groaned something in High Valyrian, cuntdrunk at the sight of you spread open so prettily.

"Push a finger in. I want to feel you," you said down at him breathlessly, one of your hands moving to gently cup the side of his head. If you thought him roguishly dashing before, seeing him here and now, knelt and learning the ways of your body, made him tenfold. It was all too much. Aemond Targaryen, despite his virginity, might very well bring you to the height of pleasure.

He did as instructed: thumb slipped easily into you and you both gasped at the same time. He'd never felt anything quite like the sensation of you. Warm – no, hot – slippery, and spongy.

"Oh fuck…," you moaned softly. The hand at the side of his head squeezed into his hair, practically tugging at his ear. "More, my prince, please. Try a different finger and move it around inside me." It was a surprise you could speak so clearly as lust blazed through your entire form.

Aemond slipped his thumb out and replaced it with his index. The moan that elicited from you sent him crazy. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered reading something from somewhere: using one's mouth to get a woman ready for coupling. He hadn't a clue where, or how, or what, but before he could talk himself out of it his mouth was on you. If his touch felt good on your pearl, then surely his tongue might too.

"Oh my Gods..! No.. you don't have to do that," you blushed, fingernails clawing into his scalp as you stared down at him dumbfounded. In your experience men rarely did this to women, and less enjoyed the act of it.

"Does it feel good?" He asked with sincerity, not wanting to hurt you with his inexperience.

"Yes!"

He smirked and went back to it. Tongue and lips were tentative and unsure, as was his finger still pressed into you, but it hardly stopped you from finding both amusement and bliss in it. He licked all over your folds with the flat of his tongue; tang and salt and a hint of sweetness overtaking his senses. He hadn't a clue how he'd gone so long without experiencing this. Remembering what you said about moving his finger, he did just that. He swirled it around between your slick velvety walls and reveled in how you felt wrapped around his digit.

"Mmf…!" You panted, gripping tighter into his hair. "Keep doing that. With your tongue on my pearl, too," you simpered, the low muscles in your belly flipping and tightening.

The young prince was eager to listen and learn. He followed your instruction. He even dared to add his middle finger too, slowly moving and curling them around. You were so wet, and warm, and tight around him. If you felt like this around his fingers he could only imagine what you'd feel like around his cock. He moaned at the thought, lapping your clit with more confidence and enthusiasm.

You were trying so hard to keep your legs open and relaxed for him, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. For someone who claimed to never have done this before it still felt wonderful. Any time his mouth would begin to stray away from where you wanted him, you pushed him back where he needed to be. The combination of your gently rolling pelvis, pleasured sounds, and hold in his hair, kept him on track. Shifting your legs around a bit, you slung one over his shoulder. The slight change had him finding a spot along your walls that had you seeing stars. "Right there!" You preened, thighs squeezing to lock him in place.

"Is it too much?" He asked, a little taken back with your sudden reaction to whatever it was he'd been doing.

When you looked down at him you nearly lost it. Your arousal glossed his mouth and he looked, somehow, innocent and wild alike. "Yes! But no… keep going. Please don't stop," you whined, desperate, using your hand still tangled in his hair to guide him back down to you.

Even with his jaw aching for a break, he obeyed. He kept his fingers right there where you seemed to really like it, curling and massaging along a section that felt a little different than the rest of the area. He stayed on your bundle of nerves, too, flicking and lapping and relishing every single noise his attention pulled from you. His free hand pumped along his cock; aching and rigid and feeling like it could burst at any second. He moaned into you. He wasn't going to last.

Pleasure peaked and your thighs squeezed around his head again. "Aemond!" You mewled at the top of your climax, the entirety of your womanhood pulsing and shuddering with release.

He couldn't hold back his own release. Never before had he heard his name said like that or called out like that – never experienced the excitement of a spasming cunt. He spent himself as he groaned into you. The last spills of his seed dribbled down his fist while the earlier, more powerful, ropes already began to soak into his bedding.

Your thighs finally relaxed around him and you gently pushed his head away, too sensitive for more. A sheen of sweat collected on your forehead and you felt heat high in your cheeks. Blushed, panting, and satisfied, you looked down at Aemond with bright sparkling eyes. "I don't believe you. You had to have done all of that before."

Slick coated his mouth and chin. His single eye was black with more emotions than you could read and he looked damn near wicked. "More," be said greedily as he squeezed your thighs; already a man addicted.

What had you awoken in the dragon prince? Your chest rose and fell with labored breaths, eyes communicating more than your mouth was currently capable of.

Just then, a knock on his door broke both of you out of the post-orgasm stupor.

He cleared his throat and said, "what is it?" in only a slightly trembling voice.

