#this took my a while to even start I'm so sry for that

[zolass]

In The King's Embrace PT. 2 | PT. 1

Top King x Bottom Male Reader x Top Warlord x Top Right-Hand Man

Soo PT 2 of In The King's Embrace- I gotta say it's basically just smut straight up. Would there be room for a bit more details? Yes of course but anygays.

MDNI, it's not my problem what you consume.

content/warning: Smut, Foursome, Double Penetration, Face fucking, Deep throating, doggy and whatever position you want, Overstimulation, forced orgasms (?), if I missed smt I'm sry.

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A soft sigh accompanied by a breathy moan left you, your arms looped around Raymond’s neck, as your lover's large warm hands kept your hips steady while helping your exhausted legs, moving you on his dick. Soft grunts left Raymond while he took in your pleasured face, a soft and pleased smile formed on the king’s lips.

His grip on you was tight, like he never wanted you to leave, which he really didn’t. How many people wanted to see you just as a toy by the king’s side, the man himself knew better what he felt and thought of you.

“You’re taking me so well,” Raymond grunted, before he started to thrust upwards, as he pushed your hips down. The moans spilling from your lips was firing him up to keep going, to give you pleasure until you were satisfied. 

But just as he was about to push you over the edge, the doors to your shared bedchamber were pushed open, and in came Raymond’s brother, Edric. Edric wasn’t only your partner's brother, but also a warlord, a good one at that, coming back home victorious every single time. Yet as he pushed those doors open, both of your attention snapped over to the intruder, who had a faux apologetic look on his face, “Oh– didn’t know some action was happening in here,” yet the man didn’t even take his eyes off of you two, his eyes raked especially over the expanse of your back, to the two globes of your ass.

“What do you need Edric,” Raymond asked, as he covered you up with the blanket and a raised eyebrow directed at his brother, who stepped into the chamber and slowly stalked over to you with exaggerated big slightly swinging steps, reminding you of a child that’s about to do something mischievous, yet Edric wasn’t a child. As the tall man stopped just a step away from you two.

A small smirk formed on the warlord's face, “Well I thought you already asked your beloved about that little– idea.” the words made you glance between the brother’s before settling on your lover, “What does he mean?” you tilted your head lightly, while Raymond gently caressed your hip beneath the blanket.

“Well..” 

This was how you found yourself in the position, Raymond’s and Edric’s cocks buried alongside in your hole, thrusting in and out of you, while one hand played with your nipple and one jerked your cock, and the cock of none other than Edric’s Right-Hand man in your mouth, thrusting inside as the man abused your throat with his relentless thrusts. 

You were a shaking and moaning mess, your legs trembled, your jaw ached and your cock twitched uncomfortably by the merciless stimulation. Pathetic moans sounded in your throat, as you looked up at Moren through wet lashes. The hand of said man, was grabbing tightly onto your hair, as he pushed your face against his groin, a groan left him before he came down your throat, “Fuck– your little lover knows how to please-” Moren said, before he pulled his dick out of your mouth after you swallowed the last drop of his cum.

The two men who were still thrusting into your hole, had watched. Raymond’s heartbeat quickened, as you looped your arms back around his neck and snuggled your face against his neck, “ Ray– ‘s too much–” a whimper left you, as you felt another load filling your ass, pushing your overstimulation further and over the edge. 

You were on the verge on becoming a cock drunk mess, and despite not wanting to share you, Raymond swallowed hard at your lewd face and moans, as his cock slipped out of your hole giving Edric the chance to grab both of your hips and thrust roughly into your puffy and cumdripping clenching hole, fucking you through your orgasm and making you hold onto Raymond who pulled you into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss. 

Suddenly Edric leaned over your back, blanketing you as his mouth latched onto your shoulder, he groaned as his hips pistoned as the wet sound of skin hitting skin reverberated in the room, as his hips met your plump ass. “God– knowing how he feels, how he sucks me in so greedily, makes me jealous that you have him all for yourself, brother,” Edric spoke, as he looked over your shoulder at his brother. Your hole clenched at his words, which in return made said man fall over the edge, slamming into you one more time as ropes of white shot into your hole.

A broken moan spilled from your lips, your ass was pressed flush against Edric, but the moment he pulled out Moren spoke up, “You can take one more– right?” These men were insatiable, and so one more round actually turned into two, in which Moren fucked you in front of the other two, filling you with his own load, after having to wait for his turn.

You laid bonelessly on the filthy bed, the last two rounds had taken the rest of your energy making you fall asleep, face planted into the sheets while Moren had rubbed your bruising hips gently, before his place was replaced by Raymond. While you slept, the three men conversed for a bit, while Raymond cleaned you tenderly and freshened the bed again, before he pulled the blanket over your figure. 

“Didn’t think the day would come in which you actually find someone you love like this, brother,” Edric spoke up, as he lazed on a chair his eyes focused on his brother, who didn’t respond immediately, “Things change, don’t they?” “I guess so,” the men said their good night’s as the two other men would join you and Raymond tomorrow during breakfast in the garden.

While the two men went to another wing, close to Edric’s bedroom to continue fucking like two rabbits, Raymond laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. He kissed your nape gently, as the events that occurred replayed in his mind– he couldn’t help the possessive feeling blooming in his chest. 

The start of your relationship hadn’t been one out of a fairytale, but it was yours and now Raymond didn’t want to share you– but he did once now led by curiosity. He did enjoy the way the three men ruined you, making you look at him with this lewd face, giving him most of your attention. It was undeniable for him, despite not wanting to share you romantically– he would enjoy watching you become a cock drunk mess like this again.

[daydreaming-nerd]

OMG I need pregnant reader x bat boys

That first one was so good thank you for that!! 🩷🩷

Pregnant Reader x Bat Boys (drabble)

This is part 2 to You Want A Baby?

AN: Ahh this was so highly requested I'm sorry it took so long. Also i've never really done a drabble and this is defiantly too long but I wanted to feed y'all as best I could.

Warnings: Pregnancy (duh), child birth, talks of sex?, not proof read (sry after writing Young Love Old Money 5 last night my hands hurt)

Of course your mates got you pregnant on the first try. They were the three most powerful males in the Night Court.

The day you found out was like any other, you were quietly reading while Cassian and Azriel were in Windhaven and Rhys was busy doing paperwork.

The sickness had been building all day and at finally come to it's precipice.

After about an hour of throwing up you went to see Madja who confirmed you were indeed pregnant.

You wanted to run home and tell Rhys right away but it didn't seem fair to your other two mates

So you warded yourself to keep your scent hidden and waited till Azriel and Cassian got home.

You sat on the edge of the bed the waiting for the boys to come to bed, clad in nothing but my black silk nightgown (this one was a present from Rhys)

The boys stalked in and the picture of me sitting innocently on our shared bed had them taking their shirts off.

It wasn't uncommon for you all to release built up tension after a long hard day, especially when the boys had to deal with Devlon.

"Wait there's something I wanna show you first," you smile standing up.

"Something you want to show us?" Rhys laughed knowing that when it came to the bedroom it was often the other way around.

You couldn't keep from smirking as you let the ward around me drop, my scent filling the room.

They inhaled long and slow before their eyes snapped open.

"You're?" Azriel asked.

"Pregnant," you smile watching as a million emotions float across their faces.

A beat of silence passes and then...

"WOOO HOOO!" Cassian roared. "We did it brothers!" he boasted clapping each of them on the back.

All of them came over to me to give me sniff, as if your new scent was addicting. You had to crane your neck up to meet all their happy faces.

"How far along are you?" Rhys asked caressing my face.

"Not very, only 6 weeks," you. smile feeling their warm hands roam my body.

"Well you certainly smell good," Azriel smiles burying his nose in my hair.

"Really?" you ask.

"YES," they all said in unison.

Cassian's hands find the hem of the night gown and start to lift it up peering underneath curiously.

"Cassain if you even think about putting your dick anywhere near her right now I will fucking kill you," Rhys growls.

"I'm not I'm trying to see if she's showing yet," Cassian said, eyes squinting.

"Cass it's too early for her to be showing," Azriel laughed at his brothers antics.

"Well she defiantly is, take a look." Cassian smiled pulling me flush to him and lifting my nightgown more so his brothers could see.

Rhys and Azriel squinted their eyes, clearly trying to see what wasn't there as Cass slid a hand over my belly.

"Cassian darling I think that's just my dinner," you laugh.

"speaking of dinner did you eat enough?" Rhys asked.

and so it began.

Ever since the boys had found out all chaos had erupted.

At first they wanted you to stay in the townhouse at all times. Literally locking you up and throwing away the key

That idea took you a long time to talk them out of but eventually you did.

Then came Rhys arguing that you needed at least 5 wards. Which Cassian and Azriel objected to as they wanted full access to you AND the baby.

Evetually you all settled on one ward. Strong enough to keep threats at bay, but weak enough so Cass and Az could touch you and your bump whenever they liked.

Speaking of bump, Cassian was determined to do a bump update everyday.

The man was DYING to see you with a bump.

"You think the baby will have wings?" you asked innocently while we all laid in bed.

Every night it was a fight for who got to sleep next to you as you unfortunately had an odd number of mates.

"Of course it'll have wings, look at it's fathers," Azriel smirked rubbing a hand over your belly.

"I don't know I wasn't in my Illyrian form when it was conceived," Rhysand states, his words reverberation through me from where my head was perched on his chest.

"Pfft please, I already told you it's mine," Cassian boasted from behind Rhys, clearly being an instigator since he wasn't getting to sleep next to me tonight.

"Cassian," Azriel warns.

"I know , I know. We don't care who got her knocked up just so long as she IS knocked up," Cassian smirks.

"Okay but what if the baby doesn't have wings?" I ask once more.

"Then we'll fuck another one into you until you have one that does," Rhys smiled pressing a kiss to my brow

"Oh we're putting another one in her either way. I want a whole litter of children." Cassian divuldged.

"You want that princess?" Azriel asked rubbing lazy circles over my barley there bump.

"Yeah I think I do." I smile.

The boys were territorial when you were barley showing, but the second the numerous dresses Rhys bought you couldn't cover the bump that's when things got scary.

The shadows. The fucking shadows

They were fucking everywhere.

Azriel had been freaking out ever since your guys walk the other day.

You had been taking in the fresh air of spring when a unknowing passerby slammed into you nearly knocking you over.

"WATCH IT!" Azriel screamed in his face his grip on the mans shirt like a vice.

The poor shopkeeper just about wet himself before running off.

"Now was that really necessary?" you asked, crumbs falling out of your mouth from the 3rd chocolate croissant you had eaten that day.

"He nearly knocked down my pregnant mate, he's lucky I let him off with a warning," Azriel murmured clearly still pissed.

"You Illyrian babies," I roll my eyes finsishing off the croissant.

Azriel just sighed and dug his hand into the paper sack to pull out my 4th pastry.

Ever since then his shadows seemed to follow you everywhere.

If you dropped something? The shadows would pick it up.

If you had troubles walking? there was always a dark mass helping you to the bathroom for the 10th time that day.

Every time the baby kicked? The shadows swirled around you to make sure you were okay.

And boy did that baby kick...

Cassian was the first to feel it.

It was a rainy night at home, Cassian was sleeping next to your belly whispering sweet nothings to it when it happened. He nearly jumped out of his skin, and you nearly did too from the pain.

"Ahh!" you hissed in pain.

"Darling what is it? Are you hurt?" Rhys fussed, leaving his desk to be there in an instant.

"What did you do?" Azriel growled at Cassian who was still staring wide eyed at your bump.

"I'm fine he didn't do anything. The baby is just kicking." I grit out feeling another thump.

I blindly reach out and grab one of my mates hands and press it to my stomach.

I watched as the scarred hand flinched at the kick.

"Oh my god I can feel it," Azriel beamed, his eyes glassing over.

"Move I want to feel," Rhys ordered

Azriel was too hypotized to care.

"I am your High Lord, move" Rhys ordered once more and I swear the room shook.

"I'm getting kinda tired of that phrase too aren't you Cass?" Azriel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah she's our mate too," cassian grumbled.

They spent the night taking turns getting to feel the baby which became a nightly occurrence.

Out of all your mates Rhys was the most doting. He had an entire wing built onto the townhouse for the baby.

He even used his magic to enchant the ceiling of the nursery to look like the night sky so it would be starfall in there every night.

Rhys didn't like to admit it, but he loved baby shopping with you.

"Oh Rhys look at this one can we get it?" you smile holding up a little onesie.

"Yes darling of course," he chuckled in amusement, he had probably heard that phrase a million times.

Your eyes scanned the shop of onesies and cribs, you already nearly everything in the store. But the shop owner always made sure to let you know when there was a new shipment as she knew Rhys would buy his pregnant mate just about anything she asked for.

"Oh my god Rhys please the baby is going to need this," I shout holding up the bat plushy. "Please, please, please, pleaseeeee"

Rhys laughs walking over to me to take my hands in his.

"Darling how many times do I have to tell you? You can have whatever you want." he smiles placing a hand on my bump and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

Fae labor was no joke, there wasn't a single aspect that didn't hurt like hell.

Rhys didn't send Cassian or Azriel away on any missions in the weeks leading up to your due date so they could be there.

Your water broke when you were standing in the kitchen reaching for a glass on the top shelf.

The scream you let out is enough to have Cassian running in from the other room.

"What is it princess? Are you okay?" He asked kneeling down to where I sat on the floor.

"The baby is coming," I winced through the pain, taking Cassian's hand in mine and squeezing with all my might.

That was the good thing about having big, strong Illyrian's as mates. They were fucking durable.

"oh shit," Cassain murmered his eyes searching for some kind of answer of what to do. "RHYS! AZRIEL! THE BABY IS COMING!"

My other two mates winnowed there are lighting speed from where ever they were in the house.

It wasn't long until Rhys had me in his arms winnowing us all to Madja.

"Help her please," he pleaded, my cries of pain clearly affecting him.

Madja had Rhys bring me into the birthing suite and lay me down. I could see the worry on all my mates eyes as they watched me write in pain, sweat grazing my brow.

"How can we help?" Azriel pleaded.

"You can't, you must leave us to work," she said referring to the other healers already pressing cold towels to my face.

"Over my dead body do I leave her side right now," Cassian grumbled.

"Do you want her to die? You'll only be in the way general. Use your head." she argued ushering them out and locking the doors.

The hours in between the closing of the doors and finally giving birth were brutal, not only for yo but for your mates.

They sat outside the door and listened to your screams the entire time.

Azriel nearly ripped his hair out from the sounds of them.

They nearly jumped to their feet at the sound of a baby crying from inside.

But then they heard you a screaming again.

Any happiness died out.

After a few minutes they heard the baby crying again and your screams stopped.

