#and the monopolization of entertainment is not good

[kkoraki]

HA HA HA… YES! good riddance to godawful rubbish!

[moonstruckme]

James being a big bear of a boyfriend and always just like lifting u up so easily to hug and sit on his lap and even tho u hate when anyone else does it he’s so BEEFY that you’re fine with him doing it

Yessssss I'm not much of a physical touch person irl but James I would allow

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 847 words

Sirius is trying to follow Remus’ example and focus on the puzzle, but his eyes keep flitting up to you worriedly. You’ve monopolized the couch, laying flat with a hand cast over your eyes and your mouth pinched in obvious discomfort. He’d tried rubbing your calf and Remus had offered you tea, but they’d both given up when the attention only seemed to worsen your mood. Remus suggested they work on the puzzle while you rest (not Sirius’ favorite activity, but forced upon him because it keeps him quiet) and now they’re both simply trying not incur your wrath. 

“Quit looking at me,” you growl without opening your eyes. 

In Sirius’ case, not doing a very good job. 

“Fine, sheesh,” he says, and you press your lips together like you’re restraining yourself from snapping at him. 

You cringe when the door opens, every line of you pulling taut. James is all smiles as he tosses his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thump. “Hello, my loves!” His voice is a decibel short of booming, but it softens when he sees you on the couch. “Oh, sorry, is she napping?” 

Remus shakes his head, lips pursed as he watches your hand tighten over your eyes. “Headache,” he explains quietly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry lovie.” James reroutes from the kitchen, heading for you. Sirius tenses. “How bad is it?” 

“Prongs,” Sirius whispers urgently, “don’t—”

But James has already lifted you, one hand under your knees and another supporting your back as he moves you smoothly from your chosen position of rest and into his lap. He makes it look like nothing, which is the first offense (Sirius isn’t sure which of you he’s more jealous of), but the second is that you let him. Sirius and Remus have both looked up in alarm, waiting for a biting protest that doesn’t come. Instead, you remove your hand from your face, burying in it James’ brawny shoulder instead. 

“Bad,” you grumble, but your tone lacks the venom you’d spat at Sirius a moment before. 

James coos like he’s got a kitten in his lap instead of a viper, bringing his considerable arms around you. His palm cups the back of your neck, kneading gently at the tensed muscles there. “Where does it hurt, darling?” 

“Everywhere.” 

“By your eyes?” 

“No.” 

He hums, brows furrowing as he works steadily at your neck. You’ve gone nearly lax in his arms, trusting him to hold you up as you slump against his front. “Have you been drinking water?” 

“It’s not that.” Some of the irritation is back in your tone, Sirius notices, but it’s been markedly softened for James. “I had tons of water this morning.” 

“Probably a tension headache then, yeah?” He looks to Remus, who nods. The quiet boy looks as dumbstruck as Sirius feels. 

James moves his grip to your sides and lifts you again, rearranging his legs to get more comfortable before placing you back in his lap. He places a hand on each side of your head, thumbs pushing into your temples and rubbing in slow, soothing circles. You begin to look like you might fall asleep.

“This is so unfair,” Sirius hisses to Remus. 

“He has a power,” Remus admits weakly, “which transcends understanding.” 

“Do you want some tea?” James murmurs to you after a while. Sirius’ eyes have gotten stuck watching the movement of his forearms, and he snaps them reluctantly back up. 

You hum, uncertain but definitely considering it. Behind you, Remus throws up his hands. James sees him and smiles, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. 

“I’m getting the sense this isn’t the first cup you’ve been offered,” he says, looking immensely entertained. 

You sigh, but even that sounds pleasurable as his big thumbs drill diligently into your temples. “Yeah, but I just wanted to be left alone.” 

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. You seem perfectly fine with company now. 

“Don’t be silly,” James chides lightly, “a warm drink will make you feel better. Remus, love, would you be so kind as to make her a cup?” 

“Sure.” His voice is gruff, but then you murmur a quiet thanks, Rem and Sirius actually sees the moment his heart turns to mush. “No problem,” he says, softer now. 

“Attagirl.” James’ hand drops to give your shoulder a squeeze, his bicep flexing slightly with the movement. Christ, Sirius might have to fake a headache later, if this is the sort of treatment those receive. “Drink your tea and then we’ll get you to bed, yeah? You can sleep the rest of this off.” 

“You know, I offered to carry her to bed earlier,” Sirius says, still slightly bitter, “and she told me very clearly to fuck off.” 

You don’t sound so much exasperated now as exhausted. “Siri, when you carrying me doesn’t involve setting me down every five steps for a break, then we’ll talk.” 

James’ laugh surprises both of you, and he apologizes hastily for jostling you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before resuming his ministrations. You don’t seem all that upset about it.

[ddarker-dreams]

yan blade is susceptible to manipulation.

making the most of this involves the unenviable task of initiating contact. no one can fault you for your hesitation. gravity itself feels intensified in his vicinity. the lives he's taken, the shadowy madness that recedes when you approach and proliferates in your absence; it screams do not approach. blade himself doesn't do much to dispel your concerns either. he towers over you in height, maintains a stony countenance, and speaks in this sonorous voice that adds to his imposing image. every step you take to close the gap makes you feel impossibly small.

inhospitality aside, it's not so bad once you overcome the initial hurdle. blade regards you with the same curiosity you direct toward him. had it not been for your purple-haired co-kidnapper's intervention, you never would've amassed the courage to come this far. her words spurred you on.

"you've yet to understand the unique position you're in," she began, whilst painting your nails a bloody red. "bladie's nothing but a big ol' softie for you. why whimper and tremble like a wounded pooch when you could make him your attack dog instead?"

this proposition piqued your interest. you're not so foolish as to believe kafka offered this insight out of the goodness of her heart — whatever came of it would surely be for her entertainment — but it still left an impression. considered from this angle, it'd reframe your entire dynamic with blade. his wretched affection is yours. a commodity that, if leveraged properly, could be monopolized.

when standing before him, every iota of his attention orbits around you. harnessing this celestial power takes but a few flirtations. coil your trembling arms around his neck, draw him down toward you, speak his name like it's a blessing or curse. he's enthralled and intensely focused on what might happen next. your future splits into infinite paths instead of congealing into one, unhappy ending.

whether he knows your true intentions or not is inconsequential. weave your lie prettily enough and he'll remain willingly ensnared.

[starryevermore]

the house of snow (20) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his. 

chapter summary: the ton learns of how its king adores the queen.

word count: 1,992

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: implied smut, fluff, pet name (petal), not proofread

When you first learned of Coryo’s intent to marry you, you had expected a life as Queen would be spent focusing on building a robust social life—planning and attending balls, organizing dinners, entertaining the rest of the ton, overseeing the social season. In your downtime, you would read in the library or stroll the gardens. Forever stuck in a loveless, unsatisfying marriage. Coryo, however, defied your expectations at every turn. Not only was his love true, but he wanted you to rule by his side. He didn’t wish for you to be a mere figurehead—he wanted you to be Queen in every sense of the word. 

You quite liked it, if you were honest. You liked sitting at the desk with him, flitting through papers, sorting out the important needs of Panem. You liked being able to tell him your thoughts and know that they were being heard. You had heard too many horrible stories of men belittling their wives, thinking themselves better when they received the very same education. There men in this Capitol that got off on treating their wives as second-class citizens. You were forever grateful that your Coryo was not one such man. 

And, of course, you and Coryo got up to plenty of revelry in that very office. 

Coryo pressed a kiss to your shoulder as he helped you back into your dress. Though it would be easier to merely push up your skirts and settle between your legs, Coryo insisted on seeing all of you. You were his beautiful wife, he’d say, and he would never deprive himself of admiring such grand beauty. 

“We need to add social engagements to our calendar,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair. He nipped at your neck. 

“I prefer monopolizing your time. Those people do not deserve you in all your brilliance.”

“We rule those people, and we should try to remain in their good graces,” you countered. Coryo conceded by placing a kiss against the same spot he bit. “Just a few balls, perhaps a luncheon or two with the Electors and their families.”

“Very well. Let me know which ones you have a preference toward, and I shall make the arrangements.”

It was ordinarily the woman’s work to deal with social engagements. A smile tugged at your lips. For Coryo to so easily take on the task, without you even indicating for him to do so, warmed your heart. How did you ever get so lucky? How did you ever think poorly of him? “My mother is throwing a ball this week. I suppose we should attend, at least to keep up appearances with my family,” you said with a roll of the eyes. “The ton would not take kindly to a woman who forsakes her family for the Crown. They would spread rumors that I am a power-hungry wench, intent on making you my little puppet.”

Coryo barked out a laugh. “If only they knew how much power you hold.”

