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phoneuserhana333 · 8 months

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.°˖✧ part 2/3: neighbor!doctor!abby / neighbor!producer!reader headcanons .°˖✧

tags: NSFW!!!, sick!reader, mention of nausea and illness, hand on throat, cliffhanger, ellie appears.

i acc hate how this part turned out :( i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable, barely proofread</3 sorry :((((

PART1 — PART2 — NSFWHC — N(SFW)HC

• you successfully forced abby into a temporary truce. sort of. falling sick and losing your voice, motivation and strength left you low on groceries and medication. so you opted to sleep through the nauseating headaches and eat oatmeal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it was bad bad.

• so bad, in fact, that you sought out abby’s help. sure, she was a seemingly pretentious, stuck up ER nurse with a mean streak and a hatred for anything fun, but she had the medical knowledge you desperately needed to get back on your feet. plus, she definitely had pain relief medication lying around her house.

• this lead to a strange deal to form between abby and you; nurse anderson agreed to get food and medicine and deliver it to you until you got better, in exchange for three weeks of peace and quiet. hesitant, but desperate, you agreed. this was a huge win for abby. all she wanted was you to be quiet, after all.

• on the first day of your deal, you didn’t let abby come inside, claiming that you were quarantining and demanding she leaves the tote bags full of groceries outside. you barely managed to pull them into your home and the heaviness made you break a sweat, causing your fever to worsen. you texted abby that you were feeling worse and she managed to convice you to come over tomorrow after work for a check up.

• the day after, a defeated patient greeted abby at the door, avoiding her questioning gaze. she sighed and entered your home with a smaller bag filled with medicine and her briefcase with equipment that her dad gifted her. abby was a keeping her side of the deal to a t, she was determined to get on your good side, hoping you’d tune your partying and constant noisiness down for good.

• upon entering your home, the blonde was stunned. bookshelves, a grand piano, papers everywhere, even a chess board. you were smarter than she gave you credit for. the woman let you lead her to your bedroom where the air was thicker and the blinds were pulled down, hiding a bed full of tissues and forgotten mugs in the dark. fuck, her condition might be worse than i thought, abby thought to herself as she stared at your messy floral sheets, or she’s lazy, which might be even worse.

• abby checked you with the care of someone who has been in the medical field for decades, taking her time with you. your temperature was high and you were shivering, claiming to be cold while burning up. abby telling you to pull your shirt up wasn’t helping your trembling state either.

“take me on a date first, w-why dontcha?”

“sorry, y/n. i don’t date neighborhood brats.”

• you pout, too tired to argue, jumping when you feel the freezing stethoscope abby placed against your bare back.

“ow, ow, ow- abby what the hell?! s’cold!”

“god, you’re such a crybaby! here-“

• abby pulled away and warmed the metal with her hot breath, rolling her eyes as she did. your pitiful appearance was only surface level, a cruel reminder to abby that you weren’t a doe-eyed, helpless girl next door she got to take care of and feed soup, much to her disappointment. her cute little face is hiding a literal devil, abby muses, listening to your irregular heartbeat.

• what abby wasn’t aware of however, was how often she thought of you as cute. it was always- “that cute brat”, “…kind of endearing if she wasn’t so annoying” or even “a handful”, complaining to manny on the phone with her darkened eyes glued to your ass, watching as you rushed past her home to catch a train. abby was getting lost in thought, her brain full of aforementioned handfulls and soft plump skin and maybe even her landing a rough spank on- fuck. no. that was wrong.

• … right?

• you, on the other hand, were wide eyed and choking on words. abby placed her warm hand on the small of your back, forcing you to straighten up. she was moving the chest piece around, occasionally telling you to breathe deeper, in a voice that your hazy mind registered as surprisingly hot.

• what really made your heartbeat skip, was her thumb rubbing your back, tracing the elastic waistband of your pajama pants and then slipping underneath to explore the hidden skin. was abby aware she was doing this?! why weren’t you saying anything?!

• … why did it feel so good?

• abby pulled your shirt down, packing away her equipment as she started to speak, offering you a final diagnosis (“you’re so dramatic, it’s just a cold”). the blonde was peeking at your shaking form from the corner of her eye, watching you pick up your tissues and mugs, trembling with barely open eyes. it may be just a cold, but you were obviously drained.

“… ugh. lay down, okay? i’ll take these downstairs.”

• abby rolled her eyes and took over cleaning up your cups. she ignored your protests as she walked downstairs to your kitchen to rinse your dirty dishes in the sink and get your dishwasher started. when she looked up, she saw a few photos on the cupboard above the sink, memories of you and your friends.

• on the one in the middle, you were hugging two girls, playfully kissing one on the cheek, caught mid laugh. her gaze softens. you were a good friend. but a horrible neighbor. for a second, abby lets herself get lost in her head, her eyes staring at the polaroids, unblinking.

• the next few days went by quickly with daily visits from abby. you started to get better, taking it easy and trying to cough quietly as to not bother your neighbor. abby was tired; december was coming up and she was unsure of her plans for the holidays. work was becoming more stressful and the ER was full of people- well, more than usual.

• abby stopped visiting as frequently when she noticed you were getting better, instead sending you wave and tell you off for not cleaning snow off your doorway or wearing a jacket she deemed to be too thin.

• until she stopped acknowledging you altogether. abby was purposefully ignoring you and you just couldn’t find out why. you were used to her eyes following you around, guarding you in some way, like some weird nurse-angel. why was she slowly becoming a ghost you could barely catch a glimpse of? had you done something wrong?

• instead of simply confronting abby, you chose to ignore her back, sending cold looks towards her whenever you crossed paths on the sidewalk. abby, on the other hand, would blush, thinking about how she saw you in only your tiny maroon panties a week ago, naked and on display in your window. since then, she couldn’t look at you, scared that you’d somehow find out that you were the reason she’s been moaning at night the past few days. seeing you on the street would make abby shut eyes shut tightly, fighting her mind as it conjured the image of your pussy and your hard nipples hidden by lacy curtains on a cold december night.

• one thing lead to another, and both of you ended up alone on christmas eve. abby swore she was just going to check on you, see if you were alright. the sight of you with puffy eyes and pouty lips, wrapped in a festive blanket made abby feel fuzzy. before she knew it, she invited you over.

• emotions running high and a somewhat romantic candlelit dinner resulted in you falling into abigail anderson’s bed. she fucked you until morning came, overstimulating you into oblivion and not letting you go until she was satisfied. and after that, she made you hot cocoa.

• despite pretending to be nonchalant, you were a goner. abby had wrapped her hand around your neck and reached down your throat to squeeze your heart. you wanted abby to be yours so bad.

• abby, however, was still hesitant to commit to you. you were the best sex she’s ever had in her life, your hot mouth and tight cunt left her aching for days after, running home to you every night after work, but did she like-like you? what if you didn’t like her back? abby was used to being non-committal, so why was she so enamored with the idea of sharing her life with you?

• this inner turmoil didn’t stop abby from eating you out on your counter top, fingerfucking you while taking a bath together, letting you grind against her thigh in her bedroom.

• god, why was everything so intimate all of a sudden? abby ground you harshly on her chiseled leg, moving your hips with force and pulling a nipple, anything just to hear you whine. with your forehead pressed against hers, you whispered “please, abby. need you-“ and she was gone. her pace quickened as she moaned “good girl, goooood girl…” over and over again. you truly were the best girl ever, abby thought, as you rode out your high on her, now wet, leg.

• sex this heavenly landed abby in your house on new years eve, attending one of your infamous (and unexpectedly fun) parties. she met your friends, dina and jesse. and… ellie. she recognized the two women- they were on one of the polaroids in your kitchen, ellie was the girl who’s cheek you were kissing.

• ellie was too close to you for abby’s liking, touching your back and brushing a finger against your lips after you took a shot of tequila. why was she telling you to “take it easy, babe”, why was she calling you babe? abby felt her blood boil as she rolled her eyes at the overly flirty tone ellie used, taking a sip of her favorite wine you made sure to get just for her.

• just when abby thought that it couldn’t get worse, ellie tried to make a move on you.

“so, y/n. any-uh, plans on who you’ll kiss tonight?”

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou #wlw #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #tlou x reader #abby tlou #abby anderson headcanons #abby anderson x female reader #abigail anderson

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redr0sewrites · 2 months

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omg lowkey having a shitass day and i’m too tired to write for my comfort character and your my fav so 😭😭 literally just any fluffy vox headcanons. literally any! could be only one paragraph IDC i just think it’s so cute how you write him 🙏🙏

OFCCCC!!!!! heres some hcs ab vox comforting u after a long day ♥️

🥀 Cw: none, just fluff!

vox is no stranger to long, tiring days. he's had his fair share of shitty work days and when he comes home to see you exhausted, he immediately notices what's wrong.

vox is very goofy, he's good at reading people and can immediately know if someone's upset, but it's how he reacts that throws him off. like he'll notice something is wrong but won't know how to respond.

he's so used to manipulating people (such as valentino) or just shoving down his own emotions to put on a persona that he isn't great at verbally comforting someone, but his actions make up for it.

he pulls you onto his lap and will run his hand up and down your back to soothe you. while his claws are sharp, he would never hurt you with them, and its much more of a ticklish sensation then anything

speaking of, vox loves it when you laugh. if you're pissed at someone in particular, he will definitely make fun of them to help cheer you up. don't be surprised if they "disappear".... he is an overlord after all. he'd only do this if you want him too tho

vox claims he isn't insecure, but in reality he knows exactly how it feels to feel shitty about everything around you. he's surprisingly empathetic, if you're in a relationship with him he definitely cares about you a lot and i genuinely see him being upset in the situation that you're upset

if you cry, vox may be a little awkward but will go to get you a glass of water. he'll also dim the light of his screen to make sure he doesn't give you a headache and, if you're really upset or tired, he may even take the day off of work to comfort you

vox is the type to turn on soft music when you're sad and pull you into a slow dance right in the middle of your apartment. he doesn't care that you're bleary eyed and that you keep stepping on his feet, he doesn't care that its sappy or that it makes him seem vulnerable to care about you so much. as long as he gets to see you smile and giggle as you both clumsily swirl around eachother, he's content in staying in this moment forever.

if you're ever angry/frustrated and take it out on him, he may be a little pissy but he can take it, especially if you feel really bad afterwards. he doesn't take it to heart if you have a bad day and snap at him, hell, he does it all the time. he may be a little pouty if you don't apologize but don't worry he'll get over it in a few minutes once he sees how tired you are

while vox is a little chaotic, he's a genuinely good person to vent too because he will literally always agree with you no matter what. you murder someone? its their fault for walking into your knife. he absolutely supports your rights (and wrongs) no matter what

he's also a pretty good listener in general because he just. listens. he doesn't give unnecessary input, he doesn't try to play devils advocate, he just listens and shows interest in what you have to say and comforts you when necessary. he doesn't see why thats such a big deal, but he genuinely is a pretty decent listener.

vox is also a yapper though, if you need to get your mind off of your day just tell him and he'll start explaining the most random things to you. oh, you had something really embarrassing happen today and you want to forget about it? well now you're going to listen to 500 shark facts while also hearing the entire princess bride lore. sorry not sorry.

vox would find the shittiest movie with the worst cgi imaginable for you both to watch after a long day, he loves curling up with you on the couch and making fun of horribly animated graphics together

i also think he's (secretly) a fan of corny romance films and/or romcoms, and would want to recreate cute scenes with you (but would literally never tell you that) so you both may end up watching cutesy romance movies too

(this is the song i had in mind bc its soo vox, so u can listen to this for the "full experience")

"aw c'mon bub, don't tell me your too mopey to dance?" vox extended his hand to you, yet his smile was a little more forced than usual. his eyes were wide on his screen, almost concerned about the teats staining your cheeks.

"m' fine voxy.." you mutter, turning away. "it was just a bad day." vox pouts, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"trust me, this will make you feel better," he assured, pulling you to your feet. vox snapped his fingers and a bright, upbeat tune began to play in the background. pulling you in close, vox twirled you around before stepping back, switching to a simple slow dance.

you can't help a soft smile from creeping onto your face as vox continues to exaggeratedly spin and pull you around. hell, if anyone could see you both now, they'd be shocked.

"who knew that the overlord of technology was such a sap?" you giggle, pulling vox down by his tie to give him a kiss, and he chuckles in response. vox pouts, yet his eyes crinkle a bit as a genuine smile graces his features. "only for you!!".

i saw this and immediately opened my drafts 🫡 it is a CRIME that i haven't written any vox fluff when he's literally one of my fav pookies. i have literally only written smut for him 😭 anyways, i hope this made ur day at least a bit better!!!! sending lots of love ur way ♥️♥️♥️♥️

also i am SO honored to be called ur favorite bc hello??? ur my favorite too?????