15 minutes later Madja came out holding not one but two small bundles in her arms.

"congratulations, you are the proud fathers of two healthy baby boys," she beamed.

Twins

Rhys and Cassian took the twin boys in their arms, as Azriel was too scared to touch them at first.

"They have wings," Cassian beamed running his hand over the tiny wings.

"Is she?" Rhys asked Madja.

"The mother is perfectly healthy. She needs to nurse the babies, but she insisted that I bring them to you first." Madja smiled.

"can we see her?" Azriel asked.

"Of course you can," Madja said.

The boys carried the twin babies in to see you once more.

You reached out your hands for the one in Rhys arms, the oldest, by a few minutes. He gave him to you and thankfully he latched right away.

"You did so well mate," Azriel said placing a kiss on your forehead.

"How did you boys manage to put twins in me on the first try?" You rasped out, voice still horse.

"If you recall it was no small feat," Cassain smiled.

After feeding them both you slept soundly.

While Cassain and Rhys might've been the first to hold your sons, Azriel was the first one to fall asleep with them. One in each arm.

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[nightlyrequiem]

Maybe something with Valeria as mom to a very talkative baby girl? While reader is just dying of love in a corner*blink blink* (sry I'm ovulating xd)

This was so cute! :(

I love my angst and tension but I never realised how good it feels to write something that's just wholesome. It makes me wonder how Valeria would actually be if she were a mother. I think I can see her being both overprotective and one of those parents that thinks her kid should break a few bones in life. Not what I wrote here, just a little headcannon.

Tags/Warning: Mentions of Pregnancy, WLW, Tooth Rotting Fluff, Unnamed but Loved Baby

Baby Babble

Tranquility is a heavy feeling. Though it's not similar to the heaviness of hopelessness. It isn't cumbersome rather comforting. You feel weightless as you sink into the couch. Cuddled up under three blankets. After many long, serious talks with Valeria, weighing the risks of having children, you finally proceeded with the IVF process. Due to the nature of Valeria's work, she couldn't be the one to carry. It was a lengthy process with needles and vitamins and pills. Almost two years of preparing and failing. It took a while but finally your body accepted her eggs and you carried your baby girl for eight and a half months. 

Your daughter was born a little early and a little sickly but made a swift recovery. So energetic and happy. Her conception was difficult, and the beginning wasn't simple, but she turned out to be such an easy baby. Rarely fussing and as healthy as she could be. Valeria didn't carry her, but she's just as invested, if not more than you. Often being the first one to get out of bed and check on her when she cries at night. When handling her baby there is no trace of the violent criminal, instead she's just Valeria. Stripped down of all her complex layers.

A few flickering candles light the clean-living room. A few toys scattered around the open space, stuffed animals and plastic contraptions with cartoonish smiling faces.

"Come here." Valeria coos. Crouched down with her arms spread. Recently, your daughter has begun to start using her legs. Awkwardly stumbling in small bursts before tumbling down onto her knees. Your daughter smiles, her chubby cheeks looking even chubbier and that makes you smile in turn. She pushes herself onto shaky feet and takes cautious, wobbly steps towards her mother.

"Ba! buh." She babbles. A talkative thing, she is. Valeria has taken it upon herself to start teaching her the basics of Spanish. Even before she started to crawl Valeria was dutifully making flash cards. Simple words and grammar. She hasn't said her first word yet, but you believe it will be soon. 

"That's right, come here mija."

Your daughter blows raspberries and falls to her knees. Landing soundlessly on the carpet.

She gets back up and continues on. Your persistent little girl. She makes it into Valeria's arms where she's promptly lifted up.

"¡Mi niña fuerte! Estarás corriendo de un lado a otro en poco tiempo." Valeria says, voice high pitched.

"No baby talk." You remind her gently. As hard as it is, the pediatricians discouraged baby talk. It can negatively impact the development of their speech.

Valeria sighs and nuzzles her baby's nose with her own. "I know, I know." Valeria jerks her head away as your baby swings a tiny fist at her. Eliciting an amused chuckle from the both of you.

"Mmm." Your baby hums. "Mma."

"It sounds like she's saying 'ma.''" You remark, lips twitching from how precious she is.

Valeria holds her up and looks at her, smiling warmly.

"it does," She laughs. "'mama', say 'mama.'"

"Am."

"Ma-ma." Valeria walks over and sits down next to you. Adjusting the blankets over her thighs. Your baby sat on her knee with an arm holding her up. You lean against Valeria.

"Mam."

Her little voice makes your heart swell. What will she sound like when she grows into her forever voice? She blinks her big brown eyes, so much like Valeria's. 

"My beautiful family." Valeria murmurs softly. Kissing your forehead.

"Mama."

You gasp in excitement. Grabbing Valeria's arm. "She said it!"

Valeria strokes your daughter's cheek.

"You're so smart." She says thickly. "Say 'mama'. Say 'mama' sweetie."

"Mama!" Your baby squeals. Valeria's face lights up. You're overjoyed that both of you can be here for this milestone.

You yawn but fight back sleep. Wishing you could stay in this moment forever. Capture it in a little bottle to carry around with you. To hold and admire in your darkest moments. A reminder of what you have and what you're living for. Your wife, and your daughter. The two most important people in your life.

"She'll be graduating college before we know it." Valeria whispers fondly. Resting her head against yours.

"Shhh." You reply. "Don't say that. She'll be this small forever." You gently trace the curve of her nose. Trying to burn the sight into your memory.

[dwaekkicidal]

i need to know your thoughts on groping binnie and how he'd react

and i'm not just talkin boobies. i'm talkin' errything.

LMFAOO im glad this is still on your mind too (SRY THIS TOOK ME A MINUTE) a teeny bit suggestive

links are yt short links bc the boys love his body so much

the biddies & arms:

we've all see that the boys constantly grab at his chest and arms any chance they can. so tbh? I don't think he would care LMAO goes on as if nothing happened I do think he would lowkey enjoy both though, he loooves when people appreciate all his hard work and they are both physical pieces of proof of it will def stroke his ego and rile him up if you basically drool or bite your lip while you're feeling him up (I'm talking to you, felix.) probably will shriek and get super flustered if you mess with his nipples a little tho :3

"YAH-! Don't pinch my nipples like that.."

his ass & thighs:

minho was so real for this I think binnie will only have a problem with it if you grab too hard (& it hurts him) or if you did it in front of the guys (he gotta keep up the 'dark rapper' persona yk 🙄) gets red in the ears if you're feeling him up for a little too long and stutters 🤭 will grab your ass and/or smack it back as revenge give it a little smack on the ass when he least expects and he'll squeak

"AH- Jagiya.. what are you doing? haha.. Come back here."

his waist/tummy:

absolutely melts I DO NOT care you can't tell me otherwise (I cant hear you lalalalalalala) hear me out.. a lot of people talk "changbin abs this, changbin abs that" but he has said himself that he doesn't have any (1 its hard to keep abs as is and 2 even though he works out enough to keep them, they're only really prevalent on skinnier people and we know he's thicc.) I could see him being a little insecure about his tummy or just being super shy about it so he gets easily flustered hug him from behind while his guard is down and just run your hands along his sides or his stomach and he'll get all shy 🤭 gets turned on if you do it enough hehe

"*smirks* Bunny... don't start something you can't finish."

moral of the story: worship him and his muscles because he deserves it but also because he gets flustered and turned on by it

also strokes his ego :3

[petpenname]

❣️Red Wine Supernova❣️

pairing: dealer!ellie williams x introverted(f)reader c.w: weed smoking, insinuated self-pleasure Summary: modern college au, dealer!ellie x introverted!(f)reader, slow burn with some sad elements. Inspired by Red Wine Supernova by Chapel Roan Parts: 1. I Just Want To Get To Know You 2. Mini Skirt and My Go-Go Boots 3. I Don't Care That You're A Stoner + Epilogue: Falling Into Me a/n: new writer so be nice >:3 sry if the format is a lil fucked

Part One:

I Just Want To Get To Know You

Mornings are your happy place. Your room is your sanctuary, and you greet the day in your usual fashion. Floating around your space listening to music, doing your skincare and makeup, and finding the perfect outfit. This morning, however, was anything short of paradise. Today was the last day of finals week and all the studying and stress got the best of you last night as you completely burnt out of all your routines. You push the empty chip bags and energy drinks aside on your nightstand to make some room for your phone, which is dead. How could you forget to plug it in? 

Opting to check the time on your computer you realize you overslept. There's only twenty minutes to don an outfit before you head to your first exam of the day. You curse yourself first then promise to have a full self care evening after finals are finished. Tossing on some leggings and an oversized hoodie equipped with the Jackson College logo. You do a quick wash of our face, minimal skin care, grab your phone, bag and shoes and you are out the door. 

Thankfully, living a block from campus has its pros. You fast walk the block to campus and b-line for the cafe. Popping in and getting into the short line hoping to see someone who knows your order working. You let out a sigh of relief when you see Sasha working the cash register. 

The barista greeted you, “Morning Y/N! Happy end of finals week!” 

“Morning Sasha, I can’t wait for this week to be over. I'm in a rush this morning so I'll just do my coffee, no pastry please.”

“Sure thing babe” she starts writing in your order, “it'll be out in just a minute.”

You pay and wish each other luck finishing exams. Retiring to a stool on the side of the pickup area, you put your headphones in to try and reclaim some peace in your morning. After a full song plays you glance at the time and realize you have been here for a few minutes too long. Behind the barista station, you see a brown-haired girl facing the back counter. She's moving around like she doesn't know what she's doing and Sasha is watching from the side making small comments. You assume it's a new hire so you wait the extra minute for her to finish with your drink -praying that she doesn't fuck it up and ruin another part of your morning. You zone out to your music again and before you know it you hear your order being called out:  “Medium mocha with half chocolate for.. y/n?” 

You look up and almost choke on your breath as your eyes meet pools of emerald green. Light whips of auburn fly around a flushed face, dotted with freckles. You stumble off the stool and brush fingers with the girl as you grab your coffee, not wanting to take your eyes off her. 

“Sorry it took a minute Y/N, Ellie here is training today” Sasha pipes in from behind. The girl smiles sheepishly as your eyes snap away and focus on the coffee in hand. When did you grab this? 

“Oh, yeah, no problem, thank you!.” you say, trying to recollect yourself. “I’ll see you later Sasha!” 

Heading out the door, the cool air whips the interaction out of your mind, as your only focus now is making it through the rest of the finals day.

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5pm finally rolls around and you let out a sigh as the fresh air hits you while leaving the lecture building. You pull out your phone to check for messages and play some music on your walk back.

You have (7) unread messages:

*H03 Hoes* Olivia: Anyone up for dinner and a movie? I need to dissociate after  this week o.o Ivy: yes I'm there but only if we can get Red Mill Phoebe: I'll be at Daniels tonight :)  Olivia: we know pheebs lol have fun love birds Sage: if we are getting Red Mill im gettin high Ivy: Y/N!!!? Where are youuu?? Phoebe: :D

Staring at the screen you smile in relief, just what you need after a long day; your roommates out of the house, time for yourself. Your last two exams were harder than you expected and all you want to do is order takeout, put on a show, and take a bath. You gather your thoughts and text a response;

*H03 Hoes* Y/N: staying in girls, i need some TLCOlivia: i don't blame you, this week was fucked Ivy: Want us to bring you back a burger? Y/N: that's okay, i'm ordering Thai :) Sage: oh my god you really do need this night, i'm leaving you a joint Y/N: lol thanks sage Olivia: we'll be back by midnight! Have fun ;)

Your roommates were always understanding, you really couldn't have wished for a better housing placement. House 03 was one of ten houses that were off-campus communal housing. You moved into the house a month into your first semester at school. The rest of the girls had time to bond but welcomed you in like another sister. Your introverted tendencies sometimes made you feel like a shut-in as your roommates always had something to do or somewhere to be. Sage was probably the most understanding, she enjoyed staying in also & always shared her stash with you when she did. On the rare occasion you accepted, you and she got stoned and watched shitty TV and ate takeout. 

Finishing your response to the girls, you put on a playlist that you've been loving recently and put your phone away, looking up just in time to come face to face with another person. Bumping into each other you both stumble back in equal confusion.

“Ah fuck, shit, sorry!” says a honey sweet voice.

Y/N: “Oh fuck no im sorry! I was not paying attention” you take out your earbuds and catch your balance as you look up at who you collided with. Green eyes instantly meet yours. Swirls of auburn hair and freckles dance across her face as she smiles and laughs.

“Oh hey, didn't I make your coffee this morning?”

“My what?” you say in confusion.

“Your coffee! At the cafe, I was training this morning. You got like a mocha or something?” the girl rubs her temple trying to remember.

“oh! Oh yeah! That was you” you chuckle, stealing yourself away from her gaze. Holy shit, you completely forgot about this morning, how could you forget about such a pretty girl?

“That's me!" She says. "I'm Ellie, by the way.” She holds out a hand with a sideways smile.

“Im Y/N” shaking her hand, blushing a little.

Ellie: “So where are you in such a rush to, Y/N?” 

You laugh, “nowhere really, home. I'm so over this week.” 

“Same oh my god, I'm almost done with work I just have a drop off to do. Then I'm free!” 

Her goofy enthusiasm was infectious, you felt oddly comfortable with this girl.

“Oh, cool? I'm going that way” you point across and down the street towards the College neighborhood. 

“Me too! Walk together?” Ellie suggests

You nod and set off together. It was a short walk and for the first few steps, you were quiet. Everything happened so fast, the collision, the conversation, and now you're walking together?! That's no big deal, you're just walking together! You steal a glance at the girl beside you. Holy shit how long has she been staring at you? “I'm not even going to ask how your finals went if they were anything like mine!” Ellie laughs, scratching the back of her head  

You chuckle trying not to trip over your own feet, “yeah they were pretty difficult, i'm just glad they are over for now” 

There's not enough conversation to distract you from the growing ball of nerves in your stomach. You keep stealing small glances at the beautiful girl strolling alongside you with such ease and confidence. Before you know it you get to your house walkway, you turn to Ellie

“This is me, uh it was nice meeting you! And thanks for making my coffee” You are suddenly aware of how awkward you feel, trying not to make eye contact.

“Oh yeah no problem,” Ellie leans slightly to look behind you at the house, “you live here? Do you know Sage? I'm here to meet her.” Ellie says, pointing towards your house She's asking about your roommate? Something clicks when you realize you've seen this girl before, no you’ve heard her voice before. Whenever Sage stayed in she would call her dealer, who never came inside but Sage and her would talk on the porch for a bit during the deal.

“Are you Sage’s dealer?” you ask.

“Have you been smoking my shit?” Ellie laughs

“No I mean, sometimes I partake, but yeah Sage is my roommate, um come on up?” 