“Oh yes, I do quite well at tugging at your strings.”

“You may tug on them for however long you like.”

Though your dress had just been pulled back on, it soon found itself pooled on the floor moments later.

Thought it had been your suggestion, you dreaded the idea of returning to your family’s home—if you could call it that anymore. After having been away from them for the last month, you came to realize you were scarcely more than a pawn to them. If your father wanted you to be well-cared for, he could have allowed Coryo to court you when he came into money again. The Snow family was not a family known to squander their wealth. Had it not been for the war, they still would have been living off of their fortune for generations to come. And your mother…The way she pushed you to act like someone you were not in hopes that it further along Coryo’s proposal…It just made you sick. You once thought that they cared for you, in their own strange ways, but now you weren’t for certain. 

Coryo watched as your lady’s maid pinned back your hair in preparation for your mother’s ball. You were tempted to tell her to stop, that you would no longer be attending, but you also wished to show them, show the entire ton, that you had their King wrapped around your finger. For every thing that they chastised you for, Coryo loved. Nay, he adored. You were certain there was very little you could do that would be wrong in his eyes. 

“You are exquisite,” he said, coming to your side as your lady’s maid stepped away from her elaborate creation. He leaned down, pressed a kiss at the junction where your shoulder met your neck. “The ton will have never seen a more beautiful Queen.”

“You shouldn’t let me stray far from your side then,” you teased as you rose from your seat. You turned so you faced your husband and looped your arms around his shoulders. “The ton can so easily devolve into animals when they see something shiny and new.”

“Oh, trust, my petal, I do not intend for you to ever leave my side.” Coryo kissed your forehead. “I already nearly lost you once when I was least expecting it. I won’t allow it to happen again.”

Your heart clenched. It had been so long since Sejanus was mentioned. You nearly forgot about him entirely. For him to have been so close to both you and Coryo, it didn’t feel so strange for him to not be around anymore. What would have happened if he didn’t come to convince you to run away with him? Would you all still be close? Or would he have still tried? 

You hoped Sejanus fared well with the Peacekeepers. Despite what he attempted, the friend he was willing to hurt, Sejanus was a kind and gentle man. Coryo had told you little about his time in service with the Peacekeepers, but you knew enough to be certain that Sejanus would emerge a changed man. You only wished that he was still kind. 

“And you should not worry about such a thing,” you said. “I am yours just as you are mine.”

Coryo hummed, and pulled you in for another kiss. You let him, letting your worries melt away. 

The worries did not stay away for long, unfortunately. As your carriage rolled up to your parent’s home, your heart thump’d, thump’d, thump’d in your chest. You hated having to let go of Coryo when the carriage came to a stop. At least it didn’t last long, for Coryo soon was helping you out and your hands were reconnected. 

Like when you arrived at the palace, Coryo let you take the lead. But, unlike at the palace, those who bore witness to this soon began to whisper. You expected as much. The tradition of the no one walking ahead of the King was one long upheld. No one ever dreamed of stepping into his path. You swallowed, lifted your head high and squared your shoulders. This was going to be a long, arduous night, but you were not going to let the gossip of the ton ruin your evening. 

Your mother’s eyes were on you the second you stepped foot in the ballroom. You took a breath and turned away from her gaze. Coryo stepped beside you and took your hand. “Come,” he said, “let’s take a turn about the room.”

You nodded. 

Her eyes never left you, though. You moved your hand to hold onto Coryo’s arm, hoping for him to steady you. He looked at you curiously, but said nothing. At least you were distracted by the ton as they flitted around you and your husband. They were so eager for the approval of the King and Queen. It was almost laughable. 

Finally, though, you couldn’t take it anymore as your father joined your mother’s side. 

“We should go say something,” you whispered to Coryo as another young lady sunk into a low curtsy in front of you. “Appearances and all that.”

“Are you certain? I believe we will be quite fine if we continue to ignore them.”

You stifled a laugh. “Perhaps. Think of it this way, though—if we speak to them now, we can ignore them the rest of the ball.”

“Very well. Lead the way, petal.”

Your heart thump’d harder as you crossed the room to your parents. You didn’t have the first clue what you were going to say to them. What they would say to you. They had enough tact, you were sure, to not incite an outright fight with the King and Queen. But they had enough audacity to insult their daughter. They did it as easily as breathing.

“Mama, Papa,” you greeted when you reached them. Neither dropped into a bow or curtsy. Your lip curled at the disrespect. It did not matter that you were their daughter—there was still social etiquette to be followed. “The ball has been lovely so far.”

If they were going to stoop so low, you would not meet them at their level.

“It could be lovelier if there wasn’t so much…whispering among the ton,” your mother said. 

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Coryo’s hands clenched and unclenched. You gave his arm a squeeze, but that did not stop him from saying, “The ton is full of idle gossip. It always has been.”

The warning in his tone did not stop your mother from continuing it, “Still, it is improper for a wife to lead the King.”

You ground your teeth together. Is that all you were to her now? A wife to the King? Oh, if only she knew the true influence you had. If only she knew how highly your Coryo regarded you. She may be trapped in a loveless marriage—and you would forever pity her for that—but that did not mean she could dismiss your marriage so easily. 

“Queen,” Coryo corrected. “Lesser kings have killed for lesser slights against their queens. I would tread carefully if I were you.”

Your father looked between your mother and Coryo. In an attempt to diffuse the situation, he tried, “What my wife means to say is, we would hate for the Crown to be ruined by such silly gossip.”

“The Crown could not be ruined by such things,” Coryo dismissed with a wave of his hand. “What would damage the sanctity of the Crown is to allow such disrespect to go by unchecked.”

“Of course,” your father said. “We did not mean to—”

“I am tired of this conversation,” you announced. You turned into Coryo and smiled up at him. “Would you like to dance?”

Your mother guffawed. “Women do not ask—”

“Whatever you wish, my Queen,” Coryo said. He kissed you softly, snorting a laugh as your mother continued to blubber in the background. “I would dance with you forever if you should ask for it.”

Coryo led you out to the middle of the dance floor, ignoring your mother’s antics and prying eyes of the ton. He took one hand in his, letting the other settle on your waist. Your free hand came  to rest on his shoulder and the band began to play. As he twirled you around the room, everyone seemed to melt away.

Good. The ton could spread rumors and stories all they like. Your parents could look down on you if they so pleased. But none of that would change the fact that your Coryo looked at you like you were the most brilliant diamond ever mined. None of that would change the fact that, in a society where loveless marriages were commonplace, you found the very thing you dreamed of since you were a girl. 

“I love you, my King,” you said. 

“And I you, my Queen.”

[angeldeas]

Yandere Zhongli. The destruction of 4 walls

Warning: yandere topics, unhealthy love, obsession with a person, mention of mental disorders, eating disorder, unwanted pregnancy is implied. People with weak nervous systems, please do not read, if you have read my post, then I am not responsible for your actions.

Lately, he has been plagued by the feeling that someone is watching him, he did not attach much importance to this, but was always ready to fight back. One day, Zhong Li began to hear a voice in his head that spoke of love for the world of Teiwat and Li Yue. The Archon understood that this was not the influence of erosion and the machinations of enemies, but the destruction of borders between worlds for one person. This is quite an entertaining process, it can even be accelerated if you do a summoning ceremony after learning his name.

Two weeks have passed since the voice appeared, and the vision has already joined it. It was a flying translucent girl who almost always followed Lumin. This ethereal being was so happy, an alien beauty emanated from him, giving a special charm... Brilliant eyes, saturated with a thirst for life and a gentle smile, giving warmth to every piece of this world ... There was a feeling of carelessness and ignorance of the danger of the world of Teivat. It awakened an instinctive desire to protect. The ethereal creature was beautiful in any of its manifestations: cute gestures, and exclamations when the dragon helped Lumin defeat an entire settlement of hilichurls, clever remarks and highly intelligent dialogues with someone whom Zhong Li had not heard or seen.

Long restrained and carefully hidden from prying eyes, the primordial dragon personality began to break out ... Dragons by nature are greedy for beautiful and expensive things. They are also known for their possessive tendencies when they find a suitable mate. Therefore, the desire to protect and appropriate something dear to the eye is so strong that they literally monopolize and do everything to appropriate it completely.

This also applies to Zhong Li, the pent-up side of his personality began to break out, whispering terrible things from the depths, hearing which an ordinary person would be horrified.

"Conquer... make it your own... you like this creature, so bring it to your house, what's so difficult about that? You used to enslave entire nations, and this is only one person..."

Zhong Li has never denied his identity, although he has left it in the past. Even though he grew up wise and reasonable, the real personality did not go away, the archon simply did not show it and carefully hid it for a quiet life among people.

