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Hi <3
I loved everything you wrote about Aegon. Could you please write some oneshot/headcanons (you decide) in wich Reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter and Aegon always loved her since childhood but they had a enemies to lovers relationship (she is a girl just like Arya/Lyanna personality and is always teasing him). But in episode 8, she is bethroed to Aemond and he needs to say to her his feelings. You can decide the ending, thank you :)
(Sorry my bad english :/)
Quick up 📅 - I kinda forgot abt the part where she's Rhaenyra's kid. It may have slipped my mind as soon as I read Arya's name lol. Anyhoo-
The Wolf And The Dragon
Aegon II Targaryen x Stark!Reader
Oneshot
Warnings: Explicit language
Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off! Maybe indulge in a battle to the death with your sweet ol' granny. Probably steal your beloved pet.
English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.
A/N: It's kinda long ngl, but sickeningly sweet! Oh, yeah. Aegon isn't married to Helaena in this one. For my own sake, she's with her loving husband, Lord Sth-Sth of Sth-Sth. Cheers!
One of her father's men was dragging the young lady through the training grounds as the boys trained with Ser Criston and Ser Harwin. They all stopped to stare at her and the knight. She was biting, scratching and kicking at him.
"What do you care?! Seven Hells, let go!"
The man stopped and grabbed her by her small shoulders. He'd had enough of the little lady's antics for one day. He shook her as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Child, I've been there for all your life, I won't stand to watch you try and get yourself killed." The knight's face was turning red with anger. "You're of one and ten, you can't be walking around the capital without anyone to keep you safe! Do you realize what could have happened?!"
"Fuck. You." The girl hissed as she stomped down on the man's foot and spat in his eyes. She bolted, the man following close behind, while still trying to wipe the spit from his eyes.
"You wild beast, get back here!"
"She truly is a beast..." Aegon whispered to his brother and nephews as they all watched the knight tackle the kid to the ground.
"Ser Karstark, don't you think that's enough!" Harwin yelled out.
"Oh, want to come and deal with this thing yourself, Breakbones? It's not as easy as I make it look." Ser Brennard Karstark choked on his last few words, a small elbow slamming into his neck.
The girl got back on her feet, making a run for it once more.
On the next day, Ser Karstark was dragged the girl in the opposite direction, towards the training grounds this time. He was sporting a big purple bruise on his neck.
"I've told you so many times now, cub. You want to train, fine! I'll teach you! But picking attacking the guards is not the way to do it!"
The little lady only huffed in response as she reached down to her blade. She turned her head to the side, then struck.
Ser Karstark took a step back, the tip of the dagger almost making contact with his face.
"It is customary to wait for your opponent to bear arms before you try and chop his head off, wildling."
"As if anyone would wait for me."
She struck again, the knight dodging once more. Lady Stark circled around her opponent, her small eyes sizing him up.
To everyone's shock, the knight actually swung at her with his sword. The girl fell to the side as she rolled over, her silk tunic now covered in dirt.
"Good, good!" The knight nodded before he swung sideways.
She lowered her head, the blade of his sword passing right above it.
"Don't stay close to the ground for too long, cub..." Brennard warned as his took ahold of his sword with both hands. "The enemy will catch up on it eventually. And maybe do this!"
He yelled out as he put his whole strength into trying to lodge the sword into the girl's skull. She got back up. Her dagger was quick to find its target, slicing the knight's hand open.
Brennard looked at the blood that was spilling out of his hand, then at her.
"You play dirty, girl..."
"I do not wish to fight with honor when I can just do this."
Her small fist was now aiming for Brennard's nose. He let go of his sword, leaving it to stand there with the tip lodged into the ground below their feet. He caught her small hand by the wrist and punched her instead. The girl fell on her back, head slamming into the ground.
"Karstark!" Both Criston and Harwin yelled out, making their way towards the student and her teacher.
"Stand back! She wants to fight, so she'll fight!" Brennard yelled in return."Get up!"
Lady Stark jumped to her feet, eyes narrowing as she wiped the blood from her mouth. She used the moment to tackle her opponent to the ground.
"Finish the job." Brennard whispered to the child. "Do not let your enemies walk away. Do it!"
The girl's fingers found their way around the dagger that was hanging on the knight's side. She pulled it out and put it to his throat. The child was smiling down at him, eyes glowing.
"I win?"
Brennard laughed out as his hand ruffled through the short locks of hair on her head.
"You win! We'll make a fine soldier out of you, you'll see."
The two got up, each sporting a warm smile.
"Ya promise?"
Brennard nodded his head.
"But your training is not over yet." He turned to look at the two knights that stood close behind him. "We've seen you can tackle a grown man down to the dirt, but how will you manage with someone closer to your age and speed? Perhaps you should go against one of the young princes?"
Criston nodded. Him and Harwin went back to the boys.
"Prince Aegon against lady Stark then." He said as he motioned for the boy to take a step forward.
Aegon didn't move an inch towards the younger girl that was now staring at him with a devilish grin on her face. She scared him. She fought dirty and wasn't scared to take a blow to the face, even when it came from a grown man that was thrice her size. The girl didn't stand above stealing her enemy's weapon and using it against them either. On the contrary, if it were a real threat in front of her, she would have sliced the man's throat. The young prince realized everything he'd learned from both Ser Criston and Ser Harwin was useless against someone like her. Aegon had only heard of tales of the northmen, of their cold hearts and brutal ways. But now there was one in front of him. A child of winter and ice. A ball of rage with unruly, short hair. If Aegon didn't know her already, he would've thought it was a boy that stood in front of him.
There were no lavish dresses for her. No needlework. No singing. She was dirty nails. Unkempt hair. Grime. Blood. Sweat. Dirt. Adventure. Flying arrows. Hiss of daggers. Clash of swords.
"Ye fighting or what, aye? Don't have a whole day to wait ye." Her strong accent came through. She'd gone over and picked her weapon back up. The girl was waiting for the prince to come back to his senses, foot tapping impatiently as she twisted and turned the blade in her hand.
The fight was over pretty soon. The lady had knocked her prince down, elbow to his face. Ser Brennard knew what was going to happen, but made no move to stop his student. She broke his nose with that hit.
"I'd say ya fight like a girl, but... ya know..." She shrugged her shoulders at him as Karstark dragged her away with a proud smile on his face.
Eight years later Aegon had grown into a handsome young man. He'd grown into his soft features. His pale blue eyes stared at his feet, as kicked at some small rocks. Short strands of silver-white hair framed his face perfectly. He kept his hair on the shorter side. It was easier to manage.
Him and his brother stood next to the wide open gates that led into the castle's grounds. Aemond, unlike his older brother, had his hands folded neatly behind his back, waiting patiently.
"I don't understand, why did mother have to send us..."
Aemond nodded his head, signaling to his brother to look ahead. A group of sturdy looking men, covered in steel from head to toe, were coming fast towards them. At the front,just a few feet in away from the rest, a hooded rider. The jet black stallion this mysterious person was riding held its head high. The stomping of the horse's hooves had stopped.
"Prince Aemond! Prince Aegon!" A melodious, yet strong voice rang from underneath the hood.
"Lady Stark." Aemond greeted. "Welcome to the capital!"
The stranger hopped down from the horse and took their hood off. Aegon stared at her slack-jawed. There, in front of him, stood the most magnificent creature that had ever walked the earth. Porcelain skin w a scar here and there she'd most definitely got in battle. Sharp features, almost as sharp as the sword she had on her. Two big, bright eyes that shined with laughter. The only thing that reminded of the girl she once was, was her short dark hair. And her clothing. She'd never been the one to wear dresses. That hadn't changed either. Her long legs were covered in threadbare black pants that matched with her black tunic and boots.
"I trust your journey was pleasant?" Aemond asked out of politeness.
A short "aye" left her full lips, eyes trained on Aegon.
"Yer nose healed well, me Prince. Though it would seem there's something wrong with yer jaw..." She pointed towards his face, calloused fingers showing from underneath the sleeve. Her northern accent made a shiver run down Aegon's spine.
He couldn't bring himself to say something, the words refusing to leave his mouth. He nodded with a faint smile.
"Shall we?" Aemond's voice could be heard again.
"If ye don't mind, me and me men had spent long time on the road without a good challenge. We need a good fight"
Her men had jumped from their horses too, now waiting for their lady. Ser Brennard Karstark was standing next to her.
"Training grounds are that way, aye?" She nodded to the left, her eyes never leaving the older brother.
"Right, let's get ye to the stables, big boy." She finally looked away as she turned towards the stallion and ran a hand through his black mane.
Lady Stark handed the reins to the stable boy that had approached her with a soft smile and a nod of her head. The lad melted at the sight, tripping over his feet as he walked away.
"Ye two comin'?"
The woman walked away, her father's bannermen following close behind.
"Would love some audience while I kick this old bastard's arse to the ground." She pointed towards Ser Karstark as she and her men laughed.
"We'll see about that, Young Wolf." Ser Brennard said, even though he knew that was going to be the most likely outcome.
Two weeks had passed since lady Stark had arrived to the capital. For Aegon, it felt like it was years ago. They'd been spending most of their time together, much to the Queen's dismay. At least they had the decency to drag Aemond along.
On the first night in the capital, the young woman suggested they go for a drink. When the second born son of Viserys the Peaceful suggested they stay in the Red Keep, both Aegon and her laughed in his face.