“Wicked” Ellie follows you up the path and steps and waits at the door as you call into the house.

“I'm home! Sage! You have a visitor!” 

“HI HOME! I'm Sage!” you hear from upstairs as the blonde girl comes bounding down the stairs. “Oh what's up Ellie, sorry you had to deal with her y/n” 

Ellie scoffs behind you, “yeah whatever, you can find a new dealer”

Sage laughs, “And buy from a dude? No way, I support woman-owned businesses. How much do I owe you?”

You bow out subtly during their conversation. Before the two girls make their exchange you are halfway up the stairs. Letting their conversation get muffled as you enter your bedroom. You don’t know why you seclude yourself so much. Social interactions can be so anxiety inducing for you and you were well past spent on interacting this week. 

Tossing your shoes and bag in the corner you collapse on the floor wrapping a blanket around you. Finally safe in your own space. It wasn't long before you heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Sage was knocking on your door.

“Hey babes, you doing okay?” 

You get up, blanket still wrapped around you and shuffle to the door, opening it slightly before leaning on the door frame, looking like a sad puppy.

“Oh y/n it was a long week huh? Well I'll be out of your hair soon. I just wanted to give you this.” she holds out a joint, which you now know came from Ellie.

“Thanks Sage, I might actually spark this tonight.” You smoked with Sage occasionally but never alone.

“It’ll help, light it in the bath! That's my favorite thing to do” Sage beams and hands over the joint, it was beautifully rolled, you almost didn't want to ruin it. She gives you a small squeeze on the arm and blows you a kiss before wishing you a good night and skipping towards her room to get ready for the evening. 

You shut the door and drop the blanket down, giving into a big stretch before locking into self care mode. This is where you really excel, you know the ins and outs of what creates an environment that lets you rest and recoup to the best of your abilities. And currently your room was in disarray from the late nights spent studying and dissociation. You put your headphones in and go to work. It takes half an album to clean up the mess from the previous week. You are feeling much better and continue on your self love ritual. Peaking your head out into the hallway you listen for any sound of your roommates. 

Silence, perfect, Olivia and Ivy must have come and left with Sage while you were cleaning. You pop your headphone back in and continue your groove downstairs to get something to drink and order your take out. While on the call your phone buzzes from a text, thinking nothing of it, it must be one of your roommates. You complete your order and finish up in the kitchen returning to your room for a much needed bath. All focus on yourself.

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It's nearly an hour later, you've drawn your bath and your take out has arrived. A shitty show you’re half paying attention to plays off your laptop, propped up on the laundry basket. You finish your last spring roll feeling a little bored and you grab your phone, figure you’d scroll some socials for a bit. Flicking on your screen you see you have a text from an unknown number. 

Unknown: “Do you always stay in on a friday night? ;)”

Your hear skips a beat. Your heart rate rises, confused and anxious who got your number? How do they know your home alone? Also this was an hour ago! You text back; Y/N: um, who is this?

You wait only a minute before you get a text back,

 “Ellie :)”

Relief sets in, not a creepy guy or stalker, thank god. Your phone buzzes again.

Ellie: “Gosh made you coffee and walked you home, am I that forgettable?”

You text back quickly, “no sorry, hey! I just didn’t know your number. How did you get mine?”

Ellie: “Sage gave it to me, I hope that's okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah that's cool!” you text back.

A little confused why Sage would give out your number without asking but your thoughts are interrupted by another text from Ellie:

“You didn't answer my question silly ;)”

You reread Ellie's first text. You do usually stay in, even on friday nights.

“Pretty much lol” you respond with another text, “I don’t really like parties”

“I feel that, good for business, bad for vibes lol” ellie responds

You stare at the screen, taken aback by how all of a sudden you are talking to this girl you hardly know for the second time today. Suddenly the bath is way too hot and wet, your laptop playing a little too loud. You close your phone, pause your show, and start to drain the tub. Rinsing off and finishing up your shower routine, you are standing at the vanity when your phone lights up catching your eye. It’s Ellie again,

“So would you like some company? I'm nearby actually” A glance at the time tells you it's 9pm, late for you, your only other plans for the night was to curl up in bed and continue your show until you fall asleep. You take a second to think about things as you put some clothes on, a soft pair of pajama bottoms, a tank top and a slouchy oversized sweater. Something in you was intrigued with this girl. It was strange for you to feel like you wanted to hang out with someone let alone someone you just met late at night. 

You pace for a minute thinking, am I really going to do this? Typing out the text and holding your breath before hitting send then chucking your phone on the bed and running to the mirror.

“Okay, why don't you come over?”

You inspect your appearance. Natural beauty, your skin care routine was spot on and truthfully you loved your look the most at night after you cared for yourself. You felt a rush of adrenaline and took a few breaths to calm yourself before sliding on a pair of slippers and grabbing your phone to go downstairs. Before leaving, the joint on your night stand catches your eye and it only seemed right to bring it along, Ellie did roll it.

On the way down the stairs, there's a knock at your door, that was fast. You peek out the window to be safe, Ellie standing with her back to the window facing away from the door. Hand scratching the back of her head, it looks like she's changed since you saw her last. You open the door and catch a whiff of pine and amber as she turns to face you, the same sideways smirk on her face from before. She's wearing all black, dirty Converse, ripped jeans, and a black jacket over a green hoodie.

“Hey, whoa cute fit” Ellie laughs as she looks you up and down, “cozy?”

You move a little at her comment, noticing how underdressed you are. “You caught me at the end of my shower” 

She chuckles again, “well I wasn't trying to take you out, was wondering if you wanted to smoke this with me?” Ellie pulls a joint from behind her ear, and holds it up between her pointer and middle finger.

Your nerves are going crazy but something in the way she looks at you makes you feel at ease in her presence. 

“Yeah sure, I have one of yours already actually” you say as you hold up the joint, it's a little crushed as you realize your hands were clenching. 

Ellie laughs, “you keep that one, we can smoke this one” she gives you that smile again. “Are we gonna stand on the porch all night?”

You snap into reality a bit and stumble over your words and yourself, letting her into the house. “no! Sorry, ya we can smoke in the back, we have some chairs out there.”

“Sweet, I'll follow you cutie” 

You turn away from the comment before Ellie could see your cheeks go up in flames. 

You lead her through the house to the back door and out into the small yard. There's a fire pit in the corner with a few lawn chairs around it. There's a light breeze in the air but it's rather temperate for a spring evening. You sit down in a chair and Ellie flops down next to you. Pulling out a lighter and joint. You watch as she puts the joint between her lips, lightly holding it with one hand and lighting with the other. Your eyes are locked on her while she inhales and the cherry goes red illuminating her soft features. Only when she exhales a cloud of smoke and looks at you do you look away quickly. Darting your gaze away to the joint held out in front of you. 

“Here ya go y/n” Ellie's voice is low and gravely, cutting through the silence of the night. 

You swallow and take the joint, breathing out preparing yourself for the hit. You can feel Ellie's eyes on you as you inhale, hold for a second too long, and exhale out in coughs, covering your face and shoving the joint in Ellies direction. “Shit, hahah, I don't smoke that often.” you get out

“Oh! That's okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want it!” Ellie takes another drag, hesitating to pass it back your way.

“No, no it's okay, the first hit is always the roughest,” you say through your coughing fit. “I usually smoke with Sage.” 

Taking another drag and speaking as smoke billows out past her lips, “Okaaay you can tap out at any time light weight” She chuckles at the end of her sentence but reaches the joint back out to you. You take it, needing another hit to settle the growing nerves in your stomach, she will not stop looking at you.

You and Ellie pass the joint back and forth a few rounds in easy silence. Only a few loud conversations and music from down the block fill the air. Ellie breaks the silence after a moment.

“So I know you said you don’t like parties but there's this one tomorrow night at my friend Jessie’s house, he lives in 09. My roommate Dina and I are going, you might like it?” 

Jessie… You've heard that name before, he was one of Daniel’s, Phoebe's boyfriend's roommates. A group of boys that live in House 09, down the street from you. You've actually been to their house for a party once before. It was fun for an hour until you Irish good-byed to go home and lay in bed. Texting your roommates of course, because girls always need to stay safe. Considering your roommates would be inviting you to this party as well you decide to accept Ellies invitation too.

“Oh yeah, my roommate Phoebe is dating Daniel who lives in 09, i'll probably be there for a little bit.”

Ellies face lights up, and she moves in a way that looks like she's trying to hide her excitement. “You will! Cool, I'll see you there then! Ah this thing is out.” She stubs out the cherry in the joint and tosses it into the fire pit. “Well I should let you get back to your evening princess, I have a few more drop offs to do tonight anyway.” She stands from her seat with a stretch  and holds her hand out for you to grab as you stand. Her jacket got pushed up a bit and you notice a dark image on her forearm, a tattoo? It's hard to tell in the dark. You grab her hand, making a mental note of how strong and soft they are before standing fully and stepping back.

“I'll walk you out then, uh thanks for smoking me out” Your mind is hazy and calm, you barely realize that your nerves are settled, you're comfortable. Ellie follows you back into the house and to the front door, you both pause at the open door, Ellie's eyes on yours, yours on your hands.

“So I'll see you tomorrow night?” Ellie breaks the silence, making you look up,suddenly the nerves are back.  

“Yeah, i'll see you around Ellie” you do your best to not shiver, and give her a smile.

The green eyed girl averts her gaze as she sheepishly scratches the back of her head. “Alrighty, have a good rest of your night!” She turns to leave but turns back, 

“oh yeah, it's a decade's party, so you gotta dress up”

She gives you stupid snap and finger guns and turns away, popping down the steps and into the night. You let the cool air wash over you as you watch her walk down the street. Noticing the flick of a lighter in the night as she goes out of sight. You close the door and nearly collapse against it as your stomach begins to flutter again. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

You take your phone out as you run up to your room, texting your house group chat immediately.

*H03 Hoes* Y/N: “Sage, why'd you give my number to a stranger?? Also… is there a party tomorrow night at H09?”

It was a little while before you got a response from your roommates, their movie must have ended, it was now 11:30pm. You shoot up from your bed responding to your roommates;

*H03 Hoes* Sage: “Ellies, not a stranger! And she asked for it ;)” Olivia: “The Decades party yeah! We were going to ask you tomorrow if you wanted to go!” Y/N: “Well yeah not anymore, she kinda came by the house and smoked me out.” Ivy: “Yo what?!!! y/n hung out with a girl??” Y/N: Hey, I'm allowed to do stuff! Lol Sage: lolol we’ll be home in a little bit! We can get ready for the party tmrw together :D”

You lock your phone and look around the room, you realize you had been pacing for that whole conversation. Adrenaline going crazy, your mind flashing images of auburn hair and green eyes. You probably had 30 minutes left of alone time in the house so you decide to end your night right, how you usually do. Stealing yourself under your blankets, touching and pleasuring yourself until your breath relaxes you into sleep. However tonight, green eyes stare back at you in your mind.

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[itsmeemmasturniolo]

The Rookie: Y/n Bradford Tim Bradford's Daughter Part 3

Part 1 And Part 2

You are y/n bradford and you passed the academy with full marks as you should well cuz ur a bradford so when you my first time in roll call you are coincidentally paired with Tim Bradford AKA your father and trust me.......he does not go easy on you but then you get a call from dispatch of a robbery happening and you see someone unexpected.

Before my dad could argue with me again or vice versa we got a cxall (finally) from dispatch.

Dispatch: 7 Adam 19 be advised we have a current 211 at Pacific Western Bank, corner of Sunset Boulevard and La Brea Avenue. Suspects are armed

Me and dad looked at each other.

"7 Adam 19 responding" I said and dad literally raced the car over there.

When we arrived there was only one person who was masked but we could tell it was a women because of the blonde hair.

"ma'am, I'm gonna need you to drop that bag of cash right now and step forward and surrender."

The woman looked at me for a second her eyes softening for some reason well at least I thought because right after that she pulled out a gun. and then started shooting towards the ceiling and then shooting a person but i could hear her gasp when she shot the person. I reached out for my radio.

"7 Adam 19 show us Code 6 at Pacific Western Bank, Sunset and La Brea. One suspect, female, black suit. Shots fired. One victim shot. Requesting additional units, air support, an RA unit and a supervisor."

She dropped the gun and started running towards the other exit. So i ran after her. I reached up to her and tackled her to the ground. She tried to fight it but my grip on her hands was wayy to tight that she could barely move her hands. Then I cuffed her while dad was taking care of the gunshot victim. We weren't far from the hospital and the bank so before we could go my ripped the mask off the suspect's face and I see none other than:

"Isabel" I said my voice shaking when i saw her face. Yep that's right she's my mom. I wasn't even shocked about the bank robbery at this point, I'm more shocked about how she looks. She is def high, her eyes pink and swollen that you could barley see the ocean blue eyes she had. Her skin pale but covered with dust and mud. She's skinny. Her hair is a mess and she has ripped clothes i don't think I've ever been more traumatised by the sight of her. Every other police officer came to the bank and I could hear the sirens but what i could hear more was my heart beat getting faster and faster and heavier and heavier.

"The ambulance took the gunshot victim so boot why are you still laying on top of our suspect" Dad says from behind but I could barley hear it. Me and Isabel. just stared at each other back and forth. I stood up again.

"Boot did you not hear-Isabel" Tim said finally realising. he was just as shocked as I was. The Sarge came when he saw Isabel and Tim just looking at each other he signaled me to come with him.

"Isabel right?" Sarge asked

"Yea how did you-"

"Did Tim not tell you she was working undercover"

"Oh.....yeah......right" I said looking down "It's how they broke up i was 3 at the time I don't rlly remember

"Yea" said Sarge "Look I'm sry but you have to keep your head in the game and remember your still a rookie and it's your first day don't be distracted by her"

"Sarge when I was 2 she was happy and sweet and kind looking at her now I'm pretty sure you didn't expect that was well."

He sighed knowing I was right

"Dad's gonna be extra harsh now today isn't he"

"He might but it's to train you"

"With anger?......With my mom's anger?......"The anger he had after she left him?..."

He sighed again.

"Look it's up to you what you wanna do but you do know that you and ur dad have to be there when Lopez and Harper interrogate her."

"I know" I said

"It's gonna be hard to watch" i stated....

[rikis-wifey910]

AN UNEXPECTED MEET (pt 3)

Synopsis: When unexpectedly you meet your idols while having a vacation trip with your friend, you fight your urge to spew every feeling for him, but what'd happen if you knew he felt the same too?

Characters: Idol Riki x non-idol fem reader, ft reader's bsf, all of Enhypen.