***

The girl was really relaxing while playing a video game. She works very hard to give herself nothing. Among the work, it is an outlet that gives happiness to her heart.

While playing Genshin Impact, Tiara jokingly posed Zhong Li with a view of the harbor and turned his face in her direction.

— Hi, my name is Tiara, nice to meet you, Mr. Jun Lee. Your eyes are as beautiful as a jewel. — The intangible creature flew a little away from Lumin to the archon, introduced himself and said a compliment with a mischievous smile, laughed loudly and flew back.

The golden eyes flashed.

Tonight, one leisurely life will change dramatically.

***

Tiara shuddered at the tingling sensation. The cold air pierced to the bones, teeth gritted from unpleasant sensations. The girl barely opened her eyes when someone easily lifted her into her arms. Tiara was suddenly drenched in cold sweat, the sensations were too real, unpleasant thoughts crept into her head. Her body twisted in fright, and a cry of fear began to escape from her mouth.

— Save me! They're kidnapping me!!! The tiara twisted all over, but the stranger's hands were strong and unshakable as a stone. — Let me go!

—Oh... smart Tiara, don't be afraid, you're in good hands. - A pleasant male voice sounded near the terrified girl's ear.

- What kind of nonsense are you talking about? The shocked voice, mixed with hysteria, broke off on the last words.

Zhong Li decided to remain silent and silently carried his beloved out of the dungeon . "Walking on the floor with bare feet can have a bad effect on health." The Archon felt a little guilty, but the animal side said that everything was done correctly.

The girl stopped struggling out of her hands, realizing the futility of this action. She was afraid of the pitch darkness and the inhuman strength of the kidnapper. She didn't know what to do... All the lessons "About the safety of life" flew out of my head and only the animal fear of the unknown remained.

When Zhong Li carried the girl to the room, he gently lowered her onto the bed. Tiara was numb with shock that her favorite character, with whom she had gone through fire and water, turned out to be a kidnapper. It was too unrealistic.

- How can such a good person be so bad? - Words that she didn't want to voice came out of her mouth and quickly closed her mouth.

- I am not a human being, but first of all a dragon who is learning to be a human being. - The golden eyes flashed.

-Ah... - "He is a strong character and the ruler of Li Yue... I cannot escape, because he is an Archon, and I am a simple man. But I can die, then my suffering will end. But still, what prompted him to do it? " - So you were affected by erosion? - Tiara tried to remain calm so as not to show her weakness.

Zhong Li read it like an open book. So naive, but smart, it's impressive... I would like to find out more about her world later.

- Not at all, I did it for personal reasons. You don't have to worry about security.

The dragon inside was rejoicing and celebrating. This creature is now in his hands. "Tiara is not to be afraid, because you have become the most precious thing I have now."

***

The girl couldn't escape because she was deep in a mountain or a hill? All exits from captivity were closed. It is impossible to escape from this huge house... And if it turns out, then punishment will surely follow, although it has never been used yet, but in recent days the atmosphere around the Archon has been strange... It seems that a little more and he will be furious.

Tiara understood that the dragon knew everything and was just observing the behavior. If she stumbles, something terrible is bound to happen. Zhong Li's constant worries and fear had a bad effect on his health. Insomnia and refusal to eat, the result, after several months.Tears were coming out of my eyes again... The girl wanted to go home.

- Bring me back, please, I can't do this anymore... please. - The girl's words were rarely repeated, but they made Zhong Li very nervous.

- No, this is the final decision. - Tiara did not hope for more, the God of Contracts is always faithful to the words spoken, and always fulfills all promises. Whatever he says always comes true. But a tiny hope still glowed in his heart, like a coal in the merciless frost.

The Archon sincerely did not understand why she missed her home. After all, then she could not have a good rest, because all the time the vacation was disrupted. And one could only dream of a multi-day vacation. Here she can do almost anything she wants... True, there are rules, but she abides by them perfectly. A smart girl... However, the refusal to eat is unnerving, it can't go on like this.

When food was forcibly stuffed into Tiara's mouth, the dragon felt no remorse. After all, in this way he prolongs her life, and in order to bear children, you need a healthy body. According to tradition, the family must have children and a good wife...

Tiara was kicking and wanted to tear those hateful hands off her face. Some long fingers unclenched their jaws, others held a spoon and poured soup into their mouths.

-You're mine. Your life doesn't belong to you anymore. - After such a feeding, Zhong Li wiped his face with his beloved's napkin and smiled. - Let's make a contract. - The archon's eyes resembled molten lava.

- No. - It wasn't a firm answer.

- Reneging on the contract, I wonder how long you can stand it? - Tiara's eyes twitched, this snake is planning something terrible and if she does not agree, then he will use various measures to get what he wants from her not only with words.

- Okay, well, I'll sign it, just add my own rules. - Tiara decided not to torment herself with resistance. In any case, Stockholm syndrome will appear.

"Eh... The dove will not be able to die, although it will wish very much.

Don't worry, honey, you're going to have little lives soon.,

They will be a ray of light for you in this little world. "

[sunnys-out]

Dance the Night | Lucy Bronze

A/N: Based on this request. Please enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Also, I am actually going to have a FaceTime date with my own Northern English, defender this Sunday so wish me luck :)

Also, I imagine that these are the types of dance covers that you would post on Tik Tok btw.

Word count: 2823

Warnings: Suggestive themes/statements

Baby, you can find me under the lights

Diamonds under my eyes

Turn the rhythm up, don't you wanna just

Come along for the ride?

Oh, my outfit is so tight

You can see my heartbeat tonight

I can take the heat, baby, best believe

That's the moment I shine

Lucy and I had the shared experience of playing in an American university. The only difference was that UC Berkeley was my home for my time there. 

One of the things that I did during my four years at Cal that made them special and even was something that people loved learning about me was that I was also a part of a dance group whilst playing football. When I was in America, I found that dance was a good way to maintain my cardio and it was a fun way to keep my mind off of football for a bit. I used to do ballet as a kid and did some hip-hop dancing as I grew older so it was not something too out of the ordinary. 

Even though football was my true calling, that did not stop me from dancing in the locker rooms before games, and posting little dance covers on Tik Tok during camps at the behest of Mary Earps.  The only reason that the fans got wind of the fact that I’m that teammate constantly dancing was because of Lucy, who was filming one time before we played in a friendly against Germany and posting it on Instagram. She says that I didn’t pull her immediately that day but I know Lucy and I saw the way she watched me behind the phone as I danced to Work Out by J. Cole.

During the Euros, it became a thing, I guess, for the main Lionesses Instagram to post my pregame dances in the locker room. One of those I ended up teaching Miss Lucy Bronze how to slow dance which turned into a faster dance much to Lucy’s dismay. Lucy twirling me into a hold was the focal point of the video and I get why this one became a fan favorite and material for loads of couple edits of us. 

The caption of said post, “@bbcstrictly @y/n is waiting for her call-up! 👀” 

Of course I commented, “@y/n: @bbcstrictly ok but actually I would be down, I love love love the show 💃🙏” 

Post win at the Euros, I was getting a call from the producers of Strictly Come Dancing to perform a one-time, special dance. They said that it was some kind of honoring fit for a new European champion.

I worked it out with my management that it would definitely be something that I could do after the World Cup since that was my next objective after a successful Euros run. 

During the off time in the World Cup, I found myself talking to the producers as they had ideas of the performance and the choreography that would go with it. So, sometimes I would have to deny a walk with Lucy to figure out some logistics. I was met with a small but still visible pout from Lucy as she only nodded and would call up Jordan to take my place.

My attention was monopolized once we finalized what song and choreography we were aiming for and of course my new dance partner. I didn’t really know the guy but apparently he was on a reality show and all the girls were after him. The only taste of reality shows that I had was occasionally watching Love Island over Rachel and Millie’s shoulders on bus rides to games. I did not understand at all what went on but the drama was entertaining from what I saw. 

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“So, you’re not going to tell me the name of the song you will be dancing to?” Lucy said as she remained sitting on the hotel bed as she watched me change into something nicer than the training set I had been in all day. Eyes trained on me the whole time. 

“Nope, it’s a surprise, baby. Sworn to secrecy anyways” I said as I got ready for our walk.

Lucy frowned as she started scratching her neck “well at least show me who you are going to be dancing with, like what if it’s a weirdo you know?” 

I comply and give her my phone after I look up the name of the guy they had paired me up with. 

“Not too bad looking right?” I tease, as I put on some dunks and ask for my phone back.

Lucy raised an eyebrow and laughed a little, “I know I can’t dance like you but ya think it’s too late to ask if I could be your dance partner?”

Now it was my turn to laugh, “don’t be jealous baby, now let’s get going there is a cafe with a chocolate pastry I wanted to try!” 