They snuck out of the castle later that night in search of a tavern. Aegon, being a frequent visitor to most of them, made the choice.
Soon after they'd entered the establishment, lady Stark challenged them to a bet, saying she'd drink them both under the table. Aemond, being Aemond, refused. Aegon accepted almost immediately.
He was in shock. The woman that sat in front of him was perfect. She cursed like a sailor. Told all the dirty jokes she could think of. Even challenged some stranger to a fist fight to celebrate her winning the bet. The Young Wolf didn't even bother to take his hundred gold dragons she'd won fair and square, but instead slapped his hand away.
"It's not about the money, me Prince!" She laughed out as she punched the stranger square in the jaw. "It's the thrill!"
The three returned back to the castle only when the light of the sun had started to bounce off the waters of Blackwater Bay. Aemond walked in front of them, impatient to get as far away from the two drunk idiots. They walked with a slow pace, hands thrown over eachother's shoulder and words slurring.
"One of them cods got ya good, me Prince, no offense meant" She said to Aegon with a grin. "If it weren't for me, that arse would'a split yer head open."
"Good thing you were around to save me then, my fair lady..." Aegon responded. He came to a sudden stop, his face contorting in agony. His hand unwrapped from the woman's shoulders as he bent forward and let out all he'd consumed right where they stood.
Instead of cringing in disgust, the Stark laughed hard, tears pricking at her eyes. She ran a hand through her short hair.
"Now from that yer knight in shinin' armor can't save ye, I am sorry."
Aemond grabbed his brother by the scruff, pulling him back up.
"We'll get caught with all the noise you're making, we have to go. My lady..." He looked at her, hoping at least one sober thought would make its way back into her head.
The Young Wolf howled again, hand patting Aegon on the back as he choked.
"What got yer knickers in a twist, hm? We've got all the time in the world."
" 'Tis but the truth!" Aegon said through coughs. "Do not worry, brother. I'll escort my, how did you say it...Ah, yes! Knight in shining armor back to her chambers."
Aemond didn't need to hear much else. He turned his back to them abruptly and left. The two snickered as they watched him walk away.
"Yer brother-" The woman threw her hand back over his shoulders as they began walking once more.
"Tell me about it." Aegon interrupted, doing the same as her.
After a detour that led them to the Kitchen Keep where they stuffed their faces with whatever was left from the dinner, Prince Aegon and lady Stark made their way towards her chambers. He'd promised to escort his savior back and he intended to do it.
As they neared the door, Aegon stopped her.
"This was the most fun I've had in a long while. Thank you, my lady."
"Aye, same here. Hanging around those old farts ain't as fun as it may look." She snorted.
The two laughed once more, then she dissappeared into her chambers, ready to sleep off the remainder of the day.
Aegon felt the same. He flopped down on his bed the second he found himself close enough to do it without smacking his head in the floor.
The same thing repeated the next day. Except Aemond wasn't with them. As the good prince he was, he'd ran to tell his mother about what his older brother and the lady Stak were busying themselves with.
The lady found herself sitting between the two brothers on that feast. She'd pulled her chair as close as possible to Aegon. On their last "walk" around the capital, she'd introduced him to the Skull and Dice game. The two now sat close to eachother, whisper-shouting the word "skull" as they rolled the dice and drank from their cups.
Aegon's grandsire and Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, was sitting across them. He smiled softly. The two were perfect for eachother. They shared the same interests- be it in books, hobbies or drinks. Why his daughter refused to give her oldest to the Young Wolf, he had no clue. She came from a great house, was trained in battle and proved to be quite intelligent, from what he'd heard her say. Sure, she liked drinking and venturing out of the Red Keep, and would also pick fights left and right. But so did his grandson.
Otto had come to the realization that the woman that sat next to his grandson was the way she was, not because she got to grow up in a castle where servants tended to each and every need of hers, but because she was raised amongst soldiers. Something her father had made sure of, once he agreed with the fact he won't be getting a proper lady out of her. The soldiers' ways had simply rubbed off on her.
Another thing that Otto had come to realize was how observant lady Stark was. She could be laughing and telling jokes, enjoying herself and her youth, but her trained eyes and ears were always turned to what was going on around her. She was a true northerner- rough and savage, but also loyal to the core and honorable. She'd be the perfect match for Aegon. If only his daughter would come to listen...
"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems." Everyone's attention turned to the King. His gold mask was shimmering in the light of the candles as he spoke. "My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena..."
Viserys turned to face his second son, eyes darting to his first one and the Stark girl. He could sense it, all Hells were about to break loose with next couple of words.
"And my son, Aemond, will marry lady Stark, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes..."
They all raised their cups, except the silver haired man and the woman that was sitting next to him.
"Hear, hear!" Came from the Prince Daemon as he turned to smile at his brother.
Aegon didn't hear him. He was now staring at the Young Wolf, silently asking if what his father had said was true.
"If you'd excuse me!" He damn near shouted, eyes trained on Aemond, who in turn was staring in shock at their mother. Unlike Aegon, he knew a third betrothal would be announced on this feast. What he didn't know was that he'll be the one marrying the Stark.
"Aegon! Come back!" Alicent yelled after him, ready to follow.
"Don't, me Queen. I'll bring him back."
"Did you know?"
The halls were silent, all that could be heard were the muffled, hushed voices of his family, as the lot tried to listen in on the conversation.
"Did you know about it?!"
The woman stomped her booth on the ground, the sword that was hanging on her side shaking with the intensity. It was a warning for the prince to lower his voice.
"Aye, my father sent me for a reason. I didn't know I'd be marrying yer brother though..."
The young woman had shut the doors as she made her way out and into the corridors. There was no point, the whole room was now sitting in silence, listening on Aegon scream his lungs out.
"You can't!You won't!" The prince yelled out.
"Oh, what do ya care? Yer not the one gettin' tied down against yer will! Yer free to do as ye wish!" She said, her voice booming over his.
"So you don't want to marry him?"
"Are ye fuckin' jokin' , Aegon, yer brother is a twat and a half!"
Inside the room, Daemon could be heard laughing without shame. Aemond's jaw clenched, his smirk dissappearing as he stood up. Rhaenyra slapped her husband's arm, even though she herself was sporting a smile.
"Then don't fucking do it!"
"And what am I supposed to do, huh? Get back in there and tell yer father, my King, that I don't approve? That I, the daughter of the man that had sworn an oath to him, will not do as I'm commanded?"
"You and your oaths and orders... Is your pride so important that you'll willingly go against what your heart desires?!"
"Pride?" The word came out as growl." If it were for me pride, I wouldn't even be here. But I gave a word to me father and did as I was told... And what do ya, ye spoiled cod, know of what me heart desires? Hm?!"
"I know I've come to love you. Just as you have." Aegon took her hands in his, soft thumb rubbing over her rough skin. "I know that I love spending time with you. Just as you do."
Silence fell upon the halls once more as the prince thought of his next words.
"I've never met someone like you before. Someone that is so...me. You like to drink, you curse, you fight. You know all the dirty jokes and all drinking games. And even with all that, you know when to put an end to it, even if you don't want to. You're not afraid to sock me in the face when you know I'm being an arse. Or drag me all the way to the small council meetings, so I could fulfill my princely duties. Sit with me through those never-ending history lessons, even though you'd rather go outside and train. You keep me grounded. You always know what to do. You always know what is right. I'd like to think that I, for once, know too. It's you. But if you insist on carrying out this order..."
His hands reached for her face.
"Marry me instead. You came here to a marry a dragon, right? There's one in front of you right now. Begging, pleading for you to take him."
Silence. Again. Aegon searched for her eyes, searched for an answer in them. But found nothing. He sighed heavily, hands falling to his sides. The prince walked around her, head hanging low in embarrassment. He reached for the door handles, ready to get back inside and drink himself into a stupor. Or untill the high-pitched ringing in his ears went away.
"Ye sure talk a lot... It's a good thing though, I won't have to waste my breath no more...with ya around."
Their eyes met.
"What? Ye plan on standin' there all night?"
The doors swung open before Aegon could reach her. He turned back around, his eyes meeting those of his father.
"Or both of you could just come back inside and sit down? Your King is to make a new toast..."
Rough fingers wrapped around Aegon's. She was standing right there, next to him. He looked up from their intertwined hands. A toothy smile had found its way on his future wife's face.
"As me King commands..."
Viserys turned his back to them as he slowly made his way to his seat. The two followed close behind.
"We're finishing the game, right?" Aegon whispered to her.
"Go find the dice, ye threw it as ya stormed out." She laughed quietly.
The Wolf and her Dragon entered the room once more, hand in hand.
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The new stylist
Tom Felton x F!reader
WC: 2.2K
Summary: Y/N is the new stylist on Harry Potter set and quickly becomes Tom’s small crush.
Warnings: It’s just lame. Additionally grammar errors (I’m not a native speaker, sorry for all mistakes!), kiss, some slight curse words, calling names, let me know if I forgot about sth. I don’t see too many imagines with Tom so even though I hardly have time to write, I decided to do so and create something for Tom himself. I know a lot people love him (me too ofc) so here it is, I hope you’ll like it.
I wrote if for my lovely friend @nobodybutapathetic . Kei helped me a lot during the past few days and I am truly thankful that the destiny sent her to me. Have a great day/night dear and a lot of luck during your exams!