Warnings: Smut, kissing, reader is insecure of her appearance, fluff, slowburn (kinda?), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up perverts), oral (f receiving), slight degradation, lmk if I missed anything else.

WC: 596 words

The flight was longer than expected, you and your bestie were completely jet lagged from it. You both hailed a taxi as fast as you both could after checking out of the airport.

As you both reached the hotel, your bestie turns to you with a grin "Hey, listen.. I have a surprise for you."

You replied, intrested "what?"

She says "I've booked us separate rooms."

You started at her, bewildered. "Wait- you mean you booked two.. TWO ROOMS?! girl you're gonna make me broke or what? Where did you get all the money huh?"

She cheekily smiled and said "I finally sold the necklace kev had given me"

Kev, or Kevin was her toxic ex she couldn't move on from, and the necklace was actually one he gave it to her during their early stage of relationship. So, selling the necklace was like moving on from him.

"Wait.. you mean.. YOU'VE MOVED ON?!" you couldn't believe your ears at that point of time. Another thought crossed your mind "so it means that he wasn't lying, the necklace was really made up of gold. I wonder why he never came to collect it.."

Your bestie sighed "Well, same goes for me.. but hey! We got a nice trip for it didn't we. Besides he wouldn't even remember that he gave me this. Too busy with his hoes."

"Men." You replied, and you both chuckled. Soon you both were making your way to the elevator to go to your respective rooms.

After reaching your room, you decide to take a quick shower and get some rest. You shredded off your garments and stepped into the shower, feeling the tension leave your body.

'this hotel has really nice services.' you thought. Reason being that the lighting, showerhead, ambience, soap, towels, everything was top tier, even though the charges were moderate.

After the shower, you wrapped yourself in a robe and plopped onto your bed, scrolling on your phone for any updates from your faves.

Suddenly a weverse message pops up. You see the name 'ENHYPEN' on it and clicked on it.

The message was a notice from the Be:lift lab.

'Greetings from Be:lift Lab. We would like to inform our fans that our boy group ENHYPHEN is taking a break from all commercial and idol related activities for personal reasons. We hope that you all co-operate with us and wish the boys best health for the time period. Thank you.'

Your smile faltered a bit. Of course it'd sting if you're finally fully free and your idols decide to take a break at the same time. But you were also happy because they were a group that never took rest. So it was good to finally see them relaxing and enjoying themselves and spend time with their dear ones.

Well, that's what it is to be like a fan. You thought.

After some scrolling, you decided to call it a day and did your night routine before drifting off to a sleep filled with dreams of him, Riki.

To say that you were in deep would be an understatement.

But, would you be able to get out of it before it's too late?

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I'll add Riki's POV in the next part and let me tell you this beforehand that there's low chance it'll exceed 700 words.

Taglist: @cutehoons02 @strawberryhotlips @maverickroyalromanoff

Zoe's yaps: here's part 3 of AN UNEXPECTED MEET!

And ik it's not that good but I swear I'm trying to improve. It's just that I have this weird habit of giving too much details in whatever I do. And I fear that in this case it makes my story less appealing. I'm sry 4 that.

Anyways please help me decide on one plz.

[celtigxr]

THE PINK DREAD - CH. 30 (Masterlist)

Chapter Summary: Rhaenyra and the rest of her brood return to King's Landing for the first time in years. Aegon has a heart-to-heart with his least favourate person in the world. Word Count: 4976 CHAPTER WARNINGS: Fluff, angst, mentions of bullying. Very little Valeana in this chapter, sry sry. But Aegon 👀

Series tags: Aemond x Plus size!OfC, Aegon x Plus size!OfC, Celtigar!ofc, Plot with Smut, mdni 18+, Aemond End Game, Angst, Comedy, The Dragons Don't Dance, slow burn, friends to enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers.

Credits: Lace Banner by Aquazero, pearl divider by Pommecita

Notes: PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM OF CHAPTER. Additionally, I'm not super proud of like 50% of this chapter. This is where my muse started to slip for me, so it's not my best work, and the next few chapters as well. I'm hoping to correct that by proof reading them, but mostly, the next 5 chapters are really me trying to move along the plot.

“Ohhh, I am going to miss these chubby cheeks,” Rhaenyra cooed in a high-pitched voice as she yanked little Valeana Celtigar and pulled her onto her lap. Nearly four years old, the girl was plump as she was adorable, filling Rhaenyra with an almost maternal level of cute aggression. Luke had just been born, another boy, where she yearned for a daughter. Valeana would fill that void until the Mother could grant her wish. 

“May I just have a bite? A wee nibble?” Rhaenyra mimicked a bite at the child’s cheeks, earning her a shriek of mirth. 

“Princess Nyra, no!!” Valeana giggled and wiggled in her grasp. 

The woman mock pouted, “But I won’t see you for weeks. What will I do without my little Valeana? Whose cheeks will I nibble now?” 

The little girl stuck her tongue out between her teeth, mischievous green eyes moving over the large man in the corner, his gold cloak making him stand out even more. “Ser Harwin’s.” 

Rhaenyra looked up at her sworn sword, who’s smile brightened, “Ser Harwin’s? But they are hidden under all that hair. It would taste awful.”

The knight chuckled, shaking his head. 

Valeana covered her face with her small hands, eyes peeking through her fingers, “But you can’t bite my cheeks, Nyra! I need’em!” 

“Oh, is that right? What for, my dear?”

The little girl’s face turned pink from hairline to chin, her eyes tightly closed as she buried her face into Rhaenyra’s soft belly. “Prince Aemond.”

“Prince Aemond?” Rhaenyra repeated, eyebrows turned upward.  

“He-he gives me kisses on’em, before we go to bed.”

Rhaenyra shared a look with Harwin, before looking down at the squirming girl on her lap, a fond smile pulled at her lips. “He does, does he?” 

Valeana nodded shyly, “I like Prince Aemond. He’s pretty, like you!”

“Oh!” Rhaenyra laughed, looking back at Harwin again, a broad entertained grin in place. The man simply chuckled louder, placing his hand over his mouth. “And have you told Aemond this?”

She shook her head, moving her face back into the shield of Rhaenyra’s belly once again, “Noooo… Prince Aegon will make fun of me.”

With a pout, the princess tried to move the girl so she could see her face, “And why on earth would he do that?” 

Valeana’s mouth was pulled into a frown, her green eyes wandering around the room while she tried to control the wobble of her lip, “He doesn’t like me. It’s ‘cause I’m not pretty, like you, or Aemond, or Helaena, or him, or Jacaerys or–”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Rhaenyra pulled her up so she was sitting properly in the cradle of her lap, and took her face between both of her hands. “I will have none of that. You are just as pretty, Valeana.” 

Though the little girl did not seem convinced. Her large eyes marbled into two glistening peridot gems, “A-Aegon says I’m too f-f-fat to be pretty, ‘n–’n only pretty girls muh-marry princes, and become prin-princess-esses.”

Rhaenyra pulled her into her chest, scoffing at her brother’s cruelty, “My brother is a fool. A blind fool, my darling. Do not listen to a thing he says… You are beautiful, just like your mother, Lysa.”

“R-really?” Valeana hiccuped. 

The princess nodded earnestly, “Of course. You are her very image, just ask Ser Harwin.”

Valeana craned her neck to look up at the knight, eyes puffy and watery, cheeks pink and tear stained, “Am-am I pre-pretty, Ser Harwin?”

The large man sauntered over before bending to his knee next to Rhaenyra, so he could level his eyes with the child. “You are so very pretty, Lady Valeana. Just like Lady Lysa, just like Princess Rhaenyra.” 

Valeana blushed heavily, scrunching up her nose and putting her small hands to cover her face, trying to lean away, suddenly very bashful. Alas, Rhaenyra had a grip on her, and at her darling little display of embarrassment, the princess laughed. 

“It’s those cheeks! They’re just like apples, wouldn’t you say, Ser Harwin?”

“Oh, the juiciest of apples!” 

“Care to take a nibble with me?”

“Of course!”

Valeana squealed as she tried to pull away, but it was too late. The princess and the knight planted their lips on both of her cheeks at the same time, squishing her face. When Harwin pulled away with a chortle, Rhaenyra just kept on kissing the girl’s cheeks, pinching and taking mock bites out of them, all the while Valeana giggled, screamed, and tried to scramble out of her grasp. 

Not long after, Lord Bartimos Celtigar had sauntered onto the terrace, his face stretching out in a fond smile at the sight of his daughter in the arms of the crown princess. 

“Oh, I’d hate to put an end to this lovely display of affection, but alas, Princess Rhaenyra, we are about to leave for the Isle. Ursula is about to give birth any day now.” 

The princes sighed disappointingly, “Of course, of course.” With Valeana still in her arms, she stood up and walked over to the Master of Coin, but before she handed her over, she turned to the little one in her arms and said firmly. “Now, remember what I told you.”

Valeana nodded, rubbing her chubby fist along her reddened cheeks. 

“And if anyone says otherwise, I will send them to Syrax, then they’ll be nothing but toast.” 

The girl giggled mischievously, “Prince Egg-on-Toast.” 

It had only been a day, and yet that was too long. The night he had spent with Valeana was seared into his memory, like a dream he could not stop thinking about. That night, after he released his spend all over her hand, they had cleaned up and laid back in the pillows. She curled up at his side, head laying on his chest as they both looked up at the stars in blissful silence. He didn’t want the night to end, but it eventually did when the sky started to pink along the horizon, and Valeana jolted awake at the realization of how long they had been there. 

In silence he escorted her back to her room, thanking the gods that Floris had not woken up with the looming dawn. At the entrance, he thanked her for an amazing night, and she responded by placing a kiss on his cheek, thanking him in return. 

Aegon spent the better part of that day in bed, fingers tracing the spot where she had kissed him, eyes closed as he reimagined her tits, her face, her hand around his cock. A smirk crawled upon his face then, when he recalled the moment he returned to his bedchambers, peeled off his clothes and noticed the dark stain on his breeches. Blood. 

That was why she did not want to go further. Aegon could have had her that night, had it not been for the Mother’s curse. The fact alone made him hard again, giving him no choice but to summon Hildy so early that morning. Her services aren’t quite done after all… at least for the next 3-5 days. 

Aegon was aware that Valeana would be with his nephew that afternoon, the thought of which drove him to near madness. He needed to see her again, to do it again, but he swallowed down his impatience, and instead went into the pavilions to distract himself. There he reunited with the Redwyne brothers and as a result, found himself in Catelyn’s company. 

He leaned into her ear, and whispered, “Your idea worked like a charm.”

This elated her, turning to him with a bright smile that was infectious, “It did?! Tell me everything.”

Aegon rocked on the balls of his feet innocently, hands clasped behind his back as he started to walk through the pavilions, forcing her to trail next to him. He hummed, a smile curling his lips, “I do not kiss and tell.”

She gasped, “You ki—” Cat cut herself off and cleared her throat, looking around the area to make sure no one was listening to their conversation. People were already watching them curiously, what with Aegon being a Prince, and Catelyn being not his usual company. “You kissed?” She repeated in a whisper. 

Well, no, Aegon realized. They hadn’t… He kissed other parts of her, and her own chaste one on his cheek still made the area warm and tingly. But the realization bothered him more than he thought it would. It was a fact he wished to rectify. 

In the end, he did not tell Catelyn exactly what happened, other than they had a lovely midnight snack and chat, where he made his heartfelt confessions, and she gifted him with a chance. 

One drink became several, as usually was the case, and his jovial time in the pavilions became a pleasant blur. By the time he got back to the Red Keep, it was already too late in the evening to call for Valeana. Besides, he was far too drunk to make any sort of good impression on her father. Aegon was aware that Bartimos already had a sour impression of him, and if he was going to marry Valeana, then he would have to – somehow – get on ol’ Barty’s good side. 

Aegon barely had his tunic off when his mother entered into his chambers, completely unannounced. She had a tendency to do that, particularly when she was contrite with him over something he wasn’t even aware that he had done. 

“Mother,” he threw his head back, too tired and too inebriated to coherently greet her properly. His hands rubbed his eyes before he regarded her through his exhaustion, “One of these days, your intrusions will be awarded by the unseemly sight of your son rutting into—”

“Enough!” Her face reddened, from anger or embarrassment over the mental image he had just painted, or likely both. “I had come to you this morning, but your guard told me you were occupied.”

Aegon smiled slyly, “Very.”

The queen scoffed at her son, turning sharply away as she rubbed her fingers to her temples. She paced around the room like that, only aggravating Aegon, who longed to be nude and in his bed. 

“Would you please just berate me already? It’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”

His mother finally stopped her pacing, moving her hands from her head to her hips, “What are your intentions with Lady Valeana?”

The bluntness and the seriousness of her tone was enough to sober him. Aegon wobbled back, as if a blow was made at him. To steady himself, he placed his forearm on the post of his bed, and leaned against it. 

“Did we not already have this conversation?” He peered at her in confusion. “You told me to stop pursuing her, threatened to chain me to my rooms, and I completely ignored you?”

“Aegon,” her tone was a force in its steadiness. Alicent strode over to him, and despite being shorter, it still felt like he was under her. Like he was still a child. “Tell me the truth, for once in your bloody life. What. Are. Your. Intentions?” 

Aegon’s mouth fell into a pout, his red rimmed eyes stared back at her like a reprimanded puppy. Alicent never swore, he would remember if she did. His mother had a knack for making polite words sound as lethal as a Valyrian steel blade. 

“To cour–” She did not allow him to finish. Alicent’s hand grabbed his face firmly under his jaw. 

“I said I want the truth of it! That girl is under the impression you are fond of her, but I know my son! She is the daughter of a noble house, not some common maid that you can use to exercise your depravities with!”

Aegon wretched his face away from her hand, his brows pulled downward in a twisted look of annoyance and outrage. The logical part in his brain does not blame his mother for reaching to the conclusion that he had ill intent, but what hurt the most was that she could not simply imagine Aegon actually being soft on a girl. That the very idea was improbable on every plain of existence, because Aegon simply could not feel with anything other than his dick. 

“I am fond of her!” He shouted, backing away from his mother. His frustration mixing with the alcohol in his veins created a boiling point; he was so fucking tired of his mother thinking so little of him. “And my intentions with Valeana Celtigar are pure. Why is that so fucking hard to believe?”

Alicent momentarily looked taken back by the intense sincerity of his voice, which cracked with emotion and exhaustion. The Queen shook her head, “You cannot attach yourself to that girl, Aegon. You know you are intended to marry your sister–”

Aegon scoffed loudly, throwing his head back, “Mother! Stop this! Father does not wish for me to marry Helaena, and we do not wish for it either! For once in your life can you just be happy for me?” 