I pulled her up ignoring the small pout and muttering “ ‘m not jealous” as I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and dragged her out of the door.

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After our loss at the World Cup final and a lot of tearful goodbyes to the other girls, Lucy and I made our way back to Barcelona and just took some time to decompress. 

One of Lucy’s favorite things to wake up to was seeing me in the kitchen making myself breakfast, dancing in silence with my airpods in my ears without a care in the world. 

This particular Saturday morning, however, she was confused because instead of a loose, messy  bun, my hair was brushed and down. 

Instead of one of my old, English training shirts, I was in a lilac crop top and denim shorts that showed off my legs and not my old PSG shorts. 

As she got closer, the smell of her favorite perfume on me hit her nose, suddenly Lucy stood there wondering what day it was and did she fuck up and forgot some anniversary. 

As I turned to go to our fridge to pull out the water pitcher, I caught sight of Lucy just standing by the kitchen island. 

“Baby, you know it’s rude to stare” I tease and followed up with a quick kiss on her cheek “Good Morning, sleepy head”

Lucy remained silent for a beat before going, “Why are you all dressed up on a Saturday morning?...Did I forget something?” 

She rubbed her eyes, lifting her clear glasses as she did so.

“Nope, our anniversary is still Bastille day, uh my birthday hasn’t changed and yours is still in October” I listed them off on my fingers and then continued as if I didn’t leave Lucy even more confused as I began cleaning the counter. 

A pair of arms wrapped around me stopping me in my tracks as Lucy burrowed her head into my neck taking in the perfume I wore. 

“Then will Miss L/N tell me where she is going dressed like this, hm?” She mumbled as she placed a chaste kiss on my neck.

“Going to get lunch with…ugh what was his name? The one I'm going to be dancing with for Strictly Dancing, baby” I say, nonchalantly, a smirk creeping at my mouth as I felt Lucy’s arms tighten around me and her mouth getting close to my ear.

Lucy did not show jealousy often but I loved it when she did. I loved teasing her but she would always dismiss it saying that she knew that I was hers so why should she worry.  But the tone of her voice gave her away. 

“Oh really?” She says softly in my ear before turning me around my back to the countertop now. My face remained unfazed as I nodded, even though I was loving everything about the interaction.

“Yes?” I nod over to the other counter across from me. “I made you some breakfast so ya don’t miss me too much, even cut you some fruit”. 

The softness and nonchalant nature of my voice made her jaw tightened a bit. 

“Want me to go with you?” she said not letting me go, still caging me in against the counter.

I thought for a moment and then shook my head “no” and simply replied.

“I’m a big girl. Don’t you worry, Lucia” My eyebrows raised slightly as Lucy pulled back.  

Lucy moves her arms back to her side, “Fine, but I’m driving you” 

She did end up driving me to the little brunch place and ignored my “protests” of “you don’t have to walk me to the restaurant, Luce” as she held me tightly at the waist, her hand possessively on the bare skin on my waist.

I let myself out of Lucy’s hold as I introduced myself to my dance partner. He truly was the object of every other girls dream…just not mine. He wasn’t unattractive at all. Even though Lucy came literally holding me at the waist, it didn’t stop my dance partner from subtly looking me up at down.

“Well, it’s great to meet a Euro Champion and a world cup finalist, (y/n)” he said avoiding Lucy’s glare through her sunglasses. 

I stop him and laughed, “well technically two, this is Lucy Bronze, my partner, she was just dropping me off” 

Lucy only extends her hand out to the guy and firmly shakes his hand and mutters out “pleasure”.

The guy only nods “well, I’ll make sure she gets home safely”.

I hide the smile on my face when I saw Lucy, still holding his hand, say bluntly. 

“Oh? No, I’ll be picking her up, don’t you worry” the guy’s hand falling limp as she let’s go. 

I give Lucy a hug and planned to just give her a quick kiss on the cheek but she pulled me closer to her by the waist and gave me a slow kiss on the lips,

Before I pull away, she whispered quietly in my ear, “just wanted to make sure he knows who you're coming home to”

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The little brunch outing was interesting to say the least. The boy was bold given Lucy did stare him down when she picked me up like she promised. Especially as we left the restaurant but I, kindly, avoided his “subtle” advances of him trying to lead me to Lucy’s car. 

What had been discussed about the dance and from what I could see is that I would be the main focal point and he would be, for lack of a better term, an accessory. I, of course, would not be telling Lucy that immediately, I was very much enjoying the attention she was giving me. 

It being essentially a solo dance made it easier since I have training and I wouldn't have to rely on someone else to also learn the choreography…which allowed for me to work on a little surprise for Lucy with my extra free time. 

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“Baby, can you help me with something?” I yelled down the hall of our shared apartment.

Lucy came in shortly with a raised eyebrow “ yeah what’s up?”

“Remember how you said that you wanted to be my dance partner instead of what’s his face?” I say as I move some of our furniture out of the way to make space in the middle all while trying to not hit Narla in the process. 

Lucy looked at me confused and with a laugh said, “I never said that…what’d you need though?”

I grab her hands and pull her to the middle of our living room “Well can you be my dance partner? You know with all the training and all I can’t really practice the choreo with him…so you want to help me?”

Lucy smiled and nodded as she pulled me closer to her and gave me a twirl “Ok, miss l/n, lead on”

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My, sweet, Lucia can be a wonderful dancer when she puts time into in. She followed my direction even though the “quick movements of the dance” were something she would have to get used to but eventually after a couple of weeks. She was able to fluidly hold me and move with me.

Narla definitely got a kick out of her two moms doing something akin to the salsa in the living room. I would say Lucy, even with the groans and complaints, secretly, enjoyed it as well.

The day of filming came quickly and out of nowhere and we were filming it in the streets of Barcelona; there was just no way we would be able to fly to England and back, especially with pre-season and games starting. 

I just want to give a special thank you to M&S for giving Lucy that outfit she wore during that one photoshoot we had with England, honestly, doing the Lord’s work. I had subtly asked that I would love to see her wear it again and again subtly suggested she wear it to the Strictly Dancing shoot and I just love it when she listens to me.

Luce was behind the cameras and chatted with the producers as they waited for me to come out of the dressing room ready to film.

As I was led out with my hand loosely in my dance partner’s I reveled the intensity of Lucy’s stare. 

Why? 

Well I had a silver, fringe dress with an open back and the dress came up to my mid thigh and matching high heels  and, well the fact, my dance partner was trying ever so slightly to get closer to me as we were speaking with the director. 

As we got into position, center “stage” in the streets of Barcelona, I look over to Lucy and give a quick wink to her. 

“Dance the Night by Dua Lipa” started to play on the set.  I began moving quickly and sensually and interacting very little with my partner. The fringe of the dress definitely did not leave much to the imagination. There were parts where his hand would find my waist but those lasted only a few seconds.

Lucy watched, not letting me escape her sight and hid her frown as she noted the times my dance partner would slow the movements of his hands once they reached my waist or when he looked me over as I danced a little ahead of him. 

We did not anticipate it being a one take but it was something that I wanted as it was more real in a way. As the music faded and the host came onto the stage to interview me, I caught Lucy in the corner of my eye, and she was smiling so big and visibly more relaxed.

“(y/n), so happy you could be here and we are just so happy to celebrate you and your achievements. How does it feel?” I hold the microphone, still catching my breath

“I loved this to be honest, love the show, and dancing is just something that I enjoy other than football. Uh, it’s definitely been some time since I’ve performed at this scale but it was absolutely a treat, thank you all for inviting me” I said gesturing to the crew members.

“Well, again we are happy to be a part of this and we know that another Euro Champions is in our midst, and I know that you had a little something prepared for the both of you?” The cameras now focused on a very confused Lucy.

I laugh and continue, “Yes, Miss Bronze, she thinks she has been helping me practice for this sole performance but we were actually going to dance together as well, come on babe” I gesture for her to come onto the stage.

The interviewer walks off announcing, “and now for a special dance by  the Euro Champions and World Cup Finalists choreographed by Miss (y/n) (l/n)”.

Lucy finally reached me and whispered, “You little sneak,you planned this didn’t you?” 

I only wink and immediately pushed Lucy into position like we have been doing at home in our living room.

“Maybe~”  The music restarted and Lucy with the biggest smile on her face did everything perfectly. There were some slips in the movement but they were replaced with laughter as Lucy held onto me tightly as the music faded.

She hugged me tightly whispering, “Im so proud of you” her hands finding their place at my hips.

I gave her a quick kiss on the lips as we both ignored the claps from the crew members. 

“So…would it be wrong to ask if you can keep the dress?” I smack her slightly at the question.