"Prince Aemond, you are being summoned to the small council meeting."

Annoyance washed over him and he swallowed it with a sigh. "I will be there shortly."

When no other sound came from the door, he tucked himself away and stood from where he'd been kneeling. "You're lucky, my lady, to be off the hook." He grinned cheekily and self-satisfied. He offered his clean hand to help you up before going to wash the other along with his face.

"There's more I can show you another time, if you'd like," you said as you straightened your garb to return to regular duties – as if Aemond hadn't just given you one of the best, if a bit clumsy, orgasms. "You're a very fast learner."

"We can continue to put that to the test," he said with a dark glimmer behind his eye. His angular features were sly in a way you'd never seen before, and you wondered what sort of things simmered in his mind.

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webslingingslasher · 2 months

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wait now that i think ab it. spidey would be an elite pizza delivery guy bc he could just swing everywhere

if peters dead parents money ever runs out, he should either pimp himself out to ethan or become a delivery guy <333 (peter would hate me so bad for even saying this jkskdksl)

so funny you say this! here's a wip i have from working at a pizza place w peter <3

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“I know you’re fucking me over and I won’t leave until you say it.” You blink, he’s in a red shirt, an employee. He’s upset, you’d imagine his eyebrows are furrowed but you couldn’t see them under the curls that rested on his forehead, his tone playful but serious. He’s awfully cute, he looks just a tad bit familiar, you assume you’ve seen him around campus once or twice, it seemed nearly the entire staff were students.

You check for a name tag, it’s missing.

“Parker, meet the new hire. New hire, meet Parker.”

You wave shyly, “hi, Parker.”

“Oh, I’m not-”

Joe cuts him off, “Kid, take her to get some shirts, then you can come back in and we’ll talk about you missing shifts.” Parker narrows his eyes at his boss then back down, “alright,” he directs his attention towards you, “follow me, nooby.” With a final handshake to your new boss you follow him out the room, he takes you to the left and behind a stack of lockers laid uniform shirts and aprons.

“I say take one for every shift you plan to work plus one, then you can let the laundry go for an extra day.” He winks at you. You smile and look for your size, stacking four shirts and tucking them under your arm. Before you can ask him where you know him from, his name is called.

“Parker! Three on east side up, you got thirty!”

The kid groans, and even though you don’t understand the dynamic yet, you still work there. That means you’re in the trenches with everyone here, he looks at you and complains. “See? I told you, fucking with me.” Parker rolls his eyes and races down the hall, and makes a pit stop at Joe’s office to point at him, “you’re fucking with me.”

You can hear his laugh from where you were. A job was a job, and job’s suck, but this one seemed a little less sucky than normal.

#thanks anon!

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medstudentblues · 5 months

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i had a biochem review and exam today which went well! but most of the concepts i forgot. i felt refreshed after! i’m just glad the michaelis-menten curve is waaay easier to understand now compared to two years ago, when i was noobie freshman lol.

i napped after which lasted until 4pm (oops!), cleaned for 4-5 hrs the mess that have accumulated in the past three weeks, studied, ironed my uniforms, and now it’s 2am and i’m just—FINALLY, relaxing after a looong day. it’s sunday tomorrow, my favorite day and my last day off in probably one and a half month, and i’m excited! ☺️

#studyspo #studyblr #study #studycommunity #bujo #desk #productivity #bookblr #bullet journal #notebook #tbhstudying #myhoneststudyblr #notebookist #noodledesk #stuhde #lawyerd #adelinestudiess

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teecupangel · 2 months

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Ad Altaïr Anon

Curse ye Tumblr! Why must you prevent me from showing the image of t-posing Altair moments before being sucked into The Cube!! (it's absolutely not me being a first-time nooby asker who has never sent a link through ask ever nu-uh it's all tumblr)

maybe this link will work instead, I'm slightly better with imgur links at least :v

https://imgur.com/a/Hl2elSH

And yeah that's it! I never put one on my computer myself simply because i once tried to mod minecraft in the olden days and messed up so badly that I figured i should just leave that sort of stuff alone.

But AH, my heart! The future and doomed Desmond giving them that slight control over the grey so maybe this Desmond wouldn't have to die 😭

but also lol oh boy would Altair get lost in the sauce surfing the web! It worse than when he was alive with the apple because now he doesn't have to eat, drink, or sleep so someone has to pry him out of the web every once in a while.

(The only real modding I’ve done in a long time was for Mugen back in those days. To be honest though, my brother helped me add characters and stuff hahaha)

The “Altaïr interrupts Desmond’s game using an ‘ad’” idea and its sorta prequel sorta sequel for those curious

“We need to talk about Altaïr’s internet addiction.”