Take a deep breath, inhale and exhale. Relax. Those people will like you - nope, hold on - they’ll accept you. That’ll be enough. I came from abroad only to become a stylist on Harry Potter set. The youngest stylist. I had no idea what to expect, what kind of reaction I’ll get from the cast and if my abilities will be good enough. I wanted this job and once I got an acceptance, I knew I had to do everything in my power not to fuck something up. And there I was, standing and waiting by my makeup station, mentally cursing myself. I could have applied for a basic makeup artist job in my small town so I wouldn’t be dying inside and shitting my pants but I had to prove being worth something more. Was I overreacting? Of course I was. Overthinking and being a drama queen was one of my specialities, right after being and artist.
But…
“Well, hello, who are you?” He asked with his brows furrowed. By saying ‘he’ I mean Tom. Tom Andrew Perfection Felton. He wasn’t exactly my idol but I found him very attractive since the very first time I saw him in the Philosopher’s Stone. And then, once he stood right in front of me, he looked more mature, fantastic, bombastic, out of world so just like always. He had his Slytherin uniform on and he came to have his makeup and hair done.
“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’m a new stylist. Nice to meet you, Tom.” I said, with a nervous smile on my face. His expression softened and a shy smile appeared on his lovely face. I don’t even know when he grabbed my hand I kissed my knuckles in possibly the softest way. I only know that my face has gone red. Scarlet. Or any other shade of red.
“Oh alright, so my first question is if you want me to prepare you or maybe you’ll trust other stylists more and-“
“Of course I want you to work with me. You got this job for a reason and I trust you.”
He then sat on the nearest chair and sent me the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen. I think I made a good first impression, didn’t I?
“So, tell me, Tom. Have you ever wore a full makeup on set before or maybe your previous stylist used to apply only a bit of powder or concealer under your eyes?” I asked, looking everywhere but his eyes. Yet, he was only staring at me which made me go even more crimson.
“They used to do this and that. I truly don’t know what you mean now.” He laughed.
“Fine. So before I start, I need to do a skin care first so your face will be nice and well prepared for the makeup. Do you know what kind of skin you have? Is it dry or oily maybe?”
“Uhh, normal I guess?”
“Even better. So just close your eyes and I’ll take a good care of you, alright?”
“As you wish, darling.”
Darling.
I craved to hear this word coming from his mouth but I never thought he could direct it to me. It sounded absolutely heavenly and I won’t lie telling you that I almost fucked my job up because I’ve been thinking about this name so intensely. Happily he seemed to not having a clue about what I was doing.
“I’m going to apply the thinest layer of foundation now. It feels very light on skin so it won’t make you feel uncomfortable, I promise.” I said while opening the foundation bottle. Tom only nodded, his small smile still visible. Once I started applying the product, he opened his beautiful, ocean eyes and looked at me with a soft expression. He didn’t say a word which made me hold my breath for quite some time.
“I’ll go with a concealer now and then I’ll set it with powder and makeup fixer …” I kept on rambling while he was just looking at me and analysing my face. It ended up with him falling asleep while I was finishing his face and then started working with his soft hair. Good to know that he actually trusted me so much.
Nevertheless, after finishing my work, I had to wake him up which resulted in the purest view I’ve ever experienced. Tom was a sleepy mess. Cute mess. When his eyes finally landed on me, he smiled sweetly and then he checked his look in the mirror. I knew he was truly happy about the result, so was I. After he got up from his seat, he gave me the sweetest kiss on the cheek and whispered a quiet “thank you” which had me die inside.
What a shame I couldn’t work with him anymore. Why? Well, the director decided to let me work with the interns only because I needed some practice on set and preparing the most important part of crew wasn’t exactly the best idea. To say that I was pissed off is like saying nothing. Well, hello! I’ve made Tom looking even more fabulous than he actually was! Wasn’t is enough to let me work with everyone? Well, let’s say every great work has its greater issues. Or maybe it’s just me who was simply unlucky. However, I must admit that I felt satisfied anyway because I had a chance to meet Tom and even though I could only prepare him once, it was still the hugest privilege.
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It was mine 5th month on set and yet I had no chance to even look at Tom. His role in the Order of the Phoenix turned out to only last for five minutes of total screen time. Or even less so he rarely appeared on set. Additionally he had another movie he was playing in so his time was limited. Yet, when he came one day, with his older brother Chris, the whole crew was dying from laughter due to Chris’s hilarious sense of humour. Tom seemed so similar to him if it came to joking. I barely could hold my laughter when they started bickering.
“You know, Chis isn’t exactly a type of an artist. Acting is lame, and dance is like ‘fuck off’.” The blond laughed. “Pity. I think you’d look extremely sexy in a tutu, bro.” He said which made everyone bust out laughing and Chris only rolled his eyes, smirking.
“Have you told your friends about your ban from the dvd shop already?” Chris asked which made his brother gone pale. “Don’t look at me like that, Thomas. You were the one who wanted to-“
“Don’t you dare!”
“Easy, maggot.”
Naturally Chris haven’t continued this story while Tom was nearby but some time later he told everyone that Thomas wanted to steal a DVD with a porn video from a shop but unfortunately got caught and banned from the store. Oh Tommy, what a poor thing.
A few days later, I saw Tom sitting alone in the dining hall, during breakfast. He smiled as I entered the room and we exchanged shy “hi”. I could feel his eyes on me for the whole time while I was preparing my food (a cup of coffee which was unhealthy af especially before eating). I felt like he wanted the give me a lesson about a healthy food which would be hilarious since he was the one having fast food for breakfast. But…
“You’ll get in the tire.” Daniel said to Rupert, while entering the hall. I almost dropped my tea spoon, after hearing them. I furrowed my brows instantly. What the f-
“I want to roll you down the hill after work.” The brunette added.
“Are you crazy? I may get hurt.” The ginger boy responded, scared.
“You’ll be in a tire, chill.” Dan said, sipping on his juice.
I looked at Tom and he looked at me. Both pretty surprised. I sat on a counter while sipping my coffee and observing the two “gryffindors”.
“Alright, have you ever seen a car crash?” Dan asked and Rupert nodded.
“The car was ruined.” Grunt replied.
“And the tires?”
The look of the honest shock appeared on Rupert’s face.
“And the tires were absolutely fine.” He said with widened eyes. Then he smirked. “I’m in, I want you to roll me down the hill in a tire.”
At that moment Tom and I were exchanging amused looks while the two of our friends kept on discussing their phenomenal plan. Once they left the both of us bursted out with laughter. They were impossibly out of world.
“Do you think we should inform someone about their ridiculous plan?” Tom asked after approaching me. From the closer distance I could notice his natural dark hair slowly growing which meant one thing - next bleaching session.
“Rules are rules. You mustn’t do anything harmful. So yes, absolutely yes.” I replied, taking another sip of my coffee however suddenly Tom took my mug away. I looked at him with a questioning expression and he just narrowed his eyes.
“Seriously? What about the breakfast first?”
“This is-“
“Oh please.” He shook his head. “I have some spare chicken nuggets. Come and eat at least one, will you?”
Puppy eyes. Oh, those precious puppy eyes. As much as I wanted to say no, I couldn’t. Firstly because I wasn’t be able to refuse, secondly due to his hard yet delicate grip on my wrist. He pulled me towards his table and sat me down on one of chairs. I had no time to even say a word before he put the whole nugget in my mouth. Well, I’m not a baby? I guess.
“If you don’t want to be fed like a newborn, you have to eat healthier.”
I almost choked myself. Says who? He ate almost three whole sets of McDonald’s meals or lucky meals or happy meals- idk how it’s called honestly. I rarely visit places serving fast food. Not that I am a fit freak - absolutely not. I just prefer cooking myself.
“Considering the fact that I already ate one, just as you asked, wouldn’t you mind giving me my coffee back? I’m about to start a very tiring day with loads mermaid characterisations so I need caffeine more than I need air.” I mumbled, raising my eyebrow. Tom looked me up and down, then looked at my coffee mug and back at me.
“Three more and you’ll have it back. Promise.”
“You already broke one, that’s not fair.”
“I do it because I care, darling.” Again. I almost fainted. I know that many of you may consider this name being just normal and nothing special but believe me, I craved it. I needed it in my life. “I see you’re going scarlet every time I call you like that. Pleasure for me, darling.” He smirked and I bumped his shoulder. Don’t you dare thinking you can play with me like that.
“How’s your present stylist?” I asked, wanting to change the subject desperately.
“Oh, she’s fine. Unfortunately she’s not a fan of the skin care you introduced me to but I think she’s enough I can ask for.”
“Happily your skin didn’t fall off so I consider it a success.”
“I remembered everything you told me about the skin care, you know? I had run to the store right after hearing the sad news about your inability to work with the important cast members. I probably bought the whole shop but my face feels like a baby bum.” He laughed and I nodded, taking a small bite of the nugget that he tried to feed me with. “Perhaps you want to have a closer look?” He added and leaned closer to me, almost not leaving any space between the two of us. I could feel his breath on my lips and our eyes were just at the same level. He was looking my features up and down several times before placing a tender kiss in the corner of my lips. I felt butterflies erupting in my stomach and my cheeks burning.
“Well, it’s almost 7 and I-“
“It’s absolutely fine to like me, you know?”
Oh lord
“Not to mention, that I like you too, love.”
What?
“Are you going to look at me like that all the time? Close your lovely mouth before you start drooling.” He teased.
“Wait, what did you just say?”
“That you should close-“
“No, before.”