I give her a knowing smile, “Dress is mine to keep, but I don’t want to keep it on for too long, Miss Lucia Bronze”

I have never seen Lucy excuse herself, thank all the crew members and wish everyone a wonderful weekend so quickly before carrying me off the set in the midst of a fit of laughter. 

Let’s just say that these scenes from the recording quickly overtook the locker room dance in edits and well it was all worth the teasing from our teammates when it finally aired. 

[jake0302]

What if Alastor, Rosie and Husk were a trio like the Vee’s?

Alastor is of course Vox’s rival.

Velvet would be Rosie’s cause they both work in fashion, plus the contrast of Rosie being popular because she’s a good leader and involved with her community. While Velvet is popular because she creates and follows trends to attract fans she has no real connection to except numbers they bring.

And finally Husk and Valentino. Both monopolize on different types of entertainment industries that exploit on people’s addictions and vices. Plus they’re the most animal like in their trios and pansexual.

(Also check out @celestialalpacaron overlord Husk au it’d fit well and is amazing)

They could be the High Cards, Alastor is the Ace of spades, Rosie is the Queen of hearts, and Husk is the King of clubs.

[yan-lorkai]

Can I please get some headcanons of the octotrio being platonic yanderes for a m!human friend in Ignihyde? Maybe another student gets a crush on platonic darling and tries to romantically pursue him and the trio isn't having it 👀

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, platonic yandere, male reader, tweels being tweels and Azul's benevolence, stalking, implied death, food poisoning (not sure abt this) , possible spelling errors.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I love platonic yandere sm (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠), though being octotrio's friend can be quite isolating since everyone there are quite the possessive bunch.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Everyone knew that the infamous trio, responsible for locking people into unfair contracts, for giving people hope and then taking it away from them, had a soft spot in their hearts for you. A... Simple common boy from Ignyhide. Everyone knew that interacting with you meant long-term trouble, it was almost like putting a target on their own back, almost like offering to be squeezed by Floyd, being humiliated by Jade and trapped in a horrible contract by Azul.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ People could only wonder how you achieved such a feat; were you a childhood friend of theirs? Did you help them in any way? Did you make a deal with them? Despite the questions and curiosity, no one has the courage to approach and ask you, much less any of them, how the four of you met and became such good friends.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Maybe you don't realize the effect you have on them when you smile and laugh, and tell them about your day and what kinds of things you studied today, but surely other people can see it. Perhaps you are lucky to be charished, loved and protected, a target of affection, rather than hated by them. Many wonder what your life would be like if they hated you, but then again they love to speculate about you, Azul and the tweels.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But one way or another, you are good friends. You are always welcome in the Mostro Lounge, with the right to sit at the best table and Floyd is responsible for entertaining you with conversations about the latest news (news being which person Azul tricked that day or which person he was able to squeeze, things like that) while Jade prepares your favorite food and drink, and after a long shift, the three spend time with you in the vip room. They love to hear you talk, even if it's nothing interesting or cool in your opinion, it's like your voice is the voice of a siren, drawing them to you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Mainly Azul. Among your small group he is the most possessive and clingy, and he loves to monopolize your time, asking you to join the gaming club with him so you can play games together. With him around there is a much smaller chance that a stranger will approach you with malicious intent.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, even with the implicit promise that if anyone got too close to you they would be completely slaughtered, someone very crazy still tried. And it ended very badly for him - not that you would notice his absence, you didn't seem to be able to notice the absence of several brief friends you had.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His name and dorm didn't matter - he's just an npc. What mattered was the way confidence seemed to dominate him as he walked the halls of Ignyhide, looking for you. There was a sweet smile on your secret admirer's lips and a mushy love letter to you because he didn't care who your friends were or how powerful they were.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The npc wanted to believe that everyone could be a good person and had good qualities. Certainly, despite his bad tendencies, Azul was as benevolent as he claimed. And… The twins could be… Nevermind, he can't think of any good qualities for them. He doesn't even know how you had make friends with these guys without shivering with fear, they can be pretty intimidating when they want to be.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He stops at your door, heart pounding, and raises a fist to knock. But the sound of laughter unnerves him, your laughter as the twins seem to amuse you with something he is unable to understand. The thought of giving up and trying again comes to his mind, but he ignores it, ignores his friends' warnings, ignores his senses to run and not look back and he knocks on the door once, twice, anxiously.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ "Azul, you know you don't have to kno- Oh, hello." You stare at him not knowing how to react. But then your eyes light up in recognition and you remember that you share a time in the History of Magic class. You wave your hand to the twins for silence and turn back to face him. "So do you need anything?"

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ The boy could hardly speak. You were in front of him, wearing your favorite shirt, that cute smile on your lips, and he took a deep breath. "Oh yes, I wanted to give you this. It's… A love letter. But now that I'm here I think it would be better to express what I feel rather than let you read my awful handwriting."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A throat clearing. Azul Ashengrotto, Octavinelle's dorm leader is standing right behind him, almost as if he sensed something was happening, a charismatic smile on his handsome face as the octopus looks down at the letter in your hand, no doubt wanting to burn it. "My my, you're such a charmer, Yuu. I'm almost jealous."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You wave him off, looking at the letter and then at your admirer. "That's sweet, you don't mind if I read it, do you? I've never gotten a letter like that before."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ But you're reading it before he's even replied, heart pounding in your chest as you read the paragraphs and sentences, not knowing how Azul looked at your admirer as if he was going to kill him right then and there. And the look only intensifies as soon as he notices how you are smiling, feeling every word, every feeling put there. You look at him after a few minutes of silence. "I'm glad that my smile makes your day better and that you think my hair is beautiful."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ From here how things depends on your reaction. Do you accept his confession? If the answer is yes, if you want to get into a relationship with him, the infamous Octotrio are not going to be happy about it. But they will accept. Or at least, you think they'll accept sharing you with someone else, the truth is that they don't and they won't pretend for long that they tolerate the presence of this intruder.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not when this guy can kiss you and hug you and get your full attention. When he can steal you from them, tell lies about them, try, and god help him if he tries, to separate you from them. And they won't let that happen, even if they have to break your heart and put the pieces back together later, once your little boyfriend disappears from campus and reappears dead.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ On the other hand, if you reject him, if you deprive him of your love and protection, he's still screwed. He made his move and now he must prepare to defend himself from the dangerous onslaughts of your friends, especially the twins who will love to torment him.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He knew the risks. And the teachers won't be of much help, after all they know that the twins can be a little rough and rowdy, but that they are good students. Yeah, they wouldn't believe if he told them that their pranks include Jade serving him food with crushed glass, screws and dirt. Or that he follows him down the halls with that scary smile on his lips, sharp teeth bared, he can only think of those teeth digging into his carotid artery, he proceeded to avoid Mostro Lounge and you after this event - exactly as planned.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Or Floyd, sweet Floyd, who sometimes look like a scarf the way he wraps himself around your neck with those long, strong arms, never letting you escape his grip as he tells you childhood stories or listen to you tell your own stories. That same Floyd likes to toy with his prey, stalking him, making him feel terror and anxiety, before finally letting his hands be stained with blood. When he's done playing there won't be much to bury.

.⁠｡⁠ * ⁠ ♡ Azul, the kind Azul who knows all your secrets, knows how to help and offers you good advice, is responsible for coordinating every action. He knows how to use psychological pressure, he knows the perfect moment to strike and he feels no remorse as he watches your little admirer break down, as he watches him shake in fear. His only chance of redemption is a deal with Azul himself; that or a very unfortunate accident that will leave his family and friends very devastated.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ And whatever his fate, you won't even remember the letter, the goofy look on his face, or meeting him that night. Azul knows exactly how to erase memories with a simple spell he created, after all you only need him and the twins. No one else is important.

[pinkanonwrites]

Greetings. Could I perhaps request a male reader rejecting a confession from Jade and Floyd (separately) because he knows how they operate and that he’s liable to be tossed aside the instant he isn’t entertaining to them?

OUCH OWF OOF OWIE

I love this idea and the angst potential but I just KNOW it's gonna hurt. Hope you enjoy regardless.

Male Reader, angst

"I... I can't. I'm sorry."

"...But why?"

"What happens when you get bored of me? When I'm not entertaining to you anymore? Are you just going to throw me away? I can't- I won't do that to myself. It isn't fair. I'm worth more than that."

Jade is a man of cunning and calculations, he never puts himself out if he doesn't think it's 100% worth his time and effort. So when he finally set up the perfect situation to ask you out, he'd expected you to be delighted by the proposal. As eager as he was. Where did he go wrong? He was so certain you'd felt the same. He'd seen your shy glances his direction, the way you struggled to maintain eye contact when he'd offer you a line that could easily be taken as either a flirtatious offer or simple teasing. He'd calculated everything perfectly, and yet...