Desmond stared at Shaun’s solemn expression for a fraction of a second before he turned his attention back to the instant noodles he was having for lunch.

He didn’t really like soggy noodles.

“Desmond, this is serious.” Shaun placed his hands on the table and towered over Desmond who was hunched to make it easier to eat his noodles.

That was a bad move.

Desmond could just as easily headbutt his nose at this distance.

“I’m listening, Shaun.” Desmond replied half-heartedly before eating once more.

He didn’t understand why Shaun wanted to talk to him about Altaïr’s internet addiction. It wasn’t like Desmond could stop the man from scouring every web page available in Wikipedia in his endless pursuit of knowledge.

… not that he would want to anyway.

“Desmond, Altaïr has been using the computer 24/7. We have to keep the AC on just to make sure the computer doesn’t overheat. Together with the electricity needed for the Animus and our other devices, two of which are now fully being used by Ezio and Connor-”

Desmond slowly raised his head so Shaun would have a warning to pull away. It was still a close call, Desmond’s head almost knocking against Shaun’s nose but Shaun stood and crossed his arms while Desmond took a sip of the soup before asking, “Are you… are you trying to talk to me about our upcoming electric bill?”

“Not ‘ours’ but the building we’re ‘piggy backing’ from.” Shaun clarified, “They’ll definitely think something is up when they see the sudden spike.”

“Then isn’t this too late already?” Desmond countered lightly, “The bill’s gonna come sooner or later. Might just be better for us to book it.”

Shaun grimaced but did not deny it.

Desmond sighed before he said, “How about this. I’ll tell Altaïr to find us a new safehouse and take care of the logistics and stuff. That’ll be his punishment for skyrocketing some random business’ electric bill.”

Shaun opened his mouth, most probably to argue, so Desmond asked, “Unless you already have the next safehouse in mind?”

Shaun sighed as he said, “I’ll tell the others about it. You tell Altaïr about his punishment.”

Desmond waved his hand before lowering his head to continue eating while Shaun stormed out of the dining room, most probably to bother Rebecca.

Or complain to her.

Maybe both.

Probably both.

Desmond waited until he could no longer hear Shaun’s footsteps before turning to look at his phone that was lying next to the cup noodles.

“Congrats, Altaïr. You got what you wanted.” Desmond mumbled.

His phone’s screen lit up and showed Altaïr in front of his homescreen, arms crossed as he said, “Not yet. Not until we’ve finally settled in a more secured location.”

“More secured.” Desmond snorted, “Just say the internet is too slow for you here.”

“Hm.” Altaïr didn’t even bother to give him a proper reply.

Nor deny it.

“Well, at least wait until midnight before sending the plan to everyone.” Desmond reminded him, “Otherwise, Shaun’s going to find out this was your plan from the start.”

“I know. I’m not a fool, Desmond.” Altaïr said calmly before adding, “Eat a fruit or have salad after that.”

“I’ll eat an apple, alright.” Desmond rolled his eyes, “Please don’t repeat to me how bad it is for my body to keep eating instant noodles.”

Altaïr sighed, “Fine. I’ll leave you with your pathetic excuse for a meal then.”

“Thanks.” Desmond sarcastically said, watching as the screen of his phone turned off.

And he can finally eat in peace…

… soggy noodles.

Damn it.

#assassin's creed #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #shaun hastings #ask and answer

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raywritessometimes · 2 years

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How Demons Say Goodbye

Summary: Takes place after season 2 of Black Butler (spoiler warning!). After Ciel is turned into a demon, Sebastian says a last goodbye to Y/N before leaving with the earl.

Grimreaper! reader x Sebastian Michaelis

Wk: 1.5k

TW: slight angst? Kinda fluffy tbh

“Well this one’s got a particularly nasty record, ” Ronald exclaimed, watching reels of film stream from the body on the alley floor. “Murdered his wife and daughter. Tsk, tsk. That’s a big no-no.”

“Oh, that’s nothing. You see some twisted things after being on the job long enough,” you reply. “I once had a doctor who would steal the pinky toes off of newborn babies as payment for their delivery. The problem was that he wasn’t a very good doctor and a lot of children died.” In truth that wasn’t even close to some of the other things you’d witnessed, but scaring off the noobie seemed like a bad idea.

“Why'd he take their pinky toes?”

“It’s best not to question people’s intentions too much,” Will said from where he was inspecting the body on the ground. “Just enough to get an accurate reading on them. It is impossible to completely understand someone, and asking fruitless questions like ‘Why pinky toes instead of big toes’ is-”

“Hello? Are you three done?” Grell whined from her place leaning against the alley wall, watching people pass by on the main street. “It’s one body. Come on, I’m getting bored.”