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certainlynotasimp · 11 months

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Cat Got Your Tongue?

(Miguel O’Hara x Female! Reader)

A/N: Hello~✨This is the one-shot version of this head cannon some one requested of Miguel O’Hara with a Black Cat!Reader. I still have no idea if this Anon , who I think I know who you are, wanted it to be the personality trope or the actual Spiderman character…oh well, I’m planning on writing one with y’all’s Spiderman x Black Cat lovers. Also this is my first attempt at some spicy content so feedback is appreciated.

Warnings: 18+ themes (Minors DNI), Not smut, Female Reader/Pronouns, Embarrassed Miguel, Jealousy, Dirty talk, and Google Translated Spanish (( again I’m sorry but hearing him talk in Spanish is literally just 🤤🤭🥵))

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The sound of aggressive typing fills the empty space as six spider men enter the meeting place within the lobby of the Spider Society.

Miguel barely sparred any of them a glance as they mumbled their small formalities while dragging themselves to their seats. All except the one the blue spider absolutely loathed to see in this room.

“Good morning, Guapito~” A sultry voice purrs into his ear causing the hairs on his neck to stand up. The SpiderWoman’s minty breath caused Miguel to bite on his salivating tongue as he chewed out. “Good morning, (L/N). Please take your seat.”

Throwing on a mask of annoyance, he glares at the snickering temperest as she sits beside him.

The new addition to the society joined about three weeks ago and Miguel never regretted anything more in his life than letting her bat her eyelashes into his team. Her faux innocence deceived him into believing she wouldn’t be too much trouble until the devil perked her head out of her.

Soon accidental brushes in the corridor turned into lingering caresses. Polite compliments turned into flirty promises as she continued to twist him around her finger. He should hate it. Hate every single bat of those long eyelashes. Hate every cat like curl to her lip. Hate how she acentuates her muscles and curves when she’s close to him. But he doesn’t.

The only thing he can possibly think that he hates about her was the ravage thoughts she puts into his head.

And he hates how he loves it.

“Alright, since we are all here.” He states as he opens the holographic map through out the room. “We are dealing with a dangerous anomaly in dimension 1746.”

As he finishes that sentence, a brush of something against his calf makes his muscles jump. He controls his face to remain calm and collected despite the urge to glare at the snickering spider beside him.

The others look at her confused for a moment before she fakes a sneeze into her elbow.

“Oh, excuse me.” She plays innocent as she grabs a tissue and dabs her nose. “The change in season in my world is causing a really bad allergy season…”

Her pitiful excuse causes the others to turn back towards their leader with a soft chorus of ‘bless yous’ plays out. Her eyes turn to meet his ruby gaze as a sinister smile curls on her pretty mouth.

‘Ella va a ser la muerte para mí.’ Miguel mentally groans as he throws himself back into the meeting.

“Lyla.” Miguel calls as he watches the heart eyed AI materialize infront of him.

“Yea, boss?” She says as she picks at her nails. He fights the urge to roll his eyes as he calmly asks, “Please show us all the information you gathered about the anomaly and what should we expect.”

“Isn’t that your job as the leader to do that?” The computer teases as Miguel glares at her.

“It does sound a lot more interesting when you explain it, sir.” A voice purrs beside him, causing the hair on the back of his neck to stand. His talons crack out of his skin as he grinned his teeth. Luckily, the red glow from the map allowed his heated cheeks to blend in.

“Well, (L/N), Maybe you should learn how to listen more to others.” Miguel grits out.

“Yea, hot stuff.” One of the spidermen whistles. “I’ll let you listen to me all night long.” He flirts as he uses the lense of his mask to wink at her.

The table almost cracks beneath the grip he on it as he tries to focus back on Lyla. “Parker-7853, you better watch your mouth before I send you home to your wife…” He warns he avoids eye contact.

The room goes back to the normal silence it was before as they all paid attention to Lyla explain the rules of the mission and the best ways to take out the anomaly without causing too much destruction to the fabric of space. Miguel focuses intently in front of him, but nothing the AI says processes through his brain.

The only thing he can think about was the burning gaze of the woman beside him. How she scoots a little closer and lightly traces her nail along his thigh.

‘Shit…’

As the agonizing minutes past by, the torture only got worse. Slight brushes along his leg and side, silent muttering of sweet nothings, disguised questions to hide the flirty remarks, and hyper attention on all of her perfume drove him mad.

His stomach was all in knots as he tried to remain composed as the meeting drew closer to the end. His fingers itched from the talons digging so deep into the chair as his fangs ached for a relief from the hunger she started in him. It’s hard to believe that she isn’t a Silk variant with how much she affected him….

The tension building in the room went unacknowledged but not unnoticed by the other spider men as Miguel’s signature frown was now a hardened scowl. The others didn’t dare point it out. They knew better than to call out their leader for being obviously distracted from the mission. They were all there when Miles Morales was at their base.

As the meeting ended, every spider man rushed out of the room before Miguel could properly dismiss them, leaving only him and his problem. The she-devil smiles sweetly as him as she stands up and innocently says,

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow. Right, Papi?” Her eyes shining with a look of mischief until she realized she broke the last bit of his resolve.

“Leaving so soon?” Miguel uncharacteristically smirks as he stands up and follows behind the woman. “I was hoping…” He pushes a button to cause the door to slam shut before the spider could escape his web. “We can have a quick chat about your behavior today.”

She turns and looks up at him in shock for a brief moment before slipping on her usual mask of flirtation. Her lovely eyes jumping from his looming figure towards any other way she could possibly escape. This wasn’t the usual reaction she would get from Miguel. He would normally scold her or roll his eyes at her advances, but today was different.

She’s fucked this time.

“Oh? I get some alone time with you today, Guapito?” She stuttered out as the growing dread and excitement bubbles up from her stomach into her rapid beating heart.

“Did you enjoy that?” Miguel asks sweetly, ignoring her comment as he stands just inches in front of her. His hand comes up beside her head and is placed against the door. His body leans forward as his open hand supports his weight. The tangible effect of watching his arm and shoulder flex from the strain almost causes her to pull her lip in between her teeth.

“En-enjoy what?” She acts coy as she tries to keep her eyes on his chest. She watches it vibrate with the deep cruel chuckle he releases and her own heart starts trembling as the smell of his cologne suffocates the air around them.

“Aw, is Gatita struggling to speak now?” A coo of false concern is laced with his amusement as she feels his other hand coming up beside her head. “What’s wrong, Gatita? Cat got your tongue?”

He chuckles at her struggling to respond as he threads his talons through her hair. He yanks her head back against the door softly as his hunger filled eyes burn into her wide ones. Jealousy and a long denied desire were now pouring out into his smirk as he leans down whispering,

“Crees que es divertido jugar conmigo así, ¿sí? ¿Delante de todos tus colegas?” His smirk widens revealing his fangs as he trails down slightly. Her body starts to shake from the anticipation as his nose traces fire from her cheek bone and along her jawline.

“I-I don’t-“ Miguel hushes her softly as his other hand comes to rest on her hip. “Pobre gatita... ni siquiera puede defenderse... incluso cuando otro hombre amenaza con llevársela a casa…” He tuts at her as the talons lightly dig into her neck and hip.

“Estuve a punto de pensar en tomarte en ese mismo momento... que todos escuchen lo buena chica que puedes ser para mí…” The Spider Woman had to bite her lip to hold back the noise building in the back of her throat as his fangs lightly scrape against her throat as he uttered sweetly bad things to her.

He smirks at this before saying, “Tal vez incluso te paralice con mi veneno para que puedas suplicar sin poder hacer nada... pero te gustaría eso, ¿verdad, niña bonita?”

She vigorously nods as the mask of false bravado finally falls off before Miguel tightens his grip in her hair, causing a soft moan to escape her pretty glossed lips.

“Words, Gatita. I want to hear you…” He scolds as he looks at how pathetic the once flirty spider had become in his touch.

“Yes!” She admits as her hands shot up and clung to his chest as the stinging from her scalp causes her to yelp.

“Good…” His face comes back up to her own as he starts to lean toward. Her own eyes flutter shut as she waits for the feeling of his lips against her own.

But nothing came. Instead she felt his hands completely remove themselves off of her as her eyes shot open. Miguel chuckles at the stop whine as he smirks devilishly at her.

“This will have to continue another time, Gatita…” He says as he unlocks the door. His face quickly trains back to the normal stern expression he always wears before saying, “But, don’t you dare try to embarrass me in front of the others again or else I will do as I promised…”

The spider scurries out of there with a tight “Yes, sir.” As Miguel chuckles in satisfaction.

Before he could leave, the yellow AI materializes again with a wicked smile on her face as she teases, “So you do like her?…if you’re gonna sleep with her, please don’t do it when I’m around. It was hard enough watching your two eye fuck the whole-“

“Lyla, shut up.”

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Translations:

Ella va a ser la muerte para mí.- She's gonna be the death of me.

Gatita-little kitten?? ((It also said it meant cooked 😭))

You think it's fun to play with me like this, okay? In front of all your colleagues?- Crees que es divertido jugar conmigo así, ¿sí? ¿Delante de todos tus colegas?

Pobre gatita... ni siquiera puede defenderse... incluso cuando otro hombre amenaza con llevársela a casa…-Poor little kitten...can't even defend herself...even when another man threatens to take her home...

Estuve a punto de pensar en tomarte en ese mismo momento... que todos escuchen lo buena chica que puedes ser para mí…—I almost thought about taking you right then and there...let them all hear how much of a good girl you can be for me…

Tal vez incluso te paralice con mi veneno para que puedas suplicar sin poder hacer nada... pero te gustaría eso, ¿verdad, niña bonita?-Maybe even paralyze you with my venom so you can helplessly beg...but you would like that wouldn't you, pretty girl?

#miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #miguel ohara #fanfic #across the spiderverse #miguel o’hara

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witchthewriter · 10 months

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do you have any headcannons about nadja of antipaxos with a shy girlfriend?? do you think she would tease them alot(especially during sex), would she be really soft around them, or how would she try to help them come out of their shell?

𝐍𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐬/𝐨:

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: violence, blood, swearing, 🔞18+ talk so no minors please!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 thank you for your question!

ENTJ

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral

Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Scorpio Rising

・What your question reminds me of is Jenna back in season 1 where Nadja sees her being bullied and goes 'She's gonna make those motherfuckers pay' (obviously not in those exact words as I cannot remember)

・And then without thinking she makes Jenna into a vampire so she can get her revenge

・But I think Nadja has a part of her that's soft for girls that are outsiders, or forgotten about or deemed unworthy.

・She would definitely help the girl/young woman come out of her shell. Either by changing them into a vampire (if they so desire), because that would definitely be her first option in helping you

・Then she would bring a piece of parchment, an inkpot and quill - and ask about what scares you. After writing it down, she would go and experience your fears with you

・I don't think she would tease you, not until you have spent a lot of time together. I'm talking like a couple months to years. Because she knows it would be cruel to tease someone who isn't confident give tit for tat.

・But when you have sex, she does like to tease you, to make you beg for what you want. She likes to hear it.

・Nadja would flirt with you here and there throughout your time together

・But when she keeps on seeing you, there's this tension that would start building

・And her playfulness starts to dissipate and transform into lust

・She would try to keep it from you but it would be way too obvious with her comments about how good you look or how nice you smell

・And obviously you ... have the same feelings ... so you give the same comments. And for a while, it's a sort of cat and mouse game.

・And then one day, she just ... pounced on you. And with as much vigor, you reciprocated.

・Being around Nadja just gives you this extra confidence.

・If you stayed human, then she would be into blood play - sucking a little of your blood from your neck and kissing you

・She's obsessed with your smell and the way your body moves when you're together

・She could smell you from a mile away

・Oh and she would LOVE public sex. She has absolutely no shame. Because she can get away with anything and everything.