The hurt barely shows on his face for a moment before he's smoothed it over with his usual nonchalance. "I wasn't aware you thought so little of me." There's no bite in his tone, but the words speak enough for themselves that there doesn't need to be. He is hurt, but damn him if he's going to actually show it.

He retreats from you for a long while after that, no matter how much it pains him. No longer does Jade seek you out between classes and in the library to monopolize your attention, nor does he buss your tables at the Mostro Lounge to slip you a free drink when Azul's attention is occupied. He's doing a lot of internal thinking at this point, Because as much as your words hurt him, Jade couldn't find cause to refute them.

He wants to prove that you are different, that you're worth far more to him than being a mere plaything, but for the first time in his life he isn't sure how. He's become so adept at manipulating people that he has no clue how to show you that he's genuine for a change. He has no idea where to begin.

Floyd's instinctual feeling is anger. Anger at being hurt, anger at letting himself be vulnerable only for it to be thrown back in his face. Angry that he thought he'd found someone who truly wasn't afraid of him, no matter how unpredictable he could be. And though he regrets it by the time he's made it back to his dorm, in the moment he can't think of anything other than throwing all that anger back in your face.

"So you're just gonna throw me away first? Hah! Well maybe you're right! Maybe you aren't worth my time! You're just a shrimp anyway, and there's millions of those! What good can a magicless human even do anyway? I only thought I liked you cause you're weird, and that's it! So don't even bother trying to be my friend or anything, cause I. Don't. Care!"

But Floyd cares. He cares oh so much. Why would he bawl, uncharacteristically silently, into his pillow after returning to his dorm if he didn't? Why would his first instinct be to turn back around and comfort you, beg for your forgiveness, even as he was storming away? It's not true, none of it. You're so much more than just a shrimp to him, and he's never going to find someone else like you. But it's too late for that. He's already ruined everything, like always. You were right not to trust him.

He's painfully muted for the next few days, and the entire campus can't help but notice. He skips his basketball club and barely keeps his head up in class, choosing to haunt the back kitchen of the Mostro Lounge like a shadow and wash dishes lest he risk running into you. He's so... Not Floyd, so it doesn't take long for word to reach you, as people considered you two to be attached at the hip by this point. But even if you try to track him down on your own, he'll be making a concerted effort to avoid you completely. He's completely convinced he's already irreversibly destroyed anything the two of you could have had, and he knows he won't be able to keep it together if he has to face you.

[celestoria]

R U Mine?

Pairing: Yandere!Bodyguard!Xiao x Idol!fem!reader

Summary: A scandal brought an uproar to your career. Though Xiao trusts you are faithful to him as he is loyal to you, doubt and anxiety plagued him. He wants you to know that even in your dream, you are his, and his only.

Tag: yandere, Idol AU, consensual somnophilia, penetration

Do not interact if you are 16 and under (17+)

Ever since the tabloids rumored you have been dating a famous actor, which is completely false, the paparazzi have been following you like a pack of wolves hunting down their prey. So thirsty for the front page and so hungry for the next juiciest scoop.

If only you didn’t accept his offer to buy you a drink of coffee after bumping into each other, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess. Now you can’t even go outside of your house without meeting the bright flashing lights blinding you with every step you go.

Luckily, there was this one person who always tried to protect you amid this baseless drama. That was your faithful bodyguard, and your loving boyfriend, Xiao.

Everyone knew your brutish bodyguard who stuck loyally by your side throughout the years. Despite always being seen together almost everywhere, one suspected him of being your boyfriend. Maybe because you kept things way too professional around him when the eyes and ears of the public media constantly observed you like a hawk. What the media didn’t know is that Xiao would do anything for you. He might as well give you the world or burn it if you wish.

He stuck by you for so long that he knew every inch of your body and every detail of your personality like the back of his hand. You are not the type of person to cheat on him with a guy like that. Though that’s what he told himself, Xiao found you always coming home back from work late at night without him.

Anxiety rushed through him and the devil’s sinister voice filled his head with doubts. His mind was filled with Images of another man kissing the very same lips that he craves every single moment of his waking life.

He can’t let you slip away like that so easily.

There you were sleeping soundly next to him. Your hair was disheveled and your soft skin peeked through your thin lace negligee. How Xiao was thankful he gets to see you in such a vulnerable state.

Your uncomparable beauty is something only his eyes are allowed to see. No one is allowed to marvel at you, especially that bastard who thinks he can take you away like that.

The wooden frames creaked as Xiao shifted his weight to your side of the bed. He lifted your silk nightgown to find that you didn’t even wear anything underneath. It’s as if you were telling him you’ve been wanting him to pleasure you in your sleep.

He wondered what kind of scenarios you are having as you lay there. Are you dreaming of him the same you he’s thinking of you? Or is it someone else that’s in your mind?

Xiao will make sure he’s someone you’ll never forget and this is a night to remember.

Calloused fingers circled your clit and his other hand inserted two fingers inside of you. Your pussy immediately coated itself with your arousal. Even in your sleep, he can make you feel this good.

Quiet, hummed moans left your mouth as he pleasured you. Once he felt like you were loose enough for him to fit, Xiao slowly lifted your dress past your soft chests and undid his clothes before he discarded them on the floor.

He towered over you and his hands sensually slithered around your unconscious body. The man grabbed you by the thighs and placed you by his waist to give him unresisting access to your slick pussy.

His hard cock jammed itself in you. Feeling your warmth with this amount of intimacy was all he could ever ask for and he wanted to monopolize it. His greedy heart won’t allow him to share you with anyone else. Even if it's just a silly gossip people made for their own entertainment, he can’t take the risk of being such a fool.

His cock began to pull out of you only for him to go back inside. Deep, throaty groans and the sound of you two colliding multiple times filled the room. Slow and steady thrusts became rougher and his grip on your thighs became tighter.

You felt a strange sensation coming from below you and a harsh impact that rammed inside you over and over again. Your eyes slowly fluttered and it took you a moment for you to realize Xiao was fucking you mindlessly.

He was a sight to see especially with how the soft, dimmed lights brought a more intimate aura to him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead his flushed contoured body glistened in the night because of the heated sex you were having. Veiny arms held you tight by your waist you swore you’ll get a bruise after this.

Your hands grabbed the white futon covers as you relished the blissful pleasure. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around Xiao’s waist to pull him closer to you.

Shock ran cold through Xiao’s body to see you awake in such a complicated situation yet he didn’t pause for a moment as the scene of you getting high by his throbbing cock only aroused him more. Xiao had his eyes closed most of the time to feel how tight your pussy is for him much better but he opened his eyelids to check that you were awake.

“You know you’re mine right?” He moaned as you two finally made eye contact. “I’m not letting another man steal you away from me.” Xiao picked up his pace, making your head roll back and moan louder.

Knowing you for years, he knew which places you loved being teased on and he knew the exact part of your neck where even the lightest kiss would make you melt. Without hesitation, Xiao dived down to lay on top of you and sucked on the exact spot that made you cry out his name like it was the only word you know.

His lips unlatched itself from your skin and a light purple hickey appeared. The breath of his moans brushed your body and his sound made its way to your ears, giving you an electric shock that ran down your spine.

“I’m so close, fuck,” he whispered in your ears. “Cum for me. You know you want to.”

True enough. You’ve been holding it for so long and the tight knot in your stomach was unbearable and all you could think about is a sweet release.

Xiao’s hips shuddered against you, his cock plunged deep inside you one last time and thick semen filled up inside. You came undone beneath your boyfriend and euphoria washed over your body once you climaxed.

His tired body lay still on top of you with his head resting on your shoulder. As his high went down, Xiao rolled to the side. Strong arms pulled you closer and wrapped themselves around you. He wanted to be this close to you as both of you fell asleep because he never wants to let you go.

Masterlist

[popjunkie42]

The Thief and the Rake - Chapter 3

The Thief and the Rake

Chapter 3: Picked Like a Rose

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Thank you to @witch-and-her-witcher, @howlingcaptaincommando, and @wilde-knight for the encouragement and beta reads!

Summary:

Tea and a gargle of salt water, her mother’s voice lectured in Nesta’s mind, a queasy feeling creeping in. And don’t you dare falter for a moment. The phantom tingle of pain in Nesta’s thumb reminded her how horrified the Archeron matriarchs would be at any show of fatigue, of any sign they weren’t perfect and unflappable in front of this grand audience.

Nesta and Elain do their best to entertain the novel and curious gentlemen at their first ball. But the arrival of a familiar face threatens Nesta's best laid plans. Good thing Feyre is around to cause some chaos.