Thump

“Ooh, a present? Pour moi?” A small table and four chairs had appeared in the alleyway, seemingly out of nowhere, with four cups of tea and a black box set on top of it. “I wonder what’s inside,” Grell said and moved to open the box.

“Would you please go see what she’s on about, Y/N?” Will grimaced, rolling his eyes, and returning to the body. You started walking over and examined the table. It was walnut wood cut to precision, with complimenting high-backed seats. Steam rose from the porcelain cups of tea in the cold London air. Upon closer inspection, the cups were filled with a rosy amber liquid that had been steeped to perfection and emitted the faintest smell of chrysanthemum.

And then there was the black box. The white silk ribbon it had been tied with was now discarded on the table, as Grell had already opened it up and picked out the contents within. You knew who had laid the table. Sebastian Michaelis. The only question left was-

“CIEL PHANTOMHIVE IS DEAD!” Grell shrieked, as she read off of the card she had found in the box. You grabbed the card from Grell’s hand, and read it again. Ciel Phantomhive is dead. You ran out of the alley, and onto the street, ignoring Will’s calls after you. He could handle the wild reapers for just a moment. It didn’t surprise you to hear that Ciel was dead after all that had happened last night. Memories flashed through your head of the labyrinth, the fighting, and the new contract. You’d witnessed it all until Sebastian had left with Ciel’s body to get his soul back. Maybe Ciel really was dead. Still, it didn’t hurt to double-check with Sebastian, right?

You scanned your surroundings until you found him. His tall figure hurried away along the rooftops, as shoppers and civilians continued their life below. You jumped up onto the closest building and chased after him.

He stopped at the edge above another alleyway when he felt you catch up to him, and you took one last leap to join him on the rooftop.

“Is Ciel really dead?” You asked.

“I figured you’d already know the answer to that question, Miss Y/N,” he said, turning around to face you. The demon’s handsome face looked at you, and you couldn’t help but admire it as you had many times before. Spotless skin, nearly as white as snow, but with just enough color to seem human. Thin lips which formed a perfectly crafted smile. And his eyes. A beautiful shade of red, like wine spilled after a night of fun.

“Will decided that he’d handle all souls that have been put into contracts,” you replied. “I never got to see the file.”

“I see,” Sebastian said, shifting his head. “No. The young master is not dead. Per Hannah’s contract, he has been turned into a demon, and I am to remain his butler.” You scrunched your brow. The events of last night had been chaotic, to say the least, but you weren’t expecting this. You couldn’t picture the young earl as a demon. He was too young, and his soul was supposed to go to Sebastian after their contract ended. Now if what Sebastian said was true, he was to serve the young demon forever. You knew he couldn't be happy about that, and hoped that he wouldn't come to resent the boy.

"I'm sorry," you reply. "What will you do now?"

"Whatever the young master wishes. For now, that means leaving London."

"Will you come back?"

"I don't know." You felt a small pang in your chest upon hearing those words. You'd become quite fond of the earl, and his butler, and despite that reapers weren't supposed to interact with humans or demons, you felt rather attached to the pair. Specifically Sebastian. You knew that nothing would come of those feelings, but you felt them nonetheless. Sebastian and Ciel would be gone for months at the least, forever at most. Even if they did come back, you might be reassigned to a new city before seeing them again. It hurt to think that this might be your last time seeing the demon.

"Can I do something selfish before you go?" You asked.

"I am merely a butler, Miss Y/N, you can do whatever you want." It pained you to hear him speak like that, knowing that he would never get his freedom so long as he served Ciel. You stepped forward anyway until only inches separated your bodies, and you could see the orange flecks in his crimson eyes. A feeling of lightheadedness washed over you, and you were reminded of the time you and Sebastian danced together at the Trancy Ball.

You leaned forward and brushed your lips against his cheek. A mere whisper compared to all the things you wanted to do with him, and all the locked-up emotions you wanted to scream from the rooftops. The kiss was so light you barely touched, but at every point your skin met his, it felt like it was on fire.

You pulled back quickly and felt a blush spread across your cheeks. It took all your effort to meet Sebastian's eyes again, and not just stare at his suit, or off into the London fog.

"I'm sorry. I was just worried that if I didn't do that now, I'd regret it in the future," you say sheepishly. Sebastian smirked, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"May I do something selfish as well, my lady?"