The question had rendered Alicent speechless, if only for a prolonged moment. His mother’s eyes, wide, dark, glistened with unshed tears (of guilt or aggravation, he could not tell) as they darted between his desperate violet ones. 

“I cannot help but conclude,” she began to speak, her voice lower than before, almost delicate and methodical as if she was trying to soften a blow. “That you only fancy the girl because she belonged to your brother, and you know he wants her back. How can I be happy for one son, when it is at the expense of another?”

Aegon’s anger was quickly boiling over, evident by the reddening of his face and the trembling of his fingers. He longed to grab something and throw it at her, but instead he settled for taking a forceful step in his mother’s direction, and angrily pointed in the direction of Aemond’s quarters, “AEMOND DOES NOT DESERVE HER! He does not deserve the happiness that she brings. He pushed her, mother, broke her fucking leg clean off, and then treats her like the scum of the earth, and yet you stand here and tell me that his happiness is more deserving than mine?!” 

“Aegon, that is not–”

“I will not hear it, mother! I will hear no more of it! I will not marry Helaena, and I will not be your fucking king! You and grandsire’s selfish ambition will ruin my life no longer. I will marry who I chose, and as soon as Valeana Celtigar is my wife, we will fly to the Free Cities, away from this bleeding place. Away from father, from Rhaenyra, from Aemond, from grandsire. Away from you!” 

With people from all four corners of Westeros collecting around King’s Landing, there was always a very audible chorus of gasps, claps, and some screams whenever dragons flew over the city. Even if it became somewhat of a common occurrence, with nearly all dragonlords in attendance for the Royal Conclave, and the looming presence of the Cannibal that had to be deterred every two to three days, the sight never got old for spectators. However, there was a particularly louder reaction the morning that Princess Rhaenyra arrived. 

Gone for many years, the heir to the Throne’s return was heavily anticipated. None knew if she was going to come at all after the tragedy of her daughter’s untimely death. But the Conclave was not the only thing that drove Rhaenyra back home; her duty to her sons was paramount, their marriages needed to be secured to good houses, and not only that… Vaemond Velaryon was going to petition to be the Heir of Driftmark, robbing Lucerys’ inheritance. The very inheritance that his grandfather wanted for him. But alas, the Sea Snake was not conscious, and he continued to toe the line between life and death. 

The golden Syrax glided over the ramparts and roofs of King’s Landing, followed by the smaller Moondancer, and lastly the large Meleys, the Red Queen. While they descended onto Rhaenys’ Hill and into the Dragonpit, ships bearing the black banners of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and the turquoise colours of House Velaryon docked into the bay. 

The princess’ return was met with a grand reception on her way to the Keep. In the wheelhouse, the Princess sat with Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, Joffrey, Aegon the Younger, and her little Viserys on her lap. Joffrey, at three and ten, had spent most of his formable years at Dragonstone, so his return to King’s Landing felt more like the first time. He peered through the carved peepholes that windowed the corners of the wheelhouse, marvelling at the people who showered them with flower petals, and waved black and red flags. There were some that were not so joyous, however. For every ten, there was one brave, mad man or woman who shouted ‘dragon whore’ through cupped hands, which Joffrey chose to ignore with a stiff swallow. 

Rhaenys was watching her cousin’s daughter closely throughout the ride. For years, she had strongly suspected that Rhaenyra and Daemon had a hand in Leanor’s murder. However, prior to their departure to the capitol, in Nyra’s desire for Rhaenys’ presence in King’s Landing, the younger princess had gifted her not only the truth, but an offer of betrothal between Rhaena and Lucerys. There was some doubt in Rhaenys’ mind that perhaps Nyra was simply placating her heart into believing her son was alive and happy somewhere across the narrow sea, because she needed the woman to advocate for her. Vaemond’s shadow loomed in the harbour, preparing himself for the petition for the inheritance of Driftmark, which would take place sometime past midday. Hardly enough time for a proper reunion amongst family and friends. 

Despite her doubts, however small or large, Rhaenys felt compelled to put her trust in her cousin’s hands. Her granddaughters were her blood, and she would much rather see one of them as Lady of Driftmark than her husband’s nephew. Though that alone isn’t all that steered her, but also the knowledge that Rhaenyra and Rhaenys walked the same path. They just ended up in different destinations. Rhaenys saw herself in the younger princess, had she been the Queen That Ever Was. 

When they arrived at the Keep, it was not in the Throne Room, but rather in the intimate Small Hall, which was vacant of even courtiers for the reunion. As soon as the crow princess entered, she immediately saw the new masonry, the new frescos, the new tapestries, where they once depicted dragons and scenes of Old Valyria and the Conqueror’s victories, now showed images of the Seven. She shared a look with Daemon as he approached her along with her two eldest. 

The princess swallowed her displeasure over the change of her home, but instead smiled when she reached her sons, placing a hand on each of their cheeks. 

“Have you two been behaving?” 

Luke grinned mischievously, “Better than most.”

Rhaenyra pinched his cheek for his sass, and then looked over at Jace, maternal seriousness now taking over. 

“And have you done what I’ve asked?”

Jace nodded, sucking in his bottom lip, “I have, mother. Though I wish to converse with you. There has been a…” He casted a look over at his brother, and then his step father. “Development.” 

Rhaenyra opened her mouth to inquire further, but it was at this time that King Viserys, Alicent, and her half siblings entered the room. Immediately, her spine went ram-rod straight, but her face was soft when she came into her father’s awaiting arms. 

While her conversation with her father was not forgotten, it was the moments of tenderness she spent with Alicent during her short visit to Dragonstone that also plagued Rhaenyra’s mind. Her mind was so heavy, and yet she still had the burden of mourning on her shoulders, as was evidenced by her black gown and the veil she had pinned to her braids. 

The dual kisses she shared with Alicent upon their cheeks was brief, polite, but full of unspoken emotion. Alicent looked at her with sympathy, seeing a mother still grieving, and a friend she had lost. Rhaenyra’s own eyes held longing for their youth, their past, and empathetic sadness for a betrayal that Alicent was not aware happened.

Her four half siblings were met with almost forced pleasantness. With Helaena, it was genuine, even going as far as thanking her for her attendance at Visenya’s funeral. With Aegon and Aemond, it was stiff. Despite Aegon being her first sibling, and therefore he had been in her life the longest, there was little to no sisterly devotion. He would always be a symbol of Alicent’s treachery to their friendship. But, still, she at least attempted. 

“My,” Rhaenyra placed her hands in front of her, “The last I saw of you two, you were boys, barely on the cusp of manhood. Now here you are, taller than your eldest sister.” 

Aegon smiled sardonically, his eyes glancing down at her wrist, “Glad to see your arm healed nicely, sister.” 

She raised an eyebrow at him, twisting her lip before she looked up at Aemond, her tongue tied now that the elephant in the room was acknowledged. The last time she saw them was the day Aemond lost his eye, at the hands of her son. 

“Aemond,” her shoulders straightened as she looked up at him. His eye not afraid to hold her gaze, and she didn’t expect otherwise. He was the one made of stronger meddle, never allowing his emotions to breach his armour. Even when the accident happened, he stood strong for his mother, who had cracked so brilliantly under her grief. “It pleases me that you are doing well. I have heard you’ve been taking great care of Vhagar; she has chosen her rider well, it seems.”

She knew her words would wound her more fragile step-daughter, but it was the truth, and Rhaenyra sought to seek out peace with the brother she wronged the most. She loved Rhaena dearly, but she lacked the disposition for a beast like Vhagar. She might be the splitting image of her mother, Leana, but she did not have the same ferocity that it took to be a rider of Visenya Targaryen’s war-seasoned she-dragon. 

There was a ghost of a crooked smile on Aemond’s lip, though it was barely there to be noticeable by anyone else. He gave a nod of his head, and simply replied with: “Thank you, sister.”

Then there was the final brother, the one who she hadn’t met, who was, by all accounts, an actual stranger. And yet it was Daeron who greeted her with a smile wide and inviting, an infectious one that Rhaenyra reciprocated. 

“And who is this handsome young man before me?” She tilted her chin up at him, tall and gangly as he was. Daeron was toned and handsome, but still had yet to shed the softness of boyhood. 

“Sister!” Daeron all but launched himself into her arms, taking her off guard. Her hands hovered over his back, her eyes wide in her surprise. Aside from Helaena, Daeron was the second sibling she had ever hugged, and that thought brought up a sadness she had not realized she harboured. Her arms gently folded over his back, palm slowly moving up and down. “It is such a great pleasure to finally meet you at last, Rhaenyra.” 

When she pulled away, she could now see the resemblance she shared with him; their smile was similar, their eyes the same shade of violet. “It is a joy to see you too, Daeron. The last time I saw you, you were new to the world.”

Daeron bowed his head, and moved his hands to hold hers, “I wanted to give you my deepest condolences on your loss, sister. I cannot imagine your pain, but I have been praying to the Seven for you, hoping you may find peace.”

Rhaenyra gave him a sad smile, moving her hand to his cheek, “Thank you, my brother. I appreciate your warmth and kindness.”

While her sons greeted their step sisters warmly, the reception the girls and Joffrey gave their uncles and Queen was stiff, not unlike her own. Daeron, however, was pleasant, either oblivious to the tension or decided to rise above it. Either way, it was enough to ease the strain, at least with everyone other than Aegon and Aemond. Her two eldest brothers lingered on the fringes of the crowd, eyeing their estranged family warrily, only speaking when spoken to through tight smiles that didn’t meet their eyes, or curt nods. Rhaenyra was also painfully aware that they did not even look at each other, and whenever Alicent seemed to make a move towards Aegon, he would shoulder his way through the bodies to find someone or something to distract himself with.

Rhaenyra trailed over to her husband, standing at his shoulder, “Do you mind enlightening me about what is going on here?” Her question was directed to the obvious thick atmosphere. 

Daemon opened his mouth, but at that moment the doors opened and a Kingsguard announced the arrival of Lord Bartimos Celtigar, and his family. Instead he smiled broadly and turned to his wife, “I believe that should answer your question.” 

And just like that, Rhaenyra noticed the sudden shift in the room. She watched her brothers’ visible change in demeanor as the doors opened, and the Celtigars marched through in a line, eldest to youngest. Aemond’s back went ramrod straight, but his face seemed to soften, his lips the only thing moving with a slight twitch at the ends of his mouth. He was trying to contain himself, unlike Aegon who had moved away from the crowd so he could be on the front lines, grin uncontained, unashamed. 

Then Rhaenyra saw why, walking behind the tall, willowy Floris Grafton. The little figure of Valeana Celtigar appeared, wearing her family’s colours of red and white. Cheeks still soft and pink, hair impossibly long and white, but she was now older and womanly, and very distinctively Valyrian. 

Targaryen. 

The princess shared a look with Daemon, who was nothing but amused, “You’ve come just in time to witness a war of hearts between kin.”

Her only response was a tilt of her head, because before she could question more, Bartimos was in front of her, bowing his head. Another round of greetings were met, some a second time since Dragonstone, some for the very first time. Rhaenyra took special attention at the familiarity she saw between Daeron and Shyla, but when Aegon crowded Valeana the moment she separated from her family, Rhaenyra’s eyes were glued onto them. He whispered something in her ear, she smiled bashfully, but then her eyes flickered over to Aemond, who was watching her with his hands clasped behind his back, an unreadable emotion simmering behind his single eye.

Rhaenyra migrated over to Jacaerys, mind still lingering on the interaction between her two eldest brothers and Valeana, who now was meeting Rhaena and Beala for the first time in many years. 

“Is this the development you speak of?” She raised an eyebrow at him. 

Jace smirked, shaking his head, “Part of it, but no. Lady Valeana and I spoke at length yesterday… Once we get a moment, I wish to speak to you and Daemon about it. But suffice to say, mother, I do not believe she and I are compatible.” 

“Hm,” Rhaenyra pursed her lips before giving a small nod. “At least I know it has nothing to do with her appearance.” 

Jace scoffed in good humour, “No, not in the least.” 

The princess stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Instead she moved through the crowd of Valyrians to finally meet Valeana for the first time in a decade. When Baela spotted her step-mother’s presence, she stopped talking mid sentence, which made Valeana turn around after sensing her silent interruption. 

“Princess Rhaenyra,” she curtseyed with a polite smile, though the edges twitched at her attempt to contain a grin. It was clear that little Val still remembered the memories she shared with her, and for that, Rhaenyra was grateful, now more than ever. 

“Lady Valeana,” her hands reached out to hold onto the young woman’s, her smile full of fondness, though her eyes were pensive as she searched Valeana’s face, trying to find traces of herself, of her father. It was impossible to tell, Valeana looked like Lysa Lannister with silver hair and soft curves. Still, there could be a chance… A possibility that the girl in front of her was her sister. Rhaenyra swallowed at the thought. 

“You have blossomed into such a beautiful young woman.” her hands moved to the sides of her face, her thumbs gently rubbing her cheeks, “And perhaps a princess, by the end of this season.”

Valeana blushed deeply, her eyes flickering over Rhaenyra’s shoulder, to someone behind her, and then looked down shyly, “You flatter me, my Princess. Though I am not so sure if the title suits me as much as it does you, or Helaena.” 

Rhaenyra briefly recalled the conversion she had when the girl was barely older than babe, wiggling around in her arms, trying to get away from the princess’s affection. She turned around, spotting the faces of her brothers, both of whom quickly looked away from her when she made eye contact. Then she moved her eyes to her father, who caught it immediately, conveying many words with just the simple gesture.

Sighing, she turned back to Valeana, her hands now moving to the flow of her wavy white-gold hair, “It fits you more than you realize.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE SNEAK PEAK Narrowing her eyes, she decided to press further, a little more boldly, “Are there any more whispers about me?” At their collective confusion, she added, “Only because you two seem quieter than usual, and I’m starting to wonder if you’ve learned something unsavoury that I should be concerned about.”  Ellyn’s cheeks went pink, her eyes darting from Wylla, to the grass she was picking and peeling. They both shook their heads and cleared their throats. 

Notes: *IMPORTANT NOTE FOR NEXT WEEK* So, because next week is Christmas, there won't be an update next Saturday, because I'm going to be quite busy with family obligations, and I'm not gonna even have time/energy to proof read. So this is the last chapter of the year, and the next one will be out January 4th! But, I'll still be around, and hopefully by the next two weeks, I'll have pumped out a couple of chapters to get a head of my schedule so I can work on that sad Aegon One-Shot. In the mean time, I hope everyone has a happy, safe holiday and new year!!