・There are no limits with Nadja; she can help you to transform into the person you want to be easily

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Curious and Wide-Eyed x Has Seen Everything, Thinks It’s Cute

Literal Angel (You) x Smooth Devil (Nadja)

Cold Hearted (Nadja) x The One Who Makes Them Soft (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Older Woman Woos Younger Woman

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie

#witchthewriter #headcanons #nadja smut #nadja x you #nadja headcanons #nadja x reader #nadja of antipaxos #nadja wwdits #guillermo #nandor #wwdits fx #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows headcanons #witch the writer's headcanons

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imeanyourmomsprettyhot · 9 months

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You Have No Right II Aemond Targaryen

part three

story masterlist / masterlist

summary: Driven by sheer desire, the One-Eyed Prince tries to find the woman that caused his sleepless nights full of lust and frustration.

warnings: female!reader, dark and possessive Aemond, sexual scenes, violent scenes

tag list (comment if you want to be added to the list):

@anehkael @aemonds-fire @toodlesxcuddles @shygardengalaxy @devils-blackrose @ruhjkie

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It was something he craved for a long time. Ever since his eye got taken, he lacked feeling powerful. He was the son of The King, but felt as meaningless as a common citizen.

Power

Never in his life, he was looking for something so desperately. He would sacrifice everything and everyone, just for a slight feeling of power over someone or something.

Power

He loved and hated it, all at once. He knew it would be the death of him. Chasing the unachievable desire of power. How could he ever get it? When not even riding the largest dragon in the world could give him the respect and the power he deserved.

He was a lonely man. He was strong, literate, and studied. He could fight like a true soldier, and he looked frightening. He even wore an eyepatch, to not scare the ladies at cout. But it could only cover up his insecure nature. It was not real—non of it was.

But that one night, when he was roaming around the nightly city of King's Landing, he had not felt lonely or powerless, yeah not even insecure and anxious.

When he was able to save a young lady from rape, he had felt something, he never knew existed within him—power.

He loved how she was a head smaller than him. He loved how weak she was. He loved that he could save her. Not for the sake of saving a woman in need, but to feel mighty over her.

He loved how she thanked him, over and over again. And the way she had looked at him. Though, he pretended that he did not care for her and her big puppy eyes, beaming at her savior.

It all began very innocent. He thought about her some random times a week, sometimes just a few times a month. Whenever he needed to remind himself about the feeling of power, or sometimes even for no particular reason at all.

He replayed the scene in his head, and that was it. But well, at times, he just thought about her. Her voice, the look in her eyes—it made him feel powerful.

But it somehow happened more frequently that he thought about her. More than he liked it to happen. It started off with everyday thoughts about her. It gave him motivation and energy, whenever they crept up his mind.

But it started to get out of hand, once those thoughts turned into daydreams. He'd spend hours and hours of the day, living in his head. He was talking to her, looking at her, or watching the scene of that night from another point of view, giving it a different ending every time.

He was obsessed. Obsessed with the feeling of power she gave him. He wanted her. He wanted to have her, to never lack this feeling ever again. He needed her. Needed to find her, and keep her as his own.

As those daydreams grew, he started to dream about her every night as well. He never saw her face in any of those dreams. He doesn't even know how it looked like exactly.

That night, it was too dark in the streets, to fully see her face. And that killed him. Without knowing what she looked like, he had little chance in ever finding her. But he was satisfied that he could have her in his dreams at least.

On the daily basis, he woke up, covered in sweat. Not like the one you get from a nightmare. Aemond woke up and, just like every other day he dreamed about her, he was hard. He could not help it.

He closed his eyes, his hand slipped beneath the blanket.

"Th-thank you," the girl's voice said in his head.

And he started stroking himself.

"What is your name, young lady?" He asked, again in his head.

The thought of her name, and the way it flew over her lips, made him gasp.

"Thank you, sir," her soft voice, echoed through his mind.

His breath increased, and his heart pumped heavily inside his chest. A moan came out of his mouth, and his warm seed flowed over his hand.

Everyday started like this. He could not do anything to stop it—he didn't want to.

His eyes flew open, as he noticed a presence in his bedchamber. He had fallen back asleep. It was his maidservant, standing on the door.

"Good morning, my Prince," she greeted him.

His eyebrows crashed together. This voice was so familiar, so close, so intimate. But from where did he know it? It laid on the tip of his tongue, but he could not quite catch it.

She opened up the curtains, but no light came through the windows. Aemond preferred to wake up early in the morning, so it was still mainly dark outside.

The girl lit up the candles, and just now, he was able to see her. He got up from bed, not loosing his eyes from her once, as he approached her. She eventually noticed him, and turned around.

He carefully examined her face. She looked not like a stranger to him. But where in the seven hells could he have seen her before? She was a lowborn. On what occasion could the two meet?

It was only now that he saw the flushed cheeks of the girl, who tried her best not to look at him, while rummaging around his closet. It amused him. His maidservant being embarrassed that her Prince is naked. He wanted to take this further.

"Where is my usual maidservant?" He asked.

With his words, he forced her to turn back around and face him. He had to suppress a grin, as the girl's eyes wandered down his torso. She thought Aemond didn't saw it, but he did. And gods, he liked to play right now.

"I'm sorry," her gaze went up to his face again, "Sanda has fallen ill, my Prince."

The way she looked at him. It was all too familiar. He tried to grasp her name, or at least find her in his memories. But as hard as he tried to match her face to someone in his mind, he could not find the person it belonged to.

He hummed at the girl's words, and moved to the bath.

"My riding clothes," he ordered and disappeared into the other room.

Aemond thought about all the situations he could have seen the girl before. He didn't even know why it was so important to him to know who she was and why she was familiar, but it would not leave him alone somehow.

Was she at a dinner with his family? Perhaps she attended as a servant. Was she in the corner of the room, filling up his glass with wine? No.

"What takes you so long?" He called for the maid, who brought him his clothing.

She frantically tried to not look at his body. This amused him even more. He grinned, after she left, satisfied about how embarrassed he made her feel.

His thoughts sprang back to the familiarity of the girl. Where could he have met her? And why was she so stuck in his mind? His interest in the maid confused him to a point where it frustrated him. He wanted to get it out of his mind, but without an clear answer, that would not be possible.

He got back out of the bath. The maid's eyes traveled down his body, and he could watch how her shoulders fell down in relief of him wearing clothes. He had to bite his cheek, as it made him innerly laugh.

He examined her figure. There was something so warm about her, so acquainted and intimate. His body felt pulled towards her, and it was just hard to resist.

The way he looked at her, made the maid looking all vulnerable and awkward, and Aemond noticed that.

"Is there anything else I could do for you, my Prince?" She asked, trying to get out of this situation.

But Aemond still was just staring at her. The girl bit her lip, clearly getting nervous, as her Prince was not answering her.

"Do I know you?" He suddenly asked.

He needed answers, and he needed them now. So he just asked her right away. The maid's eyebrows slightly crashed together. She was confused by his question, and he knew, he won't be getting any clearance from her.

"No, I don't believe so, my Prince," she denied, "I am attending your sister, you have only seen me in her chambers."

'That could be it', he thought. But no. Why should she be so tightly wrapped around his mind, if he just saw her in Helaena's chambers? There is more about her than that.

"No, I won't be needing you right now," he told her. "I will order a bath, once I arrive back."

The girl bowed her head, and left the chamber. Aemond stood on the same spot, for quite some time. His thoughts jumped from one dinner to another. From one tourney and back to a feast, over to some random balls. But he couldn't find the girl in any of those situations.

He hummed in frustration, and made his way to his dragon, Vhagar, who laid on the shore to Blackwater Bay. Vhagar came walking towards him, the moment she saw him.

"Ribazmoqitta tubis, Vhagar." He said to the beast, before climbing on top of her back, and onto the saddle.

The she-dragon just growled at her rider's words, and flew up to the sky. As they reached the preferred height, Aemond ordered his dragon, to move forward.

They circled upon King's Landing for some time. Aemond usually did this, as a demonstration of power. But in the last few weeks, this worked out less and less.

Barely anyone was startled, looking up to the sky. He wanted people to look up. He wanted them to be scared they could get burned any second. He wanted people to fear him. But their lost interest in him and his dragon made him furious.

He cursed under his breath, fists clenching around the leash of Vhagar's settle.

"Pathetic, fucking, poor, folks," he cussed.

Vhagar growled at her riders mood. The two got away from the city and flew over Blackwater Bay, off to distant shores.

It was unusual for him to be away for so long. He had training and studies to keep up, but time flew by as he was riding full of rage, blinded by his temper—and gods, how his temper could get out of control.

Even after he returned from his hours-long flight, his anger, still, had not calmed down. He tramped in his bedchambers, uttering more curses through the cold walls of the room.

But his words stopped in an instant, as soon as he saw the young maidservant in the bath—he totally forgot about her. He looked at her for a few more moments, before moving over to her.

He wanted to open the laces of his riding clothings, but his angrily-shaking hands would not let him. The young girl must have noticed how he struggled and hurried over to him, undressing him herself.

He felt ashamed that he needed the help of some stupid, little maidservant, in order to take off his clothing. But he couldn't help, but accept her help.

He looked at the almost full tub, when her fingers slightly brushed over his chest, as she was about to untie his shirt. Her soft touch made him shiver; gave him goosebumps.

But why in the seven hells? She was a fucking maid; a lowborn!

She was beautiful, yes. But it changed nothing about her class and non-existing assets. And that was, what mattered most to Aemond Targaryen. The people below him were there for a reason, and it wasn't his place to question or even try to change that.

But what mattered for him even more at the time, was to find out who this girl was, and why she was so stuck in his head.

As she finished helping him, she got back to filling the tub. Aemond already sat down in the water. She had emptied the last bucket, and was about to place it down.

"If you could fill it again, so I can clean my scar, you are free to go for today," he told her—his anger calmed down by then.

"Do you want me to help you with that, my Prince?" She asked, all to Aemond's astonishment.

No maid ever before asked him to help him with his scar. It was a strange thought for him, to wrap his mind around.

"You don't have to, it's not nice to look at," he admitted.

"I gladly offer my help, my Prince. But if you are uncomfortable-"

"I'm not." He interrupted her.

And it was true. He was not uncomfortable with anyone seeing his scar. He wore the eyepatch, mainly to not scare the people on court away. But her response wondered him, nevertheless.

He looked at her, wanting to see if she had been serious. He slowly moved his hand to the eyepatch, loosening it from his head. The maid turned around, filling the bucket back up with warm water.

The moment she turned around and saw Aemond's face, he could carefully watch her jar drop slightly. It was such a light motion, but he saw every bit of it. She stood completely still. The two people just staring at each other.

"If you want to leave, you are free to go," he broke the silence.

Just now, the maid realized that she was staring, and she looked around the room, embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, my Prince," she apologized, "I-I just didn't expect this, I am so sorry. I was just amazed by the beauty, if I'm allowed to say that."

Aemond tilted his head in confusion, as the young maidservant looked down on the floor, clearly ashamed of herself.

"Amazed by the beauty?" He made her look up again, "That's the first time I heard someone say this!"

He let out a small chuckle, watching, as relief came over the maid. But this chuckle was only to hide his puzzled mind. The least he expected was someone calling his face 'beautiful'.

It made him think, if she just said that to get out of the situation—a lie. Or was she really so blind, and meant it when she said that?

The girl kneeled beside the tub, and Aemond could look her in the eyes. There was something about her. Something mysterious, something familiar, something...something so intimate.

She dipped a cloth in the warm water, and slowly and carefully stoked over the skin around Aemond's eye. His eyebrows flinched, and the maid stopped.

"Am I hurting you, my Prince?" She asked, and he could hear actual concern in her voice.

"It's alright. It is worse when I do it myself," he smiled at her, reassuringly.

Her fingertips were so soft on his skin, even through the cloth. She touched him so carefully and gentle, he wondered what she did differently. No one's touch ever felt so soothing on his scar.

He looked at her during the whole process. He acknowledged every detail of her face. Her puppy eyes, staring concentrated on his scar. Her lips, slightly parted, and her tongue, resting on the edge of them. Yeah, he even noticed those few hairs on her eyebrows that were out of place.

The maid has finished, and got up. She was about to bow and leave the bath, when Aemond suddenly spoke, and made her turn back around.

"And you are sure, we don't know each other?" He asked.

"I'm just a maidservant, my Prince. How could we know each other?" She smiled at him.

He waited a few more seconds, and just hummed in response, so the maid left his chambers. As he finished his bath, and went over to his bed, relief spread in his body.

He found to be left alone by the obsessing thoughts about his maid. But when he was just about to close his eyes, a well-known person popped up in his head instead.

It was strange. He hadn't thought about her for the whole day—he was too busy, trying to figure out where he knew the maid from. This had never happened before, that someone could distract him from the girl in the city.

As he got fully comfortable and the thoughts rose, he noticed his crotch hardening. Just as it always did, whenever the girl was in his mind.

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The young maid's eyes flew wide open. It was still the middle of the night, and The Red Keep was dark and quiet.