"Yes," you breathed out. As soon as you said the word, you felt a gloved hand gently caress your cheek, and another wrap around your waist. Sebastian leaned forward until your lips met his, and then kissed you deeply. Your heart jumped, and your hands shook slightly as you brought them up to cup his face. The kiss was small and intimate, but you could feel everything he intended when he pressed harder into the kiss and lightly sucked on your bottom lip. It was everything you'd hoped it would be and more. You weren't sure how much time had passed, as you relished in his presence and committed the demon’s features to memory. All you knew was that you didn't want it to end.

When Sebastian finally pulled away, your faces remained close. He moved his hand to lay on top of yours.

"Forgive me, Miss Y/N, but I don't want to have any regrets either," he whispered. Your heart burst at that, and you pressed another peck to his lips with a smile.

"You shouldn't keep the young master waiting," you say, and lift your hands from his cheeks.

"I suppose you're right," he replies, and you can't help but notice the small sigh he let out as well. "Goodbye, Y/N."

"Goodbye, Sebastian." The demon turned away, melancholy starting to creep onto his face. You wave after him with a smile, giving him one last picture of you to keep in his memories.

As Sebastian bounds to the next rooftop, you stay standing watching him leave, and can't feel the least bit sad. No, not when the man you'd slowly fallen in love with over the past year had admitted that he returned your feelings.

You returned to where the other reapers were all sitting around the table, sipping their tea.

"We finished with the record. Where'd you run off to?" Ronald asked.

"I tried to find Sebastian, but no luck," you reply, taking a seat next to him, and picking up your cup.

"No! I wanted to see Sebas-chan," Grell pouted. "I need to thank him for the gift."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get a chance to," you say, before taking a sip. You smile into your cup because you know that there is no way in hell that you would let that be the last time you saw Sebastian.

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boujeebunny8 · 4 months

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Thanks for 800 likes on TikTok! I know it ain’t much, but I’m still really grateful and happy🥹💖💖

-your fellow noobie😉

#maya and the three #the book of life

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the-bird-and-the-flute · 4 months

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Marius - Tears of Themis (ToT) - You Shall Be Mine!

Pairing: female reader x Marius

Warnings: angst, make out

Word count: 2438

A/N: okay, that was not the fic I was writing for marius bday, but let's all pretend it is. I honestly can't believe it took me 4 months to finish this ahaha

“Oh my, I’m so excited! My first art class with the one and only Marius von Hagen! I'll not lose this opportunity! He shall be mine!” you confidently say it to reassure yourself.

“Definitely! Keep your hopes high and you will get him! If Ms. Lauren said so, it will happen!”

“I hope so Amy. Because she did get it right that you were going to marry your now husband.”

“I know, right? She is indeed a great fortune teller.”

“What commotion is that over there? I think it’s close to my classroom. I’ll go check it out. See you later, Amy.”

“See ya!”

You head towards the commotion near your classroom to find out that this chaos was caused by Mr. von Hagen himself. Several women were screaming and some even fainted. All of them are your classmates by the way.

You were excited to finally get a chance to see in person the bachelor Ms. Lauren said it was going to belong to you, but, apparently, other women also had the same idea.

“I was so inspired to draw anything just to get a chance to talk to him, but look at this-”

With no other option, you go to class. At the end of it, Marius asked all the students to show him their drawings, and as expected, they were all in line fighting to see and interact with the youngest von Hagen first-hand.

It’s finally your turn to show your art, however, your excitement is no longer there, but you still put on your best smile in respect of Marius efforts to teach a bunch of noobies to draw something in only one class.

You briefly talk to Marius, he gives you a few suggestions to improve your art and after thanking him, you pack your stuff up to go home. While you are leaving Stellis University, you spot a few of your classmates chatting and approach them to ask their impressions about Marius and the reason why they decided to apply to his course.

Apparently, none of them was there because the fortune teller told them they would marry Marius. But, on the other hand, they told you that they recently saw an article in the most famous gossip magazine that a von Hagen expert affirmed that Marius wants to settle down for good, after years of being involved with several women.

The von Hagen youngest heir is no longer that young, but he still is the most eligible bachelor in Stellis. Some say that nowadays there are men at the age of 20 who are the new deal, but if those polls are indeed accurate, women still think that there is no one like 40-year-old Marius.

A week later, you are in his class, but, once more, there is no progress. It’s impossible to talk to Marius. You feel defeated and unable to come up with a plan B.

“I shouldn’t have trusted Ms. Lauren, but she hit the nail on the head when she specifically said who Amy was going to marry. I guess the seer just got lucky, although, at that time, Amy didn’t even know her now-future husband.”

“But you know what? I’ll talk to her again. Let’s see if she will have the courage to lie to me again after I tell her there are hundreds of women trying to seduce Marius.”

It’s still early, so you head to Ms. Lauren’s booth at Stellis Park for another appointment.