“Do you want me to repeat it?”
I nodded several times as he smiled, his cheeks flushed. At least I wasn’t alone if it comes to blushing.
“I think I’ll better show you.” He said with a smirk and then…
He kissed me. He kissed me straight on my lips. His arms pulled me even closer to him which resulted in sitting on his lap. At first I was stiff however after a while I wrapped my arms around his neck and I kissed him back, much to his satisfaction.
“Ha! I won 20 pounds!” Rupert cheered and the both of us broke the kiss immediately. “I knew that after months of his sighting and talking about Y/N, you’ll finally get together.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be rolled from the hill in the tire?” Tom asked, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
“Later.”
I could say much about the crew but they for sure were just idiots. Idiots which I truly loved.
#dracotok#draconic#draco fic#draco x reader#draco x y/n#draco#draco x you#draco fluff#draco fanfiction#draco lucius malfoy#draco imagine#tom felton#tom felton imagine#harry potter#potterhead
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finally finished the profile for the danseiroido!! this took way too long just because drawing anime headshot is my biggest nightmare... and then ended up not even looking That anime LOL... i've already had a few comics up in the tag (search em to read!) but. a brief intro is that i basically just made them idols (somewhat) and threw them in the same boygroup to write sitcom/4-koma slice of life random jokes, as i always do! they also share the same universe with my entire vocaloid neighborhood setup (but this will - might - be for another day)
there isnt a deep overarching plot as for now, its just daily lives of a boygroup that doesnt really do anything idol-like and occasionally featuring others around them from the vocal synth ville. oh and idk if i can call them a polycule because they dont really think or operate that way But! i do want all of them to fool around and have their own "ship moment" (if you want to call it that? i dont really label these things and i want to write it that way) tldr they all fuck one another. every single ship in the group canon (EXCEPT the obvious anyone x len. timeout for him he got his ass kicked out whenever they do it...)
my concept/idea for it (not much tbh this is just me rediscovering my love for vocaloid - though one can argue it never went away - and started make up random shits for them so its pretty much spontaneous and not a serious project or anything) is a parody of sort on stereotypical otome/bl genres and boygroups and anime tropes and obviously the vocaloid fandom/history. but i dont think i know enough about bl nor anime nor boygroups so at the end of the day its just guys hanging out XD hm i should just tag my other vocaloid stuff something else too considering its an elaborated world now, with these guys in it, but... that... really is for another day...
wait forgot to say also making len the leader is idk vocaloid meta funny or sth since hes the most popular but here hes just a wee child not even allowed to getting involved much (to be fair its cause most of the involvement are either freakish or sexual. or both) hes already more than involved in the irl success go away little boy. but Boom! funny ass kid leading army of 6 gay ass men (one of them isnt even a man. but only when its convenient) (sometimes there are 7 of them)
also: everyone learn vietnamese to understand how funny their viet names are rn
SORRY I KEEP EDITING. but they also have a playlist... just for funsies. some of them are serious canon lore related the rest are probably all shitposts
#tp drawing#vocaloid#danseiロイド#danseiroido#kagamine len#utatane piko#roro#yohioloid#kaito#kamui gakupo#hiyama kiyoteru#vocaville
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Who wantss to help me come up with a ship name for mudshock+geode because. I have many (sort of uncoordinated) DR mudshock+geo thoughts if yall want em. Spoilers ahead btw
Vivid scene in my mind that’s making me wish I could write: Nya reassuring Cole she is not upset that he has fallen for someone new since the merge. Bc he may have this fear that she and Jay will just think that this means he moved on or forgot about them or sth. But Nya makes sure he knows she trusts him and knows he still loves her n Jay.
And also her telling Cole that like… her only issue with Geo is that she doesn’t know him. But she can get to know him. And in fact she wants to, because she feels that if Cole can love someone and vouch for someone, then surely they’re good. And yeah. Geo is so so good..
You cannot tell me Cole didn’t talk abt his husband and wife nonstop to Geo n Bonzle n the finders in the land of lost things. bc they are his World. And of course the rest of the ninja+buddies. And it’s partially one of the things that has Geo falling for him because ohghhhh that’s a man who loves and protects so strongly so brightly so fiercely, this is someone so steady and nurturing.
I also just think Nya would like Geo. They would be buddies i think. Dr please let them interact I’m begging… they can share a spouse because I said so
Geo being a bit… intimidated? By Nya at first? If that makes sense? Like. He is secretly afraid she’s like jealous or sees him as in her way or fears he’s somehow keeping Cole from her. But then they hang out more and he’s like oh no wait she’s cool as fuck just blunt and not always great at articulating herself.
Bonding via sparring please (let Nya and Geo spar 2024) (let Cole and Nya spar they missed each other so fucking badddd it would be gay as hell)
And of course of course of course Nya and Cole wondering when their wife (Jay) will return from the war (being a missing person)
They’re both barely holding it together but I think Nya less so/worse because she’s had her brother taken from her and things are sorta compounding. Obviously Kai mattered to Cole as well but like dude Kai n Nya are like dipper and mabel levels of tight so it’s hitting her noticeably and. Cole is doing his best to comfort n ease her mind or distract, bc he likes to be people’s shoulder to lean on, but he’s falling apart at the seams himself. At which point I see Geo feeling rather helpless and like he can’t help them. He tries though.
But anyway. On a lighter note. Suit Jay when two buff hot people he’s never seen in his life scoop him up and take him home saying you’re all married and this is the way things are supposed to be: okay yessir yes ma’am 🫡 can’t complain. Nice arrangement 👁️👁️ fine by me 👁️👁️
#Halcyonia#ninjago#Ninjago spoilers#mudshock#geodeshipping#dragons rising spoilers#finally. a mudshock post from the so called number 1 mudshock enjoyer
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no yeah, i felt kinda stupid after writing that I liked children and had a good relationship with them to justify not liking the movie- it should be common sense. I said that mostly cuz when i read comments about the movie a lot of people were saying that they didn't like it cuz they were parents or worked with kids so it was disgusting for them to see that thing portrayed on the big screen. And yeah, imo i think this also leads into the "I like younger women" discourse where 40 year old men say that they prefer to be with an 18 year old because they're more 'innocent' (which is just so idiotic and disgusting cuz they're chasing this 'purity' that is just- )
No like, that piece of media/literature is actually really good cuz it talks about some stuff that is really important to understand. Imo it's a good literary piece (specially cuz it has an unreliable narrator) even tho it deals with really heavy topics. The thing is, this thing being popularized during the bear vs man discourse is so harmful because of those men who then go on to shame Ellen and generalize her experience. Then when women say that they can relate to an extent her character and feel more empathetic to her case THEY GO BALLISTIC? LIKE OH NO WOMEN ARE RELATING TO WOMEN???? And like, it wasn't her choice per se? she had no other choice and it wrecked her. The narrator of the story after that is always resenting her for doing that AS IF IT WAS HER CHOICE, LIKE-
and yes fr. Tbh, I've grown tired of talking about the sex work industry with some men cuz it's just disgusting talking about it with them cuz some are so out of touch that it's horrifying.
I forgot but I rly agree w you on the lust and anger thin separation
Like, it's the same with love and hate? In a way? Like, for example, Hamlet is a great example of both (btw I hate him, he's a little bitch. If you like him I'm sorry, not really, but yeah) cuz he goes from loving someone to hating/despising them in a second. Like, in the play with ophelia it's all "oh but he really thought she was going to betray him!" Yeah so him being a little bitch, an asshole and a big misogynist saying she was being prostituted by her own father is ok😀 or him saying that she should go to indeed prostitute herself cuz she isn't pure is ok (this was all stuff GROWN MEN IN MY CLASS SAID)
And also, in this line of thought of lust and anger, Hamlet (play) deals with pseudo-incest and incest themes😭 like so many innuendos it's honestly surprising how many people in my class never pointed it out? But like, Hamlet is constantly talking about his uncle and his mother's sex life (he's obsessed) and he hates them so much for it, especially his mother. There is a scene tho, where he goes to confront her and he says that he had once loved her and would love her still if she had not 'bed' her husband's brother. But it's so full of sexual innuendo on his part- like he's attracted to her? But he's also always wishing her ill. Idk it's really weird and when you talked about lust and anger I remembered this
This might be a bit confusing😭 I just woke up from my nap (I love being on break. It's the best thing ever)
ALSO HOW ARE YOU
HAHAHAHA NO ITS NOT CONFUSING I LOVE HEARING UR THOUGHTS ur so right on everything again 🗣️🗣️ and i never studied hamlet actually or watched anything to do w hamlet AHHSHAHA and im sorry? hamlet wanted to fuck his mom what 😭 i wonder if freud read hamlet he woulda had a field day
IM OKAAAAYYYYYY its getting closer to finals so ive been buzy trying not to fail 😫 im going to a friends birthday tmr tho and the theme is ‘overdressed’ WHICH EATS i love that theme its kinda giving met gala but we care abt palestine KSKDKSKA but i still havent decided what ill be wearing yet but thats sth im looking forward to 😁 HRUUUUU!!??
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Hi its been a long time i’m not write here, because im rarely being sad now (its good right?) but again i came back with happy and sad updates
Today is our 1st year anniversary but i’m not in the celebration mood
I was tired of weeks searching for wedding planner
Yeah we plan to get married
But today he made me sad
Okay for first reason its just something that made my heart broke because im tired to comparing one venue to other venue, one wo to other wo and he just said that he’s upset because its going to something that he’s not expected.