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omg can you pls do a jj x reader where shes simon's sister and he catches them making out then gets all mad because he thinks jj is just being a playboy (im sry idk how to describe it 😭😭) but then realises how much they love each other

ty and i love your fics 💕💕

Not what you think -KSI

words: 0.7k+

warnings: angst, secret relationship, arguing.

summary: you accidentally fall in love with your brother’s best friend.

notes: hey babe!! I’m pretty sure you sent in my last JJ request (correct me if I’m wrong) so I’m gonna name you 💕. Anyway let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!🙂🫶🏼

Me and JJ have been secretly dating for almost three months now. We've known each other for years since Simon's my big brother and they're best friends but just last year I realised I had feelings for him. I didn't act on those feelings so just kept them brewing inside for months because I assumed JJ didn't feel the same.

Until one night we were in a club, celebrating Calfreezy's birthday. We were both a little drunk so had some liquid confidence. He kissed me. But not a little peck, a full on make out session in the back of the club. I was shocked at first but when my brain registered that the person I'd had a massive crush on was basically showing me that he felt the same, I began kissing him back, with a slight sense of desperation and lust.

After that night we didn't talk for just under a week. Then I got a text from JJ asking if I would come round to his house to chat. I agreed, got ready and was outside his front door within thirty minutes of when he sent the message. We sat down on his couch, he was the first to speak. "How are you?" He asked. "Uh, I'm ok just a little confused." I fiddled with the hem of my top. "Confused about what?" "We kissed. You remember don't you?" I started with slight annoyance in my voice. He nodded. "Well you've been acting like it never even happened." He sighed "I'm just, you're- you're Simon's sister. We always agreed to 'never date the sister' but," he took a deep breath "I've liked you for a while now y/n, and I'm not sure if you feel the same way but-" I broke his sentence by kissing him, hard. "I'll take that as a yes then."

After that day we started dating. We already knew each other really well but he still took me out on a first date, then a second and well, now I've lost count. Since we decided to keep the relationship a complete secret we've both had to twist the truth a little. For example I told Simon that I had a boyfriend and JJ told him he had a girlfriend but we just avoided showing pictures or talking about each other.

We're planning on telling everyone this weekend at a party me and JJ planned especially, at my apartment. I'm really nervous and a little worried about how Simon will react. I spent the Friday night setting up so I could focus on getting ready on the Saturday. I bought a bunch of alcohol and some non alcoholic stuff for Tobi. When the day of the party rolled around I had a long everything shower then threw my hair in a towel while I had some lunch. By 6pm, I was fully ready. The party starts at seven. JJ came around forty five minutes early so we could talk about how the hell we were going to tell everyone (but especially Simon) that we'd be secretly together for months.

"It's gonna be fine, calm down." JJ gently rubbed my thigh as we sat on my sofa. I smiled up at him then moved myself closer to him "you're so cute." I whispered, our lips just millimetres apart. He closed the gap by pulling me into him and onto his lap so that I was sitting on his legs. My hands snaked around his neck and his rested firmly on my hips.

"What the fuck." I heard from the front door. I jumped up and my eyes widened when they met Simon's shocked face. In seconds both me and JJ were stood and making our way towards Simon. "We can explain-" JJ started. "No. You- I can't fucking believe this. She's my sister man!" Simon shouted, I flinched. "Simon we've been together for a while, this isn't something we chose. It just happened." I tried to soften the blow slightly. "What do you mean a while, how long?!" "Four months." JJ answered. "Four months! And you didn't think to tell me?!" I sighed "I was worried you'd react like this." "Well what do you expect when I find out my best friend's fucking my sister?!" My eyes widened. "It's not like that man. I love her." Simon's jaw dropped. "You love her?" JJ replied with a nod. "Oh."

"Hey guys! What's up?" Ethan burst through the door. "Uh, me and y/n were just telling Simon that we're together." JJ told him. "You what! Oh my god that's great! Isn't that great Simon!" He flung an arm round Simon's shoulder. Simon's face calmed "yea. I guess it is." A smile spread across my face. "I'm really happy for you too."

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after hours (part 9)

☆ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader, satoru gojo x afab!reader ☆ summary: the morning after your ravenous night with toji leaves you wanting more, especially after being interrupted by the weight of all your responsibilities. thank god gojo is there to help, right? ☆ tags: modern au, babysitting au, academia au ☆ warnings: 18+ !! MINORS DNI !! oral sex (m!recieving), dirty talk, gojo being a male menace ☆ a/n: one chapter, two guys...y/n is on a roll xD she's living her best life. also this one is a bit short but i promise it's bc i've got a lot cooking for the next chapter!! sry it took so long to update too i'm still getting thru a bunch of asks and other fics and everything and also starting a new job. life is weird but fun! 🖤🤍 series masterlist 🤍🖤

you wake up feeling extremely tired and groggy; the sun is hidden behind the clouds this morning, but it’s the after effects of the joint you smoked with toji last night that gives you a brutally rude awakening. feeling more sluggish than usual, it takes you a while to remember where you are, the lack of decorations in a plain master bedroom throwing you off. it’s not until you hear toji shifting next to you that all the memories from last night flood your mind: his call you accidentally accepted, him hearing everything you and satoru did, cumming three times – no four times last night…

oh god. you really went all out this time. you had fun but oh my god, you have a final to prep for! you turn over and face toji and see he’s still fast asleep and then you check the time: 6:30am. still pretty early. you check your phone and see a couple messages from shoko and satoru. you check shoko’s first: 

shoko: comin home tn?

shoko: everything good????

oh my god, you totally forgot to tell shoko you would be potentially spending the night with toji, and your stomach drops at how worried she must’ve been. you quickly type out a response: 

y/n: OMG I SPENT THE NIGHT AT TOJI’S IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO TELL U :(

you check satoru’s texts: 

satoru [10:04pm]: missed ya at the study group :( 

satoru  [10:06pm]: wyd tmw? wanna study? 

satoru [1:17am]: what position he got u in?

wow. it started off so nicely until he… gojo’d it up. so close. you’re not even sure why you got into this complicated mess with him to begin with. 

y/n: ur sooo insufferable

y/n: i’ll be in the university library if u wanna come in the afternoon to study  🙄

“am i interrupting something?” you’re startled as toji wraps his muscular arms around you, holding you closer to his chest.. your bad mood quickly dissipates as you feel something hard grazing your ass. you turn your head to face toji as you grin groggily. 

“you’re not but it seems like you wanna start somethin’...” you say, slowly shaking your ass  against his erect member. toji’s hands slip under your sweatshirt and travel up to your chest, finding the mounds of your titties and playing with them as he thrusts his hips against your ass. 

“maybe…” you bite your lip and lean closer to him, engulfing him in a messy, sloppy kiss. his tongue darts out, rediscovering your mouth again as you sigh into him. you shift your body so that you’re facing him, and wrap your legs around his waist as his hands move slowly from your titties to your cheeks of your ass, massaging them as they grind slowly on him. 

“fuck, pumpkin, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” toji groans as his sweats become increasingly uncomfortable due to how much his throbbing member is straining to get out. you playfully bite his lip, driving him even crazier. in swift motions, he pulls on top of him without breaking the kiss, and you yelp in surprise. your core reflexively starts to grind properly on his arousal, causing you to soak through your panties. 

toji unexpectedly thrusts into your clothed core, causing you to yelp before toji quickly slaps a hand over your mouth. “shh, can’t wake up –” he grunts as you desperately rut against his arousal,  “can’t wake up megumi…” his eyes suddenly snap open in panic as he stills your hips. he quickly grabs his phone and checks the time and swears under his breath. 

“what’s going on?” you whine, upset that he put an end to your early morning shenanigans. you lay your body on top of him while cradling his face as you press small wet kisses to his jawline, hoping he’ll forget about whatever he has to do today. ugh, just thinking that thought makes you annoyed about all the things you have to do today, now…

toji groans, willing himself to focus in spite of your soft kisses and whines. “gotta wake megumi up in 30…soccer meet…” 

oh, fuck. you totally forgot about that – the whole reason you and toji baked brownies in the first place. there’s no arguing with him about this and you know it, but god, you really wish you didn’t have to face reality so soon. you’d do anything to stay in a little bit more of momentary bliss before having to get back to the real world with final exams. you complain and sigh under your breath as you slowly slide off toji, as he apologizes and gets up slowly, both of you still trying to shake the sleep from your body. 

your eyes pan down to the tent in toji’s sweats, still visible. hm, maybe you don’t have to leave just now. you bite your lip in anticipation as you touch toji’s chest lightly, and drag your fingers slowly down to the waistband of his sweats, and then on top of the bulge of his own arousal. you apply some light pressure as you loosely grip it, causing toji to suck in a sharp breath. 

“fuck, don’t make this harder than it has to be, pumpkin. just told you we can’t…gotta get ready and –”

“c’mon toji~,” you coo sultrily, using your finger to trace the outline of him, “it’ll be a quickie. i’ll suck you off and you’ll finish before it’s even time…” you make a show of swallowing in anticipation and hunger to have him in your mouth, and toji pinches the bridge of his nose. he wants you. bad. and maybe it won’t hurt anyone if megumi is like, what, 5 minutes late to the meet? it’s just fucking soccer. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he says sharply, but you can hear the hint of playfulness in his voice. “y’got 5 minutes to make me cum, think you’re up to the challenge?” toji teases, as he already begins to bunch your hair up in a makeshift ponytail and pulls you close down on him. 

you giggle, and bite your lip to look up at him. “bet.” you immediately get straight to work on him, palming him through his sweats before slowly bringing down his sweats. you use your palm to rub against his raging arousal, and his guttural moan only spurs you on. 

“no teasing, pumpkin, time’s ticking…” toji keeps his hands firmly grasped in your hair, having full control on your head. you would be lying if you weren’t turned on at the fact that he could start fucking your mouth anytime he wanted to with his vice like grip, but you ignore the pool forming between your thighs. toji releases his throbbing member from its confines, the tip begging for attention.

you start slow, kissing his tip delicately and gradually taking more of him with every kiss, until you have him inside your mouth. you use your tongue swirl around his tip, causing him to let out a breathy groan. “f-fuck, pumpkin, just like that…” he lightly pushes your head down, carefully allowing you to take in more of his length. “i know you can take more. such a slutty girl dying to suck me off first thing in the morning.” 

you moan against him, his filthy words spurring you take even more of him and until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. toji takes control of your movements and starts bobbing your head up and down his shaft.

you feel his shaft twitching and his breaths getting shakier and you know toji is close. “fuck, pumpkin, gonna cum all over you.” toji increases the pace in which he fucks your mouth and you get ready to feel his spillage down your throat before he abruptly lifts your mouth off of him. he guides to the ground on your knees, while he strokes himself off. 

“wanna see myself all over you face, pumpkin,” he groans, increasing the speed of his strokes. “y’gonna let daddy cum all over your face?” you nod your head enthusiastically, and take your tongue out so that the tip touches it as it bobs from toji’s strokes. just as he promised, toji splatters your face with his cum like a jackson pollock painting, and whatever gets on your tongue, you make a lewd attempt to swallow. 

“fuck,” toji says, out of breath, “you’re such a fuckin’ slut you know that?”. he leans down and wipes some of his release from your face with his thumb and you open your mouth to suck on it. “bet you’re soaked under there…” toji murmurs, as his eyes trail down to your shorts. you bite your lip in anticipation as his hands trail down to the waistband of your shorts. he dips his fingers under your panties, and just as his fingers are about to touch the one place you really needed him to, the alarm in toji’s room and megumi’s room goes off. 

both you and toji quickly snap out of your lustful trance and remember reality. “oh, fuck” toji swears as he quickly puts on his pants as you grab tissues from the bedside drawer to clean up the mess on your face. if there’s a term for getting blue balled but for girls, you have it for sure, but you feel bad whining about it since there’s nothing the both of you can do about it. 

you’re about to head to the bathroom to wash up as toji puts on a jacket before heading to megumi’s room to wake him up. meanwhile, you use the toothbrush that toji had been so kind to bring for you the last time you spent the night and freshen up. it’ll be fine. just don’t think about how your clit is literally throbbing right now or how your panties are soaked. don’t think about how close his fingers are. don’t. don’t. DON’T! 

you frustratedly head downstairs to pack up your stuff. maybe if you make it home fast enough, you can use your vibrator to get some quick release from this morning. yes, that seems like the way to go. your thoughts are interrupted by toji coming downstairs with megumi.

“good morning, megumi”, you sing. he looks especially cute when he’s just tired and just woken up, with his big little yawns and droopy eyes. 

“mornin’...” he mumbles as toji puts him down. he rubs his eyes as he goes into the garage to get his cleats. 

toji walks to you and gives you an apologetic look. “sorry, pumpkin, i hate you leave you needy like this.” toji playfully pouts as he pulls you into a hug. he runs his fingers through your hair as you inhale his scent – spiced wood and a hint of his laundry detergent. 

“you owe me,” you say, looking up at him. “it’s taking everything in me to not jump your bones right this second.” you’re not totally lying when you say that. 

toji leans down to whisper in your ear. “the next time i see you, i’m gonna be eating you out for fuckin’ hours, pumpkin.” you shudder in anticipation, and you realize this conversation is not helping your situation… 

you pull up to the driveway of your apartment and quickly take the stairs two at a time, as you want nothing more than to take a quick shower (and maybe cum your brains out, too, who knows? hard to tell.). you open the door to see shoko already dressed and making waffles for breakfast. the smell of maple syrup and butter makes your mouth salivate as you realize just how hungry you are. 

“welcome back, slut!” shoko shouts from the kitchen. 

“mornin’ bitch!” you greet, as you take your shoes off at the entrance. shoko pokes her head out of the kitchen and eyes you up and down. “wait, what are you doing up so early?” you ask, realizing shoko usually is never awake before 10. 

“remember? i told you i needed to start studying step 3 like yesterday!” she says. you can’t recall if she ever said anything about taking the medical licensing exam before right now, but it does no good for you to fight her on it. 

“wait, are you going to the library to study, then?” maybe you could tag along with her and then you’ll be forced to actually make progress with the final exam. 

“yes, wanna come? you and satoru have a final right? and you’re just out and about “babysitting”?” shoko does dramatic air quotes around that word, making you roll your eyes. 

“you’re one to talk when you apparently have step 3 and you were with utahime last night,” you retort. 

“she’s a teacher, okay! she was teaching me!”

“teaching you to put your tongue down her throat.” you try to hold back your smile but fail. 

shoko laughs before going back to her playfully stern face. “get your shit ready for the library quickly, slut. i made you an extra waffle.”

you promise you’ll be out as soon as possible as you head to your room and take the fastest shower known to mankind. no really, you do not want to be caught dead being late for something shoko wants to do. you chuck your clothes into the laundry hamper as you decide on what to wear to study on a…damn. a rainy sunday. you decide on a cashmere blush pink turtleneck sweater with a pair of comfy black mom jeans. underneath it, you layer a skin tight full sleeve gray shirt to keep you warm. you quickly do your skin care and apply minimal make up, before grabbing your black raincoat and bag and going back to the kitchen. 

you see shoko almost finished with her waffle while yours is neatly set on a plate with strawberries (your favorite fruit), butter, and maple syrup. you quickly pat down your wet hair as you take a seat (you’re just gonna have to settle for wet hair in the rain today but it’s okay, it’s not like you have anyone to impress). you quickly scarf down the semi-cold waffle while you and shoko update each other about yesterday. 