“Welcome, dear. It’s so nice to see you again. How is your friend Amy doing?”

“Thank you for having me. She is doing great. I suppose you know why I’m here, right?”

“Hehe, don’t tell me that you already gave up, sweety?”

“Did you read that article about Mr. von Hagen? Coincidentally, it was not long after I first came here.”

“I did not. What was it about?”

*sigh* “A supposedly von Hagen expert said he wants to get married for real."

"Oh, I see. Well, that's good news then! The cards don't lie."

"So you still believe he will be mine?”

“Of course, dear. I can see your souls are connected. But you seem dispirited. Be patient, okay?”

“Yeah…”

You left the appointment, but you’re still gloomy. You decide to buy an ice cream to cheer you up while you ponder on what to do from now on.

“I don’t think I should waste my time with Ms. Lauren. As I expected, she kept insisting I would marry a von Hagen. You know what? I’ll just focus on my art classes. It’s a lifetime opportunity for a Z fan like me.”

“Ohh… that’s actually an excellent idea. Focusing on your class, I mean.”

“Huh?”

You turn around to see Marius looking at you leaning on a nearby tree in the park.

“Shit… How much did you hear? Er… I mean… Nevermind. I… I better get going. I have to work tomorrow, so… Bye, Mr. von Hagen!”

You walk as fast as you can without looking back, but something tells you that he is making fun of you while you helplessly try to run away from him.

Outside the park, you finally stop for a moment to breathe properly. There is no sign of Marius nearby, so you finally allow yourself to relax leaning on a wall.

It’s a lovely sunny Saturday, the park is crowded, probably hundreds of people coming and going, but your mind is elsewhere. It seems that the more you try to approach Marius, the more bad luck you get.

In the end, you just feel frustrated that you wasted your money AGAIN to see the fortune teller, who basically said the same damn thing. And to make things worse, now your professor is aware that you are a terrible student who is only there to try to hook up with him.

A moment of clarity comes to your mind, and you realize that although you were now planning to just take his classes with no ulterior reason, Marius may expel you from his class as he already knows you are just wasting his time.

“Fuck… How did I manage to ruin everything so fast? I’m probably the worst stalker Stellis has ever seen.”

“ But- Wait! I can fix this. I KNOW! I’ll find him, apologize, and ask him to replace me with another student. I just took two classes so I’m sure he can find another person willing to join in the remaining classes, right? At least, there is a chance he won’t think I’m a gold digger.”

Resolute, you go back to where he saw you. Your ice cream melted at this point, but you just don’t care and eat all of it to give you the extra boost you need to face him again.

Finally, Lady Luck smiled on you. Marius is still there. It seems he is alone, so you take the chance to approach him before you change your mind.

“Ahem… Mr. von Hagen… Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Oh… I didn’t think you’d come back. Don’t tell me that you are here to ask me out…” says the bachelor with a teasing smile.

“No! I’m so sorry about that. I just came to apologize for earlier and also well…”

After explaining your situation…

“I see… I don’t need your apology though. You know, what? I know how you can make up for what you have done.”

“What?”

“As you claim to like Z so much, you’ll help my assistant Vincent to organize the following exhibition we're planning. Then we'll be even as you took a place from someone who might actually come to study.”

One week later, instead of going to your class, you head to the exhibition’s location to help Vincent. This is your last day working with Marius' assistant. Since Monday, you have been visiting the location after work to help with what you could.

You had more fun there than you imagined. Having a chance to see so many captivating paintings and sculptures is only for a privileged few.

“And that’s the last one. I think I’m done here, Vincent.”

“Thank you so much, lady. Master Marius will be pleased to see everything is ready for tonight.”

“I hope so, I don’t wanna get in trouble again hahaha.”

“Hehe, don’t worry, you did a terrific job. By the way, here is the ticket for tonight.”

“Huh?”

“What? Is something wrong?”

“I didn’t… I was not expecting this, Vincent.”

“Huh? But that’s just a thank-you gift for your hard work. I thought you liked Master’s work.”

“O-Of course I do! It’s just that… I’m sorry, Vincent. I really can’t accept it. I hope you understand.”

“But… *sigh* Okay, lady. If you change your mind please let me know. You can still enter tonight without a ticket.”

“Thanks. Well, it’s time for me to go. It was a pleasure working with you, Vincent. Good luck.”

“Likewise.”

You nod to Vincent apologetically because deep inside you know you will not attend the event. You mentally thank Vincent for being so understanding. You haven’t seen Marius since he offered you this position to work with them to organize the event. It turned out that Marius even paid you to work there, even though he didn’t need to.