Okay he can say that but everytime i ask anything he just said ‘up to you’ and then now he complained
Next
I was sad as shit, as always when im sad i always write or record something
I was using his ipad (i borrowed it) and i forgot its not mine, i open a voice record then found some records, i play it fast and it recorded on march and 27june 2023, i just hear little bit it was record when he is singing and saying something then i think ‘ah it was old record when he is still with his ex’ because i know his ex birthday is 2nd july.
I close the record and open spotify - listening to misic and start thinking what year is now and realized it was recorded just 2 months ago!
I go back to the voice recorder, listening into it and yeah you guys know what is it
Actually i didnt understand and maybe i refuse to understand what it mean
He said something like poem about someone that i dont know (i know its not for me) because he said something like ‘if i can back in time i never leave your hand’ or something and he said about mole near eyes, he remember from hair until toe and always remember laughter and WTF IS THIS
i started questioning WTF why this happen in my life ??? And i remember all my sins yeah im not praying since like 4 months already and i know god is teasing me but i cant believe it you know
My biggest fear that always in my mind is happen always happen, i think ‘is my boyfriend sad or jealous when his ex post her new boyf’ then later he said he dont want to use ig anymore— is it because of her????!!!
But he always said he doesnt want to meet her or sth, but again he gave her happy birthday when its her bday
I feel so dumb, all in my head just now is go on or move on
Fuck all the downpayments
I just want to leave this city
Like i was planned before
If i didnt marry until 28 i will leave indonesia
I started thinking that plan
Because i feel like dumb, being with someone that still missing and regret to leave his ex
This is worst nightmare
I never be in this position, i dont know what to do
I just have plan to ask him a question like
‘You always ask me but i never ask you before, are you sure want to marry me ?’
‘Do you love me ?’
‘From scale 1-10?’
‘What thing that you dont like about me?’
‘Are you still missing your ex?’
‘Are you jealous?’
Oh yeah that record is recorded after he drop me at home and he on the way his home at night
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felt like writing here again. I it is summer holiday and I am once again jobless. Absolutely fucking nothing to do. Decided to download House Flipper again but I am sure I won't be playing it for that long. I can sew. For some reason I do not feel like doing anything tho. I can read a damn book! Nope! Nothing! It is the summertime sadness I tell ya hwat. I think my main problem is that I jump from subject to subject way too often. Like just keep playing the same game and finish it! Before the eid I was depressed because no responds were coming. They still aren't coming! Maybe the mails are there for decorative purposes only. Oh yeah forgot to tell ya, mails as in internship requests. Ahhh.... Isn't it incredible? What am I doing wrong? I don't know. Maybe I should just straight up call them. I really don't want to. Naval cunts are a killjoy. I am not really designing my yacht neither. For some reason nothing feels good. The damn summer. And all my friends are busy as well. I feel like I am the most unfortunate out of all of them. I probably am. But anyways. You cannot just keep thinking about it whining to yourself like "waaah waaah what went wrong?????!!??!" It is just life. That's life right there. I will just have to do stuff that I would normally enjoy and not bitch about life. I have free time in my hands, why waste it? My game is loaded but maybe I should do sth else. I will have a meal watching Cake Boss. Love the guy. I love Italian Americans. Yeah... I shouldn't blabber any more. Just do something! Have a meal then sew your short shorts. Why not. Just do something you know! Or maybe play House Flipper, but I rather have you do sewing. Ok take care. Bye.
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oh how i wish my phone camera managed to capture my ethereal beauty </3
#i wanted to write sth else but i forgot.#AHH WAIT I KNOW#i want to be someone's muse and i want them to be mine oh my fucking god
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19 + prumano for the nsfw prompts thing?
Send a ship and a number ask game
19. “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you.”
This is my first time writing PruMano but I like the ship and I think I did okay with this :)
-> phone sex, mostly dialogue (I wanted to try writing sth like this for a while), dirty talk
"Prussia?"
Romano grumbled and glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. 4:27. Why the fuck was this idiot calling him in the middle of the night?!
"Romano! How are you?"
"Idiota! It's half past four in the morning and I was asleep! What do you think I am?!"
Silence at the other side of the line.
"I'm hanging up now. Good night, bastar-"
"No, wait! I'm sorry. I forgot about.. timezones."
Romano sighed. There was a slight slur in Prussia's voice. "You've been drinking. Where are you even?"
"I spontaneously joined my brother for a meeting with America. But I was only having beer, that barely counts as drinking!"
Romano snorted in amusement.
"I'm in my bed at the hotel now. Alone. And.. I've been thinking about you."
How charming, Romano thought to himself and sat up to get a little more comfortable. It seemed like this call from his boyfriend might take a little longer than expected.
"And then you decided it would be a good idea to call me and tell me that?"
"Yes! No, I mean.. No. I wanted to ask you something!"
Romano frowned. "What could possibly be so important to ask that you have to call in the middle of the night?"
Before he got an answer Romano's eardrums were nearly shattered with a loud bang. Shifting. "Rrrrrromano?" He sounded a little different. Prussia had put him on speaker.
"Yes?" There was a hint of annoyance in Romano's voice that Prussia expertly ignored.
"What are you wearing?"
Silence. It took a moment for Romano to process the words. Thinking about what this call could turn sent a tingling feeling through his abdomen. A decision was made.
"... a t-shirt." Romano's voice was quiet and his tone unfazed, but Prussia hummed approvingly.
"Only a t-shirt? No pants? Boxers? Anything?" The smirk on his lips was audible.
Romano rolled his eyes. "No! You know how I sleep. What about you? Wearing those ugly-ass plaited cotton pyjamas?"
Prussia's awkward laugh put a smile on Romano's face that he would surely deny. "Not exactly. I'm wearing.. briefs. Black ones. If having them hang around my knees counts?"
This time Romano snorted loud enough for Prussia to hear, but he still masked the amusement in his voice. "You're undressed already? What were you doing?"
"Oh, uhm..." The rustling of bedsheets could be heard through the phone when Prussia scratched his head. "I got back to my room and went to bed. But I couldn't stop thinking about you and the things we would do if you were here. With me." Prussia took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. For a moment he could only hear Romano's breathing at the other end of the line."
"Are you hard?"
Prussia's cock twitched at Romano's words, the sultry voice he had suddenly put on. "Y- yes."
A low groan escaped Romano at the confession. He ran his free hand up and down his thighs, between his legs, touching all his most sensitive spots. "Are you touching yourself right now?"
"Yes."
Romano's breath hitched. Thinking about his boyfriend, spread out on the bed, briefs somewhere around his knees and stroking his cock thinking about him... He felt his arousal grow. Gipping the base of his cock before stroking his length, Romano let his eyes fall shut, focusing on the noises Prussia made and the images of him in his head.
"Romano..." Prussia sounded out of breath already, Romano acknowledged him with a hum.
"Me too. But it would feel so much better if it was your hands touching me. I wish I was there with you." He sank further down into the pillow, speeding up the pace of his strokes a little. "I would get on my knees for you and suck you off until you come down my throat."
"Mhmm..!" Prussia's moan was stifled and Romano heard him shifting on the bed.
"Prussia.. Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you."
Another strained noise. "My brother's next door. Hotel room walls are thin."
"Are you telling me I cannot hear you moan because of your jerk brother?" Romano slowed down his strokes a little.
"Can we stop talking about my brother and get back to you telling me about how you want to suck on my dick?"
Prussia sounded desperate. He's getting close, good, Romano thought to himself and chuckled. Running his thumb across the tip of his cock he spread the precum before going back to stroking himself properly.
"Only if you let me hear the noises you'd make when I take you down my throat. If you're lucky I might even use my fingers on you. Slip one inside you while sucking you dry."
"Please, oh god please don't stop..."
Romano could hear the exhaustion of holding back in Prussia's voice. Knowing that his words were capable of doing this to him made his own cock jolt and precrum dribble down his lenght.
"I want... you to come and... to let me hear you." Romano panted between the words, his own climax approaching.
"I wish I could cum on your face... so pretty... Romano...!"
A mix of moans, pleas, sheets rustling and the bed squeaking erupted from the speaker of Romano's phone. Hearing his boyfriend moan his name when he came sent a wave of pleasure straight to his abdomen, making the tightening feeling unbearable.
With a groan on his lips and the image of his spent boyfriend in his mind, Romano's orgasm made him clench his phone hard enough to unintentionally press some of the buttons. He rode out his high, not caring about his t-shirt getting soiled by his own cum and even wiped his hand clean with it.
"Prussia?"
Silence. Romano frowned and checked his phone.
Oh. He pressed call again.
"Hey, Romano! Did you just hang up on me?!"
"I didn't mean to."
Prussia cackled. "It's okay, but you owe me letting me hear you moan my name!"