The Elucien is strong in this chapter! This is baby's first Elucien and as I've said...they are excited to take over. It's going to be interesting because they're in a much different dynamic than canon. So please cheer me on and give me your thoughts :)

A snippet of the chapter under the cut!

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Nesta’s cheeks ached with the strain of smiling. So much damn smiling for these tittering gentlemen. By the wide eyes of the one standing next to her, she was ceasing to do a convincing job.

Mr. Harding — the one next to her was Mr. Harding. And the blond one with the impressive sideburns was Mr. Blevins, and currently monopolizing Elain was Lord Rutley who had atrocious manners and seemed to be an inveterate gossip.

None of them were familiar to her now, but she was memorizing their names, their clothing, all the little tidbits they dropped as they stumbled over their feet to charm the lovely and mysterious Miss Elain.

Elain had danced five dances, and was engaged for three more. Nesta made sure to make pointed suggestions to her suitors about refreshments and breaks and made a mental note to find them good seats in the dining hall.

The gentlemen around her erupted into laughter and Nesta’s cheeks ached again with her smile.

“Oh but Miss Elain,” Harding was admonishing, all teeth and a flush Nesta thought had been from the room but was starting to suspect it was the wine, “Surely you’re not the kind of woman who would skip the opera for a silly play? I have box seats at Der Freischütz this week, and you simply must —”

“Harding, listen to yourself. The girl doesn’t need you dragging her to some musty German tragedy. Miss Elain, there’s a very modern pantomime at Covent Garden, and I think you and your sisters would just love it —”

Nesta saw the wearied look in Elain’s eye, the silent pleading. It was their first ball, and they knew too little of everyone to refuse an invitation. She would have to ascertain Elain’s feelings on sideburns when they were back in the carriage.

Lord Rutley cut through the conversation with a bored wave of his hand. ”I wonder what Scrivener would have to say about this ball. Too many gentlemen, and watered-down wine?”

”Scrivener?” Elain asked. Nesta noticed the hoarseness in her voice. None of them were accustomed to this sort of entertaining.

Tea and a gargle of salt water, her mother’s voice lectured in Nesta’s mind, a queasy feeling creeping in. And don’t you dare falter for a moment. The phantom tingle of pain in Nesta’s thumb reminded her how horrified the Archeron matriarchs would be at any show of fatigue, of any sign they weren’t perfect and unflappable in front of this grand audience.

Blevins and Harding exchanged a glance, but Lord Rutley smirked, his eyes assessing Nesta. “Oh, you are new in town. Just be aware we’re being watched. There’s a penny paper with a gossip columnist, they report on all the ton’s scandals.”

”People really care so much for that sort of thing?” Nesta asked.

”Oh, indeed,” Blevins said. “It’s hard to get a copy, they sell out so fast. But I wouldn’t expect you ladies to enjoy it. What with the sedition and — well.”

Elain and Nesta locked eyes while Blevins let out what one might call a tither.

Such a strangely contained gesture from a man with teeth like a horse. The gentlemen were quickly writing themselves off her eligibility list. Their requirements may be vain but Nesta wanted to at least be able to sit in the company of her brother-in-law for a meal or two. She scrambled for a polite way to get them into another conversation.

“Blevins, please. Not in front of the ladies.”

“What’s so scandalous that has you gentlemen blushing?” Nesta asked. Annoyed.

Lord Rutley’s cat-like smirk had thoroughly removed him from Nesta’s list of eligible men. She made note to be busy if he asked to call on Elain.

“Well you see, they also publish romance serials. Only this one has the society and literati all in a riot. Not only is it terribly salacious, the main character is a woman of the ton. One with quite wanton morals and a less than stellar opinion of her conquests.”

Nesta smiled, letting a bit of the wolf show. “How terribly improper.”

“Rutley,” hissed Harding. “You shouldn’t speak of such things in front of Miss Elain.” A stretch of silence. “And Miss Archeron, of course.”

“Oh,” Elain said, blinking uncertainly. Nesta could see her struggle to find a way back to more polite conversation.

Lord Rutley’s eyes wandered to Nesta again. “Apologies, ladies. As Mr. Blevins said, it is not a publication that elevates the mind.”

Nesta opened her mouth to respond when she was interrupted.

”Miss Archeron, Miss Elain.” The deep voice was still traveling through her consciousness when Nesta saw Elain’s eyes go wide.

When she turned she saw a flash of red hair.

Lucien Vanserra bowed deeply, rising with eyes only for Elain. Elain who squeaked.

“Lucien —”

“Mr. Vanserra —”

The sisters eyed each other as their words tumbled over each other.

“What an auspicious meeting. Who would have thought I would run into the Archeron sisters at the Sterling ball, of all places.” Lucien’s smile was soft with a hint of mischief.

Even Nesta had to admit she understood Elain’s sudden case of being tongue tied. Lucien, Feyre’s half-civil childhood friend who was equally likely to be covered in mud and twigs as he was to be dressed for dinner, looked every bit the storybook gentleman.

His red hair glowed even in the ballroom full of colors, pulled up into a tight bun that did nothing to hide the casual, rakish look about him. His green velvet jacket glistened with gold buttons and he wore knee high boots over his high waisted cream-colored trousers, with a simple black patch over his scarred eye. He had a new intensity in his gaze that Nesta did not remember, the look of a man with intention.

Resting his weight on one hip with a proud smirk, he was both the gentleman and some spritely creature that had followed them from the forest.

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[kiame-sama]

What does Baby Spider think of each member of the troupe, including Chrollo?

I also find it hilarious that Baby Spider has the upper hand for Little Spider's attention, compared to Chrollo.

Little Spider:

- Baby Spider adores their Mama more than any member of the troupe. They are a Mama's kid and loves how sweet their Mama is to them. If they have a choice of who they want to be with, it is their Mama. Baby Spider knows their Mama will always coo over and protect them and they adore the attention and affection their Mama gives them. Baby Spider loves their Mama more than anyone else and knows Mama loves them too.

Chrollo:

- There is something wrong with Papa and he is very strange, but not entirely sure why yet. Confused as to why Papa doesn't spend half as much time with them as he insists on spending with Mama. Starting to wonder if Papa even actually loves them based off of how he acts with mama and even gets possessive of Mama's time and attention. Baby Spider wants Papa to pay attention to them but that only happens when they are with Mama, so they intentionally monopolize Mama's time.

Pakunoda:

- Pakunoda is the favorite auntie because she has the most even temper with Baby Spider. Paku is the one who is most likely to be taking care of Baby Spider when Chrollo gets jealous and possesive. The main one who takes interest in Baby Spider's general education.

Machi:

- Nurse Auntie! If Baby Spider ever gets an owie, nurse auntie is the one to patch them up and make sure they are okay. Nurse Auntie acts like she is annoyed but the Baby Spider knows she actually cares a lot. She is actually happy to teach Baby Spider how to sew up injuries and how to treat them.

Shizuku:

- Forgetful Auntie. Baby Spider knows to stay around forgetful Auntie because she may forget Baby Spider should be with her and leave them places. She is no longer allowed to take Baby Spider to a playground or park unless one of the other spiders goes with them. She is most likely to play with Baby Spider at the playground.

Uvogin:

- Favorite Uncle. Nothing is more amusing than to ride around on Uvo's shoulders and play wrestle. Uvo is very good at tossing and catching Baby Spider even though it greatly distresses Little Spider to see the baby being thrown like a basketball. No civilian will try and mess with Uvo or the Baby Spider while they are together.

Nobunaga:

- Samurai Uncle. To Baby Spider, Nobunaga looks and acts like a samurai, so that means he must be a samurai. Baby Spider thinks he is fascinating to hang out with. Nobunaga is fond of the Baby Spider and entertains the Samurai idea.

Franklin:

- Horsie Uncle. Franklin will carry Baby Spider around in that pocket on the front of his overalls and is usually the one left to guard Baby Spider if someone ever tries to attack the troupe. Franklin is the safest one for the Baby Spider to be with whenever danger is near and can't be with Little Spider.

Kortopi:

- Uncle It. Baby Spider watched a lot of Adam's Family when Shalnark had to babysit. Baby Spider used to be afraid of Kortopi until seeing Cousin It and immediately made the connection of Kortopi being Uncle It. Kortopi is thrilled the Baby Spider is no longer frightened of him.

Bonolenov:

- Baby Spider actually likes playing pretend with Bonolenov and is more comfortable with him when his bandages are off. At first Bonolenov scared Baby Spider until the first time they saw him without the bandages as a newborn infant and showed no fear.

Feitan:

- Angry Uncle. The Baby Spider is intimidated by Feitan but knows that if they need anything he is the one to ask. Feitan isn't usually the one to watch Baby Spider because Feitan has a habit of being gruff and short tempered. He will watch Baby Spider if he needs to, but he will not be playing games with the Baby Spider.