You take the money to treat yourself in a restaurant of your liking to chill. You have this sense of accomplishment and relief that you can close this Marius chapter in your life and move on from that crazy idea you’d marry him.

The following days would have passed by smoothly if it wasn’t for Mr. von Hagen's regular presence watching you leave work. The first time you saw him, you just couldn’t believe it. You had to look twice to make sure you were not seeing things. He was certainly looking at you inside of his car. That unmistakable seductive smile that probably all women in Stellis have seen at least once on TV or in person.

So many theories crossed your mind of why he was doing that, but you tried your best to ignore his presence. He never approached or got out of his car. Vincent also didn’t text you to ask for anything, so you were clueless at this point.

You tried to ignore him for a week, but it got to a point that you could no longer pretend he was not there, so you finally decided to question the man.

“Good night, Mr. von Hagen, may I know what’s the matter?”

“Oh, good night. What a coincidence, huh? I was just passing by. Do you work here by chance?”, he says playfully as if it was not a straight-up lie.

“Yeah, what a coincidence indeed. I do work here. Do you have a meeting with someone from my work?”

“Not really. But as we are already here, why don’t you come on in so we can chat a bit?”

Sighing, you enter his car. Marius laughs as if he was enjoying this whole thing. Before you can ask again what’s his problem, he shows you the fortune teller’s business card.

“What? How did you get this card?!”

“I think you are asking the wrong question here, missy. You should ask me what I was doing that day at the park. I was expecting you to figure it out, but apparently, you are too polite to ask anything about my personal life.”

“Well… after what I did it would be awkward to ask you that.”

“If you were curious enough we could be in a totally different situation now, missy.”

*sigh* “It can’t be helped. I’ll have to tell you. I also got an appointment with Ms. Lauren that day.”

“WHATTTT?! For real?”

“Why are you surprised?”

“Er… I don’t know, you don’t see the type of person who would pay for a fortune teller’s service.”

“Hehe, maybe you are right. The thing is, I was kinda bored walking at the park a few months ago and decided to give it a try just to see what she would tell me about my future.”

“I asked her about my love life and she had the audacity to tell me I would finally get married and that my future wife was one of her client' friend. Just like you that day, I didn’t take that seriously, but deep inside I wished she was right.”

“Surprisingly, not long after I talked to her, I saw you around here chatting with your friend when I was driving home, and you caught my attention. Since then, I’ve been watching you closely. The more I observed you, the more interested I got, to the point I decided to invest in OUR future. So I’ve been trying to lure you as you were so dense.”

“Don’t tell me…”

“Hahaha, that’s right, missy. I paid the fortune teller to tell you what I wanted. That day you saw me at the park I was going to thank her as she indeed brought you to me.”

“I was a bit concerned though when she told me you were discouraged to stalk me when you heard about that interview I gave and that most women in our class were there because of that. At the time, I was very frustrated about my personal life, so I said that to mock the interviewer. I have always lied about my private life to those journalists, so it never occurred to me this would shy you away from me.”

“As a von Hagen, I love to be challenged and I love to be surprised as well. So when I found out you went to her booth, I was soo excited to see if you were going to make a move.”

Unable to process what you just heard, you get in shock for a moment. Seeing you were not reacting, Marius makes his move, kissing your lips with no hesitation. Open-eyed, you look at him in disbelief, trying to mumble something, but he just keeps going and going until you finally give in to his charms.

Almost out of breath, the two of you stop for a second. There is no hint of embarrassment on you or Marius' faces. It felt so right that there was no regret. On the contrary, your eyes lock with his, giving him the answer he needed. He goes for it again. But, this time, you’re ready to enjoy every second of it, letting him touch you as he pleases. All the chagrin, desperation and bashfulness you felt in the past few weeks finally paid off. Marius von Hagen will indeed be yours.

#tot fic #tears of themis fic #marius fic #marius von hagen fic #marius #marius von hagen #tot #tears of themis #lyn's fic

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atomsminecraft · 10 months

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I’m gonna take a wild guess here but I think the Princes stay at the academy until they either finish their studies or they become king

Also I found a plot hole that I want to share

So the princes have been at the academy for ten years, right? That would either mean that MC was put in higher level classes(educational wise) or Rio joined the academy later then everyone else otherwise he would likely know everything that the other S-ranks seem to know. Because there’s no way that the S-ranks could teach students unless they learned all of that first, right? And I highly doubt that their S-rank classes are teaching the same thing everyone else is learning so that means they’re learning more advanced stuff there.

So it either means that the S-ranks were there before Rio or Rio is just in higher level classes and since MC shares those classes most of the time that means she was put in stupidly difficult classes for a noobie.