She did not know why exactly she woke up. There was no dream she could recall. No loud noise or a feeling of danger she could make out. But the very first thing she thought about, the second she had woken up:

Aemond Targaryen

How in the seven hells could she had been so stupid? An eye patch over the left eye and white-blonde hair? It was him. It was Prince Aemond who ran into her today, and it was him who had saved her in the city, some time ago.

Why didn't he say anything? Didn't he recognize her?

No! He did!

He had asked her several times, if they knew each other.

How could she be so stupid? How could she not notice something that obvious?

By the seven hells...Prince Aemond Targaryen had saved her life.

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𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 3

A/N: I'm so damn happy, adding that It's Ben' bday, that I'll share two parts of this and an oneshot

Tagging: @bloody-mf-bsc, @augustwithquills

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Y/N Y/L/N: There they are, my beautiful girls!🥹💞

My offer is still on, btw 🤭

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User2: The Devil works hard, but no one works harder than Y/N in trying to woo her girlfriends

Jessie_mei_li: She really doesn't have to, we're all very happy to oblige... And so do everyone else, like have you seen her? 🫦😏

freddycarter1: benbarnes, I think you are loosing your woman here...😳🫢

Kittheyounger: I don't want to be a child of divorce! 😭

User6: WHY ARE THEY SO DRAMATIC DJSJDJ

User6: Now I wanna know what her offer is...

User4: Ben Barnes is being attacked from every corner possible and we are all watching, him loose this Great War.

User1: He still is very much so in love and ready to fight tooth and nail for her... Even though he is usually a dork 🤣

User8: That one time when Y/N ate what Ben made for her on her birthday, though she had allergies for that one food but didn't tell hım about it, and she had to go to hospital with a terrified Ben on her tail?

User5: OMG I feel bad for laughing! Poor Ben and Y/N... I remember hım saying that he was so scared for her and thought he killed her accidently 🥹😭

User4: And when she was asked why she did it, she just casually said: "What do you mean why? He did it, thinking that I'd like it. I'd drink fucking posion if my man came to me with such thing!"

User3: And Ben Barnes, who is usually so cool, got teary eyed and hugged her thightly and apologized? On live? Even though he doesn't like talking about his life? That's who we stan.

User1: It's almost like we are their children, reminiscing about their past... But I'm jealous because I don't have someone like her in my life

User4: My life would surely be different if I had her in my life, not even as a partner. She just is so effortlessly kind...

Y/N's.dimple: Ben Barnes is living the life we want... We're just little gremlins watching them

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Y/N Y/L/N: Stop making my heart stop with that smile and being cute. Bitch. Who gave you the right? This goes straight to be my New lockscreen.

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User4: Y/N is just our inner voice coming out on social media

User3: Her love is agressive confessions of love, if you aren't gonna put a ring on her finger benbarnes, I will. And I'll do it gladly.

Y/N Y/L/N: Look at hım... So cute, so squeashy, so adorable. He is my handsome babygirl 🥰🤭 (No, I'm not giggling and kicking my feet, the scene would be ruined if I moved the came- Ah, look at that! Suddenly I'm on hım??) Liked by benbarnes

User4: Aight my life didn't matter anyways *dies of cuteness*

User5: I love the way they love each other and show it without caring for anyone, and also how we simp for them 🥹😍❤️

amita_suman: @ user5, you guys aren't alone. We also feel the same way🥹

User7: Ben Barnes is finally being pampered on social media! He finally had his dream come true!

benbarnes.fans: The way she is so soft with others but absolutely a menace with Ben just shows that they are comfortable with each other so much...

User5: And the way he looks at her as she acts like who she really is? All comfortable with him?? I'm crying 🥹😭

User6: You know what's even best? If not for Y/N, we wouldn't have Ben, Amita, Jessie and others.

User3: I swear they all forget their passwords

User2: What's even funnier is that they really do forget their passwords and one time asked her... Y/N literally takes note their passwords and has absolute control over their accounts lol

User3: She wasn't called "the Mommy" for no reason🤣

Y/N Y/L/N: They are all children stuck in grown-up's bodies...It's hard you know? Taking care of them as a single mom😔

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Y/N Y/L/N: Another appreciation post!

1.Here is my lovely harem!

2. Just so you know, she was looking at me! And big applause for dear @ ambercrombachmua for all those amazing makeups! You guys are amazing!

3. That was the last day of shooting... Did they cry? Yes. Did we cry? Also yes. Did I hide in my caravan because I didn't want to see them all cry? Also yes.🥹

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User11: She is so precious, just like a cinnamon roll❤️

User7: love how she didn't forget to include the makeup department. Everyone needs to take a moment and appreciate them.

Y/N Y/L/N: We need to take SEVERAL minutes just to applaud them 👏

User6: Is she the one who did that amazing bloody, unhinged Kaz makeup? Because if so, I hope they are having an amazing day @ Y/N Y/L/N

Y/N Y/L/N: Yes, she was! And what a masterpiece it was...

Hater1: another cheating post!

User3: the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you here again? Go and cry at the corner.

Hater1: I just know that she banged at least one person there behind Ben's back. She doesn't deserve hım.

User3: THAT'S IT! HOW DARE YOU BRING THEM DOWN INTO THIS AND BLAME THEM WITH SUCH THING?! ALL OF THEM SHOWED NOTHING BUT LOVE FOR BOTH OF THEM, AND EVERYONE AND I MEAN EVERYONE WHO HAD EVER MET THEM HOW IN LOVE THEY LOOKED! THEY ARE SUCH SWEET PEOPLE THAT THEY DON'T DESERVE RHIS SHIT! JUST BECAUSE Y/N SHOWS HER LOVE THROUGH SARCASM DOESN'T MEAN SHE DOESN'T LOVE HIM! IF SHE DIDN'T, SHE WOULDN'T HAVE FLIGHT TO THE OTHER PART OF THE PLANET WHEN BEN WAS SICK! GET YOUR SICK BRAIN AND GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM AND DON'T RUIN THEIR HAPPINESS!

User7: Sis, here is your crown, you dropped it 〈⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠‿⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠-⁠→👑

benbarnes: and who do I deserve more than her? You?

User5: our dad hit the nail so nice! Well-said dad, hand them their ass! FANS ASSEMBLE TOGETHER!

benbarnes: I didn't say anything because my girlfriend wanted me to not do anything harsh, but now I'm happy to tell you that by disrespecting my love and me like that, you signed your doom. Enjoy your new hell.

User6: You know It's dead-ass serious when her man gets involved... I wanna see that hater cry.

User9: there is just something with the way Ben defended Y/N that... I can't just get out of my head.

User6: This is what a Man is, girls. Take notes and don't settle down for any less!

User7: The way she just doesn't share the others in the second one... Girl, do you hate the men of the cast?😂

User4: I heard that she actually loves them all so much *whispers slowly*

Y/N: Ahh, here is my secret out in the wild... there is another fanpage dedicated to them, they just don't know it

Kittheyounger: I knew you liked others than Luke! This is the best day of my life! Guys, you don't know how it feels like to be bullied and slapped by your own director😭 Someone who is supposed to love you and care for you, be there when you need and help you...

Y/N Y/L/N: Kit, your inner Jesper is showing itself again and I aint your mama

kittheyounger: what language is that?!

Y/N Y/L/N: American English, you Brit! Not that you would understand... and don't you dare spit your venom at my precious Luke and David...

User8: DOES THAT MEAN HE COMES BACK?! PLEASE I NEED IT!

User8: Y/N, THE PRETTIEST MOST SUCCESFULL WOMAN? I AM ON MY KNEES PLEASE WHERE ARE YOU?!

User2: Bro is desperate lol @ user8

User5: This further proves that, yes Jessie is the favourite one

User3: but look at her and that little scrunch if her nose! How could she not be?🤭🥰

Y/N Y/L/N: another one who understands my point... One day, everyone will ✊🥹

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Y/N Y/L/N: Same, sis, same...✊🥹

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benbarnes: One day, love... Just one day of you not sharing any "memes" about me.

Y/N: But... But they are cute 👉👈 And you are so... Hot. And mine.

benbarnes: the real thing is sitting next to you and you are giggling at your phone??

Y/N Y/L/N: But... But I have to look at your younger pictures. You aged like fine wine and I'm this 🤏 close to just jump on you and...you know what I mean.

benbarnes: Okay, that's enough internet for you today 😑😳🫠

User9: Y/N just realized how hot her man is and now she uses every chance to tease hım and I'm living for it

User6: Like we always say: Live, laugh and love Y/N and her sense of humor

Y/N Y/L/N: It's the same as Gen-Z humour really. There are young people working for me, and they tell me the most bizarre stories ever like... how are you all still alive??

User8: Ben is just so done yet also in love with her that he just can't say no to her 🥹❤️

User9: Her captions are just killing me 🤣 By the way is that hater fine? If not, I can just... talk to her like a civil person🔪

User5: I heard user3 handed that person their ass from DMs so bad that they erased their account lol

User9: Good for her! That shit never gave up on picking on our parents, someone had to show them our power

User12: The way Ben defended her tho😳 I bet my ass dad is planning homicide and I'd gladly help. FOR OUR MOTHER!

user7: by the way they had been all over each other in stories and post... They are probably having a hot session or something 👐

User3: Thank you all for your support! I was just so angry at them for saying such things about probably the nicest people on this Planet! They saved me, and many others, without even knowing, Y/N is the sweetest soul ever with how she supports and is there for everyone who wants her help and she ABSOLUTELY doesn't deserve to get hate!

Y/N Y/L/N: I can actually cry, I'm so grateful to have fans like you 🥹

Y/N.Fanpage: PLEASE DON'T CRY I CAN'T BEAR IT-

User12: Girlie pop Y/N also had a crush on Caspian, best Info I had today 😌

User5: The way Y/N just knows her man and how he aged is so mood

User3: Considering she also tried to jump on his bones... Also a mood

User2: girl, did something happen today? @ Y/N Y/L/N Usually she isn't that mushy... Not that I have a complaint.

amita_suman: @ user2 no, except one of the workers we absolutely loathe flirting with him shamelessly in front of her 😒

freddycarter1: and her absolutely roasting her so bad that she quit... And us planning our revenge 🤭

archierenaux3: No one messes with our parents!😡

Y/N Y/L/N: I apologize for the inconvenient shit I'll be right now but... Did the FUCKING Nicki Minaj just... Like my post?

User5: Opps, we lost her again...

benbarnes: Indeed we did... She is blasting her songs inside the house right now.

#shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone series #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone cast #shadow and bone #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine #ben barnes #celebrity imagine #celebrity x reader #celebrity au #celebrity reader #celebrity #celebs #imagine #reader insert #famous au #fluff

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“Good evening. I’m Charles,” he offers his hand, which Max takes and for a second, Charles thinks he’s going to kiss the back of it. Some muscle spasms in the tight grip, rough velvet against soft skin. When Charles gets his hand back, it feels like he lost a finger or two in the fight. “What’s your poison, Charles?” Max asks, settling on the barstool like it’s not designed to be the most uncomfortable chair in the world. “Cyanide, usually. I’ll settle for a gin tonic for now.” or, Charles is a supermodel that has learned everything he needs to make his world turn. Now, he has no idea what Max Verstappen wants from him.

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Max hums. “Well, at least that means I won’t bump into Charles Leclerc again.” “Bummer, really,” Daniel says, moving back to his own seat and drinking the little bit of coffee that was still in the cup. “Could’ve been the start of a great love story.” Lando snorts. “Kids, it all started when I told your father, who had won two World Driver Championships at that point, that he sucked at driving.” Max sticks his middle finger up at them, and pulls his noise canceling headphones back over his ears. Only two hours left to go, he thinks, wistfully, and goes back to work.

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"I was going to propose to him, and now I think he's going to leave me, so yeah, please… tell me how this could possibly get any fucking worse?" Lando gulps. "I uh... might have... misplaced the ring." *** In which it's summer break, and Max has an engagement ring with a gem the color of the Monaco sea locked in a safe in his closet. He wants to propose to Charles, and he enlists Lando, Oscar, Pierre, and a few other drivers to help make the proposal everything Charles deserves. But nothing in Max's life can ever be simple, and as Mission Lestappen Proposal™ unfolds, Max knows Charles is keeping something important from him. Max can survive Lando losing the ring. But he knows he can't survive losing Charles.

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“Take me with you then!” Max felt his eyes go wide, his jaw literally dropping at the suggestion. “Tell them I’m like. Say I’m your fiancé, mate.” The heat had melted Charles’s brain, Max decided, staring at him blankly. “No.” He deadpanned. “Mate it’s genius! You won’t have to do anything, just stand there. Let me handle it. Them. The women.”