“i can’t believe he blue balled you like that! jobless and a menace!” shoko says sympathetically. 

“stop calling him jobless! his job is being a father.” you defend toji, but you won’t lie, it’s a bit hard. 

shoko and you both giggle as you guys head to the campus library. 

you yawn as you take a sip of your iced hong kong coffee milk tea. this shit’s doing nothing to keep you awake. you check the time. 2:56pm. you’ve been studying for around 6 hours already, and your brain is fried. you’ve tried to take frequent breaks with shoko, but she has very unconventional study methods – study for hours straight and then sleep for double the amount of time and then rinse and repeat. it was psychotic to say the least. that is to say, you haven’t had a chance to wind down in between hours. the bright side, however, is that you were lightyears ahead of your study schedule. maybe you could afford to fuck around a little bit… 

you grab your phone from your bag and see 2 missed calls from satoru. shit. you can’t call him from this particular campus library since it was a designated quiet library, so you text him insead: 

y/n: sorry i missed ur calls what’s up

satoru: comin in 5 what floor u at babygirl

y/n: 5th and don’t call be babygirl 

satoru: np babygirl 

you roll your eyes. it’s so infuriating to talk to satoru sometimes, but especially now after you both shared an unexpected kiss (and more) together. now that you think of it, this is the first time you’re seeing him since the barcade. should you be feeling nervous? strangely, you’re feeling fine. if anything, you’re feeling that unfortunate familiar feeling down there that you forgot about after toji left you hanging, but are now remembering because of satoru. 

you’re not one to make moves on someone like satoru, but you bite your lip thinking about how maybe (read: definitely) convince him to…take a walk with you as a study break. you ponder on it a little bit more, weighing out the pros and cons. 

pros are that you’ll finally be able to get a release, especially after this morning and working so hard. the cons, however, are mainly that you’ll be doing that with…satoru. your best friend. your annoying will-definitely-make-fun-of-you-for-this-request best friend. with satoru being around a minute from getting here, you decide on just winging it based on how you feel. 

shoko and you hear sounds coming from the corner entrance of the floor and look up to see nanami, haibara, and satoru trailing behind them, balancing three cups of coffee in one hand with ease. satoru and haibara are snickering about something and nanami looks embarrassed to be near them and starts walking a bit faster ahead of them. you wave your hand and grab his attention as the group walks to your table. 

“hey y/n! how’s it goin–”

“if any of you idiots even speak more than a word above an undetectable whisper, i’m going to kill you all.” shoko says, interrupting nanami’s greeting. 

you all look at each other silently, taking shoko’s threats to heart. 

“gojo, i swear to god if you say even a single thing–” shoko starts as satoru’s shit eating grin starts to form slightly as he pulls a chair next to you. 

“relaaaaaax, ieri. you won’t even know i exist, besides, you can’t hate me. i got you coffee!,” he assures, placing one of the three coffee cups near shoko. you don’t believe him and you suspect shoko doesn’t either.  haibara and nanami sit across from you next to shoko as they keep their heads down and pull out their books and laptops as quietly as humanly possible. you give a meek wave to them. 

gojo silently hands you a clear iced cup, with what you can only deduce to be an iced matcha latte with oatmilk. you apprehensively take a sip. unsweetened. just how you like it. “wow, my signature order?”

“what can i say? i’m a guy who pays attention.” satoru says, shrugging overtly humbly. 

“more like you’re obsessed with me.” you take another sip. 

“is that such a bad thing?” he says, lowering his voice, and bringing his face closer to you.

“you guys need to shut the fuck up.” shoko says, not looking up from her laptop and whatever she was writing in her notebook. 

“hey, i just booked a study room on the floor. let’s head there and study so we don’t bother shoko-san.” says haibara, as he closes his laptop and slowly gathers his stuff from his desk. 

“good idea!” you say, as you grab your stuff to move. satoru hasn’t bothered to take a single thing out, so he grabs your coffee and waits for you to pack up your things as nanami and haibara go ahead of you to secure the room. you and satoru follow closely behind. 

“sooo…” satoru starts. 

“sooo what?” your voice a low whisper as you walk away from the table shoko is studying at.

“how was last night?” 

you roll your eyes. of course he wants to know that. you spin the question back to him. “how was your night?” 

“it was fine. boring, really, because we kept on talking about quantum theory and like, all i could think of was, ugh.” satoru dramatically rubbed his temples to feign agony. “all i could think of was bending you over on a table and using my tongue to lick your–”

“WHAT?! SHUT THE FUCK–” you quickly lowered your voice as people gave you dirty looks around the library at your outburst. “shut the fuck. up. satoru.” your eyes widen at how bold he was to say something like that at a library. with nanami and haibara just a little ahead of you. 

gojo seems unbothered and shrugs. “you asked?”

“yeah, people ask and you just say ‘it was good, thanks.’ not explicitly laying out all your thoughts!” you chastise. you’re choosing to ignore that oh so familiar feeling between your legs. 

gojo takes a sip of his coffee. “c’mon, y/n. let’s just…man, fuck this ‘study session’”. you’re unsure why he does air quotes around ‘study session’ because for all intents and purposes, you did plan to use this time to get ahead of your study plan. “let’s just go back to my place or somethin’. suguru’s not home, we can just chill. do some of that studying you wanna do, and like, whatever else.” 

“you’re literally too horny function.”

“don’t act like you don’t wanna as well.”

ok, he got you there. “not right now, i wanna study!” you look at him, this time with pleading eyes. “don’t say anything horny in there, please. i can’t have people know about this, it’s so embarrassing.” 

“ouch.”

“don’t say anything in there and i’ll blow you in the library after you explain the quantum theory stuff that’s gonna be on the final to me.”

this deal makes satoru’s eyes widen. it’s too good to be true for him, because if there’s one thing he’s good at besides being a male menace, it’s explaining tough science concepts to cute girls. “deal.”

[delilahprofitt]

The analytics around the katseye ships on ao3 you noted are honestly so interesting to me. Like even though I’m maphinz down, I’m genuinely surprised they’re not near the bottom when it comes to fic count and overall interest lol. Don’t get me wrong, I love them but I swear they don’t even interact as much as some of the other pairings (at least from what I’ve seen).

Granted, I’ve only been in the fandom for like 3 weeks so maybe I don’t have much authority here but just based on recent content and public interactions, it feels like they’ve had less to work with. Meanwhile sodani seems to be exploding in popularity lately and I get the appeal, but you could never pay me to read a sodani fic lmao.

Meichae’s also clearly on the rise, and I think both ships’ growth is tied to more recent pair dynamics and appearances. It’s interesting to watch how fandoms latch onto certain things and run with it.

I guess I’m just really curious about why people have been getting into maphinz more recently. I don’t think my personal reason is that common. I just gravitated toward manon because I thought she was stunning and then also thought sophia was stunning and when I saw her confidence in interviews?? Game over. I like how self assured she is. She takes the leader role very seriously. Kinda hot lol So yea I shipped them purely based on “hot girls with vibes” at first lol.

Luckily I realized their Dream Academy dynamic actually is super compelling, so I came for the hotness and stayed for the complexity.

Honestly, I think you’ve contributed a lot to the growth of the maphinz tag. Your fics have definitely helped breathe life into it and the engagement you’ve gotten shows that there is interest. Plus, it’s great to see more writers jumping in too.

At this point, I’m guessing their Dream Academy dynamic is the main sustenance for maphinz shippers it’s like we’re all clinging to this one thin thread and just hoping it holds. Not sure how long the hype will last, but I’m enjoying the ride while it’s here.

Can’t believe I’m out here having full blown musings about Katseye ships… FML and this maphinz brain rot :/ I have a Goodreads goal to meet!! But anyway sry if this was long, I just had to get the thoughts out of my head.

i think you're right! although i would speculate that at least some of the shipping isn't necessarily based on how they've interacted with each other in the past (inc. during pop star academy) but more on, like, how people think they would interact based on their individual vibes. does that make sense? also, i would say that katseye has enough of a fandom now that certain tropes and dynamics and maybe even pieces of fanon are starting to, like, calcify. maybe "crystallize" is a nicer way to put it. and that leads to the recursion i was talking about earlier

obviously i'm happy to see it take off! i don't think i can take credit for anything, though; if you look at the graph maphinz really took off between may and june so i think i just hopped on the bandwagon with everybody else after gnarly!

[magpod-confessions]

I hate how so many of the women on the podcast are either Literal Cops or like. narratively given the "yes you are correct to be saying this" but are deeply unpleasant about it. georgie is probably the least assholish about the whole matter and i get where she's coming from but she's still a bit of a dick about the cutting jon out of her life for. not quitting his unquittable job? backing out of the supernatural shit that infests his job? I am honestly forgetting exactly what her reasoning is, so I'm willing to cut her more slack. I understand her wanting to be safe. But Melanie, Basira, Daisy? :/ Took Daisy being buried alive for months to get out of the cop mindset. Basira refuses to give anyone ground on any matter, consistently thinks herself completely in the right for anything she says or does. Maybe I exaggerate a bit with that one, but it sure doesn't feel like it. Melanie,,, I REALLY liked her before the Slaughter business, which I get is. Yeah hurting people lashing out at a moment's notice, so on, but even then every argument she enters ends with a comment Mel makes and no one refuting it.

I want to like all these characters. I want the women in the podcast to have been characters I could've listened to for a while WITHOUT getting annoyed at the narrative deciding that their endlessly being waspish towards anyone and everyone was something that should be kept up and encouraged. Didn't realize until writing this out that I felt this strongly about it. 🗣️

a lot of their character choices make sense though . [ aside from basira , she barely has a character of her own imo ] daisy was stuck in her cop mindset because being a cop was the reason she got caught up with the Hunt in the first place , and being Buried for so long snapped her out of it because it basically took the Hunt out of her during that period of time . melanie i will say i have a bias for due to being one of my favourites , but the Slaughter amplified her anger , and gave her a ' reason ' to be so Angry . i can barely remember any arguments she was in so i can't really comment on that , but i do agree that there probably should have been more fightback with her remarks . georgie had every right to cut jon off , especially because jon did not even tell her that he couldn't quit ?? he was bringing horrific paranormal things into her home [ including a clown who steals your skin ] , without any warning before even starting to stay with her that those things might happen . she could have been home when nikola came , and could have gotten hurt because jon didn't tell her anything . plus , iirc , they hadn't spoken since college anyways ??? it isn't like they're close friends or anything , they're exes ! georgie has every right to ask jon to leave her alone . and again basira has barely any character of her own aside from daisy , which i hate and i wish she had more character . - deceit

Sry anon I am so tired rn and Ive gone off abt this before so uhh i like the characters in tma and how theyre written yay hooray bye - rosette

[endiecutieo6]

You have enticed me with yandere Kreacher so now I'm here to meow at your door like a stray cat. Pleeeeaaaaase tell us about yandere Kreacher. I am so, so curious about hwat your wonderful mind has cooked up. I generally love all your aus, designs and headcanons for the boys btw.

Awww, thank you!!! I alway get worried about how much I project/personalize the boys, so it’s nice to know that people really like them! Also, this took a shocking amount of time sry! I’m both inspired and tired as hell lol

Now, I’m gonna start of by noting the differences between y! Freddy and y! Kreacher;

Yandere Freddy:

- Patient

- able to play it cool

- won’t use violence unless he deems it necessary to get what he wants… or he gets too comfortable with how everything is going

- is fine with Kreacher talking to others but only because he knows that he has Kreachers heart

- Idolizes Kreacher. Agrees with everything he says and will change to fit what he wants/desires. He’s completely willing to give up who he was before because he thinks that he previous “identity” is useless now that Martha isn’t around

- doesn’t want to hurt Kreacher and will not use violence unless he deems it absolutely necessary to keep him around

Yandere Kreacher on the other hand? Much different.

TW: depictions of abusive relationships, force eating, yandere stuff in general, physical abuse, emotional manipulation, isolation, generally disturbing content

- Kreacher was infatuated the moment he saw him, knew it was fate, and knew he’d have to put in some “work” when Freddy rudely rebuffed him. Unlike Y! Freddy, he doesn’t take it as an insult to himself or his identity, but thinks “Aw, my beloved is so stupid that he doesn’t realize we’re meant to be. I’ll have to change that!”

- it gets worse after he reads Freddy’s diary and letters. He thinks Freddy has book smarts, but is impulsive and borderline incompetent. He got himself into all this trouble and still has the nerve to act like he’s better than everyone? Poor Freddy must not know any better. While Kreacher had made his own share of bad decisions, he’d actually thought it all through and hadn’t fucked up that bad. Seems like he’d have to make the decisions for the both of them from now on, since Freddy clearly didn’t know what was good for him.

- Kreacher tried to make it subtle, but underestimated Freddy’s paranoia. The lawyer was quick to pick up that something was wrong, that things had been moved, even if only by an inch. He doesn’t know who to suspect, and he can’t just go making accusations- his evidence was only his word, and he’d been a lawyer long enough to know that someone’s word meant nothing. Of course, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be on guard.

- he wasn’t comfortable around Kreacher by any means, especially due to some of his… tendencies; Kreacher always acting for him, always did things for him, even when Freddy insisted he could do it for himself. He thought it was just some kind of weird habit, but Kreacher didn’t really do it to anyone else, just Freddy. It didn’t feel like he was trying to be helpful, but like he didn’t trust Freddy to do things on his own, like he’d fuck up even the simplest of things. He didn’t do it during matches, but always seemed to keep an eye out for when he fumbled, always the first to clean it up and do it for him. It had gone beyond the point of bruising his ego, it felt downright patronizing. What had Freddy done to give Kreacher the impression that he needed to be coddled?

- for a moment, he considered asking the others their opinion, but decided against it. Kreacher wasn’t the most subtle person, but he had enough brains to be careful about his actions when it was more than just the two of them. When others were around he tried to frame it as being helpful, as trying to get Freddy’s trust, and Freddy had long suspected that the others just considered him ungrateful for being so resistant. Would they really believe him now? Or would they just believe Freddy was either exaggerating or simply taking it the wrong way? It didn’t help that Freddy still didn’t know who was messing with his belongings, and even though he already had a suspect that didn’t mean everyone else was off the hook. He couldn’t get comfortable with anyone.