Correct me if I’m wrong on this however and feel free to say your opinion

#court of darkness #court of darkness voltage

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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sneak peeks at any wips bff??? 👀

oof i got MANY

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how about a joes pizza peter?

Your words cut when a loud knock hit the door and it swung open.

You check for a name tag, it’s missing.

“Parker, meet the new hire. New hire, meet Parker.”

You wave shyly, “hi, Parker.”

“Oh, I’m not-”

“Parker! Three on east side up, you got thirty!”

The kid groans, and even though you don’t understand the dynamic yet, you still work there. That means you’re in the trenches with everyone here, he looks at you and complains. “See? I told you, fucking with me.” Parker rolls his eyes and races down the hall, makes a pit stop at Joe’s office, “you’re fucking with me.”

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perhaps you wake in an alternate universe and your friend/longtime crush is actually your boyfriend?

Everything was normal, it was just confusing.

You practiced what to say when you would finally approach him, you were on your third rerun when you watched him walk up the hall. He met your eyes and raised his eyebrows, a wide grin took over his face. Peter walked up to you confidently, you pouted at him.

You started to speak, “Hey-”

He cut you off wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing, “Hi, baby.” Before you could question him he leaned in and placed a kiss to your lips, he held it there for a second before he pulled away to your shocked face.

“Why would you do that?” You felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped on you.

Peter looks confused, he puts the back of his hand against your forehead. “Why? Are you feeling sick?” You slapped his hand away, he was the one kissing you. “No, are you?”

He laughs, “Why would I be sick?”

You stared at him before addressing the obvious, “You kissed me.”

Peter nods his head proudly, “Damn right I did.”

You looked around the room, you felt like you were in a dream. Everything looked in place but when you tried to fill in the small details it started to fuzz, you pinched yourself and jumped at the pain. You still didn’t take it for word.

“Why?”

“Cause I can, duh. C’mere.” He pulled you in for another, you hesitated for a moment before giving in. You half expected him to pull away with a ‘gotcha!’ this whole thing was a massive prank to make you think you were dating, it happened out of nowhere. You felt so out of the loop it was almost dizzying.

What the fuck was happening?

Peter pulled away with a pout, “Why are you kissing me like that?”

You panic, “Like what?”

He pulls a thumb at your bottom lip, “Like it’s your first time kissing me.”

You pull a dumb face, “It is.” Does he not understand this has never happened?

Everything was normal.

This was not normal.

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maybe a lil reader got their wisdom teeth out and kinda forgot about peter being their boyfriend?

The boy can’t help but crack a laugh, he’s next to your bed. His hand is on the rail, close to yours. He’s fucking adorable.

“You’re cute.” You can’t help the words as they tumble, your cheeks hint at warmth but you’re too high to be embarrassed.

The boy grins, “Aw, thank you baby. You’re cuter.”

Your jaw drops, he catches it and closes it. “Bite.” You like that the cute guy is telling you what to do, you wonder if he has a girlfriend. You hope not, it sounded real nice when he called you baby.

“Nurse! The cute guy called me baby.”

She just shook her head with a grin and finished packing up the room. “Ten minutes and the cute guy takes you home.”

You drop your jaw again in shock, once more he catches it and tells you to bite. Peter understands you even when you talk with clenched teeth, “I get to take you home?”

“You sure do, I even get to stay all night.” He winked and as if he knew your reaction he held a finger on your jaw, just so you couldn’t drop it.

“Does my insurance even cover that?”

“I’ll do it for free.”

Stuck in shock you can’t help but take advantage, he really is the most attractive human you’ve ever seen.

“You’re really, really attractive.” You rub a finger over an eyebrow, it’s permanently stuck up, no matter how hard you try it doesn’t flatten.

Peter can’t bring himself to say a word, you’re too lost in looking over his face.

You trace a finger over his eyelashes and down his nose. There are small bumps and curves in the bridge, you wonder if he’s broken it before. Tracing his mouth you ask, he speaks with your finger over his bottom lip.

“Have you broken your nose?”

“A few times.”

You run your finger back over it, a small pout takes over. “I’m sorry.”

He whispers as you dot your fingerprints over his cheeks, it feels like you're counting. “It’s okay, you didn’t do it.”

“You have freckles. They’re very pretty.”

He’s not used to this much attention. You fawn over him all the time, but it feels much more honest and raw when you’re off of anesthesia.

“You’re very kind.” He presses a kiss to your fingertips, they seem to like to float there.

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which one would you wanna read first? I've been doing a lot of requests I miss my OG work ngl 😭

#sneak peeks #which one yall like be honest!!!!!!#thanks anon!

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