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do u hav any adhd!niki hcs
Oh god, I don't but I will come up with some right now :D
Disclaimer I don't have an ADHD diagnosis or think I have ADHD so whatever I write now will be some stupid self insert stuff I do cs idk (aka the stuff I have done that earned me an "OMG do you have ADHD you annoying fuck" um... yea the grown-ups here are *insert bad word*) I will let you be the judge of "is this accurate ADHD representation or not LMAO"
Niki struggles with starting tasks like a lot
She loves baking but oh fuck who the fuck is going to clean up the kitchen afterwards (if she just looses her motivation which is normally the case)
It takes her very long to fall asleep
She would mine stone for so long she forgets what time or day it is just because it is so satisfying (I mean have you tried mining stone with netherite and fortune 2??? IT'S AMAZING)
I also imagine her running or jumping around in her underground city for hours just because it's fun
she picked up Techno's "HUUUUUH" and "EEEEE"
She stumps her feet like a toddler when she is exited :D
uuu biting her nails all the time. like all the time. and she doesn't even notice
She can absolutely not wear something that doesn't feel comfy or smells bad. Like. No. She is not getting in that shit (But I think this is also a symptom of autism soo...)
Oh, fuck memory. This was supposed to be my first point but I forgot A-
She is a sucker for music. Like. There's always some background music in the background
Sometimes there are days she just does not have the energy to do anything.
With that I mean she can't force herself to like to go mining or cook herself sth so she just ends up eating an apple or sitting in her chair for like really long
Long nights staring at the wall. I don't know why people have asked me if I have ADHD for that but ok. I can give it to her haha
LEG SHAking. All the time literally. Like right now lmao. (but i am not sure if this is ADHD or Anxiety or sth else haha haha...)
She doesn't always understand sarcasm and irony LMAO
ok I am back from discord - back to work haha
Introvert. It's not specifically ADHD but she is an introvert
Also she is energetic but tied all the time
She burns her cakes a lot LMAO cs time is a bitch
Therefore they syndicate gave her a timer that does not shut up for god knows how long
Good thing she forgets to set it so it doesn't even scream in the first place lmao
her sleep schedule is fucked cs there is no light in her city and she doesn't want to walk up the stairs lmao
she forget's to make herself a clock all the time and when she does she loose's it
like she looses a lot of stuff. She can basically find nothing lmao
Daydreaming haha. all the time. Literally.
She has a stopwatch on her that reminds her to drink water (techno gave it to her lmao) this bitch is already set for all the time and it just bzzs even in the middle of the night LMAO
Can not name what she is feeling. Exept happyess.
She cannot read something if its like a really long paragraph. She just scanns it or jumps over it but her brain will in no way let her actually read that shit
This has nothing to do with me but with cc!Niki. C!Niki is sensitive to light. Just like cc!Niki
Aa I think that's everything I have at the moment and I hope I am not forgetting to much (lol I probably am) sorry it took so long xD
#niki#solarsleepless#adhdaydreaming#minecraft#dsmp#c!Niki#ADHD! Niki#dsmp niki#dsmp nihachu#i suck at tagging lmao#technoblade#:D
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every time I think about what I have to do to make myself feel less stressed, the scream from Immigrant Song goes off in my head (but it's sharper than what's actually in the song, so it really sucks)
I'm going to try to real quick just list out the stuff I have to do to wrangle my brain
roughly in order of priority:
guest lecture (+slides) for the psylx class on monday (there will be no pre-class time to prep for it; has to be done tonight)
pay (and file) taxes ASAP
call photographer for wedding album ASAP (not actually urgent but it's been on my list since like. november.)
read and make slides for two papers for tuesday
post grades for discussion and reading comments
read article summaries, post grades
respond to the person's email from like two weeks ago at this point about the project we were supposed to start last term
send email to CW folks to apologize profusely and say I can't do next year (not like they would hire me back after this year!!! gotta beat 'em to the punch!!!)
that's what I wanted to get done this weekend because like. I am so behind on it, except for the class stuff, which I would like to continue NOT being behind on. feels like a reasonable amount (when you consider I have three students). like enough to have an actual weekend for part of it. but now... lolfuck.
and of course there was more stuff I wanted to do both late last week when I was dealing with migraines/sludge brain (which I'm now realizing is pre-migraine brain) and this weekend
review code for stats consult meeting on monday
maybe reschedule the meeting now that we're apparently not meeting for that paper until at least friday?
read and make slides for thursday's papers
finish the (2-3, I think) Q1 contracts???? at least?????
read the two articles for the other paper
put all of the refs for section 2 as zotero refs
see when RA is able to get responses collated so I can do basic stats on them
continue collating the edits that need to be done on the done chapters
finish up sections of ch 8 on language nests and nicaraguan sign
get the other edition of the experiment programmed and set up to run online with student participants
give lab UGs first crack at being paid to record stimuli for the next-next iteration
if we still need speakers, RA can draft a flyer
read something out of any of the books I have out from the library because theoretically they're useful for my research
do a little bit of digging on how to do a word-learning study with school-age kids
re-pot the aloe and orchid and a bunch of spider plant offshoots
other self-care things like doing yoga and taking really long walks outside since it's finally nice out this weekend
it's hard to do things when your executive functioning is shot and you're overwhelmed by "okay I have to ... OPEN??? documents???? god" because apparently right now that is too many steps. like I've realized I literally have to list out the things I need to open to do something right now BEFORE I EVEN OPEN THEM. like "oh shoot I forgot I said I would give a guest lecture on my current projects next week, I need to write some slides for that" means stress about when is the class, where is the class, did I say I'd do it monday or wednesday, how do I want to talk about what I'm doing, what did I give them as an example to read, etc etc etc, which means I need to very purposefully think through how I would find out the answers to all those questions, and by the time I've done that, well, there goes a bunch of brainpower. fewer things can get done today. guess I'm sacrificing the grocery store until tomorrow or sth.
i mean it all comes down to how I'm an overambitious idiot who was like oh fuck yeah I'll take on all these projects and do these things because it's gOoD fOr My CV and/or possible non-ac aspirations, and then I go oh no this was a terrible mistake when all of them are due at the same fucking time (and the stuff I had to put off is now coming back around to also have to be done at the same time). I really do need to have that punch card of "say no to nine things and you can have an ice cream" I saw on twitter yesterday. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗰 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁
Hello stranger! Welcome to my blog and to my pinned post, in this case. You are probably reading this because you are stalking me or considering to follow me (if you are not you should consider it y'now?), so keep reading. Also if you see this on your dashboard this works better on the "web" blog I don't know how to say it. Like, when you go to the url.com that thing. So go, what are you waiting for?
I'll put a cut because this is infinite. I don't want you to be scrolling till death if you don't want to read. I recommend reading it though. Well, if you're already a mutual you don't have to.
𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓪
First off, you can call me Kat! I have my name in the blog title but anyway, it could be useful.
Any pronouns. I'm agender and I don't have preferences for pronouns, so as you like, I don't really mind.
English is NOT my first language, expect a lot of mistakes. I usually check a couple of times what I post, but sometimes I'm too lazy to do it. This post is the best example (I'm not checking and I won't do it).
I get bored easily. That's it that's the point.
I don't know what else to put here, I'm a dumb bitch. What do people even put on these? I'm just improvising, sorry.
𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰
Surprise! I don't know how to draw, I don't know how to write and I don't know how to communicate with people! Have I mentioned that my English sucks? No? Well, there you have, then.
I can't be on two fandoms or like two shows at the same time (in this case), so don't expect me to post about anything else that isn't JoJo's. Also, expect tons of shitpost or me just talking about things that happen to me.
Every now and then I post something interesting, but not that much. My two most popular posts are an Araki drawing of Caesar and Joseph and a comment on TikTok about Stardust Crusaders and how fucking sad it is.
I used to talk a lot about DIO. Now I don't do it much, but just wait till I rewatch Stardust Crusaders. My gallery is filled with pics and videos of DIO, just you wait.
Caejose is my current brainrot, but I don't post much about it because I suck at headcanons. I think about old Caesar in Stardust Crusaders a l o t, but I just imagine specific scenarios, so that's why I don't post them (oh shit I just had a déja-vu).
I sometimes post about my dreams, when I'm not too embarrassed of them. I once dreamed with Abbachio poledancing, another one with Bucciarati and me in a jacuzzi and the last one I had I was hiding with Caesar in some secret place, I don't remember the context. My dreams are elite I don't care what y'all say.
I love tag and ask games, so feel free to tag me. I'm bored 80% of the day. If you like you can leave a random ask, I don't mind. Actually, I like random asks. Do it.
Also, I have like "sections" of my blog, like tags. "Kat draws" where I... post my sketches???, "Kat is mad" where I just post random stuff I'm mad at, "Kat kats"... I don't know what this is about it's me in my most pure state, that's why it's called "kats". I had to invent a verb.
If you see this tag ":]" on a post (most likely to be sth about DIO), hell is going to unleash on the rest of the tags. You can check it for yourself just by searching it on my profile.
Everyone is welcomed here and I want y'all to feel safe on my blog, unless...
𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽...
(I have to fix this part but it's 1 am I'll do it tomorrow ig)
If you are or support proshippers, this is not your blog, I'm sorry. I'm not comfortable with you around here.
If you are TERF/rad-fem. I don't share your ideals, sorry. I'm not comfortable with you around here either.
If you are or support pedophiles, racist, homophobic, transphobic people. Don't be an asshole please, open your eyes.
I want this to be a safe place for everyone and you are a threat to my goal.
𝓕𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓸 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮
Well, you can skip this, this will be long.
I'm dumb af, you can notice in many of my posts but it's important to get this clear before starting.
I'm a minor. I don't mind adults interacting as long as they aren't weird and aren't mentioned in my do not interact. Thank you.
Sometimes I'm too friendly, but please do not misundertand my words. I'm aro and I don't want any relationship. Sorry if you're uncomfortable with how I talk, just tell me and I'll stop.