Phinks:

- Nice Uncle. Phinks tries and somewhat succeeds at buying Baby Spider's love. Baby Spider is as emotionally manipulative as their Papa and understands Phinks is the one the buys what they want. The apple doesn't rot far from the tree and even as a toddler, Baby Spider knows how to get what they want and manipulate others to get it.

Shalnark:

- Techie Uncle. Shal will be the one who entertains Baby Spider most of the time. Any little gadget Shal gets his hands on will also be played with by Baby Spider. Shal also lets Baby Spider control the human puppets and thinks it is hillarious.

[dailysabinasmuts]

Jaime gives you an inviting look as she playfully lifts up her dress, revealing what's underneath. Namely, a distinct lack of panties, and pussy that is already slick with excitement. Why dont you join Jaime tonight at her hotel? Surely you can entertain her on the ride over...

Jaime's soft hands are busy around your crotch as you are driven back to her place. With a sleazy smirk she unzips you pants, allowing your throbbing erection to reveal itself. Feigning shock, Jaime teasingly strokes your rigid length, mummering filthy things into your ear...

After nibbling upon your ear and neck, she descends upon your manhood. Taking you in her mouth, her tongue lavishes your cock with delicious attention, massaging your entire shaft. You hold Jaime's head in place as your thick load spews into her mouth, she doesn't miss a drop!

Jaime proffers her perky butt towards you, leaning against the window to give you a good angle. Your cock has barely kissed her lower lips when she lets out a squeal of surprise, you're there already! Well, I guess you get to fuck Jaime properly in her room instead then huh?

But instead you simply bend this slutty vixen over in the lobby, plowing her from behind. Bystanders gasp in horror as you roughly fuck Jaime, at least until she starts inviting them over... Soon her naughty mouth is open for public use, while you monopolize that dripping cunt!

[yesiwasateenagewerewolf]

Sometimes I imagine what Sonia Kaspbrak would write in estranged parent forums if she had access to the internet and make myself laugh.

'My son (40 male) lives with his childhood friend (41 male). His friend is horrible, rude and bad mannered and he is the reason my son and I hardly talk now'

'I try to tell my son that he has a good enough job that he doesn't need a roommate. His friend works in entertainment and that's not a financially stable career!'

'My son says his friend is famous and actually earns more than him, but I don't believe it. He says the friend bought them their house, but why would he have my son as a roommate if he could afford to buy his own house?'

'I've tried to hint to my son that living with another man and not having his own home might make him unattractive to women and that it would be hard to entertain dates with his friend around. His friend is loud and always demands to be the centre of attention.'

'I know my son is a late bloomer and he's always been shy around women, but his friend monopolizes his attention and I think he would stop my son dating. He has always had undue influence over my son. My son is easily led and his friend has never liked me.'

'My son is not getting any younger. I want him looked after. He says his friend takes care of him and that he always has, but I don't believe that. His friend has manipulated him and made my son forsake his own mother.'

'How do I convince my son to move back in with me rather than wasting his time with his fickle, gadabout friend?'

[prismaticpichu]

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[mxdarling]

[“You’re weak. You need me.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: you tried to escape from azul's grasp, it did not end well.

ೃ⁀➷: Word count: 1030

ೃ⁀➷: Reference/Inspiration: N/A

ೃ⁀➷: Event: [200 followers event]

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[Warnings:] bad oneshot, lowercase, maybe occ azul, yandere behavior, establish relationship, breaking up, monopolizing time, one mention about azul's past (though it isn't really talked about), clingy behavior, stalking behavior, social isolation, stalking (the eel twins), drugging (psilocybin).

[GN reader]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :Azul Ashengrotto;

AZUL ASHENGROTTO, a well-known 2nd year student in night raven college (long before you arrived), dorm leader of octavinelle dormitory, owner of the cafe called monstro lounge, and someone who you love oh so dearly.

used to love, at least.

it wasn't until then that azul had grown a little too.. keen on keeping your time occupied with him and limited with other people. at first, you didn't think much of it; considering azul's past you thought maybe he would eventually grow out of it. if you simply show him, he can trust you. whether it be twisted wonderland or your own world, you wouldn't leave him for someone else. lately though, it's been getting more difficult to keep that promise. with how frequently azul asks questions about your day, even such specifics ones. asking what time you've eaten breakfast, how much time you've spent with your friends, who were you with in each classes. the classes you have with him feel almost suffocating. he hasn't done anything to you yet no air can breathe through your lungs, almost as if you're drowning just by his presence alone.

even when he isn't around, you can feel his gaze constantly on your back. never really there but always watching you. you couldn't sleep nor focus for weeks, all because of these unceasing feeling of being on edge caused by him. sometime later, you've found out that the eel twins have been following you around in campus, a direct order from azul you presume. it wasn't too bad, at first. you didn't think it would cause almost everyone one campus to avoid like a plague. even some of your closest friends stopped talking to you. though you weren't sure what were azul's intentions, you knew none of them are good. so in a desperate need to solve your current predicament, you decide to confront azul about the matter.

"care to repeat that again, dear? i think i misheard you the first ti-"

"i said, we're done. do i need to repeat it the third time?"

you're standing standing in the vip lounge, staring straight at him, in front of his desk with stacked piles of paper. he was looking down, viewing the contents of the papers yet listening to every word you said. you weren't entirely sure how he would react to such news, in case that happens you nervously braced for any sort of reaction he might have.

"..why is that so? you aren't one to do something without a reason, prefect."

he looked up from the papers, his cool gray eyes finally stared back at yours, you struggle to maintain eye contact with him. you haven't been able to see him eye to eye due to the circumstances. this is the first time you've seen his eyes up close in forever. you've forgotten how those were the same eyes that brought you ease and comfort, now all they bring were anxiety and paranoia. you look away in hope of getting rid of these feelings but alas it only gotten worse.

"you haven't answered my question, prefect. you should know i am not a person to have much time on my hands."

you hear him say with a stern voice, he's getting impatient. though you aren't entirely sure what to say to him. slowly looking back at him, his face remain neutral. calm, even... he was hard to read, you thought if you knew him well enough you'd be able to read him just a little bit. you struggle to give an answer under his watchful gaze, eventually you gave out a unsure answer.

"i.. i don't think this relationship.. can work anymore, azul.."

stuttering out the best response you can give at that moment, you pray that azul will finally understand your point.

"i see.. very well then, you may go."

oh phew.. at least he reacted calmly this time. you weren't sure if you could handle another emotional outburst from him, especially with how tired you are.

...wait. did he say you can go? has a miracle finally happened!? has lady luck finally grant you your wishes!? whatever the reason is, it doesn't matter nor do you care. you're finally free, no more feeling of being watched, no more feeling of being lonely, no more of having to deal with azul's emotional outburst and overbearing behavior. you're free, free from all of it. more specifically, free from him. you happily reach for the door knob, yet you're frozen in place.

what is this sudden fear you're experiencing...? why does it feel like time is slowing down..? why does everything look so distorted..? why is your heart racing..!? you start to feel your breath shortening. since when was it so hard to breathe!? you lean against a wall, clutching your chest in hopes you'll start to calm down. you didn't. you can't help but start to cry, what's happening to you? why now of all times!? what makes it worse, you're still in the same room with azul. isn't he gonna help you? since when was he standing in front of you..? you could hardly distinguish his figure but you can tell by the faint voice you hear that the person standing before you in definitely and certainly azul.

he gentle holds you in his embrace, helping you be stabilize so you do not fall onto the floor. holds your cheek in the palm of one of his hands and rest the other onto your waist. his hands are soft and tender, you've forgotten how it felt to be held by him like this. you lean into his touch, slowly losing the purpose of why you were so happy to reach the door knob.

"don't worry prefect, what you're experiencing is just some side effects. they'll go away soon."

side effects..? what does he mean by that...? you mutter a response yet it comes out as incomprehensive sounds. your brain starting to feel like mush by the second.

"do not fret, angelfish, i've taken upon myself to be held responsible for your well being. after all, you're weak. you need me. i promise, i'll take very good care of you..."

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[a/n; oh god, first one shot as of the year 2023! thank you for requesting azul ashengrotto with dialogue 22#, anon! it was a pleasure writing this! never thought i had to search up 'drugs found in mushrooms' but here we are (i blame jade for this). idk if i wrote the psilocybin effects properly, so if there's any mistakes about it i'm sorry! i didn't actually wanted to really do this event cause it revolves a lot on one shot writing and you guys know I'm not really confident in that part but I decided to give it a try to maybe get some feedback on it and get better at it for future writing ideas and requests. so let me know if i did a good job! (p.s. the ending might be rushed, so sorry for that but i really wanted to post something!)]