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Max Verstappen, an infamous child actor fresh out of rehab, and Hollywood's rising darling, Charles Leclerc, share nothing in common. Therefore, it's a field day for the public when the two are spotted out on a series of dates, days after they have been confirmed to star in blockbusters coming out the same day. It seems surprising that pretty boy Charles would dirty his hands with the complex intensity of Max, after the traumatizing scandal which led to Max being in rehab in the first place – but the press eats up their laughs like honey, and comment on their every single move. Perhaps this is where the ball drops – because Charles and Max are not as in love as they're portrayed to be. In fact, they're not even dating. Red Bull Records has already lost two of their celebrities to the whirlwind that was the infamy of 2019, and Ferrari Entertainment is dying to claim the next big star. What could go wrong in working together to kill two birds with one stone?

Second Time's the Charm - 7k - ⭐️

“Remember when you said you’d set me up with someone? A few months ago, at George’s wedding?” Charles’s voice is still pinched, as if his throat is trying to suffocate him and put him out of his misery. “Maybe you could do that? If the offer is still standing.” Simultaneously: “How did you know you liked guys?” Max’s tone is flat, as it usually is when he tries to come off as entirely disinterested, but Lando knows his tricks. He shoots upright, looking down at Max with wide eyes before exclaiming, arguably, one of the worst possible responses: “Oh my god, Max, are you fucking gay?” Or: Charles and Max don't know how to date; Alex and Lando try their best to make it happen.

#fic rec #fic rec list #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen

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RollerMagic - Quinn Hughes x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: mention of vomit, swearing, suggestive comment

Words: 1904

Requested: could you write about quinn pleeeease. had a dream last night: Quinn was in New Jersey for a Canucks and Devils game and went out with his brothers to a roller rink (?), met a girl by the candy machine (her candy had gotten stuck and he politely punched the machine to catch it) they spent the night talking (the two youngest Hughes looking for him like fools) and he invited her to watch the game and, soon after, a date; she said she would go to the game but would only accept the date if he scored a goal for her (he scored a hat trick)

A/n: Listen I don't know Quinn very well so I was not going for realism on this one. This is literally just my best guess at flirting with him but I truly don't know him enough to know if this is true to his character so I'm sorry for that! I've also just never done a Quinn fic before so first time for everything I guess?

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I say to myself as the small pack of Skittles I’d just bought becomes wedged between the coils of the vending machine. I gently bang on the glass but the Skittles packet doesn’t budge. Utterly defeated, I huff out a soft sigh before dropping my head and staring at the fluorescent patterning of the Arcade carpet. Today is not my day.

I was late to work because of my car stalling, some kid puked in the middle of the roller rink and I had to clean it up, I left my lunchbox on the kitchen counter by accident, and now the only food that I had enough cash on me to buy was stuck in the vending machine. Could this day get any worse?

I lift my head, preparing to cut my losses, when I lock eyes with a guy who is probably around my age but definitely attractive. His wavy brown hair and soft eyes shimmer in the dim arcade lighting. He smiles at me politely and I smile back, too absorbed by my own infatuation to think twice about it. He glances to either side before making his way over. I panic internally at the idea of such a cute stranger heading my way, but I can’t bring myself to walk away.

“You doing alright?” The hazel-eyed boy asks upon seeing me in distress.

“I’m great!” I fake being chipper as we both know the real answer. He laughs softly at the joke and I relax a tiny bit at the idea of making a good impression. “How much of that did you see?” I ask, praying his answer will keep my dignity intact. He hesitates for a moment before answering,

“Honestly? Everything.”

“Good. Good! This is good. First, I have a terrible day, and now a really cute boy has officially witnessed my latest and greatest downfall? This is just great.” I ramble out of intense nervousness.

“You think I’m cute?” He teases inquisitively. I search and scan my brain for a witty response to no avail.

“It was hypothetical?” I say though it comes out as more of a question than a statement.

“What’s hypothetical?”

“I don’t know, I was hoping if I said it with enough conviction that you wouldn’t question it.” The cute stranger apparently thinks this is very funny and heartily laughs at my confession.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I got your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he softly repeats my name, smiling at the way it sounds in his own voice. “I’m Quinn by the way.” Quinn extends his right hand politely, and the feeling of his strong hand in mine gives me butterflies. The shape of his palms and the length of his fingers. I wonder what it would feel like to have one around the base of my neck and the other in between-

“Nice to meet you, Y/n.” I blink rapidly to shake away the brief fantasy. God, it’s been a while.

“Uh, you too…?

“Quinn.”

“Quinn!” Quinn. “Quinn what?”

“Quinn Hughes.”

“Pretty good name.”

“Thanks, I guess?”

“Has a pretty good ring…” I pause, unsure of why I needed to tell him that.

“Have you worked here a while?” He asks, and my brows furrow in confusion.

“How do you know I work here?” Quinn laughs heartily before realizing I’m not making a joke.

“You… you’re wearing a name tag and a t-shirt that says RollerMagic.” I close my eyes and wince at my own unfathomable obliviousness. I’m surprised he’s still talking to me with the way this conversation is going.

“Right. It’s been a long day.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What happened with you?” I ask, genuinely curious about the day of the slightly less unfamiliar boy. Not that I could even help the sudden interest. Especially when he looks at me this kindly and smells like icy sandalwood.

“Also a bad day at work.”

“Where do you work?”

“Vancouver.” My jaw drops and Quinn bursts out laughing at the more than apparent shock on my face. I don’t laugh though, I just look at him bewildered, waiting for an explanation.

“Care to elaborate?”

“I play hockey.” “Like, for a living?”

“You could say that. Although it took a bit before making a living since I was drafted in 2018.”

“Oh shit, you’ve been pro since 2018?” He nods, surprisingly patient with my disbelief. “So you’re like, rich rich?” Quinn laughs at the question and concedes a little bit.

“I don’t know about that-”

“I know what sports contracts pay, my mom is a lawyer. Also, look at your watch. You can’t pretend and play coy when you’re wearing something that expensive.”

“Touché. What about you? You never answered my question.”

“I’ve been working here since Freshman year so coming up on four years now.”

“You’re a student?”

“Yeah.”

“Where at?”

“Princeton.”

“Holy shit. So you’re like smart smart?” Quinn makes fun of me and I roll my eyes at him.

“Okay, I see how that sounds now. Wait if you’re from Vancouver what are you doing here?”

“We’re playing the New Jersey Devils? Ever heard of them?”

“No, I got that, you little priss. I mean why are you here as in why are you at a roller rink?”

“I don’t know. My idiot brothers were hellbent on going to an arcade.”

“Do they play for Vancouver also?” I ask playfully.

“They play for Jersey actually.”

“I was kidding…” After I trail off, Quinn and I begin laughing, the absurdity of the conversation continuously growing in magnitude. “But like, both of them?”

“Yep.”

“How did that happen?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” He states in a non-judgemental, yet amused tone.

“Only when someone is interesting enough to be worth interrogating.” Quinn smiles flirtatiously and I drop my eyes to the floor, shocked by my own boldness.

“You’re really cute,” He says simply, as if the very statement didn’t ignite every nerve in my body.

“So did Vancouver lose and that’s why you had a bad day at work?”

“No, just a rough practice. The game is tonight actually.”

“Good luck,” I say without any snark or playfulness. Just a legitimate regard for his success. Quinn is taken aback by the genuine care and he smiles brightly as a result.

“Thanks.”

“I’ve never been to a hockey game before.”

“Never?!”

“Never.”

“Well, then you’ve gotta come to the game tonight.”

“I don’t think I can.”

“Are you working late?”

“No, I’m off at six.”

“That’s perfect.”

“I don’t- I’m not-” I sigh, unsure of how much or little I should share with Quinn in this moment. “I can’t really afford a hockey game right now.” I put as simply as possible. Quinn pauses for a moment and then laughs softly.

“Don’t even worry about it.”

“...What?”

“Don’t worry about it.” I stare at him dumbfounded as if I’m stunned he could be so nonchalant like this.

“There’s gonna be three of us from the same family out on the ice tonight and our parents don’t even live here. I’m pretty sure we can swing getting you a seat or two.”

“I can’t accept that. We just met and I’m not really cool with taking things from strangers.”

“Even if it’s a really cute boy with a sports contract?” He says jokingly and I drop my guard a tiny bit. I huff out a sigh, still feeling conflicted and slightly uneasy. Quinn picks up on the uneasiness and looks me in the eyes before softly saying, “Look, you don’t have to take me up on the offer, but it would be really cool to see you there tonight. Either way, it’s totally fine with me.” The lengths to which he is going just to ease my anxieties and ensure my comfort fills my chest with warm, radiant light and I smile gently at the level of consideration.

“...Okay.”

“Okay. Could I get your number to send you all the information you’ll need?”

“Is that the only reason you want my number?” Quinn looks off and shrugs a little as he admits,

“Well, I’d also like to get to know the pretty girl from the roller rink. And I was hoping I could possibly take her out on a date while I’m still in town?” My stomach erupts into a million butterflies and I hold out my hand to take his phone. He gives me the unlocked device after setting up a new contact. I brazenly decide I should keep Quinn on his toes, out of concern that he thinks I’ll make things easy for him.

“If you win tonight you can take me out.”

“Bro, what?”

“I’m serious!”

“Why? This is so childish!”

“No, this is serious, Quinn. I can’t date a loser!”

“Oh my god- okay, fine. If we win-”

“Win what?” A strange voice says from behind me. I turn around to see two other boys have appeared behind me and Quinn from seemingly thin air. Out of fear of more of them appearing, I lean back against the vending machine I was once sworn enemies with. Seeking shelter in the cool glass that’s been illuminated by LEDs.

“Nothing.”

“Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?” The tallest one says and the one he’s standing with laughs.

“Seriously, Q. We leave you alone for ten minutes.”

“I’ll meet you guys in the car,” Quinn speaks up, clearly flustered by their presence in this moment.

“Okayyy, don’t be long, lover boy.”

“You’re on the clock.”

“And that was…”

“The idiot brothers I was talking about.”

“Right. Got it.” I’m amused if anything, but I can tell Quinn is struggling to shake off the encounter. Rolling my eyes, I extend my hand to him which he takes confusedly. Pulling him closer to where I’m leaning against the vending machine, he gets the idea and steps forward to close the gap between us. I didn’t anticipate being flustered by the close proximity, but as he steps closer he places his hand against the glass of the vending machine, above my head. His crisp scent is stronger and I’m grateful he took the invitation to close in.

“Anyway. If we win-”

“Mhm.”

“I get to take you out?”

“And if you lose?” I ask, challenging him. He takes a moment to think it over.

“I don’t know. What happens if we lose?” I mimic his expression from when he was deep in thought, before saying with a completely straight face,

“I kill you.” We both burst out laughing. I hate to think that I already like Quinn as much as I do.

“I guess I’ll make sure to win.”

“You better.” Quinn backs up and the excitement I was having trouble controlling vanishes when I can no longer feel him near me. My subconscious urges me to be nearer to him and I push off of the vending machine as well. Quinn looks past me and I follow his gaze. He’s examining the Skittles packet that I abandoned, and in one swift movement, he hits the side of the machine and the packet neatly falls to the bottom. My lips part in shock and I’m amazed at how seemingly easy that was for him. He grabs the bag and holds it out to me like it’s no big deal, but I can tell he’s very proud of himself.

“See you later tonight then?”

“See ya later.”

***

A/n: hope y'all liked it and I've got a Jamie fic in the works so stay tuned!! Special thanks to the person who requested this !

#Quinn Hughes #Quinn Hughes x reader #Quinn Hughes x y/n #Quinn Hughes x you #Quinn Hughes fanfiction #Quinn Hughes fanfic #Quinn Hughes fic #Quinn Hughes imagine #Quinn Hughes one shot #Quinn Hughes oneshot #Quinn Hughes reader insert #Quinn Hughes smut #Quinn Hughes fluff #Quinn Hughes angst #nhl #nhl fanfiction

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warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers.

pairing : eddie munson x (gn) reader

notes : LMFAO IM BACK FROM THE DEAD WITH A STRANGER THINGS POST WHO WOULDVE THOUGHT.. i’m literally so sorry though. from now on this is no longer a spoiler free blog as i can’t keep it in my pants for eddie munson and i’m going to be posting a ton about the new season ❤️ sorry y’all xx THIS IS UNEDITED BTW.

warning : stranger things season 4 spoilers. you have been warned again just to be safe lol. (there isn’t really any spoilers towards the show, but he’s a new character so i thought it would be good to put it there in case.)

tick, tick, tick.

you eyed the clock as the sound of it consumed the room completely. there was no one in the shop except for you; business was slow on mondays. your hand rested upon your palm, and you slid a pile of cd’s over towards yourself to flick through some of the deals that your store has. only the newer trending bands, and you looked around for a moment before sliding a ‘the police’ cd into your pocket.

tick, tick, tick.

it wasn’t until the last people payed and left the store that you realized that there was nothing stopping you from shutting up and packing away at all. you could just waltz out of there with some new cds — though you were technically getting paid to do nothing. you thought about your boyfriend, eddie, and thought about the time that you could be spending with him instead. it fueled your urge to jump over the counter, but you restrained yourself. he was probably playing DnD again — not that you hated it, the people were cool with you being around and the game was withstandable, (you didn’t understand a thing no matter how hard he tried to teach you) but you could just never see yourself spending valuable time playing the game.

the bell that hung above the store entrance rung, and you jumped to straighten your posture and welcome the newcomer.