I think I'm funny but I'm not.
I don't know how to communicate with people. I don't even know how to do it in my mother language, I don't know what you are expecting from me. I'd love to talk to you if you want though, I just suck and I'll probably run out of things to tell after 2 minutes of chatting.
I vent sometimes, but just trivial things. I think I do not have any TW to put like, in the general blog. If it is one, I'll put it on the specific post.
I get obsessed over a specific series, anime or book and I stick with it for months. In that time, I can't watch any other series or anime that isn't the one that I'm obsessed with at the moment. Right now I'm on my JJBA obsession.
Also, I've just watched the anime parts. I would start reading the manga, but I'm waiting for the Stone Ocean anime release. I don't know if I could wait til then though.
My personality type is INTP in MBTI and 5w4 in Enneagram. I was True Neutral in Alignment but I did the test on January. I have to do the tests again. By the way I know this tests aren't 100% accurate but it's the unstoppable need to try to know myself that keeps me inspiring me to do them on repeat, don't mind me. Annnd because I'm too lazy to read all the personalities one by one.
I don't know if anyone wants my Discord, but here it is anyways:
sakima#2527
I usually forget things a lot so expect a bunch of "I was going to say/complain about something but I forgot what it was".
I had more things to put on here but I forgot so this section will be constantly updated.
𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝔂
Again, the unstoppable need to know myself. Here's my kinwheel:
If you don't know how this works, in the centre is my main kin, then medium or highkey kins and lastly, the lowkey ones.
𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓼
JJBA
Get my blood sucked by DI- Oh no I shouldn't say this publicly sorry
That's it that's the section.
Recommend books and songs thank you
𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻
I think that's it by now. Thank you for doing it this far! Now, can we be mutuals? Or besties maybe? I don't have much to offer, but here is my visual representation:
If you want to know about my JJBA opinions search the tag #jjba 30 day challenge. I left it on day 6 but I'll continue soon. I promise.
Well, now's definitely over. I hope you see me as a cool person because that's my goal in life. Also, I'm praying for this shit to work well on my blog, this ain't Amino.
Have a nice stay! Thank you for making it this far. And remember: you're cool, you're loved and you matter. Take care of yourself please. See ya.
Kat out ;)
PS: If you read this, you have to follow me, I don't make the rules /j
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teen!Harry being the new kid in town and your neighbor, and you have to show him around and you start talking a lot and become really close friends🤔😶
and then he met you
word count: 1,785
A/N: so I started this one as an 80s style because I was listening to Whitney who I love but then sth happened and I forgot about it, so sorry if it’s messed up. Hope you enjoy!! 😁🥺
ps. i have no idea why each of my writings are being written between 3-5 am😂
You wanted to sleep. You actually needed to. But how were you supposed to if sleep was the only thing you couldn’t concentrate on?You hated life. Most of the times, not always.
You recall that night, 3 years ago, back in 1985 when you were 14, that the next morning was one of those bloody days you wish you weren’t who you are. A new kid had came in the town some days before, so you, as the mayor’s daughter, you had to show him around. You hadn’t met him yet, but he was your neighbor, and hopefully he wouldn’t be annoying or else you knew you would kill yourself having someone annoying you for years. The only thing you knew about him was that he was in your age and his name that was something Styles, either Kyle either Johnathan?you can’t quite recall. But right then the only thing you could do was to hear some music and relax for the next of the night. There were a lot of songs you could listen to, to fall asleep but your favourite one would always be ‘Greatest Love Of All’.
You woke up the next morning and the first thing you noticed was the time. ‘7.45 am’ ‘oh shoot’ you said while you got out of bed immediately put some loose-fit jeans you found and an oversize yellow sweatshirt. Running down the staircase, putting your shoes, and leaving the house without eating breakfast or even saying goodbye. And thank god, he was your neighbor and he wouldn’t realize you’re late because you were sleeping.
You go to the red door, that’s practically next door and knock 3 times. Before you could even take your eyes of the door, a green-eyed boy with brown curly hair appears. He’s pretty cool, fine.
‘You must be y/n’ he says, putting a smile in his face while he’s inviting you into his house.
‘Yeah actually’
‘Harry.’
Oh. Harry. Not Kyle or Johnathan. The name actually suited him you thought.
‘We should start heading off. School starts soon.’ you say licking your lips and walking away of that house.
He follows you.
‘So’ he says
‘So?’ you question, mostly confused
‘What’s about you? Your life, interests something I should know?’
God, you barely knew him 3 minutes and he was the most annoying person you had ever met already.
‘Nothing special’ you feel like you could kill him if you wanted him right now or choke him with the chain he has in his neck because his breathing is annoying you even more ‘what about you’ what the fuck did you just thought, you questioned yourself.
‘I like writing’ he replies, his dimples showing off. You hadn’t even noticed he had them.
‘oh.’ you exhale
‘But mostly I like singing’
‘So you’re kind of the famous musician guys in high schools?’ you say chuckling.
‘Well. Not. In my own is better.’
In my own? what a mung. Like alone in his shower? Yeah so do I, boy.
‘That’s…clutch.’ It was awkward, you could tell. You weren’t the type of person that becomes besties with the first stranger, but neither the one who won’t talk at all.
‘so here we are’ you say again ‘that’s the school, down the hallway are some empty lockers, one of them is yours.’ and as you were about to leave and go find your friends he grabbed your wist.
‘Will we talk again? Like not not talk..because we’re neighbors but..ugh.. you know..like..’
‘I know.’ you say with your beautiful bambi eyes ‘you’re stuck with me Styles.’
‘My pleasure then.’
You both leave a small laughter and head to your classes.
//
You wake up the next day, realizing you actually slept last night. You weren’t fully awaken but for sure you were pretty aware that someone was knocking on your window. Someone like your best friend Harry, that now you hate, because it’s Saturday and you want to sleep.
You approach the window and open it, letting Harry come in your bedroom.
‘You ruined my sleep!’ you say with a moody sleepy face.
‘Sorry lovie, but it’s 11 am, you had to wake up.’ he responds
‘Jesus, it’s so early?’ you say, him leaving a smirk on his face and you just starring at him with wanting to fall back asleep.
Looking back now, you would have never imagined that the annoying new neighbor of yours would become your best friend. Even though, you had known each other for only 3 years, you had a connection since the begging. You would do anything together. With Harry in your life, everything was better.
But things got complicated all the time. Especially when you were the mayor’s daughter and the nerd, whereas Harry was a pretty good musician, and being honest, pretty hot, so every girl in the high school liked him. It was kinda odd how he could have any girl he wanted, and he had, but now he had just lost interest.
There were a lot of times that he questioned ‘why they even like me,like look at me I’m not even that hot’ and you would just roll your eyes while he’s looking himself at your mirror and you are sitting in your chair.
But you knew why. Every girl knew why. Every girl liked him and surely you were not an exception. But you would never ever dare to tell Harry that. It was just a little crush you had, nothing strong that soon or later would leave. It didn’t worth losing your best friend over some stupid feelings you’ve been had for 3 years now.
He’s your best friend.
You’re his best friend.
That’s all. Nothing more. After all, why would he even like you. You. When he could have any other girl he wanted, why would he choose you. Exactly he wouldn’t.
//
It was Saturday evening, and as usual you and Harry would go out. You two and everything looked like peace.
‘You know.’ you start talking ‘when I first met you I found you really annoying’
‘What??’ he says laughing really hard
‘No really. Especially when we started talking for the first time, I wanted to choke you with that chain you had in your neck.’ you laugh as well.
‘When I met you, I thought you were a nerdyyy’ he opens his eyes more ‘and I was riiight.’ he says
You two were obviously way too drunk, and only 17 so pretty illegal as well.+
‘Know! I liked you firstly, but I was only 14 so dumb teen feelings I guess.’ you say not even realizing what you just told him.
‘I actually liked you too. More like, like you. Like still. But more possible to throw out.’ you says, recalling the mistake he just said, ‘throw up!!’
‘wait.’ maybe she isn’t that drunk after all. ‘what did you just say?’
‘I’m about to throw up.’ he says feeling kind of dizzy
‘No, no,no.’ she repeats anxious. Did he say that?
‘I like you.’ and he looks at her.
5 minutes ago they were drunk as hell, now they’re the sober they’ll ever be.
‘What. Wait. Why? You didn’t say anything! Like you like me back and didn’t bother to inform me?’ you have no idea if you just whispered or yelled.
‘Me? What about you? Like me back? How am I supposed to know?
‘It’s obvious, Harry!
‘So am I! But you didn’t tell me!’
‘I thought that you would leave me and never speak to me again after that. I was scared to lose my best friend putting my own feelings behind!’
‘y/n, why would I leave you?’
That’s a really good question that you never reached for an answer. For the next 2 minutes you didn’t talk, you just starred at each other. But you couldn’t ruin this more. You knew you ruined everything when you told him you like him, now you can’t also loose him forever, because once you have him, then it’s when he’s gonna leave.
‘Can we go home?’ you ask, walking away from him, because as much as you wanted to hold your best friend, your stubborn part wouldn’t let you. In the whole way back home you didn’t talk. You neither talked the next day. Nor the next week. Nor the next month. The Harry you knew wasn’t here anymore, your Harry.
//
It had been almost 2 months. They were really hard. You never thought that losing Harry, your best friend, meant losing a part of yourself. And today, was one of those old good days that you hated yourself and life. You told your parents that you didn’t feel good, so you didn’t have to go to school. Life wasn’t at her best, but either were you.