- Freddy didn’t know what it was specifically- his stuff being messed with, feeling isolated and alone, or being treated like he was incompetent, but it was getting to be too much and while he knew it wasn’t a good idea he lashed out anyway, and since Kreacher was the nearest person (and the cause of some of these problems) he got the brunt of it. Freddy avoided him, refused to look at him, made sure Kreacher couldn’t do things for him, and would be vile if Kreacher managed to get him to speak. On some level, he was aware of how immature he was being, that there were other ways to deal with this that didn’t involve him acting like a child, but it felt good. It felt like he was regaining control over himself again, pushing back instead of just letting it happen. He had hoped it would get the other man off his back, to make it clear he didn’t want his help, but it didn’t do that at all.

- it actually seemed to only make it worse.

- Kreacher wouldn’t let up, and when they were alone he dropped the mask entirely; he treated Freddy like a fucking idiot. No care for what he wanted, to care for what he had to say, Kreacher made decisions for him and seemed to only get annoyed when Freddy resisted. Had Freddy not been so blinded by his own anger, it would’ve occurred to him just how strange this sudden shift of behavior was or the implications behind it, but all he could think about was how he wasn’t stupid and wouldn’t stand for this kind of treatment.

- This continued for a while and eventually, while he was trying to resist Kreacher helping him up from a chair, snarling and snatching his arm away, something terrible occurred to him; he was acting like the child Kreacher treated him like, falling right into the role that had been set out for him and he hadn’t even realized it. It dawns on him just as fast that, if that was the case, he hadn’t had the control he’d been desperately trying to take back, he was still completely helpless! It had been too much, and Freddy shoved the other man away, making him stumble as he darted to his feet. He’s shouting at Kreacher to leave him alone, that he wasn’t incompetent, that he could do things on his own and he would be “just fine” without Kreachers help. Admittedly, he knew it wouldn’t actually help, that Kreacher wouldn’t listen and Freddy would actually have to find a mature way to handle this, and he braced himself for it.

- Unfortunately, the reaction he got was not at all what he was expecting.

- it happened so fast. In an instant, Freddy was cornered, backed up against the wall with Kreacher towering over him. He would’ve moved but Kreachers hands were on his shoulders, nail digging into the fabric and into his skin in a grip so painfully tight that it shocked him. A peek up revealed that Kreacher was more than just pissed, he was infuriated. Freddy doesn’t even get a moment to speak before Kreacher is snarling at him that he would love to let Freddy be independent, love to see him make choices for himself, but he knew damn well Freddy was too fucking stupid for that to happen. He tells Freddy that he knows everything he could possibly know about Freddy, saying he has his diary practically memorized at this point, has read every letter Freddy brought and so there’s no point in trying to hide it from him. He seems to calm down for a second and tells Freddy that he just “loves him too much to see Freddy make so many mistakes” and that Freddy’s outburst “only proved his point.” before asking Freddy to at least try to understand his perspective, just try.

- Freddy doesn’t know what to say, can’t muster up anything. He’s been thrown for a complete loop and finally, finally, it dawns on him how much danger he’s actually in. He almost tries to push Kreacher away, to dart for the door, but it’s on the other side of the room and Freddy doesn’t think he’ll be able to make it. Thinking fast, he decides to play nice until he’s given the opportunity, but Kreacher sees past it and makes something clear; Freddy will be with him and Kreacher doesn’t care what he has to do in order to make Freddy stay with him, even if it means making him completely dependent on him by force. Freddy tries to use the others to his defense, but Kreacher plays into his isolation and paranoia by insisting they wouldn’t believe him, especially with how he’s been acting as of late- they’d just think he’s throwing a tantrum like a child. Freddy doesn’t know what to say, and ends up just asking Kreacher not to hurt him, who smiles and insists that he “won’t unless he has to”

- things, on the surface, seem normal after that. Things don’t change as suddenly, the only thing of note being that Freddy isn’t angry anymore. Most of the other survivors figure that they just made up (emphasis on the most) and don’t really bother to ask in fear of getting Freddy’s ire, just happy everything is okay. Of course, nothing was okay and Freddy was terrified.

- Kreacher didn’t act the way Freddy expected, always taking him off guard. He’d expected Kreacher to be less inclined to hurt him outside of those extreme hypotheticals, but the way he would grip his arm too tightly and dig his nails in at any perceived sign of defiance said otherwise. Freddy couldn’t be quiet and obedient because it made Kreacher suspicious, but he couldn’t be himself as it made him jealous. Sometimes it felt like he understood what he wanted but then he’d do it and Kreacher would get upset, making him feel like he was walking on eggshells.

- Kreacher was just as controlling as ever. If he didn’t want Freddy drinking, he would make sure Freddy didn’t have even a sip. If he thought Freddy hadn’t eaten enough, he’d force the food down his throat, and if Freddy took too much time doing something he’d push him aside and finish it for him. He had been okay with smoking breaks for a while, but Freddy had gotten too comfortable and “acted out”, resulting in Kreacher taking his cigarette and putting it out on Freddy’s palm. He bandaged it up and made sure it healed, but he never apologized for it. For him, it was completely justified.

- Kreacher hated when people spoke to Freddy. At first, he’d been angry at Freddy for it, convinced he was trying to get their attention and flaunt himself, but ever since they “got together” his anger has been diverted to the others. Freddy was his now, officially his, and it wasn’t like Freddy liked them so why were they bothering?! What did they want from him?! Thankfully, Freddy seemed just as cautious around them, which was the one thing Kreacher could trust him to do right. Still, it bothered him.

- It seemed the only time Kreacher was ever really happy and comfortable was when Freddy was just laying in bed, completely exhausted and easy to manage. It was only then did Kreacher act loving, ignored the way Freddy would flinch and would just reassure him. It was the only time he’d tell Freddy about his life either, as Freddy didn’t really wanna give more details about his own if he could. The more he heard about Kreacher, the more he understood, and the more he sympathized. Kreacher had clearly been messed up by the way he grew up, by the experiences he had and the people he was surrounded by, so maybe Freddy could guide him out of this mindset? Earn his freedom without having to get either of them hurt? Or what the hell, maybe they could make this work? Or maybe this was the best thing for both of them, to keep two terrible people together and prevent them from causing more harm. Maybe this was his punishment.

- either way, Freddy was tired and Kreacher was happy.

(Might make a story abt Freddy getting injured and needing to depend on Y! Kreacher but only maybe. I like exploring themes of power and control dynamics, especially with someone like Freddy who wants to take back control as much as he can. Also, hope this is enough to satiate your curiosity, but if you have any questions don’t be afraid to ask!)

[anticidic]

Hi I really love your dazai shape-shifting cat and owner chuuya AU do u think u could give more headcanons I'm thinking about writing a fic like this and need a few more ideas it's also just a really cool idea if not that's fine no pressure and I hope you have a good day😁🩵

(Sry if that sounded weird or hard to read I'm really tired and bad at talking lol😅)

Hi there!! And you're all good, I understood :)

But YES! It's my time to shine and continue yapping about this idea because I think it's so cute and has so much potential, so here's some headcanons:

After Dazai learned of Chuuya's usual routine of going to work in the morning and coming home inthe evening about the same time every day, he started shifting back into his human form and just lazing around on the couch watching movies and raiding the pantry (Dazai even goes as far as to make emergency snack runs to replace Chuuya's food so it doesn't look suspicious)

Since Chuuya took Dazai in around November when it starts getting cold and winter frost starts happening, Dazai's favorite place to nap as a cat is curled up by the fireplace and on a cushion

Dazai likes to do the kneading thing that cats do with their paws, but he'll randomly do it to Chuuya's legs or sides while they're in bed

Speaking of paws, he likes filing his nails on Chuuya's couch like the little shit he is (and Chuuya's shooed him away so many times, and even picked Dazai up and talked sternly to Dazai)

Chuuya actually really loves spoiling Dazai, he felt so bad about the state Dazai was in as a stray — pretty thin, dull coat, dirty. And now Chuuya buys him nice toys, premium kitty food, (even has shared scraps of his own meals like pieces of fish or chicken shhh), bathes and brushes Dazai's fur regularly.

Chuuya tried the catnip thing but it didn't seem to work on Dazai. Or maybe it did. Dazai's already kinda rambunctious and likes running around.

Dazai actually gets disappointed whenever Chuuya has to go out for work or do things. It means less attention from his owner and being all alone.

But Dazai's also the clingy kind of cat where he loves his owner and will snuggle with Chuuya but he hisses at literally everyone else. He's had to be put in timeout in the bedroom once for acting out when Chuuya had a friend over.

Chuuya tried to put a little outfit on cat Dazai once and it didn't go very well because Dazai never stops squirming, but Chuuya DID manage to get a nice diamond—embroidered collar

Dazai's HIGHLY considered coincidentally bumping into Chuuya outside of their home in his human form just to see how Chuuya would feel about him

When Dazai's eventually caught sleeping as a human by Chuuya, it could either be by sheer accident like Chuuya happened to come home earlier than expected or Dazai felt comfortable enough to reveal himself

[pupeteerofstories]

The Truth Unveild

Rollo seemed shocked by what Idia had said. “What…are you…” Idia quickly spoke before Rollo could. “You had a brother named Russia. He had powerful magic that manifested at a young age.” Idia received a sharp look from Rollo when he said that. “How do you know that?!” Rollo asked enraged by what Idia had said. “We read your secret fireplace diary. So, lemme speculate a little. I'm guessing your brother got really big into magic. And he never had a proper teacher.” Rollo remained silent, not answering Idia.

“Yeah, figures. The scariest cases are always the ones with mages who get their power real young. Even if they're not powerful enough to accumulate blot, you have to be extremely careful with kids using magic. Any magic is dangerous when used the wrong way—just like with matches or knives. And now we come to what you wrote about.” Rollo covered his head shaking it.

“Stop…”

Idia ignored what Rollo had said and continued. “One day, you two were playing, and he was using magic. He lost control, and it overwhelmed him. You couldn't use magic yet. There was nothing you could do but watch your brother suffer. Until…” Rollo tried to hit Idia with his fist. “Stop it…!” The memories came back to Rollo he tried to ignore them but it seemed the more he tried the further he thought about what had happened. Rollo was hunched over himself and trying to keep himself steady somehow gripping at his sleeves.

“No…No… You're wrong! I wasn't the one who failed to act! The blame doesn't lie with me! It lies with all the other mages who were around us! They had power and didn't save him! The one time we needed them, and they stood by while my brother suffered, doing NOTHING!”

Malleus couldn’t say he was surprised by Rollo’s sadness. After everything that had happened when he overblotted, and Silver gained his unique spell and almost destroyed himself with his magic during that time Malleus himself wouldn’t know what he would have done to try and get Silver back if he had died that day. How similar he and Rollo were almost worried Malleus. “So that's why you hate mages. A wholly misplaced grudge, in my view” Malleus thought aloud. He didn’t even realize he had spoken what he had said. Azul looked at Rollo with pity.

“It must have torn you up when your magic first manifested. You gained the very power that took your brother away, making you no different from all the mages you despised. Hating mages while being one yourself… Your anguish eventually drove you to commit this atrocity.” Idia crossed his arms as he quoted Rollo’s diary. “I will use the firelotuses to rid the world of magic. Then no one will ever go through what my brother did again. Such is my duty."

That's how your little mission statement went in your diary, right? But here's the thing…That's patently absurd. It's so much of a joke, I can't even LOL about it.” Rollo tried to throw another punch at Idia again. “SHUT UP! WHAT DO YOU KNOW?!” Idia couldn’t help but laugh. “Hee hee. Sry, I didn't ask to be an authority on this subject, but here I am. We're p. similar, actually. It's not remotely hard for me to imagine all the hatred and anguish you feel. You bang your head against the wall, and when that doesn't bring him back, you start thinking that maybe you'll tear everything down…”

Azul and Malleus both looked at Idia worried. Malleus wasn't certain of what had happened to Idia but he hoped nothing worse would come out of the situation. Idia on the other hand was a bit annoyed when Azul told him not to get any funny ideas. “Can you not lump me in with this wrongheaded clod?” Rollo seemed confounded at what Idia said. “Wrongheaded…?” Idia looked at Rollo displeased.

“Come on, you still don't get it? All you're doing is throwing a giant tantrum. You're salty about the hand life dealt you, so you decided to take it out on others. If you're bent on destroying something, then just direct that energy toward yourself. Quit draggin' everyone else into your massive ego trip. The way you're throwing a tanty while spouting hot garbo about this being for your brother and the world…LAWL. Just rolling on the floor laughing, 'cuz it's such a joke!”

Rollo covered his ears again trying to ignore Idia. “Shut up… Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up! I'm not the problem here… IT'S NOT ME! IT'S NOT ME, I TELL YOU!!!” This time Rollo didn’t try to use his hands to hit Idia. He used his magic again throwing a large fireball at the three only for Azul to take the hit head on blocking everyone behind him.

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Rollo hated the fact that Idia kept pointing out how he was in the wrong. Why couldn’t those three so foolish housewardens see that it was the fault of the mages who hadn’t helped his brother? They were acting like children trying to refuse what Rollo had said. Rollo was determined far more after what Idia had spoken though. He would still make it a safe place for children like his brother.

Children like Silver even if he had to take down the housewarden with him. He stood so proud and tall but Idia had no way of knowing what he was feeling. Whether he had familiarity with what Rollo had felt all the years after his brother's death didn’t matter to Rollo. If he couldn’t see what Rollo was doing was for the betterment of all involved then he never did fully see the extent of how Rollo felt.

He was still a fool like everyone else. A fool like those mages who couldn’t help his brother. All the mages would be brought down and Rollo would see an end to them. Rollo could only hope the attack he had fired at the three housewardens was enough to injure them so they wouldn’t have a means of stopping the firelotuses.

By morning they would be out of the city borders and going all over to take the magic of those that could harm or be harmed by others.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4 , Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14

[tojisrealwifey]

omg just saw ur last ask. i’d d*e if reader don’t end up w toji im sry 😭 he’s an asshole but he’s MY asshole yk! it’s totally up to u, personally i’d wish he suffers a little n then gets redemption 🤕

also, how many chapters are u planning for the series? ^_^

i totally get you! honestly i don't even wanna make him suffer- (probably won't i'm weak) but my mind changes like every 2 seconds so lets see!

i'm not sure how long i wanna drag this story out for, this was originally a oneshot kinda story. it was gonna be like she was sad, they do the stuff, and everything is A-OKAY! but while writing it, my mind took a sad turn and i was like fuck it! and just started venting my delusions through this story.

it probably won't go past double digits, i would say max 6 chapters, 5 minimum. but like i said my mind's refresh rate is like through the roof! so who knows?