‘hello! welcome to—‘ you cut yourself off, recognizing the long curled hair almost immediately. you eased yourself up, smiling. ‘speak of the devil.’

‘missed me, did you?’ eddie shuffled to the front of the counter to lean against it, planting a soft kiss against your lips.

snorting with amusement, you replied, ‘more like missing civilization.’ you huffed and rolled your eyes. ‘i haven’t seen a single person since the first hour of my shift.’ he hummed, sliding the stack of cds over to himself to browse. sliding a queen cd towards you, he grinned and said.

‘i’ll be your… what, 3rd buyer of the day?’ he joked, handing a 10 dollar note towards you. he brushed his hands on his jacket, smiling. ‘yeah, well, i missed you too.’ you sat in a silence, a comfortable one however as you had become close enough together to know that you didn’t need to chat with him in order to have a good conversation.

you eyed him as he drifted off, looking through the shelves of sheet music with interest before hurrying towards the instrument section of your shop. you noticed him lingering in the guitar section, taking time to look at all you had to offer. plucking an electric guitar off of the shelf, he hoisted the sling over his shoulder. ‘god, she’s beautiful.’ he said breathily, grinning as he plucked a few untuned strings.

‘i wish i got a greeting like that.’ you rolled your eyes, pouting as he laughed, shaking his head. ‘plus, don’t you have one already?’

he tilted his head, walking over towards you with the guitar still attached to his hip. ‘who says you can’t have more than one?’

‘i dunno, any sane person?’ you raised an eyebrow as he laughed in response.

‘then you should know that that’s not me.’ mimicking devil horns above his head he laughed, going to walk around the back of the counter. he approached you and sat on the floor beside you, cradling the guitar and remaining out of sight from anyone entering the store. ‘may i?’ he gestured towards the guitar.

‘i’m not stopping you.’ you shrugged simply, turning your attention to him but keeping an ear out for the ringing of the doorbell. his hands made quick work of getting in position and you couldn’t help but notice every detail about him - you loved eddie so much, because there was just something unique to his look every time. today, his hands were decorated with big silver rings and chipped black nail polish, and his ‘hellfire’ T-shirt was still on.

he started playing one of his own songs, and you remembered it almost instantly. it was how you met in the first place — you were an onlooker and he was on the stage. you weren’t too worried about the crowd, if you could call it that; 4 drunk men staggering around to an upbeat punk song. you wanted to hear good music — and that’s what you got. you stuck on like a sore thumb compared to the other people in the venue, so it wasn’t hard for eddie to find you. it was too much of a coincidence that you two when to the same school, but it wasn’t that either of you were complaining. you were surprised you never really recognized him, especially when he was apart of one of the most hated clubs in the school.

fate, you joked with him; it must have been fate.

you drummed your fingers against the counter as the snail like pace of the day and the raw sound of the strings washed over you like a wave, a sense of fatigue filling your sense. you let out an audible groan, resting your head against the counter.

‘jeez. i’m not boring you, am i?’ raising an eyebrow, his fingers came to a halt almost immediately. shaking your head you mumbled,

‘just tired, i promise.’ eyeing him out of the corner of your elbow you grinned. ‘keep playing.’ he resumed silently and you waited for the bell to ring, occasionally looking at the time before you slide down the counter and sit next to eddie. he’s focused, but he still takes time to look at you through the corner of his eye. you lean your head on his jacket, running a finger along the headstock of the guitar. ‘will you teach me how to play one day?’ and then he’s quiet, but he still manages to laugh.

‘i can’t believe it.’ you give him a confused face, and you obviously pulled a weird expression because he laughed. ‘you work in a music shop and you don’t even know how to play guitar. that’s like, a necessity.’ he looks at you and he stops playing. ‘i don’t know if we can even date anymore.’

‘what?’ you exclaim incredulously and then you laugh, both of you do, and he picks the strap over his shoulder and slings it over yours instead. you look at him — the guitars heavy and it makes you wonder how he holds it and plays for longer than an hour every week.

‘you really want to learn?’ you nod your head quickly and he shuffles to face in front of you. he grins, and his eyes flash with a knowing twinkle that always appears when he is really excited. you’ve known him only for a couple months, but it’s felt like forever. ‘okay.. but i’m not going to go easy on you just because your my partner.’ he warns, holding his hands out cautiously. you shift, preparing yourself as he grasps your hand and puts it on the neck.

‘okay.’ he puffs. ‘from the beginning.’

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #I LOVE HIM??#MARRY ME #PLUCK MY HEARTSTRINGS SIR

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon’s firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Aemond slowly, and I mean SLOWLY, letting his guard down

Warnings: Incest (duh)

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Part 6

Y/N heaved a sigh of relief once she was within the comfort of her quarters after the hearing. She closed her eyes for a moment to process everything that had happened. How Luke almost lost his claim, how she argued back with Vaemond, how he insulted the boys, when he publicly insulted the princess Rhaenyra, how Daemon took his head for it.

She was terrified at first; not by the sight of Vaemond's disembodied figure crumpled on the floor but for what might happen to her father for killing a lord in the presence of the king and other nobles.

Daemon was not charged with anything and was let off the hook without a single consequence of his impulsive decision.

The princess walked to her bed and sank into the soft mattress and covers, taking a moment to close her eyes. After a few moments she turned toward the little table by her bed and stretched out her hand to grab the letter she had noticed was passed from under the foot of her door when she'd woken up. She was in a hurry in the morning to make it to the throne room on time so she hadn’t read the letter at the time.

She curiously eyed the seal that held the parchment shut. It was a blue-coloured wax seal that had the symbol of a dragon wing. The princess carefully pried apart the paper so that she might read the note and at first glance, she immediately knew who it was from.

It wasn't the language that was used, but the handwriting that gave it away. It was his handwriting. Y/N was a bit confused as to what he had written and why he felt that it was necessary to pen it down instead of just telling her: she was quite literally only a few steps away from him. But then again, she doubted after last night's conversation he would want to talk in person; she had of course stormed off from him.

Her eyes skimmed over the words and she, subconsciously, began to read the note in his voice.

"Ñuha dōna Y/N, nyke jaelagon naejot gīda skoros mirre īlon ȳdragotan nūmāzma mōrī bantis. Iksan vaoreznuni syt se mijegindita ñuhoso nyke dīnagon ezīmagon udra skoros iksin isse ñuha bartos, nyke gōntan daor nūmāzma naejot vēdros ao."

"My sweet Y/N, I wish to clear whatever we talked about last night. I apologise for the poor choice of words and an even poorer attempt at wording my thoughts, it was not my intention to offend you."

Y/N continued to read and then immediately sat up as she read aloud the latter part of the letter, wincing inwardly.

"Kesan sagon olvie biare naejot rhaenagon isse se Godswood gō īlon bartos naejot se dēmalion tistālion, se kessa olvie vaoresagon naejot ȳdragon isse issaros"

"If we could meet in the Godswood before the hearing, I would be most appreciative and would much prefer to talk in person"

The girl slowly folded the paper and heaved a sigh, now wishing she had read the letter on the morrow. She quickly put the letter under her pillow and stood up from the bed, wasting no time in pushing open her doors to go find Aemond. Y/N was a bit hesitant as she neared his chambers, especially after she had ignored him all morning and unintentionally left him to await her arrival at the Godswood.

But no matter, she would be honest and tell him that she hadn’t read the letter until, well, now.

She'd only knocked thrice before she heard the sound of footsteps, indicating that whoever was in there was getting closer to the door.

As soon as the heavy wooden door swung inward to open, Aemond's lips parted ever so slightly when he took notice of who was awaiting him on the other side of the door. Y/N was the last person he was expecting.

"Princess" he greeted curtly "lost your way perhaps?"

"I know my way around the keep quite perfectly thankyou" the girl briskly responded which made Aemond chuckle "I got your note, though I could not find time to read it in the early hours of the morrow. I only just broke the seal and discovered your wish to see me in the Godswood"

Aemond's expression softened.

"Well, nice to know you did not intentionally leave me awaiting your arrival all morning" his piercing gaze never wavered and he was rather impressed by how unfazed she was by it "I was on my way to the dragon pits. After such an eventful morning, I wish to go for a short flight around the city"

"Ah" Y/N simply smiled. She too used flying as an escape from the world sometimes; riding on dragon back was rather therapeutic "I shall leave you be then my pr-

"Would you care to join me?" he quickly asked before he could change his mind "after all, you do owe me the pleasure of your company after you had me wait for you all morning"

"Unintentionally"

"Unintentionally" Aemond repeated. Word of the day, he thought.

Y/N hadn’t informed her family of her plans with Aemond. Luke was reaffirmed as Lord of the tides and she wanted them to joyously celebrate it instead of ruining their day by announcing that she was going to spend her time with someone they all seemed to dispise.

Y/N was a bit hesitant at first, to make herself seated in the sadle atop Vhagar. The dragon was known to be quite hot-tempered and hostile but Aemond assured her that Vhagar wouldn’t hurt her at all if it was accompanied by him. So, Y/N just took his word for it and climbed into the saddle, Aemond following soon after and seating himself behind her. He snaked his arms around her waist to grab ahold the reigns that would allow for him to control the large beast.

"You aren’t afraid, are you?" he asked as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Y/N's ear "of Vhagar?"

"Do you wish for me to be?" she asked with a smirk.

"You'd be a fool not to" he grinned as Vhagar stretched her long, leathery wings.

"Are you afraid, my prince?" Y/N asked, gripping the saddle as she felt the Dragon jolt violently, signalling that she was getting ready to take flight.

"I am not" he responded.

"Then I suppose that makes us both fools" Y/N turned so that she might steal a glance at him and that resulted in their noses bumping. Aemond leaned away at first, not expecting to have her face merely inches away from his and Y/N grinned at this before turning around just as Aemond asked for Vhagar to take to the skies.

"Soves, Vhagar"

Y/N closed her eyes as she basked in the familiar sensation of the cool breeze blowing against her face, like the wind was peppering her with kisses. She hummed to herself, leaning back into Aemond's chest which felt as rigid as the back of a chair.

Aemond could feel her body move slightly as she heaved a long sigh of contentment. He let go of the reigns and pried her fingers off the saddle to bring her arms to the sides, outstretched.

At first, Y/N gripped his hands, shifting in her seat a little so that she could balance herself even though she knew she was securely chained to the saddle and there was no way she would fall out. Eventually, she loosened her grip and gently rested her comparatively smaller hand in his large one.

Aemond liked the feeling of her soft cool skin against her warm hand, her fingers delicately brushing along his skin as she faced her palms outward to feel the wind hitting against it. Aemond ran his fingers along her knuckles, refusing to break away from the contact. He didn’t know why he was craving the sensation of skin against skin. It was like someone had set a fire ablaze in his chest and the only thing who soothed those flames was her touch.

He was a bit happy that he had forgotten his riding gloves that day.

"Y/N" he leaned in again so that she might better heard him amidst the wind "about last night, I did not wish to imply that I would marry you because it was something I believed to be merely obliged to do"

The princess didn’t respond but she tilted her head slightly, her cheek brushing against Aemond's lips, signifying that she was paying attention.

"You are the blood of the dragon and you deserve nothing less than what befits the gods. I can provide for you, ensure and contribute to your happiness" Aemond made a bold move and slid one arm around her waist, relaxing his tense frame "I only wish the best for you, something I can and will give to you, willingly"

Y/N listened to him intently as her pulse began to quicken.