You heard a knock at the door, so you went down to open, assuming that it’s your parents, once you were home alone.
‘Mum?’ you question before opening the door.
‘wrong guess.’ that voice, oh god, you hadn’t heard that voice for 2 months now. You missed it. You missed him. But you also hated him, not in the way that you couldn’t forgive him, because you already have.
‘what are you doing here Harry?’ you ask, standing in the door, not wanting to let him in.
‘I came to find you.’
You assumed that he was worried and you didn’t show up today. He cared. Of course he did.
‘You found me.’ but still you were too selfish to just let go.
‘I’ve been thinking for months now but I can’t find the answer to a problem.’
What the hell was he talking about?
‘Okay..’ you were ready to answer whatever the damn he wanted to question, because right now you wanted to be left alone, again.
‘If I like you and you like me, why can’t we be together.’ maybe not every question after all.
‘Harry, you know it’s complicated.’
‘How, how is it?’
‘We’re still teenagers, we got a whole lifetime if we want to make mistakes, right now I’m not gonna waste my time in that. You were my best friend, now you’re just my neighbor.’ you were about to cry and you couldn’t let him watch you crying, because you knew that he was about to cry too, when you heard his trembling voice.
‘So, is it a goodbye?’ he asks, not wanting an answer, because once he got it, he would never change it.
‘It is.’
And just like that your heart was broken. Not in one, not into, but in million pieces.
She cried for the boy she never had.
He cried for the girl he never had.
So similar but so different.
#harry styles#harry styles x reader#x reader#harry styles imagine#imagine#request#80s#fanfic#hi it's 4 am#one direction#y/n#writing#and then he met you
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Artists’ world is messed up: a personal thought
One of the worst thing that can happen is when one if your favorite artists acts so bad that everything they do become just... not special as it used to be.
I recently came across one of my favorite artists (and before someone says anything, they’re not like the 100k follower kind of artist who doesn’t respond due to the amount of messages they receive. They have 19k followers and they usually respond to messages etc) and since it has been so long since they last posted something the day they did I decided I should took that opportunity to finally leave a comment and let them know how much I appreciate their art and their work, and also naively thought I could do something nice for them.
Now, I’ll start by saying I am an artist as well (even though I don’t post much stuff and I don’t like posting some of my art for insecurity issues) but I do love to draw. And I pay really attention to what I say and what I do because I know artists can get touchy as hell sometimes... So, they posted a pic of their OC and wrote sth like “they’re totally not based off of me” (sarcastically, ofc, the OC was basically a sort of self insert). Since I’ve had my OC in my head for a very long time but only recently decided to actually draw her, I thought it was cute to share it in the comment section. But my intention wasn’t to spam my art, I mean, I don’t even have 30 followers on Twitter! Instead I wrote them that I like their oc a lot and that it’s perfectly normal to create an oc based off their own creator. But instead they wrote me I did something rude because people shouldn’t post their art in the comments of other artists’ posts because it can be seen as a way to get noticed. It felt so bad. All they cared for was their own stupid visibility. They didn’t even considered the compliment I had left in that comment. What makes me laugh so hard is that in the message they wrote me, they started off by saying “first of all I like your oc! I like their hair and their weapon” like “hm how can I tell this dude to delete the fuck out of that comment without sounding rude? Oh yeah I’ll compliment her for her oc. Yeah.” All I wanted to do was share a thought with them AND YES, also sharing my OC, but I mean it was just a way to start a conversation... Furthermore they talked like they had one million followers all waiting for me to stop following them and following me instead, like??? Dude??? What the hell chill... I’m sure if your followers knew what you write to me they would stop caring so much about a person who is this rude to her fans.
After that, I went through their Instagram and guess??? They posted the same drawing and wrote “do you guys have any ocs based off of you?” Like REALLY??? I have!! If only you let me—hm. Never mind. Oh yeah I forgot that on Instagram people can’t post pictures in the comments. Anyway, after that they told me to even delete the comment. And I did. I did everything they told me to. I’m here contesting because I just think it was too much of an exaggeration. And what’s even worse is how I acted, how I responded to their awful and sad passive-aggressive behavior, telling them I felt ashamed and sorry, almost in tears, that I’ve been following them for two years... You know what they simply told me? “You said you’ve been following me but you’re not” - did they... did they check it??? Right after I said it??? Instead of being proud of what a fan is saying to you and being grateful for the compliments?? Literally one of my fav artist is now one of the WORST I’ve ever talked to.
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hi! could you possibly write sth really dirty with my boy wooyoung? like i want him to choke me and then cuddle like it's not even the same person? whatever you feel good with, thanks! ps: i love your blog
hi anon!
you're my first request so this is a very special moment and i don't wanna fuck things up HHEBDHS
since u didnt focus on a scenario i hope u enjoy this one!
[11:27 PM] it was night, the cold rain fell outside while you heard the thunders shake parts of your house. the only light in the room came from the tv, where you were watching a movie with your boyfriend wooyoung caressing your back. everytime there would be a jumpscare, he would jump and hug you, but this time who did this was you, when the tv suddenly shuts down.
"w-wooyoung... what happened?" he laughs, even though he was freaking out.
"i think the power went off" he sighs, but when he captures your scared signs, he pulls you close, "don't be afraid, honey, here, let's light up some candles".
the idea of it terrified you even more, because it would turn the house even scarier, but you couldn't find ways to say no. wooyoung was acting a little weird, you couldn't properly see him but you could feel he had a smirk on. he looked for some matches and lightened them up, watching it burn for some seconds and then, finally, lighting the candles.
"what's wrong with you today, wooyoung?" you ask, "you've been acting weird, did something happened?" he just looks at you with lust, he had sparkles in his eyes, even in the dark. "wooyoung?"
he disappears in the dark and you look around confused, trying to find him again.
"ah, babygirl, you shouldn't be afraid of the dark, you should be afraid of what's in it" he whispers to your ear, you can already feel him growing hard on your ass.
"and what's in it?" you ask, rubbing your lower body against his boner.
"me" he turns you around, pulling your back to him and attacking your mouth, one of his hands doesn't touch you until now, when you feel something cold on your folds and it starts to vibrate. you can't hold a moan back when he sets the toy to a medium speed.
"fuck" you let out, your legs shaking at the sensation. he takes you to the sofa again, not wasting time to take your clothes off. you were completely naked now. he placed the toy on your core and his knee to keep it in place, but you end up getting his pants wet. he grabs you by your face and pulls you up.
"look what you've done, babygirl" he slaps you slightly. "oh, i forgot you can't see in the dark, but hold on" he pushes you to the couch again and leaves you there, waiting for him. when you open your eyes again, he holds the candle close to your tummy and lets the liquid paraffin get in touch with your skin. you whine, but enjoy it anyways. he'd suck and lick your sensitive spot while holding eye contact. you were so close right now, your legs starting to shake, but he stopped, out of nowhere, he just stopped. "not now", he teases you one last time.
you hear him undo his pants and quickly feel a hard dick entering you. he let you adjust to his size and moan at the sensation of your hot walls around him. he starts a very slow pace, paying attention only on your spread tighs and how he left the liquid of the candle run down your soft skin. unconsciously your hips began moving to feel him better, but again, he stops. you whimper.
"what do you want, babygirl?" one of his hands makes its way up your waist and grab your neck. "use your words, i wanna hear you beg" he says and gives you a deep thrust.
"please... f-fuck me" you admit shamelessly, he gives you a smirk and start fucking your soul out. you can't help but scream his name in pleasure while he grabs the toy again and sets the speed on low on your clit. you quiver at all the sensations your body is witnessing now, your back arches when he hits your spot and keeps doing it over and over, he blows the candle off and puts it on the table, going back to you. with his free hands, he throws both of your legs over his shoulders and bend over you, allowing an even deeper angle. one of his hands still on the toy and the other one on your neck.
"who's making you feel this good, huh?" he continues, being able to see your face even in the dark. "say my name" he says.
"you, wooyoung" your voice shakes and you gasp for air, you swore it would sound louder, but the lack of oxygen and his grip on your throat didn't properly allow your voice to come out.
"louder, pet" you feel his gaze burning down your face, setting the toy on a higher speed and thrusting even harder than before. "say it louder".
"w-wooyoung" you cry out while feeling your orgasm coming close. he kisses you with anger, biting your bottom lip, almost making it bleed. his pace was almost rabbit-like right now and on a quick move, he reaches his high, filling you with his warm seeds. "baby, don't stop" you stumble on your own words. he pulls out and kneel on the ground to lick you. you were sensitive because of the toy and he knew that exactly, making you moan messier and try to close your legs. it doesn't take too much for you to come too, screaming his name one more time.
you both pant together and he gets up to grab a tissue to clean you, peeling off of your body the tiny pieces of candle. when it's all good, you put your clothes on again and lay on the couch, wooyoung clinging onto you to cuddle.
#sorry for going rlly off anonie#hope you enjoy it!!!!!!!!#ps: u love my blog???????????? omg#hashtag freaking out hahahahaha#wooyoung smut#ateez reaction#ateez smut#ateez san#ateez#ateez seonghwa#ateez mingi#ateez hongjoong#ateez wooyoung#kpop smut#kpop blurbs#kpop#ateez jongho#ateez yeosang#ateez yunho#bunny talks
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