"No mere lord in the realm would cherish you as much as I do, my dearest friend. I would kill for you, conquer cities for you. You've stood at my side when I had no one and I promise to stay by yours just the same" he continued. He remembered all the horrible marriages within this house: his own mother’s to the king, a marriage that had broken the family. His older brother and sister's, a marriage in which the both of them barely spoke. Daemon and Rhaenyra's, a marriage that was deemed scandalous. Aemond never really expected for anyone to love him, not after his injury but he did have something far more precious that none of the others had: a genuine friendship "the both of us, together, we will be vehement. I am more than willing to take my closest friend as wife because I couldn’t see a more suitable match"

Aemond, this time, deliberately brushed his lips against Y/N's skin, right behind her earlobe which made her shudder.

"I am willing to marry you not solely out of duty. I am willing to do so because I believe we can restore our house to its complete glory"

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Hello. For the New Year's asks may I request Sariel and horseback and gingerbread? Thx

Oooh this one was a little hard! I hadn't considered pairing Sariel with those options, but I had a good time coming up with a scene ^_^ I hope you enjoy! Approx. 1300 words of our favorite devilish councillor! IkePri New Years Event story!

Sariel grinned at the awkward way Emma sat in front of him on the horse. “No one is going to believe you were gentle-born with that kind of seat,” he admonished.

“There’s literally no one out here.” She gripped the saddle horn tightly as if it was the only thing keeping her on the mount, and not Sariel’s arm around her waist.

“You can never be sure who might be watching.” He snugged her back against him, hoping to reassure her that she was in no danger of falling off.

Emma glanced at him over her shoulder. “You’re right. As usual.” She sighed. “So how would I make this look more . . . normal?”

“First, sit up and let go of the saddle horn.” Sariel nudged her arms. “No high born lady would lean forward like that unless she was racing. And that is a wholly different sort of saddle.”

“But . . .” Her expression was conflicted. She wanted to trust him, but riding along at a fast clip made her nervous.

He eased their speed a little to make her less anxious. The last thing he wanted was to upset his lovely fiancée.

She gave him a grateful smile and then carefully let go of the saddle horn. “Oh, oh my - Sariel! I feel like I’m going to slide off!”

“You aren’t going anywhere. I promise.” He stroked her side with his thumb, to remind her he had a hold of her and wasn’t letting go. “Now sit straight. Not too stiffly. But, yes, like that.”

Emma sat up, tense at first but she found a more relaxed pose as he spoke. “A-alright. Now what?”

“Lean back.”

“Lean - Sariel, that doesn’t sound right either.” She eyed him suspiciously.

“It’s perfectly proper when riding with your betrothed. Besides, no one is watching.” He smiled the secret, sweet smile he kept just for her. It was still a devil’s grin, but full of love and unexpected joy.

“But you said - you said -” She huffed, her expression going from surprise to outrage. Then she began to giggle. “You are really ridiculous. You could have just told me you wanted to snuggle.”

Sariel felt warmth blossom in his chest as she relaxed fully against him. The press of her body, even through their clothes, sent a thrill through him. He still didn’t understand how a devil like himself became the object of affection and love from such a woman. There was truly no justice in the world. But so long as he benefited from this particular injustice, he planned to enjoy it.

Emma turned her head and kissed him on his jaw. “So, my love, where are we headed? You were very mysterious about it when we left the palace.”

“I needed to make sure we weren’t overheard. Or followed.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a special mission? Are we going to be gathering secret information? Meeting with spies? Fighting rebels?”

Sariel chuckled. “Your imagination is running away with you.” He leaned his head closer and nipped her ear, then kissed the same spot.

She gave a surprised gasp, and then a pleased murmur. “Well . . . if you don’t want me to escape with my imagination, you better tell me where we’re going.”

Her breath tickled across his throat and brought a heat to his cheeks that he hoped she wouldn’t see. “Trying to blackmail the devil? That’s a dangerous game.”

“Well, if you prefer I can resort to torture instead?” She nipped at his throat and he could feel the scrape of her sharp teeth beneath those sinfully soft lips.

“It seems I’ve trained you too well.” Sariel gave her a wide smile, his eyes alight with desire. “If you keep that up, we’ll be late.”

Emma raised an eyebrow. “How does me biting you make the horse slower?”

“Because I happen to be the one with the reins. And when you do that, I am sorely tempted to stop, lift you off this horse, and make love to you wherever we happen to be. But you deserve so much better than mud beneath your perfect bottom.”

“Pffft,” she grinned. “Who says I’d be the one on the bottom?”

Sariel felt a flash of heat at the wickedness in her eyes. “I suppose you could opt for grass stains on your stockings . . .”

She batted her eyelashes at him. “You wouldn’t be a gentleman and set your coat down for me?”

“I’d be a gentleman and buy you new stockings.” He laughed and kissed her forehead. His hand slipped up her side to caress the swell of her breast. Sariel felt her reaction more than heard it. The sharp intake of breath, the slight arch in her back to push herself more fully into his hand.

He rested the reins on the saddlehorn, certain his well trained mare would continue on even without his direction. The horse knew where they were going even if Emma did not. Then he slid his free hand up her leg, pushing her skirt out of his way.

“S-sariel! What are you doing? The - the horse -”

“Is going the right way.” He made it past her stocking and found the silky skin of her thighs. “I’ve always wondered about those books where the hero makes love to his maiden on horseback. Perhaps we can see how life resembles art?”

She gasped as his hand went higher still, teasing along the edge of her panties. “I - I don’t think - that is, it doesn’t seem very practic-ahhh!” Emma shivered with delight as his fingers danced over the taut fabric beneath her skirt.

“Hm. You’re likely right. Not practical. But entertaining.” He lifted her just a little so that she no longer sat on the saddle, but atop his thighs. “I think this would work better. And there’s a natural rhythm to riding. Only, you’d be riding me . . .”

This had the desired effect of both sending a tremor of excitement through her that he could feel, and bringing heat to her face. She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether or not he was serious.

Sariel grinned. “Alas, we’ll have to save our experiment for a longer ride. We’re here, my dear.”

Emma gave him a wanton look, somewhere between relief and frustration. “You are such a tease!”

“Don’t think of it as teasing. Think of it as an . . . apertif. Something to whet your appetite for what’s to come.” He eased her back onto the saddle and dismounted. Then he held his hand out to help her down.

“Where are we even? And what’s to come?” She looked around, curious. The cottage was nothing impressive on its own. Small and well kept. An old hideout, now turned to more . . . romantic purposes. The advantage of this place was the view. From here, it was possible to see the whole of Rhodolite’s capital spread out below.

Emma’s eyes widened as she noticed the incredible vista, and she practically dragged him to the edge of the clearing. “Look! Sariel!” Then she whirled to hug him. “Is this why you brought me?”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, savoring the intimacy of this rare private moment. “That’s part of it. Mostly, I just wanted you to myself for a little while.” Sariel turned her about in his arms so that she could see the view while leaned against him.

Before she could say more, fireworks began to shoot up into the sky above the city. From this distance, they looked like little colorful bursts of sparkling light, only a little closer than the stars. He’d wanted to share this with her. A sight he’d only ever seen alone, and he’d been too busy scheming to enjoy it. But tonight, with her in his arms, it felt strange and lovely. Something new in the wrappings of something old.

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Second Vol in The Assistant series: Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader The results of the poll!!! you can also read it on my Ao3 Here Previous Vol. : The Assistant Part 1

Chapter 2: Unplanned get away

You awoke to the sounds of birds tweeting and the wind blowing gently through the now open windows of Copia's Buick. You both were laying in the back seat snuggled together under the blanket that you had used for your little makeshift picnic.

Looking up at Copia's sleeping form, he looked so peaceful a smile on his lips rather than wake him up you snuggled down against him once more closing your eyes as sleep took you again. The next time you opened your eyes you felt fingers brush over your hair. "Mmnn.. that's nice," you mumbled as your eyes opened glancing up at your mismatched-eyed Cardinal. "Morning Bella." he greeted

"Morning handsome." you greeted him as he dipped down for a kiss, you could taste the faint remains of you on his lips especially when his tongue dipped into your mouth. "Mmph- Easy Copia we don't have any condoms and I don't know if I could hold myself back again" You winked at him watching his cheeks gain a soft hue of red.

"Sorella you have no idea how much I was holding myself back last night." "I did see a drug store a few ways back," you muttered trying to implant the thought in his head. "And a hotel." You gave your most innocent look as he stared down at you his face a darker shade of red, that is all it took in minutes he had everything packed back up then again there wasn't much, he had you tucked under his arm as you both left the little alcove, which you'd have to remember it for later. Copia looked like a man on a mission as he walked into the drug store his head held high. It only took a couple of minutes before your Cardinal exited the store and headed back to the car slipping into the driver's side and greeting you with a kiss while he held up the bag. "Condoms of destiny." that got a snort from you. "You dork!." You laughed watching as he dug around in the bag and passed you your favorite candies which he had picked up. "Aww thank you! now let's blow this pop stand." the Cardinal laughed as he started the car. "Okie Dokie bellezza." Taking off out of the driveway his hand searched for yours taking hold of it, bringing it up to his lips for a tender kiss against your knuckles making you giggle as his mustache tickled them, Copia then laced your fingers together, you stayed like that the entire ride to the hotel you had seen the night before.

When you got there both of you stepped out of the car the Cardinal holding the bag in one hand and your hand in the other, stopping at the front desk he got a one-night stay. Once you got your key cards you headed to the elevators, as soon as those doors closed Copia had you pressed against the wall kissing you as if your kisses were as necessary as the life-giving air he breathed. You could feel his clothed erection press against you. He smothered his face into your neck. "I could fuck you right here against the wall tesoro." Just to add fuel to the fire you moaned into his ear. "Fuck me Copi-aaaaaa." Your voice made his cock twitch in his pants. "You damn gorgeous she-devil." he panted against your neck he was desperate and his cock weeping with need. He was about to yank down his pants and do just that thankfully he was quite literally saved by the bell as the doors opened to your floor.

Walking hand in hand you headed to your room with the key card being slid through unlocking the door. Walking in Copia set the bag onto the shelf that housed a television and a small fridge just under it as you walked to the large comfy bed throwing yourself down onto it your arms above your head with a sigh. "Oh, this feels so comfortable." Soon you were even more comfortable as you felt the bed shift from Copia's weight as he crawled over you, laying on you his head resting on your breast. Your legs wrapping around him it was weird how right this felt, how right he felt as the Cardinal pressed his lips to yours letting it linger there for a few moments. "I want you so fucking bad tesoro." You could feel his hands going for the edge of your skirt pulling it up while he moved down along your body. Your legs instantly fell open for him giving him a good view of his prize, for Copia he was trying hard not to pinch himself fearing that this was all a pleasant dream and he'd wake up in bed alone dick in hand. Moving slowly wasn't an option after the heavy play the night before which was nice but it only relieved you both for so long, grabbing the box of condoms Copia opened it pulling the strip of foil wrappers free, pulling one free the man opened the foil square with shakey hands. Pushing his pants down below the swell of his ass allowing his cock to spring free, the condom was slipped down over himself making sure that it was on correctly before leaning over you once again.

Your lips connected in a sweet kiss as Copia took hold of the base of his cock lining up and guiding himself inside of you, as soon as you felt him spread your folds and rub along your slick walls your head fell back from the kiss with a moan. "O-Oh fuck C-Cardinal."

His face smothered into your neck showering it with kisses as he moved within you. one of your hands dug nails into his back while the other weaved itself into the hair on the back of his head while he fucked you down into the bed. Back at the ministry, the ghoul had pulled up to the building flinching as Secondo slammed the door hard enough to cause a small crack in the window, he wanted to say something to lighten the man's mood but for his safety, the ghoul remained silent while driving the car around the back of the huge building to park it. Secondo stormed into his room grabbing the clear bottle of whiskey the top being flicked off, with his head thrown back the burning liquid drained down his throat. Pulling it away a drop fell down the corner of his mouth the man panting to get a breath in when he finished it the glass bottle was thrown across the room shattering against the wall as he fell back onto his couch. Why did he have to open up to you? why did he have to tell you the truth all the damn time? why did he fall for you? Having stormed in Secondo had forgotten to close the door so the crash of the glass was heard in the hall, Emilia had heard it and came running.

"Papa Secondo?!." She yelled out as she jogged into the room stopping in front of him with a delicate hand reaching out to gently pat at his cheek. "Secondo?." "Em, leave me be." He spoke sounding lower than the dirt in the courtyard. "Papa- I can't leave you like this-." "WHAT PART OF LEAVE ME BE DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND BITCH?!." He shouted making the Latin student jump back her lip wobbling, Secondo stared at her for a moment when she took off his arm and stretched out his hand missing her. Taking his sunglasses off they were the next thing to be thrown, great now she probably wouldn't come back either he was going to end up alone, an old bitter man that couldn't control his temper. Secondo flopped his face into his hands giving a long-winded sigh. The Emeritus looked up as he swore he felt a hand on his shoulder, he did. "Emilia you came back-." The broken man spoke sounding shocked, She didn't say anything before hugging him his mismatched eyes wide. "It's gonna be okay Secondo." 'It's gonna be okay' Those are words that he liked to hear and rarely did he hear them, rather than pull away Secondo wrapped his arms around her hips his face buried against her as she stroked the back of his head. "I'm guessing you came for your lessons?." "No remember today is an off day Papa, I heard a crash and rushed to see if you were okay." "Grazie sorella." Emilia watched her Papa for a good few minutes before leaning him back against the couch. "I'm going to go make us some tea with honey okay?." Getting a nod from him she went to the kitchen to prepare two warm cups for the both of them, Secondo eased back into his place on the couch eyes closed for a few moments before getting up from his spot and moving to grab a few heavy books from the shelf that sat nearby along with some empty sheets of paper.

Emilia came back into the room holding the two steaming cups seeing Secondo set on the couch again, however, the coffee table had several books on it opened. "Papa?." She asked making her way over to the couch and taking a seat beside the man the cups set down. "Well, I figure if you are here there is no harm in a little extra credit eh?." A soft chuckle passed her plump painted lips as she nodded. "A little extra credit sounds good Papa." Perhaps she was taking advantage of the man while in this extremely rare 'low mood' but as long as she got a smile from him she was content with doing so especially if that meant she could scooch closer to his side.

Meanwhile, back at the hotel you and Copia had ordered takeout, Chinese. You were shocked at how good the Cardinal was with chopsticks then again, you knew he was good with his fingers. While he handled them like a pro you were struggling and trying to hide it. "Cara, do you need help? or would you like a fork instead?" "No, no I got it don't you wor-." As if to add insult to injury when you attempted to pick up a shrimp you somehow magically flicked it across the room and splattered it into the television where it stuck for a few seconds before slowly slipping down the screen, both your and Copia's eyes watched it slide down until it hit the floor with a small wet plop.

You looked at him, defeat written all over your face as he offered you a fork which you finally accepted. You both ate in silence for a few minutes giggling when Copia fought with a noodle before slurping it up the thing smacking him on the nose. "Cazzo-." He cursed as you grabbed a napkin and wiped the tip of his nose clean. "Dinner fighting back, huh?." You managed to say through the laugh. "Si sorella and I think it is winning." You both shared a laugh before you continued with your meal together as silence fell between you again, you could tell there was something on his mind, you were about to ask him if everything was alright but he spoke up before you could. "Why did you choose me?." "Excuse me?." "Eh… ah.. let me rephrase, you chose me over Secondo." "Yeah so?." "It, well it surprises me not that I'm complaining no no no I am eh.. like that cow from the storia per bambini." You arched a brow at him as he panicked for a moment setting his food down his hand moving with his words now. "You know the the the, that story the cow over the moon Si?…. I am over the moon that you chose me" He spoke his face flushed with embarrassment which only got redder as you laughed. "You are so fucking adorable." You managed to say through the laugh which got a lopsided grin from your Cardinal.

Wiping a tear that managed to escape from the laugh, with a sigh and a few giggles the laughter ended.

"Well, you were always so sweet and kind to me we've never fought, you always make me laugh and you tell me how you feel I'm not left in the dark trying to figure out if I should bring something up to you or not, you were there for me even at that late hour" Your words brought that red back to his face. "It is just hard to believe, between me and the others… I've… I've never been anyone's choice before." You watched as the Cardinal's eyes looked down at his gloved hands as he slowly rubbed them together you could see the pained look as memories crawled back to him.

"Each time I thought a sorella or fratello loved me, wanted to be with me they always chose Terzo or Secondo, and when that didn't work out they just…" He shrugged his shoulders. "Or they would as you say… eat the cake and have it too." Copia sighed looking deflated. "Copia…" You watched him for a few moments you never knew just how much pain was behind that cheerful smile when you met him in the halls of the Abbey. "So when you came back to me… I was all happy, scared, and shocked." You scooted over to sit beside him your head resting on his shoulder your hand taking his gloved one holding it tight.

The gesture put a smile on his face, a kiss on his cheek put that rosy red back on them. "You know dolcezza we are going to have to return home soon." "Yeah I know, but we do have all day and night so let's have fun before heading back, I mean they have a pool downstairs and a hot tub we should go and swim." "Un problema cara." He spoke holding up an index finger. "And that is?." "No swimwear." "Ah, damn you're right." Copia frowned seeing the disappointment in your face. "Unless we go to the store and buy some for this little ehh.. unplanned trip si?." Your face lit up not only because you were gonna be able to swim but you were going to swim with him and go shopping, it was almost hilarious how two mundane things brought such happiness to the both of you.

Finishing your food you both hopped up and headed out down to his car, both giddy with excitement Copia maybe even more than you. He was so excited, not only to be out of the Abbey for a little while but with his girlfriend… you were his girlfriend now, right? maybe? perhaps he'd ask you later the last thing he wanted to hear was 'no' so he'd stay quiet and just pretend that you were for now as you headed off to the store together. --To be continued--

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voxofthevoid · 9 months

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i shall ask once more. \o/ 12, 26, 39 (is there another snippet in stock, void-sama?) and 55! <3

Welcome back 💚

List of questions here

(I should start keeping a list of things people call me on Tumblr...)

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

Like I said in response to another of these questions, I am not immune to having expectations...which have admittedly been skewed by hanging around in MCU/stucky (guys, you spoiled me).

Receiving feedback makes me happy, often derangedly happy. There's that simple pleasure in sharing something I made—something I put a lot of time, effort, and joy into—and seeing it have an effect on other people. There's a reason I reread my comments (and Tumblr tags, when applicable) a zillion times.

Not receiving it is predictably disappointing, though the intensity varies a lot with my level of investment in the fandom/ship and, more importantly, the particular story. You know those jokes about how the fics we work most on and are most proud of tend to be less well received than something we throw together in a hurry? Yeah, that's always an...interesting experience.

What feedback doesn't affect is whether I write or what I write. This wasn't the case until last year or so, but now, nearly everything I post is already fully written and being posted on a monthly schedule. It spares me from being discouraged in the middle of writing a fic. Similarly, darkfic tends to not be as popular as fluff or even hurt/comfort, but literally nothing else sparks up my brain like some gourmet fuckery, so nothing's going to make me stop writing those stories.

...holy shit, that got long.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

THE FUCKING KIDNAPPING FIC

I cannot tell you how weird/wild it is that this thing unraveled the way it did. I know I post a lot of multichapters for JJK, but I don't really consider them multichaps as such. More like...six-shots or something (don't ask). I was content poking at porny bits of canon divergence scenarios.

And then @nearalways asked one(1) question: What'd have happened if Yuuji had chosen not to be Sukuna's host when Gojou tells him to choose his hell? We'd also been talking a lot about how dead-eyed and done Yuuji looked in most of his middle school-era flashbacks. Long story very short, I wrote a 119k answer that has done irreparable damage to my sanity and irrevocably changed how I write Gojou in particular.

39. Share a snippet from a WIP

I always have snippets! Especially since I've got some...300k of JJK fic I haven't even posted yet. You can find it under the cut.

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Yuuji, hands down. The whole reason I'm even in this fandom is because I adore that kid. I haven't been this fascinated by a shonen MC in ages. Me being me, this does mean I put him through unimaginable horrors though!

And no, not at all. You, uh, might notice that I tend to be very set in my opinions 😂

Snippet here:

Yuuji yanks at the hand pinning him down.

There’s a moment where it works. Gojou’s fingers loosen, and his whole rhythm falters, and Yuuji almost, almost frees himself, wholly intent on flipping them over, but then there’s a soft breath of laughter, and a second hand clamps down on the wrist Yuuji has nearly wrenched free.

He makes a furious final attempt, throwing the whole of his strength into it, but this time, Gojou’s hold doesn’t waver for even a second. He’s grinning down at Yuuji, the devil on his lips.

“Devious,” Gojou tells him; it sounds like a compliment. “You’ve grown stronger, Yuuji—much, much stronger.”

And that sounds like pure sex.

Yuuji’s hips buck up helplessly, and Gojou bears down against him, pinning him there too.

“Clearly,” Yuuji hisses through clenched teeth, “not enough.”

“I’m a different kind of beast,” Gojou says easily. His eyes grow heavy-lidded. “But one day soon, Yuuji, you’ll be able to hurt me. Really hurt me. Won’t that be fun?”

Yuuji’s brain is abruptly yanked away from his dick and shoved back into his skull. “What? No! I don’t want that!”

“Of course you do,” Gojou says, laughing. “You will. It’s alright. I’ll let you.”

“Gojou-sensei—”

“But that’s for later. What do you want right now, Yuuji?”

“You,” Yuuji says incredulously, a thousand meanings packed into that one word.

Gojou’s eyes narrow, a different kind of heat than the look he shot Yuuji before. “Don’t cop out on me now. What were you going to do, Yuuji?”

“Fucking—” Yuuji lifts his head just to slam it down on the mattress; it’s not satisfying at all. “I want to fucking touch you! What else!”

“Cute,” Gojou says, his smile growing wider and more unhinged at Yuuji’s growl. “Where, Yuuji? How? I’ve only been gone for nineteen days, but you already forgot the game. I trained you better than this.”

#calamitouskings #fic: prophetic self-destruction #ask game #goyuu

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tzuu-ii · 1 year

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Angel and Devil

Kim Dahyun & Fem-reader // Part One

A/N: Might not finish this. Im not sure yet 😭

In a school separated by angels and demons, it sure isn’t easy. That was what many thought at least. The demons were often treated poorly by the angels. There was no controlling it; the teachers and administrators would simply just sit back and watch like it was no big deal. You however, were able to conceal your identity as a demon. But it wasn’t because you were scared of the unfair treatment. No. It was to be able to cause your own little mischief behind the scenes. To you, the best thing to do in life was to corrupt the angels. Those who you believed deserved it or literally just anyone you laid eyes on when you got bored.

There was a set amount to how many sins an angel could commit before they would be punished and would be seized of their status. Seven in fact. If an angel were to commit one of each of the seven deadly sins, they can say goodbye to their status. That was the lowest of the low at the school. Angels would either treat them with the uttermost disgust or naturally act like they didn’t exist. And because of you, the number of those fallen angels would slowly, but surely increase.

You were quite popular, but that wasn’t really surprising. Afterall, you were endearingly stunning. Your style, unique. And there was something about the manner in which you carried yourself that everyone adored. Not to mention how you have your way with your words. Flirty but sweet, you could say. Anyone would be on their knees for you with just a simple glance, a tilt of your head, and a small, warm smile. You had an advantage and you knew it.

Today, it was rumored that there was a new student. Someone bright. Someone sweet and tender. Someone that all would love.

New victim, you thought.

Everyone settled down in their seats as the bell rang for the first period of the day. Whispers of the new student filled your ears. Do you think it’s a girl or a boy? I don’t know, but I hope they’re cute. Shouldn’t they be here by now? Are they a demon or angel? Gosh, I’m so excited!

Clack! Clack! Clack!

As the footsteps grew closer, the excitement radiating off of your classmates multiplied by at least ten. All eyes were on the door. Yours too of course, you weren't any less excited than your classmates. And through the door came your teacher with the new student.

She was gorgeous. Her soft porcelain skin shone as she walked in. Her hourglass figure short, but that didn’t matter. You could see the heart eyed boys practically drooling over the said girl and the girls nearly dying to become friends with her. The new student walked up to the front of the class and bowed.

“Hi I’m Kim Dahyun. I hope we can get along.” She spoke.

Her voice was as soft as her skin seemed. You were intrigued. Would this be easy for you this time? You usually would be able to read a person with one encounter, but her? All you can tell from her is that she’s far too good of a person to commit any sins, but you love a challenge, so why not?

“You can sit next to Y/N over there, Dahyun. And Y/N, I expect you to help her catch up on the material we’ve learned in class this year, ” Your teacher said. Disappointed expressions creeped onto your peers who wished they were you. It only made you chuckle.

The two of you nodded and the pale girl headed over to your table. You shot her your signature smile as she did the same. The teacher began her lesson while Dahyun was visibly confused. Need help there? You wrote on a scrap piece of paper and passed it to her. She nodded eagerly. From that moment on, both of you became class partners and friends.

#twice fanfic #twice #x reader #i actually kinda like this one #i wrote more but i think ill wait to publish

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